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chenfleur · 1 year

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open the gates, let me in

summary. jeno always seems willing to do anything for you, and it takes a lot of inner nagging for him to finally realize why.

pairing. jeno x y/n ft donghyuck, jaemin

genre. fluff, college au, best friends to lovers

disclaimers. swearing, denial resonates so deeply with me its humiliating

word count. 4.0k

released. 02.05.23

author's note. feedback is appreciated! BAEKHYUN IS BACK FROM WAR 🙏🏻 WE CHEERED

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For what feels like the nth time this hour, a certain honey-skinned boy shamelessly rolls his eyes at one of his best friends. That title, however, is in serious danger of being revoked if he has to spend one more agonizing second in this store.

"Give me one good reason I shouldn't ditch your ass right now," Donghyuck jeers. His habit of poking his cheek with his tongue shines through as impatience radiates off of his body.

Jeno ignores his complaining, eyes diligently scanning the rows of colourful fragrance bottles.

He's quite overwhelmed. The labels, brands, scents, and undertones—they all mean nothing to him. The only thing he's somewhat familiar with is the brand of the cologne he takes a liking to, but the strong woods and smokes of the men's cologne selection is a distinct opposite of what he’s looking for.

It leaves him to stand cluelessly among the shelves of white flowers and citruses and berries, trying to pick out the combination he thinks you'd like the most.

"Where would you even go? I drove," Jeno deadpans.

He gently picks up a translucent, pale red bottle. Blood orange and peony.

Popping off the cap, he spritzes a tiny bit on his inner wrist and brings it up close to his nose. The scent is like a punch in the face, leaving him reclining back with a furrowed brow.

Too strong.

"We're going to be late to Jaemin's if you don't hurry the fuck up," Donghyuck says, burning holes through Jeno's skull before letting out a deep sigh.

"Can you just pick one so we can go? We look like fucking idiots here."

Jeno only hums, cracking a small smile.

He couldn't chide him for being wrong—the two of them look very out of place. Their sharp silver jewelry, inked skin, and dazed boyish smiles contrast against the dainty bottles standing atop the soft pink shelves of the women's fragrance section like black on white.

"Firstly," Jeno begins, voice riddled with amusement. "You don't give a fuck about punctuality-"

"Oh look at you, going off with your big words."

Jeno spins around. "Hyuck, you're drinking a matcha frappucino while looking like that."

He points at the green drink the boy was sipping on, the extra whipped cream he asked for contradicting his hard exterior.

Donghyuck scoffs. "Sorry I don't like to drink death in a cup," he drawls, sarcasm dripping off his tongue.

He breaks his glare on the black-haired boy as he sees two girls standing a distance away, his face doing a 180 as he notices them not-so-discreetly staring.

Smirking, Donghyuck confidently throws them a wink. He watches with pride as flattered giggles spill from their lips, before turning back to Jeno, who had picked up another bottle.

"Why are you even doing this?" Donghyuck asks out of genuine curiosity, though it's hidden underneath the guise of annoyance.

"Y/N asked me to."

Here’s some money. Get me something you think I'd like, yeah? you had said. Or something that you'd like. I'll still wear it, I don't care. I trust your judgment.

Donghyuck snorts. "I'm convinced you'd do anything for Y/N," he mutters.

It's an offhand comment, yet it makes the black-haired boy put his tongue between his teeth as a weird, sprawling feeling erupts in his chest.

The thought of why he seemed willing to do anything for you had never occurred to him. Not because the thought had never shown up to the gates of his consciousness—Jeno was uncomfortably familiar with the strange feeling in his stomach when you were around—but because he never let it in.

He doesn't dare to let it in, even going as far as telling it to leave and never return each time it knocks—because if he did, he would spend hours in this perfume section, legs going numb from standing as it invaded and overtook his brain, preventing him from getting anything done.

His eyes land on one last bottle. It's a clear one, with a clean, minimalistic label.

Lazy Sunday Morning. Maison Margiela.

Jeno repeats the action he's done with multiple bottles by now; spritzing the fragrance onto a new, untouched area of his inner arm and bringing it up to smell.

It's soft, it's floral, it's feminine. It infiltrates his senses in the way fresh, cotton bed sheets would. The soft sun after the rain.

It's how you look when he comes over to your apartment unannounced on a random weekend morning: wearing an oversized white shirt and a pair of high-waisted sports shorts.

It's the strawberry lip gloss that always stains your lips. It's your Hello Kitty pillowcase that you wash way more often than Jeno washes his, for which you constantly nag him for being unhygienic.

It's your flushed, red face at parties, your preference for tea over coffee—your smaller, softer hand grabbing his calloused one when he gets nervous.

Jeno thinks it's you, and he hopes you think it's you too.

He slowly turns around to Donghyuck, who's fidgeting with the tattered sleeve of his leather jacket.

"Smell this," he prompts, snapping the brown-haired boy out of his daze.

Donghyuck tugs at Jeno's arm, bringing it up to his face and taking a quick whiff before letting it fall. "Smells nice. I'm sure Y/N will like it. Now let's go," he presses, already taking off towards the exit.

Jeno only shakes his head, gaze falling on the bottle he held in his ring-clad fingers. He thinks it would look nice on your vanity, next to all your other bottles of products.

He doesn't know what they do, but they make you, you.

Donghyuck, whose brown strands are now dyed a refreshing purple, throws his head back howling with laughter as he sees you and Jeno approach the food court table.

He receives several displeased stares from nearby people, but he doesn't seem to care in the slightest, only being able to focus on what Jeno is wearing.

"Oh my fucking god, Jeno," he wails incoherently, pointing at his friend's pants while clutching his stomach. "What- what are those?"

Your choice to wear a pair of light-washed, ripped skinny jeans to come to the mall turned out to be a massive mistake. You're bitter towards the person who first said "beauty is pain" because of how miserably right they are; whose idea was it to make girls' pants so uncomfortable?

The walk across the parking lot to the entrance was enough for your legs to start screaming for relief, resulting in you pleading with Jeno to switch with you.

Jeno drops down into the empty seat next to Jaemin, letting out a deep sigh. He rubs at his temples as Donghyuck's high-pitched, maniacal laughter erratically rings throughout the air.

This is exactly why he was adamant about declining your request; Lee Donghyuck is an entity of pure evil, and Jeno felt the humiliation creeping up on him from behind like a tiger ready to pounce.

But as he always seems to do, he relented.

Now, his sweatpants sit comfortably on your hips, bunching up at your ankles while he wears your jeans, the pant ends stopping halfway up his calves.

"She was chafing," he mutters, referring to you.

Donghyuck laughs loudly and unapologetically, reaching down to poke at Jeno's bare knee through the large rips of the jeans. His actions result in him getting a hard slap on the arm, eliciting a pained "ow!" from him.

You give Jeno a sweet smile, slipping him another whispered apology before feeling a gentle tug at your wrist.

Renjun begins to drag you away from the table, mumbling something along the lines of "new premium watercolour set" and "20% off". Jumping up from his seat, Donghyuck follows suit with a devilish smile etched on his face, immediately asking the shorter boy to buy him a vinyl he had his eye on from earlier.

Jaemin watches as the three of you fade into the crowd of customers, leaving only him and Jeno at the table. As soon as you disappear from his sight, he whips around with anticipation. "So?"

A shaky blink. "So..?"

"So? Have you thought about what I said?"

Jeno doesn't respond as he stills, his lips pursed carefully.

Of course he had thought about what Jaemin said.

He tried his goddamn hardest not to, just like he has with every other possible reasoning behind his feelings that wandered into scary, uncharted territory—but how could he not? It wasn't something that he could just forget, like remembering to wash his socks or buying milk.

A week ago, Na Jaemin had brought upon him a revelation that was far too casually dropped at one of the group's regular get-togethers. It was like a silent bomb, and it had been doing no less than eating at him alive.

He wants to deny it so badly. In fact, that's exactly what he's been doing—denying its possibility of being true, denying its existence at all.

If it was going to slip through the cracks of the iron gates, Jeno was going to make sure it felt as unwelcome as possible.

And that's exactly what he does.

"I have," he begins meekly.

Upon hearing these words, Jaemin's lips stretch into a wide smile. "And?"

"...and I don't think you're right."

The lights in the younger's eyes flicker out just as quickly as they turned on. He doesn't even bother to hide his disappointment, giving his best friend a deadpan stare. "Are you serious?"

"Yes."

He was expecting this reaction from Jaemin, but he couldn't let it get to him. Not when he couldn't let the narrative Jaemin was pressing so adamantly a week ago be true.

A loud sigh rips through the air. "Jeno, why are you so in denial?"

"I'm not in denial. It's not true."

Jaemin leans forward, looking into his best friend's eyes. He could tell there was a deep, buried sense of longing behind those dark irises.

"Lee Jeno," he begins slowly.

"I have known you nearly my entire life. I have been by your side since we were puny, disgusting first graders, and I have never seen you be so caring towards someone."

Jaemin has always doted on you.

He reminds you of a worrying mother; a fairy who is always there to remind you to dress warmly and take your vitamins. When you had a fever, Jeno had knocked on the door of your apartment only to be let in by Jaemin, who had been in your kitchen making his mother's soup recipe for you.

Donghyuck is the playful, sarcastic brother you never had.

He's the one who always encourages you to down another shot, to get you to do crazy things like jumping off the roof into a pool. But he's warm when he needs to be; Jeno had walked in one night through the door of his and Donghyuck's shared apartment to find you dumping your emotions onto the honey-skinned boy's shirt as he whispered words of consolation.

Renjun indulges your passionate side.

You share so much in common with him and you value his opinion like a sacred script. He's your 3AM therapist for your woes, he's your debate opponent for any topic—he's the one who encouraged you to chase after your dreams when you had trouble deciding on whether to choose what your parents wanted for you, or what you wanted for yourself.

Jeno thinks he's just Lee Jeno to you.

The captain of the basketball team you met back in junior year of high school, who’s an architecture major at the same university you go to. Your best friend, but only if you thought so.

When it's about the others, Jeno seems to see everything—how they care for you, in what ways they’re integrated into your life—he doesn’t seem to notice how much he cares for you.

He doesn't think about how sometimes, he miraculously finds himself entering your apartment at the crack of dawn to remind you to bring an assignment that's due that day. And when you knock your hand against his, silenting asking for him to hold it, he’ll reluctantly put his cold, mysterious image aside to gently slip his hand into yours.

There was one time when you asked to go stargazing in the dead of the night. Despite the subzero weather outside, not an ounce of regret coursed through his body when he agreed to go with you.

He couldn’t feel his fingers when he was out there, but it didn’t feel like it mattered when he saw you pointing at constellations with a smile of pure euphoria painted on your features.

He doesn’t notice how you notice that he cares.

The way your eyes lit up when he quietly entered your room with medicine and a hot water bottle went unseen by him. You never told him that Renjun was only half of the reason why you chose to pursue art, and that seeing him choose architecture over the path his own parents wanted for him pushed you over the edge.

He seems to remember you curled up to Donghyuck's side, but not how as soon as you saw him walk through the doorway, you gently peeled yourself up from the couch, out of Donghyuck's hold to throw yourself onto him, because you had come to their apartment looking for him. For his hold, for his comfort.

No, he doesn't notice these things because he's selectively blind when it comes to the possibility of there ever being a 'you and him', and it drives Jaemin nuts.

Jaemin laughs, dumbfounded.

