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spicyseonghwas · 10 months

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jealous ; ten lee

pairing :: ten chittaphon x male reader genres/au's :: angst, fluff, romance viewer rating :: 13+ (pt.2 WILL contain sexual content) content warnings :: light cursing, crying, kissing, light makeout session, reader calls ten "cheetah" which is a reference to part of the pronunciation of ten's legal first name word count :: 1,646 (1,482 words originally) network tag :: @preciousillusions-net

pt.1 ; pt.2

ten had never had to live without you, not even before he knew there was a heart as pure as yours out there in the world. you had been right there by his side for so long, forgiven so many of his mistakes, that the idea of you not there next to him was excruciating to think about. he couldn't bear it. the thought and sound of your name was beginning to burn a hole in his heart.

you had been in love with ten for years and years now, but you were still absolutely terrified to tell anyone, especially him. he was perfect, you had always known it. he had always treated you like a king, and you had always tried your hardest to treat him the same way in return for his efforts. but it was starting to hurt now, you were starting to feel sort of lonely. and you didn't know who else to go to, because you couldn't just CONFESS TO TEN…

so you went to johnny.

"i… i just don't know what to do, johnny," you whimpered, tightening your arms around johnny's chest and hiding your face with a tiny whimper. "it… it hurts so fucking much…"

"i know it hurts, m/n," he whispered softly back to you, "trust me. i know firsthand how bad love can bite." he tangled his fingers carefully int the baby hairs on the base of the back of your neck, rubbing soft, firm little circles into the muscles in your neck.

"what the hell am i supposed to do, johnny??" you cried into his chest, "i can't keep this from him forever, he's my bet fucking friend! he has a right to know!"

"yeah, but how exactly are you gonna go about telling him this after all the shit you've pulled him through with the rest of the relationships he's tried to commit to?"

"i-i dunno. i guess i'll just have to tell him… he's gotta know." you said quietly, burying your face in johnny's neck. "i'm scared though…"

"i'll be right here the whole time, m/n." johnny whispered into your ear, hugging you tight. "you just tell me when you're ready."

~+~

you inhaled as deeply as you could without hurting yourself, lifting a shaking hand and knocking softly on johnny's door.

"johnny?"

"i'm here." johnny's soft, husky morning voice floated through the material of the door, followed by soft footsteps coming up to the door on the other side. then the door cracked open and johnny's face peeked out.

"what's up?" he asked, peeking around the door and smiling when he saw that it was you on the other side. he opened the door a bit more to hear you better.

"i… i'm ready." you nearly whispered as you tried your best to steady your voice.

"yeah?" he replied, "you're sure?"

you nodded.

"yeah." you said softly, taking deep breaths to try to control your heartbeat a bit.

johnny smiled reassuringly, silently telling you that everything was going to be okay.

"let's go, then."

~+~

"ten?" johnny called softly, knocking on the thai boy's door for the third time. "ten, you there?"

"y-shit, yeah, i'm here." you heard from what sounded like ten's bed, "i'm coming, hang on- DAMN IT, LEO- FUCK-"

"NEVER HAVE CHILDREN, JOHNNY!" ten burst out the second he'd opened the door enough to see johnny.

"ten- ten, you don't have any children…" johnny's voice trailed off and floated away as he looked up and down ten's arms at the fresh cat scratches that adorned them.

"having cats sucks. cats count as children, johnny."

after a long moment of awkward silence and a lingering, slightly worried look between you and johnny, ten finally realized there was a reason he had guests at his room at ten at night.

"what's up, guys?" ten finally asked, "is there something i should know?"

"...yeah," johnny said after a moment of stunned silence, "we need to- m/n-" he corrected himself as he looked at you- "needs to talk to you about something. it's something that's really important to him."

"sure! what's going on, m/n?" ten asked, looking over at you as he backed up to let you into the room.

johnny waved to you, giving you a soft, reassuring smile and a gentle squeeze on your shoulder. you waited till he left before following ten into his room. you followed his gestures for you to sit on the bed next to him.

