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sprinklesofktrash · 2 years

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Sneaky -n.jaemin

Pairing: Na Jaemin x fem reader

Warnings: smut! Semi-public sex, kissing, mentions of cum, dirty talks, choking, dom! jaemin, flirting, mentions of cock, mentions of clit.

Word Counts: 1.4k

Summary: When a steamy make out session becomes something more heated, what will happen? Especially when it takes place in a library.

“So when x approaches 0 what is f (x) equal 3?” Jaemin tried to tutor you. You try to read the graph but it was just so confusing.

You both were studying in a room in the library, you both would come here and study but it’s mainly you studying and would drag Jaemin along.

Jaemin noticed you weren’t trying. “Come on, I know you know this. The faster we finish with your homework, the faster you can teach me Chem!” Jaemin groaned, frustratingly.

You groan and rub your head, “I hate limits and continuity” you cross your arms. Jaemin sucks his teeth, “you beg me to teach you and now you wasting my time!” He raises his voice.

“Because you’re not teaching me well! You repeating the question and not explaining it!” You talk back, getting up at his face.

You don’t like it when someone raises their voice at you so you like to raise your voice back at them.

Jaemin bit the bottom of his lip when he notices you raising your voice back. “Tell me how should I teach then?” He smirks, leaning closer.

“I’m a visual learner but you also have to be more informative when you explain things” you begin. Jaemin nodded as his eyes darted down at your neck.

“You have to give tips that you use to help you understand this topic,” you told him. You watch Jaemin’s head disappear in front of you as he leans in to kiss your neck. You rolled your eyes.

“Jae-we’re not doing this again,” you told him as your eyes flutter shut. “You said we’re not doing this, I never agreed,” he said in between kisses.

Jaemin’s hands begin to rub your thighs. “Hmmm you know how much I like it when you wear these yoga pants” he whispered in your ear as he begin to nibble on your ear.

A moan escaped from your mouth which made you snap out of your thoughts and push him away. “We’re in the library” you whispered. Jaemin smirks but pulls your chair towards him.

“Let’s play a game, it’s called the quiet game. Well, the rule is clear, whoever made the loudest sound first loses” Jaemin cocked his eyebrows.

You bit your lip, “come on baby, I know you haven’t stopped thinking about me” he whispered as he lean into your neck.

After all, whatever you have with Jaemin starts with a game. The lying game, the flirting game, the kissing game, and things went racier after that. Here you both are neither in a relationship nor a thing.

You felt Jaemin’s lips kiss your jawline and soon he place his lips on yours. His lips are something you can’t resist. You loved the way his lips just melts on yours.

Your hands stroke his thighs and made their way towards his hard cock. Jaemin stops kissing you and gasped, “fuck” he moaned.

“If all I had was to touch you and make you moan, I can win” you smile as his hand wrap gently around your neck. Jaemin chuckles, “the last time I fuck you, you made all the noises, almost waking up your roommate” he kisses your cheek.

You unzip his jeans and pull his cock out. Jaemin gasped as soon as he felt your warm hand gently wrap around his girth. “Did you miss me yet?” He whispered as she rest his forehead on yours. You lick your lips, “hell yes I did” you whispered.

“If you take some time for me, we would have more fun” his hand snake into your pants. You gasp when you felt his finger rub against your throbbing clit. “I always do have fun with you” you breathe heavily as you begin to stroke his cock. “Fuck get on top of me” Jaemin groaned. He didn’t have to tell you twice, you straddle on his crotch.

“You think we can do this without making any sounds?” You whispered in his ear as you touch the tip of his cock. Jaemin shudders as his hands roam down and squeeze your ass.

“I do like a challenge” he smirks, looking down at your lips. Jaemin tugs the hem of your pants, wanting you to take it off. You slide it down in an instant as he pulls down his pants.

Jaemin spits on his hand and rubs it on your throbbing area, earning a gentle moan from you. You rest your arms on his shoulder and gently take his cock while inside of you.

You bit the bottom of your lip to hide the moan. Jaemin hiss at how tight your cunt was. “Did you miss my tight little pussy baby?” You tease him as you begin to grind on him.

“Hell yes baby” Jaemin grips his hands into your waist. You groan at how much your body knows his cock. You tighten your walls earning a moan from Jaemin.

“Don’t tell me you came already?” he tease. You chuckle. “Don’t tell me you don’t like it when I do that” you fire back. Jaemin smirks as he smashes his lips onto yours.

You both kiss passionately as you pick up your pace and ride him. The room slowly filled with heavy breathing and wet sounds but at this point, it don’t matter.

Jaemin pulls your shirt up and takes your breasts out of the cups of the bra. He cups his hands around your breasts as he leans in to give them a gentle suck. You groan as your head leans backward, liking how it felt. “Don’t stop baby” Jaemin whispered, you didn’t realize you stop. You continue to ride him, trying to keep the sound at a minimum.

Jaemin’s eyes flutter open as his eyes linger on your body, you could see the hunger forming in his eyes. “Fuck, you’re so perfect” he hisses as his thumb finds your clit and begins to rub it gently.

Your body jerked at the feeling, Jaemin knew it was a sensitive spot for you. You whimper, “come on baby, moan for me” he kisses your neck.

“And let you win? Never” you begin to rock your hips faster. Jaemin moaned, “f-fuck” you took him by surprise.

Jaemin hiss as his hand wrap around your neck. He grabs your waist and pushes you off him. He slams you against the table and set your leg on the table.

“Fuck, you’re always in control” he hisses as he spits on his hand and wipes it on your throbbing pussy. You smirk at his remark.

Jaemin slams his hips into yours as he aggressively pounces inside of you. Your hands sprawl out on the study table as his hands grip your waist.

“Fuck me just like that baby” you groan quietly. Jaemin breathing gets heavier. He begins playing with your clit, overwhelming you with sensations.

“I know you want to moan now” you can tell he was smirking. You shake your head no even though you can feel your climax coming.

Jaemin grew frustrated, he remove his hand and wrap it around your neck. He made you turn to look at him. “I want to see that pretty face when I fuck you good,” he said. You hold onto his wrist as he fuck so deep inside of you.

You notice Jaemin was slowing down as he begin to lose his pace. You help him out by shaking your ass. Jaemin hiss as his eyes rolls back to the back of his head.

“Fuck yes” he groans. He grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes it. “At this point, you’re going to make me cum” he breathes in. You smirk as you squeeze your walls.

Jaemin pounced on you harder, knowing he was about to cum. You play with your clit to help yourself cum too. You moan a little too loud, and Jaemin covers your mouth with his hand.

The two of you came as he slow down to a stop. The room filled with deep breathing as he give you one hard thrust, “keep my cum in there” he smirk. You chuckle.

The two of you put your pants back on, as you lean down to get your bag Jaemin slips his arms around your waist.

“Round two?” He asks as he kisses your neck. You bit your lip, “you think I didn’t expect a round two?” You raise your eyebrows, turning around.

Jaemin eyes landed on your lips and then back at your eyes. “My place?” He suggest you nodded. Jaemin places a gentle kiss on your lips before the two of you gather your materials.

As the two of you head out, luckily no one suspected anything. “Wait, why your place?” You ask as he holds your hand.

“Because your roommate is always there and she heard enough of us” he chuckles. You narrow your eyebrows, “touché” Jaemin smiles as he kisses your hand. The two of you walk to his dorm for around two.

#jaemin nct #na jaemin smut #na jaemin x reader #na Jaemin #nct jaemin #sm nct #nct smut #nct dream imagines #nct dream smut #jaemin au #jaemin oneshot #jaemin smut

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hyuckieducky · 2 years

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can someone pls tell me how you make a social media au like what are all the apps you use please please tell me like i have an idea in mind but I FR NEED TO EXECUTE IT somebody pls

#renjun #jeno #haechan #donghyuck #jaemin #mark lee #park jisung #chenle #huang renjun #nct scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct dream #social media au #nct dream sms au #nct dream social media au

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fae-renjun · 2 years

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gold rush ! hrj: 03

03: took a chance

masterlist | prev | next

send an ask to be added to the taglist!!

taglist: @vedikanavani @qintennie @juune04 @cclaik444

a/n: yes i know very very overdue but i am back from the dead :)) hope you guys enjoy this chapter !! i finally introduced renjun & jiyoung's privs !