"For fucks sake, Jeno," he exclaims, dragging his hands down his face. "You're literally wearing women's jeans right now."

He removes his hands from his face, staring deeply into his best friend's eyes in a last-ditch effort to get through to the stubborn boy.

"You're in love with her."

"I'm sorry."

At this point, you’ve lost track of how many times those two words had left Jeno's lips.

The party downstairs blares in the background, though it’s muffled by the closed door. Jeno’s murmured apologies are the only sounds that fill the air, other than the squelches of water as you squeezed your shirt in the sink.

You turn your head around to look at him, a soft smile tugging at your lips. He’s sitting on the edge of the acrylic bathtub, sliding his rings up and down his fingers with a distant look on his face.

"Stop apologizing. It's okay."

Despite graduating two years ago, Johnny Suh still parties like it’s his full-time job, and being in his second-floor bathroom makes the room feel like it’s a physical manifestation of his spirit.

There’s two lights above the bathroom mirror, though one of them had blown its fuse. It casts a dim, aquamarine light that reaches every corner of the small room, highlighting the slightly frayed shower curtains and dark crevices of the floor tiles. There’s a few shaving products and the remains of a half-smoked blunt strewn across the surface of the otherwise clean countertop.

The reason why you and Jeno are in the bathroom instead of downstairs isn’t one the boy’s proud of.

You didn’t run into Jeno until around halfway through the night. They say you haven’t had the real college experience if you haven’t gone to a Johnny Suh party, and the flocks of people that covered every part of the estate prove how much people value getting their tuition’s worth.

A light sheen of sweat is apparent on your forehead as you try your best to weave your way through the masses. You don’t even know where you’re going, and you could feel it growing stuffier as more people spilled into the halls.

It’s only until you suddenly feel a piercing cold sensation on your chest do you see something other than drunk college students pressed together.

You come face-to-face with Lee Jeno, who’s staring at you with big, round eyes and lips parted in sheer horror.

You glance down at your own body. The center of your chest is several shades darker, a large wet splotch prominently standing out against the beige fabric of your long-sleeved top.

Your eyes dart between your top and Jeno’s red solo cup that had several droplets of liquid dribbling down its side. Realizing what just happened, you can’t help but laugh.

“Why hello to you too, mister,” you say between giggles.

Jeno’s face is flushing redder by the second, and there’s a big bump on his head from the imaginary hammer that struck him for being so stupid.

A few seconds go by of just him staring at you before stutters spill from his lips.

“I- Oh my- oh my god,” he breathes out. “Oh my fucking god, Y/N, I’m so sorry-”

“It’s okay. I needed an excuse to get away from all the noise anyways,” you cut him off, reaching for his free hand.

“Come with me to the bathroom?”

The words flow out of your mouth like a smooth, running stream; casual, and far more relaxed than the jittery feeling in Jeno's stomach. He doesn’t resist in the slightest, the feeling of your touch sending a surge of electricity up his arm.

Finally looking up from the metal around his fingers, Jeno’s breath hitches.

His eyes trail down your figure with innocent intention. The thin straps of your ivory, silk camisole delicately sit on your collarbone, your black miniskirt hugging your waist.

He doesn’t realize he’s even staring, not when he’s mesmerized by the slope of your nose, or the outline of your cupid’s bow.

There’s something that the aquamarine glow is doing to you that makes his jaw go slack.

Usually, he’d be alert, keeping his thoughts in check—but the slight intoxication seeped through him, and he can feel himself growing careless.

Jeno's hand twitches. You're within arm's reach, he could reach for your waist and pull you right into him—but he doesn't, because that would ruin the scene.

This scene of you standing in front of the sink, twisting your shirt in your hands with a small crease in your brow. It's so domestic, so perfect—he can't help but wonder what it'd be like to see you like this every day—

—and then, he hears it.

There it is, the violent banging on the gates. It echoes through the halls from outside, persistent and maybe just a bit desperate. Or, was it actually his heart thumping against his chest?

Open up! it yelled. You would do anything for her. You're in love with her, idiot!

Had it been his heart all along?

"There we go," you give your top one final twist, grinning with satisfaction as the water drips down clear.

You turn the sink off and unravel the top from its scrunched-up form, flapping it a few times to prevent creases.

"That should do it. Okay, let's go back downstairs. Hyuck bet ten dollars I couldn't beat him in beer pong and I'm going to make him eat his wor-"

Your rambling is cut off as soon as you turn toward the boy on the edge of the tub. He's staring at you with misty eyes, and you can't stop yourself from taking a step closer.

"Jeno?" you call, leaning down to meet him at eye level.

Eyes twinkling with mirth, you lower yourself into a crouching position, and your hand finds its place on his knee. You let your fingers drum on the fabric of his black jeans, musing your wonder.

"You're drunk, aren't you? How much have you had to drink?"

The action is mindless, and Jeno knows it. The two of you often shared small, habitual touches—but this time, it's wholly different.

"I'm- I'm not drunk," he croaks out.

A light-hearted snicker. "Sure you aren't."

"I'm not."

"Then why is your face so red?"

"I'm just... thinking about something."'

An amused chuckle leaves your mouth before you muse your wonders, "You're drunk, Jen. But, would you care to share?"

Jeno feels himself unclicking the locks. "Okay," he huffs out nervously.

The iron gates swing slightly ajar.

"I'm thinking about how I would do anything for you."

A pause goes by. The sound of the music downstairs seems to have gotten even louder, to the point where Jeno can't hear his own breathing. He wonders if he's even still breathing as his gaze rests on you intensely, waiting for your reaction.

When your fingers stop drumming against his knee, Jeno's world stops.

"O-oh."

Your expression is indecipherable as his words sink in, eyes growing rounder and your lips part.

Your eyes dart around Jeno's face to see if you can locate a trace of playfulness, a hint that he wasn't thinking straight—and while his flushed, rosy cheeks are a telltale that he's a little intoxicated, his eyes are heavy with sincerity.

He's being serious, and it brings you to a loss for words.

"A-and? What did you conclude?" you manage to stutter out, peering up at him.

This is exactly what he was afraid of. Afraid of your disappointed expression, your lips ready to utter the inevitable words he wished he'd never have to hear.

He's not even sure what those words exactly are, because Lee Jeno feels like a fucking mess right now, but he'll know in a few seconds after you say them—

"I... I don't really know why..."

A lightbulb clicks in your head. You seem to realize Jeno's implications before he even does himself.

"Jeno?" you prompt, voice feather-soft.

The boy's eyes are screwed shut by now, unable to look you in the eyes. He's trying to lock the gates closed again, as they were for so long.

"Hmm?" he weakly hums.

"I love you."

Jeno's attempts are futile. The thought is victorious.

It pushes past his regret-driven efforts. It floods his head akin to a raging tsunami.

It's so loud. The music in the background is so loud.

You are so loud. Your eyes, your grip on his knee, your words—

—they're so loud.

She just said she loves me.

"I've loved you for so long. Do you love me too?" you whisper, hand subconsciously reaching for his.

It shocks Jeno how his voice doesn't fail him. "You love me?"

"I do."

"M-more than a friend?"

"Much more. I love you like I'll never have you, even if I always find myself in your arms," you say, letting out a dry chuckle as a small smile graces your face.

"Do you love me too?" you repeat.

The gates snap off their hinges from the sheer force, and the thought chants a victory song—

You're in love with her!

Jeno blinks.

I'm in love with her.

Jeno never seemed to mind, when it came to you. He never seemed to mind wearing your light blue skinny jeans for you, and he never seemed to mind looking out of place with his grungy demeanor inside of a delicate perfume section either. He never seemed to mind waking up at an ungodly hour for you, and he never seemed to mind holding you when the world was against you.

And as you look at him, your face glimmering underneath the dim, bathroom light—it clicks.

Jeno suddenly realizes why he'd be willing to do anything for you. He'd be willing to get you the moon and the stars if you asked, because he loves you.

And, because you deserve it. It's the least he could do for you for loving him.

Reaching out a wavering hand, Jeno gently pulls you up from your crouching position so the both of you could stand. Your gaze never leaves him, your previous question still hanging in the air.

The boy rests his hand delicately on your jaw. His eyes glaze over your face, taking in your beautiful features before landing on your lips with a shaky exhale.

"Do you love me too?" you ask for a third time, your irises shining with hope.

"Fuck," he breathes out. "I- I do. I love you, so much."

You don't even get the chance to beam at his confession before he closes the distance between the two of you, his soft lips against yours.

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daegall · 10 months

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Just one more.

pairing: bf!hyuck x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship!AU, domestic!AU

warnings: none (if any are found, please inform)

word count: 771 words

a/n: IM BACK BABYYYYY THE URGE TO WRITE IS SO BIG RN LIKE MY HYUCK BRAINROT IS GOING TO EXPLODE MY BRAINS I SWEARRR

networks/taglist: @neoturtles @knet-bakery @kflixnet @nct-writers @k-radio + @soobin-chois @markhyuckselca @jaehunnyy @justalildumpling <3

Your alarm rings annoyingly loud today. Most likely because you stayed up all night watching all the marvel movies in order. You don't regret any part of it.

As you start to wake up to turn it off, you are suddenly jerked back onto the bed, and you groan.

Right. You spent all night watching all the marvel movies in order with your boyfriend. Who now is pulling you ever so closely to him, digging his nose into the base of your neck.

As much as you love whatever is going on, you would much rather enjoy it after you turn off your stupid clock.

"Hyuck." You grumble out, pushing his arms away from your body. All your tries fail, however, as he mindlessly hums and easily brings them around you right again.

"Hyuck, the alarm."

He smiles into your skin, humming. "The alarm."

"Let me turn it off, please."

He lets out a hearty yawn, blinking his eyes up at you, before he smiles and shakes his head. "No," His legs now tangle with yours, as his arms tighten around you.

"Fine," you murmur. Just as Donghyuck thinks he's won your little war, he flinches just a second later as you wriggle away from his touch, untangling yourself from the cuddle puddle, and rolling onto the floor.

Donghyuck's whines resonate through the room as you stand up and turn off the clock, his arms reaching out to you. You're still half asleep, standing, fully out of it, as Donghyuck continues to stare at you.

He sighs a moment later, fondly, looking at your state. Your eyes are barely open, and you're swaying side to side slowly, ready to collapse on the spot to sleep on the ground.

Donghyuck will not allow it, however, as he sits up to grab your arm. The action causes you to wake just a little bit, as he pulls you back onto the bed, right between his legs, your back against his chest. The position is oddly very comfortable.

Your beloved boyfriend wraps his arms around your shoulders, chin resting on your shoulder, as he quickly pecks at your jaw.

"Still tired?" He mumbles right by your ear, craning his neck to look at your face fully.

Just at that moment, you yawn, and nod, leaning back onto Donghyuck. He coos at your response, watching as your eyes blink slowly, before connecting with his.

He can't help himself, not even trying to stop himself, as he twists you around to place a kiss by your cheek, and then one by your chin. He holds you in place, hands gently by the sides of your neck, when you start squirming, chuckling as he places more by your nose, jaw, neck, trailing all the way up to your eyelids and your forehead, his kisses warm and sweet.

You can't say you hate what's going on, the feeling of his kisses addicting, and you hold your hands over his as he skims his lips down your nose bridge.

Finally, he reaches your lips. He stops right as his lips ghost over yours, to look at you up close. You look so happy, so fucking ethereal with your lips pulled into a smile and your eyes closed from how much you smile.

