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gyeomsweetgyeom · 6 months
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[10:13 pm]
(POOKIE PROPAGANDA!!! Anyway,, cw: this is mostly humor, with a weird smidge of angst)
Situationship!Jaehyun wishes he could focus on the show playing on his laptop. He was in the perfect position to lay back and relax after a long week. He was under his warmest blanket, laying in bed, and had you laying right beside him. He was big spoon as was his usual position when it came to cuddling. However, he wishes he could just put a stop to the constant repetition of the same song playing over and over again kissin’ I hope they caught us, kissin’ I hope they caught us. It was getting on his last nerve. That song paired with your excited giggles were driving him crazy knowing that it was some type of edit. You shouldn’t be looking at anyone else while cuddling with him!
He tried to peek over your shoulder, his show no longer keeping his interest while his curiosity (jealousy) was gnawing at his brain, but you were so curled in on yourself and covered with blankets that he couldn’t see anything. “I’m noticing that the edits are changing,” he heard a man say before Agora Hills started up again. He could confidently say that about 20 minutes ago he had nothing against Doja Cat, but now he could say he hated her. He had nothing against her beside the fact that her song was driving him up the wall.
And really he should have been grateful, the song was better than hearing the guy talk for a whole minute flirting at the camera, ugh how cringe. “Pookie” this and “Pookie” that and “Pookie, Pookie, Pookeh!” Jaehyun had had enough. He wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you impossibly closer, “What are you watching baby?”
You hummed before giggling at the video playing on your phone, “my husband.”
Jaehyun froze, his blood ran cold, he tightened his hold, “Who?”
You turned to face Jaehyun slightly, revealing a guy sitting in his car talking to his phone like a total loser, “Big Pookie.”
“Why are you saying all these names like I’m supposed to know who it is?”
“You don’t know Girl Dinner? Pray Pray?” You asked, Jaehyun shook his head, “God, I forget your for you page is aggressively male. You don’t know Prayag?”
“Why would I know him?”
“Because he’s an icon. Here, you have to have seen this,” you reply before pulling up a video where “Big Pookie” waves his hands and shakes his shoulders.
Jaehyun scoffs with an eye roll, “I can do that,” before he sits up and starts doing the most horrendous shimmy and pointing you have ever seen. He smirks, clearly thinking he’s just done something to drive you wild with lust, “does that make you want on your real man now?”
Your mouth closes to a flat line, “You’re not my anything.”
Then you turn over to face away from him again. He quickly turns you around to face him before the man in his car can recapture your attention. “Why would you be laying in my bed if we weren’t anything?”
You shrug, avoiding his gaze with a sudden shyness, “You never liked it when I called you my boyfriend before. You just ask me to come over and do all these relationship things without the commitment and I go along because I like you. I don’t want to lose you so I just go along.”
Jaehyun can feel his heart drop to the pit of his stomach, “I’m sorry I ever made you feel like that. I should have made my feelings more clear. I was an ass when we first started seeing each other, but if I’m being honest I thought that we’d been official for at least 3 months.”
Your jaw drops yet again, “When did you act any differently?”
“I thought me cooking your favorite meal over a candlelit dinner when I gave you that necklace was the turning point,” Jaehyun replies, playing with the chain around your neck with a very poorly concealed smirk.
You bury your face in his chest and groan out of embarrassment, “I could have been calling you my boyfriend this whole time!”
“Glad we cleared that up, can we watch the show again?” Jaehyun asks, saving you from more embarrassment.
You quickly roll over, facing the screen and Jaehyun feels a sense of ease and calm. Finally, he can relax. Until a few mainutes later when he hears your gasp and “Pookie, I don’t know whose hair this is.”
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peachjaem00 · 2 months
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au: Happy birthday to my man, the love of my life Jae! And happy Valentine´s day lovelies <3
warnings: mentions of weed, to smoke a blunt with jae UGHHH my literal dream!
[11:50 pm] Jaehyun knew it was late. He knew that the second he'd step a foot on the door he was going to find nothing but darkness accompanied by the slight noise of the night and your sleeping figure. He knew his work ruined not only his Valentine’s Day but his birthday and the opportunity to spend it with his partner. He loved his job but it was moments like these where the idol life really took a toll on him. 
He opened the door waiting to be received by the silent apartment but your standing figure alongside a living room filled with fluffy blankets, the coffee table filled with popcorn and snacks, the tv with the beginning of one of his favorite movies on pause and a gift on your hands was the first thing that he saw. 
“What the fuck?” You smiled by seeing how surprised he actually was. 
You knew you weren’t gonna be able to go out for Valentine’s Day because of his schedule, so you planned a movie marathon where you watched all of the movies he liked, which you usually didn’t watch because you’re not the biggest fan. 
“What’s all this?” He dropped his bag on the floor and walked towards you. When he was finally in front of you his hands moved on his own, positioning themselves on your forearms since your hands were holding a big gift bag. 
“Happy Valentine’s Day!” You said with the biggest smile which he mirrored. “And happy birthday!” You push the bag in front of him, the excitement was very evident in your eyes. “C’mon open it!” 
