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haechwrites · 9 months
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undercut - L.MK
idol!mark lee x reader
wc: ~1.2k
warnings: nothin. kisses. fluff.
A/N: MARK UNDERCUT!!!!!!!!!! I NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT OF MY SYSTEM also ive been extra delulu don't mind me.
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“Can I come over? I’ll ask hyung to drop me off at yours.” I could hear the cars passing by him, louder than I expected the city streets to be at 3 am.
“You don’t have a schedule for tomorrow?” I ask, barely holding the phone between my head and shoulder. For some reason, I thought it’d be a good idea to paint my nails at this hour. 
“Also blue or red?” I cut him off before he can answer my previous question. I clink the nail polish bottles in my hands.
“Blue. And nooo, it’s my off day…” And then he’s quiet, I can hear his nerves through the phone.
“You want me to say ‘yes,’ don’t you?” I smirk, hoping he can feel my teasing nature from his end. 
He groans, annoyed that I’m making it difficult for him and I bite my lip to stop myself from giggling. He’s such a baby.
“Of course I want my girlfriend to say ‘yes’ to me asking to come over. Are you insane?” I listen to him huff and I can sense the text I’m about to get from Renjun, telling me to get Mark to quit whining.
“So dramatic,” I snicker. I start to pack up the nail polish, already knowing he’ll be here in five minutes regardless of my answer. “You’re on your way, right?”
I’m met with silence and I hesitate putting my clear coat back in the cabinet.
“I’m outside.”
“Of course you are. No respect for my decisions I see.” In contrast to my words, my heart is actually racing. I almost slide across the floor at how fast I run to the buzzer.
“Just open the door,” Mark whines some more and I can hear the buzz from the other side. I hang up the phone and open the door, ready to see his face.
It’s been a week since I’ve last seen him, if you’re not counting the facetime calls at random hours – he’s lucky my job isn’t strict on my phone use. I never know how much I miss Mark Lee until he’s busy with his hectic schedules. It took me awhile to accept and appreciate the nature of our relationship. Mark thanks me whenever he can for putting up with his lifestyle. What he doesn’t know is that I love him so much that I can easily make his lifestyle mine. Even if that means seeing him randomly at 3 am on a Wednesday.
I poke my head out and I see a figure stalk down the hallway, a hoodie hiding his head. 
“Psst,” I whisper and his head lifts to find my voice. He speedwalks over and I tug him in, carefully closing my front door.
“You know I know where you live right? Like I won’t get lost,” Mark laughs, leaving no time to pull me in for a hug. I feel my muscles relax into his and I don’t realize how much I needed it. His time. His space. Him. 
The more I soften in his embrace, the tighter his arms squeeze. “You’re precious cargo. Gotta make sure my man arrives safely.”
“Your man?” Mark leans back to show me how happy my word choice made him. Even on his tired face, his smile shines brightly. No eye bags can hide the gleam of his brown eyes.
I roll my eyes and slap his chest. “You heard me, weirdo. Stop acting like it’s new news.”
“Ahhh,” He lifts my feet off the ground to nuzzle into me some more. “I can’t help that it sounds so good.”
“You know what else sounds good?” I ask when he puts me down. “A movie sesh.”
I split from his embrace, scurrying to the kitchen to hide the new dust of pink on my cheeks. The effect he has on me never wears off, even after all this time. It’s almost embarrassing.
“Ah, my girl’s a genius,” I hear his feet chase after me to hug me from behind as I grab a pack of popcorn from the cabinets. I can feel his soft breathing on my shoulder and it feels unreal that he’s physically here. I can actually feel his chest rise and fall against my back. I’ve gotten so used to listening to him fall asleep on the phone.
“Your girl?” I mock.
“Shut up.” Mark mutters into my shoulder. I reach back to stroke his hair when I’m met with the fabric of his jacket.
“Why do you still have your hoodie up?” I twist around in his arms to face him and his head swiftly repositions to fall into my chest. I try to push his head back up, but he’s stubborn.
“What are you hiding, Mark Lee?” I flick his head and he exclaims.
“Ow! Why are you so violent?” He finally looks up and I flip his hoodie back before he could protest again.
It’s gone. His hair.
“Your hair.” 
Mark looks down at me shyly, biting his lip. I watch him run his hand through his undercut, focusing on the fact that it’s so short his black strands don’t file through his fingers anymore. Or that his ends don’t slightly curl around the nape of his neck. He even has etchings shaved into the sides. I can’t remember if I already knew about this and saw it over facetime or if it’s a new change to his appearance. Maybe it’s been longer than a week since I saw him last. The shock on my face is evident.
He squeezes my hip to bring me back. “You like it?” So it is new.
Mark grabs one of my hands and guides it through his haircut. It almost hurts with how prickly it is, but it’s fun. It’s new. And the way he sighs into my hands makes my chest tighten. 
“It’s… it’s kinda hot.” I take both of my hands and run them through, not really missing how easy his hair was to tug before. It’s a new look and I can tell he’s confident in it. I wonder if I could get him to shave my initials next time. 
“Yeah?” Mark stands up straighter, a fiery look in his eyes as he watches me admire his cut. My fingertips dance across the hair. I barely miss the way his tongue swipes across his lips.
“Yeah, I love it.” I can’t contain my smile, and he chuckles at my reaction. He tugs my waist in closer before planting a long kiss on my cheek. “I can see your pretty face so much better.”
He groans, letting his head fall into the side of my neck, nipping at my skin instinctively. I snicker at his reaction, letting my fingers massage his scalp.
“You’re killing me,” he says, almost like a whisper. I pull his face in front of me, watching the shy pout form on his lips. I give him a peck and watch him chase my mouth for more.
“Ditto.” I admit, caving into his cry for more kisses.
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haespoir · 10 months
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cave me in: mkl.
⨯ pairing: plug!mark x reader
⨯ word count: 1.3k 
⨯ summary: haechan introduces you to his dealer friend, and mark lee makes it so hard to keep the relationship strictly business. not that you minded anyways. 
⨯ warnings: mentions of drugs (weed), some suggestive content, i think thats it enjoy :3
⨯ playlist: cave me in, gallant / half moon, dean / wfm, realestk 
⨯ extra content: part two
⨯ a/n: im completely normal about mark lee i swear ty @markonthemoon​ for furthering my completely normal feelings about mark lee... there might be a part two. 
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It had been at least 3 hours since you had picked up edibles from Mark. Three whole ass hours, and yet he was still laying on his bed feeling less than whole. Who did you buy them for? Were you getting high with someone else? Was it a guy? 
The first time Haechan had introduced you to him he didn’t pay it any mind. You were a close friend of the younger male’s situation-ship… Whatever the fuck that was. But it was no more than that in his eyes. You were someone who occasionally bought from him, and you were always so polite about it too. And for some unknown reason, or at least unknown to him, that bothered him. A few weeks later, a not-so-sober conversation with Haechan revealed that Mark had a crush on you. One he denied vehemently. Though he guessed out of everyone he sold to, you were the most ideal to date. 
Who the fuck said anything about dating? 
Mark shakes his head as if to rid himself of such wild thoughts. “I’m just hungry,” he says to himself, thinking of ways he could fill that empty void in his stomach. If only he knew, there was no amount of food that would help him feel whole. He grabs his phone, shooting a quick text to someone who knew would also be high at this time. 
mark [11:48 pm]: ramen?  jungwoo [11:50 pm]: and netflix?  jungwoo [11:50 pm]: mark… are you asking me to hook up?  jungwoo [11:51 pm]: say less baby i’m otw!  mark [11:53 pm]: dude what mark [11:53 pm]: no, just ramen  jungwoo [11:55 pm]: mark lee you want me so bad  mark [11:57 pm]: hurry before i change my mind
Jungwoo’s texts cause Mark to roll his eyes, but he grabs his keys. “Yo, Haechan,” he calls out, peeking into the male’s LED-lit room. On his monitor, he sees a discord call and what he believes is your profile picture. Why were you on call with him? “I’m going get ramen with Zeus, want anything?” 
“Nah, I’m going over to my girl’s in a bit,” Haechan replies, smoothly muting the call as he gives his roommate his attention. “I’ll just see you in the morning?” Mark hums, and he’s out the door quickly. He doesn’t want to even think about the relationship between you and Haechan, not when there’s a green little monster creeping through his veins. 
Once Haechan is sure Mark is gone, he’s unmuting the call. “Personally, I think he’s into you.” 
Though he can’t see it, you’re rolling your eyes. “Haechan, you’re just saying that. You’re tired of me third wheeling?” 
“Listen... Your words, not mine, sweetheart,” he says simply. 
“Whatever dude,” you sigh, rolling onto your side on your bed. “Have fun with your shawty. I’m going to sleep.” 
“Just ask him to smoke you out or something,” Haechan says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world to do. “I’m leaving.” 
You hear the noise of him leaving the call before you can even reply, and you’re once again rolling your eyes. You didn’t understand how your friend was into Haechan. What a fucking brat. 
I mean, you can’t just ask someone to smoke you out, right? Isn’t that something that’s offered? You groan loudly at the thought, locking your phone and tossing it on the floor. “Fuck you, Haechan,” you think bitterly. Why the hell did he have to put that godforsaken idea in your mind? 
Because the idea doesn’t leave your mind for weeks after that night. Every time you buy from Mark, you find it harder and harder to deny your attraction to the male. His actions don’t help much either. In fact, you’re convinced you’re delusional. There was no other reason. 
You had mentioned you liked rice krispie treats, and suddenly Mark has rice krispie treat edibles. With extra marshmallows no less.  
One time you heard your friends complaining that Mark had increased his prices. Which was odd because you were spending less on weed than you ever had before. Maybe they were just buying more? 
Or sometimes there’s a small baggie of only the clear gummy bears with the things you buy from him. It’s not like you had told him that the only valid flavor of gummy bears was the clear ones. 
These things weren’t just coincidences, right? Or were they? Haechan also liked marshmallow treats, so maybe they were for him. You had taken a liking to edibles, so you weren’t smoking as much as you used to. Meaning you were spending less money anyways. And Mark said that he liked the red gummy bears the most, so surely, you were just getting the ones he didn’t like. 
You let out a loud groan, ignoring the call from Haechan on Discord. Instead, you opt to shove your face into your pillow before letting out a small scream. Mark Lee was driving you absolutely crazy. 
Perhaps if you picked that call up, the text messages that flashed on your screen 30 minutes later would not have sent you into the panic that they did. 
mark [12:20 am]: yo mark [12:20 am]: i got a new strain  mark [12:20 am]: let me smoke you out? 
Maybe Haechan wasn’t a brat, and maybe you would thank him for this at your wedding years later. But none of that matters when Mark Lee is asking to smoke you out. 
you [12:29 am]: uh yea you [12:29 am]: my place?  mark [12:32 am]: say less mark [12:32 am]: i’ll bring your favorite gummies
He does bring them, and he does smoke you out. Which is why you find yourself in the position that you do. You’re sitting on the floor in your living room, your cheek pressed against Mark’s knee as he sits on your couch. You swear he looks perfect from this angle; his hair is pushed back by a headband he had stolen from you a few days ago, claiming he thought it was like a personal head massage device. You can see the way his eyes are slightly red, and you’re sure yours look exactly like his. Most importantly, his neck is on display, and you want to do nothing more than mark it up. It takes everything in you to not climb into his lap and do exactly that. 
“You look like a puppy,” Mark says, running his fingers through your hair, stopping when he reaches your ear. He’s rubbing small circles on your earlobe with this thumb, his eyes drinking in the sight of you. “My puppy.” 
God, Mark Lee was dangerous. Absolutely lethal. You groan at his words, pressing your face into his thigh to hide away from him. Unfortunately for you, this has the opposite effect, and there is no such thing as hiding from him. The sight of you nearly burying your face into his lap like this does wonders for Mark’s confidence. 
“Come here.” It’s a demand from him, and it’s one that you quickly listen to as he guides you to straddle his lap. In this new position, Mark’s hands quickly go to your thighs; the grip he has is almost bruising. But you don’t mind it, not when Mark’s got his head resting on the back of your couch and he’s staring at you in a way that makes you nervous. 
“Sorry for making you wait,” he says, and you’re feeling a bit confused. “Haechan might have given me a hint or two.” 
The confusion is gone quickly; you were going to strangle that kid. 
Mark laughs at the look on your face, easily reading the emotions as if you were an open book to him. “Don’t think about it, we’ve got a lot of time to make up for.” 
And when Mark Lee presses a kiss against your jaw, his hands traveling under your shirt, you know you’re done for. 
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avianyuh · 5 months
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Tattoos; Yuta Nakamoto
{A/N; what inspired this was my Dating Yuta post (btw ty for all the support on that) but idk there's just something about Yuta that always gets me. But anyways, I think I had mentioned something about tracing his tattoos in that post, and I just wanted to expand on that idea so I hope you <3 it. Though it is kind of short. I guess this is the one shot I kept saying I was going to write. THIS IS NOT SMUT, but it's a lil suggestive because for my scorpio king, I had to make this a little 'shmexy' :))))) Okay, anyways hope you enjoy, Mwahhhhh}
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Yuta had been home for a few days, which had always been a rarity in your relationship.
He was a hard worker and very dedicated to his job. But that meant that you didn't get to see him as much as you would have liked.
But the past few days, you've had him all to yourself.
This meant that you would barely let him get out of bed.
You just wanted to have him as close to you as possible. He was your baby, your love. You wanted to make sure that before you sent him back off into the world of long hours dancing, and touring, doing interviews and endless promotions, you made sure he knew how much you loved him.
Especially his relatively new tattoos. Since he had gotten them, you had been obsessed. You didn't think he could possibly have gotten any more attractive than he already was but yet, here you were.
Which brings you to now. One of your last days off with Yuta.
He was lying in bed and you were on top of him. He was laughing as you were planting kisses all over his face. You also began to slowly unbutton his shirt, continuing to kiss him by making your way down to his chest.
He inhaled sharply, giving you the intense stare you loved so much.
You hummed as you slowly caressed his toned stomach with your hands, feeling the definition of his abs.
You continued to kiss down his stomach, then to his abdomen and finally made your way down to his hips, where his tattoos were situated.
You moved yourself off of him, and sat down, criss crossed to his side.
You started to delicately trace his butterfly tattoo, that happened to be your favorite one of his. The you moved your hand a little lower so you were tracing over the words 'No Apologies' tattoed on his skin. You took your time on each word. Yuta watched you, the feeling of your finger lightly tracing his skin made his eyes flutter closed for a few seconds. He opened his eyes, looking at the clock on the nightstand. It was only 2:30 in the afternoon, he couldn't fall asleep. "Y/nnnn, you're making me sleepy", he said, nudging you with his free hand. You giggled as you crawled over him to move to the other side so you could continue to trace his other tattoos. "Why do you like my tattoos so much?", Yuta asked you quietly, trying to hold back his smile.
"I don't know", you shrugged, "They're all so pretty and they make you happy and seeing you happy about them makes me happy. Plus...I think they're hot", he laughed at your response, appreciating your honesty. Yuta wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he loved knowing that he had the ability to get you all worked up over him. Especially with something as miniscule as a few tattoos. He sat up in bed and reached over for you, pulling you into his lap. Kissing your cheek. Then he took your chin in his grasp and moved your face a little to the side so he had access to your lips. He kissed you and then let go.
"I love you", he said, before moving his lips down to your neck.
"I love you too", you said in a whisper, closing your eyes and turning your neck to the side, giving him more access.
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breadcatcreations · 1 year
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Taste
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Jaemin’s hand was tangled in your hair and he sucked harshly on your neck, “already taste so good angel,” he whispered against your skin.
A soft drawn out whimper leaves your lips. “Jaem~,” you hummed out. “Please”
A menacing chuckle leaves his lips. “Sluts already asking for more, we just started.” Jaemin tugged you closer by your belt loops. He pressed his nose against you neck, inhaling. “God~,” he breathed out. “Your amazing, what did i do in life to get you,” he groaned this against your ear. Biting softly.
You rubbed your thighs together to gain some friction. He notices slipping his hand in between your thighs, holding one of them in place. Jaemin places a kiss on your neck before looking up at you. “Jaemin please,” you whined starring into his deep eyes.
“God I love you,” Jaemin murmured before crashing your lips together, teeth hitting teeth, and tongue on tongue. He trails the kiss down your neck, nipping softly.
Sweet moans and whimpers leave your lips. “Jaemin~~ I want you,” you whined out. Jaemin pressed one last kiss against your neck, looking into your eyes. “All you had to do was ask baby,” his smirk reached his eyes, as he watched you unravel at his touch.
“That’s my baby,” he whispered
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noonaishere · 5 months
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Work of Art [J.JH] - epilogue four - something like two years later
You and Jaehyun loved your apartment in Seoul, the placement, the convenience, but eventually it just couldn’t keep up with your needs: you had a curious baby who, on more than one occasion, crawled into your studio and came out covered in oil paints she then tracked all over the floor; Jaehyun wanted to practice choreography at home and there was no space and neighbors who came up to complain when they felt he was making too much noise; and those two points didn’t even matter, because your paintings eventually breached the confines of your studio and began to intrude into the rest of the place like an invasive species. You had outgrown your beloved little apartment, and needed a bigger place.
Not even a year after you had given birth, you had made the decision to buy a house and move to a quiet neighborhood that was a little closer to his parents as well. The proximity to them was convenient not only because they loved baby sitting, often coming over to watch the baby so you could paint without being interrupted constantly, but because his parents were genuinely lovely people and you loved being around them. Of course, they’d have to be if they raised someone like your husband.
“Be good for grandma, okay?” You kissed your daughter on the forehead as she groggily nodded yes and you handed her off to Jaehyun’s mom.
Anna gave both of the twins a kiss and told them to behave themselves. While your child was already tired from running around with her “cousins” all afternoon, her kids were a little older and still had some energy left. They were currently drawing a picture together.
“I’ll get them all to bed on time, don’t worry,” Jaehyn’s mom smiled.
You returned the smile. “Thank you, Omma.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Jeong.” Anna smiled.
“Have fun with your friends, you two.” She said as she sat at the table across from the twins.
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“Jae’s mom is so sweet,” Anna said as the two of you walked down the stairs to join the others.
“Mhm. Oh my god, I remember being so nervous when I met his parents. I was like this… dumbass American kid who purposefully orphaned herself from her family and now their son was about to present that mess of a person to them like, ‘Hey, I love this person.’ I was shitting myself.”
Anna laughed.
“But they liked me?” You widened your eyes at her, miming the astonishment you felt when they didn’t just not present you with an envelope of money as a bribe to stop knowing their son, they actually liked you and welcomed your presence.
She laughed again and swatted at you. “Didn’t they like you a lot when you finally met them?”
“Oh yeah. He told them all about me so: I didn’t even know I had a reputation, but it had already preceded me.” You chuckled as the two of you reached the bottom of the stairs and you turned the hall light off as you made your way to the kitchen. “And then his mom was all cute and weepy like, ‘If you ever need a mom, I can be your mom,’ and we both ended up crying.”
“Aww.”
“How’s your mom by the way? How’d the surgery go?”
“Oh, she’s doing great. Her and my dad want to visit once she’s okay to fly.”
“Would they want to come out here at all? We can maybe barbecue in the backyard and the kids can run around.”
“Oh, could we do that? It’d be so much better than having everyone over at our place.”
“That’s why I offered.” You laughed as the two of you walked into the kitchen. “As my oldest and most important friend, of course we can barbecue here.”
“We’re barbecuing?” Jaehyun asked as he arranged snacks onto a tray.
“Anna’s parents might visit soon and I offered our place for barbecuing. Do you mind?”
He shook his head with a smile. “Of course not. I love your parents, Anna.”
She smiled.
“And we’re of a singular mind,” Jaehyun said as you walked over to steal a snack and he seized the moment to kiss you on the cheek.
Anna chuckled. “If you two are going to be like this, I’m going to go wait for everyone else.” She left for the living room.
“You’ve chased our friend away,” you giggled as he went in for a second kiss. 
“Had to happen at some point.”
He chased your lips with his own as you tried to dodge him, laughing as he tried to get you. He pulled you close and buried his face in your neck, you draped your arms over his shoulders with a chuckle and rubbed his back for a moment. 
“You okay?”
He nodded into your neck before pulling away. “I want to see our friends, but I’m suddenly wishing we were having ‘alone time’ instead.” You snorted a laugh. “But this is the first time we’ve seen everyone since, like…” You had to think for a second, you almost couldn’t remember. You narrowed your eyes at him for a moment as you thought, unable to come to the answer. “...Since everyone came over to see the baby for the first time-- I think?”
He buried his face in your neck again and said something you couldn’t hear.
“I’m sorry? Was I meant to understand that?” You laughed.
He pulled back again and leaned his forehead against yours. “I don’t care. I want to be with my wife.”
You exhaled a laugh and headbutted him gently. “Such a whiny boy.” “Maybe.”
“Well, it’s Friday, so maybe we can convince your mom to take Yuri tomorrow and get some time to ourselves for the weekend.”
“Promise?”
“I mean, I can’t because she’s the one who has to say yes or no, but we can try asking.”
He hummed happily and kissed your neck. 
“Sir, we’re having company soon. Actually, we have company already.”
He whined and pulled back so he could show you how angry he was at your rebuff: he furrowed his eyebrows together and frowned.
“Oh my god, so scary. What an intimidating presence.”
He furrowed his brows harder and scrunched up his nose.
“Oh my god. Were I wearing boots, I would be quaking in them. How will I ever recover from this-- this-- terrifying being?”
He laughed and sighed.
You patted his shoulders to get him to focus. “The kiddo and the twins are in bed or at least occupied, and your mom is watching them--”
“You mean Table?”
You laughed. He'd never let you live it down. “Sure.”
“You’re the one who wanted to confuse people,” he laughed.
You smiled. “Well, you picked a better name than I ever could,” you kissed his cheek, “good job, bestie.” You extracted yourself from his embrace 
“Bestie?” He asked incredulously.
You smiled and opened a bag of chips so you could empty them into a bowl. 
He scoffed and walked around the room, pretending to pay attention to everything but you, before launching himself at you and pinning you between himself and the counter.
“Stop stop stop,” you slapped at his hands as he held onto the counter, “everyone else is going to be here soon.”
“You should have thought of that before kissing me~” He sing-songed as he tried to plant kisses on your face that you, giggling, evaded.
“Jae,” you whined, “Anna is in the other room and I have to put chips in a bowl; very important.”
“More important than my kisses?”
“Much.”
He made a face of false offense and made sure you saw it.
“Do you know how many chips go bowl-less every year? Too many.”
“What would you do, if there was a chip, right in front of you?”
“In the arms… of… an angel…” you warbled in the worst singing voice you could muster.
“Oh my god,” he laughed and hugged you from behind,” I’m going to put that on Soundcloud and make you famous.”
You laughed loudly. “I’m a whiteboy Soundcloud rapper! ‘Skrrt! Skrrt! My daddy never loved me and now I have bad feelings about women and have to make it everyone else’s problem!’ Let go, I have to start my career! Skrrt!”
“Skrrt! Skrrt!”
“Skrrt!”
He laughed and held onto you as you tried to struggle, both of you laughing like idiots as you “Skrrt”-ed at each other and he only landed half the kisses he was trying to plant on you.
“Ah-HEM.” The two of you heard and Jaehyun turned to see who it was, pulling away from the counter and turning you as well.
Johnny laughed. “Are you going to flirt with your wife the whole time, Jeffery, or are you actually going to say hi to your guests?”
“Wave for us,” Jaehyun said and lifted you so you could wave with your feet.
You waved with your feet.
“Hi, y/n.” He laughed as he put the drinks he arrived with on the counter. “I’m going to say hi to my babies, but before I do, this is Mark Lee, a friend I met while DJing. He’s Canadian so don’t be afraid to act like a foreigner around him.” Johnny presented him to you before leaving for the upstairs portion of the house.
“Ahh, vous êtes Canadien?”
“Huh?”
You chuckled. “Hi, Mark Lee from Canada,” you said before waving again. “I’m y/n, this is my husband, Jaehyun. I’m from the US and he lived in America for four years.”
“Hi,” he awkwardly came over and shook your hand. He looked at Jaehyun, confused.