As much as he wants to keep staring at you, he wants to shower you in kisses more, and that's exactly what he does. Donghyuck's hands travel to engulf your cheeks, holding you dearly as he leans in once, twice, thrice, several times to leave sweet pecks against your lips. He keeps coming in for more, the feeling of your skin against his, your smiley lips against his, the sounds of your laughter bringing him back again and again and again.

"Hyuck," You mumble in between kisses and laughs, "Hyuck, stop!"

He hums, mumbling against your lips, "Just one more, I swear!"

One leads to two, and two leads to ten, as he continues to kiss you for what seems like hours.

And finally, he parts from your lips, leaning away to observe your face once again, full of love and happiness.

He sighs, "Ready for the day?"

You hum, lacing yoru fingers through his, "One more kiss?"

How could he ever turn down such an offer?

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yueisyum · 8 months

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Don’t Think About It 𓆤

(Part 4) Dtai Teaser

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ꕤ Enemies to lovers

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𖧷 College Haechan x reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 𖧐 there’s a thin line between love and hate, and you’re falling over it.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ᪥ Angst, idiots, food consumption.

Note: this is the most roughest rough draft ever so keep that in mind.. I’m sorry but this is kinda rushed 😅

★ ✰ Don’t Think About It ✰ ★

The silent wait in the elevator did nothing to ease your heart, which you swear was beating harder then ever before. Not to be dramatic…

The elevator dings, the door slowly opens. Hesitantly, you step out into your buildings lobby, A group of students are coming in from what looks like a soccer practice and a janitor drags a wet trash bag out, he doesn’t look to happy about the leaking trail he’s leaving behind to clean up later. You continue walking out to the parking loot, suddenly eager to finally see Haechan again. Despite avoiding him for two days-

When you get to the glass door, your almost uncomfortably sweaty hand rests on the cold handle. you see him leaning against Jeno’s car, wearing his signature white t-shirt and leather jacket outfit. His hair dark brown- almost black and perfectly fallen in front of his face. The picture was almost perfect, except Chaewon is with him. Which shouldn’t- by any means bother you, but shes feeding him a bite of whatever Starbucks breakfast sandwich is in her hand, and it infuriates you.

Her hair done perfectly with a small braid fallen to the side, her makeup looks done and her outfit matched her purse along with her shoes.

Why is she so dressed up anyway!?

Is she trying to impress him? Does she like him?!

You hate that your comparing her outfit to your sweatpants and Jeno’s old t-shirt. You consider turning around, running back up to change before he sees you. But that’s stupid so you continue.

After that whole dramatic inner dialogue, you finally open the door, the cold air hits you and you regret not bringing a jacket. Each step was torture as she continues to giggle at whatever he’s saying, grabbing at his arm and smiling so gorgeously. You take in a deep breath, and prepare to engage in conversation with them. Whatever you were thinking at that moment can’t- by any means- show on your face.

Haechan notices you first, his smile falls and he becomes stiff but his eyes never leave yours. It hurts to think your presence makes him nervous or uncomfortable- or even Unhappy. When you finally make it within talking distance Chaewon greets you.

“Hey girly! I was spending the night with Hyuck and the the rest of the boys when Jisung mentioned he wanted to come see you guys, thought we’d tag along, hope that’s okay”

Hyuck!? Did she call haechan Hyuck!? And did she say Spending the night?

Why is she speaking for both of them? We? What does ‘we’ mean? They didn’t come as a pair so why is she saying ‘we’ like that!?

Despite the absolute war that’s occurring inside, You smile in response, a fake one- but a smile nonetheless. your throat feeling to dry to tell her she can come whenever and that it’s okay, Because.. well.. it’s not!

You have no right to be upset, considering you just claimed you don’t want anything with haechan. But who cares about that? That was like 50 years ago.

Haechan tries smiles, his lips tighten as he does and his hands find their way to his back pockets. Awkwardly standing there, visibly anxious. Like a kid waiting for him mom to stop talking to her mean coworker so they can go home.

Your not bothered… by any of it! Why would you be?

“You guys got food?” You ask, not a genuine question- mostly just pointing it out. unable to kindly address Chaewons previous words. She didn’t notice though, only smiling and answering your passive questions without hesitation.

“Yep! We stoped on the way. Sorry we didn’t grab you anything.” She pouts, suddenly looking over to Haechan.

“Hyuck why didn’t you remind me!? We could’ve gotten something for the girls. Your always so forgetful” her arms playfully slap his shoulder, you felt your eye twitch-

And haechan saw it.

Her words shouldn’t bother you, I mean she’s known haechan far longer then you have. Obviously she’s comfortable around him and If something where to happen between them, it would’ve already.. right?

You look over at Haechan, his eyes still on you, despite not saying a word since you’ve arrived, you seem like the situation has spoken for itself.

“Did you sleep well?” He suddenly questions.

Oh? He speaks? Wonderful…

“I slept fine..” you begin, the nicest smile you could conjure. Which still barley passed- “..how was the two of you’s little sleep over? Did you sleep at all or..?”

You didn’t mean to come off so outright and you immediately curse yourself when the sentence leaves your mouth. Both of them look taken aback. But of course Chaewon is the one to Perk up and respond. Acting as if your question was as innocent as her answer.

“Actually Hyuck showed me how to use his PC, and he taught me how to play so many games! We were up almost all night!”

“Is that right” you subconsciously tilt your head. The amount of venom that coated your voice was almost illegal.

Haechan had taken the hint as soon as you said it. “Well not all night we did sleep eventually” it irked you that he hasn’t brought up why he wanted to talk to you. You obviously know- but why hasn’t he asked her to leave? Why put up such a fuss to finally talk, if he won’t even talk!?

“Together?” You ask, your (fake) smile never fading. Not until you get a different answer from both of them… their words leaving you still. Not even able to tell if you imagined it or not.

Ending note: it’s a little late and kinda rough but I just wanted to get something out so you all know I’m actually working on it! I don’t have a clue when pt 4 for will actually be released, but hopefully sometime soon!!!

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onyourhyuck · 2 years

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚. | 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐨.| (M) | PT 4.

synopsis; park areum is a small journalist who gets mistaken for a sex worker one day. she gets kidnapped and then given to lee jeno, an infamous mafia for creating war and havoc.

warnings; lower caps intended!!, this is part 4/20, action, fighting scenes, short love triangle, mafia romance, cursing/mature language, jeno falls in love hard, !jealous mafia jeno, enemies to lovers, smut!!, makeout scenes, gripping, degrading, praising, jeno is a bit of a dick but we been knew. park areum is a bad bitch <3.

Previous Chapter 3 link! Masterlist for “His Karma”

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it has been a few weeks living under the mafia’s noses. areum constantly does the same routine, wake jeno with breakfast and schedule, walk around the entire mansion and then do his laundry. afterwards areum can do whatever she wants, but she can’t leave the damn place.

areum let’s out a string of cuss words to the clean laundry, moving hands to fold them neatly and then put it on the stand behind her with the stack of clothing.

when areum was forced to live here she did not sign up to be a maid for jeno!

haechan and renjun cross the room with areum, only haechan walking backwards preaching in. he laughs at the sight of the girl doing laundry. “oh my god if it isn’t jeno’s house wife doing her husband’s clothes.”

renjun follows haechan in glaring at the boy, seemingly not having time to tease you. areum shows haechan the middle finger, “go fuck yourself haechan. your fault i’m in this mess.”

hyuck was about to say something back but renjun quickly grips him by the ear dragging the nosey boy out. “sorry for bothering you areum, let’s go dumbass.”

watching the guys leave in a rush, areum couldn’t help but wonder what else she can do to contain the apathetic boredom, only the longing to see jisung and go to work journaling every secret, mystery, case and people— only if areum could have those options. she signs in the open with thoughts clouding the mind, to the point jaemin is now in the same room as her without areum noticing.

he softly speaks out, “why the long face areum?” he saw her eyes shift back into reality, areum’s eyes lighting up. “oh jaemin,”

he hums, glancing around the laundry she has to fold. areum leans against the wall, annoyed. especially by haechan’s comments. “i don’t want to do house work, it’s not my thing. maybe let me help with missions?”

he understood where she was coming from. jaemin almost felt bad for the girl but he would prefer if she were in the mansion. not because he thinks areum will snitch on them, she would’ve done it a while ago if that were the case. jaemin just doesn’t want to see areum hurt. if he knew the girl was at missions, jaemin might have to drag her ass back to the mansion.

jaemin’s hands lovingly start to pet the side of areum’s head. he grins in appreciation for a bit, sympathising with her. however his question caught areum in a prance. “will you kill someone then?”

silence came from her, it was loud enough that jaemin understood why she was quiet. it was because areum does not want to take a life. he sighs out, moving hands off areum’s head. “you need to be prepared to kill no matter what. it is either kill or be killed.”

he turns to areum fully facing her now. “continue doing what you are, areum. you’re being a huge help, i promise you.” he heads out of the door, areum watching the empty room.

“i’m sorry jaemin, i can’t.” she murmurs. if areum were to fold another piece of clothing she might lose sanity.

areum has a clean plan. she will wait for jeno to return from the missions, then entering his room she will simply ask him.

areum checks clock, hand resting on the 12. it was midnight, perfect time to speak to jeno. or so she thought.

the girl opens the door swinging, “jen—” two naked figures were crossed on the bed, jeno darkly sits up when the young woman with blonde hair ran out, pushing areum aside to get out. he sighs into disbelief, seemingly everything goes downhill when areum is around him.

almost like karma.

areum clears her throat, “Uhm, i’ll just— speak to you in the mornin-” upon stumbling words the moment the girl was to walk out of the room, jeno brought areum against the wall, he wore the robe but very loosely, with tight grip on the arm. she yelps in shock and jeno jeers down at the girl.

“better start explaining now because my patience is walking on thin ice, park areum.” he said, while using her full name— he must truly be pissed. areum gulps looking away, murmuring.

“i don’t want to be your house wife, give me another work.” he would let go off her hand, groaning. “is this really the reason why you interrupted my moment with the girl i bought?” jeno spat.

“yes why else would i be running in your room this late?” areum scoffs, watching the man in the fancy expensive robe, hair slicked back as he was looking out of the window. he smirks. “what work do you want then? be specific because i won’t pick for you.”

she trails very slowly, “m…missions?”

jeno’s eyes that were glued on the windows immediately avert back to the woman, the expression he had was of shock. areum swore she was sweating out of fear, jeno approaches areum slowly, the robe flowing behind almost magically.

areum looks down on the feet resting on the carpet flooring, somehow feeling as if she was falling from unbelievable high place about to die. jeno’s voice in tone darkens, “look at me.”

she winces, gosh why does he have to be so mean and dramatic about it? areum would hesitatingly look, but jeno was on impatient so his hand gripped areum’s face tightly.

hand grabbing her face and jaw in one, forcing areum to be looking right at him clearly. eyes weren’t allowed to move either, because the dark dangerous brown iris were glaring into hers. “you? missions? areum, i don’t think you understand why you are here. you. are. my. hostage.”

areum whined at the pain inflicted from the grab. “i don’t want to be your house wife.” jeno shakes his head letting go off areum’s face. “have you ever killed? do you even know how to defend yourself? you’ll die and that’s not something i have a problem with.”

his words were cruelly spoken, like a knife down at areum’s heart. she’d ball the fist together, spitting out the words she’s been wanting to tell jeno since day 1.