Jaehyun opened the bag with such delicacy, he didn’t want to rip it so he can keep it as a little memento of this precious occasion. He gasped when he saw the content of the bag. A first edition of his favorite vinyl record, a new watch and several blunts, you must have known his stash was empty -he thanked the lord since he hated rolling them up-. 
“No fucking way!” He said with the biggest smile on his face. “This is way too much, you didn’t have to do this.” 
“Oh please, it was my pleasure.” He hugged you with such force it hurt a little bit you didn’t care. “You deserve nothing but the best Jae.” 
“That must be why I have you as a partner.” You could feel your cheeks getting warm. “I got you something too.” He said after breaking the hug. “It’s not much and it’s small but I think you’ll like it.” He took out a little box out of his bag and gave it to you. 
“Oh you didn’t have to Jae give me anything, it’s your birthday, not mine.” You admired the box. It was a deep navy blue, velvet, and a little heavy. 
“It’s valentines tho, my baby deserves something.” You blushed even though he always calls you that, you still blush. 
You opened the box and gasped at the contents of it. A beautiful pearl necklace lays inside the box with a little medal that has J+ your initial. It was so beautiful you couldn’t believe it. 
“Jaehyun, oh my god.” He grabbed the necklace and put it on you. You could feel the brush of his fingers on your skin, the goosebumps followed no long after their touch. “I love it, thank you so much.” Your voice is soft but it was filled with gratitude and love. 
“I love you baby.” And then he kissed your lips, those lips he adored so much. 
“I love you too.” 
“What about we light one of these up and start our movie marathon huh?” He already had the blunt and the lighter out, he was just waiting for you to give the green light. 
“Sounds perfect.” You smiled and laughed at his excitement.
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cupofkofi · 1 month
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[3:45PM] "you know what's annoying with huang renjun?" you ask your friend as you were packing your stuff from school, ready to go home. "his roasts?" your friend chuckles as you role your eyes and shook your head. "no! he knows how to sing, how to dance, he can draw, he can cook, according to chenle he can sew, plus he cleans his own room-" your friend interrupted you, "i think everyone cleans their room once in a while-" but you didn't care about your friend's remark and still continued "he's close to his friends and his family-" your friend rolled their eyes. "are you done?" your friend said as you both started walking out of the classroom and towards your lockers. "he's incredibly smart and wise, outspoken- basically EVERYTHING! HE CAN DO ANYTHING!" you burst out as you two reached your respective lockers along with earning weird looks from the people around you. "he's so handsome and cute like where is the flaw?" you add up to your outburst. "so what's irritating there?" your friend questions, "he's so unrealistically perfect in everything he does but you know what's they one thing he doesn't have?" you ask which made your friend scrunch up and think. "patience?" your friend remarked causing you both to laugh but you again shook your head, "he can never be mine." your joyful smile from describing him earlier turned into a saudade smile.
ever since the day you first met renjun, he became your instant crush. you did everything just to gain your attention in the smallest and shyest way possible, not wanting to seem to eager in to getting his attention. your friend knew about it and would always tease you about your crush and you have to admit, you sometimes get jealous of your friend for having the confidence to even talk to him.
unfortunately, renjun likes someone else. you were broken down by the news that he likes someone when one of renjun's friends, chenle, was your group mate in a group project. from then on, you tried to move on from renjun but found it difficult so you tend to rant your feelings to your friend.
what you didn't know was that chenle was talking about you when he told you that renjun liked someone. unbeknownst to you, crush!renjun was listening to your rant. shocked from your confession despite not being directly spoken too.
it's only a matter of who would make the first move.
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alicanta77 · 10 months
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[3:35pm]
Donghyuck’s hands lightly held yours, his thumb rubbing your knuckles as he looked down at the movement, hiding the tears in his eyes. He took a shaky breath, and you squeezed your eyes shut. You didn’t want him to speak. If neither of you spoke, the inevitable couldn’t come, you could be fine, he wouldn’t have to leave.
But the inevitable always comes - that’s what makes it so painful. No matter how fast you run, you cannot escape it. 
“Logically I know nothing matters and everything is temporary, but emotionally, I’m crushed by the weight of everything that has ever happened to us, and ever will happen.”
Donghyuck’s words left a large lump in your throat that made you feel as though you couldn’t breathe anymore. Your heart clench, as if some spirit had reached into your chest and grabbed it and was twisting it, trying to wrench it out of it’s place.
“I guess our fairytale had a few plot holes.” You chuckled sadly, as if the pathetic fake laughter that came out of you distracted from the tears that started falling gently down your face, almost caressing your skin as they did so.
“No.” Donghyuck disagreed, shaking his head at you. “Our fairytale was a beautiful story. We just... ran out of ink before we could write the happy ending.”
“You’ll still love me?” You asked. Donghyuck reached his hands up to cup either side of your face.
“I'll love you forever.” Donghyuck said, closing his eyes as he pressed his forehead against yours. “That’s the problem”
Your eyes closed as well, relishing the feeling of Donghyuck’s thumb gently stroking your cheek, wiping away the tears that were falling.