#nct dream #nct #huang renjun #renjun fluff #huang renjun x reader #huang renjun x you #renjun #nct sm au #nct dream sm au #nct social media au #renjun social media au #mark lee #lee jeno #lee donghyuck #haechan #na jaemin #zhong chenle #park jisung #nct smau

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lowkeychenle · 3 months

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Follow Me Not [ZCL] Masterlist

Description: After Chenle "accidentally" hits the follow button on Twitter, you try to get him to unfollow you by any means necessary, even if he's keen on staying right where he's at.

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader (featuring NCT Mark, NCT Jaemin, aespa Ningning, & aespa Karina)

Genre: SOCIAL MEDIA AU! :D suggestive, crack, funny haha stuff idk

This series includes explicit & suggestive content & is not suitable for audiences under 18. If you are a minor, please do not interact.

Content Warnings: suggestive content, man-hating jokes, kys jokes, etc etc will add more when I think of them

Notes: I hit 500 followers!! Thank you everyone <3 this is a little experiment I've been wanting to try for a while, and what's better timing than this??? lol please ignore time stamps i'm too lazy to fix all of them

taglist: open! message me or comment to be added🥰

Contents

profiles: ✨sm’s dumb shits + chenle✨ profiles: the gorlz🤪🩷

chapter 1: plz think of the ratios 2024.1.29 chapter 2: y/n declares war 2024.1.31 chapter 3: russian roulette nct version ☹️ 2024.2.2 chapter 4: detective y/n on the case 🤓👆🏻 2024.2.4 chapter 5: he SNUCK???? 2024.2.5 chapter 6: all the way formal 😉 2024.2.6 chapter 7: i've been bamboozled😭😭😭 2024.2.7 chapter 8: 🥰🤭🥺🫠 always always always 2024.2.8 chapter 9: time lapse 2024.2.9 chapter 10: operation y/nle 2024.2.10 chapter 11: here's the deal 2024.2.11 chapter 12: come here and act normal 2024.2.12 chapter 13: ?????? REPENT SINNER 2024.2.13 bonus: chapter 13.5: maroon (m) 2024.2.13 chapter 14: like the old days🤪🤩 2024.2.14 chapter 15: tired of you two 🙄 2024.2.15 chapter 16: sleepovers every night 🥳🥳 2024.2.16 chapter 17: #ynleisback ❤️ 2024.2.17 chapter 18: 😍that mess is all mine😍 2024.2.18 chapter 19: 🤠 -> 🧢 2024.2.19 epilogue: 结尾 ❤️ (the end❤️) 2024.2.20

+ sneak peek at the timeline...

#nct dream #chenle #nct dream smau #chenle smau #chenle x reader #chenle angst #chenle fluff #chenle smut #nct angst #nct fluff #nct smut #nct dream smut #nct dream angst #nct dream fluff #social media au

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najaemism · 3 months

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peach eyes.

PAIRING. winter x fem!oc

CATEGORY. one shot social media au, fluff, crack/humor, established relationship, celebrity!au, guitarist!winter, actress!oc

WARNINGS. unserious as hell im sawry ???, fake subs for the video!

SYNOPSIS. what it’s like being the girlfriend of lead guitarist, winter kim.

BEFORE YOU READ. so… i’ve decided to write for aespa now 😀 initially intended for this to be x reader but it was hard kinda since i started using kyj as the face claim so i made it x oc 🥹 anw little bg info before u read: winter is in a band called “entropy” and her bandmates are hyuck, jeno, and yunjin! oc is an actress & jaemin is her co-star :D enjoy reading 🫶🏼

NOTES. i love celeb!aus so much u guys i wanna make more... might make this a mini universe with other one shot sm!aus with the members anw i hope u guys enjoyed this and lmk if any of u want to be added in the taglist for future aespa smaus!

#bluesia #hiraya-m #winter x reader #winter x oc #winter social media au #winter smau #winter imagines #winter scenarios #winter fluff #winter crack #kim minjeong #minjeong x reader #aespa #aespa x reader #aespa smau #socia media au #smau #Spotify

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midmourn · 3 months

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in every universe

♡ nct dream ﹒ gender neutral!reader genre fluff, angst, slice of life, suggestive cw suggestive words, brief mention of skz seungmin note soulmate au with dream 😈 mark: name on wrist renjun: anything on your sm’s skin shows up on yours jeno: first words on wrist haechan: red string of fate jaemin: share dreams chenle: timer on wrist jisung: color blind until you meet your sm. ( library )

mark is such a generic, common name that when you first realized it, you thought you’d never find the right mark. so when mark first introduces himself to you, you hesitate, wondering if he’s the one— but no, it can’t be. mark is too handsome, too sweet, too funny to be fated with you. it doesn’t matter that you feel all warm and fuzzy when he smiles at you. you can still have crushes, you just shouldn’t act on them. this is probably the only time you’ll see mark, anyway. it’s only when you tell him your name, his eyes widen in disbelief and he repeats your name in a breathy tone, “i … that’s crazy, that’s the name on my wrist.” when you don’t say anything, staring at him with wide eyes, he stares back and blinks. “oh. holy shit—”

renjun is embarrassingly desperate to show your admirers that you’re his soulmate. so desperate that he writes RENJUN on his forehead. and when he gets a call from you only a few minutes later, he smiles to himself, looking up at his reflection in the mirror and answering the call. you don’t even let him speak, “oh you’re so lucky i didn’t leave the house without looking at myself in the mirror! wash it off, now.” renjun laughs, leaning back in his desk chair, “do you think those guys will back off now?” there’s a silence on the other line before you speak, the eye roll so evident in your tone, “you really wrote your name on me so they’d stop flirting with me?” he hears shuffling on your end before your voice is clear again, smugly telling him, “go look in the mirror.” his cheeks flush when he sees all of the hearts with your name in them. he knows you think this is a way of getting back to him, but he likes the idea of other people just being able to tell he’s yours and you’re his.

“you could crack an egg on your abs” were singlehandedly the most flattering yet embarrassing words to have on jeno’s wrist. so just imagine having it come out of your mouth and only realizing it a split second later, clamping your hand over your mouth. did you really just say that? your disbelief grows when jeno then says all too casually, “think you could get off on them, too?” your mouth drops open in shock, cheeks flushing red as he stares back at you, equally surprised at the words coming from his mouth. “i—” he goes to apologize when your shoulders start to shake from laughter, putting your hand over your mouth. “oh, you’re never going to live this down.” jeno slowly joins in with your laughter, eyes scrunching as he stares at you. yeah, he thinks he could live with that.

as haechan pulls the red string down lightly, it bounces back up, making him jump in shock. it’s tied to his pinky, and he follows it, dodging students as he tries to find where it leads to. or rather, who. he’s only ever heard of stories of soulmate marks being the red string of fate. as the string gets shorter, he hears familiar laughter and he smiles involuntarily, hope rising in him. if he could hear you, that meant you’d be close by … maybe it was you? he quickens his pace and his eyes raise when he gets towards the end of the string, following up the hand it belongs to. to his delight and also utter disappointment, the string was also tied to your pinky. the same pinky that was interlocked with kim seungmin’s. as you look up to make eye contact with him, your brows furrow at the look of complete heartbreak on his face. “haechan? what’s wrong?” your hand falls from seungmin’s as you stand up, but haechan takes a step back. your face falls. haechan winces at the look, mustering up the courage to force a smile and say, “nothing. i just remembered there’s a math test tomorrow.”

jaemin’s always eager to fall asleep, and there’s no question why on when everyone else realizes what his soulmate mark is. for as long as he could remember, you were always the center of his dreams. he didn’t know your name, or where you lived, but he knew everything else about you. but he wanted more— to be able to hold you in real life, show you off. but every time he tried telling you something about his personal life, he was rudely interrupted by waking up. “baby,” his hand stops right before he can caress your hair and you swallow roughly, eyes blinking rapidly as you look up. you’re surrounded by your childhood home, but he doesn’t know that. “i know we’ll meet one day, why would fate give us to each other but never have us be with one another?” you don’t tell him that you’re uncertain of that. it’s been years, and you have yet to come across each other in person. you have to try again, “… look, my name is—” you start to say the first syllable of your name, but then you blink and you’re awake, staring up at the ceiling of your bedroom. you promptly turn around and scream in your pillow. why does the universe hate you?