“i might seem useless to you but don’t forget that i’m a journalist. i know and have my ways, i can’t be doing house chores for you as you please.”

jeno listened well despite being against the open idea— unlike jaemin who is also against areum going on missions, he is worried and cares for her. but jeno , he simply doesn’t trust areum. he could care less what happens to her, but if she were to ruin the plan then that is his fault for putting slight trust in the girl. areum could easily be plotting. after all she is a journalist.

he laughs lightly. “i don’t trust you. for all i know you could always be plotting behind me.” areum would slightly glare, “if i were to be plotting, i would’ve done it weeks ago. you’re not necessarily hard to hit.”

she glances down to his crotch area through the robe. jeno turns his body away from her, glaring. “don’t even remind me of the pain you did to me.” the time areum kicked his dick was the day jeno saw the light from heaven itself.

jeno shakes his head. “let’s not change the subject. no is no, areum. go back to bed, i’m done with this conversation.”

jeno watches the girl leave the room, he sighs into the open. why does he feel bad rejecting her idea though? maybe he can understand that she weren’t like the other females, she does not shy from dangerous situations. areum almost craves unpredictable situations.

areum dislikes routine and he knew this. maybe areum can bring something good by doing this though? he glances down at the poster of a rich hotel, a smirk automatically curved on the pale canvas of his face.

bingo.

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incarnateirony · 1 year

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Just a quick question. T2O has a long post about the Nexstar /CW upfront meetings. In it he implies that AA, AH and the Walkerverse are moving forward at CW? Says that these decisions would have been made at the beginning of the year. It is possible I guess. If so, would that explain why TW has been actively stumping for streaming watches? Would Jensen have been actively shopping TW, knowing it was cancelled, so that when that is announced, they can immediately announce the move to MAX or Amazon

Well, 2po is an idiot, for one, any you should never begin a post with humoring anything he says to inform your view unless you ENJOY starting from delusional fan misinformation and then making me correct you throughout.

The decisions WERE made. A WHILE AGO. It was not in January. Of all the months in all the world, and all the things he could have considered saying, he chose to pick The Month That Shows He Is As Unplugged From Events As Humanly Possible.

Development Deals were Oct, Nov.

Dec, Jan was mostly down. Decisions are DEBATED in January, but mostly in regards to new pilot orders, which is why THOSE announce late Jan/early Feb, but this isn't a new pilot, so he's just doing that thing where he tries to repeat information I've said before, but has no idea how to use it?

Beyond that, certain streamer decisions were made February. Social Media and Promotional decisions were actually begun december before Holiday. They took effect March. Oh my god of every month on the motherfuckin planet to shoot at, this dumb son of a bitch said January.

All your other questions come from equally hilariously ignorant garbage, which is why you should never, ever, ever start your thoughts or opinions informed by this absolute slackjawed piece of shit, and if you're a disingenuous nonnie I do hope you understand I will use every sly attempt to embarrass the piss out of all of you and destroy this attempted bad faith seeding.

Because no, Jensen doesn't need to "shop it around". That comes from 2po pretending there's a war they have an equal stake in, and thinking he can drive anxieties and relativity. It takes an idiot, and yes, that includes you if you genuinely believed him when he said it, to take a property that's viral on its home studio's platform and go "DURHHHYUCK?? IS JENSEN GON SHOP IT AROUND? HYUCK? I GUESS WB DONT WANT IT, hYUCK?"

Think before you ask things based off of trying to make sense of absolute nonsense people are selling you as information, then these stupid questions will happen less, but start applying critical thinking per last paragraph.

Nobody is Stumping for watches but jared on low value shows still saying "I hope we get picked up" while staying visible for casting season. Jenmish aint got TIME for this Family Feud and Rando Sportsball Podcast Fluff Pieces, it's barely even SHOW promo, he's putting HIMSELF out there.

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This is so random but i suddenly had the urge to listen to Hot Sauce and now i’m watching their HS studio choom video. And then i see this shot of 00 line together and omg.. imagine though, wouldn’t it be so cool to be besties with all four of them? :(

i’m a renjun biased and i can’t help but think abt the other three quietly (or most likely, loudly) hyping me up to eventually ‘confess’ to him or something 😭

i haven’t listened to hot sauce in a while omg, i wanna be besties with 00 line so bad :(( like they all have such distinctive personalised and yet they fit together so well? i love their dynamics really :3

renjun would simply be using his phone while the other three would be trying to push you into confessing your undying love for him.

hyuck would simply whine, “what’s so hard about this? just go and kiss him, i’ll show you,” he’d huff, striding towards renjun with the motive of grabbing his cheek and giving him a sloppy kiss, which would honestly end in war as he’d go crying around when renjun starts hitting him.

jaemin would be talking in his french-korean, trying to explain how to approach renjun, and his plan would probably work as renjun too is in love with you, so even if you go and talk to him, it’s gonna look as if two lovers are sitting and talking, being flustered is a plus point.

jeno? he’d be all smiley and supportive, giving you a thumbs up while hyuck shouts, pairing you both like a school kid and jaem joins him. it’ll be chaotic but renjun will make sure to take you away from this mess and find a place where he can actually talk to you. bonus if you act too shy and he straight up kisses you, saying how cute you are.

#🐈 — nana!#this came out of nowhere don’t mind me 😭#i love cooking up random scenarios

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choerrypuffs · 2 years

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okay I need your opinion: since in your demigod!au the 00 line is clearly korean, either the mortal parent is korean or the god parent takes the form of a korean mortal: if it was the god parent (Poseidon, Athena, Apollo, Ares), which korean celebrity would they look like in your au? I know it’s random but I just thought it would be funny universe, like imagine idk Rain being like “Hey I’m your father [insert greek god name]” lol

FSJKLKS NOT RAINNNNN 😭😭😭 every time rain is mentioned i just remember that clip of jyp fighting for his life trying to hit a high note and rain just beside him like 🤨🤨🤨 and then clapping like nothing happened

anyways thank you so much for sending this in, my love!! i had so much fun thinking of these and may have gone a bit overboard with adding pics but i just think it's such a cool concept 🤩 shoutout to cat for helping me out 💕

choi sooyoung / yang mi as athena ; of course renjun is chinese but we know he grew up in jilin where there are many ethnic koreans so i included both a korean and chinese actress! this was just an excuse to post more pretty pics of women tbh 🥰 i mean COME ONNNN they’re giving us girlboss ceo independent women that use men’s tears to keep them young 🥵🥵🥵

seo kangjoon as poseidon ; LOOK AT HIS EYES OMFGGGG 🤩🤩🤩 this was honestly the hardest to pick bc i wanted to do logan lerman justice since he is the TRUE poseidon 😍 i just think poseidon would be very pretty as a human idc what the books said and seo kangjoon is vvv pretty <3 i mean he has to look good to be able to have children like moon and hyuck

also moon said she was okay with rain being her father too so rain is the backup option

park hyungsik as apollo ; i had the same thought process like i did with poseidon tbh 🤧 apollo is pretty and so is park hyungsik <3 idk if you’ve seen his drama “strong woman do bong soon” but he plays a rich himbo and i would imagine that’s what apollo would be like

jang hyuk as ares ; i was originally going to pick ma dongseok but i feel like that was such a stereotypical “strong bulky man” choice for ares just bc he’s the god of war so i went with jang hyuk! he’s still a bit rugged looking but not someone you would immediately think about when you think of ares!

here are some honorable mentions because i wanted to (no explanation needed) <3

taeyeon as artemis

han sohee as persephone

#ask #anon #answered #demigods

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I am not even a ncitizen.. .I am just a pure doppu...a solo stan...but I couldn't accept the fact that 127 is not going to complete for a long time...that really breaks me...

But yesterday I saw some saying why couldnt the date come any sooner that they dont have to see ty for 2 years...I was like what? How can they even imagine that? He is the visual centre nd the leader the backbone of 127...no matter ho they love their bias they should atleast think that he is someone's bias too, that would hurt them nd they will start talking abt others ..nd there would be a war in fandome...

Ok...even one person gone others still can have their side gigs, but how long?...how much content one can provide as a single..in the end it is 127their group their members right...that's their home nd most comfortable nd safe zone...I dont get how one's mind could think that way tho..

I cant even digest the fact that there wont be dotae content for the next 3 yrs..ty cant be with the new team for yrs..a lot things would change after hyuck done his service .nd some ppl r enjoying it makes me really feel bad for them...ofcrs it is whats going on every fandome..but since I knw them it is really sad..some fans r really crazy...

Not everyone likes 127 as a group, and a lot of solo stans care only about seeing their bias getting all the hype. They don't even care about the bias himself, what he wants or what is better for him, only for the chosen champion to bit everyone else, for the solo stan to feel superior and vicarously "achieve" something. It is because Taeyong is the frontman of the unit, many want him gone.

I still can't decide if there is a real increase in narcissistic, egoistic and entitled people, or the internet and social media algorythms simply allow them to misbehave (no punishment from the socium in rl) and bring them onto the forefront (other people react to freaks, discuss them).

Learn to not pay attention to them. Such people exist, but they are a minority even if doesn't look like that sometimes.

127 will continue to perform as a group with missing members. EXO do it. 127 will be different, but it can be viewed in a positive light as well. A different way to approach a song and distribure parts, new roles and experience for the members that will allow them to grow, and yes, more time for individual gigs like musicals or tv. Personally, I think it is the success with individual endevours that helped 127 neos to become stronger as a team. Yuta doesn't need to feel inferior anymore when he was the first to appear on Netflix, when his own idol acknowledged him and he gained Japanese actor friends. And Taeyong doesn't need to feel the pressure of giving others the spotlight when others have brand deals and MC positions.

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envirae · 3 years

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ROM-COM TROPES WITH 7DREAM

IN WHICH: 7dream each find their own stories of love in this tale of anger, affection, sadness, and passion.

an nct dream oneshot series

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— MARK LEE: JUST FOR A MOMENT

SUMMARY: when an innocent agreement to become his wingwoman turns into having to pretend like you’re his girlfriend, Mark suddenly starts to see you in a new light. he tells himself it’s nothing big, but are the two of you really just faking?

PAIRING(S): mark lee x fem!reader, platonic!kim jungwoo x reader

GENRE: fluff, angst, college au, fake dating au

WARNINGS: swearing, jealousy, kissing, alcohol usage, mark and reader are kinda dumb

WORD COUNT: 5.3k

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— HUANG RENJUN: THE WAY I DON'T LOVE YOU

SUMMARY: After harboring your feelings for your brother's best friend for over a decade, you’ve officially admitted defeat. But when you decide to date around in an effort to get over him, you’ve suddenly piqued his interest.

PAIRING(S): huang renjun x fem!reader, brother!kim doyoung x reader

GENRE: brother’s best friend, fluff, angst, high school au,

WARNINGS: swearing, jealousy

WORD COUNT: 5k? (subject to change)

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— LEE JENO: IF WE TAKE THE RISK

SUMMARY: When your best friend suddenly gets a girlfriend, there’s a clear shift in the air. It doesn’t go unnoticed, either. After toeing the line between friends and more, Jeno’s determined to find out your secret. Even if it means destroying your close bond.