You heard him sniff, and squeezed your eyes closer together. You knew he was crying. But you also knew that if you saw him crying you would never be able to walk away. 
This wasn’t supposed to go this way. Management were never supposed to get in the way, his contract wasn’t supposed to ruin the two of you. You were supposed to move in together. Then get your first dog together, a little golden puppy named Aurora. That would go into getting married, having kids, then driving them to sport practices and looking back at your life together and laughing.
But now none of that could happen. And soon you both had to leave this place and not see each other again.
You felt Donghyuck’s hands drop down to your waist and pull you closer. You brought your hands up around his neck and held onto him. His grip around your waist tightened as he hugged you close. He buried his face into your shoulder.
And that’s when Donghyuck broke down.
He cried into you, sobs wracking his body at the reality of having to leave you behind. You finally let yourself give in, whimpering into him as you stroked the back of his head.
He pulled out of the hug, before bring you back in for a kiss. It was the kiss of a lifetime, the kiss to end all kisses. It was the perfect goodbye.
You gently pulled away, opening your eyes to look at each other for the first time in a while. Donghyuck’s eyes were watering still, the light shimmering off them in an almost beautiful way. You thought about the irony of people eyes either shining with excitement or tears. And you remembered the way his eyes sparkled when you said you loved him.
The memories came flooding through your brain, all your time together, and you had to force them to stop or else you knew you would break again.
Then his phone pinged, a signal your time was up.
Donghyuck swallowed, before choking out a question. 
“If I look back, will our eyes meet?”
You nodded, not quite sure yet if you were lying or not. You weren’t sure if you had the strength to see him again and walk away. Or if he would keep walking away after looking back at you.
You couldn’t let him give up everything he’d worked for to be with you. You knew what you had to do.
You gradually stepped away from each other, holding hands until the very last second. But that last second was inevitable, and it tore the two of you apart from your other half, as you both turn to leave the person holding your heart behind. You began to walk, it getting more difficult with every step. The two of you were almost out of each other’s possible sight range.
Donghyuck looked back.
You walked away.
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jenonctcity · 1 year
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[5:35pm]
Warnings: Angst
 “You don’t mean that…” The words fell from your lips softer than a feather hitting the ground. You couldn’t quite grasp onto the words that had just been said to you. No, not said, screamed. Shaking your head, you squeezed your watery eyes shut, liquid pooling in the waterline enough to make a small barely there tear roll down one of your hot cheeks. The words you just heard bounced around your head as you tried to make sense of them, of the meaning behind them. But you couldn’t quite conjure up an explanation for it. “Donghyuck,” You choked on your words before you could say anything else, opening your eyes and giving the broken man in front of you a sympathetic look. Gulping to try and clear the lump in your throat you continued on, “You can’t mean that.”
“Well I fucking do.” His own voice had lowered in volume, the defeat settling into his system as he looked at you with sad eyes. He wasn’t quite sure what he was expecting from you when he had screamed his confession of his feelings for you. Feelings that he knew he shouldn’t be feeling about his best-friend’s long-term girlfriend. Perhaps you would have given him a big loving smile and ran into his arms elated, claiming your love for him and you would both live happily ever after. But he knew he was stupid for that scenario to even creep into his mind. In a way he didn’t want that to even happen, not when Mark had been banging on about proposing to you for the past month. It had been like Donghyuck’s personal hell, having to listen to all the different ways Mark could think of to pop the big question to you. It made it even worse that he had been expected to help him in finding the perfect way for it to happen.
How you’d even gotten to this confession was a blur. It started with him coming over to drop off tickets for a basketball game, which then led to him stopping for a slice of the cake you’d made the day before, then came the topic of relationships. You’d quizzed him on the crush that you knew he had on someone, a crush that Mark liked to tease him about despite not knowing who the mystery lady was. You’d never have guessed that under the pressure of your questions he would crack and confess his love to you.
“Donghyuck-“You started but he cut you off.
“Don’t. I know.” He said and shook his head, not wanting to hear the rejection from you that he knew was coming. You sighed softly, your stomach filled with butterflies that felt like they were holding tiny daggers as you still tried to make sense of this situation. Had you somehow led him on? Given him the wrong idea? Why did he feel this way about you? Hundreds of questions crossed your mind that you wanted, needed answered for. “Forget about it.” He said snappily, shaking his head as he turned away from you, heading towards the door of the apartment that you shared with your boyfriend.
“Wait!” You called out, rushing to him and grabbing his arm to stop him from leaving.
“(Y/N) please…” His voice sounded like nothing you’d ever heard from the usually chipper man. You’d never heard his voice so filled with raw emotion and hurt before and it made your heart cry.
“Donghyuck, we need to talk about this, you can’t just leave after telling me that you love me and pretend that this never happened.” You said firmly, hoping that if you put your foot down with him then he would give you the answers that you needed. His eyes met yours, the dark irises swimming with guilt, shame, and longing. It had your head pounding and your chest hurting seeing him this way. Whilst he was Marks friend first, he was also yours. You’d spent so much time with him that it was inevitable that you and he would become friends. You just didn’t expect him to develop feelings other than strictly platonic.
