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aesthyuckic · 16 days

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[11:18pm]

The night was quiet and peaceful. Music played softly in your dimly lit bedroom. Little taps of a phone keyboard could be heard just a few inches down from where you sat on the bed. You looked from your own phone to see Donghyuck looking down and texting someone.

For a moment your mind wondered to the potential of him texting a lover that made you eyes waiver unknowingly. Surely he would’ve told you if that was the case, you were best friends after all. He was probably just texting his other best friend, Mark.

You wanted to be in his heart only like he was in yours so badly. You screamed about it every night into your pillow on the rare occasion he wasn’t there. When he was, you settled on silently screaming while rolling around in anguish on the bed where he slept soundly next to you, blissfully unaware.

You loved staring at him. He was so beautiful with his golden skin and the fluffy brown hair that was growing out nicely. He was slouched against the wall but still his composure was so elegant. His hands that typed away seemed so dainty and effortless as his fingers were adorned with rings. The thought of holding them and feeling that familiar warmth always made your breath hitch in your throat as you felt your heart stop. Your gaze shifted with one of his hands that reached up to move his glasses back up. He wore no makeup due to the time which allowed you to view the moles on his cheeks that cascaded down his neck perfectly. The longer you looked the more things you found to love.

So lost in your own mind, you hadn’t cared about the fact he noticed your eyes and was now looking at you.

“What’s up?” He asked, his head tilted a bit.

That was his way of asking if anything was wrong. There was a familiar flutter in your chest from the simple action. You blinked a few times before sitting up straight against your pillows and shaking your head.

“I was just thinking.” You shrugged.

“About what?” He pondered.

“Your moles.” You answered.

A pout appeared on his lips at the mention. He confided in your once they made him insecure which you could never understand. You never knew how to respond just because you knew you’d end up with a whole essay which would be suspicious.

“You know-“ He started.

“I know.” You confirmed before he could finish his sentence. “I never understood your resentment toward them, Hyuck.”

“Of course not.” He sighed.

“Some people theorize they’re where your twin flame kissed you most in the last life. They’ve always been pretty and maybe that idea can help you change the way you think about them.”

His phone landed in his laps at your words. You could see his eyes look across your own face and body in silence. He moved from his snug spot against the wall on your bed to sit directly across from you. The closeness always startled you despite how regular it was between the both of you. It never failed to get your heart going and your only hope was he didn’t know.

“You have them too.” He leaned in closer as his eyes scanned your face.

He moved the strands of hair out of your face and tucked them behind one ear. You didn’t expect him to get any closer but suddenly he leaned in and left a kiss on your temple.

“Like here.” He pointed out after leaving the unexpected peck.

He reached up to grab your chin and then there was another kiss on your own cheek, not far from your lips.

“And there too.” He hummed.

There had been plenty times where the both of you had kissed each other cheeks. Something felt different now though. You just hope he hadn’t been able to see the blush appear on your cheeks and the felt the heat with the kiss.

Both hands now cupped your cheeks in such a way there was no way to avoid his stare. You could see his gaze move downward before moving back to meet your own once again.

“I’ve never noticed how many little moles you have around your lips.” He smiled. “I guess I kissed you a lot there in the last life… And I’ll do it again in this one.”

Before you could even question him, his plump, soft lips were against your own. The air was taken out of your lungs and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. A sigh escape automatically and you could feel your body relax under his touch. You moved into his body more as his hands moved down your sides to rest on your waist as your hands instinctively went to his neck to pull his closer only to slid down to his rest on his chest as his arms were now wrapped around your waist to pull you flush against him.

You could feel his rapid heartbeat under your palm which had you smiling against his lips.

Oh yes, he would most be definitely keeping his promise to you.

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taexoxosgf · 4 months

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1:00 AM

classmate!mark x fem!reader

“Do you seriously not know the meaning behind Netflix and chill?”

warnings: hickeys, dry-humping

— inspired by @1kook ‘s netflix & chill series

Tapping at your thigh, your impatience grows after every second that passes.

You're not typically this horny or impatient, but to set the scene, you met Mark on the first day of classes. As everyone filed into the auditorium and the professor began rambling, he took the seat alongside yours. Throughout the first week of school, you started talking to him, sharing mutual interests and small talk. You think he's awfully cute. So you went ahead and texted him, wanting to "Netflix and chill" this weekend. Maybe you were being too direct, but the deed had already been done, so you might as well embrace it.

He doesn’t hesitate with a ‘for sure’ text back, not asking further questions or details about your request. You smile at that, excited to explore another side of the cute boy who you see in class.

The day arrives, and he walks over to your flat, smiling affectionately as the door swings open. You both laugh and fond over each other while he cooks dinner and joins you afterward at the dinner table. He's so funny and sweet you realize, finally conversing about things other than school; it just influences you to increase your expectations, and you wonder why hookups aren't typically like this.

Now you're both adjacent to each other, your body cuddling up to his side as the movie plays. It's amusing since Mark hasn't made a single move towards you all night. Aside from the arm around your shoulder, he hasn't attempted to sneak his arm any lower. And he hasn't yet attempted to even kiss you. Perhaps he changed his mind? The movie is almost over, and the line has yet to be crossed. But the voice in the back of your head tells you that just because he didn't plan to tonight doesn't mean he doesn't want to, right? A glimmer of optimism just helps to persuade you more, and once you dig a hole, you only dig deeper.