“Honey, let go of me and shake his hand,” you laughed.
He finally let go of you and you helped Anna unpack the drinks. Jaehyun shook Mark’s hand.
“This is a nice house.” “Thank you.” 
They stood together awkwardly. “Why don’t you show him around?” You suggested. “Mark, are you a DJ?”
“Oh-- Actually I’m a rapper.” You laughed. “Maybe Jae can show you his studio, then.”
“Oh-- Yo, you have your own studio?” Mark asked Jaehyun, excited.
“Yeah. Want to see?”
“Of course! Jaehyun, let’s see that studio, son!”
You laughed loudly as they walked away.
“My husband finds the weirdest people.” Anna said, shaking her head.
“I think you mean he finds the best people,” you corrected.
She laughed. The doorbell rang and both of you went over to the intercom to check who it was. Seeing the rest of your friend group standing there, you opened the door and let them all in.
“Hi! Did you all come together?”
“No,” Eunji said as the two of you hugged, “somehow we all arrived at the same time.”
You laughed as Jungwoo gangster-cat-walked his way into the house before giving you a hug as well. 
“Was traffic bad?” Anna asked.
“Not too terrible,” Taeyong answered as he walked in with Yuta behind him.
“Did you get my files for the multimedia exhibition?” Yuta asked you.
“I did. I think I was breastfeeding at the time and swiped it away by accident, but I’ll look on Monday.”
“Why not tomorrow?”
You narrowed your eyes at him. 
He narrowed his eyes back.
“It’s the weekend, my dude.”
“You can still look, my dude.”
“But my dude wants to fool around, my dude--”
“Okay, I was going to make a joke like, ‘Were you breastfeeding Jae or the baby?’ but I didn’t know I would be given that information.” 
You laughed loudly and slapped him on the arm.
“I have to go to Japan next week and I was hoping you’d look at it before then.”
“Then why’d you send it on a Friday afternoon?”
“I was--”
“He was bothering me all week about the music for the exhibition,” Johnny said as he came down the stairs. “That’s why.”
“Ohh…” you said and raised your eyebrows at Yuta.
“What a traitor,” he said back to Johnny.
Johnny shrugged and walked over to give Anna a hug and kiss. 
“What’s that for?”
“The beautiful mother of my beautiful children.”
She laughed softly and rolled her eyes.
“Did your beautiful wife tell you that our firm picked up another project?” Jungwoo asked.
Johnny turned to Anna. “No she didn’t?”
Anna scowled at Jungwoo.
“Oh-- sorry.”
“Jungie,” Eunji sighed.
“Sorry.”
“Am I not supposed to know?” Johnny asked.
Anna sighed. “I had reserved a table at a nice restaurant so I could tell you and we could celebrate in a little style.”
He put his arms around her. “Aww, babe, we can still do that.”
“But now it’s not a surprise.”
“...What’s not a surprise?”
You snickered.
She looked up at him, her brows furrowed.
He looked back, doe-eyed in false confusion.
She sighed. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, but I don’t know what you’re thanking me for.”
She sighed and hugged him.
Johnny turned them both so he could get her walking towards the dining room, and winked at Jungwoo in as they passed him.
Jungwoo shrugged apologetically. Eunji hit him on the arm.
“What?”
“You know she likes to surprise him.”
“I thought she told him already.”
“You should have asked.”
“I said I was sorry.”
“Do you not celebrate a new project?” Taeyong asked.
“I-- we do-- but…” Jungwoo stuttered.
Eunji raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s uh… more lowkey.”
Taeyong looked at them in confusion for a moment before realizing what they meant. “Okay, well--” and left for the dining room.
“Yet another thing I didn’t need to know.” Yuta said and followed him.
You laughed and linked your arms in theirs. “Come on, you crazy, childless lovebirds.”
Eunji laughed softly. “Speaking of, can we watch the peanut again? She was so funny last time.”
“I know you’re not warming up to the idea of having kids.”
“Our Eunji? Never.” Jungwoo laughed.
“Listen, I heard every pregnancy horror story my grandmother, aunts, and mom all went through, I am so good. But Yuri’s cute when she’s awake and playing. You can have her back when she poops or cries or whatever.”
You laughed. “Rent-a-baby.”
“Exactly. I’m like a fun aunt: I watch her when she’s fun, you can have her back when she’s work. And then I’ll go home to my quiet and my cute husband.”
Jungwoo blew her a kiss.
You laughed again. “I love you two.”
She hugged you as you walked into the dining room. Anna and Johnny were setting up the food and snacks and getting the drinks ready. Jaehyun and Mark were coming back from the studio.
“And where’d you get the yellow one?”
“The Behringer? Amazon, honestly.”
“Oh, no doubt.” He made a note in his phone.
“You can get some really interesting distortion effects if you just fuck around with it for a bit.”
“Expensive?”
“Not really.”
“No doubt, no doubt.” He saw Johnny. “Amazon, more like AmaJon!” He laughed and gave Johnny a handshake hello.
“Mark, I’m literally the one who invited you.”
“You gotta be cordial, you gotta be cordial, you know? And me, I gotta be cordial.”
Cordial? You mouthed to Jaehyun.
He widened his eyes and shrugged as he walked over, and kissed you on the head. He whispered into your ear: “He’s an interesting guy.”
You giggled.
“Was it that funny?”
“Your breath made my hair touch my ear.”
He smiled and brushed it back away from your face, and then kissed you on the lips.
“Ahhh!” Johnny clapped loudly. “Stop that! You have guests!”
The two of you laughed.
“Maybe we should start the game.” Taeyong said. “So they’ll be preoccupied with something else.”
“Hey, we’re more than capable of keeping our hands off each other,” you protested.
“That’s not what I heard,” Yuta said with a wry smile.
You threw a chip at him.
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With the snacks all placed on the table and the drinks all opened or mixed, you were all finally able to get to the main event of the night: Mafia.
A favorite of the group whenever you got together, it had started as a fun suggestion when you were still all in college, and became a sort of tradition. It was just competitive enough that you all got silly with it, but not competitive enough that anyone ever got into a fight. And it was perfect, because you all had your own way of trying to figure out who the mafia was; there was never a dull moment in any of the games you had played over the years.
So drinks were drank and since everyone was a little more drunk, the game started.
“Okay, everyone, heads down.” Johnny commanded.
“Thumbs up, Seven Up.” You said.
He chuckled. The only other people who would have understood you - Anna and Jaehyun - elbowed you in the side from where they sat on either side of you. You laughed.
“I will now walk around, and if I tap you,” Johnny said, “you’re that thing. Okay?”
A chorus of muffled ‘yes’es came back to him, along with one “Yes, games daddy.”
Johnny paused for a moment. “Yuta, was that you?”
“Yes.”
You all laughed, heads still down. You could guess that Johnny was probably shaking his head as Yuta laughed, self satisfied.
Johnny went around, telling everyone what they were, saying the name and then walking around the table a bunch of times so no one could figure out who was being tapped and who was what.
“Okay, the town, city, whatever is asleep,” Johnny started. “Can I see the mafia? Ma-ma-ma-ma-mafia, yeah, they are the mafia--”
“Babe.” Anna admonished.
“Ring-ding-ding, ding-ding-ding,” you sang.
Jaehyun laughed next to you.
Anna sighed. “You’re both as bad as each other.”
You laughed.
“No talking,” Johnny said with a sort of faux annoyance you knew to expect from him. “Mafia, wake up and do your dastardly deeds.”
You weren’t anything so you kept your head down.
“Who would you like to kill? Mhm? Alright, thank you. Go back to sleep. Now can the cop wake up?”
“ACAB,” Eunji said.
The table laughed quietly.
Johnny suppressed a laugh. “And who would you like to sneak a peek at?” He asked the cop. He was quiet for a few moments as they picked who they wanted to check and were told the answer. “Okay, go back to sleep. Now will the doctor awaken?”
Silence for a few seconds. 
“Doctor?”
Silence again.
“Doctor.” He said forcefully.
“That’s me!” Mark said happily.
The game ruined, everyone groaned and picked up their heads. 
“Mork!” Johnny yelled, exasperated.
“Mork!” You yelled, delighted.
“Mork?” Jaehyun asked.
“Wait, what’s ‘Mork’?” Jungwoo laughed.
“That’s what the other rappers and DJs call him when he does things like this,” Johnny said with a sigh.
“What?” Mark asked.
“Mork, come sit near me,” Yuta said, patting the seat next to him.
As he changed seats, Jaehyun asked. “Who was the mafia?”
“Me and Yuta,” Jungwoo said.
“Ahh,” Jaehyun nodded.
“It’s actually a good thing that you ended the game, Mark,” Johnny said as deleted the first list of positions he had made on his phone. 
“Why?”
“Because they killed Taeyong and he died first the last two times we played.”
“What?” Taeyong asked as he looked between Jungwoo and Yuta. “What have I ever done to you two?”
You laughed. “Again?”
“Do you kill him all the time?” Mark asked Yuta.
“We do. It makes him so mad.” Yuta laughed.
You couldn’t tell if Taeyong was actually offended or pretending to be as he sat there, slack-jawed at the two of them.
“Okay, let’s start over.” Johnny said, finishing his new list.
He went around the room selecting the positions again, and again you weren’t any of them. The first morning came and he had you all ‘wake  up’.
“Good morning~” he sang. “Edvard Grieg’s ‘Morning Mood’ is playing like it’s a laundry commercial and you’re all waking up to a new day.”
“I’m taking down my laundry and smelling how fresh they smell,” you mimed taking laundry off a clothesline.
“What’s that?” Jungwoo asked.
“Taking it off a clothesline-- wait you don’t have that here. I’m taking it off a drying rack.” 
You pretended to take something like a towel off a drying rack and leaned over the table to let him smell it. He pretended it smelled amazing and both of you mimed like two people in a detergent commercial, smiling in an absolutely unhinged way at the scent of fabric softener.
“Does this mean they’re the mafia?” Anna asked.
“No, it means they’re clowns,” Eunji said.
Jaehyun pulled at your shirt to make you sit. You looked at him and held up the imaginary towel to let him pretend to smell it. He did and you both started miming being in a box.
“Even worse,” Anna laughed.
Jaehyun kissed your cheek in a sneak attack.
“No profanity at the table,” Johnny said. 
You snorted a laugh.
“Now,” he paused, “there was a death last night.”
You all reacted with shock.
“The person murdered… was Mark.”
Mark reacted with surprise.
“Sounds like a revenge killing,” you said.
“Are you the cop?” Jaehyun asked. 
“No, I’m a concerned citizen; I came here to wash and dry my unmentionables in peace, now there’s crime happening in the area! What about my unmentionables?”
“For unmentionables, you sure mention them an awful lot.” He said.
“Sounds pretty suspicious to me…” Anna trailed off as she narrowed her eyes at you.
“You also went pretty hard on the waking up bit,” Taeyong pointed out.
“Yeah, but she always does that.” Jaehyun said.
You nodded. This was true; who would you be without sprinkling random comedy bits throughout your day like a vaudevillian actor. Of stage and screen.
“I can’t figure out who it is.” Yuta said, glaring at everyone at the table. 
“I have an idea--” you started, and Anna started sarcastically clapping for your ability to have an idea. Johnny and Jaehyun joined and soon the whole table did as you sat there, looking unimpressed. “Fine. I won’t tell you what it is.”
“What is it?” Yuta asked.
“No.” You pretended to fold your laundry on the table. “If you’re going to be like that then I won’t tell you who I think it is.”
“You can’t just hold back clues.” Jungwoo said.
“I bet you she doesn’t know anything,” Anna laughed.
“No,” you said.
You finished your imaginary laundry and folded your hands in your lap gently like a middle-aged mother who felt unappreciated by her family, whose kids haven’t called since they moved out and who hasn’t received even a card for Mother’s Day. You can’t even go to the store to buy a card? On which to write ‘To’ and ‘From’ and mail it a few days before? You can’t even think about your mother on the day specifically for thinking about mothers? Hah. There truly is no point in raising children. 
You laughed a short sigh as you shrugged. “I won’t tell you.”
“Well, regardless of whether we need to start visiting during the holidays…” Johnny said.
You pointed at him. You knew he’d get it.
He nodded at you. “You do all have to pick a mafia to get rid of.”
“Do we have any clues?” Anna asked.
“Not really,” Taeyong said. “But I’m alive so it can’t be Jungwoo or Yuta.”
You all laughed.
“On the count of three,” Johnny said. “One, Two, three.”
Everyone pointed at whoever and Johnny looked at the chaos of indecision.
“Uh… Jaehyun two, Taeyong two, Eunji two. You three can make your plea. Eunji?”
“So, I wasn’t going to pick Taeyong,” Eunji started, “but then I saw him pick me so I picked him back.”
“That easy, huh?” Anna asked with a laugh.
She nodded. “I figure, if he’s going to pick me, I’m going to pick him back because I have no idea who it is.” 
Johnny nodded. “Taeyong?”
“I’m not the mafia. I don’t know who it is, but I-- it’s really not me.”
“Convincing,” Yuta nodded.
Johnny nodded. “And Jae?”
“I don’t think it’s Yuta or Jungwoo like Taeyong said, and I don’t think it’s y/n.”
“Isn’t this supposed to be a plea for you?” You asked. 
“I saw Eunji’s face when you said you had an idea, so I think she’s a mafia. She acted like a mafia would if they knew they were caught.”
“Jungwoo’s been quiet,” Eunji said.
“Have I?” He asked.
“Hmm, maybe a little,” Yuta said, eyes still narrowed in suspicion.
Jaehyun continued. “I think that maybe the mafia are in a rush. Other positions aren’t in a rush, but the mafia are, obviously.”
“Are you in a rush?” Yuta asked.
Zinged, Jaehyun fixed his hair, smiling.
Everyone talked for a few moments until Johnny shouted over the group. “Okay! You all have to pick: one, two, three.”
Most of the fingers pointed at Taeyong.
“What?” He asked.
“Okay, Taeyong’s out.”
Yuta looked at everyone at the table. “What the--”
“Everyone back to sleep!” Johnny said.
You all put your heads back down. And that’s when you heard it again, the noise you heard during the first night: something between a rustling and a jingling. You had, as any hard boiled detective would say, a hunch. And it wasn’t just because of your bad posture.
And after all of the named positions made their choices, you all woke up.
“Good morning lawful citizens,” Johnny started. “There was a death last night.”
Giggling and gasping. 
He turned slowly towards Jaehyun. “The Valentine Boy himself… has passed.”
Jaehyun sighed. You pretended to mourn him so he pretended to be dead.
“No! Jaehyun! My one and only love!”
“I thought I was your one and only love?” Anna asked.
“You’re my one and only platonic love,” you corrected before turning to Johnny. “Anyway, Eunji is the mafia, I heard her earrings during both nights after you asked the mafia to wake up, meaning she picked her head up, meaning she’s the mafia.”
Jaehyun looked at you, surprised, and whispered: “Wow.”
“You’re dead, you can’t talk.” Johnny said.
“Can I come back from the dead to make out with my wife?”
“Absolutely not.”
He sighed dejectedly. “Being dead sucks.”
You laughed.
“I heard her earrings too,” Yuta pointed at you. “She’s definitely one. I think Anna is the other one.”
“Why me?” Anna asked.
“You’re being suspicious.” “Does that mean you want to vote?” Johnny asked.
“Yes!” half of you shouted.
“I think we need to discuss this more,” Eunji said.
“Nope. My husband is dead and I desire vengeance!" You countered, hitting your fists on the table. “Who’s going to run the washing machine? Because it definitely won’t be me!”
Jaehyun laughed his dad laugh.
“One, two, three.” Johnny counted.
You, Yuta, and Jungwoo pointed at Eunji. Eunji pointed at you, Anna pointed at Jungwoo.
“Why are you pointing at me?” He asked.
“I panicked.”
He shot her a look.
Yuta narrowed his eyes at her.
“Eunji, you’re out. We’ll hold a lovely funeral for you.” Johnny said.
She sighed. “You’re making a mistake.”
“Beddy-bye.” Johnny said and you all put your heads down.
A few moments later and you all picked them up again.
“Good morning, random citizens. Y/n has died. Her funeral will be held tomorrow… if you can make it that far.”
You turned to Jaehyun, mouth agape, and he nodded at you sadly. You sighed and linked arms with him, both of you closing your eyes and pretending to be laid to rest for a few moments before going back to listening to the game.
“Okay, now I know it's Anna.” Yuta said.
“How is it me?”
“Because you pointed at Jungwoo instead of Eunji, and now y/n is dead which means she was right.”
“That checks out,” Jungwoo nodded. “I vote for Anna.”
They both pointed at her.
“Can’t I defend myself?”
They shook their heads.
Johnny shrugged at her. “Is that your final answer?” He asked them.
“Mhm,” Yuta nodded.
“Mhm.” Jungwoo nodded.
He nodded and paused dramatically. “The Citizens… have won.”
You clapped. The whole table bustled with energy.
“I knew I shouldn’t have pointed at you, Jungwoo.” Anna said.
He laughed. “Why did you?”
“I didn’t want to vote Eunji and I panicked.”
“You could have voted for me, I wouldn’t have been mad,” Eunji said.
“I’m surprised you managed to get it together after not listening to me and then letting me die.” You said.
“Who were the doctor and cop?” Yuta asked.
“I was the cop,” Mark raised his hand. 
“I was the doctor,” Taeyong said.
“And you got voted out instead,” Jaehyun laughed.
Taeyong laughed with a sigh.
“Do we want to break for five minutes before the next game?” Johnny asked.
“Yes,” the table said in unison, as Eunji stood and left for the kitchen.
“If you need a drink, I’ll get it,” you offered as you stood.
“No, I’m taking my earrings off.” You heard rustling, her bag probably, and she came back in with naked ears. “If you think I’m getting caught like that again, you’re out of your fucking mind.”
You laughed.
“Anyone want their drinks refreshed?” Jaehyun asked and stood.
Everyone put their drink orders in and he went back and forth a couple times between the kitchen and the dining room getting drinks and throwing out empty bottles and cans. 
He sat and put a new drink in front of you.
“Oh, I don’t need another one.” You said.
He shrugged. “We can share.” And kissed you on the head.
“No making out at the table!” Johnny said forcefully.
“It’s our house,” you said back through gritted teeth, “we can do whatever we want!”
“Not during the game!”
You turned to Jaehyun. “Let’s throw all these drinks off the table and really show them something.”
He looked at the drinks for a few seconds. “...I don’t want to clean it up though.”
You turned back to Johnny. “You’re only safe because my husband is lazy. And so am I.”
He laughed.
Anna laughed and imitated the two of you. “‘Jae! Hold me back!’ ‘...Nah.’”
You laughed. “That’s exactly it.”
“If anyone actually made her mad, they’d only be getting what’s coming to them,” he said and sipped the drink.
Johnny pointed at him, hoping he’d understand what he had in mind.
Jaehyun didn’t notice him at first, but the silence made him look in his direction. He considered him for a moment and then realized what the pointing was in reference to. He raised an eyebrow in acknowledgement and pointed back.
Mark looked between the two of them. “What does the pointing mean?”
Johnny looked at him, confused for a moment, and then realized: “Oh, I forgot someone was here who didn’t know.”
“You don’t need to explain it,” you said to Johnny and then addressed Mark, “Something happened a long time ago because of someone we used to know. It’s not important.”
He nodded. 
“My wife is a terror, Mork, that’s all you need to know,” Jaehyun said and hugged you.
“Jae--”
“She’s a terror and I love her.”
You laughed. “So romantic.”
“You know those horror stories of women of the woods who are terrifying and beautiful--”
“--and terrifyingly beautiful--”
“--who eat men and are pure chaos? That’s her.” He squeezed you.
“Are you sure you’re not drunk?” You laughed.
He pulled back and looked at you. “I never said I wasn’t.”
“Oh my god.”
He grinned a dopey grin at you. How did you not notice before? His ears were already red and his eyes were getting that sleepy look you thought was adorable as he got all clingy with you.
“We’ve lost him.” Yuta said.
“I can’t believe I was hoping you two would get together, you’re so annoying.” Taeyong said.
You laughed.
“Okay!” Johnny clapped his hands together. “Next game.”
The game started and when Johnny said ‘Mafia’ the first time, you felt a tap on your shoulder as he walked by. 
You were rarely chosen as mafia, and you honestly liked it better that way; you were able to goof off more and didn’t have to try and strategize at all. A small wave of panic surged through you for a second, and you wondered if you could actually win. It depended on your partner.
Johnny started and asked if you’d all like to introduce yourselves: 
“I’m a…” Mark thought, “a concerned citizen.”
“What are you concerned about, Mark?” Johnny asked.
“Uh… laundry?”
“You have to get your own bit,” you said.
The group laughed.
Everyone else introduced themselves in some way or another, and you all decided not to vote, as no one seemed suspicious. 
Then you went to the first night.
“Oh mafia… please raise your heads.” Johnny said.
You picked your head up and looked around, before landing on Jaehyun, who was looking right at you. You smiled in surprise, and he smiled back. This could be very bad… or very good. You smiled deviously at him, he mirrored you.
“Who would you like to kill, mafia?”
You pointed at Taeyong. Jaehyun looked at you, surprised. You scrunched up your nose with determination and nodded. It was a perfect opening. He nodded back and both of you pointed to him and nodded to Johnny.
“Thank you mafia, your order will be delivered in three to five weeks.”
You both put your heads down and waited for the others to do their thing.
“Okay, everyone, the day is dawning; time to write your morning pages, time to do your yoga and have a green smoothie. And maybe file a police report because Taeyong is dead.”
“What?” Mark says, sadly.
Taeyong sighed.
Yuta and Jungwoo’s attention snapped to each other.
Perfect.
They sized each other up for a moment. 
“You think it’s me?” Jungwoo asked.
“I think it’s you.” Yuta replied.
“I think it’s you!” Jungwoo laughed.
Yuta narrowed his eyes at him, Jungwoo narrowed his back. 
“Maybe it’s Eunji,” Yuta shifted his attention over to her.
Eunji looked up from sipping her drink. “Me? Why me?”
“Because you’re being quiet.”
“I was drinking? Should I talk when I drink? I’ll drown!”
You laughed.
“I think it’s Anna,” Jungwoo said. 
“Why’s that?” Jaehyun asked.
“She was the mafia before.”
You stared at him for a second. “Are you new at this?”
“Is there anyone you would like to vote off?”
Everyone voted and no one had over one vote. Somehow.
“Ohh, one of those games,” Johnny said. “If you can’t decide, go back to sleep.”
“Mafia~ oh mafia~!” Johnny sang.
You and Jaehyun lifted your heads.
“Oh there you are, my little mafia. Who would you like to kill, mafia?”
You weren’t sure who to go for next. Yuta and Jungwoo had to stay alive for the plan, but you weren’t sure about everyone else.
Jaehyun pointed to Mark and raised his eyebrows, asking if you agreed. You shrugged and nodded. You both pointed at Mark.
“Oh? Really? Really, really? Wow! Okay!”
You tried not to laugh and put your head back down.
“Oh cop~! The next stop is: cop. Who would you like to check, cop? Okay~! Is there a doctor in the house? Oh doc! Who will you save, doc? Think carefully doctor! Think with all of your heart and your hippocratic oath! Okay, I’ll ask you about my bill later. Everyone wake and greet the new morning.”
You all woke up, you pretended to yawn and roll over in bed, and put your arm across Jaehyun. He patted your arm and you pretended to wake up.
Johnny stood still like a video game character who had just spawned in. 
You all stared at him.
He stared back.
“...”
“...”
“...”
“Anyway, Mark is dead.”
Mark looked heartbroken. Poor goofball.
“I still think Jungwoo is suspicious,” Yuta said.
“Me? I’m just a citizen. You’re the suspicious one, you keep laying blame everywhere.”
“You have to lay blame somewhere, that’s how the game is played.”
“Are you just picking people you don’t like?”
“I can only trust Yuta,” Jaehyun said. “He’s really good at this game.”
You nodded. “But so is Jungwoo. Who do you suspect when the dream team is broken up?”
“Unless they’re the mafia and this is all an act.”
“Oh, shit,” you whispered.