“What’s there to talk about? I’m madly in love with my best-friend’s girlfriend and now I’ve made an absolute idiot out of myself by telling her! Just, forget it! Please!” The desperation in is voice was telling you that he was panicking about it all, which was understandable as you knew he thought you’d tell Mark. You had no intention of telling Mark though, not wanting to ruin their friendship over something that you could try and keep under wraps for as long as possible. He pulled his arm out of your grasp, which you hadn’t even realised you were still holding and you sighed to yourself as you watched him practically pull the door off its hinges in his haste to leave.
“Donghyuck!!” You called but it was too late. The door slamming echoed in your ears in the same way that his confession echoed in your head, leaving you with an empty feeling in your chest.
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neophele · 1 year
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[22:38 PM] In the Seam – Mark Lee, suggestive, fluff
Hushed whispers and careful fingertips were a staple of Mark’s love, content sighs floating into your ear and casting a spell over your mind. With eyes pressed closed, one hand holding the back of his neck, the other grappling with his shoulders that securely held his weight just above you, nothing could break you apart at that moment.   
He was the sun that eclipsed the moon, burning bright through the night sky, hiding you so no one could glimpse the vulnerable, beautiful, rawest versions of yourselves. 
“So good,” he hums, breaking apart the kiss for a moment to flutter his lips across your cheek, landing just below your ear and sucking just long enough for your eyes to snap open. 
“Hey! No marks,” you pout at him.
“But I’m Mark,” he draws out his words, lazily letting his lips brush across your skin. “Should I go?” He teases, tracing the shape of your neck with his tongue. 
“Shut up,” you huff, gripping his shoulder tighter as he presses another open-mouthed kiss into your collarbone. He rolls his body forward slightly, closing the distance between your chests and bringing his hips into yours, seductive actions sending your mind further into a spiral of degenerate thoughts. He pulled away, your neck craning to chase his lips as he chuckled in a low, throaty voice.
“Make me.” 
Opening your eyes again, you look up, half-lidded gaze locking with Mark’s. Holding his gaze brazenly, the fire in your eyes found kindling in his cocky stare. Dropping your neck down to the pillow with a satisfying “hmph,” you press your lips together, loosening the fingers that had been pulling on his skin. He looks on, mouth agape, the fleeting innocence turning in on itself and running back to his widened eyes. 
“You have no game, Mark lee, none.” 
A click of your tongue is followed by tittering laughter that rings through the quiet room, Mark drawing his tongue over his lips as he watches your face bunch up in joy. 
“You love it, though,” he grins, nuzzling his nose into your cheek and tickling you with the strands of his hair. You roll your eyes, lifting yourself up to close the distance and press a sweet kiss against Mark’s lips. 
And, despite your words, it’s obvious that there is nowhere you’d rather be than tangled in the seams of the fabric that made up Mark Lee. 
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nakakitty · 8 months
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[03:49 a.m] Renjun; angst.
Tristeza.
É triste não saber o que fazer quando alguém te ama e você não sente o mesmo. E era assim que você se sentia em relação aos sentimentos de Renjun por você.
Horas antes, ele abriu o coração para ti, revelando os sentimentos que há tanto tempo guardava dentro de si. Naquele momento, ele se sentiu seguro o suficiente para lhe contar.
No entanto, você sente medo de magoá-lo, por isso preferiu ser honesta do que iludir o pobre garoto, e disse que, infelizmente, o que sentia por ele não era amor.
Como alguém que já foi ferida quando amava, você sente estar pisando em ovos quando está perto dele, pois não quer dar muitas esperanças a Renjun, mas ainda assim, você sente tristeza.
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psycheyn · 2 years
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pairing: johnny suh x fem reader
genre: fluff (i guess? i don't knowww this is a first :<)
warnings: nonee (or a little cravings, i guess?)
note: this is my first attempt to write, pls bear with me `^`
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[ 12:21 am ]
johnny is on the midst of playing valorant with jaehyun and haechan when he hears a familiar knock on his door.
“yes love? come in.” he said while his focus is still on the game.
“nah, i’ll stay here. are you busy?” you asks although you can faintly hear the keyboard smashing and johnny’s little curses.
“playing a game with jae. why? is there something wrong?— bro, i'll get back.” he stand and walks to the door, opening it to see you leaning sideways on the wall, almost like peeking.
“why? why aren’t you coming in?” he asks but you just smiled and gave him a hug.
“hmm. if you’re hugging me first then it means you need something...” his hands went to your hair and combs it while saying those out loud.
you whip your head upwards to look at johnny.
“do you realize that you unconsciously tell what’s on your mind lately?”
“do i?” he asks.
giggles. “yeah. you did it just now. no worries though, it's cute.” you said while laughing.
“cute.” he smiles. clearly not pertaining to his newfound habit, but instead of you.
“now, why are you hanging around my room and not coming in?”
“i’m coming in~" you said, throwing your hands up in the air to show him you surrender. you sit on his bed so johnny tries to walk towards you (and pamper you with kisses, he plans) but you told him off with a smile.