He laughs at a comedic moment in the film and you find it adorable. He’s so invested and that’s when you realize Mark seriously didn’t come here to have sex with you. It’s not his intention at all. His kindness and investment into everything you both did tonight is probably an effort into a full-on date.

But this only made you more horny and attracted to him. Fuck, you want to jump his bones so fucking bad. And you’re cursing yourself but like a bitch in heat you’re already escalating the situation.

“Mark, the movie’s almost over,” you look up at him.

He’s chuckling at your random commentary then looking down at you, “Yeah, it’s almost over.”

“It’s almost over, and I invited you to Netflix and chill,” maybe the phrase ‘Netflix and chill’ flew over his head but it couldn’t be because you literally texted him those three words.

He blinks at you, almost like he’s unable to process your rhetoric.

“Aren’t we doing that right now?” he quirks. Maybe he’s clueless or the facade is running right past you, but you fully believe Mark actually has no idea about the ulterior motive of the popular phrase.

It’s alarming. So alarming, that you have to sit up from Mark’s side to look at him. You’re really attempting to understand how he doesn’t know the popular booty-call slang, head tilted to the side and all.

“Is there something wrong?” he questions.

You smirk, “Do you seriously not know the meaning behind ‘Netflix and chill?’”

He pauses, staring like a deer in headlights, “It has another meaning? What else would it mean?”

“Markie,” you inch closer to him, so much that your noses brush at the nickname. “You’re so cute,” you say slowly as you straddle him with one leg on each side of his thighs. Thankfully, you wore a skirt, so the thin panties are the only things between the rough material of his jeans.

“Why’d you agree to my text, but won’t do just that?” his breath hitches as you slightly move around on him, but it doesn’t do much because you’re not directly on top of where he needs it most.

“W-what?” he stutters slightly.

“It means,” you bring your lips to graze his earlobe. “You wanna fuck,” u purr and he freezes at the revelation.

“You wanna fuck while some movie plays in the background,” at this, your hips move directly above his crotch and the weight of your body forces him to groan softly in pleasure.

“It’s j-just an excuse,” You whimper as you move gently against him. Mark's hooded eyes tenderly glance at you, his erection slowly increasing against his jeans as the scene progresses. Because of his hesitation, his hands have already found homage at your hips, and you almost grab them to move them yourself.

Already, you're dragging your lips against his neck, sucking and biting to leave gentle marks on his flesh. Your fingers tangle in his hair, unknowingly tugging on his locks, only for him to squirm beneath you, hands attempting to steer your hips. And it's not quite enough for you to cum, but the zipper rubbing against your clit sends goosebumps up your spine, and you moan against his neck.

"Will you do it?" You resume licking a stripe up his neck. When you notice the lust on his face, you can't help but beam a grin.

"Yes," he gasps at the sensation of your motions against him.

"I'll do it."

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bungeenomin · 9 months

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sweet but psycho - mark lee

pairing: mark x y/n

genre: smut, neighbour!mark

summary: you’ve spent your whole life trying to get your perfect neighbour mark to be rebellious, but to no avail. when reuniting after a year apart at college, is mark still so afraid to step out of line?

warning: unprotected sex, dirty talk

word count: 2k

a/n: feel free to send me requests, asks and leave feedback!

Mark Lee. You and Mark Lee go way back. You grew up together, Mark being your next door neighbour. Your neighbourhood has always been snobby, everyone has big houses, nice cars, lots of money, and well behaved kids, and Mark Lee is no exception to the well behaved kid scenario.

Mark has always been polite, always saying please and thank you. He's the pride and joy of the Lee family. He always got good grades, always excelled in extracurricular. Honestly, you were probably a bit mean to Mark Lee growing up. There's no denying, you've always found Mark attractive, but he's always been too 'good boy' for you. Every time your mom would visit the Lee's for dinner with Mrs. Lee while your dads go out together, you'd tease Mark relentlessly, trying to crack the good boy behaviour, always trying to get him to do something bold and rebellious with you. But Mark Lee being Mark Lee never cracked.

"Y/n hurry up, the Lee's are waiting!" your mom yells from downstairs as you fix your dress in the mirror. Now that you're back from college for summer, of course your dinner trips to the Lee household are back again. That also means that the one and only Mark Lee is home, but you swear that's not the reason you decided to put a little effort into your appearance, wearing a cute and casual dress paired with converse. For Mark Lee? Never.

"There you are" your mother sighs once you arrive downstairs, swinging open the front door immediately.

"You look nice" your mother smiles after knocking on the door of the Lee's house, "looking nice for anyone in particular?" your mom teases, wiggling her eyebrows.

"As if" you roll your eyes as you see the door finally opening. Oh fuck.

"Mark!" your mother exclaims, lunging foreword to take Mark in an embrace, "you look amazing! how are you doing?"

"Hi Mrs. Y/l/n, i'm doing good thank you, how are you?" Mark asks, a polite smile plastered across his face, like always.

"I'm doing great honey thank you for asking. Y/n, say hi to Mark!" your mother insists before walking further into the house in search for Mrs. Lee.

You've never been quiet around Mark Lee. Never. But fucking hell what did college do to him? He looks hot as fuck.

"What?" Mark chuckles, "So now you're shy? fuck y/n college changed you"

"Good to see you too Mark" you scoff, before walking straight past him and further into the house. Did the Mark Lee just swear?