Yuta stared at the two of you for a few moments. “I think it’s Jaehyun, y/n. Done.”
“Such confidence,” you replied.
“I’ll give you time to talk it out,” Johnny said and set a timer on his phone.
“I think he’s the mafia and he’s floundering,” Anna said.
“That could be it,” Eunji added.
“Why do you think I’m the mafia?” Yuta asked.  “You know how I play.”
“That’s exactly something the mafia would say.”
“What about you?” Eunji asked Jungwoo.
“Me?”
“Mhm.”
“I’m a cop.”
Taeyong pressed his eyes closed and tried to sigh without anyone noticing. You noticed.
“You’re the cop?”
“Yeah.”
“You don’t seem like a cop.”
“I’m a very good cop, every investigation I take on gets solved.”
“So who do you think is the mafia, cop?” You asked.
Jungwoo looked around the table. “I’m leaning towards… Anna, honestly.”
“Me?” She asked.
“Yeah. You seem suspicious.”
Anna turned to Yuta and glared at him.
“How’s it feel, mafia?”
She glared at him harder.
The alarm went off. “Okay, you have to vote.”
Everyone pointed. Most were pointing at Anna.
“Eunji, you have to save me,” she said.
“How do I save you?”
“And my lovely wife is no more.” Johnny said. “Go to sleep.”
You all put your heads down.
Johnny sang. “Mafia, mafia, who will you pick? Mafia mafia, who will--” 
“Get sick.”
“You’re dead, Mark. You can’t talk.”
The group chuckled.
“Will the real mafia, please wake up.”
You and Jaehyun raised your heads and shared your second devious smile of the night. Anna looked at you, unimpressed. You blew her a kiss.
You pointed at Jungwoo and raised your brows to ask if Jaehyun agreed. He nodded and you both pointed at him to show Johnny your pick.
“Okay. Okay. Okay? Okay! I got it! I said I got it! I got it!”
Mark started laughing and Jaehyun implored Johnny with his expression.
“Alright, thank you to the mafia, without them, this wouldn’t be the same.”
You put your heads back down.
“And the cop? Thank you copper. And the doc? Thank you doccer. Everyone awake, to a new, fresh morn’.”
“Doccer?” Taeyong whispered to himself.
“It’s the next morning,” Johnny continued. “...Jungwoo is dead.”
“Oh my god,” Yuta said. “It was Jaehyun and y/n.”
“Wait, are we done?” Eunji asked. “We didn’t find anyone.”
“There’s still four of us,” Jaehyun said.
“How many mafia are left?” You asked.
Johnny smiled. “I don’t know, you tell me.”
You smiled and held up two fingers.
Yuta groaned. “I should have gone with my gut!” 
“Why didn’t you?” Jungwoo asked.
“I have no idea!”
The group laughed.
“What number game was that?” Jaehyun asked.
You started ticking them off on your fingers, “First game… Borked by Mork. Second game… Ladies Night. Third game… Sleeper Cell Dream Team.”
He nodded.
“Where do you come up with this shit?” Eunji laughed.
“I have no idea, my good dude.”
“Should we play one more game?” Jungwoo asked the table.
“I don’t know,” Anna responded, nodding a Johnny, “Are you okay? Didn’t you stand all day while you were setting up the festival?”
“I’m okay.”
“Your feet don’t hurt?”
He smiled. “They’re fine, my love.” He looked past her for a few moments before gesturing at what he was looking at. “Anyway, I think at least one of us is a lost cause.”
Anna turned. Jaehyun’s face was buried in your neck and in between gentle pats and shoves, you were giggling as you tried to fend him off.
“We have guests, sir! Guests!”
“Tell them to get their own wife.”
“Oh my god--ahh!”
Anna shook her head. “I guess we’re done.”
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a/n: I hope you enjoyed my little ditty (heavily) inspired by watching the (at the time, new-- this has been sitting in an unfinished state for a long time 😅😅😅 lol) NCT mafia game (and then rewatching the old one). I thought, “Wouldn’t it be fun of my idiots did this?” yes. I think so. lol
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Wow a LOT of people love Mark nipple sucking kink😭😭 it always gets so many notes! That was a great drabble btw!❤️ Mark looks like he’d be good at uh..licking and sucking 😁
[8:59pm]
genre: fluff and smut
warnings: nipple sucking, nipple kink, mommy kink tbh.
you press a kiss down on your sons head. “goodnight my baby boy.” you pat his hair down.
“goodnight mom.” you hum, forehead creased by the name.
“no mommy?” you tilt your head. “no, im a big boy now and big boys call their moms mom not mommy.”
ouch.
you nod, rubbing your hands across your sweats. “sure, goodnight, hon.” you sigh, pushing yourself off his bed and leaving the room.
mark turns his head when hearing your fake sobs. “what’s wrong, my love?” he sees a frown on your face, eyes creased as you give a sad look. “ee-jungie just told me that he’s not gonna call me mommy anymore.” mark chuckles with a coo mixed in between, reaching his arms out to you and sitting you in his lap.
“it’s okay, baby.” he rubs your thigh. “no, it’s not. my baby said.. hh, he said that he’s a big boy and that he isn’t gonna call me mommy anymore— why do they grow up so fast?!” you sob into marks neck.
“hey,” mark pulls you off his chest and cups your face. “he doesn’t have to call you mommy anymore— i can definitely take that place.” your cries break out into laughter.
you smack his chest, pushing yourself off the man who just giggles. “cmon, mommy? come sit back on my lap, mommy.” his head tilted now. “mark, you’re.. why do you sound hot saying that?” mark smirks.
“what? mommy? does that turn you on, mommy?” he stands up and grabs your waist. “mommy, i’m hungry. can i suck on your boobies?” a forced pout sitting in his lips. “mark?” you look down when his fingers needlessly fondle your breasts.
“please, mommy? so hungry?” his hands slowly pulling at your shirt. “yes— yes, mark.” you nod and sputter when mark quickly yanks the shirt above your head.
he picks you up and slams the both of you down on the couch, your legs straddling him as he quickly got rid of your bra.
“mark, calm down—?” his mouth quickly attaching itself to your breast. your nipple slipping inside his mouth, his warm tongue swiping over your nipple. his saliva dribbling down your breast.
“ugh— mark.” you tug at his hair making him moan around your nipple.
mark pulls away with a string of saliva attached from his mouth and your nipple. it was quick how mark had already attached his mouth to your nipple.
“mark— stop.” you pant, pushing at him.
mark pulls away and wipes his mouth. “i’m sorry— did i go overboard?” you shake your head. “want your cock.” you say making mark grin slowly.
“mommy wants, mommy gets.” he says undoing his belt.
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a/n: IM SO SORRY I SERIOUSLY MADE MARK SOUND LIKE A WHINY BABY OMG
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jonnnysuh · 1 year
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would I swipe left or right on nct127’s dating profile
A/N: wanted to try something new so I added a poll so you guys can show me how you’d swipe :-) you can select 2 options at a time AND it’s completely anonymous. Or as always lmk in the tags or comments! Left ❌ right ✅
Jungwoo & Jaehyun’s profiles
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any businesses or places, events or incidents, and portrayal of characters are fictitious.
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—JOHNNY, 27 / SWIPE LEFT
EMPLOYED AT: your mom’s house
BIO: I’m not a player I just crush a lot. 6’. I DJ on weekends 😜
FIRST MESSAGE: you’re hot as fuckkkk. How come I’ve never seen you before? 👀
FIRST DATE: At one of his DJ gigs. He calls you by the wrong name the whole time and spends the entire night spinning tracks. Despite this, his flirting game with you is stupidly good
Is the biggest RED FLAG in the world (but I didn’t have to tell you that)
Is on a dating app to fuck around, does not take it seriously at allllllll
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—MARK, 23 / SWIPE RIGHT
BIO: What would you do if I came through your door right now? LMAO jk….. unless
ANTHEM: Best Part ~ Daniel Caesar
FIRST MESSAGE: Heyyy I noticed you also love (singer/band), what’s your favourite song by them?
FIRST DATE: A restaurant neither of you have been to before. When he figures out you’re not enjoying your meal he offers to switch plates with you. Snorts out his drink when you tell him a funny story.
With his luck, he either goes on one date and finds the love of his life OR never gets cuffed and has to swipe on dating apps for eternity
Charming and awkward. Falls somewhat quickly if you’re interesting
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Never Yours (2)
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Pairing: Baekhyun x You x Jackson x Surprise! Jaehyun
Warning: None really.. yet
Word Count: 3.4k
A/N: Sorry about that! I did some re-writing and adding on! I hope you enjoy! Also a huge shout out to @making-me-blush for all your continued help and support! ily 💕
You sit anxiously in the coffee shop as you wait for Baekhyun to show up, your heart feels like it is going to beat out of your chest.
Last night, Jackson left shortly after Baekhyun had sent that text to you. You had felt a twinge of guilt when you saw his name pop up on the screen, while Jackson's hand rested on your thigh. You had told Jackson you weren't feeling well, and that he should get going. You felt like you were going crazy, with your feelings for Baekhyun and now developing feelings for Jackson. Everything was amplifying it seemed and it made your head spin. You had spent the night texting back and forth with Baekhyun, talking about anything and everything. He was so easy to talk to. The conversation ended with him asking you to meet him at the coffee shop at 1pm so he could speak to you in person. You were happy to meet him, and anxious. You had been sitting there for hours before he was supposed to come. You thought being there early would calm your nerves, but honestly it made things worse.
You begin reading the book your brought along, one of those ones where the hero saves the girl so many times, there's so much sexual tension between the two and you love it. You finally made it to the part where they kiss for the first time, and a small smile spreads across your lips as you picture the intimate kiss you shared with Jackson the night before. It made your stomach flutter with butterflies when you thought about his lips pressed against yours. You wanted to feel his hands all over your body, you wondered what he tasted like. That feeling quickly faded, and you were brought out of your fantasy by the lovely feeling of guilt taking over the moment you saw Baekhyun walk in and walk towards you. His hair was shining in the sun, the smile on his face made you melt. He was so beautiful.
You didn't know why you suddenly felt guilty, it wasn't like he was yours, he was with someone who was supposed to be your friend. There was nothing for you to feel badly about. But that didn't stop the guilt from eating at you from the inside.
"Thanks for meeting me, Y/N." Baekhyun smiles as he sits down in the chair across from you. Now from up close, you noticed that he looked tired, prominent bags under his eyes, his hair was unusually messy and the buttons on his shirt weren't done up properly.
"Of course." You answer. "Is everything okay? Jennie seemed extremely angry yesterday." You tell him. He begins to frown, taking a deep breath in.
"She got pissed at me, and I don't get it. She was going on and on about.. uh, your feelings for me and I got annoyed." He sighs. "I told her it didn't matter and sometimes someone's feelings don't mean anything, especially if they're not reciprocated."
Ouch. That hurt.
"And she got mad at that?" You ask. Baekhyun nods, with his cutest puppy face.
"She said I must be in love with you if I'm sticking up for you, and then I snapped. I told her if she wasn't such a bitch, an insecure one at that then we wouldn't be having that discussion. She called me a piece of shit and then stormed out." He finished.
"So that's why she stormed into the apartment and slammed her bedroom door. Makes sense, she's got a temper, especially when you don't agree with her." You explain.
"The reason I wanted to meet with you is because I need your help. Desperately. We've been together for like a week and it's not supposed to be this hard, I know it's not. I'm sorry to drag you into my relationship problems but I just don't know what to do." He sighs, rubbing his eyes.
"I honestly don't know what to tell you." You begin. "She's one of those people who if you don't agree with her, she'll get mad at you. She holds a grudge like no other, it's her way or no way. If you get on her bad side you're fucked because she won't stop until she's ruined every good thing in your life. She's terrifying and I'm just trying to survive this year until I can move out." You continue. "If she ever found out that I met with you, she would make my life even worse and I can't deal with that. I'm sorry, but it's everyone for themselves with her. You wanted her, and now you've got all of her. Good luck." You finish. You give him a small pat on the shoulder before walking out of the shop. You felt bad for him, but he had to have known what he was getting into with her before he made it official.
Right?
**
"What did you get up to yesterday?" Jennie asks you as she spreads peanut butter across her toast. Your mind flashes back to your meeting with Baekhyun. Did she know? There's no way she knew about that.
"Not much, went for coffee and finally got to read some of my books again." You smile, pulling a bottle of water out of the fridge. "It's getting extremely juicy." You giggle.
"I want to read it when you're done." Jennie laughs. "It sounds really good."
"I'll lend it to you when I'm finished." You smile. You pack your book bag and walk towards the door, heading out for class.
"Y/N." Jennie calls. You turn around to look at her, and she looks sad. "Listen.. I wanted to apologize for my behavior. I know things got out of hand and I was terrible to you and I really am sorry." She says. You watch as one single tear rolls down her cheek. You wanted to believe her. But it was Jennie and she was hard to trust. "I'm trying to be better, I really am."
"Thank you, Jennie. I appreciate that." You smile. You open the door and walk out, you didn't believe her. But you'll give it to her for acting, she's great when she wants to be.
You pull out your phone on your walk and see a message from Jackson. Instantly your face lights up and the butterflies return. You and Jackson had been texting continuously the last few days, all day and night, trying to make a plan to see each other but unfortunately both your schedules clashed, making it nearly impossible. Luckily you had one class with him, which you were currently heading to.
"Hey beautiful." You hear from across campus. You stop for a moment, looking around but decide to keep going. You had a smile on your face at the thought of finally seeing Jackson again.
"Are you ignoring me?" You hear from behind you. You turn around and see a man you've never met before standing with a grin on his face. You didn't know what was in the water here because everyone was so attractive. He had dark brown hair, brown eyes and a smile to die for.
"Are you talking to me?" You ask, looking around, pointing at yourself. There's no way that guy was looking at you.
"Of course I am." He smiles. "You're the only beautiful girl here on campus."
Apparently it was you.
"Um.. do I know you?" You wonder.
"No, but I'd like to get to know you more." He says. "I'm Jaehyun. And you're Y/N." He says.
"Why do you know my name?" You ask, raising your eyebrow.
He laughs. "I had to know the prettiest girl on campus' name." He smiles. "You better get to class, Y/N. I'll see you later." He finishes, giving you a wink before he walks away, leaving you extremely confused.
You walk into class, and sit next to Jackson who gives you his best smile as he wraps his arm around your shoulder. You smile back at him, your eyes darting down to his lips. He chuckles, pulling you in for a kiss, just before your professor walks in to start the class.
He's going to make you forget all about Baekhyun, you just knew it.
**
The next day, you and Jennie sit on the couch watching a drama when you heat a faint knock at the door. You knew who it was, he had texted you that he was coming over to work it out with Jennie and asked that you be there, just in case things went south.
"Can you get it? My foot is numb." You tell Jennie as you rub your perfectly fine foot. She stands up and answers the door. You can hear the whimpers the second that door opens.
"Baby doll." Baekhyun whines.
"Poo bear." Jennie pouts.
"I'm so sorry, I'll never do anything like that again, I'll never call you a bitch again. Oh baby." Baekhyun cries as he embraces Jennie tightly. She kisses his face while murmuring her half ass apologies to him.
"Y/N, I hate to do this but the walls are thin and I'm gonna be loud." Jennie giggles, pulling Baekhyun towards her room.
"Yep, I'm out." You yell, grabbing your purse and getting the hell out of there. You didn't want to hear that.
**
For the next few weeks, your feelings for Baekhyun severely dwindled and Jackson wasn't entirely to thank. You felt like you were in a fever dream when you were around Jennie and Baekhyun. After they made up, honestly they became pretty insufferable. They spent a fair amount of time at yours and Jennie's shared apartment, where you unfortunately were forced to listen to the pet names and the baby talk they did to each other.
"You're such a beautiful princess." Baekhyun coos, booping her nose as they take up the entire couch, tangled up in each other.
"No you are." Jennie giggles. "Who's my big stud
muffin?" She asks.
"That's a new one." You mumble, sitting on the chair trying not to vomit on them.
You didn't know how either one of them could stand it. The pet names, the baby talk, the giggling, kissing and tickling. It made you want to die.
Not to mention the way he chewed his food, you couldn't even eat in the same room as him when they were having dinner. The first night he was over for dinner, you watched in disgust as he spoke with food in his mouth, letting it fall out as he laughed and then scooped it back into his mouth.
"I'm actually going to throw up." You gag, placing your plate on the counter.
"Oh baby, you're so messy." Jennie giggles.
"I'm going to my room to suffocate myself now." You mumble, walking out of the kitchen. You wished they were fighting again, you hated it here.
The more Baekhyun was around, the more you found yourself realizing that there was a very big possibility that you were in love with the idea of Byun Baekhyun and not the actual man. And that made you feel relieved. You felt like you could finally give yourself to Jackson without the feeling of guilt trying to escape your body.
The next day as you were laying in bed, trying to drown out the sound of Jennie and Baekhyun, you get a phone call from Jackson.
"Hello?" You answer, instant smile.
"Hey you." He says. "I wanna take you out tonight. Are you free?"
"Am I free? Yes absolutely, definitely, yes." You say, already scrambling out of bed.
"Good." He chuckles. "Meet me at the pub in an hour. See you soon." He finishes before hanging up. You quickly change out of your sweats into some leggings and a nice shirt. You touch up your makeup before you do something with your hair.
As you were walking to the pub, you listened carefully to your heels hitting the concrete. The cool wind hitting your face, making you snuggle into your jacket just a little more. You couldn't wait to meet Jackson, as you walked, you felt someone beside you, you didn't even need to look to know who it was. Jaehyun has been haunting you for days now.
"Hello beautiful." He says.
For the last few days, he has been popping up almost everywhere that you are on campus, starting the conversation off with calling you beautiful. It was almost as though you had his voice memorized now, well it was kind of hard to forget.
"Hello Jaehyun." You sigh. "What are you doing here? I'm going to meet my.. Jackson, I'm meeting Jackson."
"I know you are. I am meeting a friend near that pub, she actually just had drinks with Jackson." He says. You stop and look at him.
"Like a date?" You ask.
Jaehyun shrugs his shoulders. "I guess so." He says. "She's pretty into him and she says he's into her so I'd assume so."
"I see.." you trail off.
"I'm sorry if that upset you. I just thought you should know. He's seeing a few girls." Jaehyun tells you. "Well, from what I've heard anyways."
"What?" You laugh. "He wouldn't do that. And why would I believe you in the first place? You know, I've asked around about you and you don't really have the best rep." You laugh as you continue to walk.
"Oh so you asked about me?" He grins. You roll your eyes.
"Yeah, I wanted to know what kind of person you were and it seems like you're just not the trustworthy type." You tell him.
"Fair enough, but people can change. A Lot of people will have different perceptions of me, just as I do, and you do. Why would I lie about something like this?" He says.
"I just.. yeah, thanks I guess. Why, though? Why did you tell me?" You ask.
"I like you, Y/N. And I don't want to see you get hurt. Just be careful, that's all." He says.
"You don't even know me." You laugh.
"Like I said, I'd like to get to know you. If you're up for it, I'd like to take you out. Take your time giving me an answer. I'll see you soon, beautiful." He smiles, running off a head to go meet his friend, who apparently has a thing with Jackson. Seemingly similar to your thing with Jackson. You walk into the restaurant, annoyed and frustrated. You see Jackson sitting there, smiling as you walk towards the table he was sitting at.
"Hey you." He says.
You sit down, without taking your jacket off. "I don't know how to say this. I don't like to share, and I don't want to be one of many girls. So if that's what you want, then I'm out. Maybe you can call the girl you were just with to keep you company tonight." You say, standing up and heading back towards the door.
"Hey." Jackson yells. "Hey, hey." He says, grabbing your arm. "What are you talking about? What girl? One of many? I'm so confused." He says. You don't want to fall for his lies or puppy dog eyes, so you refuse to look at him.
"Don't play stupid Jackson. I know all about her. What I don't know is if there are actually more. You do you." You finish, pulling your hand out of his and walk out the door without looking back.
**
The next day you dragged your feet through campus, feeling sad about the night before. It hurt your heart that Jackson was playing around with you and others.
"Chin up, beautiful." You hear from behind you. You turn around and see Jaehyun, the only seemingly decent man in your life at the moment.
"Hey." You sigh. "He didn't admit it, you know? But he also didn't deny it. He played dumb like he didn't know what I was talking about." You tell him. "So either you or him is lying and I don't have the time or patience for this shit."
"Y/N, it's not me. You can trust me. How can I prove it to you?" Jaehyun asks.
"I'm going to be late for class. I'll talk to you later." You say, walking away.
You see Jackson as you walk in the room, sulking with his head down
"Y/N." He calls, the second he sees you. "I'm sorry." He breathes. "I didn't know if this was going to go anywhere because of your Baekhyun feelings, I was just talking to someone else and we got a drink." He tells you.
"So you lied to me last night?" You question.
"I got nervous. I really like you and I didn't want to fuck it up." He explains.
"Had you, I don't know, talked to me then you would have found out that I'm definitely not in love with Baekhyun because he's disgustingly annoying and I was falling for you. I can't believe Jaehyun was right." you sigh.
"Wait, Jaehyun as in Jung Jaehyun?" Jackson asks.
"What other one?" You ask. "We've been talking on occasion." You say. "Well, he's been talking more. But he told me about the girl."
"You can't trust him." Jackson exclaims.
"Oh but I can trust you?" You scoff. Just before anything else can be said, Jaehyun confidently struts into the room.
"Y/N." He calls out loudly, too loudly. "Go out with me. Tonight. We'll go to dinner and then to the Alpha Pi party. What do you say?" You look around the room, all the eyes of your classmates are on you. You feel all the pressure, but also excitement building up in your body. A bold move, you liked that.
"Yes." You blurt out. It couldn't hurt, right? "Let's do it." You smile.
"Excellent, meet me at Earls, 7pm." Jaehyun grins before running off.
Jackson looks at you like you've just murdered his dog in front of him.
"Look, Jackson." You shrug your shoulders. "If you wanna play the field, feel out potential partners then do it, but don't think for a second I'm not gonna do the same." You tell him.
He looks extremely annoyed at what just happened. He doesnt reply, he knows he fucked up now. He picks up his books and moves to a different spot.
**
Later that evening, you were sitting at a table with Jaehyun, laughing at a story he had told you and honestly, you were having a great time with him, although you realized that you wished you were out with Jackson. You realized how much of an idiot you were and you just wanted to see him.
"Oh wow, it's already 930pm." Jaehyun laughs. "We better get going to the party." He says. He waves over your waiter, and asks for the bill. When it comes, he pulls out a credit card and slides it towards the man. You offered to pay your half but Jaehyun quickly rejected your offer.
"A lady never pays." He smiles. "We're running behind schedule." He murmurs. "We gotta go."
"What schedule?" You ask. "Is something happening?" He didn't answer you, ignoring your questions.
While Jaehyun drove the two of you to the party, you pulled out your phone, sending a message to Jackson.
[You 9:38pm] - Hey.. I'm sorry about earlier. I don't want to play the field, I don't want anyone else. I just want you. I'm ready if you are. Let me know.
You liked Jaehyun, but you didn't know if it would work with him. Especially since you couldn't keep your mind off of Jackson all night. Jaehyun was great but maybe the two of you were better off as friends.
You sent the text, placing your phone back in your pocket as Jaehyun pulled up to the house. He came to the car and opened your door for you, taking your hand to help you out. He was such a gentleman but he wasn't who you wanted. The two of you walk up to the door and head inside. Your eyes are darting around the loud, open living room filled with people. You landed on Jennie, she was dancing with someone. You couldn't see as his back was towards you. Seconds later, Jennie smiles towards you as she and the man make a turn and you see his face but he doesn't see you.
Jackson.
Jennie leans in, pressing her lips to Jackson, and he doesn't reject the kiss like you thought he would. Instead, he pulls her in, kissing her harder.
You turn around, your head landing in Jaehyun's chest. He wraps his arms around you, holding you as you cry into him. Maybe Jaehyun was the better man?
You were so tired of love hurting like this.
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limi-pie · 1 year
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Like a butterfly part 2
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A/N: Chapter 2 of my Yuta🦋 fanfiction is here! I’m starting to like how things are slowly building up between the characters and Y/N.