two minutes. this was the worst two minutes of your life. you had been waiting since you were eighteen for this moment, and time couldn’t get any slower. you wonder how you’ll meet your soulmate? maybe a cute meet like bumping into one another? he’ll think you’re cute and come up to you? as you’re aimlessly wandering the crowded mall, you fail to watch where you’re going and bump into another body. your heart stops, realizing as you look up, and there in front of you, holding your arm so you don’t stumble back into someone else, is your soulmate. you hear the beep of the timer, meaning it’s at zero. you blink, “um. hi.” he stifles a chuckle, “hey, i’m chenle.” his friend, beside him, looks between the two of you before at something in the distance, “huh, isn’t this awkward? you were going to talk to that one girl by the panda express—” your soulmate quickly elbows his friend in the ribs sharply, still smiling at you and saying through gritted teeth, “shut up.” he then says to you and your amused raised eyebrows, “you were being blocked by other people, i didn’t get to see you until now.” you tilt your head, heading around him, knowing he’d follow, “uh-huh, right.” “no, seriously! i—”

all you saw was in black and white. from your birth til the moment you met your soulmate, you couldn’t see colors. maybe you got lucky and met them young, or maybe you weren’t and didn’t meet them until your 40s. it also meant that your technical only worth was to be with your soulmate. you only existed because of your soulmate, and vice versa. it left you bitter once you thought into it, which was often due to your parents, supposed soulmates, divorced when you were thirteen. soulmates were so dumb. you had more worth than that. ultimately, you had long lost the enthusiasm and excitement for meeting your soulmate. as your hand went to pick up your coffee sitting on the counter, another hand tried to at the same time. you looked up, making eye contact with a boy with brown eyes and blonde hair— and, what? blonde … you blink, colors expanding right before your eyes. so many new colors were right in front of you, you looked down— you were wearing light color jeans with a red shirt and white shoes, just like the tags said you were. you look back up at the boy who is still staring at you, but you chalk it up to him seeing the same thing you are. “you’ve gotta be kidding me,” is the first thing that comes out of your mouth, not even meaning to. the boy’s brows furrow, “what?” you shake your head, looking down at the coffee in his hands, the name written on it saying jisung, “nice blonde hair.” one of his hands fly up to his hair, smiling slightly, “oh, you can see colors? that’s so cool! i haven’t met my soulmate yet—” what? your stomach drops heavily, a terrible, heavy feeling of dread creeping in, “but i’m excited to finally see colors … i bet they’re amazing.” your mouth is dry, eyes a bit teary and confused. why are you being emotional? you don’t even care, right? you clear your throat, “yeah, right.”

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taetr4ck · 5 months

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Helloo!!! Can i request a nct dream (idol!au) reaction to members seeing their s/o’s hot and sexy edits on insta/tiktok? You’re very good at writing these things though🥹 love you❤️❤️

NCT DREAM'S REACTION TO WATCHING YOUR EDITS !

nct dream [mark, renjun, jaemin, haechan] x idol! reader — no warnings. part 2 here

a/n: hiii of course !! and thank sm for the compliment !! 🫶🏻 i’m soooo sorry for taking these long to post 😞 i have these for a long time but i didn’t get the time to post it. i hope you enjoy! mwah 💘

requests are open 🤍

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lelengerine · 6 months

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hi omg I'm so glad you're back I love love ur works!!! I was wondering if u could do an arranged marriage au with jaemin for ur drabble event? I love ur blog sm!! 🥹🫶

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pairing | prince!jaemin x princess!reader

genre | royalty + arranged marriage au, reader thinks she’s hallucinating at one point, jaemin uses nickname (princess) on reader, lmk if i missed anything !!

wc | 0.9k

notes | ahh thank u for the kind words anonie <3 i added in the royalty au just to push the idea a little hehe hope u dont mind !! also i apologize for the drabble reqs being tended to so slowly,, i had an event over the weekend but i’ll be working on the rest of them now :D likes, rbs, and feedback on this is highly appreciated :]

this is part of my drabble req event here!

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the banquet hall filled with people waltzing about is also the place you stand in, the sight of the cheery crowd unable to lift your own mood.

a feast had been prepared in your name by your father, the king. letters filled with news he wished to share flew across the country, landing in the palms of esteemed guests who were carefully chosen to attend.

and though the event was meant for you, every minuscule detail was akin to a bleak forest in your eyes — a place filled with more unknowns than none.

the sharp clink of a glass garners your attention back to your father, a miraculous smile displayed on his lips, the happiest you’ve ever seen him be.

“at last, the time has come where the news i am to share may finally spread to every soul in the kingdom.” he begins proudly, gesturing you to come forward into the spotlight alongside him. “my lovely child is to be wed to the neighboring kingdom, and a new era of peace will be witnessed by all.”

a mix of gasps and cheers emerge from the crowd, yet their reactions were rather lackluster in comparison to your features frozen in place as if time had stopped, all except your lips that quiver at your father’s statement.

you turn away from the crowd, an empty laugh resounding out of your chest. “f-father? surely, this is all a jest?”

“peace will never be something to fool around with, dear. you, amongst all others, should know this by now.” your father speaks to you lowly, the look in his eyes relaying all that is needed to be said. “sacrifices are key to this nation. you are soon to be their queen, you understand where i’m coming from, yes?”

the sheer bewilderment in your mind leads you to nod your head almost instantaneously like an order had just been placed, yet your heart seems to sink further into a place out of your reach.

“who?” is all you weakly utter, defeated by the king’s resolve for a united peace between kingdoms.

“ah, i actually invited over the young man you are to wed. i supposed you ought to know who you’ll be spending a lifetime with, after all.” the words he tells you are all void of empathy, and you’re not sure if that breaks the little spirit left in you.

his gaze then lands on a servant who seems to already know what to do just from a simple motion. you stand in silence beside your father, waiting for the feeling of dread to pass you by, but it never does, and you're greeted by a voice instead.

a new figure stands before you, hair neatly styled with gel, yet the sleekness of his current appearance doesn’t hide the youthful gleam in his eyes. in fact, that very characteristic strikes you familiar, but you can’t pinpoint when you’ve seen it before.

“greetings, princess. my name is na jaemin.” he bows politely, and the name brings back memories in waves that flood your mind.

the na jaemin? the jaemin that picked flowers with you in the royal garden when you used to sneak out of tutoring sessions? the jaemin who offered you baked tarts when he so happened to find you sobbing in the corner of your room? the na jaemin who spoke to you with the gentlest of smiles?

“it seems you haven’t forgotten me yet, i hope?” he chuckles, and you’re not sure how to respond just yet.

all this time you believed he was one of the royal gardeners who eventually quit because you stopped seeing him around, yet here he was as the prince of another kingdom?

this can’t be right, he couldn’t be the one standing in front of you this very instance. you couldn’t even formulate the questions that float in your mind, struggling to catch each word and piece them together.

instead you take a step back, pausing momentarily before rushing towards the nearest exit, cursing the heavens for making you wear dainty heels that do absolutely nothing but hinder your movement. the peaceful gardens around you replace the overbearing grandeur of the banquet hall, creating a sense of eagerness in you that doesn’t let it take long for you to stagger in step, spraining your ankle in the process.

sure, there was a slight wince in each step now, but at least you were out of the grand hall that appeared more overwhelming to you than not. you manage to find a stone bench nearby, taking a seat to check on your injury.

“i thought i’d find you here.” the same person you’ve tried running away from manages to catch up with you — albeit it wasn’t too difficult in the first place — with a solemn expression on his face. “let me take a look.”

you’re apprehensive to take up his offer, but he kneels down before you could even agree on it to assess the damage inflicted upon your ankle. “it doesn’t look too bad. you’ll be alright in no time, princess-”

“why are you helping me?” you cut him off, gazing further past the gardens, anywhere but at him, and he takes note of it.

“because you’re to be my wife.” jaemin’s response is expected, yet it leaves you with disappointment.

“the title is but meaningless anyways.” you murmur softly as the sight you’ve been scanning slowly makes its way to where he’s tending to your ankle. “it’s not like you love me.”

his ministrations come to a pause at your words, head peering up to meet your gaze with a smile that you've unknowingly been wanting to properly see again in so long. “but i did, and i still do.”

#lelengerine drabble event #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct angst #nct dream angst #jaemin #jaemin fluff #nct imagines #nct drabbles #nct dream imagines #nct dream drabbles

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yojeongin · 1 year

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DON’T BLAME THE LOVECATS — 36: ENTRE TUS PUPILAS

→neighbor!jaemin x neighbor f!reader

genre: social media au, neighbors au, fluff, angst, enemies to friends to lovers, humor

wc: 2.4k+

an: that’s a wrap guys, all that’s left is the epilogue

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Anxiousness and happiness was eating the both of you alive. Fighting amongst themselves to settle which feeling should take over your whole day.

Things were going alright for Jaemin. He had preparations to distract him like getting flowers from his client (who’s website he finally finished), picking up the food from both places his friends worked at, and debating on where he should hold this little picnic.