By the time you made it to the kitchen, your mother and Mrs. Lee are already deep in a gossip session while sipping on glasses of red wine.

"Oh Mark sweetie, you should show y/n the new extension in your father and I's room" Mrs. Lee states enthusiastically, "i've already shown her mom"

"Okay sure" Mark nods obediently, making his way to the staircase, "lets go y/n"

Mark doesn't say a word walking up the stairs. What surprises you more, is that Mark just walks straight into his bedroom, leaving the door open behind him. His mom said the extension was in her and Mr. Lee's room?

“Uh the extension?” you question, leaning against the doorway of Mark’s all too familiar room. Familiar from growing up of course, you and Mark never went there with each other before.

“Wow y/n, do you need me to hold your hand? You know where their room is” Mark scoffs scrolling through his phone without sparing you a glance.

Mark Lee is different. Mark lee is everything you ever tried to make him be growing up. Mark used to crumble whenever you spoke to him, would never step a foot out of line, this Mark Lee, this is a different person, and you don’t know if you love it or hate it.

“Wow Mark, when I wanted you to be fun and rebellious you were a scared little boy, now that I just want a normal conversation you’re, whatever this is”. Silence is your response, while Mark continues scrolling on his phone, letting out a light laugh at something he see’s. “Hello? Earth to Mark?”.

“You know where the stairs are y/n, close my door on the way out” Mark sighs, almost as if you’re inconveniencing him. No way.

You close his door alright, before walking right up to where Mark is sitting at the edge of his bed, heated. “Can you put who I can only assume is all your college booty calls away for two minutes? Is me talking to you really pulling you away from them that much? I didn’t come over to your house for you to display your new found dick head personality”.

“I’m sorry,” Mark smugly replies, putting his phone down before standing up, leaving you nearly chest to chest with him as he looks down on you, his eyes not hesitating for a second as they stare into your own, “are you jealous y/n? I didn’t mention shit about booty calls yet you made up me having multiple, sounds like jealously. Why is me fucking people even on your mind y/n, hm?” Mark teases, placing a finger under your chin so you don’t break eye contact with him.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about” you stutter. Who the fuck is this confident Mark Lee?

Mark places a soft kiss behind your ear before whispering, “do”, another kiss pressed against your jaw, “you”, a kiss against your neck, “want”, kiss, “me”, kiss, “to”, kiss, “fuck you?” Mark finally finishes his sentence and trail of kisses, ending right at the corner of your mouth.

“Mark I-”

“Just say the word and we don’t have to” Mark says, his hands finding their way to the small of your back, “but something tells me your answer isn’t no”.

“I want you to” you whisper, as if you couldn’t physically say it louder.

That was all Mark needed before crashing his lips on yours, something that’s been a long time coming that you thought would never happen in a million years. His lips feel right against yours. They move perfectly against your own, as Mark already works on the zipper of your dress, finding it hard to resist you any longer. Mark let’s the dress fall to your ankles along with your panties, before disconnecting your lips to eye you up and down. “No bra? So fucking hot y/n you’re trying to kill me” Mark groans before moving you back up against his bed, which you eagerly lay down on waiting for Mark. God how is this happening? After all the years of you wishing Mark was brave enough to want you, finally it’s happening.

Mark quickly throws his shirt to the floor before moving to his pants, his eyes cutting into you during the whole process. “Fuck” you groan when you see your life long neighbour naked in front of you. You didn’t expect him to be this big.

“Like what you see huh?” Mark teases getting on top of you.

Before you can even reply a soft moan escapes your lips when you feel Marks length pressed up against you, his lips nipping at your neck. “Shhh baby you need to be quiet for me okay? Good girl” Mark whispers in your ear as he starts grinding his length against your clit. How the fuck can he tell you to be quiet when he’s grinding on you like that.

“Mark, feels so good” you moan softly, your hands gripping onto his hair and tugging at it, causing Mark to groan before pulling himself back slightly and lining his length up with your entrance.

“You sure you want to” Mark questions, looking at your seriously. No matter how much he’s changed, the real Mark is still there behind it.

“Fuck me already Lee” you groan, dragging him foreword to make out with him more, the feeling of his lips on yours becoming addicting. “Ah Mark” you whimper as he starts filling you up, stretching you out like crazy.

“So fucking tight for me y/n, you’re doing so good for me, such a good girl” Mark praises, pushing deeper and deeper inside while now holding one of your hands, helping you get through the initial tightness. “Fuck baby” Mark groans when he finally bottoms out, beginning to move his hips slowly, his pace picking up quickly. “How long have you wanted me to fuck you like this pretty girl?” Mark asks, his voice deeper than you ever heard it, pinching your nipples as he pounds in to you.

“For fucking ever” you moan, “need you so bad Mark”.

“Hm?” Mark questions, grabbing both of your legs and putting them over his shoulders, fucking you harder and faster than before, “what was that?”.

“Fuck Mark” you nearly scream with pleasure, grabbing the sheets in your hand as tight as you can, “need you so fucking bad Mark y-you make me feel so good Mar- ah Mark I need to cum please fuck Mark I need to cum”

“Shhhhh baby quiet down for me yeah? No cumming yet baby be patient for m-”

“Mark, y/n, dinner is ready I’m about to plate it up come on!” Mrs Lee interrupts her foul mouthed son.