"so what's up, bestie?"

"i... ten, i'm just gonna say this bluntly to preserve my sanity..." you said, taking a deep breath.

"i love you."

"i'm aware of that, m/n."

"what..." your voice trailed off into stunned silence. "n-no-no, ten, i love you. i'm in love with you." you repeated, looking blankly at ten, who simply blinked back at you in silence.

"m/n, we are best friends, i can feel your emotions." ten stated, "i basically live in your fucking walls. i can tell when you're hungry, that's how close we are."

"...ten, that was me confessing my love for you."

"i am completely aware of that, and you seem to be having some trouble accepting this information."

"i-what-TEN, SHUT UP-" you started. but you weren't able to finish your sentence, as your aggravated yelling was cut off and your wrist- the one you now found to have made it halfway towards ten's shoulder with a balled up fist- was suddenly in a tight grip. you felt the weight of ten's whole body press into your own as he pushed you backward onto the bed. your heart raced up into your throat as you felt your back hit the covers.

"ten, what-" you started, but again never finished as you felt ten's lips connect with yours. your face heated up like the air in malaysia, and your eyes fluttered clsosed as your whole body have in to ten's surprise advances.

your face was still hot and your heart was still racing when ten finally broke the kiss, looking as always as though he had never broken a sweat in all of his 27 glorious years of life. ten smiled happily, one hand slipping into yours and the other underneath you as you felt his nose nuzzle your neck. he and you were silent for a while, just relishing in each other's presence, and the event that had just transpired.

but ten wasn't only thinking about the kiss... it was actually starting to slip from his mind.

no...

ten was thinking about johnny.

he was thinking about how much more often you had been hanging around johnny lately, and how much less you seemed to want to spend your time with him, your best friend. it was making his heart hurt, he was scared you were growing away from him.

"you're not really in love with me, are you?" he blurted, not registering that the words had even come out of his mouth until it was already far too late.

"what?" you snapped, sitting up in a panic. "what? ten, i jusst confessed my undying love for you. i just fucking kissed you! what the hell makes you think i'm not in love with you?? who the hell told you that??"

"no one, i just... you've been hanging out with me so much less nowadays, it's making me think you're growing on me a little too much. i'm starting to think you don't enjoy being around me anymore..." ten's voice trailed away, cracking a little as he turned away to shield from your eyes that one single tear that had rolled down his cheek.

"ten, i've been spending time with johnny because i'm a 127 member. we're in the middle of promotions, i have to spend time with him. i have to spend time with my group mates sometimes too! i spend half my life on a stage with them..." you said softly, scooting over and wrapping your arms carefully around ten's slim waist. "just because i'm hanging out with my friends doesn't mean i don't like spending time with you, ten, i love you. my heart aches for you every time you're not there. i. love. you, ten."

ten shook for a moment in your arms, sniffling a bit as he wiped tears from his and eventually turned to look at you.

"y-you promise?" he whispered, looking into your eyes with his own teary ones and nearly breaking your heart in the process. you smiled softly, nodding and moving your hand up to wipe the tears gently off his face.

"yes, ten, i promise." you responded quietly but also a little aggressively. "you're my cheetah, no one else gets to have you."

ten finally smiled, leaning in for another kiss. you obliged, closing the distance and letting your lips mould with his as your arms moved up and wrapped around his shoulders. you didn't remember crawling onto ten's lap, but suddenly you were there, and his hands were snaking carefully under the brim of your shirt. you tilted your head slightly to the side, letting your lips and his mesh together more ffectively, smiling and opening your mouth once when he licked your bottom lip, obviously asking for entrance.

"hmmm, such a bold boy," you hummed, tugging ever-so-lightly on ten's hair. you broke away and grinned like a devil when you felt and heard the other boy frowl quietly into your mouth. he pouted when you pulled back, crawling off his lap and pulling him with you by the hand as you moved backward onto your knees toward the head of the bed.