"finish your game first. jaehyun must be cursing you right now instead of your enemies.” you laugh when you heard him grunt, mumbling a little 'i shouldn't have accepted their invites'.
not long after, johnny turned off his monitor. still sitting in his chair, he spins around to face you.
“i'm done and i'm not playing anytime soon, so will you tell me now?” he said in all finality like you won't be seeing him playing games for a week.
“i’m actually craving some sandwich. can we go to subway?” then you smile at him, paired with two beautiful eyes that captured him the first time he saw it, and the smile that makes his heart flutter whenever he sees it.
it never gets old, it's almost the same as always, he thinks.
“sure. anything for you, mi love.” he stands up to get his keys when you said something you wanted to try again for a long time.
“can i drive too?” johnny looked at you, trying to see if you're testing him or you're just joking. but then he sees you are seriously asking.
he knows you don't really like driving (even though you have a license) because of that one incident when you almost punch the guy who overtakes you and you almost end up hitting another car.
“you want to drive suddenly? out of nowhere?”
“yeah? i mean, it's midnight? there's not a lot of cars going around." you answers. he squints at you, not really convinced so you speak again.
"though it's fine if you're not okay with it.”
“no, it's fine. but are you sure it's okay?" you hum and he smiles, kissing your forehead then grabs your hand as you two walk out of the door.
"okay, if you say so.”
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“bub, i thought we're going to subway? why are we at mcdonalds?” johnny asks when he saw where you park at. you put up a fist, startling him then pops two fingers, giving him a peace sign for the sudden change of thought.
“hehe. i’m suddenly craving for big mac and fries. oh! and nuggets? i like to eat mcflurries too”
johnny laughs at your remarks. he swiftly get out of the car and went to your side to help you.
“how are you not sure of your cravings, love?" you smiled sheepishly while he ruffles your hair, making you swerve away from him. 'stop ruffling my hair big guy'
"well, maybe my love for mcdonalds surpasses my cravings for sandwich." you jokingly shrug and made your way to the counter when he suddenly blocks you.
"woah, okay. here's a million dollar question for you, pretty lady," he stop his sentence, creating a failed attempt on suspense.
"me or mcdonalds?" you expected it but you still snicker at his question. just how far can he be so cute?
"tough one, but sorry, I have to say mcdonalds." you say, trying to tease him a bit. "come on, I'm starving." then you try to pull him from his stance.
"oh," he said. "so this is how it goes, huh. well i love mcdonalds too."
"i know love. quick, I'm really hungry."
"but not as much as i love you." then he stole a quick kiss from you and went straight first to the counter. you can hear the lady over the cashier telling him the two of you look good together and that made you smile.
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uhm... hello? pls forgive me ` ^` ;;
if u saw this somewhere, no you don't ^^;; (that was just me posting on the wrong acc lol)
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sixzeroes · 1 year
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[22:43] you know it’s bad, falling in love with your father’s best friend. you traveled back in time to save your father from his demise, not to fall in love with his best friend’s eighteen-year-old existence. the whole point of regressing to the time when you weren’t even born was for the sake of your mother’s happiness, not yours.
jaemin’s eyes reflect a million stars as he looks at you. he doesn’t know three-fourths of what you know, nor does he understand just how twisted your fates are. your heart feels as if it’ll be wrenched out by the hands of the gods. jaemin has always lingered around your mother after the death of your father, often caring for you when she wasn’t emotionally able to. but as you grew up, he began to visit less, until eventually, he no longer was a part of your life. something about moving to america to start afresh, thanks to a promotion from his workplace.
you once eavesdropped on your mother and jaemin talking about his lack of partners. he’d simply laughed, blaming his first love for stealing his heart and never giving it back.
the gods are so, so cruel in everything they do.
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espresseo-cafe · 2 years
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[14:37] due to the social distancing restrictions loosening up, things were gradually going back to normal. that meant frequent customers coming back to their favorite cafés for a hangout, which also meant non-stop flow of customers.
as much as you dreaded for sleep these past few days because of the constant workload, you were scheduled for a morning shift today even though you were already working for nine days straight.
you had to deal with annoying, demanding customers who wanted to be treated as if they were vip. and it made your blood boil that one of them were the people you hated to see, your ex with your old friends.
to make things even worse, you were finally on your period- after a few months of irregularity - this week so everything basically irked you.. even this certain colleague who was giving you a mischievous smirk for being so cranky in the morning as we speak.
barista!johnny is the most annoying, yet undeniably talented, friendly.. and the most handsome barista in the company. he knew you worked for nine days and had the audacity to tease you for frowning at him. “it’s that time of the month, isn’t it?”
“say anything else out of your mouth johnny i’ll hit you with this frying pan, it’s nice and hot.” you said as you prepared scrambled eggs for a takeout order.