“Fuck sake” Mark complains, pulling out of you suddenly. “Coming now Mom” Mark calls back, before looking at you again, “doggy quick baby, wanna cum with you” Mark demands, dragging you to sit up, placing a quick kiss on your lips before turning you over, shoving your face into his pillow.

Mark waists no time, shoving himself into you within seconds. There’s no slow and steady with Mark this time, Mark fucks you harder than you thought was possible, causing a string of moans to escape your lips, pure gibberish, but your head is empty with the way Mark Lee is making you feel right now. Mark grabs both of your arms, holding your wrists against you back as you feel his pace pick up more, a string of profanities mixed with your name escaping his lips.

“Fuck y/n, jesus christ” he groans, dragging you up so your back is against his chest, his pace not dragging for even half a second.

“Holy fuck Mark” you squeal, your eyes rolling into the back of your head with how fucked out you feel right now, “so fucking good”.

Marks spare hand grabs your neck tight, as if you weren’t struggling to breathe already, “Cum with me baby” Mark whispers in your ear, and not a second passes before you feel Marks hot seed filling you up, causing your own release, the air full of you and Marks helpless moans. “Fucking hell” Mark sighs, his pace coming to a stop, neither of you knowing how that just happened.

Mark pulls out carefully, giving you the room to turn around and face him. Mark scans your face, his expression unreadable. What you weren’t expecting, was mark to softly caress your cheek before kissing you softly again, sending fireworks off in your stomach. It feels meaningful, significant. “You okay?” Mark asks, his eyes soft as he continues caressing your cheek.

“Better than okay” you giggle softly, your hand gently playing with Marks hair, “suddenly summer doesn’t look so bad”.

“Definitely not” Mark chuckles, leaving another soft kiss on your lips.

“Do you think they heard us?” you question, referring to both of your mothers sitting downstairs.

“I don’t know if you heard yourself at the end, but they certainly did” Mark teases, getting up to start the effort to make you both look presentable before heading downstairs.

Who would have thought that sweet, sweet Mark Lee would be such a freak in the sheets.

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prodbymaui · 1 year

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Chasing Stars, Losing You

PAIRING: jung jaehyun x reader

GENRE: exes to lovers, slow burn, angst, slice of life, fluff, eventual smut, ceo!jaehyun (yes, we love him), model!reader

WC: teaser; 371, full fic; 14k+

RELEASE DATE: March 30, 2023

WARNINGS: mentions of eating disorder, smoking, usage of drugs, self-harming

SYPNOSIS: When your relationship got announced, it made noises louder that anyone could've imagined. Of course it will, a pair containing a supermodel and a CEO of one of the most successful enterprise that made a name in both the fashion and business industry. But soon enough, everyone witnessed how the perfect relationship they had been envying crumbled down into tiny pieces until there's nothing left to pick up.

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The industry itself had told you to fuck off and go back to little hole you used to hide at. Stomping over you and shouting you shits to make you realize that you're not fucking worthy of everything they had to offer. The modelling industry, despite you being a supermodel, had broke you into pieces more than one could've ever imagined.

But Jaehyun was there to fix you up, every damn time it happened. Jaehyun who was always there to gather you in his loving arms, whispering praises and assurance. Jaehyun who showered you with nothing but affection. Jaehyun who made you a hot chocolate with snow man marshmallows even though it's summer because he knew it was your favorite.

Jung Jaehyun was your own heart.

''Stop being so fucking far up your ass!'' Screams filled the room as you threw your coat at the man in front you. He was breathing heavily like you are, gripping his hands to a fist.

''All these past months, I've been trying to understand all you shenanigans with your modelling! I even cancelled a fucking meeting with a big client for you! And now you're telling me that all I think about is myself?'' It was like venom dripped out of his mouth as he spit out the words. It hurts but you couldn't care less. You're done pretending as if you're still in a happy and healthy relationship.

Weeks passed by and you were falling deep into a hellhole. You, yourself, doesn't even know if you can trust Jaehyun to save you from it. Considering how he was more determined to bring his company to the top rather than helping you out of your cave, you presume that being with Jaehyun further brought you nothing but more pain and suffering.

Jaehyun doesn't know how you both had come to this. Was it so bad for him to want the best for his company? Was it so bad for him to work on his dreams? Ever since you and him became official, his focus was only on you. So how come he became the selfish one here?

He was no longer your own heart. Instead, he was a walking hammer that smashed your heart into pieces.

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swee7dream · 4 months

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reliance huang renjun x reader | 3.4k words

summary: for someone so insistent on self-reliance, renjun has to deal with you and your drunken escapades a lot more than expected.

genres: romance and poor attempts at comedy

trigger & content warnings: reader gets drunk and i accidentally made renjun lowkey a weirdo. sorry o7 he's still loveable tho i promise

Outside of the usual, this time it only took you two hours to spill what you had called Renjun over the phone in tears that morning. It usually takes around a week, seven heart-wrenching romcoms, and turning on the otherwise never-used essential oil diffuser your mom bought when you first moved out. This time, all you needed was alcohol.

“Stop laughing!”

“I’m not!” Renjun hides his mouth with the back of his hand, but he’s still visibly shaking as he holds onto the edge of the dark oak bar table. “I’m not laughing. I promise.”