As in for you… you had tried watching a movie, cleaned the apartment, and even tried watching the Barca match but without their star players they lost. Again. It’s obvious not even football distracts you from what you could possibly talk to Jaemin about.

You were more nervous about how your relationship with him is so far. Things through messages were sweet and as if nothing happened but that’s only virtually, things are always different in person.

He could be a sweetheart begging you to meet with him but once you two are face to face, what guarantees you that he won’t unleash whatever wrath you think he holds? After all, you've refused to hear him out for weeks (rightfully so).

Nevertheless the only thing left in your mind to distract yourself was to take care of the cats. Yeah, maybe if you take them on a little walk while Jaemin is ready to get you, you’ll be fine. After all spending time with your babies always entertained you (no matter the unprovoked scratches and bites).

After putting on Minino’s harness, you make your way to the apartment next door. Knocking three times as tradition to the rhythm you and Mark had unconsciously assigned to each other through the years.

Being so, the mentioned opened the door with a smile, rubbing his eyes showing he had fallen back asleep after the little group chat discussion about you and his roommate. When he was to open his mouth, Dooie had bolted out the door, the action making Minino kick and scratch you harsh enough to let go of the hold you had on him.

In that instant you cursed yourself for not clipping on the leach to the harness before coming to them. This always happened and none of you ever learned.

“Good afternoon, huh?” Mark remarks, grabbing his keys knowing he had to go after them as well. “Seems so.” You groan with a shaky giggle, pulling him by the arm in order to hurry before they wreck havoc.

“We should buy toddler railings.” He mentions, yawning while struggling to go down the two flights of stairs, your pulling making it dangerous. “They can fit through the bars though.” Bringing him down from that train of thought, Mark frowns rushing behind you. Poor boy, you didn’t give him enough time to put on shoes.

Through the transit of your chase: Mark had multiple pebbles clinging to his feet, you ran out of breath a couple of times considering the cats would go up some building just to jump off when you reach them, and on occasions you both almost fell when leaning down to grab them. In those instances, they sped faster and kicked during the act. These cats really wanted to make you guys suffer just for the hell of it.

That is until they finally halted their spree and purring was all you two heard going up a hill. ’Sneaky little monsters.’ Mark thought to himself; the universe kept showing him cats were smart enough, their minds broader than his.

“Nana?” Your voice broke both of them out of their thoughts. While Mark sported a smile despite his panting, Jaemin wanted to rip his hair out seeing only the plates and cups were out, everything looked a dirty mess and he was disappointed.

He laughed nervously, looking between you and the cats that immediately snuggled in his lap. “Surprise…” The shaky words left his pretty lips showing his sparkling pearly whites.

“I wanted to make it a little special but I see the kitties have other plans.” Dooie sniffed his fingers, the obvious scent of food inside the basket more prominent than before. “Oh you’re so—“ The words wouldn’t leave your throat, an airy giggle left your lips instead.

Seeing him this close again was making your insides churn. You really did miss him and seeing how Minino wouldn’t stop rubbing against his sides made the feeling increase.

Your feelings took over your instincts, crouching down to the blanket he was sitting on top of and making your way to him to take into an embrace. The action alone took both of them by surprise. Mark looked at you two with wide eyes and a smile nodding to Jaemin who didn’t hesitate in wrapping his own arms around you, holding you tight in fear you’ll leave him again.

Mark took that as his cue to leave. He hoped to take the cats with him but the two made no effort to leave the claustrophobic space you two squished them between. Lifting his hand tiresomely, Mark turns back praying that this time his feet won’t suffer what they did earlier.

“I’m sorry.” Jaemin is the first to break the silence, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “For jumping into conclusions and preferring to part ways instead of talking it out.” He wanted nothing more than to kiss your cheek, leaving that sweet action as a form of a caress.

You were the one to separate, a look of confusion plastered on your face. Jaemin doesn’t hesitate in taking your hands into his, still not ready to not hold contact. Squeezing them, he nods to himself. “I overheard you and Mark talk about rejecting someone and I got scared…”

He turns behind him, his grip off you and once his hands find what he searched for, he turns back to you. “I’m also sorry for thinking submerging myself in my job would help but it ended up backfiring.” He laughs, handing you another bouquet of white flowers, this time a small note hidden between them.

A side smile is what you could give him, taking the crisp envelope between your fingers to read what he was trying to say.

‘You crossed my path and I found the paradise I want to stay in. It’s you, only you. The one who gives me the moon, the one to calm my insanity, forever it’s always you.’

Your smile grew reading over the note. They’re obviously song lyrics but it doesn’t matter, he knew what song to use regardless. “You’re a cheat.” A giggle makes its way to his ears, causing him to return it while squeezing your hands again.

“I wouldn’t reject you, Jaemin. You’re really dumb sometimes.” You scoot closer to him, freeing one of your hands to pet Dooie who now found purchase on your lap. “I can be, yeah. I didn’t want to face rejection, I don’t know how to handle it.”

He hesitates, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. “She was my client, those flowers were for you. She owns the flower shop I get them from. I really don’t want you to think I’d quickly find someone new. I make it so obvious that I only want you, y/n. Always have.”

His eyes softened, body unconsciously getting closer to yours making it more obvious how his eyes sparkled in adoration. “Not always. Pretty sure a few months ago you wanted me gone.” You laugh, rubbing your arm that despite it being spring, you felt cold.

He shakes his head instantly, taking off his own jacket to wrap around your shoulders. “Y/n, I’ve been madly in love with you for the past year. I only went along with your arguments because— well, it’s really cute how your face gets when you’re annoyed.”

His laughter earned him a slap on the shoulder, startling Minino who slept on his lap when he almost fell back. “I’m sorry, you’re really cute when angry.” Jaemin holds to the cat now, rubbing its head while the rumbling of his stomach soothes his lower body.

“Oh you dick! Do you know how many times I wished you got food poisoning because you pissed me off?!” You weren’t entirely angry, just a bit peeved. It did explain why he didn’t start arguments, if anything he only followed up yours with irking responses or questions.

“See! Like that!” He points at you, chuckling in the process of calming himself down. “Whatever…” You roll your eyes at him, sitting beside him now. “A year, though? Might explain why I dreamt of you often.” A cheeky smile appeared on your face causing a crimson blush to spread across his face.

“You’re lucky I like you too.” The chaste kiss he didn’t place on your cheek, you did on his, making that blush spread more. “Y/n…” He whines, hiding his face in his hands, leaving Minino to wake up from his nap again due to the missing warmth.

“I guess we have to work on our communication more.” You nod, petting Dooie who now decided to get off your lap, rubbing herself against your cat. “I got your favorite food from the cafe and the restaurant. Shotaro might have begged Winter to tell him.” Jaemin’s smile only made you feel more warmth within you. He even got his friends involved to help him please you.

“Oh and one last gift.” Behind the wicker picnic basket laid a wrapped box, the blue and silver colors shimmering with the sunlight. It wasn’t too heavy when he handed it to you but it sure caused some excitement.

With nimble fingers, you rip off the pieces of paper and soon enough the tape from the box. Jaemin seemed more excited than you, giggling to himself and to the cats every time you got closer to the prize.

When you finally ripped off the top box and noticed that similar combination of red and white, joy overtook you and you took him into another embrace. A quick one though, your mind was more focused on seeing a jersey that belonged to one of your favorite players.

“I was looking for one not so long ago, how did you know?!” You cheered beside him, pulling it up before you and admiring every detail. It was soft to the touch and smelled great from the softener he must’ve used when washing it after gaining possession.

Jaemin doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arm around you, pulling you closer to him once again. “I knew you liked this guy and I saw it on eBay. Almost ripped my hair out bidding with it against someone.”

He might’ve been ecstatic to know he won but once the gears in your brain turned and you connected the dots which made you realize he was the asshole you had been fighting against for hours, the smile dwindled and your body gained a mind of its own.

“You!” The change in tone made his smile fade, gaining some fear the second he saw you stand on your knees just to pounce on him. It was more of an excuse to be near him but your hands made sure to shake his shoulders causing him to lose his balance and ended up pulling you down with him.

With his hands on your waist and yours on his shoulder, you two stay still for a second. No words left his mouth or yours, the beating of your hearts felt through touches. His eyes kept flitting from yours to your lips, biting his inferior lip. You take notice of this and decide to tease him, squeezing his shoulders and lowering your upper body, making him grow more nervous.