Thank you so much for all the love and support on part 1! :D
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Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x Female! Reader
Contains: Non-idol! AU, Tattoo artist! Yuta, Librarian! Reader, Comedy, Drama, Friends to lovers, Romance, Y/N dealing with a bit low self-esteem :( Descriptions of: getting tattoos and piercings,
Warnings: Alcohol, bad language, cigarettes, cursing, drinking, smoking, jealousy.
Wordcount: 5,026
Disclaimer: The reader I’ve created in this fanfiction is a woman of East Asian descent and she has certain features and looks a certain way. The reason for this is that I wanted some more East Asian representation in Kpop fanfics! Some of these relationships between said persons are only meant to be considered fictional, in no way do I ship them in real life. They’re just there to add dynamic to the plot. (Also, because my multi fan ass just wants to have fun.) Please keep in mind that the way I’ve described the idols in this story is in no way real or representative of how they behave in real life, this is just based on my imagination.
Also in this fanfiction, some said persons are involved in an abusive, unhealthy and manipulative relationship. Please keep in mind that this is all fanmade and fiction. I don’t encourage this kind of terrible relationship and if you are in one, please seek help. Never put yourself second to anyone; remember that you’re important and loved. 💚
“Unnie, didn’t your mom call yesterday?” Chaeyoung asked, adding some tofu to the red soup. “Yeah, she did. My mother actually wanted to say hi to Bryce if he was nearby, but I lied to her and said that he was studying with his classmates…” You mumbled, feeling guilt in your heart as Chaeyoung patted your shoulder.
“You know Unnie, you should break up with Bryce. He’s always broke and never cares about you. I don’t want you to be with a horrible lowlife loser like him!” Chaeyoung said as she filled the two bowls with the Kimchi Jjigae we made.
She’s right… but you can’t break up with him… You didn’t want to be left alone and lonely again… You felt so fragile and weak on your own…
“If I break up with Bryce, then I’ll be alone and so lonely… Chaeng, I’m not as strong and outgoing as you are…” You confessed sheepishly as she sighed. “You’ll never be alone, Unnie… You have me,” she said comforting you. “Besides, there are other guys that are sweeter than him, you know,” Chaeyoung added as you chuckled, the two of you ate dinner.
“Jungkook’s going to have a lip and eyebrow piercing done once he has saved enough money,” Chaeyoung giggled as you smiled, “wow, isn’t getting one piercing painful enough?” You asked as she shrugged, “well, after getting tattoos you kinda get numb to the pain I suppose,” she explained as you continued watching ‘NeverTheLess’. “Park Jaeon’s so cute, it’s just too bad he’s a player,” you sighed as she chuckled. “You seem to like bad boys, Y/N-Unnie~” Chaeyoung giggled.
“No, I don’t.” You denied it, knowing there was some truth to her statement. “Ah, my aunt and niece will visit Seoul soon,” you added as she smiled. “Oh that’s nice, Ayaka must be a big girl by now,” Chaeyoung folded her arms and looked at you with a smile.
“I might have to babysit her one of these days,” you said. “That’s fine, we can go on a boba tea date,” Chaeyoung said, sketching some pokémons.
“Long time no see,” Ten said, greeting his tall friend, “how was Hong Kong, Yukhei?” Mark asked, doing the handshake. “It was nice, I really missed my mom’s food, how has it been here?” Yukhei responded.
“It’s been alright, quite busy these days with butterfly tattoos,” Johnny said, looking over at Yuta drawing one from the book.
“I’m actually here to get a tattoo myself, a lion one,” Yukhei chuckled, lifting his shirt, “right here, please,” Yuta and Ten nodded, “got a sketch or a picture for reference?” He nodded, showing a picture of a lion. “Alright, let’s get started then, follow me, Yukhei,” Ten said, walking over to his room.
A few hours had passed…
“Hello, ah aunt Asami, how are you?” You facetimed with her as she smiled and waved. “I’m fine, we just arrived at the hotel in Seoul. How are you sweet Y/N?” Asami asked. “I’m doing just okay, it’s good to see you had a safe trip. Where’s Ayaka-chan?” You looked at her. “She’s sleeping, hehe,” Asami replied as you nodded, “It must be exhausting to travel, huh?” You added while chuckling a little. “I’ll see you tomorrow at 3:00 PM, would that be okay with you?” She asked as you checked your calendar, “sure that’ll be perfect, I get off around 3:00 PM,” you smiled and waved, “goodnight, aunt Asami.” You looked at the time and it showed 9:45 PM, someone knocked on the door as you went to check it.
“Ah good evening, Y/N-Noona,” Jungkook smiled and bowed as you did the same, “hey Jungkook, how are you?” You said, opening the door to let him in. “Thanks, Noona, he took his shoes off as he was holding a bouquet. “Chaeng’s showering, did you guys have plans tonight?” You folded your arms, smiling and leaning against the wall.
How sweet, Jungkook got Chaeng’s favorite flowers…
“No, I just wanted to see her,” Jungkook smiled, his dimples appearing. “I thought that you were in Busan.”
You said as he sat on the couch, “I was, but I heard that Chae was stressed with her upcoming art project so I thought I’d go and see her.” He held the bouquet with white roses. “Would you like something to drink?” You walked over to the refrigerator as he nodded, “thanks Y/N-Noona,” he took a sip. “How’s Bryce?” You had your hands between your legs as you let out a sigh.
“Ah Babe, you’re here,” Chaeyoung said, walking out with a towel on her shoulders. She was wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts. Jungkook got up and kissed her, “what are these for?” She looked at the bouquet and blushed, “they’re for you, I thought you’d love them,” he chuckled as she giggled. “You’re so sweet, you came all the way just to see how I was doing.” She voiced as he nodded, “anything for my Chaeng,” he kissed her.
“Aww you two lovebirds are so cute,” you teased as Chaeyoung giggled, “are you staying here tonight, Babe?” she asked, fluttering her eyes. “I’d love to, but I have an early shift with my partner tomorrow, so I gotta go but I’ll see you tomorrow, Chaeng-girl,” Jungkook said before kissing her goodbye. “Have a good night, see you Y/N,” he waved and left.
“Right, we should probably also head to bed,” you yawned, turning off the TV as Chaeyoung stretched her arms, “mmh-mmh, you’re right, goodnight Unnie,” she said, waddling to her room. You walked over to the bathroom to do your skincare routine and brush your teeth.
The next morning you woke up and walked over to the kitchen when you noticed a piece of paper written next to the plate. It was Thursday the 9th of September 2021.
Mornin’ Unnie I’ve made you some waffles with fruit, hope you’ll have a lovely day. See you later. - Love, Chaeng
“How sweet of Chaeng to wake up early and make Belgian waffles for me…” You mumbled with a smile as you began to eat it, you also ate some strawberries and slices of kiwi.
“Irene-Unnie, do we have any Japanese releases of my favorite manga?” You asked, stacking a pile of returned books in the cart. “Hmm, I’ve ordered a few, they’ll arrive today,” she said, checking the computer as you smiled.
That’s great, Ayaka’s going to be so happy. And you also get to practice your Japanese.
“Any particular ones in mind? I’ll reserve them for you if you’d like that Ms. Miyoshi,” Irene said with a smile as you nodded, “well, if you happen to find volumes 1 and 2 of Tokyo Mew Mew, I’d really appreciate it, my niece Ayaka really loves that series.” You started returning the books to their original place on the shelves. “Sure, I’ll make sure to look out for them.” She said, cleaning the tables.
After a few hours had passed, you went to the nearby 7-11 to grab lunch. You walked around the aisle for a bit, searching for chicken katsu onigiris. You smiled and placed them in your basket, you also got a cup with ice cubes, kimchi rice bulgogi beef onigiris, and a pouch of lychee juice. Lastly, you placed three fruit sandos and you were ready to pay.
You walked back to the library inside the staff’s room as you began to eat your lunch. “Enjoy, your food, Miyoshi,” Irene said, giggling as you bowed, “thank you, Irene-Unnie,” you checked your phone as a facetime call with aunt Asami popped on your screen.
“Ah hello, you two!” You waved as Ayaka giggled happily, “Y/N-Onee-chan! How are you?” She asked, “All good, just eating my lunch, how are you two?” you asked, waving your onigiri as she smiled. “We’re fine, just shopping in the Lotte Department Store. The weather seems to be a lot better here in Korea after all,” Asami said as Ayaka leaned in, “Isn’t Chaeyoung-Onee-san with you?” You shook your head, “she’s in school right now and I’m at work, sweetie,” you rested your head in your hand, “but you’ll see her later when we go to drink some boba tea, he he~” you smiled happily.
“Yay! I’d love to, I can’t wait to see you later, Y/N-Nee!” Ayaka giggled as you ate your bulgogi onigiri and waved goodbye.
Man, I was starving. I guess I’m nearing my period…
You walked around, collecting books. Afterward, you began scheduling events and author signings. “Ah, there’s going to be a tea ceremony next week?” You asked Irene as she nodded, “yes, I’ve heard there’ll be a lot of people,” she smiled, “would you like to join? I’ve heard there is going to be Japanese matcha tea too.”
You smiled and nodded, “I’d love to, Irene-Unnie.”
A few hours had passed as you were finally off, “I’m off, see you,” you waved as she bowed. Suddenly stood Mr. Nakamoto in front of you, “hello Ms. Miyoshi, are you off?” You nodded, “yes. Are you here to borrow another book?”
He rubbed the back of his head, “Actually, I came to see you,” he looked into your eyes. “Me? You came here to see me?” Nakamoto nodded and stepped forward, “do you have any plans right now?” You nodded, “I’ve got to go and see my niece, Ayaka,” you mumbled, rubbing your arm.
“Y/N-Onee-chan!” Ayaka ran and hugged you, “hello Ayaka-chan,” you giggled. “Who’s this guy?” She looked over at Nakamoto as you held her. “Is he your boyfriend?” Ayaka chuckled as he smirked. “Ayaka… He’s not my boyfriend, this is Nakamoto-san,” you said feeling super flustered.
“こんにちは、アヤカさん.” (Hello, Ayaka-san.)
“ええ? 中本さん日本語ははなせますか?” (Ehh? Nakamoto-san can speak Japanese?”)
“もちろん!” (Of course!)
Ayaka giggled happily, she was super happy to meet another Japanese person like her. “Are you ready to go Ayaka-chan?” You asked as she nodded, “where’s aunt Asami?” you looked around, “she’s waiting outside.”
“Shall we get going then?” You asked, placing Ayaka down as she bowed before talking to Nakamoto, “またね!” (See you!)
She ran outside to her mother as you bowed to Mr. Nakamoto, “see you around, Nakamoto-san,” you waved and walked past him.
“Hello aunt Asami,” you bowed to Asami as she smiled and hugged you. “You’ve really grown into such a beautiful lady since I last saw you, Y/N-chan,” you blushed at her compliment, “ありがとう.” (Thank you.)
“Right, it’s going to be so much fun at that party, Somi,” Chaeyoung said, locking her arm with her, “so is Y/N also coming along, Unnie?” Somi asked as she nodded, “hopefully some cute guys will ask her out, I just want her to break up with that asshole Bryce already.” Chaeyoung voiced, walking to her locker as she grabbed her books. “Wow Unnie, you seem to hate him, is he that much of a bad guy?” Somi folded her arms, looking at her as she chuckled.
“Yup, he’s a cheap, lying, and ugly fuckboy,” Chaeyoung said, annoyed as she walked out. “Ahaha, maybe introduce her to one of your guy friends?” Somi suggested, following her as they walked out of campus. “I would but I think they’re too extroverted for her,” Chaeyoung pouted her lips as she walked down the street, “well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Chae. I’ll have my notes ready so we can speak to Ms. Min-young,” Somi waved as she waited at the bus stop, “bye Somi, see you tomorrow.” She said, heading to the subway station.
Asami, Ayaka, and you went home and you made some tea, “how was Jeju Island and uncle?” you took a sip of your tea as Ayaka was playing with her teddy bear. “Your uncle, Seung-heon is doing alright, he seemed to have grown fond of living on Jeju Island. He’s busy planting his vegetables,” Asami laughed and looked around, “it’s a lovely apartment you and Chaeyoung have gotten.”
The door opened as Chaeyoung entered, her tote bag on the shoulder as Ayaka ran and hugged her tightly, “Chaeyoung-Onee-chan!” She chucked and held her, “こんにちは、アヤちゃん.” (Hello, Aya-chan.)
“It’s been a while since I last saw you, Chaeyoung you have also grown so much!” Asami said and smiled, “thank you, aunt Asami you look great.” Chaeyoung smiled and looked over at Ayaka as she drew, “Aya-chan sure has grown a lot bigger.”
“Here you go,” Asami handed a fancy basket with soy sauce rice crackers and a packet of strawberry Pocky. “For me? Oh, aunt Asami, you didn’t have to,” Chaeyoung said, smiling happily. “Please, I know how much you love those rice crackers and Pocky,” she laughed as she walked over to me. “And here, of course, I couldn’t forget about Y/N-chan,” You looked and bowed, “thanks, aunty. Oh my goodness, you got me Royal milk tea and those Meiji chocolate almonds that I adore, thank you so much!”
“Let’s go out and get some Boba tea!” You said, patting Ayaka’s shoulder as she nodded in excitement, “yay!” You walked inside Gong Cha and ordered for everyone. “Say, what grade are you in right now, Aya-chan?” Chaeyoung asked, smiling at her. “I’m in 3rd grade, Chaeyoung-Onee-chan!” Ayaka giggled and smiled cutely. “You sure have grown into a pretty girl, eh hehe~” she laughed as you walked over with the drinks.
“Alright, here you go Ayaka, Chocolate Cookie and Cream Smoothie with strawberry bubbles. Matcha Tea Latte with Azuki beans for aunty, and Strawberry Cookie Smoothie with tapioca pearls for Chaeng.” You said, handing their respective drinks as they all smiled. “Thanks, Y/N,” Asami said, smiling, “yeah, thank you Y/N-Onee-chan!” Chaeyoung and Ayaka said in sync as we laughed.
“So what do you three want to eat for dinner?” Asami asked, looking at us. “Ehh, aunt Asami, you don’t have to pay for us,” Chaeyoung said politely, “yeah, aunty it’s okay. Say, Ayaka-chan what would you like to eat?” The two of you looked at her.
“I want to eat Japchae!” Ayaka said, finishing her beverage rather quickly as she was full of energy. “Okay, that’s a deal,” Asami nodded and got up, with the drink in her hand. “We’ll go back to the hotel and change into something more casual, then I’ll find the restaurant and make a reservation for us.” She said and winked.
“See you later, Aya-chan!” Chaeyoung waved as we headed home.
45 minutes later…
“Man, aunty’s always super generous…” You sighed, walking out of the bathroom, and drying your light brown hair with a mini towel. “Your family is always so sweet and kind,” Chaeyoung said, giggling as she rubbed her face with some lotion. “I bet your aunt’s going to be shocked to see the tattoo behind my ear,” she giggled as you used the hair dryer. “Aunt Asami has always been artistic, but I bet she’ll love seeing that tattoo of yours.” You smiled, brushing your hair.
You wore an orange sweater and a pair of loose beige pants, you tied your hair in a low ponytail. Chaeyoung wore some stockings and some denim shorts and a tank top, “let’s go, we shouldn’t keep aunt Asami waiting,” she giggled and put on her coat as we went downstairs, “come get in ladies,” Asami said as waving from a car she had rented.
“Woah~ it’s been a while since I had this great Japchae!” Chaeyoung exclaimed as she was eating happily, “mmm-mmm, it’s so yummy, Onee-chan!” Ayaka added as you and Asami chuckled. “Say, Chaeyoung. Did you get a tattoo?” Asami cupped her head as she nodded, “how did you know?” Chaeyoung’s eyes widened, “I noticed you tugged your hair behind your ear, it’s a cute tattoo you’ve gotten,” she giggled.
“Did it hurt to get it, Onee-chan?” Ayaka tilted her head as she chewed her food. “A bit but I’m a strong girl, eh he he~” Chaeyoung stuck her tongue out, “I’m planning on getting a few more!” She placed her sketchbook on the table as there were four sketches of tattoo ideas.
“Wow they’re so pretty, did you come with the designs yourself?” Asami asked as Chaeyoung nodded proudly. “This time Y/N’s going to tag along with me!” You smiled, “it’s going to be interesting, to say the least,” you giggled, finishing your food.
Today was the day you had to accompany your roommate to the tattoo studio, this was your first time tagging along with her. Usually, it’s Chaeng’s boyfriend that attends with her but he was busy with work in Busan. You walked inside the small and cool-looking tattoo studio and looked around. When Ten and Johnny greeted you. “Welcome, Ms. Miyoshi, to our tattoo studio.” Ten said as you smiled. “Thank you, Ten.” You bowed, “this place is really nice. It looks so clean and well-organized,” You added, looking around. “Thanks, Miyoshi. Well, the three of us actually worked hard for the design.” Ten said as Johnny walked us to the private room, “ladies first.”
“Thanks, Suh,” Chaeyoung said, walking in as she took off her black leather jacket and hung it on the coat rack. “Heyo, Osaka Prince. Long time no see~” She said, patting his shoulder when the swivel chair turned around. You were somewhat surprised to see who was sitting there. It was none other than Nakamoto Yuta, himself. “Hello, Miyoshi-san.”
“Hi… Nakamoto-san…” You said, flusteredly, and rubbed your arm. “What… Do you two know each other?” Chaeyoung asked, looking at us.
“We met at the library several days ago,” Yuta said, smirking at you as you turned away. “No way! Y/N, so the handsome guy that you met turned out to be Osaka Prince himself?” Chaeyoung said out loud as you exclaimed, “Chaeng! That’s not it! You got it wrong!”
Why? Out of all places, why do you have to meet him here?
“Should we get started on your tattoo, Chae?” Yuta asked, gathering some blank pieces of paper. These are the designs I want. The cherry tomatoes, the stars, the lips, and the four carrots.” She drew on the paper as he looked at them closely.
“Alright, that’s quite a lot. Are you sure that you will be able to handle it? I mean just as a warning you may faint, but as a tattoo artist I have to keep on going with the ink.” Yuta stated, looking at Chaeyoung seriously. “Fainting… Wait, what? Chaeng, doesn’t that sound a bit dangerous?” You said, hugging her arm as she smiled. “Nah don’t worry, Unnie. It’s normal to faint because there’s a lot of ink digging into my skin, after all.” She said, comfortably seating herself on the tattoo chair as you sat on a regular chair next to her
“Please, be careful, Nakamoto-san…” You mumbled, holding Chaeyoung’s hand as he looked into my eyes. “I will, Y/N-san. Don’t worry.” She smiled at you as he began tattooing the orange carrots. Once he started on the lips tattoo, Chaeyoung fainted. “Chaeng!” You shouted, caressing her hand.
“Are you okay, Y/N?” Yuta asked when he stopped and looked at you. “Yeah, please just focus on her tattoos.” You mumbled, placing the blanket from your lap to her lap. “Chaeng is so silly, she always forgets to bring a blanket with her whenever she’s wearing short skirts like that.” You said, patting her legs when you pulled your skirt a bit down. He looked down at your legs which you kept rubbing together to keep some warmth.
“Aren’t you freezing?” Yuta asked, glancing at you. “I’m fine…” You lied, hugging yourself as he finished tattooing the lips and mini stars on her.
“Here, take this.” He said, taking off his white jacket as he was left with his visible mesh shirt. “But what about you, Yuta-san…” You mumbled, putting his jacket on your thighs, “I’m used to the cold from the air conditioner. So, don’t worry.”
Yuta is so kind and thoughtful. It’s no wonder that he’s a good friend of Chaeng.
“Thank you, Yuta-san.” You said, watching him add the finishing touches of her cherry tomatoes. “They’re so pretty. You’re so incredibly talented, Yuta.”
“Come with me, I want to show you something.” He said, holding your wrist as you walked over to the corner of the room as he opened the door. It was a small room with a couch, cabinet, and table. We sat on the couch as he showed me the book he had borrowed from our library. “This is the book… that you got the other day,” You said when he flipped through several pages. “This is the butterfly inspiration.”
“Thank you for helping me find this book, it has been so useful for both me and our clients,” Yuta said as he slowly lifted his shirt as you caught a glimpse of that pretty butterfly.
“Did it hurt to get your butterfly tattoo?” You asked, glancing and studying the details. “A little, but it was tough to get the details on its wings.”
“Can I touch it?” You asked, reaching your hand out.
“Sure,” Yuta said, sliding his t-shirt off as you looked away shyly. “It’s so beautiful, did Ten or Johnny tattoo it for you?” You pointed at his other tattoo of flying birds.
“None of them.” He chuckled as you traced your fingertips on the wings of his butterfly tattoo when you looked up.
“It was actually me. I did it on myself.” You looked up shyly, “how did you do it?” You asked, noticing his belly button piercing.
“I used that large mirror over there and began carefully working on its shape. While looking at images of butterflies.”
“That must’ve taken a lot of time. But you’re amazing, Nakamoto-san.” You expressed as our eyes met when Yuta lowered himself and placed a small kiss on your head.
“Thank you, Y/N.” You looked up, pursing your lips together.
Does Yuta have a crush on you? Why did he just do that?
“There you two are!” Chaeyoung said while walking in as Ten walked, “oh are we interrupting something?” He chuckled, looking at Yuta being shirtless.
“Chaeng, are you alright?” You said, walking up to her as she nodded while smiling.
“Mmm, thanks for coming with me today.” Chaeyoung expressed and bowed slightly, “anyways how much do I owe you, Osaka Prince?” She asked, opening her wallet as she pulled out her credit card. “Forget about it, and just get Y/N to take me on a date,” Yuta said while smirking as he stretched. “Ehh?” You exclaimed surprisedly and stared at him.
“Deal.” She giggled as you looked at her, “hey Chaeng! That’s not fair!” Chaeyoung filled in her address, ID, and number.
“Just kidding. It’s 80,000₩, but I’ll make it half-price because you brought this cutie pie along with you.” Yuta said, looking at you as he entered the payment on the cash register. “But really, thanks a lot Yuta. They came out just as I had expected them.” Chaeyoung said, using her credit card before looking at her arm. “You’re welcome. Be sure to avoid direct sunlight on them, and here take this too.” Yuta said, handing her a moisturizer as she accepted it.
“Hey Babe, I just finished getting my tats done,” Chaeyoung answered her phone, speaking to Jungkook. “Wanna go and get boba, Y/N?” Yuta asked, looking at you. “Umm, sure thing. But only if the others join us too…” You stated, folding your arms as you walked out of the room.
“Yo what’s up,” a blonde-haired guy said, walking inside as he greeted Ten. “Nothing much just finished making Chae’s tattoos, how is it going, Yukhei?”
“Ah Yukhei, what’s up?” Johnny said, smiling as he did a small handshake. “Oh that’s nice, well, I was just nearby and thought I’d say hi.” He chuckled, his smile was warm and bright.
“Who’s this lady?” Yukhei looked over at me as you bowed, “hello, my name is Miyoshi Y/N. I’m Chaeyoung’s friend and roommate.”
“Nice to meet you, I’m Yukhei.” He bowed and smiled when you suddenly felt an arm around you. “Don’t flirt with Miyoshi. She’s mine, Yukhei.” Yuta said, pulling you closer as you could hear his heartbeat. “Ehh, Yuta? What are you saying?” You mumbled looking at him in confusion as Yuta stuck his tongue out.
“Ooh, so Yuta got a girlfriend now? Congrats.” Yukhei said, raising an eyebrow as he clapped. “What? N-no, you got it all wrong me and Yuta aren’t dating!” You yelled out flustered.
“What’s going on here?” Chaeyoung walked out as her eyes widened, “omg, Yukhei! Welcome back!” She ran and hugged him, “thanks, Chae. It’s nice to see you and your new tats too.” He chuckled as she showed off her arms.
You looked up at Yuta and naturally made eye contact with him, his arm was still around you.