PAIRING(S): lee jeno x fem!reader

GENRE: best friends to lovers fluff, angst, high school au,

WARNINGS: swearing, jealousy

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— LEE DONG HYUCK: THEN I FOUND YOU

SUMMARY: Lee Dong Hyuck is a side character. He observes people as they go by, living vicariously through them. But when a messy haired, bright eyed girl suddenly walks into the cafe where he works, Dong Hyuck wonders if he can have his own story.

PAIRING(S): lee dong hyuck x fem!reader

GENRE: strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, high school au,

WARNINGS: swearing, jealousy

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— NA JAEMIN: ALL THE WORDS I NEVER SAID

SUMMARY: When the most popular boy in school starts getting love notes, smart but quiet y/n seems like the last possible subject. That is, until, Na Jaemin sees a small girl slipping a small pink envelope into his locker.

PAIRING(S): na jaemin x fem!reader

GENRE: secret admirer, fluff, angst, high school au,

WARNINGS: swearing, jealousy

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— ZHONG CHENLE: WAITING GAME

SUMMARY: Academic rivals Zhong Chenle and L/N Y/N have never once seen eye to eye. There's no lengths they won't go to in order to beat each other, even if that means some foul play.

PAIRING(S): zhong chenle x fem!reader

GENRE: rivals to lovers, fluff, angst, high school au,

WARNINGS: swearing, jealousy

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— PARK JISUNG: BAD BAD NEWS

SUMMARY: in desperate efforts to try to fit in, young and cash strapped Park Jisung takes a bet to date the quiet social reject, and stay with her for at least three months. Sure it's a little dirty but, all's fair in love and war.

PAIRING(S): park jisung x fem!reader

GENRE: fluff, angst, high school au,

WARNINGS: swearing, jealousy

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starryhyuck · 3 years

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prompt - gamer bf hyuck playing games but ur needy as shit u crawl into his lap and lick at his neck this is 100% inaccurate irl but anyways he says baby wait a bit but ur so fucking needy u just ride his thigh and he keeps tensing his thigh even after u cum and u whine and scrabble at his shoulders but he starts laughing and turns off the game - was his mic on the whole time?🤔 - baby i thought u wanted to be fucked? why are you crying now?

you can’t help yourself.

all you wanted was some good dick from your boyfriend, was that too much to ask? apparently for lee donghyuck, it was.

it’s really not your fault that you’re horny as shit when you’re ovulating. it’s hard to cope with the fact that you’re constantly empty even though your cunt is dripping wet all the time. you’ve tried to have a dildo or vibrator get you off but you really just want your boyfriend to do the work for you.

too bad jisung has declared “war” in overwatch, leading hyuck to ignore you for the past three days. he didn’t even bat an eye when you shoved your period app in his face, clearly showing him it was your peak day of ovulation.

“baby, i’m really busy. play with that nice toy i bought you last week.”

you huff at his response, slumping at the edge of his bed. even if you fucked yourself with a dildo in front of him, hyuck wouldn’t even leave his computer. he hated losing any tournament game to mark.

you decide to take measures into your own hands, crawling into his lap and nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck, licking a stripe up his throat.

“jesus fuck, baby,” hyuck curses. “wait a bit for me, angel. i’ll take care of you soon.”

you whine loudly at his response, quickly gripping the armrests of his chair, angling yourself on his thigh. you’ve opted to wear nothing but one of hyuck’s oversized shirts tonight, panties thrown in the hamper a hour ago after how wet they had gotten. you admire the fact that hyuck has chosen to wear shorts since the weather’s been growing warmer lately.

hyuck groans when he feels your slick meet the skin of his thigh, your wetness already starting to drip onto him.

“baby, baby, just give me a sec,” he insists, fingers still tapping away at his keyboard.

you still ignore him, one arm flying to the desk as you slowly ride his thigh. you let out all kind of noises — not giving any fucks about who hears you. you’ve been horny all week and you’re taking this time to personally relieve yourself.

it doesn’t take long for you to reach your climax, crying and moaning every time your clit nudges against hyuck’s thigh. every so often, he’ll clench his thigh to coax you along, throwing you over the edge faster.

“hyuck, hyuck,” you whimper loudly. “want to cum, please, baby.”

you see a smirk playing at his lips, eyes still trained on his monitor as you beg for permission to cum. ever since you started dating hyuck, you never came without his permission first. even shooting him a quick text during class would earn a response right away. he never left you high and dry unless he was being extra mean.

“don’t know if needy sluts like you deserve to cum,” he hums.

you cry immediately, dignity flying past you as tears fall down your cheeks from the intensity of your emotions.

“i do, hyuck. i promise, i’ve been good. i waited so long for you,” you beg him, hips moving faster against his thigh. “i’ll be good.”

he chuckles. “go ahead then, baby.”

you throw your head back and moan loudly when your orgasm washes over your body. it’s the first real release you’ve had in days, nothing ever coming close to the way hyuck can make you feel.

you almost scream when one of hyuck’s hands flies to your hip, moving your body back and forth as he clenches his thigh repeatedly. you’re immediately thrown into oversensitivity and your hands scramble to find his shoulders.

“no, hyuck- please, wait-“

it takes you a minute to realize he’s turning off the monitor, game already ended a while ago. he takes off his headset and laughs.

“you’re so loud, baby. no wonder the guys can’t concentrate after hearing you. that game was so easy to win,” he boasts. you don’t even feel embarrassed that all of his friends heard you, it honestly happened weekly because you were always horny when he was playing a game and hyuck enjoyed using your moans as a tactic to win.

despite this revelation, you still try to squirm your way off of his lap to rest for a little. hyuck doesn’t let you get too far, gripping you tighter and pulling you closer to him.

“now, what are the tears for, baby? i thought you wanted to be fucked? was begging all nice and pretty for me, and i can’t ignore my favorite girl, can i?”

you swallow. you were in for it.

#nct smut #hyuck #haechan smut

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daegall · 1 year

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Nobody else

pairing: bf!hyuck x reader (ft. his brothers?!)

genre: fluff, slight crack, domestic!AU, slight college!AU

warnings: none, but if there are any, don't hesitate to let me know !

word count: 664 words

a/n: for anon, thank you for the suggestion!!!! it's a little rusty since i haven't written in more than 2 months, but i still hope you can enjoy ^^

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You're beautiful. How could you be so beautiful?

Donghyuck has seen you through everything, the time you cried because you found out your grandma's 11 year old hamster passed away, the time you stood up for a random kid on campus, the time you came running to his doorstep after getting your dream job, Lee Donghyuck, the love of your life, has seen you through everything.

But why now, in this particular moment, with his brothers clambering over you with laughs, with you giggling just as joyfully as they attempt to draw on your face with markers, do you look so fucking ethereal?

Donghyuck stands there, by the living room entrance, with 4 stacked cups in one hand, and a carton of apple juice in the other. He can't seem to move. He's frozen in his spot, eyes stuck on you, scribbles all over your face, a moustache drawn on clumsily, a small pout on your lips.

"I swear to god, if you draw on my face one mor-"

Donghyuck's youngest brother (13) ignores your threat as his orange marker smears across your cheek once again, and he laughs. "Haha! Take that, noona!"

Donghyuck's cheeks hurt from smiling.

His second brother, 15, laughs loudly and quickly scribbles on the other brother's face.

"Hyung! What the hell was that for?!"

"HAHA YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN YOUR FACE!"

You take the two brothers squabbling as a chance to make a run for it, tumbling to your boyfriend's direction, where you realize he's grinning and staring at you.

"Lee Donghyuck don't just stand there! This is war!"

You then proceed to hide behind him, two hands grabbing at his arms to shield yourself from the teenage boys as they come running towards you and your beloved.

"Hey, hey!" Donghyuck finally unfreezes from his supposed daze, twisting and turning as you steer him in front of his brothers.

"Didn't you idiots want the apple juice? If you don't stop, I'm going to spill it on the carpet and tell mom you did it!"

In all honesty, they could say you accidentally did it and their mother would completely forget about it and ask about you, Mrs. Lee loves you.

But after a few more minutes of yelling, and giggling, and throwing markers, Donghyuck finally gets the boys to settle down, and sit on the couch as they scroll through Netflix.

"Hyuckie hyung, you should have seen what we drew on noona while she slept! It was hilarious!"

You sigh and melt by your boyfriend's side, scowling at the 13 year old, "A cat flipping you off isn't funny, Dongsookie."

Donghyuck snorts, and shakes his brother's head a moment after. "Hell yeah it is, nice job buddy."

And as you smack Donghyuck's stomach with a scowl, he can't help but think you're absolutely perfect. Right here, playfully arguing with a 13 year old, his brother, his brothers, whom they both adore you.

His mother loves you too, she makes sure you eat all your meals every single day.

His father often asks how you are, and is very comfortable around you, even taking you along with his brothers to see a baseball match.

Everyone adores you, but not as much as him.

There's nobody on earth who loves you like he does. Who clings onto you every single morning, who wakes you up at 2 am for a silly food run, who comforts you in your lowest, you hypes you up in your highest, who loves you as sweetly and tenderly.

There's nobody else on Earth who wants to spend his life with you as much as Lee Donghyuck.

It's crazy, how he realizes it while you're bickering with his 13 year old brother, a cup of apple juice in your hand, and a purse of your lips, but he wouldn't want it to be any other way with anybody else.

Because he knows, there's nobody else on planet earth who would love him as much as you do.

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megatrashboyeros · 2 years

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To The Rhythm

Summary: Donghyuck's got a big ego, everyone knows this. No one had ever gotten the chance to see him in any other way, except for when you agree to hang out at his house and in the privacy of his own bedroom, you get to knock him down a few pegs. He doesn't mind.

this is boy x boy, meaning the reader is a male, use of he/him pronouns

“Why won’t you sit on my lap?” Donghyuck called out to (Y/N) who rolled his eyes and continued playing games on his phone.

“Because I’m busy doing something.” He replied curtly. Donghyuck paused and stared at the boy, his lips forming a pout. “I can see you playing games, (Y/N), that’s more important than me?” Donghyuck asked.

(Y/N) replied with a simple nod and smirked when he heard Donghyuck whine and huff. “Why are you so needy for my attention, Donghyuck?” (Y/N) asked with a sly smile on his face. Donghyuck’s cheeks bloomed with pink and he crossed his arms, turning his face away. “Maybe I just want your attention!”

The younger boy rolled his eyes and stood up, making his way to the radio that had been playing music lowly. (Y/N) clicked through the different radio stations as Donghyuck mumble and whine once again behind him. When he found nothing on the radio, (Y/N) plugged the aux into his phone and picked a random song. He set the volume to something comfortable and turned back to Donghyuck, who was slumped over on his couch. (Y/N) crossed his arms and watched the boy who was now on his phone.

(Y/N) glanced away from Donghyuck and bit his lip out of frustration. A war seemed to go on in his head about whether to indulge the boy or keep to himself. A few moments passed and (Y/N) sighed, slowly making his way over to Donghyuck. Said boy looked up from his phone and raised an eyebrow.

(Y/N) patted at his knee. “Well, I’m here to sit, now move your phone and sit up.” It took about a second for Donghyuck to realize what the boy in front of him had said and scrambled to sit up, tossing his phone to the side. (Y/N) let out a small sigh as he placed his thighs on either side of Donghyucks, lowering himself onto his lap.

Donghyuck placed his hands on (Y/N)’s thighs, rubbing small circles with his thumbs. It was silent between the two, a comfortable moment of the two relaxing their bodies against each other. (Y/N) placed his arms around Donghyuck’s shoulders and played with his hair.