“You want to kiss me so bad.” Your teasing voice makes the blush from earlier appear, Jaemin taking a tighter hold on your waist as the centimeter diminished. “Loser.” Your final words leave your lips, ones you connect with his in a sweet and tender kiss he’s been dreaming about for ages.

Your arms wrap around his neck now, bodies connected, and both of you in pure bliss that things finally led somewhere. It could’ve been left like that but the universe always has plans for you. The second you two got comfortable, the sprinklers went off. A loud laughter right after that made the two of you separate immediately startled by the water and embarrassment.

“Oh thank you, Johanna. Thank you for pushing us, Johanna.” The owner of the laugh spoke up, making her way down the hill after checking around the complex to see if anything needed fixing. She was just glad the right timing was on her side to experience the view before her.

Regardless some forced thank you’s left you two, rushing to get the basket, flowers, and everything else that had been taken out. By this point the cats had been long gone and now they were something else you had to search for.

“You’re the asshole I was fighting with all day for this jersey by the way.” What you had intended on letting him know before the kiss was finally spewed. Jaemin’s smile dropped, looking at you through squinted eyes and remembering all those curses he threw whenever you tried outbidding him.

“Oh you’re sick… Why the hell would you bid a hundred more!” He reproached, taking your wet hand in his. “Because I wanted it badly!” You tried defending yourself, he on the other hand grunted. “Do you think if I file a report they’ll give me the money back?” He jokes, smiling now that this other issue was settled. “You won fair and square, deal with it.” You tease, biting your lower lip while pulling him up towards the building you two shared.

“I planned to listen to the mixtape you made while eating but the sprinklers killed it. Wanna go on a date?” He smiles widely, finally leaving a quick peck on your cheek.

“How about we have it at my place during the match?” He nods, smiling widely at the images that have been created in his brain. “One last thing.”

You hum at his words, stopping in your tracks once you two reach the second flight of stairs. “Would you let me be your boyfriend?” Despite the kisses and words, he was still nervous.

With a wide and tender smile you nod, taking his face into your hands and giving him yet another kiss that he didn’t fail in returning. “Yeah, I’ll grant you that honor.” The both of you laugh in between kisses, holding each other despite the bother of items you both held onto.

After years of bickering and that slow progress into friends, Jaemin and your dreams became a reality. Just like the cats, you two could be happily together.

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ningningsdream · 11 months

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the villain in your story | epilogue

main masterlist | tviys masterlist

pairing: fem!oc x barista!jaemin, fembarista!reader x barista!jaemin

genre: fluff, angst, suggestive, barista!au, sns au

summary: girls' code prevents you from liking the guy your friend likes right?

a/n: !to clarify, this is happening a few months after the events of part fifty five!

i can't believe this is the end already. i can't thank all of you enough for all the likes, comments and asks this au had received 💛 i don't reply to all the comments bc i don't want to flood my own comment section but i really love to see everyone's reaction. i have other works in progress i can't wait to share and also another sns au coming (well i hope) soon.

the villain in your story official ending, hope to see you again soon!!

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studio-dreamie · 6 months

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chapter 1: fukumean!

masterlist // next

pairing: renjun x fem!reader

synopsis: the ultimate college friend group that does not escape the trials of suffering, love, drama, and weed. join y/n and her friends as they go through their third year of college together, they have no idea what’s going on or what they’re doing, but isn’t that the fun of it?

genre: social media au, college au, friends to lovers, fluff, angst, comedy, coming of age

note: eeyah

taglist: @she-is-dreaming

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sixzeroes · 1 year

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take my breath.

summary | lee donghyuck did not believe in ‘love at first sight.’ key word: did. he does now, but only because you happened to fall into his arms on the icy road in the narrow streets. you’re going to render him breathless from the countless times your smile takes his breath away.

characters | lee donghyuck x reader(f).

genres | fluff, romance, slice of life, strangers-to-lovers, meet-cute au, high school au, non-idol au.

warnings | profanity, me projecting my distaste for skinny jeans sorry hyuck ily, mentions of religion (hyuck is my fav church boy), he calls reader ‘princess’ :o like once tho lol, second-hand embarrassment,, mentions of jisung liking ive’s gaeul, not proofread so it’s probs all over the place sorry :P

word count | 5.5k.

37.5MHz | take my breath by nct dream ⋆ first love by sondia ⋆ lucky by exo.

it was time i had a more shy mc in my fics 💪💪 also this is me just projecting my dream meet-cute scenario that i always wish would happen during the damned winter lol!! ty all sm for waiting for this ep, i hope u enjoy ^^ ep.03 of my candy! miniseries, but it can be read on its own!

SATURDAYS ARE FOR THE BOYS, AND WHEN THE BOYS get together, Lee Donghyuck’s entire video game setup comes out.

Today is the second day of January, and in celebration of the New Year, Donghyuck has invited some of his closest friends over for an entire day of video games. Huang Renjun, Lee Jeno, Liu Yangyang, and Osaki Shotaro have their hands on a controller. Zhong Chenle is busy calling his girlfriend whereas Na Jaemin is immersed in a podcast about bunnies. To his left, Mark Lee is stressing over university course selections, and to his right, Park Jisung is scrolling through an unknown girl’s Instagram.

Donghyuck, being the Donghyuck he is, scooches over to Jisung with a mischievous smile.

“Who’s that?” he asks, startling the younger boy. “Your girlfriend?”

Jisung’s face turns red and Donghyuck wishes he had his phone right now to capture the scene. “N—No! She’s not my girlfriend—just a classmate, that’s all.”

That’s what Jisung says, but Donghyuck can tell that something is amiss. He nudges Jisung and wiggles his eyebrows. “Then is she a crush?”

Jisung resembles a beet.

“She is?” the older one coos, pinching the first year’s mochi-like cheek. “What do you like about”—he pauses to read the name—“Kim Gaeul?”

“I don’t know,” Jisung honestly responds, looking down at his unlocked phone. “She’s really pretty and good at dancing.”

“It was love at first sight,” Chenle budges in with a dreamy sigh. In his eyes, the joy of teasing sparkles. “He’s been stalking her Instagram ever since November.”

Donghyuck scrunches his nose at Chenle’s words. “Love at first sight? You’re kidding, right?”

Jisung shakes his head. “Why would I be kidding?”

Because ‘love at first sight’ is fake, Donghyuck wants to scoff, but he decides to keep that to himself. Jisung is obviously smitten with this girl, and as his older brother figure, the last thing Donghyuck wants to do is smash his innocent feelings. He instead opts to say, “You should at least follow her Instagram.” To that, Jisung vehemently shakes his head, and the topic is dropped at once.

Donghyuck doesn’t believe in love at first sight. To him, love is something that occurs over time, not seconds. How can someone claim they love another when all they know is what they look like and their name? There’s no depth to love at first sight, no authenticity. Perhaps he’s being antagonistic, or maybe he’s just realistic. Either way, there is no such thing as ‘love at first sight’ in Donghyuck’s dictionary, and it will be like that for the next one hundred years.

That was him yesterday, and whoever he was yesterday is not who he is today.

Lee Donghyuck thinks he’s fallen in love at first sight.

The road to the local CU is short but icy, an unfortunate outcome of the repeated snowfall throughout the past few weeks. The boys had slept over after last night’s truth or dare session seeped into the early hours of today. Even now, six of them are sprawled all across his living room while Renjun is tucked into Donghyuck’s sister’s bed. Mark walks beside him, the Canadian boy lounging in a sweater and a pair of basketball shorts despite the cold weather. Compared to him, Donghyuck is donning a thick winter jacket and a wool scarf for good measure.

“You look funny,” comments Mark, his hands finding solace in his sweater pockets.

Donghyuck shoots him a glare. “In Korea, someone like you is more likely to be stared at than me.”

The two make their way down the sidewalk to where CU is, finding themselves lost in a heated debate on whether Overwatch or League of Legends is a better game. (Donghyuck is a firm believer in Overwatch supremacy.) Mark exasperatedly shakes his head at Donghyuck’s stance, hands gesturing all over the place as he asserts why the younger one is completely and blatantly wrong. Donghyuck, in turn, groans in vexation, his chest muddled with frustration.

Donghyuck turns the corner. “Mark, you don’t underst—”

One moment, he’s breathing like a regular person. Half a second later, Donghyuck feels as if the air has been knocked out of his lungs. Oh great, he thinks as a body crashes into him and his arms instinctively wrap around them, what a wonderful way to start the day.

“Oh my God,” a small voice squeaks, clearly mortified at the predicament. His focus is hazy from the impact, blinking to clear his blurring gaze. “I am so, so sorry!”