“You are such a liar.” You glare over your glass as you take a sip of your drink.

“Okay, so maybe I’m laughing a little bit. You can’t blame me, though. How did your roommate house pigeons of all animals in your apartment for four months without you noticing? Even better, how did your landlord find out before you?”

“I don’t know, okay?! I don’t know…” Your shoulders drop when you sigh. “Is this even legal? I wasn’t the one sneaking animals into the building, it was them! Why am I being kicked out too?”

“I told you they were bad news from the beginning.” Renjun licks the corner of his lips and picks up his glass.

“I will punch you in the gut,” you reply without missing a beat. Your blinks quicken until they come to a full stop, your eyes wide open as if someone had taped your eyelids back. “I might have to move back in with my parents… No…”

“What’s wrong with your parents? They’re great.” Renjun smirks, propping his temple onto the knuckles of his unoccupied hand.

“Great to you, favorite child,” you grumble. “You’ve never had to deal with the never-ending dishwashing of that house. Plus, you know how intense my parents are.”

“Fair enough,” Renjun shrugs, looking away to make eye contact with the bartender and wordlessly asking for a refill with the shake of the melting ice cubes in his cup. “Your dad’s summer training was… rough, to say the least.”

The memories of those hell-like middle school summers still make you shiver. Your father’s voice echoes in your mind as he barks orders on landscaping at you, Renjun, and the other kids in your neighborhood.

‘Get those weeds up from the roots! If you don’t, they’ll grow back up. Ah-! What did I say? Dig into the stones and get those roots out, kid!’

‘No! I said move the large stones to the backyard. I didn’t? Well, you should’ve known what I meant!’

“He’s a green thumb,” Renjun pulls you out of your thoughts to see his glass being refilled with golden rum. “Who doesn’t love a man with a nice garden?”

You just turn and stare at him.

“Are you trying to home-wreck my parents or what? What are you kissing up for?”

“I’m sorry.” He pulls his head back, mock-offended. “It’s not my fault your dad is irresistible. Let me know if your parents are ever looking for a third.”

“Huang! Ren! Jun!” You give a punch to his arm in between each pause. “Don’t be gross.”

“Ow!” He swats your hand away, face contorting into a pout. “Ouch, that hurt.”

“Yeah right.” You roll your eyes before dropping them down to your glass. The tip of your index passes along the rim of it, watching your reflection in the little of your drink remaining.

“Thank you, by the way. Like, seriously. I just called you up and made you cancel your plans so you could listen to me complain and spout nonsense… You didn’t have to do that. But you did. That makes me really happy, so… thanks.”

When you don’t get a response, you raise your head to Renjun staring at you as if you somehow grew a pimple the size of a horse on your face. His hands are pulled close to his chest with his fingers recoiled.

“You know what? Never mind-” You begin to turn back and sigh.

“I’m joking.” He nudges you with his elbow. “Of course I would pull up for you. I didn’t have any plans tonight, but even if I did, I would’ve cancelled them in a heartbeat for you. That’s what we’re supposed to do as each other’s only friends.”

“What? Hey! Okay, no. You are not my only friend. I have other friends.”

“Your mom doesn’t count.”

“Uh, first of all, it’s not just my mom. Second of all, why would my mom not count?! Having a good relationship with your parents is something to be proud of!”

“Yes, but no. She still doesn’t count, I mean. Congrats on your everlasting bond with your mom or whatever.” Renjun’s lips press into a straight line. “Even if she did, though, that’s still only like two people. Me, your mom, who else?”

“My d-”

“If you name any other family member, I promise you I will leave you stranded here.”

You clear your throat, remembering your only chance of getting back home without freezing to death is sitting right next to you.

“Eu…gene?”

“Who?” A giant question mark can be seen over Renjun’s head.

“Oh, come on! You know Eugene. Eugene from the office! The one who memorized my coffee order? He’s super nice. I told you about him!”

“Oh.” Renjun licks his bottom teeth and looks around the bar, clearly disinterested. “Eugene. No.”

“No?”

“No.” He drops his gaze back on you. “People from work don’t count.”

“This game is so rigged.” You throw yourself on the back of your seat. “Why on earth would work friends not count?”

“Don’t call them work friends. You two are not friends,” Renjun complains, messing around with a paper napkin. “You’re more like… work acquaintances.”

“Jun-”

“No, listen to me. You hate your job. I know it, you know it, the kind gentleman behind the bar and his dog both know it.”

“I don’t hate it that much… I only complained once or twice…” you mumble, staring as your pissy friend performs an optical illusion before your eyes, folding up the flimsy paper into a swan.

“What the heck. That’s so cool. Do that with this one.” You take the napkin that was collecting the condensation of your glass and toss it on his hand.

“Ew! Gross, gross, gross. It’s wet!” He tosses it back to you, wiping the back of his hand dry with the opposite sleeve of his coat. Renjun glares at you with unintimidating eyes. “This is why you don’t have any more friends.”

“I told you I do. I have very real work friends.”

“Acquaintances.”

“Friends.”

“You think that guy is stealing funds from the company.”

“I’m all for people getting their hard-earned money.”

“Through stealing?”

“Stealing takes a lot of hard work, Jun.” You look at him as if you had any experience on the subject.

“Right, so you’re admitting you're friends with a criminal?” He raises his eyebrows at you.

Checkmate.