Yuta’s warmth was so comforting and safe…
“Put a shirt on already, you pervert!” You said flusteredly, looking away as he chuckled. “Right, let’s go and get some Boba everyone,” Yuta said, putting on his shirt. “I’ll watch the store, you guys better not forget my order!” Ten said in a joking manner as Johnny nodded and laughed, “don’t worry, we won’t forget this time,” Chaeyoung put on her leather jacket.
So it was finally Saturday evening, this party had been on your mind the whole week. Although you were hesitant to attend it at first, you were happy that Chaeyoung convinced you to tag along.
“Hey, Chaeng… Don’t you think my outfit’s a bit too revealing?” You asked. “What? No, come on Unnie, you look so stunning!” You were wearing that black leather miniskirt, a hot pink top, black stockings, and a mesh-sleeve blouse underneath. “Besides, we’re kinda matching! I’m wearing a silver top with black leather pants,” she said, turning around with her arms in the air. “Anyways, Somi’s there, I’ll just go and look for Jungkook,” Chaeyoung said, walking away as she waved to her.
“Wow, Y/N-Unnie, you look so incredibly sexy!” Somi exclaimed as you blushed a little, “thank you Somi, you also look super pretty in that yellow dress.” She giggled as she waved to the guys approaching us, “ah, if it isn’t Y/N?” Johnny said, holding a glass of beer as you bowed, “hi Johnny,” you rubbed your arm awkwardly, “it’s good to see you.” He shook your hand as he introduced you to his friend, “hi, the name’s Mark, nice to meet you, Y/N. You look pretty” You waved and shook Mark’s hand, “thanks, nice to meet you too, Mark.” Somi suddenly grabbed a hold of Mark’s hand, “come on, Mark. Let’s dance, woo!” She giggled as she threw her hands in the air.
God… This is getting kind of overwhelming… Maybe, I should get a drink. You walked over to get a virgin Pina Colada. You watched Chaeyoung dance with Jungkook, it seemed like the others had a lot of fun too, and then you noticed him.
Nakamoto Yuta’s also here?
He looked at you and smiled. You looked away shyly, you looked around everywhere hoping to see Bryce but it seemed he was nowhere to be found. You drank your drink and let out a deep sigh as Chaeyoung surprised you from behind, “Chaeng! You scared me!” Somi and she giggled, “come on, what are you doing here sulking all alone, let’s dance!” They pulled you as they danced with you, Yuta looked over at you and chuckled as he danced smoothly.
You looked over when you noticed Bryce walk inside, you smiled happily and ran towards him, “oh looks who decided to come,” Chaeyoung said in her annoyed voice, “ah it’s Bryce,” Jungkook said, they all looked at the two of you.
You hugged Bryce and kissed him when he looked at you up and down, “Bryce, you’re here, I was waiting so long but you finally came!” You smiled, holding onto his shoulders. Yuta watched the two of you talking as he clenched his hands in jealousy. “Tch, what a show-off.”
“Why are you dressed like that?” Bryce stared at you, almost as if he was disgusted by your outfit. “What… Don’t you like the way I look tonight?” You asked, looking into his eyes as he looked away. “You look so slutty, this type of outfit isn’t your taste,” Bryce walked away from you as he went outside to smoke.
You clenched your hand in frustration as you closed your eyes.
Maybe you should head home and change, Bryce’s right. This outfit isn’t you after all…
You walked away fast, wiping the small tears that had formed, “I think that bastard made her cry,” Yuta voiced angrily, “that asshole…” Chaeyoung sneered as Jungkook held her back, he tried to follow you, “I’ll go comfort her.” You went inside the women’s bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. Why…? Why would Bryce say such a horrible thing?
You wiped your tears away and splashed some water into your eyes. Everyone else said you looked stunning. You took one final look at yourself and shrugged your shoulders. You felt beautiful in that outfit, a bit revealing but it was a nice chance for once.
There’s nothing wrong with trying something new after all…
You walked out as Yuta approached you, “hey, are you okay?” You looked at him and nodded, “thanks… I’m fine, did Chaeng send you over?” He shook his head, “no, you looked upset so I ran after you, did he say something mean to you?” You wanted to tell him the truth but you ended up shaking your head and not looking into his eyes.
“Y/N, you look incredibly beautiful tonight in that outfit,” Yuta complimented you when your cheeks blushed red. For once, you felt relieved at this party. Yuta’s words comforted you and made you feel confident. “Thank you, Yuta-san,” you smiled, looking at him.
“These two look much more like a better couple,” Somi said, watching you, “I know right?” Chaeyoung agreed, holding Jungkook’s hand. “I think Yuta might be crushing on Y/N,” Johnny said bluntly. “What? No way, Yuta-Hyung and Y/N? Doesn’t she already have a boyfriend?” Mark wondered, “Yuta seems to always fall for women that are already taken,” Jungkook said.
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mymarkieblog · 7 months
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I want to start writing on here so bad I have been writing for mutual son different apps and I have been writing on other platforms most recent wattpad but I love the communities on here so if anyone has ideas or requests of topic I should write about could be any genre if I decline the only reason is if I would be uncomfortable writing about it and for me I would probably not write about like step siblings or anything like step parents or forceful of anything but let me know don’t interact if not 18
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theficblog · 2 years
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BABYSITTING
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NA JAEMIN
Prologue: You think kids are little devils, as they turn out to be with you but Jaemin has got another side to show you.
Genre: Fluff 
Wordcount: 1,466
Warnings: Mild Language
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The hands of the clock had barely made it through the daylight hours, but your condition was a disaster. Your room now appeared like some sort of zoo, to put it aptly. The bedcovers were pulled out, drawers and shelves raided, coloring pencils and crayons spread all across the room and to any possible place they could conquer. The screaming sounds mixed with the giggles and laughs now seemed rather evil to you.
Being a big sister and the only teen sister to your five little evil cousins wasn’t something you signed up for, but that’s just how it was. Your humungous family was having a get-together over the long weekend, resulting in all the uncles with a dead sense of humor, the aunts with relentless gossip whom you never liked, and the superficially cute-appearing cousins that carried chaos and trouble inside them gathering at your place. Having your grandparents around too was the only thing that you looked up to.
And it would have been completely fine if only people minded their own businesses, but that was not the case. You did not mind sitting down with everyone and being a part of a lively conversation, reminiscing about the old days, embarrassing stories from the past, bitching about the relatives that weren't present there. That was, after all, the essence of a family. It was only then that the conversations began to turn and hit you, questioning your career decisions, college grades, part-time, uninvitedly interfering in your little social life, talking about your never-before-existing love affairs with the rich boy next door, and what the hell not.
You had to bear it all, and you did. There was this thing about "family" that no one could ever escape, and you were no special exception either.
You reasoned that it would be better this afternoon because all of the adults from the functioning society had left the house. Was it for shopping? Just going around the city? Visiting some more knowns? You couldn’t care less. You were just happy that they were gone.
It had now been three hours since you were babysitting a bunch of toddlers. Ensuring they don’t bump their heads on your mum’s expensive taste furniture. Looking around, and counting their heads and turning the house upside down in case any one of them was not in place. You were now done with listening to their babbles and epics of how their kindergarten teacher awarded them with a star on their wrists. Things went worse when you allowed them in your room, giving them the permission to do just about whatever they wanted.
You placed yourself on your pastel green couch, pulling out your phone from your pocket and excusing yourself from the world. A text message from Jaemin, your college boyfriend, caught your attention before anything else.
"Hey, babe! Wanna hang out today?" he asked. Without even considering his offer, you spammed him with more texts.
"Why are kids so annoying?"
"Why do people get so excited over kids when, in the end, they turn out to be devils?"
"I swear there is something wrong with this generation."
"They won't get into place, so what the hell do I do now?"
"And I’m not even getting paid for it."
"They are now demanding gummy bears to assemble them into battalions like girl, for reals?"
You started off out of context, leaving Jaemin clueless. "Eh? You alright? Are you into babysitting kids, wait a minute, what?"
You realized. "Oh, I’m sorry, but I can’t hang out today, I have to watch over my cousins." You sent him a text back. What would otherwise have been a fun day out with your boyfriend has now turned into a stupid baby daycare session.
"I’m coming over." Jaemin replied. Too tired to respond back, you left him on read, the most recent evolved habit of yours.
Fifteen minutes later, you heard the door knock. You were sure it was Jaemin, but you would have been happier if the adults returned home. Oh, how badly you wish they could come and collect their devil bags. You were done.
"Hi!" Greeted Jaemin with his bunny smile and sparkling eyes. Either it was his caffeine addiction and espresso shots, or this boy just naturally never lacked energy, as cheerful as ever. For a moment you were lost, thinking of how jealous you were of him.
"Hey? Y/N, You alright?" He now clicked his fingers in front of your eyes, trying to grab your attention.
"Oh yeah, Hi Jaem! Come in!" You welcomed him inside and he was astonished to say the least upon viewing your otherwise immaculate house. Cushions on the floor acting as rugs, Legos, deadly little Lego pieces that no one would ever want to step on scattered. Chocolate bar wrappers and unwrapped stationery placed themselves at questionable places and oh, dear, your dad’s broken vinyl record.
Clearing his throat, Jaemin now took a glance at you. Shirt half tucking in, messy hair bun that was too messy to be considered fashionable, and mismatched pair of socks. They eyebags added more to your tired appearance.
"Are the kids bullying you?" Jaemin teased. It was meant to lighten up the atmosphere but Jaemin showcased his sense of humor at the wrong timing. You did not care that he was your boyfriend.
"More like do you want me to bully you?" You raged at him. Jaemin flinched for a second, but he was quick enough to realize it was not you but your sleep ridden, tired and annoyed soul shouting at him. If this boy could handle your PMS, this little incident was not a big game for him.
In a flash, he pulled you into a hug. The arms that could comfort you, anytime. It felt so comfortable that you could sleep in them for a lifetime. Plus his cologne added more to the vibe.
"I’m sorry". He comforted you as he pecked your forehead, squeezing you even tighter. "How about you go take a nap? You really need some rest right now." He offered and you were keen to accept it but you had family obligations.
"But them, these kids, Jaemin there are five of them and they are evil". You ranted out, almost on the verge of tears. "I’ll look after them". He stated, ready to take on the responsibility. You looked up at him, wearing a doubtful expression. "Oh, come on, I really can! If I can look after Jisung, your cousins are no big deal!", He justified.
"Jisung is fucking twenty." You reverted. How could Jaemin compare his two-years younger friend to babysitting. Jaemin was funny indeed and he sure knew how to lift your mood up.
He grinned at your response and headed the two of you into your room. Managing to scrape out some clean and comfy space of your bed that met with the fate of the toddlers. Jaemin planted a kiss on your forehead as you drifted to sleep.
Three and a half hours later you were woken up by more giggles, one of which seemed too gigantic to belong to a kid. You stepped out of your now-in-place room, rubbing your eyes in disbelief.
There sat Jaemin and the five cousins, with cookies in their hands as they watched Frozen on the TV. The aroma of freshly baked gourmets filled the entire living room, which had been restored to its original state.
You were beyond happy. Did Jaemin do all of this? Well, of course he did. There was no Gennie that could otherwise have done those little wonders.
"Hey Guys! Enjoying yourselves?" you inquired. Grins and cheers mixed with "Yep" responses answered you back.
"We baked cookies, do you want some?" commented one of the little devils, who now seemed to appear rather cute.
"We also cleaned up! Don’t this look shiny now?" said the other, who could barely speak with the stuffed food in her mouth.
"Jaemin you really tamed them like woah?! I never knew you were good with kids!" You exclaimed, returning back to your his arms as he rose from his seat. "Oh, I’m just good with so many things, It’s time you start acknowledging." Jaemin started off.
"Hmm, like? what else are you good at? Na Jaemin? Show me!" You whispered ever so sensually. Jaemin’s throat gulped and his gaze grew darker.
"AHEM AHEM!" You looked over to see the eldest of the kids, who was hardly six, covering his eyes. The others mimicked him.
“Mom taught us to cover the eyes and ears in front of adult things.”
"Don’t be a bad influence on your cousins, you know they are hard to tame, just like you". advised your boyfriend, with his cheeky grin taking over his face again.
You loved this boy.
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wingwoman - L.MK
mark x fem!reader ft. jaemin
synopsis: mark has trouble pulling girls. he also has trouble understanding girls. this makes sense when he asks the best friend of his crush for help when it's blatantly obvious she's actually in love with him.
wc: ~9.5k
warnings: none??? unrequited love. mark is clueless. reader is a coward hehe. based in college. i say fem!reader bc they use she/her pronouns and refer to her as a "wingwoman," but honestly can be read as gender neutral?? ORIGINALLY WRITTEN IN FIRST PERSON, so ignore mistakes pls
A/N: my first published work woot woot i've had this written and sitting for so long. i love unrequited love and angst. this isn't that angsty but maybe if i get sad enough, i can write an angstier one! okay byeee
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“You like him, don’t you?”
The mayo from your sandwich made a cartoonish splat onto the plate at the end of his question. Your head snapped over, looking at Jaemin incredulously for his unexpected inquiry. You were in the middle of a lovely meal with Mark in between classes. When Jaemin sat down to join halfway, You didn’t expect him to have an agenda in mind. You placed your sandwich down and checked to see how far Mark had gotten before you could speak. He had lost a round of rock, paper, scissors and was sent to buy drinks.
“What are you talking about?” You cleared your throat of whatever was left of your lunch. You knew exactly who and what he was talking about but you prayed it was something else. You didn’t want to have this discussion. Things could be laid out on this table that you're not yet ready to process, and not with Jaemin of all people. It’s not like you and Jaemin aren’t close. You're just both the same kind of person, the type of person who doesn’t like to express their feelings. So it was odd that Jaemin was even asking about your personal life.
“Mark. You like him, right?“ He raised a single eyebrow, tempting you to deny his claim. How could he admit your feelings so easily when it’s something you've been struggling to grasp for a month?
You wiped the crumbs off your hands onto your jeans, and maybe some nervous sweat too.
“No. I mean. He likes Jenn.” You stated it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, trying hard to make it seem like that fact didn’t bother you. You automatically looked down and start picking at the crumbs.
Jaemin hummed, “I asked if you like him. Not who he likes. I know who he likes.” 
The last statement felt like a stab in the chest, because, of course, you do too. Mark likes your roommate, your friend since high school. That was the only reason you were sitting at this table, the only reason you were able to have this conversation with one of his best friends. If he didn’t reach out to you during your Anatomy class together about helping him get with your friend, you wouldn’t even be here in this situation right now. At first, you were honestly offended by his request. However, after seeing the charm he very much lacked, you understood why he was desperate. It was a pitiful acceptance, but you wish you never agreed. Being reminded of your purpose in his life always tore you apart because Jaemin’s assumption is right; you do like Mark. 
Maybe that slight bitterness in your heart is what pushed you to confess to Jaemin, one of Mark’s friends and not the man himself. You took another quick glance at Mark to see him fumbling with his change at the vending machine to get you a drink. You couldn’t help but smile fondly at him and quickly realize how screwed you are. Jaemin followed your eyes and smiled to himself knowing he was right. It wasn’t difficult to figure out. The only person that didn’t know was Mark, and maybe Jenn.
You sighed and turned back to him, a month of feelings bursting at your lips.
“Okay, fine. I like Mark. But I swear to you, I’m not going to do anything. It literally doesn’t matter. He likes Jenn and I’m helping him pursue Jenn. I know I’m an idiot for getting my feelings tangled up in all of this, but I really care for Mark, so I’m not gonna let something as stupid as this get in the way of that. I’m gonna keep helping him and if I get to continue being his friend after they get together, great! But if our relation-friendship ends there, then that’s also fine. It-“ You hesitated, looking at the pity and confusion on Jaemin’s face. “It’s completely fine,” You said quieter, the weight of your ramble finally hitting you. You didn’t realize how pathetic this whole situation was till your thoughts left your head and were actually voiced. 
Jaemin made a sound of disapproval, getting ready to speak before a can of Milkis was placed in front of your plate.
“What’d I miss?” Mark asked, swiftly sliding his body onto the bench. “I cleaned the top already,” He says, tapping your drink.
You smiled with gratitude, before quickly snapping back into wing woman mode. Like it was second nature.
“Jenn wants to catch a movie this weekend, wanna come? Maybe bring Jeno or Jaemin,” your eyes flickered to the man that just watched you word-vomit your inner thoughts. “So it’s less sus, you know?” 
Mark’s eyes lit up immediately, the smile on his face lifting his cheekbones to match the pure joy in his eyes. The green in you only faltered your smile slightly. When has he ever smiled like that for me?, you thought.
“Jaem, what do you say? Wanna come?” Mark asked.
Jaemin looked at you as you avoided his eyes. He took a big bite of his food before saying, “I’d rather not.” 
Mark instantly pouted and slapped Jaemin’s arms multiple times, whining that it’d be fun. Jaemin continued taking bites of his food, unfazed by Mark’s slaps and silently refusing. You giggled at the sight, but something in your stomach felt uneasy now that Jaemin knows. 
Everyone continued finishing up their meals and Mark asked you about this weekend and what movies Jenn likes. You took a sip of your drink and let the carbonation burn your throat. Hopefully, your abrupt confession helps you in this predicament. Having at least one person know would be good, right?
You peered up at Jaemin and his eyes were trained strictly on you, sending goosebumps down your arms. 
Maybe not.
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A month has passed since your confession to Jaemin and two and a half months have passed since Operation Jump Jenn began — name courtesy of Haechan, objectively not his best work but you got outvoted. Ever since you started hanging out with Mark and helping out with his love life situation, your friend groups began to merge and you all grew extremely close. It feels like you're known the boys since birth, despite meeting only this year. Due to this and because everyone is all in on Operation Jump Jenn, a camping trip was planned together — more like “glamping” because tents were swapped for a nice cabin. The goal was to get Mark and Jenn some alone time whether it be on a hike or by the campfire. Haechan said they should go as far as making them share a bed, but he quickly earned a smack in the head from Renjun. 
The crew had just arrived at the cabin this morning and scurried into the rooms they self-assigned, or should you say argued over, in the car ride up. You obviously got put with Jenn and your friend, Sumin, while the boys fought over who could sleep with Renjun. Surprisingly, Jeno came out victorious.
“Okay, I’m done! I’m gonna go help the boys figure out groceries,” Jenn got up and brushed the dust off her pants.
“Oh, you’ll need backup,” Sumin laughed and trailed after her, leaving you alone in your shared room.
You took your time unpacking just because driving partially took a lot out of you. The bed was looking extra nap-able. Your body soreness also probably came from craning your neck so much to look at Mark and Jenn in the backseat. It was torturous, but you couldn’t look away. It was like self-sabotage.
A light knock on the door caught your attention and you told the person to come in. It was Mark.
Not even trying to hide the immediate smile on your face, you got up off the floor. 
“Hey, did you unpack already?”
“Haechan owes me for something, so I made him do it for me.” He sighs happily before plopping onto the bed, basking in his zero responsibilities.
You scoffed and smacked his thigh, “You’re wearing your outside clothes!” You log rolled him over to his side but he quickly positioned himself back.
“All we did was drive,” he whined. “I think our clothes should be relatively clean.” He patted the empty spot next to him. You obviously obliged.
You leaned over to him and jokingly sniffed, “Yeah, but you smell a little.”
Mark mocked offense and grabbed you by the shoulders to pull you into a tight hug, laughing evilly at your cries.
“Then get a gooood smell,” He trapped you in, shaking you around. You pretended to cough on his odor and he gasped. Mark pulled back to look at your face and you were already laughing. 
He gave a light flick to your forehead, “Jerk.”
You simply smiled, shoving him away from you before the butterflies in your stomach could get even worse. You had to take a deep breath just to calm down and remind yourself of your place. 
“When we have to grocery shop later, you should volunteer with Jenn. She’s already making the list so I’m sure she’ll wanna take over the shopping part as well.” With your eyes trained on the ceiling, the advice just flowed naturally out of you like always. You laid there expecting him to jump up at the idea. 
Mark propped his head up with his elbow and looked at you from the side, “I’m kinda tired.”
You rolled your eyes, “You’re stupid. You gotta take every opportunity you can get. Jenn’s a little tough to break through and get to know. She’s shy, remember?” You poked his nose and he scrunched at you.
“True,” he pouted. Mark reached over to grab a strand that came loose from your bun after he practically strangled you. He gently brushed it aside and you felt your whole body freeze. Two attacks in one day? Your poor heart.
You cleared your throat and shot up. You grabbed his hand and yanked him with you, to which he instantly groaned. 
“C’monnn, let’s goooo,” you pleaded, shaking his arm. “I don’t have the energy to pull you up.” 
He used both hands to grab your arm and pulled himself up, leaving you both face to face. You instantly took a step back, frazzled once again. Mark was never good at hiding his facial expressions. It was what made getting close to him so easy. You felt like you could read his mind, and sometimes you dive deeper than he expects. He looked at you a little confused by your distance and you simply gave his arm a squeeze, not wanting to look too suspicious. He smiled. 
Mark naturally wrapped his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer and walked the two of you out of the room, “Let’s gooo.” 
If he could read you the way you read him, you're sure he’d push you away.
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Scrubbing hard at the dishes, you cursed myself for being so bad at rock, paper, scissors. Yes, it’s a game of luck, but you must have the worst luck in the world to always lose to Lee Haechan. You could hear him snickering at the dining table behind you, smacking on the marshmallows they were about to roast. 
“Haechan! Stop snacking and bring those outside,” Jaemin snapped, coming in to bring in more dishes from dinner. 
“Yessir!” Haechan mocked a salute and scrambled outside to where Mark and Jenn were setting up the campfire. Jeno and Sumin were looking for more firewood and Renjun went to take a post-dinner nap. 
Jaemin bumped you with his hip, scooting you over as he started rinsing your dishes.
“You’re helping?” you asked, shocked that someone would willingly wash dishes. 
“Should I stop?” He smiles, threatening to let go of the plate.
“No! No. No. I appreciate the help.” 
Jaemin laughs, “That’s what I thought.”
You both stand there quietly washing what felt like millions of dishes. Spending time alone with Jaemin was never uncomfortable, but there were always moments when your mind gets in the way and you think about what he knows. 
It’s like he can read your thoughts because he suddenly asks, “Is this trip gonna be okay for you?“
Suddenly hyper-focused on the crust of the pan, you didn’t dare make eye contact with him. 
“What do you mean?”
Jaemin takes the pan from you and starts scrubbing himself. You instantly occupy yourself with another dish.
He sighs, “I mean, usually when we set the two up, we’re never actually there to witness how it goes. It must suck to watch them laugh and be happy like that.” His words burn.
You hiss at the realization and almost drop the cup you were gripping. Jaemin tuts and grabs the cup from your hand. His hand on your wrist is tight, begging you to look up. You chew on your inner cheek, hesitantly lifting your eyes to match his. 
“It’s only the first day, but we have a whole week. If you ever need to get away from all of this, you find me, okay?” The brown in his eyes is warm and inviting, and his facial structures soften when he’s talking to you. He’s chewing on his bottom lip and you could see how nervous he is for you. You slowly release his grip from your wrist and you hold his hand lightly.
“Thank you, Jaem. But I’ll be okay. I’ve made it this far,” You meekly smile. Your eyes darted to the side of his face to look outside the window where Jenn is throwing marshmallows up in the air for Mark to catch. He looks so happy. Maybe even in love. And that look wasn’t for you. The ache in your chest returns and you hope Jaemin doesn’t catch on. You don’t know what it is that made you so sensitive in this moment, but your vision blurred slightly with tears. 
“You sure about that?” He teases, wiping the tear that managed to slip. 
“You’re gonna get soap in my eyes,” you scowl, but laugh at how pathetic you're being. He gently blows the suds off your face and you could feel them being replaced with a peachy rose tint on your cheeks.
“C’mon, let’s hurry. They’re gonna eat all the marshmallows and your terrible scrubbing is slowing me down. Jesus, Y/N, I’m finding so many missed food spots.”
Your jaw dropped and you scrubbed harder, “It’s dark in here and my arms are tired from driving! Leave me alone.”
Jaemin looks at you from his peripheral to see you practically scrubbing the varnish off the plates and he smiles. He hopes you'll be okay, but also a part of him hopes you'll seek comfort in him if needed. Was that too much or too selfish to wish for?