Donghyuck glances at the figure in his arms and his eyes double in size. “Woah…” he mumbles, zoning out of his surroundings.

You pull away from his embrace, pink cheeks displaying your embarrassment. You profusely bow, avoiding eye contact with the boy. “I’m so sorry about this! Uh,” you crouch to pick up the bus card you’d dropped, “sorry! And thank you for catching me. Have a great day!”

One moment, you’re standing in front of Donghyuck and Mark. Half a second later, you’re turning the corner with great urgency.

Mark blinks. His lips are parted in confusion but no sound leaves his mouth. It takes him a minute to absorb the fast-paced situation. Finally, he says, “What the fuck was that?”

Donghyuck grazes a hand over his pounding heart, feeling the irregular beat through the several layers of thick winter clothes. Suddenly, he’s hotter than the sun despite the freezing weather. His ears are no longer tinted pink from the cold, but rather, a shade of crimson from the encounter. There’s an exhilarating feeling in his stomach, butterflies swarming his gut. He can vaguely hear Mark call his name in the background, the older guy tapping his shoulder.

Is this what Jisung felt like?

Did Donghyuck just fall in love at first sight?

“Melk,” he whispers—Mark makes a face at the nickname—one hand still over his heart, “I think I’m in love.”

Mark coughs. “I’m sorry, what?”

“So, let me get the facts straight,” says Renjun, hands folded as he digests the contents of Mark’s retelling. “You caught some girl from falling onto the ice by basically hugging her and now you’re in love with this girl who’s name you don’t even know?”

Donghyuck dreamily sighs. “Yeah.”

Jaemin flops onto the ground. “I think you’re insane.”

Donghyuck dreamily nods. “Yeah.”

The group of boys simultaneously shake their heads at Donghyuck’s lovestruck expression, (understandably) ridiculed at how smitten he is with a random girl he met on the streets. Donghyuck, on the other hand, can’t stop thinking about your flustered frame from earlier. He’s never before seen a girl as cute as you. If he was in a K-Drama, he’s certain CGI flowers would have decorated the screen.

“Did you get a good look at her face?” asks Shotaro, invested in Donghyuck’s love life.

The male lead smiles. “She’s so pretty.”

Yangyang whistles. “Recognise her from anywhere, maybe?”

Donghyuck’s smile falls. His head hangs low. “No. She doesn’t look like a student at our school—I would definitely remember her face if she was. She did seem to be around our age, though.”

“If she was in our area,” says Jeno, patting his friend’s gloomy back, “there’s a chance you’ll see her again. Could be from a different block of complexes.”

“Yeah,” Chenle chimes in, briefly looking up from his Nintendo Switch. “If she was running the opposite way, she might’ve been going to the bus stop.”

Donghyuck perks up at that thought. “Maybe,” he excitedly murmurs. The seed of hope has begun to grow in his heart. Jeno and Chenle are right; why else would you be in this neighbourhood if you didn’t live nearby? As his friends scoot back to their respective activities, Donghyuck bites his lower lip in anticipation.

Perhaps, he will run into you sooner than expected.

Fate must hold a special spot in her heart for Donghyuck.

Roughly thirty-three hours after his meet-cute with you, Donghyuck decides to go for an ice cream run with Yangyang at seven in the evening. (Renjun was going to join, but Donghyuck’s sister insisted on cuddling and being the sweet boyfriend but terrible best friend he is, Renjun happily agreed. Donghyuck is not on good terms with his younger sister anymore.)

Yangyang rummages through the ice cream bars, searching for his go-to Seolleim. Donghyuck grabs a Nugabar and a Screwbar—he contemplates on giving one to Renjun, but ultimately decides on eating both of them instead.

His money, Renjun’s loss.

“Hello,” Donghyuck absentmindedly greets the cashier, placing the ice cream bars on the counter for scanning. He fishes out his card to pay, sticking the slim plastic into the machine. When the payment is complete, Donghyuck grabs his snacks and glances up to say his thanks.

Your pretty yet exhausted smile greets him back.

“You—!” His words are caught in his throat, taken aback at the scene before him. He tilts his ball cap from obscuring the top of his view. “The girl from yesterday!”

Your eyebrows crinkle, adorning a puzzled expression. Then, after studying his face for a second, your eyes widen in remembrance. “Ah! The guy from yesterday!”

(Yangyang watches from the sidelines.)

The fatigue has now been replaced by sheer embarrassment and adrenaline from yesterday’s events, your ears burning red. “I’m so sorry about yesterday.” you apologise again, bowing for the nth time. “I hope you weren’t hurt anywhere!”

Donghyuck rapidly shakes his head, sticking his hands up in denial. “No! No, I wasn’t hurt. Were you?”

“Oh, no, I wasn’t, thanks to you.” you softly reply, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ears. “I’d like to make up for my clumsy mistake, if that’s alright. Please, take something from the store for free.”

(Yangyang snatches a bag of shrimp crackers.)

Donghyuck refuses. “No, it’s okay. It wasn’t that big of a deal anyway.”

(Yangyang slowly returns the bag of shrimp crackers.)

“Are you sure?” you ask, lips pouting.

Donghyuck finds you irresistibly cute. He can’t believe he’s never seen you around before, with your lovely lips and charming eyes. Hell, he’s never written poetry before, but with the way his mind won’t stop illustrating your beauty, he’s bound to replace history’s best poet with ease. Lee Donghyuck is attracted to you. He wants to see you again, and again, and again. The gears in his mind spin as a fantastic idea generates in his head.

“Maybe,” he slowly starts, scanning your face, “if you really want to make up for it, you can give me your name instead.”

(Yangyang suppresses a shriek.)

The red spreads from your ears and neck to your cheeks and Donghyuck thinks you’re a gift sent from God. His parents didn’t get him the PC set he’s been wanting for ages, so as retribution, the heavens sent you right into his arms. Literally.

You tug at your sweater, averting your gaze. “Y/N,” you speak timidly. “My name is Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” Donghyuck gently grins, his heart rate accelerating at the progress he’s made. “I’m Donghyuck.”

When you softly smile at him, Donghyuck believes he saved the world in his previous life.

“Maybe,” Yangyang mimics to the boys, “you can make up for it by giving me your name instead.”

The crowd hollers, hounding a proud Donghyuck with pats on his back and slaps to his shoulders.

It’s been four days since Donghyuck got your name, and he’s returned to the convenience store every evening in hopes of seeing you again. Unfortunately for him, your shifts did not align with his visits, and Donghyuck is starting to wonder if he hallucinated the entire encounter. (No, he couldn’t have; not when Yangyang continues to reenact the entire scene during their lunch breaks.) He steels himself with a slap to his left cheek. Today is Saturday, exactly one week since Donghyuck’s breath was taken away. Once again, he’s going to pop by CU around seven in the evening––this time, with Renjun, who he managed to convince as the younger Lee’s attending a student council dinner party. With Renjun shuffling behind, Donghyuck enters CU with high hopes.

The Y/N drought instantly vanishes when he sees your figure at the cashier. You’re scanning a basket of snacks for a group of kids, laughing at their animated antics. Donghyuck is very, very close to becoming addicted to your smile.

“Renjun,” he excitedly taps the older guy, “that’s her.” He points at your figure.

“Oh, I’ve seen her before,” says Renjun, glancing your way. “She seems to be a student at that prestigious all-girls school near ours.”

Ah, the joy Donghyuck drowns in whenever he learns more about you (in, you know, a non-stalkerish way). “Really? How’d you know?”

Renjun browses the instant ramyun packages. “Saw her a few weeks ago with a calculus textbook on the countertop. You know, the ones specifically made by that school?”

Donghyuck does not know because he never really cared about the prestigious all-girls high school before––which was extremely disrespectful on his part for disregarding such a wonderful school with such a beautiful student. He’s jealous of the girls that attend your school, and how they’re most likely graced with your presence every day. Donghyuck would kill to see you every single day.

His hands grab a package of Neoguri ramyun whereas Renjun picks out the classic Shin. The two of them head towards the now-empty cashier, the kids having filed out a few minutes prior.

“Oh, hello.” you grin. “Donghyuck, right?”

He passes you the package and beams. “Yeah! Nice to see you again, Y/N.”

(While Donghyuck is preoccupied with staring at your lovely face, Renjun slips his package onto the counter and you scan it as well. Donghyuck pays for both of the ramyun, but he’s too distracted to realise the extra dollar leaving his wallet.)

“Has it been busy at all?” asks Donghyuck, pulling his card out of the machine. He’s desperately searching for an excuse to linger just a little longer. Renjun finds a sudden interest for the alcoholic drinks located at the opposite side of the store.