“okay it is.” he snickered a little bit as he nod his head knowing his assumption was right. he drank his americano and stared at you giving food to the customer before sitting down on a stool next to him.
you paused before realizing you needed to change your napkin, so you turned around to reach for the cabinet where staff put their belongings when your vision blurred and your stomach churned. it was so sudden and painful that you needed to lean on something.
so you leaned on johnny’s chest, startling him that he almost dropped his coffee on you. “whoa y/n, you alright?” your ears were buzzing and fading that you couldn’t answer him straight away. “hey, you’re pale.”
johnny was worried about you, he didn’t know what to do and he figured you were exhausted from work recently. he put down his coffee gently to not make you any more uncomfortable yet this position made him all flustered and shy.
“let me stay like this for a while, johnny.” you tried to say, feeling lightheaded but you felt his hand pat your back.
“mhm, okay.”
he pressed his lips together and prayed you wouldn’t hear his heart beating so loudly.
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bbyyhyuck · 2 years
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[ 3:20 PM ] - na jaemin
warnings: none
It was a Friday afternoon. You and your boyfriend were peacefully laying in bed and looking at your phones.
You were watching some tiktoks, when you ran across this one. It was a recipe to some cupcakes that looked a little too delicious.
"Jaemin!" You exclaimed, catching your boyfriend's attention. "Let's bake this." You shoved your phone in his face and you both walked over to the kitchen.
You wrote down the recipe on a piece of paper, while he searched for all the ingredients you needed.
You spent the entire afternoon baking and preparing the cupcakes, and when you were finally done, you glanced at the clock. 5:08 PM.
"It took us such a long time" You smiled. "Lets hope they are tasty" Jaemin smiled back and you two tried one of the cupcakes. When you took a bite, your face lighted up.
"They are delicious" You said while still munching on the cupcake, and he smiled. "Of course they are, its you who made them" He looked into your eyes and placed a strand of hair behind your ear.
"Would you like to call Jeno and his girlfriend over for a game night? We could also let them taste your delicious cupcakes" Jaemin spoke and you nodded.
"Of course"
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gyeomsweetgyeom · 4 months
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[7:27 pm]
(cw: alcohol mentions, “assholes”)
You never thought you would willingly be back at work during your time off. Even less, if someone were to tell you the assholes in marketing would be drunk and doing body shots. So here you were standing in the lobby of your workplace, glass of wine in hand, watching your coworkers act like they had never been in public. If you were acting like they were, you’d never show your face in the building again. You were getting secondhand embarrassment just watching them.
You sighed and took a sip of wine from your glass, the clock on the wall told you that you had only been here for an hour. If you went home now, it would be the perfect time to just say the party had been lame, but you were unfortunately a head of department so people would notice you being gone. What was the best way to get out of here?
“I can see the cogs in your brain turning,” You heard someone mumble behind you.
You jumped in shock, the wine glass almost falling from your hand before turning to see who it was, “Oh! Mr. Kim, I didn’t see you there, I’m so sorry.”
He laughed with a bright smile, “Please, I’ve told you countless times. Just Doyoung is fine.”
You blushed and nodded looking at the strobe lights as more and more people began to dance. You saw some girls from your floor taking shots at the bar, the guys you chatted with on your way to the printer were trying to do the worm, and even the head of IT was leading the conga line. And here you were, staring at the crowd, warm and shy with the freaking CEO standing right next to you. From the corner of your eye you could see he was doing the same as you and laughing occasionally at the crazy antics of his employees.
You had known Doyoung for many years now. He had been on the panel you interviewed with and been a major part in your early days of the company. As head of the Sales department you worked very closely with him, which didn’t help you at all. Doyoung was always nice to you, and never acted as your superior in a cocky, holier-than-thou way. He stopped by your office regularly with coffee and “urgent” matters which were never really urgent. Usually he would stop by with that as a cover and you would just chat to get to know each other. How could you not have a crush on him? He was kind, hard working, and handsome. Especially now, he had ditched his suit jacket and was showing off his loosened holiday tie and red cheeks from the wine he had been sipping on.
“Are you having a good time?” He asked you, his eyes still locked on the dance floor. Someone had just started a dance circle by attempting to breakdance.
You pulled on a fake smile, “Oh absolutely! This party has been the best holiday party I’ve come to in all my years here!”
Doyoung laughed heartily, clutching his stomach while some wine splashed out of his glass. “You’re lying, I can see it on your face.” Damn, he was cute when he laughed.
You took a deep pull of your wine, “What gave it away?”
“Before I came over here, the look on your face was one of pure judgement and boredom. You know this party wasn’t mandatory right?”
“I had no other plans on a Friday night, and I really was looking forward to it, but you know how this week was.” The week had been a long one. You had all had to work extra hard to keep a long time client from partnering with a competitor and on top of that you had end of year sales reports due in just a few days. Those were always a major pain, but add your own to checking all the rest of the sales team and you got a stressful, tiring week.
Doyoung nods and stares at silently for a moment, “I really appreciate you still coming despite how hard the week was for all of us. You’re a great head of department and a real asset to our company. I love your dedication and love spending time with you.”
You set your wine glass aside on a table, “One of those statements is not like the other, Mr. CEO.”
“Too much wine I guess,” he cleared his throat, “but I did mean it.”
You smile at him softly, it’s now or never, “I love your dedication and spending time with you too.”