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For the rest of the glamping days, you're unintentionally glued to Jaemin’s side. Every activity planned for this trip ended up with you being paired up with him: paddle boarding, hiking, cliff jumping, grilling, and so on. Every partner assignment was decided by rock, paper, scissors, and somehow the two of you kept doing the same one. Some would say it's fate, but Jaemin would call it cheating. He was lucky that Renjun hasn’t caught him changing his hands last minute to copy yours. Truth be told, Jeno noticed a while ago, but decided to let his best friend have his fun. 
The universe likes to play its games too. And that’s how you ended up being partnered with Mark for canoeing. You almost fought it till you saw how happy Jenn was to canoe with Sumin. Mark simply shrugged and grabbed two life vests for you guys.
He offered to strap it in for you and you were looking at everything but his face. Unfortunately, you could still feel the steady rhythm of his breath catching up to the racing of your heart. 
“I feel like I haven’t talked to you in ages,” Mark said to break the ice. It was true though. Your wing woman duties on this trip were basically minimal as the group joined efforts to get the two together at all costs. It took a lot off of you and you were happily distracted by Jaemin. 
“I bet you got a lot of talking done with Jenn though.” you gave him a closed mouth smile, trying to find the positives of your distance, for his sake and yours.
Mark looked at you with anything but happiness. Shouldn’t he be happy? At this rate, Jenn and he are close to making it official. 
“I just missed you,” Mark stated like he was releasing air from his lungs. You had your shield up and you were ready to combat it with another sentence about how well his love life is looking. But you saw the look in his eyes and the way his body looked defeated. You tightened the strap on his life jacket and patted over his heart.
“I missed you too,” you replied. It was something you weren't letting yourself admit this entire week. Like fireworks, a smile instantly erupted on his face and he grabbed your hands from his straps, giving your palm a swift kiss before dragging you to your boat.
Your insides screamed at his gesture and your legs failed to move as you stumbled after him. It was like you were in a Mark drought and he was the single drop of water you needed to beg for more. 
The remaining of the afternoon was spent paddling in circles and laughing till your throats were dry at your horrible rowing skills. An oar was even lost in the process. Mark also clumsily fell in while trying to reach for a duck. Being the good person you are, you jumped in after him so he wasn’t alone. Admittedly, it looked more fun than sitting in one place on the canoe. 
Mark cackled at the life jacket forcing you to bob up and down in the water, making you look like a little kid drowning. 
“You look so stupid,” he says in the middle of laughing, accidentally swallowing some lake water.
“Jerk!” you splashed him and he’s sputtering, trying to get the taste out of his mouth. His jaw drops when he realized what you did and he looks at you so seriously. Your hands are ready to splash him again and the water fight begins. You're hurling water toward each other for a good five minutes before he concedes, whining about potentially losing a contact. 
You swim towards him, grabbing his face to check his eyes. His contacts were very clearly still intact. You're about to call him out for lying when he suddenly spits water onto your face. 
“Marcus Lee.” you threaten him, still holding onto his face. Your eyes are shut in disgust. 
You wipe the water off your face and open your eyes to see him grinning evilly. 
“That’s not even my name,” Mark giggles.
“‘Mark Lee’ doesn’t have the same impact,” you shrug, moving your hands to his shoulders to stay afloat. 
He smiles fondly, holding onto your elbows lightly. The feeling in his chest felt as good as the sun resting on his backside. The warmth of the sunset reflected off your lake-soaked cheeks, plump from laughing, and something stirred in his chest. Something a little too similar to the feeling he was forcing when he was with Jenn. It was the feeling Mark had wished he felt when with her. 
Scared of this new emotion, he let go of you and scrambled to climb back into the canoe. He quickly mumbled about wanting to get back before it got dark. You floated there a little confused by his urgency, but followed suit anyways. He tossed you a towel and out of nowhere gained the skills of a professional rower and got you back to the shore in no time. Without even looking back, he trudged towards the cabin, leaving you with the setting sun, cold and confused.
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“So he just left you there?” Renjun asks, scrolling through Netflix to pick a show to watch. It was just the two of you since the rest were too tired from today’s activities.
“Mhmm. It was so weird.” 
“I can check up on him in the morning since he’s asleep now. But he probably just had the shits. You know Mark.” He finally settled on an episode of New Girl.
You took a sip of your hot cocoa and pondered the chances. “Mmm true.”
Renjun laughs at your agreement and grabbed a blanket for the both of you.
“But you both had fun, right?” He asks, not really paying attention to the show at all. It seemed like he just wanted to talk and you were fine with that.
“Yeah, I mean we didn’t spend much time together this trip which is pretty rare for us. But you know, The Operation takes priority,” you took another sip to clear the knot that suddenly formed in your throat.
“You probably missed him a loooot, huh?” Renjun hid his smirk behind the mug.
“A normal amount… what are you grabbing at?“ you narrowed your eyes at him and leaned back, surveying his body language. He looked like he was holding something in.
“Oh my god,” he bursts. “Can you just tell me already?” He sets his cup down and grabs your forearms.
“Huh? Tell you what?” Where is this coming from?, you think. You set your cup down too out of precaution.
“I’m not stupid, Y/N. I know you like him, so I need you to confirm it so we can talk freely,” he waved his hands in the air like he was a therapist trying to get you to spill. You almost laughed at how ridiculous he looked.
Your hand slapped against his mouth and you did a quick look around the room. No peeping heads.
“How did you figure it out?“ you whisper-screamed. You could feel the very foundation of Mark's and your friendship crumble. 
“Imph phnot phstupidmph,” He muffles out.
“Huh?” You question stupidly and he glares at you, sharply pointing at your hand. “Oh, duh.”
Renjun clears his throat, “I said I’m not stupid. And considering how much time Jaemin has been spending with you, I’m guessing he knows too.” You look at the wall behind his head, feeling guilty.
“I don’t know why you would tell him before me though. We were lab buddies first before you met Jaemin. Not fair, Y/N.” He huffs, crossing his arms. If the security of your love life wasn’t falling apart at this very moment, you would’ve found him endearing.
“Do you think anyone else has figured it out?” you ask.
“No, I’m like the only smart one,” Renjun scoffs.
“Wrong!” A voice booms from the hallway. Haechan walks in yawning, fully decked out in a matching set of pajamas. He takes a swig from Renjun’s hot cocoa, earning him a smack. 
He sits down to your right and smiles, “I found out like 2 weeks after you and Mark met.” 
“Damn, you found out before Jaemin did,” You admitted. Not even shocked or worried that a third person knows, You sat there dumbfounded.
“Yesss!” Haechan pumps the air and proceeds to take another sip but this time from your cup. You tsked and gave him a flick before grabbing your mug back.
“Okay, so now what?” Renjun asks like there was more to this.
You furrowed your eyebrows, “What do you mean ‘now what’?”
Haechan doesn’t even look surprised but Renjun is staring at you like you offended him.
“You’re just… not gonna do anything? Ignore your feelings?” Haechan nodded along with Renjun’s questioning. The angel and the devil on your shoulders, or should I say devil and devil.
“Renjunie, that’s what I’ve been doing, I don’t know if you’ve noticed. I’m the wing woman. I’d be betraying my duty.” You said this like a mantra, a mantra you're been telling yourself for the past few months.
“What about the duty to your heart?” 
“Gross,” Haechan chimes in. It earned a scrunch of your nose and a weird look. 
“I regretted it the minute I said it,” Renjun slouches defeatedly. 
“Look, I appreciate the concern. Jaemin gives me these talks all the time, and trust me, it won’t change my mind. I love Mark too much to get in the way of his happiness. And all for what? Because I have these feelings? That’s ridiculous.” 
Haechan and Renjun looked at you with even more pity in their eyes, which is more than you usually see from Jaemin.
“What?”
“It’s worse than I thought,” Haechan whispers.
“You love him.”
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On the morning of the last day, you notice Mark is avoiding you at all costs. He’s even avoiding Jenn. Everyone was packing up the car and he completely took over, not letting anyone touch the luggage or the car. You tugged Renjun to the side to ask what was up and he simply shrugged, saying he doesn’t know what was going on. 
When you all make your first pitstop, You and Jaemin are buying snacks for the group. You see Mark staying in the driver’s seat, claiming that he can go the whole way. Both of you give each other concerned looks and Jaemin says he has an idea.
His idea ended up being you switching places with Haechan to sit in the passenger seat, much to his complaints about getting car sick. He does not get motion sick, by the way, especially as the man who has ridden all the rides at Six Flags not once, but twice in one day. 
The only time Mark looks at you is to see you climb into the passenger seat. From then on, his grip on the wheel is tight and his eyes are trained on the road. You even offer to do directions for him, but he immediately declines. His cold behavior leaves a weird feeling blooming in your chest and you almost feel sick, regretting the decision to buy a gas station hot dog.
A few hours passed and Haechan and Renjun are knocked out from their endless karaoke and the rest of them followed suit after finally getting some peace and quiet. 
“Hey,” you whisper to Mark. “Mark.”
His eyebrows perk up, maybe not expecting you to initiate conversation. “What’s up?”
“Are you good?”
He nervously twists his hands around the wheel. “Yeah, dude. I’m fine.”
You looked him up and down, not believing him at all. “Then are we good?”
“Why wouldn’t we be?” He says with a hint of offense. You grip the sleeves of your hoodie a little tighter. He’s never talked to you this way. 
“I-I don’t know. You just seem a little off today, that’s all.” You half confessed. He’s more than just a little off. His behavior was making the air tense and you wished Jaemin didn’t convince you to take the front seat. You chose to stare out the window instead.
“Y/N, there’s nothing wrong. I’m just missing my space, okay?” Mark says sternly, giving you the affirmative sign to leave him alone. Tears instantly prick the corner of your eyes at his tone. Mark has always been a cheerful presence in your life so for these words to be spat at you like this… It felt horrible. It felt like his bad mood was your fault. You tug the hood of your jacket up further and you turned away from him even more, not wanting to make it worse.
“Sounds good,” you managed to mutter, popping in your headphones so you didn’t have to hear any more from him.
Mark spares a glance at you and his eyes instantly soften. Something in his chest twists at the way you're turned away from him, in his favorite hoodie. Jaemin is looking from the seat behind; he’s been watching. He sighs and reminds himself to switch places with you at the next pitstop. 
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Finals season hits the minute you all get back from your trip and the only time your group meets up is to study in the library. Mark, who is usually a huge advocate for group studies, is suddenly a solo studier. You haven’t seen him in a week and when you sought out Jenn, she reports the same thing. 
Thankfully and unfortunately, your finals were extra rough this semester and you essentially had no time to worry about him. Occasionally, you'd send him texts with your class notes to check up on him, but all you'd get in response is a simple thumbs up. 
Jaemin decided to change the scenery and study at a cafe near campus. He had two more exams left, but you only had one so you were definitely more relaxed than he was. You ordered a slice of cake and a pastry and munched away as he tackled his workload. You occasionally fed him bites here and there.
An hour into the study session, the food settled in your stomach as well as the repressed feelings about Mark. You twirled your straw as you stared at Jaemin typing, trying to decide if now was a good time to bother him.
“You’re staring,” He says, continuing to type. 
“Yup.” you say, popping your lips. 
“Is my handsomeness not blinding?” He smirks, eyes still on his screen. He wiggles his eyebrows teasingly.
You gag and shove a spoon of cake into his mouth. “Nevermind, no more talking. I don’t wanna throw up the food I paid for.”
He laughs and finally lifts his hands off the keyboard. Jaemin takes a sip of his deadly concoction with eight shots of espresso to wash down the cake and raises his eyebrows.
“You can ask, you know?”
You roll your lips in and tap at the table, suddenly too shy to ask.
“Okay, then I’ll just assume and answer. Mark is… weird. Mark’s not really acting like himself right now if I’m being completely honest,” Jaemin admits. He’s lazily poking his ice with the straw, waiting to see your reaction. 
“Hmm,” you pretend to ponder his words, suddenly struck with worry. Even though you're still hurt by his actions from the ride back and his sudden desire to avoid you for a week, you can’t help but care. It was almost annoying how much you want to text him, despite his lack of interest in you. It annoyed Jaemin more.
“Why do you do this to yourself?” 
Your eyes perked up, shocked by Jaemin’s change in tone.
“He dismissed you on the car ride back. He’s ignored you this entire week. He doesn’t even say thank you when you send him your notes. Why-” He shakes his head, aggravated. “Why are you still worrying about him?”
“Jaemin… you know why.”
“Listen, I love Mark like a brother. But he doesn’t deserve you. You’ve done so much for him with this whole Jenn situation, it’s just not fair to you.” Jaemin says this so seriously, you feel frozen in my spot. You’ve probably heard these words leave his mouth a million times, but today it felt different. His words weighed differently. 
“I don’t know what else to do, Jaemin. This is the only thing I can do. It’s the only thing I know how to do.”
“He’s not even appreciative of it!” Jaemin pushes further, growing more desperate to have you hear his words, praying they stick this time. “You don’t need to put yourself through this for his sake.”
You're flattening a piece of the cake with a fork as you actually consider his words. With Mark distancing himself, your mind feels a little clearer, more room for thoughts. 
“I wouldn’t be friends with him in the first place if I didn’t agree to be his wing woman. It’s why I’m in his life in the first place. I’m… I’m too scared to risk it.” 
Jaemin decides he’s had enough and shuts his laptop, too angry to work. “You’re an idiot if you think he’s only keeping you around because you’re close to Jenn. Why do you value yourself so little? Do you think we’re just friends because we’re both in Operation Jump Jenn? No, Y/N. We’re friends because I like you.”
Jaemin sucks in his breath, at his poor word choice; he looks like he’s in pain. If only she knew I meant it differently, he thinks to himself. 
He continues, “So why would Mark, after all this time, not think of you as more than just a wing woman?” 
The area around your eyes sting and you could feel yourself fighting back tears. Your lips tremble, choking back a sob. Jaemin’s eyes widen and his hands twitch wanting to hold yours, but he pulls himself back.
“I still can’t tell him. Things won’t be the same.” 
The look of pity Jaemin usually gives you is replaced by frustration, and maybe some disappointment. You fidget under his stare, tightly wrapping your arms around your waist. He shakes his head.
“Mark doesn’t deserve you if he leaves you after finding out how you feel. You really think he’d do that? Do you think that lowly of him?” He rests his hands on the table and he looks at you, urging you to try to defend yourself. But his words sink deeper. He’s right, do you really think that lowly of Mark?
You sighed in defeat and in exhaustion. You were at a loss for words, having your thoughts psychoanalyzed in front of you. You don’t think lowly of Mark at all. Shouldn’t you have more faith in him? In us?, you think.
“Why do you have to be so smart?” you glare at Jaemin. He immediately relaxes, smiling in return. He was staring at you for so long, trying to figure out what was going on inside your brain. He was on the edge of his seat, terrified that you'd drop him for his candor. Or that you caught on to his little confession.
He shrugs in response, “Pre-med.”
“You’re annoying,” you laugh, giving his foot a kick. Jaemin laughs with you and opens up his laptop again. You both work for another minute before he stops to look up at you again.
“Hey. I’m sorry if I went too far.” Instead of grabbing your hand, he traps one of your legs with his two. He swings it back and forth with a pout on his face, begging for you two to be okay.
“No, no, I needed that. Thank you for looking out for me.” Your chest warms, knowing that you have someone as lovely as Na Jaemin on your side. 
You lean forward and pinch his cheek, “How’d I get so lucky with a friend like you?” 
His face falters for a second before snapping back into a smile. He playfully licks your hand and you pull it back in disgust.
“You got me for life unfortunately.”
“Mmm, unfortunately,” you fake pout. 
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After your talk with Jaemin, it took you embarrassingly two days to figure out what to do next. Mark still isn’t talking to you and as much as it pains you, it’s actually given you the space to think. You finally decided to do something you should’ve done months ago.
“Do you like Mark?”
Jenn chokes on her sandwich and you scramble to hand her a glass of water, patting her shoulder lightly. Maybe you should’ve timed that better.
“Huh?” There was something swirling around in Jenn’s eyes. Confusion. Pure confusion. It was not what you expected at all. 
“I don’t know, do you like Mark?” you repeated, bracing yourself for her answer. 
She looked at you and did a quick once over. Jenn realized you were serious and brushed the crumbs off her hands before settling in her lap. 
“Mark’s cool. He talks a lot. The only reason we hang or talk is because of you and the boys. That’s kind of what it feels like for me and Mark. I don’t know… sometimes his behavior towards me feels forced. I thought he was just acting this way because I’m your best friend.” She took a sip, looking up and thinking about what more she could say about Mark Lee. 
“Wait. What do you mean by that?” The pit in your stomach appears. Did she figure out The Operation?
“Isn’t he just getting on good terms with me because he likes you? I don’t like him, by the way.” Jenn let those words flow out of her mouth as if it was the only thing to say. Like this is how she felt for months. 
“Huh?!” It was your turn to be confused. Never in your friendship with Mark have you considered your feelings being returned. You also never expected it to be implied by the person Mark is literally crushing on. 
“Wait. Was that not obvious? Every time Mark and I hung out, it just felt… like he was looking for something in me. It was strange. I just assumed it was because he wanted to look good in your eyes like ‘Hey! I’m buddy buddy with the bestie of my crush!’” She waved her fork in the air as she spoke and finally stabbed it into a potato wedge for a bite. 
“This is insane.” you sat there, appetite gone. Jenn never reciprocated feelings towards Mark. Jenn thought Mark liked me?, you thought. It felt like your efforts and feelings from the past few months were tumbling down. You were a step away from a spiral.
“What’s insane is that you thought I liked Mark. Don’t you like him?” 
You suddenly started choking on your spit and Jenn was quick to hand you a glass of water. 
For the rest of the meal, you explained everything to Jenn. From Mark approaching you in class, Haechan coming up with the horrible operation name (to which she gagged), and Jaemin’s talk with you from the other day. She was taken completely by surprise. To be fair, Jenn has always been pretty and has had people of all genders try their hand at flirting with her. She’s always been numb to it, so it’s not surprising that Mark and his loser-like charm didn’t come across as romantic. You use the word ‘loser’ in the nicest way. 
At the end of it all, Jenn is furious.
“I can’t believe he’s ignoring you. And for no reason? After all you did for him? Albeit, it didn’t work, and I hope you never try to set anyone else up with me ever again.” At that, you gave her a guilty smile and offered to buy her boba. 
“Deal. Anyways, that’s fucking ridiculous. What’s his problem?”
“I don’t know,” you said, picking at your fries. “He asked for space so I’m just gonna give it to him.”
Jenn nods and you avoid her pity stares.
“Jenn… I don’t know what I’m gonna do if I lose him, even as a friend. I-I really like him and I’m so so scared. Like the only two ways I can see this going is him continuing to ignore me and we drift or… or I listen to Jaemin and be honest with him about how I feel. And then he decides to stop being friends with me.”
“Okay, the second one is bullshit. You know Mark wouldn’t do that. He’d freak out, yeah, but he wouldn’t cut you off for that.” She scolds you, before taking another bite of your fries.
“I know. I knooow. But it’s still a fear I have. I’m telling you I’d rather be his friend and make a permanent home in this one sided love affair if it means I can still be in his life. That’s how insane my mind is.” You plop your head in your hands and let out what felt like a four-month-long repressed groan. 
“Y/N. You are probably the worst person for yourself.” Jenn clicks her teeth before hand-feeding you a fry, which you sadly munch on.
You sigh, “Yeah…”
“Yeah,” Jenn winces, before pulling you in for a hug.
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Mark Lee is spiraling. 
“No because when she looked at me when we were out on that lake, I swear my heart was on steroids. I felt like my whole body was covered in tiny hearts and they were all beating at the same time. It was insane.”
“Uh huh,” Haechan mutters another one word response for what felt like the hundredth time today. He flipped through another page of the magazine before tossing it and reaching for Mark’s Nintendo switch. He shook it in Mark’s face as he paced back and forth.
“Huh? Oh yeah, go for it. Anyways, and when we drove home that day, dude, you should’ve seen the look on her face. I hurt her so bad, but it was like my body was on auto-pilot. I didn’t know what to do with myself. Like my brain and my heart were so confused. Because I like Jenn. I like Jenn, right? But why don’t I get those tiny hearts with her?”
“I don’t know, man. Damn, I can’t catch this stupid spider.” Haechan curses, twiddling his thumb on the remote trying to find joy in Animal Crossing.
“And now I’m not talking to both of them. But it doesn’t feel like I’m avoiding Jenn, but I can feel that I’m avoiding Y/N and it’s killing me.”
“Then. Talk. To. Her.” Haechan enunciates every time he hits a button on the switch.
“Who?” Mark asks, dumbfounded. Mark has had this same exact conversation with Haechan at least twice a day for the past week. If he wasn’t studying, he was bribing Haechan with food to come to his apartment to ramble. 
“Stupid spider,” Haechan slams the game on the couch cushion. “And stupid you. How many times do you have to circle around these same thoughts before you figure it out? Do I really have to say it, Mark? I’m trying to save you the embarrassment of admitting something so obvious.” He leans back, crossing his arms to assert some dominance in this situation. It’s ridiculous how many times Haechan has been tricked by food and games to be trapped in Mark’s apartment for the second time today. 
Mark just blinks, mouth slightly agape.
Haechan tilts his head, poking his cheek with his tongue. He raises his eyebrows, urging him to think just a little harder.
Mark finally looks up, as if a new thought crossed his mind. He gasps softly.
He covers his mouth as he mumbles, “No way…”
Haechan rolls his eyes at his dramatics, “Yes way.”
Mark pokes himself hard in the chest, “Do I like Y/N?”
“And he figures it out!” Haechan sarcastically cheers, clapping his hands. “Now can you buy me some actual food please?”
“No no no. Sit down. Because now we need to discuss this.” Mark starts pulling at his hair, even more stressed out than he was before.
“Oh my GOD,” Haechan screams. “What is there to discuss? You like her! Go tell her!”
Mark’s eyes bugged out as if Haechan turned into a mythical being. “Are you insane? No, scratch that. Am I insane? I started talking to her because I liked her best friend. I asked her to help me get close to her best friend. Our entire relationship is essentially built on this crush and you want me to tell her that I like her? Oh god, she has to hate me. She definitely hates me.” 
Mark stopped pacing and dropped to the ground in a squat. He’s full-on gripping his hair and Haechan is just watching. He forgot that Mark technically doesn’t know she likes him back and he pities him for a second before thinking he’s stupid again for not noticing. Everyone noticed. 
Mark finally raises his head and his face is left with tear trails. Haechan gets up immediately and wraps his arms around Mark’s shoulders.
“Oh, Marky,” Haechan sighs.
“Shit.”
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Mark (anatomy): hello!
Mark (anatomy): hi
Mark (anatomy): hey
Mark (anatomy): oh God sorry. I didn’t know which one to send and i accidentally sent them all
Mark (anatomy): HAHAHAH uhhh…
Mark (anatomy): can we talk? I wanna apologize in person.
You couldn’t help but laugh rereading Mark’s texts from this morning as you waited for him at the park. It took you an hour on your own and a 30-minute encouragement session with Jenn to work the confidence to agree to meet him. As nervous as you were to hear what he has to say, you missed him most of all and just wanted to see him. You sat on the second swing on the right, the same one you sat in when the two of you met outside of class the first time.
“Y/N?”
“Oh! Hi,” You got up from the swing to greet him, feeling a bit awkward. You could sense he felt weird too. 
You and Mark are simply classmates. You've been paired up in group projects a couple of times in class and when you see each other on campus, you both timidly wave. But most of the time, you're staring at the back of his head in class, wondering what it’d be like to sit next to him and talk.
So when he asked for your number and texted to meet at the park, your heart felt like it was about to jump out of your chest. Could he see you boring holes into his head or does he look at you the same way?
You wiped your hands on your dress and clasped them in front of you as he stood in his spot, about two feet away.
Why did I wear a dress?, you thought. This is so embarrassing. I look like I’m dressed for a date.
“You look nice,” He says, smiling to break the ice and simultaneously ridding you of your fashion doubts.
“Oh. Thanks,” you force a laugh, also trying to break the ice. “Um, why did you ask me to meet at a park?”