"c'mere, pretty boy," you growled playfully, grabbing him by the waist and latching back onto his mouth. "fuck me like you want me too..." ten grinned evilly, evidently having somehow managed to remove both your and his shirts without you noticing.

"gladly, darling," he purred, shoving you back into the pillows.

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luvkyu · 8 days

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my love, i still ( mark lee )

mark x male reader

someone from mark's past makes a quiet return.

content : 1.5k words, angst, kinda fluff at the end ??, idol!mark, manager!reader, ex-relationship, reader mentioned with a facial piercing, also features a little riize !!

( a/n ) this is song inspired :D from my love, i still by i'll <3 i was gonna make this heart wrenching angst but i got stuck with the ending so i changed it and it actually ends somewhat happy now. thinking about a part two, we'll see.

"did you guys hear y/n's back in town?" jaemin asked, looking around at his group members.

"yeah. i don't know if he's working here again though," donghyuck answered.

the few of them were currently stretching and warming up before dance practice. only mark, renjun, and jisung were missing among them.

"i hope he is," jeno said, "i miss him."

"if he is working here again, he probably won't work much with us."

"i heard he's gonna be working with riize," chenle said, making the others' heads turn instantly.

"oh shit, really?"

chenle nodded, "that's what shotaro told me and jisung the other day. he's supposed to start as their manager today i think."

"i wonder if mark knows," jaemin muttered.

"if i know what?" mark questioned as he entered the studio with renjun and jisung in tow.

the others freezed, a bit uncomfortable now. mark and y/n's break up wasn't an easy subject, not when everyone knew mark was still not over him.

mark's brows furrowed at the sudden silence of his members. he looked around, waiting for some kind of answer.

"..if you know that y/n's back," jeno finally replied.

mark stopped for just a slight second before shrugging his bag off his shoulder and acting as if it didn't matter.

"yeah, i know."

the other dreamies looked around at each other. mark always got quiet and sulky when y/n's name was brought up, which is why they tried to avoid it most of the time.

"and you're okay?" jisung spoke up.

mark looked at him, smiled unconvincingly, and pat his head. "of course i'm okay," he assured. "now let's start practice."

"do you guys wanna go down to the cafe before heading back to the dorm?" jeno asked.

as everyone agreed on the idea, they began bee lining down the hall toward the elevator.

"oh shit," donghyuck mumbled. mark looked up from his phone as he walked, moving his gaze to where donghyuck's was.

the elevator opened on their floor to reveal a couple workers, including y/n. he had his phone to his ear with furrowed brows while clutching some papers, clearly distressed. when he saw the dream members now in front of him, his eyes widened and his body stood still for a split second. but he had to keep up with his rushing coworkers. y/n gave the group a small bow and a gentle smile as he kept walking and speaking on his phone.

mark felt as if his heart plummeted to his stomach. he wasn't prepared to see y/n out of nowhere, but he couldn't stop his eyes from following him. y/n looked different after the year that had passed. his hair was back to it's natural color instead of dyed, and he had a piercing added to his face now.

"what if i kidnap him," jeno whispered.

"shut up," renjun snickered, filing into the elevator with the others.

"i miss him," jeno whined. "best manager we've had, hands down."

mark smiled to himself bittersweetly. jeno wasn't wrong. y/n cared about all of them more than anyone had. after their first few months as group and manager, he and mark grew much closer than they should've. but once other staff started to find out, y/n's position as their manager slowly fell apart. he resigned quietly after he and mark ended things. y/n was offered a position in japan for a year instead, which he took in high hopes of healing.

"actually guys, i'm just gonna go back to the dorm. i want a nap."

"are you sure? i can come with you," jaemin offered with a small frown. mark smiled and shook his head.

"pretty sure napping is a one-person job, jaem. i'll just see you guys later."

jaemin frowned as they all watched mark press a separate button on the elevator.

"it's a two-person job if you're doing it right.." jaemin muttered.

donghyuck sighed and flicked his head, "do you ever shut up?"