“Eugene and I are… acquaintances. I mean, I wouldn’t buy him a donut if I was at a café or anything.”

“Ah,” Renjun throws his head back, grinning the grin that only a showoff can have. “Acquaintances. Of course.”

“Shut up. We’re pushing thirty. Friends are overrated anyway.” You exhale deeply. “I have more important things to do than ‘hanging out’ with people. Like finding a new apartment within a month so I don’t end up on the street.”

“I thought the plan was moving back in with your parents?”

“That’s plan Z. Right before that is plan Y: committing a crime and gaining federal housing.”

“How about trying plan R before attempting anything that will get you in ‘federal housing’?” Renjun says with air quotes.

“My R?” You stare at him horrified and slam your hand down. “I knew you had a Vocaloid phase. You always denied it. Also, did you really just tell me to go k-”

“No—plan R. For Renjun. Me, I’m Renjun.” He pats his chest. “Why don’t you just come live with me?”

“Live with you…?” Renjun frowns when he sees you slowly bring your hands up to your cheeks, twisting and turning like a schoolgirl with a crush. “A man and a woman under the same roof? Junnie, you animal!”

“Don’t start.” He swats away your hand that faux-abashedly pushes against his arm. “I’m serious, you know?”

“I know.” You quickly settle yourself in your seat. “But I’m gonna have to reject that plan. Thanks though.”

He doesn’t say anything as you bite your tongue, the sly smile dropped into a frown.

“I’m not gonna be a charity case or a nightmare roommate for you, Jun. Especially after my own experience with one,” You explain, rolling your eyes and picking at your nails. “Life is self-reliance. All I needed was a little ranting session to get back on my feet, that’s all.”

“You’re not a charity case. Stop talking like that.” He frowns. “I’m not doing this because I pity you. I’m doing it because I care about you. But fine, you don’t have to say yes. Just know my offer is always on the table.”

“I love you too.” You smile.

“That’s not what I said.”

“That’s basically what you said.” Your hand slides under the bar, interlacing fingers with Renjun.

“No, it’s really not.” He gives your hand a small squeeze.

“It is! You’re basically in love with me.”

You drop your head on his shoulder cheesing; the alcohol leaving your body in the form of giggles.

“Highly doubtable.” Renjun drops his cheek on the top of your head. “Seriously, extremely, highly doubtable.”

“What? What do you mean? I’m great!” You turn your head up to scrunch your nose at him.

“I wouldn’t call a pigeon hoarder great,” He mocks your expression. “I wouldn’t call anyone who’s a messy eater, drinker, and overall human.”

“I wasn’t the one who took care of those birds, and I would really appreciate it if you never said the ‘p-word’ around me ever again.” You feel your cheek get pulled at as he wipes off crumbs from some fries you had before. “And I’m not that messy…”

“Right,” He shakes your head on his shoulder to signal you getting off. “You reek. Let’s go home.”

“Your mom reeks!”

“Okay, you are… hammered.”

Renjun drops a couple of bills on the bar and nods at the bartender in appreciation as he takes one of your arms around his neck, his other hand dropping to your waist.

“Are we dancing? We’re dancing. Like in the ballrooms and stuff.” You start swaying. “Have you ever been ballroom dancing? I’ve never been. I really want to though. It would be nice to wear one of those big quinceañera dresses.”

“We most definitely are not dancing.” Despite his struggles to keep his grip on you, Renjun succeeds in getting you both out of the bar and on the street. “Watch your step. The sidewalk is higher.”

You don’t listen and instead laugh in good inebriated fashion, feeling gravity almost successfully pull you down onto the concrete as you don’t, in fact, watch your step. A groan escapes Renjun’s tightly pressed lips, adjusting his hold on you to continue your trek across the street.

“Pigeons!” You point at the small groups of birds now flying away by your sudden burst out. “Pigeons! You stupid flying rats! I hate you! Gimme my house back!”

Blood rushes to Renjun’s face and he can feel himself begin to sweat with how hot he’s burning. Nobody else is on your same street, but he knows for a fact the people around the corner could hear your voice boom. There’s nothing he wants more than to cover your mouth and muffle the colorful curses coming out of it, but his hands are already full and just focuses on getting you in the car.

“Shut up,” He mumbles as he buckles your seat belt in the passenger seat. You throw your arms over your head and begin smacking your mouth in the most irritating of ways. “Please stop talking.”

“What…?” Your voice comes out small and dejected, bringing flimsy hands to his cheeks. “Why are you being mean to me? I thought you were on my side… You said your offer was always on the table…”

“The offer did not come with a complimentary tolerance for whatever it is you’re doing right now. Let go of me so I can close the door and the heat doesn’t get out.”

“Don’t wanna.” Your lips form an upside-down ‘U.’

“I will bite your hands off.”

“Don’t leave me, Junnie!”

Renjun chokes mid-breath as you force his head into your neck, arms tight around his own.

“I’m not leaving you, you idiot. I’m trying to get behind the wheel so I can take you to your apartment.”

His logic is sound, but a weepy drunk is an unstoppable force that breaks through the strongest of arguments with tears alone.

“You can’t go! You can’t leave me here! I don’t wanna be alone! I don’t even know whose car this is… I don’t wanna get kidnapped by an Uber driver! That’s how all the Investigation ID true crime thingies start!”

“You’re not going to get kidnapped. This is my car, stupid!”