You shake your head. “Just a few customers here and there. It’s cold outside, so I guess everyone is staying indoors.”

“Understandable,” the boy hums.

The convenience store falls silent, Renjun attempting to engross himself in the ingredients of soju, Donghyuck digging through his brain for another topic, you looking down at your phone for the time. It’s awkward––so awkward––that Donghyuck thinks you might never want to talk to him again. So, pulling on his big boy pants, he pops the big question. “Do you have a lover?”

Renjun chokes on his spit. Donghyuck bites down on his tongue. Your eyes widen at the unexpected inquiry. “Uh—no,” you sputter, cheeks red. “I don’t have a lover.”

“Then…” He licks his parted lips. “Can I ask you out on a date?”

The convenience store falls silent. Renjun contemplates grabbing his friend and making a run for it. Donghyuck prays to every single deity out there for a positive response. You digest his words, letting each and every syllable sink in.

You nibble on your lower lip. “But…you don’t even know me.”

Donghyuck’s heart falls (so does Renjun’s), but he gathers hope when he catches your curious gaze. “You’re right,” he confidently states, “so I want to get to know you. I’ll be honest with you, Y/N. I think you’re really cute. Like really, really cute. I kinda fell for you when you—you know—fell into my arms. Sorta like love at first sight?” He’s rambling at this point, unveiling how desperate he is to have one chance with you. Love sure does silly things. “I mean, no pressure, though.”

Pink paints your face. You’re about to answer when a voice squeaks from behind. “Dude, move.” Annoyed, Donghyuck turns around with a glare but falters at the sight of four middle school girls. Oh. Donghyuck once lived with a middle school girl, so he knows better than to test their patience. Like a child that’s been disciplined, he obeys, scooting over to let the girls purchase their snacks. A hand grasps his wrist, tugging him away from the counter and towards the exit.

“Hey! Renjun!” hisses Donghyuck, struggling to release himself. “What are you doing?”

Renjun steps into the cold atmosphere. “Saving you from further embarrassment. Seriously, Hyuck, what were you doing? Confessing your undying love for her on the third meeting? You don’t even know her full name!” The Chinese boy abruptly stops and Donghyuck stumbles to a halt. Renjun prods the younger’s chest. “Look, you’re being too rash. She’s clearly on the shy side, so approach her, don’t overwhelm her, okay? Don’t start panicking and blurt out random shit.”

Donghyuck purses his lips. He wants to refute but he can’t; Renjun is right. He hangs his head low, feeling a little (re: really) pathetic at how careless he had been. Impressions are important, and right now, he fears he’s left a terrible one on you.

Renjun, obviously noticing Donghyuck’s sulky mood, adds, “You’ve still got a chance, though! From what I’ve observed, she seems to be interested in you, just extremely timid. I think, if you head back in with your thoughts organised—”

“Donghyuck!”

It takes him a second to register your voice. Donghyuck spins around, shocked to see you jogging towards him, still clad in your CU uniform. And like déjá vu, you slip on the ice, falling into his warm embrace.

(Donghyuck could get used to this.)

“Y/N,” he breathes, getting a whiff of your sweet scent. “Are you okay?”

Like always, your ears are tinted red. “Uh—yes! Yes, thank you.” You balance yourself on the slippery surface. “I just wanted to give you something,” you quietly say, lifting a slip of paper. Your handwriting is scrawled on it, which Donghyuck finds effortlessly cute. “It’s my number. For, uh, you know, the date.” Your voice grows smaller at the last sentence, awkwardly avoiding his eyes.

If Donghyuck is a dynamite, you are his lighter.

“The—date?” he stammers, unable to believe his ears. “You’re—You—Yes to the date?”

You gently laugh. “Yes to the date.”

Donghyuck is on—no, above cloud nine. He plucks the piece of paper from your hands, grasping it as if it’d fly away. He cocks an eyebrow and tosses you a smirk. “I’ll text you later, princess.”

You avoid his eyes but a grin tugs at your lips. “I’ll be waiting.” With that, you give him a small wave and retreat back to the convenience store. Donghyuck watches you disappear, his heart rate breaking records.

Renjun has one hell of a story to tell the others the next time the boys get together.

Sunday morning, Donghyuck lays in bed as he stares at your contact in his phone. It’s been a little over twelve hours since you gave him your number, and because he’s a nervous wreck, he has yet to text you about the date.

He ponders what sort of date would be the best. A picnic date? No, it’s too cold. A museum date? No, Donghyuck isn’t really into museums. An arcade date? No, he isn’t willing to unleash his no-showering-only-gaming side to you (yet).

A movie date seems to be the most ideal first date, from both an objective and subjective perspective. He opens Naver, curious about the current selection of movies in theatres. Donghyuck scrolls through the list, spotting several movies he’s seen advertisements for. A particular one catches his eye—Candy, a romance-comedy movie featuring four high school boys and their entertaining love lives. He clicks on the description, intrigued by the premise. (Don’t let anyone know, but Donghyuck is a diehard romance fan.) A small smile settles on his lips.

Donghyuck, with a vague itinerary in mind, sends you a message.

donghyuck: hi y/n, it’s donghyuck :)

You respond almost immediately.

you: donghyuck!! hi ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

He might overdose on your cuteness.

donghyuck: so i was thinking of our date donghyuck: and i was wondering if ur up for a movie at the nearby lotte mall??

you: i’d love to watch a movie! which one ?

donghyuck: how does candy sound?

you: i’ve been wanting to watch that one for soo long!!

Donghyuck proudly grins.

donghyuck: i know it’s a little sudden, but is today at 3pm ok?? i’ll buy the tickets and everything, so just bring yourself

you: you don’t have to! i can buy the snacks

donghyuck: maybe you can pay next time ^^

Smooth, he thinks to himself.

you: if u say so haha you: i’ll see you at three!!

Oh, Donghyuck beams, roses blooming on his cheeks. I definitely saved the world in my previous life.

Today’s look consists of a striped crewneck tucked into wide-legged slacks and a pair of black Converses. Donghyuck’s hair is neatly combed, his bangs parted to reveal a portion of his forehead. The outfit is topped off with a puffer jacket and a spritz of his father’s Dior perfume. Normally, Donghyuck would just wear a leather jacket in an all-black fashion. But Renjun, ever the style guru, emphasised the importance of looking nice on the first date.

(Frankly, Renjun just wanted to play stylist so Donghyuck became his K-Pop idol to dress.)

Donghyuck received a fair amount of compliments at church earlier this morning, many of his peers applauding the new look. He clearly remembers how impressed Uchinaga Aeri was, nearly shedding a tear at his lack of skinny jeans.

(Sorry, Aeri, but Donghyuck still likes his skinny jeans and he won’t change his opinions for anyone. Not even you.)

(…Okay, maybe for you.)

(Can you tell he’s hopelessly in love?)

Despite the below zero weather, Donghyuck’s hands are sweaty and his nape is hot. It’s ten before three p.m., and he’s standing outside of the cinema, waiting for your familiar figure. With every minute that ticks by, his heartbeat jumps faster and faster. He recalls Renjun’s words. Approach her, don’t overwhelm her.

Donghyuck, to put it simply, is terrible with his crushes. He’s always had the tendency of getting ahead of himself, ultimately scaring away the girls he’d been interested in. He never means to overwhelm them, but when his own feelings are swallowing him whole, he can’t help but express his love through words and actions all at once. Donghyuck hopes you’re different; he hopes you won’t be chased away by the flood he may be.

Three on the dot, you’re walking towards him with a bashful smile.

“Hi, Y/N,” he gleams, absolutely elated. “You look really pretty today.”

Your smile may be shadowed by your timidity but it still outshines the sun. “Thank you, Donghyuck. You look good as well.”

He giggles. Donghyuck giggles. “Thanks, Y/N.” Then, “I’ve bought the tickets and everything, we just need to grab some snacks. What’s your favourite popcorn?”

“Mm,” you hum, scanning the options. “I’m fine with anything.”

Right. Donghyuck forgot about your introverted tendencies. You’re on the shy side like Renjun had said, so he’s got to be the assertive one without, well, overwhelming you. The boy clears his throat. “How about caramel?”

You nod. “Sounds great.”

Fifteen minutes later, Donghyuck and you are seated side-by-side in the theatre, positioned near the centre of the large room. To his left are couples. To his right are couples. Behind and front? Also couples. Donghyuck catches a pair sharing a kiss and awkwardly looks away.

He would like to kiss you right now.