(Y/n) noticed that Donghyuck was quiet and smirked. “What’s the matter, Hyuckie, cat got your tongue?” He asked playfully. Donghyuck rolled his eyes and pulled (Y/N) closer, burying his face into his chest. (Y/N) let out a laugh and threaded his fingers through Donghyuck’s hair, playfully tugging ever so gently.

Donghyuck mumbled and shifted. “What’s wrong, Hyuck?” (Y/N) asked, tilting his head.

The boy beneath him mumbled again and shook his head. (Y/N) pulled back in hopes of catching a look at Donghyucks face but the boy had a steel grip around his waist. “Hyuck, tell me what’s up, please?”

“I didn’t realize how turned on this would make me until you actually sat in my lap. And the tugs on my hair aren’t doing anything to help!” Donghyuck spoke in a low tone. (Y/N) felt his face heat up. It wasn’t until Donghyuck shifted again did (Y/N) realize that Donghyuck was trying to lift him away from his crotch.

With a burst of confidence that came from the depths of hell, (Y/N) pushed himself back down onto Donghyucks lap. The boy beneath him let out a surprised groan and bucked his hips up. IT went quiet for a moment until (Y/N) let out an airy, light laugh. Donghyuck felt his cheeks burn hotter as (Y/N) pulled him back to look him in the face.

“What a pathetic little noise, Hyuckie. I know you can do better.” (Y/N) smirked. Donghyuck felt his dick throb at (Y/N)’s words, swallowing a wad of saliva harshly before pulling the boy down for a kiss.

Soft moans mixed with the music and the two boys lost themselves in each other. Donghyuck had a hand up (Y/N)’s shirt, feeling over his chest and stomach. (Y/N)’s hand that was tangled in Donghyuck’s locks had traveled to the boy’s throat, squeezing the sides.

“I want you so bad, (Y/N), please, touch me more.” Donghyuck whimpered out, feeling dizzy from (Y/N)’s touches. (Y/N) smiled and cocked his head, making eye contact with Donghyuck.

“Such a good boy for begging, but you gotta do more than that, Hyuckie.” (Y/N) almost felt bad for watching as Donghyuck’s eyes glossed over and the boy dropped his head back onto the couch.

Just as Donghyuck began to whimper out, (Y/N) pushed his hips down against Donghyuck’s bulge, making him release a high-pitched moan. A surprised smile took place on (Y/N)’s face and started to pace himself, wanting to hear more of Donghyuck’s noises.

Donghyuck was quickly made a mess of begs and soft whimpers. (Y/N) took pity after he got his fill and lifted himself up, untying the strings of Donghyuck’s sweatpants. He stuck his pointer finger into the sweats and pulled them loose. Donghyuck pushed his hips up so his pants could slip off easier.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but stare at Donghyuck’s cock. The girth outweighed the length, while still being impressive, and his hair was well kept. You had never encountered a dick that you could consider pretty, but Donghyuck’s is the first.

The boy whined as (Y/N) brushed over his cock with a feather-like touch, purposefully teasing Donghyuck to get a rise out of him. Donghyuck gripped (Y/N)’s hips, pulling him closer. His hips bucked upwards when (Y/N)’s hand finally wrapped around his cock.

“Such a whiney baby, you want me so bad don’t you, Hyuckie?” (Y/N) asked with a smirk, leaning in to place a wet kiss against Donghyuck’s exposed neck, nipping and suckling here and there while picking up the pace on his strokes.

“God, fuck, please- ah! (Y/N) please, wanna...wanna fuck you so bad!” Donghyuck sputtered. (Y/N) cooed at him, feeling his own arousal becoming unbearable.

(Y/N) once again lifted himself from Donghycuk’s lap, this time entirely. He quickly unbuttoned his pants and pushed them off, along with his boxers. Donghyuck reached out and lifted (Y/N)’s shirt off, before removing his own.

“Any lube?” (Y/N) asked, knowing damn well that Donghyuck would have a bottle somewhere in his room.

Donghyuck pointed to his bedside table. “Top drawer, can’t miss it.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but chuckle at how breathless Donghyuck sounded. He made his way to the opposite corner of Donghyuck’s room, opening the top drawer and spotting the vibrant pink bottle of lube. (Y/N) grabbed it and turned around, too eager to get back to business to worry about closing a drawer.

When the boy turned back around, he found Donghyuck struggling to keep his hands from his own cock, also too eager to pause for lube. (Y/N) shook his head and made eye contact with Donghyuck. “Keep your hands off and I’ll let you cum inside.”

Donghyuck quickly removed his hands and tucked them underneath his thighs. (Y/N) couldn’t help but let out a laugh and placed himself back into Donghyuck’s lap. “Can I do it, please?” Donghyuck asked, waiting patiently till (Y/N) gave him permission to move his hands.

The boy in his lap smiled, nodding and handing him the bottle of lube. “Of course, since you asked so nicely.”

Donghyuck popped the cap and poured the liquid onto his middle and ring finger, closing the bottle before throwing it to the side. (Y/N) leaned in and placed his hands on Donghyuck’s toned chest. “Ready?” Donghyuck asked softly. (Y/N) nodded.

Donghyuck was skilled with his fingers and it was apparent he knew what he was doing the moment he pushed his finger inside of (Y/N). Donghyuck took his turn marking (Y/N)’s unclothed chest and neck, basking in his moans.

“You make me feel so good, baby, and you haven’t even fucked me yet, can’t wait to feel your cock inside of me~” (Y/N) muttered out, letting his head fall back. Donghyuck continued to open him up with his fingers, moving slowly but diligently.

It stroked Donghyuck’s ego to know that he was the reason for (Y/N)’s arousal. Seeing the boy fall apart in his lap with only a finger inside of him made him anticipate replacing his finger with his dick even more.

“Can I put it in now, please? I want to make you feel so fucking good.” Donghyuck pleaded and (Y/N) could only give him a nod.

(Y/N) lifted himself as Donghyuck aligned his cock with (Y/N)’s hole, pushing it in slowly as to give (Y/N) time to adjust to the size difference. A gasp was pushed through (Y/N) mouth as Donghyuck’s cock stretched him open.

“F-Fuck- ah! Baby, fuck, you’re so thick-” (Y/N) whimpered out.

Donghyuck’s grip faltered on (Y/N)’s hip, feeling as if he was losing his mind from how tight (Y/N) was. Donghyuck’s head fell onto the back of the couch when he was fully sheathed inside, feeling (Y/N) relax into him.

The two made eye contact and smiled, meeting each other in a heated kiss. (Y/N) began rocking his hips forward and backward. The boys moaned into each other’s mouths, a clash of teeth and tongue and pure pleasure. It was obvious the two of them were desperate for this moment to happen.

(Y/N) grabbed a fistful of Donghyuck’s hair and pulled him back from the kiss. Donghyuck’s eyes fluttered shut and he let out a groan. (Y/N) felt a rush of dominance fall over him from Donghyuck’s reaction, a sly laugh leaving his lips.

Donghyuck whined as (Y/N) slowed his hips, already feeling his release build-up. “F-Faster, please!” Donghyuck pleaded. (Y/N) cooed and leaned down to suck marks onto Donghyuck’s neck.

“Beg a little more for me, Hyuckie~” (Y/N) moaned out. Breaking Donghyuck was (Y/N)’s ultimate goal and it would happen tonight even if that meant putting off his own release.

Donghyuck huffed out and grabbed onto (Y/N)’s hips, pulling him up and down as if to get (Y/N) to move on his own. He felt himself start to lose control, the pleasure and the way (Y/N) was talking to him becoming too much. “Please, (Y/N), wanna fuck you so badly, wanna cum please, let me cum! Wanna breed you so bad!”

A shudder ripped through (Y/N)’s body and the boy started to move once again, this time with the help of Donghyuck’s frantic thrusts. The room’s temperature felt almost too hot as the two boys melted into each other.

The pleasure was overwhelming, meeting each other in a kiss as Donghyuck felt himself begin to tip over the edge, digging his nails into (Y/N)’s skin. (Y/N) moaned out as Donghyuck’s thrusts became rougher. (Y/N)’s mind was fuzzy with lust, his body tingling all over, feeling Donghyuck’s body against his was something he only dreamt of and now being a reality was like a fever dream.

“(Y/N), c-close…” Donghyuck whimpered.

“Cum for me, baby.” (Y/N) moaned, reaching down to jerk himself off.

Donghyuck’s hips stuttered and stilled as he came, holding (Y/N) tightly. The feeling of being filled by Donghyuck had (Y/N) whining loudly as he came into his hand.

The low beat of the music slowly filled their ears again, the two catching their breath. Donghyuck set his head on the back of the couch and sighed dreamily, a smile plastered to his face.

“What’re you smiling about?” (Y/N) asked. Donghyuck rubbed (Y/N)’s sides slowly, shaking his head. (Y/N) pouted and poked Donghyuck’s cheek.

“Tell meeee, please!” (Y/N) whined.

“I just had sex and it was with you. Do you realize how over the moon I am? And on top of that, do you know how hot that was? I never would’ve thought you’d take control like that!” Donghyuck said, which resulted in him getting pinched by a very flustered (Y/N).

(Y/N) rolled his eyes and adjusted himself to get off Donghyuck’s lap, only to be stopped by a knock on Donghyuck’s bedroom door. The two boys made eye contact and Donghyuck scrambled to grab a blanket.

“Y-Yeah?” Donghyuck called out.

“Hi sweetheart, your father and I just got home from the store, just wanted to check in!” Donghyuck’s mom called from behind the door.

“Okay, I’ll be down in a few!” Donghyuck replied.

Footsteps faded down the hallway and (Y/N) finally breathed out. The two turned to look at each other and let out a laugh.

“That was close, huh.” (Y/N) snorted. Donghyuck nodded in agreement and wrapped his arms around (Y/N)’s waist. “Let’s go down and say hi, then maybe we can come back up here and fuck to a different song~,” Donghyuck said and wiggled his eyebrows.

(Y/N) rolled his eyes and smooshed Donghyuck’s face away, the boy letting out a laugh. “In your dreams, Lee Donghyuck.”

#nct x male reader #nct dream x male reader #kpop x male reader #nct haechan smut

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onyourhyuck · 2 years

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚. | Season 2

synopsis; park areum is a journalist who happens to get her life involved with the mafia leader war and havoc, lee jeno. areum’s brother was kidnapped by the japanese mafia na yuta and areum was able to successfully get jisung back— however with a price that she betrays lee jeno by selling out important information of his base whereabouts. it’s been a year ever since that day and areum happens to get involved in the mafia world again.

warning: mafia au/theme, thriller, action, romance, smut!!, lots of fighting here and mentions of blood, park areum is a bad bitch ykyk, dreamies are here for plot, love triangle!!!!, angst.. massive angst, death mentions of characters, alcohol mention, guns mention, switch!areum, switch Jeno!, rough kissing, gripping, degrading, praising, love scenes, unprotected seggs [wrap your willys sons pls, use it 😃], slowburn romance, prepare for a long ass ride.JEALOUSY, Exhibitionist scenes (almost caught etc) semi public scenes with sexual tension. PLOT TWISTS AND CLIFFHANGERS <3 THIS IS SEASON 2, CHECK SEASON 1 OUT BEFORE READING THIS SEASON PLSSSS.

PART 10 / 25. PART 11 LINK.