His eyes lit up and he chuckled, “I thought it’d be a good place for some scheming. You know, like in the movies.”
You blinked a few times, not quite catching on. “Scheming?”
He took the swing next to you and sat down. You copied his actions, twisting to look at him. He kicked up to catch some air and swung slightly.
“Okay, this is going to be weird, because I know you barely know me.” Not true, I thought. “But I wanted to ask you a favor. Half of my friends think I’m a dick for this and the other half say that you look understanding, so maybe I should give it a shot. Jaemin was super against it though, so I feel like I’m about to pee my pants right now. I thought about it for like two days and decided, you know what? It wouldn’t hurt to see how you felt, so here I am.” He used his feet as breaks as he finished his ramble to look at you, to seriously look at you.
Your grip on the swings tightens and you can smell the rust smearing on your palms. You can’t believe you get to see your crush this close to your face and he wants to ask you a favor. Your chest feels bubbly with anticipation. You nod, asking him to continue.
“I like Jenn.” The bubbles pop.
“O-oh,” you say. Your mouth has gone completely dry and the wind picked up to blow strands in your face. You quickly brush them away and swallow.
“You… you like my Jenn?” I tightly tuck the strands behind your ears, trying to compose yourself. He giggles and picks up a loose one to help. Mark Lee, what are you doing to me?, you think.
“Yeah. I wanna get closer to her and I know you guys are friends.”
“Best friends,” you clarify, hesitantly.
“Right, right. I know this is insane and I’m like completely using you. So feel free to say no to helping me. You can probably see how desperate I am, but I also can take rejection pretty well! I think.” He tousled his hair with his hand and reoriented himself. 
Clearing his throat, Mark admits, “I’m not… I’m not the best with girls. My game is off completely and I think I really like Jenn. So I thought I’d try. I wanna try. I just don’t know where to start. So I’m sorry if I’m going the wrong way about this or if I offended you.” He huffs. The boy-next-door charm you always see him carry around campus fades and he looks defeated. Despite the slight crack I feel in your heart, it swelled looking into his eyes. He must really like her.
“I’ll help you.”
Mark perked up, his whole body shaking the swingset. “What? Really?” His toothy grin returns and your heart lurches knowing it was partly because of you.
You nod, “Mhm. You seem nice, I think Jenn would like you.” I like you, you thought.
He gets up and tackles you on the swings with a hug. You fall backward and he quickly catches the back of your head before it hits the ground, eyes wide in fear.
“Oh my god, I almost killed you,” he laughs in disbelief. You’re gonna be the death of me, Mark Lee.
“Y/N!”
You almost drop your phone, looking up to meet the eyes of the boy that avoided you for almost two weeks. You thought you'd be overcome with anger, but you weren't. Instead, you felt exactly the same way you felt the first day at the park. Nervous.
“Hey,” you smiled slightly, not getting up from your spot. Mark falters slightly noticing your cold front. He stumbles on the woodchips as he walks over to the swing next to you.
You two swing slightly in silence and you're beating yourself up in your head for not having the courage to curse him out. Jenn prepared you to go off on him and you can’t even open your mouth, you whine to yourself. The more you two sit here, honestly, the angrier you get. Shouldn’t he be saying something? He called you out here in the first place. Before you could utter a word, Mark finally clears his throat. 
“I’m sorry.”
You lift your head to look at him, the first look at him since you took some time apart, and your heart already races when you meet his eyes. You know you're doomed when all the anger suddenly dissipates. You almost want to laugh at how silly this situation is. You still don’t say anything, waiting for him to continue.
“You’re probably confused as to why I’ve been avoiding you. At first, I didn’t know why either. And I know that ignoring you without telling you why wasn’t the move, but it helped me figure it out.” He broke eye contact with you and he started to fiddle with the rings on his fingers. His eyebrows are furrowed and he looks frustrated.
“I did it because I was scared. I was scared because I don’t like Jenn anymore. I’m starting to think I never did.” Mark confesses and he looks upset with himself. You get a good look at his face and you notice the eyebags, the pallor, and his chapped lips. He looks exhausted. You wonder if you look the same.
He sniffles. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I literally put you through all of this just for me to realize I don’t even like her. I used you. And I feel selfish because I still want you in my life.”
“Mark…,” you finally speak, your throat feels rough as if it’s been days. “I have to tell you something.” Your voice came out like a whisper, but it was all the strength you had.
He looks up, a signal to continue.
“As shitty as it was for you to ignore me for over a week, it let me do some thinking too,” you sigh, not wanting to say what comes next. “I don’t think we can be friends right now. And-and don’t worry, it’s not because of the whole 'you befriending me for Jenn' thing. I don’t want you to feel guilty for that because I honestly feel so grateful to have been your friend. I hope, I guess, you feel the same way. But, uh, it’s actually because… it’s because I like you, Mark.”
His jaw drops slightly and his eyes widen, almost like he forgot how to function. It was almost cartoon-like. 
“Yeah,” you awkwardly laugh. “I’ve actually liked you from the start, and I’m not saying that to make you feel guilty. I just thought you should know — to help you understand. Anyways, I realized how hard it is for me to be friends with you when I have these feelings for you. It wouldn’t be fair to me, and I’d be dishonest to you if I continued being friends with you under the guise of purely platonic intentions, you know? I really, really hope you understand.” 
You let out a breath, half relieved and half anxious. After rehearsing that a few times with Jenn, you didn’t expect the words to come out so smoothly. Especially when he’s staring at you like this. However, your pride fades as you wait for his response, a response that determines the future of your relationship.
“I don’t understand,” Mark says firmly. He’s shaking his head trying to wrap his mind around all of it. It feels like a rejection.
“Mark,” you whine, not wanting him to finish his thought -- to spare yourself the awaited pain.
“No, I don’t understand because… because I like you too.”
Heat immediately flushed throughout your chest as you heard the three words you never expected to come out of Mark’s mouth. Your mouth is itching to smile, but a part of you feels doubtful still, weighing down the corners of your lips.
“Are-are you sure? Like are you sure your mind isn’t tricking you into thinking you like me because you realized you don’t like Jenn?” You lean in, close to falling off the swings. You look at him with so much seriousness, but he meets you with a giggle.
“If my mind was tricking me, it’s awfully persistent. I think… in trying to get Jenn to like me, I started to fall for you,” Mark says as if he’s putting the last piece of the puzzle down.
“The image I had of Jenn wasn’t what I expected and I think, while in denial, I was forcing it onto her. I was trying so hard to have real feelings for her, but I think I was also still trying because it meant I got to be with you. Our friendship was contingent on me getting with Jenn, so I guess I was subconsciously scared of losing us… But at the same time, deep down, I wanted more than just a friendship with you.”
Mark looks at you and he offers the widest smile like he found his answer. A smile that ignites the fuzzy fire in your body even more. Your heart is racing so loud you can’t even hear your thoughts.
“Marcus Lee, I didn’t know you had those words in you,” you giggle, trying to soften the conversation.
He shrugs, “Dude, I didn’t think I did either. I just really like you, Y/N. And to be honest, Haechan helped a little.”
As quickly as the happiness came, it washed away just as fast. No matter how ecstatic you were to hear Mark say he likes you back, you couldn’t stop the disgusting doubt that lingered in your mind. You’ve always been in wing woman mode around him, and trying to imagine another scenario where you're the girl he wants is harder than you thought.
“Mark?” you turned to look at him.
“Yeah?” He looks at me with a different light in his eyes.
“I want to believe you, but... I can’t. I can’t really wrap my head around it, I’m sorry.” you clasp your hands together out of nerves.
He dims only a little, “No, I get it." He nods as if gathering the courage to say what's next.
"I can see how it’d be hard to believe. But I’ll prove it to you…
I won’t let you doubt my feelings.”
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A/N: ahhh thanks for reading if you did!!! the only proofreading i did was to change from first person to second person. sorry about the mistakes but thank you for enjoying it if you did <3
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nctauvision · 2 years
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“I thought angels didn’t have souls,” you say, feeling warmth strike your lips as  Angel!Mark nears.
“You have mine.”
“That’s possible?” you wondered.
”It’s real,” he says in all certainty. 
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avianyuh · 5 months
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masterlist
***this masterlist took forever because I had to scroll through SIX YEARS worth of work. this is the most updated masterlist on my page so use this one if you need navigation :) ***
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Who I write for:
-BTS💣
-NCT🟢 (mainly anyone that was apart of NCT 2018, but if you want WayV, I can do that!)
-Seventeen💎
-EXO❌⭕️
-Monsta X 🫡 (but I'm emotionally scarred from Wonho so idk...)
& sometimes SHINee
UPDATE 02/28/2024: girlies i have nothing to say about ATEEZ anymore, it's just not gonna happen so I took them out of the ML😥sorry. BUT, I will now be adding *some* second gen groups because the fics are LACKING. I already said in the past I would write for SHINee and I stand by that! I just don't have much to write for them atm. Does anyone want a BF!Minho? idk...Who wants SUJU? Well, it doesn't matter cuz I do😁 I will also add Jaejoong from TVXQ/JYJ, not the whole group for TVXQ cuz I'm really only familiar with him and Junsu. I will also start up again with EXO so keep a look out if you like those fics. Anyways, this was just a PSA I wanted to make.
🔍navigation help + notes🔎
-If a group is crossed out it means I no longer write for them
-Please don't be afraid to request something. idc if it's anon or not. if you want something written, just send in a request :) it will encourage me to get to whatever group someone requested faster. as long as they're mentioned above, I'll write for them (only because I like to be familiar with the members so I can write accurate depictions of them)
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*upcoming works*
-NCT something with Johnny *um idk, if not by the end of march then probs early april*
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BTS:
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BTS reactions:
requested; bts reaction to you having diabetes and not taking care of yourself
requested; namjoon taking care of his chronically ill girlfriend
requested;BTS getting jealous over crush giving more attention to Yeontan or Bam
requested; Giving BTS flower crowns
requested: BTS accusing reader of leaking sensitive info
BTS HEADCANONS
requested; BTS helping S/O with finals
requested;BTS misses crush on tour but is too shy to confess
request; BTS gets jealous and confesses to crush
request; BTS comforts S/O who starts flunking exams
request: BTS Suga, Taehyung, Jungkook and their pets
BTS AS BOYFRIENDS:
Hoseok/JHope
Yoongi/Suga
Namjoon/RM
One Shots;
Dinner Date, Jeon Jungkook
Time Off; Jung Hoseok
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NCT:
*I know this isn't all of nct in the pic, I just like it and it's hard to find unofficial photos of ALL of them, plus Yuta looks hawttt*
*edit:::changed photo in Feb.2024, still can't find a good photo with all of the members, plus some people have left, BUT I will always include Lucas if I find a good one because he was done so dirty by the f-ing saesangs. ANYWAYS...
I will always choose a pic where Yuta looks hot, so you have been blessed by this pic, ur welcome*
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NCT headcanons;
a soft day with nct part one (taeil through jungwoo)
a soft day with nct part two (lucas through jisung)
nct as boyfriends (taeil through jungwoo)
nct as boyfriens (lucas through jisung)
christmas with nct (taeil through ten)
requested; how nct would confess to their crush (taeil through jungwoo)
NCT reactions:
nct u reaction to meeting your parents
requested; nct reaction to someone touching you inappropriately (taeil through mark)
nct reaction to you thinking you're fat: -yuta -jaehyun -mark
-taeyong
Individual member posts;
dating jaehyun
requested; dating mark
requested; dating haechan
requested; dating johnny
dating lucas
dating taeyong
dating yuta
requested; soft dom! winwin
One Shots;
making time;mark lee
tattoos; Yuta Nakamoto
'I'll Call You; Jaehyun' [part one] [part two] [part three] [part four]
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SEVENTEEN:
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SEVENTEEN AS BOYFRIENDS:
-The8/Minghao
-Hoshi/Soonyoung
-Jeonghan
-S.Coups/Seungcheol
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EXO:
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EXO headcanons;
Oh Sehun as a boyfriend
Baekhyun as a boyfriend
a soft day with EXO (hyung line)
a soft day with EXO (maknae line)
One Shots;
insecure; Kai
baekhyun request
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MONSTA X:
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MONSTA X AS BOYFRIENDS:
-Changkyun/I.M
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*PAST WORKS/GROUPS I DON'T WRITE FOR ANYMORE*
DAY6:
Day6 headcanons;
day6 as boyfriends
One Shots;
'I Love You'-Jae Version
'I Love You'- Young K
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GOT7
GOT7 as boyfriends
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TWICE:
TWICE one shots
Requested: A Trip With Jeongyeon
BLACKPINK:
BlackPink headcanons;
Jennie As Your Best Friend
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*NON KPOP RELATED/MY OWN ORIGINAL CHARACTERS;
Root Beer Float
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breadcatcreations · 2 years
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1:30am
Mark stared deep into your your eyes, even tho you weren’t looking at him. Your eyes were rolled back in pleasure as he rolled his hips to meet yours.
The pretty moans that left your mouth made him giddy. He loved the way you are all his.
You intertwined your fingers with his bringing him back to life. His thrusts got sloppier as he reached his high. “Fuck love,” the pretty moans were almost enough for him to spill in you now.
He took one one of his hands off your hip snaking down to your pussy. Rubbing clockwise on your clit. “Fuck Marky~,” was the last thing you said before you came on his cock.
Seeing you like this was enough for him to spill his seed in you. His hips kept a steady pass riding out his high.
Pressing soft kisses to your forehead. “your did amazing baby doll,” he cooed as you curled into his body. Wrapping his arms around you petting the back of your head softly. He kept whispering sweet nothings to you Intel you fell asleep in his arms.
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yeontantrash · 1 year
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NCT Yuta- Silk Sheets Pt. 2
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Link to Part 1: Here!
Thankfully the next few weeks went by pretty uneventful. Most people ignored me, which was fine, as long as Lia was hanging out with me I was fine. She was the only person who's opinion mattered to me. Unfortunately we didn't have many classes together, I learned that she is by far smarter than me. But in our free period and at lunch we make sure to get together, going to school is a hell of a lot easier when you have a friend. Also, Doyoung and I get along quite well now, he's less cold with me than he was the first week. In fact, even at home we hang out occasionally, he tells the other boys it's to study, but if you peeked in my room you'd catch us watching some new drama on television.
Finally, it felt like I was assimilating into this life. 
I pulled my locker door open and that caused a dose of reality to hit me in the face. Garbage. Literally, the contents of one of the trash bins filled my locker, all coming crashing down on top of me, landing in a pile around my feet. Banana peels, and even a maxi pad landing on my brand new shoes. I felt my lips twitch. I swallowed thickly reaching up to retrieve my textbook, before closing my locker, using my acting skills to seem like none of this was happening. "That looks better," Yuna said looking me over, the smirk on her lips let me know she was behind this "I mean you're trash, so I just told the students to throw their things away there." I stepped towards her and surprised her by wrapping my arms around her, making sure any stains that was on my clothes mirrored on hers.
She shrieked and shove me off her "What the hell do you think you're doing, this is cashmere," she shouted looking down at her clothes, "Just hugging a good friend," I replied before pushing passed her. I could hear her cursing my name behind me. Lia was quick to catch up with me and drag me into the nearest bathroom "What the hell is her problem?" I asked stripping off my garage sale shirt and tossing it into the nearby trash bin. "I think she's jealous of you, you know living with the literal it boys of our school," she said pulling a shirt out of her backpack. Thankfully, Friday's at our school are causal days where we are free to wear whatever we want, however, causal slips passed most of these preppy brats minds as Lia gives me a hundreds of dollar blouses she had crumpled up in her bag.
I slip it on muttering a thanks before turning towards the mirror to check how I looked. Thankfully nothing else was wrong with my appearance but there was a stench. Rotten bananas and moldy cheese. Lia pulled a perfume out of her bag and started spraying me down, "I think I would literally blow up this school without you," I said and she smiled "Good thing I'm here then," she replied. Once I was feeling better, Lia and I left the bathroom and wondered the halls until the first bell rang. I said goodbye to her before going into my chemistry class, sitting down next to Doyoung. "I'm surprised you don't stink," he said clearing stating that he saw what happened and did nothing to stop it "Unlike you," I teased before sticking out y tongue at him. 
The teacher called out attention and begun classes. I was hoping that the nasty pranks were over for the day. I could take the mean remarks and the rude glares, but the pranks is where I draw the line. I mean you can ignore people saying things and looking your way but you can't just ignore it when they are dumping garbage on you. Luckily, there was nothing eventful after this morning, and I was able to get to lunch and sit with Lia in corner of the lunch room basically out of sight. The whole lunch room goes silent when the Lee boys walk in, and they stride over to the table where the rest of the boys on the football team sit. Slowly everyone picks up talking again, and I roll my eyes at how dramatic this school could be. 
I look back at Lia to see she had googly eyes on "Do not tell me you're crushing on a Lee," I said with mild disgust, and her cheeks flush "n-no no why would I?" she stuttered waving a hand as if she could physically move the conversation on. "Which one?" I asked not buying her lies and she chewed on her lower lip "Is it Yuta because-" "No, not that jerk," she replied instantly, and let out a deep sigh "I just think... Doyoung is... kinda hot," she said looking down at her tray, pushing peas around, as if she was waiting for me to scold her. "I don't see it," I start looking over my shoulder at him, "But gun to my head I'd say he's my favorite," I answered her honestly. She seemed to cheer up at my reply "Just be careful, I see those boys with a new girl every week," I said thinking back to the many times I saw those boys sneaking girls out of the house. 
"It's just a silly crush," she said and I nodded along even though I didn't believe her, but I wasn't going to push her further. "Can we talk about the fact that Yuna is still wearing her stained shirt?" I asked with a slight smirk and she giggled "I guess she didn't come prepared for the war she brought on," she said smuggily. Yuna and Lia were so different it didn't even occur to me that they were sisters until I saw them arrive to school together. She seems to relish in her sister's misfortune, always saying that the girl was digging her own grave and she wanted no part in it. At first I didn't believe her, but she has proven over and over to me that she really did want nothing to do with her sister's tyranny. 
The bell rang and classes continued as usual, I was just getting a lot more trash slut then usual. I planned on going home right away after, but Mr. Lee talked with the dance instructor on campus to see if I could try out for the team. They were halfway through season so I banked on them saying no, but Mr. Lee has a way with words, or perhaps with his checkbook. The instructor told me that she had one of the girls leave a uniform for me in the locker room. So after class, I went into the locker room to find a pink box on one of the benches. Seeing as it was out of place I assumed it was for me. I tossed my backpack into one of the nearby lockers before going back and opening the box. Moving the tissue to the side I found nothing but a thong and a scandalous bra. On top was a note saying how this was more fitting for the kind of dancer I was. 
Angry tears well in my eyes. I was basically ripping off my clothes and pulling on the little outfit those girls had picked out for me. It was far more coverage than I was used to at the clubs. I wasn't going to let them win. I pulled my hair up into a high ponytail before heading towards the gym. The dance studio was reserved for the instructor and I, so I could try out, meaning the girls were kicked out to the gym, were the football team also works out. I strut passed the boys with the confidence I don't feel, ignoring the perverted eyes and whistles that follow behind me. The girls on the team seem surprised to see that I actually walked out in the outfit they gave me, but all of them knew they were not confident enough to do the same. 
When my eyes landed on Yuna walked straight up to her. I curled my fingers into my palm, and rested my thumb over them and as soon as she turned around to face me, my fist met her cheek, just below her eye. Her hand shot to her face as she stumbled backwards "You bitch," she said before throwing herself at me, which was a wrong move in my opinion. I used her momentum against her and threw her over my leg, getting her to land flat on her ass. Once she was down I climbed on top of her, throwing fist after fist at her. "CAT FIGHT!" One of the dudes from the football team shouted getting everyone to rush over. Yuna managed to block my attacks with her arms and elbows, but I knew this was a race of endurance. Either I would get tired of punching or she would get tired of blocking. 
It only took a couple of minutes and her trying to buck me off before she became tired, her block getting sloppy. I never felt so blood thirsty in my life. I knew I wouldn't be satisfied unless she bled, so I continued to hit her. Even when my vision starred blurring, those damn tears were trying their hardest too. I felt strong arms wrap around my middle and lift me off of her, despite how much of a fight I put on, he was still able to pull me away. "Let me at her Yuta!" Yuna snarled rising to her feet, "It's over," Doyoung said standing between the two of us, Yuta still holding me around my stomach, as if I was a reactive dog. "Bull shit she bruised my face," Yuna said pointing towards her very red cheek, "It's not a fair fight if I hold her so you can hit her... Do you really want me to let her go?" Yuta asked, his questioned vibrating down my back, making me realize just how exposed I was to him and everyone else. 
Yuna pouted "W-whatever, but she's joining this dance team over my dead bod," Yuna said before turning back towards the other girls. Everyone slowly made their way back to whatever they were doing, several boys taking their sweet time, letting their eyes linger over me. "You calm?" Yuta whispered into the side of my head and I bit my teeth between my lips but nodded nonetheless. He released his vice grip on me and I shivered from the cold, his body heat no longer warming me up. He pulled his shirt over his head and then held it out to me "You look like a slut," he muttered but I could see the blush on his cheeks as his eyes were directed away from me. I take his black tee shirt and slip it over my head. The scent of him invading every one of my senses, the shirt still warm from when he had worn it. 
"Go home," Doyoung said placing a hand on my shoulder, he offered me an apologetic smile and that's when I felt one of the tears trickle down my cheek. I wiped it with the back of my hand before rushing to the locker room, running passed all the football player who were cat calling me. I pulled on my jeans and found my backpack before making my way out of the building. Mr. Lee had his driver waiting for me and I was never more thankful to see a sketchy car ever in my life. I climbed into the passenger seat silently, and the driver said nothing while putting the car into drive. Even though I felt bad that the people Mr. Lee hires feel like they can't speak to us, I was thankful he wasn't asking any questions. It gave me enough time to cool down and think of what I would tell Mr. Lee about what happened. Obviously it won't be the truth, but it had to be believable. 
"Thanks for the ride," I said opening the door as soon as the car came to a stop in front of the mansion. I climbed the huge stairs and opened the large door letting myself inside. Mr. Lee was leaving the kitchen with coffee in his hand and he did not seem impressed "The dance instructor said you never showed," he said, his voice wasn't angry, but disappointed. "I-I had a hard time finding the locker rooms, and then I couldn't find the uniform," I lied, heat rushing to my cheeks "I was embarrassed for being late, so I just came home," I added, which was entirely the truth, today had been embarrassing. It must have shown on my face how much it got to me because Mr. Lee's demeanor changed "I suppose you're still trying to get used to a new school. We can always try again later," he replied. 
I nodded while slinking over to the stairs "My oldest is coming home tonight, we're having a family dinner," he told me while walking towards the hall that leaves to the west wing "Alright." the two of us went our different ways. I went straight towards my room, shutting the door and locking it, because theses boys don't know how to knock, before hopping into the shower. I took a long hot shower because it was the only time I felt like I could get any kind of peace. Afterwards I change into a large tee shirt with bike shorts underneath, something comfortable while I sat at my desk and did homework. I knew the rest of the boys got home from football practice because it sounds like a herd of cattle are charging through the front doors. 
Shortly after Mr. Lee called me to come down as his oldest had just arrived. I rush out of my room, curiosity burning inside me to see the oldest of the Lee boys. I walked onto the balcony in the foyer, looking down at Mr. Lee and his son. The oldest Lee boy was a carbon copy of his father, the same sharp features, with those almost too large eyes that make him look like a cartoon character. He was also tall and lean, not as muscular as the rest of the boys who ran around this house "This is our new guest," Mr. Lee said motioning towards me "hello," I said awkwardly as I walked down the stairs, "Y/n, this is my oldest Taeyong," he said placing a hand on his son's shoulder. 
Taeyong had gentle eyes, and he wiped his hand on his jeans before holding a hand out towards me. I took it in mine, giving it a slight shake "I hope my brother's didn't give you too much grief," he said as we released hands. I didn't have the heart to tell him that they've done nothing but give me hell, something about him just seemed like he was fragile. "Let's eat, I'm sure the other boys are devouring everything," Mr. Lee said ushering the two of us towards the kitchen. "How old are you?" I asked, in my mind Yuta seemed older than him, but that could be due to how differently they carry themselves "Same age as Yuta, I was just born in the summer and he was born in fall," he replied. "I'm just a year younger, same age at Doyoung," I told him although he didn't ask as we passed through the kitchen he left our side to talk to the chefs. 