"no, not really."

a couple weeks passed and mark had yet to see y/n for more than two-second intervals, let alone talk to him at all. he wasn't telling anyone how much it hurt him to see y/n around the sm building and not speak to him at all.

mark adjusted his earbuds into his ears as he walked. he could feel the sore muscles in his legs after a very long practice in anticipation for dream's next comeback. he was planning on going straight home, taking a long bath, and going to bed.

he pressed play on his phone, hearing the music begin to flood his ears. he was on his way outside when he stopped and saw some familiar faces by the company's vans.

riize was outside, filing into the vehicle with y/n leading them. they seemed to be goofing around, lots of smiles and distant laughter. mark could see y/n patting a couple of their heads as if he was counting to make sure he had all his children. sohee was the last to climb into the van, giving y/n a small hug before settling in next to anton. y/n smiled at his cuteness and walked around to the driver's side. before mark knew it, the van was out of sight, and he was staring at nothing.

mark cleared his throat and stared at the ground now. his chest felt heavy. he didn't know how much longer he could keep doing this.

"you okay?"

mark jumped at the voice beside him now. he took one of his earbuds out and looked over at jeno.

"i'm fine."

"hm," jeno hummed. he didn't believe mark at all, but he decided not to push it. "c'mon. let's go home."

a few hours went by, and now mark was sitting outside looking blankly at his phone. when he got home, he ate dinner and took a hot bath. neither of those things seemed to matter much though. nothing really did anymore.

it felt like time was standing still as he stared at the screen beneath him. his finger hovered over the call button of y/n's new phone number that he'd asked shotaro to send him. he didn't want to make things difficult for y/n by calling him, but he felt like he desperately needed to finally talk with him. he didn't know if he was looking for closure or another chance with y/n. maybe he'd know once they finally exchanged some words.

mark closed his eyes and quickly pressed his thumb against the screen. lifting the phone to his ear, he waited.

"..."

"hello?"

mark gulped. he hadn't planned on what to say, but now that he heard y/n's voice, his heart sank. a couple tears that had built up over the last few minutes finally trickled down his cheeks.

"..hello?" y/n said again.

"y/n?" mark's voice was barely audible. he knew y/n heard him though, he could tell by the way it stayed quiet for a moment on the other line.

"mark?"

"please, let's talk." mark could hear the other take a deep breath.

"okay.. what about?"

"i don't know. anything. i can't keep pretending like i don't know you when i see you around work. i can't-" mark went silent for a couple seconds, "i can't do this anymore."

y/n didn't know how to respond. he felt his throat begin to close up as he fought his own tears.

"i'm sorry.. i wasn't sure if i should talk to you guys at work."

"you can. please do. the others miss you a lot."

"really?"

mark could hear the smile in y/n's voice now. it lightened his mood a little bit.

"yeah. jeno wants to kidnap you i think."

"not surprising."

the pair laughed together before it went quiet again.

"y/n?"

"hm?"

"could we grab a coffee together sometime or something?"

"you don't drink coffee, mark."

"i'll just watch you drink it then."

y/n chuckled and inhaled as if he was accepting some huge offer.

"sure. we can get coffee."

"great," mark replied happily. y/n could tell mark sounded relieved; it made his smile linger a little longer on his lips.

"and, um," mark began again, "i know things have been off with us. but i just want you to know that i still care about you a lot. nothing's ever gonna change my love for you."

y/n looked down at his hands and cleared his throat. he didn't want his voice to give away the fact that he was two seconds away from crying. the soft and sincere tone of mark's voice didn't make it any easier, either.

"that's actually really comforting to hear. i love you too, mark."

mark smiled and let out a long exhale.

"okay well i'll let you get some rest, i know it's late. sleep well tonight, and i'll see you later."

"okay. g'night."

"night." mark's grin continued to tug at his lips. he gently tossed his phone aside and rubbed his face. a weight had just been lifted from his shoulders, he felt like he could breathe for the first time in a while.

"thank you, y/n." he whispered softly.

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jaelvr · 7 days

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You were beautiful

Home | NCT 127 masterlist |

Requested : no

Prompts ; 51. “Please, just stay a little longer.” + 54. “Please don’t cry.” + 50. “I love you. Never forget that, okay?”