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haechan woke up screaming in the morning when the sight of areum next to his bed, sleeping soundly on another patient bed, the amount of screaming and surprised he held was released quick. kun walking in tell him to shut up.

“be quiet, areum is sleeping!” kun whisper scolds, gentle tucking the woman in the bed more. haechan looking around with confusion. “since when did she get here? last time i checked i’m the only one.”

haechan murmurs, how did areum get here without him noticing? kun shaking the head at the tan boy. “worry about yourself, when are you going to leave this patient ward? jaemin needs you in the front lines.”

the moment the front lines were mentioned the boy faked a coughing fit, laying back in the bed with bedsheets duvet over him, almost as if he was hiding from kun. the doctor scowls at the sight. Haechan was truly terrified to go back to the war! who can blame him though.

yuta is one sadistic evil man. the japanese man enjoys playing the cat and mouse game, in fact he’s a perfect definition of a cat; torturing the victim before he would finish the kill. the amount of stuff haechan saw and went through, he’s surprised he doesn’t have some sort of ptsd.

kun lightly tugs haechan upwards. “come on, you have one day here left. jaemin himself said he will take you forcefully.” sighing, the gemini male sat up annoyed, haechan rubbing the back of his head.

“i heard i heard,” haechan mutters. “what’s for breakfast then?” the boy smirks looking up, kun rolling eyes. of course he would think about breakfast instead. “tell me what you want, i’ll order it for you and areum.”

kun walking to the phone, haechan clapping hands as if he were victorious about being bought food. “get me gimbap, I’m tired of eating soup!”

areum shifts in the sleep by the sound of munching heard in the corner, opening eyes she were met with two serious eyes hovering above her. she’d scream with a fist punching the chest area, the boy falling over yelling.

“AH! ITS JUST ME.” haechan sat up whining, areum looking over breathing heavily. “what the hell hyuck! why are you so close?”

“you were whimpering in your sleep so i looked over you! sheesh and all i got is a punch in my boob.” he groans rubbing the chest again as he noms on the gimbap triangle shape, sitting back on his own bed. areum sat up bowing head apologetically, “sorry, but you don’t have breasts anyways.” areum said.

haechan smirks, “haha i don’t? they’re pretty big.” he’d joke looking down in his shirt. “wanna see?” he grins when areum scoffs holding a laughter shaking her head at the boy.

“no really, don’t.” areum said. kun walking in caught the woman and boy’s attention, he smiled down to areum passing a tray full of various foods. the woman’s lips part away looking up at kun. “you didn’t have to do so many.”

“just eat up, start taking care of yourself more.” kun said, he really thinks the woman should value herself more now. Haechan pouts watching the food and all he got was gimbap— technically he asked for it but he didn’t know kun can cook!

at this point kun can do anything and haechan is convinced that kun can’t be bad at anything. he can pilot, fight with different martial arts, heal and save people, cook and he can even do finance. hence why kun is a really important man in the mafia. he’s multi talented.

areum saw kun leave temporarily when minor soldiers called him over possibly for wounded people to take care of. haechan looking at areum, he saw a half worried expression.

“what you worried about?” haechan enquires, areum shaking her head. she doesn’t think she can finish all this. the girl lifts the spoon, sipping on the red broth before taking a bite of the meat.

her best friend would watch in awe, happy that areum is finally eating. areum surprisingly liked the food more than anticipated before.

Haechan noticing the woman’s long raven black hair fall whenever she were to lean down biting the food, he was cautious to stand up slowly, curling both hands on the side, pulling the hair in a ponytail as he held it in the position.

areum looks up with a short smile. “somehow i feel like you’ve done this before?” she teased and haechan scoffs cockily, “of course, i get lots of woman on me.”

“ahuh?” areum replied grabbing a piece of seaweed as she fed haechan it in his mouth, hyuck mumbles protests with muffle as he chewed the seaweed. “tch tch your ego is unnecessary.” areum tells.

“areum.” jaemin would call out as he stood by the doorframe watching haechan and the woman with soft eyes. he would have a welcoming smile, though he was half worried about why areum was in the patient wards.

areum turned around seeing jaemin, she lightly smiles. “jaemin! hey,” she tells and haechan bows his head respectfully before casually speaking.

“sup jaeman.” haechan retorts, jaemin scowling at the tan boy when he said this, he lifts his sleeve up shaking his head. “call my name properly!” he complained.

Haechan grinning, areum was then lightly petted by jaemin. the man in front lovingly brushed his hand in the black soft silky locks. “how are you feeling? kun told me you felt ill again.”

the two boys were watching half worried now that kun made up an excuse that they weren’t aware of yet. they loved areum in many ways, haechan’s lips fell apart. “yah you told me you were fine.” he slightly mumbles, now actually worried.

areum had to mask the real reason, she can’t let them know. they have their own worries. “i skipped a few meals and stuff, kun told me to stay here and eat properly.” areum gently told.

jaemin arching eyebrows at the answer. “areum. you need to start attending to your human needs. you need food to survive.”

Haechan shaking his at areum, “yah, areum-ah. you’re not allowed to leave until you finish this entire tray.” he suddenly points and areum’s expression gapes into surprise. why were the scolding her so much!

it’s not even the real reason why she was here. but no matter what, she was scolded like a child by these boys. jaemin sighing, “finish this food up, i might have a soldier watch you as you eat to make sure you finish every meal.”

areum hates that idea so much. watching someone eat? isn’t that torture for the person watching her?

“yah- can you two calm down. kun already told me off, i really don’t need two headaches at a time.” areum shot back, annoyed. haechan understandable nod, he can understand her in this; he also hates being scolded and overwhelmed with people.

but jaemin, he didn’t back away really easily.

“you can’t blame me for being like this, you just recovered.” jaemin carries on, areum somehow felt more emotional than before, more on the sad end of the spectrum.

the boys were slightly caught off guard when areum started to tear up unexplainable. maybe they stressed her too much by scolding her? this wasn’t very areum of her to cry, they were expecting areum to get angry by now.

instead they were met with a crying woman, jaemin and haechan make the same shared glance.

“oh my god you made her cry you asshole,” haechan told to jaemin, the other man glaring at haechan. “don’t point your mistakes on me.”

areum somehow ended up crying even more when hearing them fight, the two fell silent watching the sad sight.

“yah…areum.” haechan mumbles, not sure how to approach this situation. jaemin on the other hand knew what to do, he slowly brought areum’s face in his chest as she sat up on the bed, stroking her hair gently. “I’m sorry, don’t cry, it’s okay.”

Haechan rubs the back of his head, he felt like he didn’t help whatsoever now. he slowly rubs areum’s back in circular motion. “i’m sorry too, don’t cry please.”

kun came in with a questionable expression at the three, as soon as he heard areum cry he shifts on the side. “why is she crying? Haechan did you upset her?” kun threw in and the tan boy looks down. “I mean- me and jaemin were just scolding her for not eating previously..”

kun was quick to grasp the situation, maybe telling those two wasn’t the best idea. “you probably overwhelmed her so much.”

jaemin slightly scoffs, “you also overwhelmed her, you did the same thing.” kun purse his lips into a thin line, nervously laughing. he was guilty too.

areum moves from jaemin’s soft embrace, looking around the room. “i need to do my work.” haechan was quick to go to the cloak hanger, grabbing out the laptop from the case and give it to areum.

jaemin crouches down looking at areum, “i’m sorry, can you forgive me?”

areum looks down at jaemin, nodding. “it’s fine, i don’t know why i cried honestly.” she rubs the back of her neck, she feels awfully weird with emotions and stuff now. kun moves the tray with the food away.

haechan rubs areum’s back again. “here tissue,” hyuck passes soft tissue packet to areum, the woman taking it with a soft ‘thank you’ muttered.

jaemin still wasn’t half satisfied, but he doesn’t have much time either to fully talk with areum about this. the soldiers behind him knock on the front door, awaiting for jaemin to leave. kun left first the ward.

he turns to areum, “i need to go but, i’ll come back and visit you.” the woman’s lips pucker apart, she softly nods and jaemin nodding letting go off her hand. haechan looking down at areum also now.

“areum, i’ll keep you company as you work.” he told, trying to be as useful for her, maybe she won’t overwork herself this way.

areum scoffing with slight friendly laughter. “okay mr lee my assistant. get me a piece of clean paper and a pen.”

Haechan wouldn’t waste a minute going to the empty desk in the corner, finding a bland notepad and a working pen, passing it to areum.

he stood still in a soldier position, awaiting the next command. areum looking at the boy, “you’re distracting me, just take a seat on my bed with me.” areum and hyuck shuffle together, he would witness the true work of a journalist everyday.

“you know…” areum trails, “i have an actual assistant called mark lee in the city office.”

Haechan pouts, “I’m better than him right?” areum softly grins, “I’m not comparing.”

jisung walks to the living lounge humming loudly as his favourite taemin song was on replay (haha pun attended </3), the song being named ‘Want’.

the boy sat on the couch, chilling and vibing to the artistic music itself, but then a large thud on the outside was heard. jisung slowly turns the music off on high alert.

what was that large thud outside?

he softly looks past the blinds and curtains from the large living lounge window, outside he could see the front yard and the front entrance, jisung was met with a few people outside waiting, specifically looking at his house.

why did they somehow look familiar?

jisung tilts his head, he shouldn’t open the door. his gut feeling told him not to. the boy backs away when a large knock on the front door was made, then a other knock this time more impatiently.

mutters of Japanese words heard behind the door, aligning with multiple knocks again.

he was quick to turn off any light sources, jisung slowly making his way to the house phone, he called the number under areum’s name.

‘shit they came back.’ jisung would think, terrified. a male voice came through instead of a feminine voice, his eyebrows raised in surprise. did he call the wrong number?

“hello? who is this?” the deep voice called. jisung would be close to ending the call but then a large kick on the door was heard, thankfully the door did not open yet, but if this continued it would be about to. jisung backs away terrified, panting in anxiety.

“hello, hello, my house is being intruded on. i thought this was areum’s number but whoever you are help me. call police!” jisung shouts. the voice coming through calmly, “okay, this is jaemin. you heard of me right jisung?”