He smiled excitedly and calmed it down after a few breaths and likely remembering he was at a company party and HR is always watching, “Can I get you another drink? Maybe we can walk around and chat for a bit?”
“Yes, I’d really like that.”
And yes, both your assistants did notice you both laughing and flirting in the corner of the room while Mariah Carey’s ‘All I Want for Christmas is You’ was playing. They clinked their glasses to that before downing another shot.
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A/n: tagging! @nct127balls
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peachjaem00 · 1 year
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an: happy Valentine’s Day lovelies and happy birthday to the love of my life Jung Jaehyun!
[06:13 pm] “Happy birthday lover boy!” You receive Jaehyun at home with a big smile and a box with a little red bow in your hands. “Also, happy Valentine's day baby.” You reach up and peck his lips. He tastes like red velvet cake.
“Thank you, love.” He greets you with the biggest smile. “Here, I got something for you too.” He hands you a similar box except his bow is baby blue.
“Why? It’s your birthday not mine.”
“I know but it’s also Valentine's day.” He leaves his jacket on the couch and then proceeds to sit. You follow him and sit next to him. “C’mon! Open it!” He smiles with excitement.
“No, open mine first!” You push the box into his hands.
“Okay fine.” He takes the bow off, then the box lid and when he sees what’s in the box, his smile grows wider. “Oh this is beautiful!” He takes the necklace out of the package to admire it.
It's a golden chain with your initials in it and a little diamond.
“That’s not all. Look!” You show him the chain that you had on. It was the same as his only that yours had a J in it.
“Matching necklaces?” He raises one eyebrow. “This is the best gift ever!” He gives you a quick peck and then he puts the chain on. “How does it look?”
“Amazing as always.” He smiles while blushing.
“Okay now open mine!” He pushes the box in your hands just like you did with him. “You’re not gonna believe it when you see what it is.”
You open the box carefully and when you see the contents of it you let out a big laugh. You take out the bracelet that has a J in it and when you look at Jaehyun, he’s showing off his bracelet, which has your initials.
“Matching bracelets?” You raise your eyebrow as well. “This is the best gift ever!” You mock him, making both of you laugh.
Jaehyun helps you put on your bracelet and when he’s finished he gives you a hand kiss, kind of like the princes do with the princess.
“How charming.” You both laugh again. “Happy birthday babe, thank you for allowing me to celebrate another year of your life by your side.”
“Thank you for wanting to be by my side.” He smiles and then he kisses you.
This one is deeper and longer, his lips feel soft and sweet and you feel loved. You thank the universe for putting Jung Jaehyun in your life.
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rnjfy · 2 years
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[1:09 am]
“are you sure you’re not cold?”
renjun’s concerned voice cuts through the silence of the night—a small cloud bursting past his lips.
your smile seems to calm his nerves, the tight squeeze you give his hand eases the wrinkle between his brows, “i’m fine, ren.”
he nods, pulling your hand into his jacket pocket nonetheless. you had refused his jacket knowing how sensitive your boyfriend was, but that only worried him a little more.
“the moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” his whisper brushes against your ear—it was almost inaudible, but you heard him.
“babe… that’s a street lamp.”
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markleesthighs · 2 years
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would you be so willing to write a sequel to 11:51? 🥺 i’m really curious as to what happened after jaehyun found out about y/n confession
-I’d love too, this concept has always been one of my favorites!
Jaehyun didn’t know how to feel, did he make a mistake? Is that why you painted that selfie? Jaehyun felt crushed. He didn’t know whether to chase after you while Rochelle is waiting for him in her car. He kept looking at you running away, and back at Rochelle.
“I’m sorry Rochelle.”
Jaehyun dashed after you, calling out your name, begging you to stop running before you slip and fall. Since it had just rained the rocks and grass were slippery, you didn’t watch where you were going and you tripped on a rock falling down on your knees. You heard Jaehyun screaming your name after seeing you fall.
Jaehyun caught up with you and your eyes had already been filled with tears, hopefully he just thought it was because you fell. Jaehyun suggested you go to the nurse, hoping that they are still here, you were telling him it was fine, but he kept nagging you to go. You agreed and Jaehyun picked you up, carrying you to the nurse’s office.
“You really need to be careful next time sweetie, especially when it just rained outside, the grass gets really muddy and slippery. So just be careful next time ok?” The nurse explained.
The nurse then left you and Jaehyun alone, while she went to go take a call.
“You didn’t need to take me, I could’ve gone by myself.”
“I just wanted to make sure you’re ok, what’s wrong with that?”
“Nothings wrong with that, besides don’t you have to do something with Rochelle later?”
“I don’t know about that, I just want to make sure you’re ok and you get home safe,”
“I don’t understand why you’re being so persistent about it.”
“I just saw someone I care about a lot almost fall face first on the ground.”
“YOU DONT CARE ABOUT ME!”
The room fell silent.
“What do you mean? Of course I care about you.”
“You don’t care about me the way I care about you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know what, never mind.”
You got up starting to walk out of the nurses office to go home when Jaehyun stopped you by pulling your arm.
“Do you want me to walk you home?”