I watched curiously as he joined in as if he was one of the staff "Taeyong's mother loved cooking, and he loved cooking with her. He likes to do it, I think it reminds him of her," Mr. Lee explained as the two of us walked into the dining room, where the rest of the boys were chatting and eating salad. I sat down in my usual spot next to Doyoung "Taeyong looks so much like your dad," I whispered and he nodded "Well, he's his only biological son," Doyoung replied nonchalantly. "Then how did he end up with so many of you?" I asked and he took a drink "Dad says it's Yuta's fault. His mom was best friend's with mom, she died giving childbirth and there was no was mom was going to let the son of her best friend go into the system. They adopted him." I looked over at Yuta, the boy who acts like he owns the place "Mom worked for social services. Each time a single mother died giving childbirth, she took them in. And tragically we were all brought together."
I could only imagine the heart their mother must have had. She must've been kind. From how Doyoung talks about her it seemed like she wouldn't be someone who would just up and leave her children. It basically confirmed for me that she probably had died. Taeyong walked in carrying a huge platter "I've been working to perfect it," he explained setting it down and pulling the lid off, underneath it was a giant stew of some kind, a seafood soup with crab. I saw Yuta's lips slip into a slight smile and my stomach fluttered. There was something healing about it. He stood up bringing his bowl near the soup, being the first to get some "Smells just like mom's Ty," he said and Taeyong looked proud as if there wasn't a higher complement he could've gotten.
We all got our own servings and the aroma in the air let you know that this soup was absolutely delicious. I had to purposely force myself not to gasp at how the flavors tasted going over my tongue. Around the table I could see was smiles, each one of the Lee's must have felt the nostalgia. Everyone was happily chatting about memories of their mother, how she always made the soup for special occasions. It felt like a real home for the first time. Which got me thinking, Taeyong must be the glue, because as soon as he stepped foot through the door everything changed. Maybe that's his mother in him. 
Our little party moved to the living room. The boys all sprawled across the couches, asking Taeyong how studying abroad has been going, listening to him very attentively. I stood off to the side, trying to stay out of the way as much as possible. I felt like I was intruding. "Would you like to hear about your father?" Mr. Lee asked, and although his wife interested me a whole lot more, I figured talking about my father hurt less. "Sure," I answered and the two of us left the boys alone in the living room and entered his much too large study. I nervously sat down in one of those cushy chairs, I never really thought about my father, except as the asshole you knocked up my seventeen year old mother, sperm donor is what she called him. "He was a good man, and if he had known about you... He would've loved you." Mr. Lee's words brought tears to my eyes, I always told myself that even if my father found out about me he wouldn't have wanted me.
"We met in the military. We went into the aviation. Your dad loved flying, he liked testing our planes over creating them-" "Creating them?" I asked cutting him off, and a smirk came to his lips "We design the airplanes, not build them," he said as if that would humble him. No wonder they live in this palace. I couldn't help but wonder what my father's place would've looked like. "He seemed more at ease when he was up in the air, I think it was because there was nothing tying him to the ground." He walked over to his mini bar, pouring himself some fancy drink, it looked like scotch "I'm trying to make your father sound like a saint, but he wasn't. I can't tell you how many times I've had to drag his drunk ass out of bars and clubs," he said sitting down in another plush chair. 
"I'm sure your wife loved that," I said before thinking, clear pain crosses his face "I-I'm sorry, I was just making an untasteful joke," I said backpedaling almost instantly, terrified that this whole new world was going to come crashing down because of an unfiltered thought. "I thought that talking to you she wouldn't get brought up, but there's no avoiding her," he said with a chuckle "My late wife died of an overdose a couple of months back. She was the ringleader of all these boys. I don't think they have healed from that quite yet. Certainly not Taeyong, he can't even be here for more than a few days before having a breakdown. He found her." I felt my heart ache for them, no wonder they've been acting out "I haven't been around either, so it's obvious why these kids don't listen to me," he said rubbing his forehead. 
"I'm sorry," I told him truthfully and he cringes at it "What has my life come to? Getting comforted by a teenage girl," he chuckled removing his hands from his face to take a long drink of his scotch, finishing every last drop. "Go on, do whatever girls do at night," he said before waving me off, and I quickly rose to my feet and rushed out of his study, which apparently I shouldn't have because every single eye from the brothers were locked on me. "What was going on in there?" Yuta asked quirking an eyebrow "Nothing, just talking about my dad," I answered before slowly walking to the foyer to climb those stairs to my room. "Then why were you rushing out of there?" he asked, the only one still watching me "Maybe because I don't care about my sperm donor and I don't care to hear your father kiss his ass."
I didn't wait for him to follow up on that, literally running to my room and slamming the door shut. I groaned before throwing my hands up in frustration. These people were basically as messed up as I was, if not worse. I decided to finish up whatever homework I had left, just to distract me from all the noise in my head. My father, their mother, my mother, how it's all messed up. Thankfully, I managed to shut everything out and finish all the homework that would be due the following Monday. The angry whispers were what stopped me from climbing under the covers and falling asleep. I walked over to my closed door quietly and pressed my ear to the door. "You can't go alone." It was Taeyong, I figured because I didn't quite recognize his voice "I haven't lost a single fight since you been gone." Yuta.
"What about the one time you get knocked on your ass? Who's going to drag you out?" Taeyong sounded angry, and then there was a long silence, I could only imagine the stare down. "My car, ten minutes," Yuta said and the I heard receding footsteps, and I carefully opened the door to peek out. I could see neither of them down the narrow hallway, and I took the opportunity to sneak out and down the stairs. Wherever they're going, I was going, and since I didn't have a car it meant the only other way of going with them, was physically with them. With years of sneaking out of shitty creaking houses under my belt, I was able to slip out the front doors without a single noise. I walked over to the garage and looked carefully between the identical cars. I figured they'd either take Yuta or Taeyong's car, so I just hoped I chose the right one to climb into the back seat of. 
I heard voices and quickly dove into the back of the nearest one. When both doors opened and the car light turned on I was sure that the two of them would see me laying on the floor in the backseat. "Why did you bring a first aid kit?" Yuta asked and Taeyong chucked it on the seat above me "I doubt you have one in your car," Taeyong replied getting Yuta to chuckle "You're such a mom," he teased the older. The car lights turned off and I finally released the breath I was holding. The car hummed to life and the next thing I knew we were on the road "Dad know you're fighting again?" Taeyong asked and Yuta scoffed "Like dad knows shit about any of us," mumbled back. "I know you're angry and hurting, but dad is too. He lost his wife."
The rest of the trip is silent. They park the car and get out without a second thought. Once I could no longer hear their footsteps I got out of the car. I saw them climbing over a fence into what looked like a shipyard. I walked over after I could no longer make out their bodies and climbed the fence myself. I remind myself that this is beyond stupid, chasing two rich kids into a dark shipyard, but my feet carry me after them anyways. I could hear voices so I made sure to duck behind a container like a spy from a movie. That's when I noticed a makeshift circle in the center of the empty space at the end of a few shipping crates. 
Besides Taeyong I couldn't recognize any other faces in the crowd. Yuta stepped inside the makeshift circle, stripped down to a pair of jeans. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet like he was one of those pro-boxers. I then noticed another guy walk into the circle and it all made sense. Fight club. Rich young boys, coming out in the middle of the night to beat the shit out of each other with no other witnesses. "I hope you know that if you can see us, we can see you," the voice from behind me makes me jump but when I turn to meet Taeyong's face I sigh in relief "I wanted to know where you two were going..." I didn't know how to explain myself but Taeyong didn't seem to care. He grabs my wrist and pulled me towards the circle so I could get a better view "I suppose since your the cause of this you might as well watch," he said cryptically as if that made any sense. 
"What the hell are you doing here?" Yuta spits as soon as he sees me, and I resist every instict that tells me to hide behind Taeyong "Lil sis was curious where we were going is all," Taeyong answered for me, Yuta didn't have time to argue as his opponent was eager to fight and Yuta does not hesitate coming after him. It's nothing like you see on the TV, no dancing around to size each other up, talking shit to piss the other one off. Yuta goes fist flying and for a solid five minutes they go back and forth exchanging blows. Yuta's lip split and the guy was going to have quite the crooked nose. I knew Mr. Lee said he was having a hard time handling the boys, but did he know they were out doing this?
Coming out here to exchange blow after blow, just to momentarily rid emotions that bind them. It was even more embarrassing for me because my heart was beating so fast and my hands felt so sweaty I decided to wrap them around myself. I couldn't take my eyes off Yuta. His muscles gleaming under the streetlight. It stirred weird prime instincts that I didn't know what to do with. It was hot. My entire body was burning. Yuta strikes the final blow, and his opponent falls to the ground with a large thud. I was slightly worried that when Yuta turned around he as going to be summoning me into the ring next, but instead he grabbed my arm and hauled me back to the car.
Taeyong allowed me to have the passenger seat because he seems to be the only Lee that has a decent bone in his body. "Why'd you come?" Yuta asked again clearly annoyed, "You wanted to get more dirt on us or something?" he added with a growl "I just wanted to know what got your panties in a twist," I snapped back getting Taeyong to chuckle in the back. "You're making things difficult for us," he grumbled and I let my head fall back against the seat, my eyes rolling to outer space. "Oh, sorry did someone ask you an awkward question about my past? Imagine having garbage fall in your face and then wear a trashy outfit in front of the football team." he had to bite back a grin and I swear I see red. All the frustration and hurt comes flying out of me. I couldn't hold it together anymore. I move to my knees despite Taeyong telling me to be careful and sit down, and reached over hitting Yuta on the top of his head. 
"Fuck!" he cursed reaching up to hold his head "What's that for?" but I was blinded by fury "F-for being an asshole!" I hit him again, but before I could do a third strike, Taeyong was forcing me to sit down from the back seat "You'll make us crash," Taeyong said in a calming voice. "I'm tired of you and your insults and your stupid fucking friends," I huffed. "Why did you take money from dad?" Taeyong asked which I had not been expecting from him and I sighed "He offered me a future, and I'd be the stupidest person on the planet not to take him up on that. If that makes me a money grubber or a gold digger, then fine, I might be." both of them are quiet for a moment "So you admit you have no shame?" Yuta asked almost making me lose it again, but my body falls to the seat defeated. 
"No, I guess I don't," I answered honestly, the accusation stings, partly because it's true, but it also feels unfair. "Shame and morals are for people who don't have to worry about the little things. Like how much food a dollar can get you or how to afford medical bills, or running drugs. Shame is a luxury." I look out the window "You don't corner the market on grief. You're not the only one who lost their mother. Poor Yuta, he's turned into an asshole because he lost his mommy." I mocked, "Shut up," Yuta snapped, his jaw tight, "No, you shut up!" "BOTH YOU SHUT UP!" Taeyong's booming voice came from the backseat. I felt afraid to speak, mostly because Yuta didn't say another word, so if he was scared of Taeyong, so was I. I felt like laughing at how stupid it all was, but I also felt like crying. 
I bend over and put my head on my knees, hoping from this angle Yuta couldn't see that he had gotten to me once again. "Stop crying," Yuta muttered "Stop telling me what to do," I cried and finally that shuts him up for good. I manage to get a hold of myself by the time we pass the gate into the driveway. I couldn't believe I admitted to not one but two Lee brother's that I had no shame. I knew that wasn't true because I am completely mortified. Strutting through the halls in a stripper outfit, crying for the last five minutes like a baby. "You done?" Yuta asked as he cut the engine "Screw you," I said before flinging the door open. I barrel out of there as if the seat was on fire and slam the car door hard enough to rattle the whole vehicle. 
Taeyong was the next to get out, his a lot less dramatic than mine. "I don't know what he wants from me," I whispered in a voice that sounded far more broken than I wanted it too. Taeyong puts his arm around me and leads me towards the house, leaving Yuta sitting in the car "I think that makes two of you." I was too tired to even try to unravel what Taeyong might be telling me. I say goodnight to him at the bottom of the stairs before heading up to my bedroom. I was embarrassed by having another mental breakdown in front of Yuta. He just has a ay of pulling strong emotions out of me. And honestly, what other teenage girl wouldn't be losing their mind if they were in my shoes. 
My mother died. I had been on my own for the last two years, just trying to get by and then some random ass man who claims to know my father shows up, pulls me from everything I ever knew, gives me a new life, but the catch is that all his sons are going to hate me. It was mentally exhausting. So, I deserved a few breakdowns, I'd have to be a psychopath to be able to keep it all together. I go into the bathroom and wash my face, brush my teeth and I hardly make it to my bed before passing out. I sleep in quite late the next day, and hardly leave my room. I was trying to give myself a Lee detox but it was quite difficult when Doyoung and the younger ones barge into my room on Sunday to watch football.
"I don't get why this has to happen in my room," I grumbled to Doyoung who was laying on my bed with me "Dad got you the nicest TV and I like laying down while watch TV," he replied as if it were obvious. "Won't Yuta be mad you're all with me right now?" I asked and Haechan looked over his shoulder at me "He doesn't control us," he informed me sassily, "He's also out with Taeyong today," Mark added getting the younger to flush, embarrassed his brother ratted him out. "We also don't hate you," Mark said and I tried to act as if I didn't care but it made my heart feel a little lighter to know that not everyone in this house was against me being here. 
I let the boys watch their game in my room because it was nice to have company. I come to realize that the youngest two were basically a two man sitcom. Doyoung thinks they are annoying but there's always a fond smile on his lips when he tells them so. I had a fun time with the boys and once the game was over they all left. I never realized how huge this room was until I was left all alone inside it. I was feeling good when I went to bed that night, but it was short lived when I walked into school, Yuna muttering bitch as I walked by, her eyes a nice greenish bluish color and the word slut written on my locker. I just can't win with these people.
I opened my locker unphased, I mean this was like some Disney level shit of taunting, and I could deal with it. I felt a presence on the other side of my locker door, and the only people who speak to me in this building are Lia and the Lees so I was prepared for either as I shut the door. Only it was some guy from the basketball team "Hey," I said suspiciously and he chuckled "Why are you eyeing me up like a criminal?" he asked placing a hand on his chest in fiend hurt. He was handsome, but what guy in this school wasn't? They were all well-groomed around here, much different from public school. "I haven' had the nicest of welcomings here," I said making eyes with Yuna and then looking towards my so called brothers, "Well, all things considered your pretty bad ass." I couldn't help but smile at the nice comment, it was refreshing "Thank you."
He smirked "What do you say we go out?" he questioned and I was shocked that he so boldly asked me out in front of everyone, especially since everyone labeled me as a slut. "W-why all the sudden?" I asked trying to not looked rattled "Well, you're hot as hell and off limits kind of gets me going," he replied. Even though it was a nice change of pace, there was a seed of doubt in the back of my mind "I'll think about it." he gave me a pout "Don't leave me hanging, at least promise me a dance at the party Friday," he said getting me to giggle "I don't even know your name," I told him, "Davin Gold," he said before taking my hand to kiss the back of it, "I suppose I don't need an introduction," I teased and he nodded "Promise a dance?" he was pushy but it was better than the cold shoulder "I wouldn't hold your breath."
I couldn't put the smile off my face as I headed towards my chemistry class. Things started to feel normal. I went to my first hour class and rushed to sit next to Doyoung, "You look quite chipper," he commented, boredly watching me unpack my bag.  "What do you think of Davin Gold?" I asked him and he sighed "He's a basketball player right? I don't hear anything bad about him, at least from guys," he answered but clearly he was over this conversation. "You boys give me the all clear or something?" I asked and he opened his notebook "or something." was all I heard before the teacher walked in demanding our attention as we had an exam on Friday. 
I asked everyone I knew about Davin Gold. Which meant I asked the younger Lee's, and Lia, who was more excited about it then I was. She was happy for me and honestly I was too. Davin was nice. All week he met me at my locker in the morning and even went as far as to sit with me and Lia at lunch. Somehow he was unbothered by the daggers Yuta had been shooting him every time the guy talks to me, but that's just what made me like him even more. Getting under Yuta's skin was just the icing on top. By the end of the week he had worn me down enough that I promised to hang out with him at the party and went to the mall with Lia to buy a new dress. 
As soon as I walked in Davin was taking me from the Lee's I rode with, and I was never more thankful. The entire ride was awkward and silent, mostly because Yuta was stewing in the driver's seat beside me. He brought me into a different room where there were drinks, and gave me one that was quite strong but fruity before leading me to the side of the room where there were dart board and pool tables. We started with pool which I had no clue how to play and he used it as an excuse to get close to me, teaching me how to hit the balls with the poles. When I looked across the room I saw Yuta with a girl clung to his side and couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed. I had the impression that he was hard to please, but the way his hand travels around her waist says differently
By now I was beginning to feel the alcohol a little bit, but my mind was still mostly intact. "Here you go," Davin said handing me the black darts "Ladies first," he said motioning to the board. I throw the first one and hit the board way off base and then I felt a prick in my arm. "What was that?" I asked slapping my hand over whatever had gotten me "Mosquito?" he asked looking around for the little creature "I don't remember them biting so hard," I said getting him to chuckle "maybe you just got weaker," he teased before tossing his dart at the board, nearly striking the middle. I force myself to relax and enjoy the game. My aim is terrible, I literally only managed to get one dart actually on the board. 
We do another match and I do even worse. My mouth felt tingly, not like when you are about to throw up, but more of like you accidently swallowed some lip pumping lip gloss. I step towards the little table where our water bottles are and I feel off balanced, my hand crashing into the water bottle, knocking it onto the floor. "Oh shit, sorry," I said getting a few nearby people to laugh. I go to the floor and try to pick it up but all I could think about was how itchy the dress I wore tonight was and how badly I wanted to get it off. I stand up feeling light headed "I should go," I told Davin pressing a hand to my forehead. I felt like my mind was slowly slipping from me ad there was no way I could catch it. 
Davin tugged me towards him and I fall onto his chest, his arms wrapping around my bod. "Where's Yuta?" I asked turning to look over my shoulder at where I last saw him "I need him." I felt Davin's lips hovering my neck "No you don't, you've got me," he whispered grinding against me. "No!" I jerk out of his grasp, I shakily run a fingers through my hair, my blood pulsing through my veins, so loud and fast I swear I could hear it "I need Yuta." I don't even hear what he said back to me, but I could tell by his tone he wasn't playing nice anymore. Cold and annoyed, much like other assholes I've met. We're in a more secluded part of the house now, and he's trying to pull up my dress which is a lot harder to stop when your coordination is off.
"What's going on here?" the voice gives me hope, another person that could possibly help me out of this situation. "I gave her molly. Stupid bitch thought a mosquito got her." He was delighted with himself, and I tried to swing at him like I did Yuna but my arm felt too heavy. "Are you sure you should be doing that? She's technically a Lee," the other guy whispered and Davin chuckled "As if, the Lee's can't stand her. Besides the whole school thinks she's trash, so who'd they believe when she comes crying wolf?" Davin asked cupping my face. I hated how good his cold hands felt against my burning skin. Although I did wish it was someone else's hands.
He roughly gropes my boobs and I bite back a whimper, "She might be horny too," his friend said almost as if he couldn't believe their luck "Can I have her when you are done?" he asked, Davin couldn't even use words to reply, just nodding his head as his lips trail the base of my neck and shoulder. "You'd think he legs would part easier," the dude said as Davin tried to thrust his knee between mine, "Maybe coke will wake her up?" Davin said, holding me up like a rag doll. At least that's what I felt like, I heard muffled voices "Yuta?" I force myself to rip out of his hands once more "Yuta," I said louder as I stumble to a more visible room. "I need to leave," I mumbled but Davin had my wrist in his hand before I could get too far. 
"Yuta!" I shout as loud as I could before they pulled me back into the room with them. Just as the friend was about to close the door to the party, it was pushed open and Yuta stood in the doorway. I could see his eyes enrage as he looked over the three of us. I lunge toward him and by surprise Davin lets me go, so I fall to the ground between them. "What the fuck is going on?" Yuta asked, only then did I notice that he had the rest of his brother's behind him. "She's trashed dude," Davin said laughing "I brought her in here so she wouldn't embarrass herself." It took me a while to catch up "No," I protested trying to get up, but all my limbs were weighted down by bricks and I couldn't find the words to explain myself.
All I could think was how Yuta would hate me more for this. He'll really believe I am a slut. The humiliation grows in my chest, and I'm reduced to silence. I drop my head to the floor and hope that the ground just swallows me whole. "There's two options," Yuta started moving inside so his brothers could get in "You can either apologize ad tell the truth and one of us will beat your ass or lie and we'll take turns. Choose." his voice as calm and collected, as if he was giving a morning announcement at school or something. This sucked. I raise my head to try and convince him I did nothing wrong when I realize none of them were looking at me. I looked over my shoulder at the two guys and they were quite literally shaking in their boots. "Yuta I didn't do-" he doesn't even get to finish what he was saying because Yuta's fist makes direct contact with his nose.
Afterwards, he leans down and lifts me up into his arms. I crumble against his chest, one of his arms supporting my shoulders, the other looped under my thighs. This guy had caused me so much emotional pain, but right now I was clinging to him as if he was the only person in the world that could comfort me. Once in his car I break down in tears "Something is wrong with me," I managed to gasp between sobs. "I know, but it'll be okay," he said placing a hand on my bare thigh but all I could think about was how I wanted him to move his fingers higher. He removes his hand to start backing out and I verbally whine in protest "It felt nice," I whispered hoping he'd take the hint and put it back. 
"You're on ecstasy horny right now and I'm not doing anything with you." I pout my lips and reach out towards him "But-" "No." he was firm and slapped my hand away from him. He focuses all is attention on driving, but the prickling sensation of my skin doesn't fade. I rid myself of my dress hoping that would aid in some relief, it helped me cool down for sure. "Jesus, you're killing me here," Yuta muttered from his side of the car, tryin now to avoid looking my way. "Sorry," I replied slightly embarrassed to have just ripped my clothes off with no warning, but he just sighs exhausted. The ride was also killing me. It takes all of my mental energy to stay awake and keep my clothes on.
As soon as he parked the car he is rounding the car and pulling my door open causing me to fall out into his arms. My head is foggy as he carries me into the house, I mean the next thing I knew he was tucking me under my covers. "Don't leave," I said panicked as I watched him move to the end of my bed "I won't. I'm just getting a washcloth," he explained walking into my bathroom. Even though he told me what he was doing, and we were technically still in the same room, I felt weepy. "I don't know why I am crying," I said as he reappears, pressing the cold wash cloth to my forehead "You're drugged as hell." he sounded disgusted and that only made me feel worse "Sorry." He looked worried for a second "No- I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at those assholes, myself, the boys I guess. I brought this on." 
"Do you think I'll feel better?" I asked weakly, I felt pathetic for letting those words slip passed my lips, Yuta turned to look at me and I waited for him to poke fun at me "What do you mean?" he asked climbing onto the edge of my bed. I inhale sharply "I'm just so angry all the time." I let the tears leak down my cheeks "There's this knot in my chest... and this whole, deck of cards I've been dealt have just made it worse, but it's always been there." I roll onto my back and start up at my high ceiling "And every day, I feel it getting tighter and stronger. And I feel like it's choking me." I catch a glimpse of him, his face expressionless and I exhale, "Sometimes it just hurts to exist, you know." I close my eyes "I just want to feel like a normal teenager." There was a long pause "I know exactly what you mean," he said getting me to open my eyes and look at him, because I didn't trust my intoxicated self. I thought I was hearing things.
He laid down on my bed next to me "Come here," he said moving one arm behind me. I curled into his side, resting my head on his chest, his fingers comb through my hair. "Just close your eyes and go to sleep." I hook a leg over him, his rough jeans rubbing against my skin but I didn't care. "Promise you won't leave?" I mumbled into cotton shirt. "I promise." I snuggle closer, losing myself in his warmth and the steady metronome of his heart. 
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