Renjun is forced to wait several minutes until your sleepy and unreasonably strong, drunken grip loosens around his neck. When it does, he can finally get off the uncomfortable seat he has on your lap, legs hanging out the car window and into the street. He stares daggers into your open-mouthed, sleeping figure when he closes the door.

“You’re paying for my wasted heating,” He whispers.

Renjun slams the door and walks back around the car alone, stopping at a blind spot in the rearview mirror. Technically, you are asleep and your eyes are closed. However, you can’t ever be too safe.

A muted yell comes out from deep inside Renjun. His head is thrown back and held in his hands, fingers digging in between pitch-black locks of hair. The winter cold turns his hot breath into vapor right in front of his eyes but he doesn’t stop to watch, making both of his hands come together to stretch his face. The echo of his hands clapping on his cheeks left the burning, awakening sensation he needed to get back in the car.

With the rumbling of the engine humming underneath you two, Renjun grips the wheel and looks out the windshield as if a hit-and-run was on his itinerary for tonight, his left leg bouncing whenever the car stops at a red light.

Unlike you right now, Renjun thinks, he’s not stupid. Renjun is not a boy going through puberty anymore. He knows what these feelings coursing through his body are. He knows that you calling him every time you have a bad day means he’s going to clear his schedule to watch the world’s worst films with you. Believe him, he is well aware of the fact that normal best friends don’t cuddle during movies or hold hands under tables.

They don’t buckle and unbuckle each other in their seats when drunk or carry each other up to their rooms. Normal best friends don’t have keys to each other's apartments or toothbrushes in each other’s bathrooms. Best friends don’t tuck each other into bed on a regular basis.

You two do, though.

And so, Renjun’s face is unreadable as he stands right next to your bed, his legs touching your bedframe. He looms over you like a death-baring gargoyle and you a blissfully ignorant snoozer. His fingers gently brush away the hair on your face while also keeping a tight jaw and furrowed eyebrows that bring a very Renjun-like balance to the otherwise romantic situation.

He moves his hand to hover over your nose, his mind screaming at him the idea to plug your nose until your grandfather-esque snores come to a cease. Until your lips come to a close and your bright eyes search for him in the darkness so you can slap his arm and he feels tingles all over his body from all the tangible and intangible little things you do.

You moan and groan as you wake, struck by a sudden headache that makes you feel every single blood vessel pumping through your brain. You’re thankful when you feel the pillow under your head, the sensation so strong you’re sure you would have fallen to your knees if you had been walking.

“I’m dying…”

“You’re not dying.”

“Jun?”

“It’s just a headache. From your irresponsible drinking tendencies.”

“Why are you in my room?”

“‘Why are you in my room?’ Take a wild guess why and shut up. Take this.” His mockery is harsh but you hear him get on his knees on the internationally-hated itchy carpet of your room to help you sit up straight. Despite the darkness, you see the outline of a glass being handed to you and feel a small pill drop into your other hand.

“You’re such a creep,” you try saying, speaking muffled by the pill on your tongue and later water. “You were watching me sleep? Freak.”

“Oh, you’re right. My bad. Let me just leave you to suffer the consequences of your own actions next time.”

“No!” You’ve had enough consequences lately. “Sorry. I love you. Thanks for the medicine. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Renjun pushes your forehead back from his green sweater. You have this bad habit of glomping on him whenever you want to get your way. You always have him cursing at himself on the way home because most times you succeed.

“You mean it?”

“Uh-huh! Yeah, I mean it! You’re the best best friend ever!” you whisper-yell, not wanting your headache to stick any more needles in your head. “Thank you for not dumping me on the street.”

“Even though I should’ve.”

“Even though you should’ve,” you repeat, letting go and throwing yourself back on your bed. “Thank you, thank you, thank you…”

And in the middle of the night, the clock in the hallway ticking its way to one in the morning, Renjun decides to take the leap.

“I love you too.” He whispers, after a few minutes of silence.

“And yes, in that way,” he adds. “Let’s not go around in circles, please. I love you romantically the same way I know you love me romantically. I’ve known you since you were seven. I can read you like a book.

“I know you have this whole ego thing that won’t let you accept… this until you have your own place again because ‘life is self-reliance’ and ‘dependence is cringe’ or whatever so don’t feel stressed or anything like that.

“I’ll wait. I’ve been waiting. I’m actually a patient man, even if I don’t act like it. You know how I am, I won’t try to pull anything to rush you into a decision. I’ll just keep doing us the way we’ve been doing us since the start, okay? No pushing, no rushing, no pressure.”

Renjun ends his monologue with the groan of a hundred-year-old beast as he stands up, back aching as if he aged forty years in one night.

“I know you can hear me, by the way. You suck at pretending to be asleep. Good night.”

You hear the door creaking and see the light of the living room sneak in and out through your closed lids as the door clicks shut once more.

Heart in your throat, blood rushes in violent thumps up to your face and turns your breathing heavy. Your fingers crinkle the sheets in your grip as you bring them over your head. They come up and down again once you feel your body growing too hot for them. Your roommate’s creepy-crawly cat clock out in the hallway keeps ticking and you smell a soft hint of pigeon poop in the air.