“jaemin?.. You’re areum’s friend.” jisung trailed and the voice was quick to speak. “okay, listen to me very carefully. i need you to stay inside, i’m nearby in the city i’ll come soon.”

jisung nods as if jaemin could see it, at this point he was trembling. he really wished this was a dream. jisung peaks outside and somehow his neighbours next door came out complaining of the noise. the older man with grey hair pointing at the people who were told to stop.

listening in he could makeout what it was saying. “why are you making noise! get out of here, before i call the police.” the elder shouts forward holding the phone close, the trope of Japanese gang members backing away with slight disappointment. going back on the motorbikes.

the elder watches them drive off, shaking his head. jisung was slow but he somehow got saved by the elder neighbour. he should thank him later.

he saved his life practically.

jaemin was quick to rush in with the spare house keys, he was met with jisung and a broomstick pointed at him. the man slowly moves the broomstick away, “it’s just me.” jaemin said.

jisung sighs out dropping the broomstick, he felt so drained due to the stressing and anxiety he had. jaemin closes the door and locks it. “I’ll go upstairs with you, pack the things you need.”

the younger boy wasn’t in position to question anything so he trusted jaemin, the man had some motherly vibe to him so he felt safe around the presence similar to areum. jisung went upstairs into his room to pack, somehow this felt like deja vu.

jaemin going upstairs he was looking around with a gun in his hand, in any case anything was suspicious. he walks into areum’s room, checking everything here well.

the man would pack some basic clothing for areum, knowing this he doesn’t want anyone returning here for a while. jaemin turns to the bathroom packing the toothbrush and face products, but then something in the very back cornered near the toilet poked his eyes.

jaemin puts the sanitary products in the bag, turning his body to the corner direction with his hand reaching out.

the moment the thing was grasped in the middle of the palm, his face went pale. eyes were gasping wide, lips fell apart.

jisung walks into areum’s room, jaemin’s hand slipping in the front pockets of his jacket hiding the object. the man sitting up with a packed back hanging by his shoulder. jisung looking up at the man. “where are we going?” jisung would ask.

jaemin gently wraps an arm around the boy, “I’m taking you somewhere your sister is also safe at. let’s go.”

the base gathered around in the centre underground. kun and yangyang pushing through as they saw the soldiers arrive. jaemin was nowhere to be seen, causing the mafia to be under lots of difficulties.

nothing is going their way. the mafia leader is gone, their second in command is nowhere to be seen, soldiers are dying and their numbers are lowering.

it couldn’t get worse than this right?

oh how wrong they were.

areum pushing through the crowd in desperation when she heard the news from renjun. hyuck was quick to catch up to the panicked woman.

the sight of a murderous soldiers dead on the ground. areum’s breathe hitches.

haechan standing next to areum with the same expression. barely anyone came back alive. the woman looks to the person with missing arm, nervously stuttering. “what about jeno? Where is he.”

the person looks down with the most guilty expression, while the other soldiers gasp in unison. haechan angrily pulling the guy upwards in the air by holding the collar tight of his clothes. “where is jeno? tell me!”

kun pulls haechan apart from the wounded soldier, tapping the guy’s shoulder in calm and comforting manner, though his voice was as deadly cold and authoritative. “tell us.”

the silence killed areum as the part of her had big hopes that jeno is on his way home, to the base, back safely and alive with all limbs attached. but a tiny part of her had these doubts, these doubts she shouldn’t be having about her lover— that he possibly could be dead, without limbs, without any life in him.

“i’m sorry.” the soldiers starts off looking down, shaking head. “i’m really sorry, it all happened so fast— jeno and yuta were fighting on a nearby cliff with deep waves underneath them”

“their fight was between them, jeno was able to injure yuta’s shoulder with his gun. but then yuta…”

areum shaking her head, the soldier looks up to the woman with sorry eyes. “Yuta shot jeno and he fell into the ocean.”

a scream from the woman escaped falling on her knees, haechan immediately grabbing a hold of the hysteric woman, whispering pranced terrified words such as ‘it’s okay’ and ‘areum calm down’. though areum couldn’t focus on those words, everything was blocked out except for the fact that jeno was announced to be dead.

“he can’t be dead, no, that’s impossible. he can’t leave me.” areum said as her breathing slowly increased until it began to hyperventilate.

kun half worried half in shock looks at areum, signalling renjun and haechan to take her away. “bring her away from here.”

renjun and haechan grabbing areum restraining her back from the scene however magically, areum became quite strong and resistant. as if she was fighting for her life against her two friends.

kun looking back at the soldier. “did he pass a message..?”

the male looks up with a nod. “jaemin is next, he will take over our base and make it his own. he wants to take over korea’s biggest mafia group.”

“which is us.” a voice darkly exclaims with a tall boy lingering behind, terrified by what he has just witnessed and heard.

kun and yangyang turning their heads to see jaemin with a brunette taller boy. “jaemin. we have terrible news—”

jaemin looks down clenching his fists. “i heard already. things only get worse and worse for us.” his teeth grit as he spoke, jisung looking down saddened by the news.

the only person he really trusted areum with has died, he could careless if he was a mafia. he was a good person and he could tell with the way areum trusted jeno. jisung murmuring, “jeno hyung…”

the soldiers all face jaemin with a March forward, hand over to their heart as their mouths move in unison. “we are under your command, na jaemin. the new leader automatically aquatinted.”

these words jaemin never wished to hear, the responsibility he hates to bear, the power he never longed for but somehow ended up getting. he wants to cuss jeno for dying, for leaving him and areum, for disappearing so easily. he joined nayoung, something he promised to never do.

this shock slowly sinks in, becoming more and more reality to everyone. but to areum, it was a nightmare she couldn’t wake up.

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MASTERLINK FOR HIS KARMA.

@onyourhyuck please refer from copyrighting and plagiarising my work.

🥲 sooo this chapter was a rollercoaster.

#nct fanfiction #nct smut #nct x reader #his karma #jeno smut #nct series

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NCT Dream Reaction: Dating Jaehyun’s younger sister

Mark:

ok this is probably his worst nightmare

like 7 billion people on this planet

7 BILLION

and mark somehow managed to fall for his bandmates sister

he 10000% did the biggest face palm in history when he realised he had feelings for you

takes him about a year to feel even slightly relaxed in a room with both you and jaehyun in at the same time

he just feels like he broke the bro code

even though jaehyun has said to him multiple times it’s okay

he can’t relax around him for a while

eventually tho he gets over himself with a LOT of convincing from you and jae

and things become much less tense

and it probably ends up with a really nice dynamic

it’s essentially the Ross, Chandler and Monica dynamic from Friends

when mark hadn’t seen you in a while cause of work, jae would be the one to invite you over

jae would be the one to help convince management to let you visit them on tour

and he would often offer to go out on your dates so that people didn’t question it if you were spotted

he essentially does everything he can to help your relationship cause he loves the both of you

Renjun:

would really love it if you didn’t tell him

like ever

but unfortunately you have at some point

so you drag a whiny renjun to the 127 dorms to tell him

jaehyun probably only annoyed that it took you so long to tell him

he wants to know what’s going on in your life so that he can support you

however happy jae seems to be for the two you

renjun still thinks that jaehyun is orchestrating his death for the next four months

‘why do you think he wants you dead???’

‘because i’ve corrupted his baby sister!!!! everyone knows he’s protective of you!!!! why wouldn’t he want me dead???’

‘because he can see i’m happy???’

this is basically how your conversation goes everytime

until hyuck causally drops into convo that jae was talking to the guys about how much he loves that you’re dating renjun

and renjun feels like he just got a blessing from god

feels the need to see you immediately

‘HE DOESN’T HATE ME!!!’

‘thank god you realised! if only someone had been telling you that for the past few months!’

yeah he just shuts up you sarcasm with a massive kiss

not that you’re complaining

Jeno:

goes straight to doyoung for advice on how to tell jaehyun

doesn’t appreciate doyoung laughing at him because jaehyun’s going to kill him for dating his baby sister

when doyoung realises it isn’t a joke he probably freaks out

‘YOU’RE AN IDIOT OH YOU ARE SO DEAD!!! YOU’RE DATING JAEHYUN’S SISTER?’

‘huh?’ *jaehyun walking into doyoung’s room*

both jeno and doyoung just sit there staring at him

‘jeno, are you dating my baby sister?’

jaehyun’s eyes start narrowing as jeno’s are widening in fear

‘possibly’ *voice crack*

‘oh thank god it’s you, i thought it was doyoung for a second and i would have hated that!’

jaehyun’s laughing and ruffles jeno’s hair while jeno tries to catch his breath as his soul returns to his body

the boy’s just realised he’s not going to be murdered

‘you- you really don’t mind?’

‘no i always thought the two of you would end up together, i’m just glad you figured it out quickly’

after this jaehyun can’t help but see how much jeno’s smiles around you

and how you always seem to be in a good mood around him

and he decides that he doesn’t want see the either of you any other way

Donghyuck:

as teasing as donghyuck is

i think it would take him a while to become teasing about this with jaehyun

he just cares about you so much and doesn’t want to lose you

so he refuses to do anything that may give jaehyun a reason to take you away from him

literally goes to the length of acting as jaehyun’s personal slave for a week until jae feels too bad to let it continue

‘haechan, i’m not going to make her leave you. you don’t have to do this’

hyuck relaxes a bit after that

but i think he would be one to avoid talking about your relationship as much as possible

jaehyun probably has to find everything out from johnny

he probably pretends to switch rooms with johnny for a night just to mess with hyuck

after that it becomes a slight war

that poor you becomes stuck in the middle of

you act as a mediator for their arguments too

every so often hyuck forgets you’re jaehyun’s sister and makes a joke or something

‘sorry boys, gotta spend some time with the old ball and chain’ *wink*

‘WHAT?!?!’

‘no wait i was joking please don’t take her away from me i love her so much’ *on his knees*

jae would definitely abuse enjoy this new found power over hyuck

Jaemin:

im pretty sure jaehyun is jaemin’s favourite hyung

they have a v cute dynamic and have mentioned that they were close in trainee days

so i think jaemin would be absolutely terrified for jaehyun to find out

like properly terrified

like, when he does find out jaemin just accepts that the relationship is over, terrified

so you have to calm him down and talk to your brother and bf separately

jaemin would probably also do some nice things for jaehyun leading up to when you’re planning to tell him

such as buying him food and stuff

poor jaemin’s really bricking it

but after jaemin realises that jaehyun isn’t going to kill him and you aren’t going to leave him

he relaxes into the ultimate bf material that we all know he is

isn’t shy about showing his affection for you around jae

but always makes sure to keep it respectful

jaemin easily proves to jaehyun how much he loves you

and it takes jaehyun very little time to become so damn supportive of your relationship

it’s probably jaehyun who argues with management about letting the two of you go out in secret

so now you’ve got both your brother and boyfriend who are willing to do literally anything for you

Chenle:

jaehyun has said multiple times that chenle is his favourite younger brother

so i feel like out of all the dreamies jaehyun is probably most relaxed about chenle dating you

the one thing that does send jaehyun through the roof however

is that chenle doesn’t live in the dorms

he is at his own apartment

alone

with you

and little supervision

his older brother senses are tingling

expect phone calls from him so that he can check you two are being appropriate

and god forbid you miss a call from him

‘WHY DIDN’T YOU PICK UP???’

‘YOU HAD JUST HUNG UP FIVE MINUTES AGO!!! YOU DON’T CALL ME THIS MUCH WHEN YOU’RE IN A DIFFERENT CONTINENT ON TOUR!!!’

you end up shutting your phone off and telling him off when you get back

other than that it’s probably surprisingly chill

like even the others members are impressed with how little of a deal it is

chenle and jae don’t deliberately avoid or talk about it when they’re together, they just continue as normal

overall a nice, low pressure, casual environment

and you best believe jae is your number one shipper

Jisung:

is probably too nervous to tell jaehyun himself

makes you do it by yourself even though you wanted to tell him together

but sung hits you with the pout and big eyes while he begs you

and of course you caves because who wouldn’t

but the first time he saw jae after he found out about the two of you, jisung was contemplating moving countries

HE DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY

HE DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO

HE DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO ACT

he just panicked went the most formal he had ever been in his life

bowed so low so quickly he thinks he cracked his back

spoke with every formality in the book

jaehyun was watching him in so much confusion

‘sung, you know i’m okay with you dating my sister right?’

‘HUH????’

‘yeah didn’t she tell you? i’ve been rooting for you guys for like two years now’

sung looks to the side

just to see you watching him laughing to yourself

‘why would you do that to meeee?’

‘make me tell him by myself and i’m gonna get payback somehow’

huffs and pouts into the night so you make sure to give him extra lil kisses to make up for it

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