Stupid Donghyuck. Baby steps, baby steps.

He would still like to kiss you right now.

Donghyuck lightly slaps his cheek. He’s here to woo you, not scare you away. His priority is to have you reciprocate his overflowing feelings with the same volume of love and then getting a kiss.

The lights dim as the opening advertisements come to an end. You excitedly whisper, “The movie’s starting!” Donghyuck glances over at you, his heart stopping at how breathtaking you are. Not even the theatre could overshadow your beauty.

The opening scene of Candy begins and he reluctantly averts his gaze back to the large screen. Your presence is difficult to ignore, but Donghyuck is not about to get caught staring like a creep. He chews on a handful of popcorn in an attempt to drown in the movie.

Two hours later, Donghyuck is waiting in front of the restrooms, holding your bag in his hands. If anyone were to come up to him and demand an explanation for the plot of Candy from start to finish, he would simply laugh and redirect them to Namuwiki. Donghyuck doesn’t remember a single thing about the rom-com—save for the character ‘Haechan’—because he’d been too busy sneaking glimpses of your side profile. He might as well live on a ventilator from how often he loses his breath around you.

You walk out with your hands damp, shaking them to rid the residual water. The two of you walk towards the exit and Donghyuck continues to hold your bag. He asks, “How was the movie?”

Your eyes glimmer. “It was amazing,” you sigh, dreamy. “I loved the different dynamics between the four couples and Haechan—he reminded me so much of you!” You glance at him and beam, “Haechan was…my favourite character throughout the entire film.”

Oh. Donghyuck gulps. He’ll need to rewatch the movie.

The time reads five twenty-two p.m., and Donghyuck’s stomach resonates with hunger. He purses his lips, browsing through his memories for a decent yet inexpensive restaurant nearby. You must’ve noticed his dilemma as you say, “Why don’t we grab ramyun at the convenience store?” You elaborate, “I forgot my calculus textbook there. Also, we’d get free food.”

Free food? No sane person would ever pass up the opportunity to eat free food.

And so, around six in the evening, Donghyuck is sitting at the local CU with a cup of Neoguri ramyun steaming in front of him. You’ve disappeared, presumably grabbing your calculus textbook and greeting the employee of the hour. His stomach continues to perform all sorts of acrobatics, his nerves gnawing at his heart. Donghyuck has never experienced so many different emotions all at once; it’s like a tsunami has erupted within him.

“Sorry for taking so long.” You appear with a thick textbook in your arms. With a flustered tone, you say, “My manager—she wouldn’t stop asking about you.”

Donghyuck doesn’t hide his cheeky smile. “Really? What did she ask?”

Your eyelashes flutter. “If—you know—if you’re my boyfriend.” You whisper the last part, barely audible enough for Donghyuck to catch. Somehow, the corners of his lips lift even more, a pair of rose-tinted glasses perched on his nose. The way you’re shyly moving about, stirring your cup ramyun, cheeks hot with rouge. Donghyuck thinks that, if a meteor were to hit the earth at this moment, he would be content living the last seconds of his life with you by his side. (Sorry to Lee Donghyuck’s family and friends, but he’s got priorities!) He’s so, so infatuated, so head-over-heels in love with a girl he’s known for less than a month. There’s a plethora of things he doesn’t know about you, but he’s willing to learn every little detail of your life. Donghyuck wants to stay in your world for as long as time permits.

You tap his shoulder. “Donghyuck? Are you okay?” Your cup ramyun is now empty of noodles, only a small amount of soup left. “You spaced out.”

The boy blinks. “Did I?” He ruffles his bangs, accidentally ruining his neatly-combed hair. “Sorry, Y/N. I was thinking about how I’d be happy even if the world ended right now because I’m with you.” He blinks again. He abruptly stands up, neck flushed red as he grabs the garbage strewn before him. “Sorry! Ignore what I just said.” Donghyuck nervously avoids your gaze, scurrying over to the ramyun disposal to throw out the soup and recycle the cups. When he returns to where you’re seated, he fidgets with his fingers, unable to look you straight in the eyes. “It’s, uh, getting late now. I’ll walk you home, if that’s okay?”

Donghyuck misses the way you softly grin. “Sure. Thank you.”

The sun has already set, a dark navy coating the night sky. Several stars pierce through the atmosphere and Donghyuck can vaguely make out the Big Dipper. His gaze naturally shifts to you who’s brighter than the stars. Even under the faded moonlight, he can clearly see the outline of your pretty features.

Donghyuck has no clue where he’s going. He’s blindly following you, walking this cold path with you until your apartment comes into view. You haven’t said anything, which he finds a little nerve-wracking. Donghyuck, being the Donghyuck he is, decides to blurt out, “I’m sorry.”

You continue to walk but confusion taints your face. You tilt your head, lower lip jutted out. “For what? I really enjoyed today, even if it was impromptu.”

He shakes his head. “Not because of the sudden date. Well, I mean, I guess a little, but not really. I’m just…” he inhales sharply, “really sorry about before. How I approached you and overwhelmed you every single time. I didn’t mean to—you know—impose myself on you—”

“You didn’t!” you exclaim, breaking his ramble. In a dulcet tone, you continue, “You never overwhelmed me. I was just surprised to know that a guy was genuinely interested in me, so I wasn’t really sure how to react.” You cross a parking lot. Donghyuck follows. “I’m also terrible with human interactions but you…with you, I feel so comfortable. Don’t ask me why. I have no scientific evidence for that. But just…” You glance at him and he’s unable to tear his eyes away from your face. “I want to get to know you better.”

Donghyuck is glad you’re on the same page. “Me too,” he whispers, elated. “Every time I’m with you, I feel like my heart’s going to explode. In a good way, of course. I really, really like being around you.” I fell in love at first sight.

You stop in front of Building 301 and turn to face him. “Thank you for today, Donghyuck.” you say, voice tender. “I truly enjoyed it.”

His breath catches in his throat. “Me too.”

Something in you must’ve snapped as you bravely lean forwards to press a sweet kiss on his cheek. As you retreat to your spot a few inches away from him, Donghyuck’s jaw slacks in shock. You giggle at his lovestruck expression.

“Good night, Donghyuck.”

It takes everything within him to not squeal.

“Good night, Y/N.”

He watches your figure slip into the apartment building, giving a small wave before disappearing behind the elevator doors. Donghyuck stands rooted to his spot, hand cupping his kissed cheek while his heart runs wild.

You kissed his cheek.

Donghyuck didn’t believe in love at first sight. It was a stupid conception, because how was someone supposed to develop feelings for a person they had no knowledge about? Donghyuck didn’t understand, and frankly, he still doesn’t. He’s not sure as to why he fell in love with you at a single glance during a chance encounter. But one thing he is sure about?

Lee Donghyuck is confident that you’ll take his breath away every single time until he’s left unable to breathe without your presence.

you: donghyuck!!

Donghyuck pulls out his phone at the notification, a smile immediately spreading at the sender’s name.

you: go home alr! it’s cold outside, i don’t want you to freeze :(

donghyuck: how did you know i’m still out here?

you: i can see you from the sixteenth floor

Donghyuck looks up. The sixteenth floor is far up, but when he squints, he can see your hand shooing him away.

donghyuck: that’s not nice, telling your date to go away

you: if u get sick rn, you can’t be my date anymore so go home and take a long hot shower!!

Donghyuck chuckles.

donghyuck: so, more dates?

You leave him on read for one minute.

you: only if you go home rn and warm up

Donghyuck has never looked forward to living as much as now.

donghyuck: noted. good night, y/n :))

you: good night, donghyuck <3

Donghyuck believes in love at first sight and you are his proof.

bonus: the aftermath.

Approximately one hundred days have passed since you and Donghyuck decided to start dating, and instead of spending the special day outside, you’re snuggled up against your boyfriend at his place, watching Hunter × Hunter on TV. Neither of his parents are home and his younger sister kindly offered to hangout with their neighbour next door. It’s quiet, save for the anime and Donghyuck’s rhythmic breathing.

You lay your head flat against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Donghyuck strokes your head but his eyes don’t stray from the screen.

Frankly, you’re a little jealous.

“Hyuck,” you whine, poking his nose. He looks down at you with a puzzled face. “Give me a kiss.”

Your boyfriend laughs. “Needy, huh?”

You huff. “I want attention, so give me a kiss.”

Donghyuck chuckles, but he complies nonetheless, adjusting his position so his lips can graze yours. You hum into the kiss, your thumb drawing circles on his cheek.

It’s amazing how easily he takes your breath away.

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