Your best friend just confessed to you in your pigeon-infested apartment at one in the morning. It truly doesn’t get much more romantic than this.

a/n: THIS FIC TOOK SO LONG FOR WHAT. anyway shout out to glomp. has to be one of my favorite non-words. i'm going on a trip next week and won't be able to write/post so that's why this fic is a little longer than the usual! i realize i keep cycling through the same three tropes so i'm hoping the change of scenery will give me new ideas...

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ljxlj48 · 10 months

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[12:23] ‘I wanna put you in seven positions for seventy minutes, you’ll get it babe’

You were listening to music in the background as you finished your makeup. Getting ready for a night out with Jeno’s friends for one of their birthdays. You weren’t exactly paying attention to the music playing, but since Jeno had finished getting ready over 20 minutes ago, he was paying attention.

“Seven positions?” Jeno questioned gaining part of your attention.

“What?” you asked, as you tried to finish the lining of your lips.

“The song, seven positions, seventy minutes?”

You couldn’t help but smirk just a little, “we both know you can last longer than seventy minutes,” you turned to focus all of your attention on your boyfriend.

“Yeah, but what about seven positions?” Jeno asked as his eyes raked up and down your figure. You could’ve sworn you saw his pupils dilate, looking darker than ever.

You raised a brow at your boyfriend, as he stalked his way towards. “Seven positions for seventy minutes?” Jeno asked once again in a whisper.

You knew you could handle Jeno for seventy minutes, but you didn’t know if you could handle him in seven different positions.

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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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sadnightforus · 3 months

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coworker and enemy!yangyang who has been a pain in your ass ever since you joined the company in late September. He was your supervisor and he was helpful and nice before you got switched to be under Kun's wing. ever since that incident, he starts messing with you and your mind.

coworker and enemy!yangyang who looks for an opportunity to jap and even throw a smart remark at you whenever you both are together. You’ve grown so used to his behavior overtime that you aren’t fazed by what he was doing anymore. You began to throw remarks at him too and humiliate him at times for him to have a taste of his own medicine.

coworker and enemy!yangyang who purposely messes up your work items and hide your lunches so he’ll have a reason to say ‘haha loser you look like you’re about to die’ and you’ll be forced to sit through an empty stomach, insanely worn out from both work and his antics.

coworker and enemy!yangyang who always bickers in your social media posts even though you both don’t follow each other. You reciprocate the same energy and oftentimes, even go as far to mess with other people who attempted to flirt in his comment to show him that he will never win this silly little game easily.

coworker and enemy!yangyang who becomes much more meaner when you started getting closer to Sicheng, who is a new member of the team from the other department, and he seems to notice and like you too. He would go as far to say you’re unattractive and not compatible with Sicheng, which you both know is a total lie, but for some reason, you got affected by what he said.

coworker and enemy!yangyang who became worried as you began to be so much more quieter, distant and you stopped responding to his antics as your attention is solely directed on your works. He instantly feels like shit and even filled with rage when he notices that you have become much more affectionate with Sicheng too.

coworker and enemy!yangyang who often punches the pillows and gets drunk, murmuring about how he hates that you’re so distant and looks at Sicheng like he’s your world while Yangyang himself probably amounts to nothing in your eyes and he wishes that you’d reciprocated his love too.

coworker and enemy!yangyang who gets drunk and complains to his friends about how you have heart eyes for another ‘scumbag’ in his company, slurring all of his drunken thoughts about how he has been in love with you for so long and he just doesn’t know how to express all of those thoughts properly so he resorted to picking on you instead. He was mad that instead of you noticing him, you gave attention to another worthless guy who doesn’t deserve a dime of your time.

coworker and enemy!yangyang who one day works late overtime and gets out, thinking no one would be in the building. Surprisingly, he spots you, who seems to be equally as beaten down by the work as him. He walks to you, doesn’t have the heart to tease as it has been so long and you’re startled by how quiet he has become right at this moment.

coworker and enemy!yangyang who strangely enjoys the comfortable silence, without bickering just once as you both are taking a long walk, exiting the company’s ground. He was doing good until you hit him with the question ‘So.. a little birdie that you like me. Is that correct?’ in the most teasing voice ever and he swears he wants to die.

coworker and enemy!yangyang who begins to panic, while wondering who could be the snitch on him as his mouth quickly responds ‘No I don’t, you’re just egoistical.’ to which you respond with ‘Oh yeah? Then why have you been raving about how pretty I am to your friends and how you hate Sicheng so much?’

coworker and enemy!yangyang who becomes silent as he knows you have defeated him in this, then you laugh, the loudest and most genuine laugh he had ever heard since he knew you. ‘That’s my cousin, you’re so dumb.’ Then you laugh even harder, as you continue speaking ‘If you pay attention, you’d notice that I use Sicheng to get back at you for being emotionally constipated and bullying your crush as your love language.’

coworker and enemy!yangyang who becomes red in the face as he gets exposed as he tries to speak ‘Wait! I can explain-‘ and he just ends up stuttering half way when he does. You find it adorable how he has a new different side to him.

coworker and enemy!yangyang who becomes ecstatic once he heard the ‘You know, I think you’re so dumb that you never really noticed I like you either the way I harassed at least half of the girls who follows you on Instagram’ and he doesn’t care for anything else as he leans in to kiss your cheeks.

coworker and enemy!yangyang who ends up working his courage to ask you out on a date and finally working out on getting his enemy as his baby.

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A/N: it's probably better if i write an au but I can't handle it so enjoy.

reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated!

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