“No.”
“Do you need someone to walk you home?”
“No.”
“Are you going to walk with someone home?”
“No.”
“Great, then I’ll walk home with you.”
“Wh- oh, you suck.”
Jaehyun laughed as you looked defeated but still mad. You had a cute little pout when you were angry and Jaehyun adored that about you. How your eyebrows would get all furrowed and your ears would turn red, it was the cutest thing to him.
The whole walk back home you gave Jaehyun one word or even no answers when he tried talking to you. All you could think about was Rochelle, and how they’re going to be dating, doing cute couple things you didn’t want to imagine. When he got to your house he was about to speak but you bolted for the door before he blocked you from opening it.
“Wait! Did you really mean what you said in the nurses office?”
“Yeah.”
“What did you mean by saying that I didn’t care about you?”
“I told you Jaehyun it was nothing, I was just frustrated I got hurt now move.”
“I’m not going to move until you tell me the real reason.”
You debated whether I’d be worth it to tell Jaehyun, I mean he already has a Valentine, you should rip off the bandaid to help yourself get over it. You took one big breath and stared into his brown doe eyes,
“I like you Jaehyun, like an I love you type of like.”
Jaehyun smirked, you were puzzled.
“Finally.”
You were beyond confused at this point, what did he mean by finally? Then it connected in your brain,
“You jerk! You knew the whole time?!” You started to hit his shoulders and kick his legs.
“How did you know?”
Jaehyun pulled out the letter you were supposed to give him for Valentine’s day. Your face dropped.
“I thought- I- give it back!”
You started to reach for it but Jaehyun held it above your head and you began jumping and climbing Jaehyun for it.
“I’m sorry you had to read that, just forget it!”
“Forget it? But I haven’t even given my answer yet.”
You froze while holding onto Jaehyun, slowly climbing down and walking to face him.
“So?”
“I like you too, in a I love you type of like, stupid.”
Your eyes widened, you didn’t know what to say.
“But what about Rochelle?”
“When looking back at it Rochelle was kind of like puppy love, I didn’t really know her I just had a crush on her. But after the time I’ve spent with you, I realized that this is the kind of love I want. That a crazy, silly, clumsy, girl that would climb me for a letter is what I really love.”
You were stunned, you didn’t know what to say, so you just hugged Jaehyun, he kissed the top of your head.
“I love you.”
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[00:33] You should’ve been asleep hours ago, but what began as a lighthearted watch party with your long distance boyfriend ended with his sudden confession about how he was falling out of love with you, despite his best efforts.
The thoughts that he had gotten used to over a month or so were brand new to you, and they were dumped onto you without warning. You listened, swallowing down the pain you felt, then told him to take a few days to think of what he said and decide what he wanted to do.
When he told you he was going to think over it, you know he was only saying so out of politeness—the harsh truth is that his mind has been made up for weeks and you could tell the moment he dropped the first confession from his lips.
The second your laptop closes, you let the pain risk back up from your stomach and crawl out of you. It hits you deep in your chest as you begin to weep.
With shaking hands, you reach for your phone and dial your best friend’s number. Jeno picks up on the second ring, even though it’s the middle of the night.
“Y/N, why are you up this late?” he says, his voice clear enough for you to know he hasn’t been to sleep yet. “Are you okay?”
You hesitate, not sure what to say or how many words you’ll be able to get out coherently. Your voice is barely a whisper. “Could you . . . come over?”
“If you need me, I’ll be there.” There’s the shuffling sound of movement. “Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”
“I think my relationship is over.”
He sucks in a breath over the line. “Oh, Y/N, I am so sorry.”
“I really don’t want to be alone.”
“I’m heading there now,” he says. “I’ll let myself in. I remember the code. Hang in there for nine minutes, okay?”
After expressing your thanks, you end the call. The tears are coming down hard now—the force of them causing your whole body to shake. You don’t even hear him come in, but all of a sudden Jeno is there, sitting beside you on your bed and wrapping you in his arms.
“You came.”
“You needed me. Of course I came.” When your cries impossibly pick up, he pulls you closer against his shoulder. One of his hands smooths down your hair. “Shh, I’m here. You aren’t alone. I’m right here. You’re going to be all right. And I’ll be with you every second that you’re not.”
You let out a sad laugh. “What if I need to go to the bathroom, though?”
“Was that a joke you just made?” He pulls back enough to meet your gaze, smiling without his teeth. It’s a sweet smile with enough love to steady your heart, if only for a mere moment in the wake of this storm. “That’s my girl.”
“I still want to be funny even if I’m sad,” you say. “I can’t lose my charm.”
Gently, Jeno brushes a hair back from your wet face. “Do you want to lie down and try to get some sleep?”
“Promise me you’ll stay.”
His eyes move across your face like he’s thinking about something serious, then he kisses your forehead. “Forever. Here, let’s lie down.”
You let him move you under the covers, sighing into him as he puts one arm under your neck and the other over your side, spooning you.
“You’re a great friend.”
“You taught me everything I know,” he says. “Let’s get some sleep. We’ve got a long few days ahead. Good night, Y/N.”
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