Pairing : ex! doyoung x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : angst, fluff

Word count : 1.2k

Warnings : mutual feelings, exes to lovers, idol! au, slightly ooc

Have a great day !!

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"The things I'm about to tell you, aren't so you change what's already on your mind."

He looked through his bag, searching for the letter he'd been given earlier in the day. They'd had a fan meet for their newest comeback, something they were used to by now. Getting presents and letters was nothing new, but there was something about this one he couldn't quite put his finger on. It felt familiar - like a home of some kind. The writing seemed familiar to him and the person in front of him, despite not being able to clearly make them out, was someone he'd known - he was sure of it. He pulled the letter out, wasting no time in opening it to read it.

"It's just that I keep thinking about all the melodies you made asleep at night."

He got up carefully, not wanting to disturb you too much. A lovestruck smile on his face as he looked at your figure next to him, taking in your peaceful expression and how the sun lightly shone on your face, making you look like an angel. Doyoung leaned down, placing a gentle kiss upon your forehead, thumb softly caressing your cheek. He got up and stretched, about to head into the bathroom when he heard a tired yawn and eyes peering over at him. "Good luck today. I love you." you murmured, a sleepy smile on your face as you battled sleep to stay awake. "I love you too, sunshine. I'll see you later." he promised, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips and watching you for a few seconds before heading into the bathroom to get ready for practice. He could always get through the day if it meant coming home to you.

"I keep trying to forget but you were beautiful."

He thought back on it, remembering the way the pair of you would look at each other with absolute love. It was clear to anyone who saw you two how deep the connection truly ran. They'd been celebrating one of the comebacks, throwing a party to congratulate them. He'd come over when you were watching Jungwoo and Haechan drunkenly sing along to songs on the karaoke machine, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing fragile kisses to your neck. "Hey Doie." you grinned, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You alright?" he muttered, brushing hair out of your face while his other hand gently ran circles across your hip. You let out a hum of content, nuzzling into his chest. "I'm so proud of you." you whispered, looking up at him with complete admiration and love, his face mirroring the same. "I couldn't have done it without you." he admitted, kissing your forehead. The way you looked at him made him never want to leave, always needing to either be next to you or have you close by. The way you called his name and how addictive he found it. You felt like home.

"I keep thinking about how we used to be. God, I just hate this part."

You'd known something was off the minute he'd walked through the door. He had said nothing, having a shower and getting into his pyjamas before curling up in bed, silent. You'd crawled in beside him, simply holding him and rubbing his back as his tears escaped, your embrace tight and not letting go of him. "You're okay. I've got you, love." you whispered, your head on top of his as you rubbed his back. You didn't force him to talk, simply letting him take his time and if he didn't want to talk about it at all, you never pushed him to. You stayed with him all night, comforting him in the morning as you caressed and planted kisses all over his tear-stained face, not making a deal or pressing on the issue. Just wanting to be there for him to soothe him.

"Think I've cried more than I had imagined."

The scene taunted him constantly whenever he couldn't fall asleep. The look on your face when he'd uttered the cursed six words. Doyoung was almost convinced he'd heard your heart shatter at his words. He wasn't sure what had broken him more between your desperate pleas to not leave or the tears that streamed down your face. “Please don’t cry.” he pleaded, his own tears falling. He wanted to tell you he was joking or he'd changed his mind, but he couldn't. He wanted to stay but knew it wasn't possible.

Not with him being an idol. He couldn't. He laid awake that night, your face and his actions constantly haunting him, knowing the pain he'd caused which he tried to ignore, convincing himself it was for the better. He'd give anything to go back to how you two were before, his heart hurting more as he read over the letter, realising you'd forgiven him despite the damage he'd caused you.

"'Cause the last time that you looked at me, I did all I could, I watched you leave."

He refused. He got up, and quickly headed to the entrance of the dorm, pulling his coat on and tying his shoes on. "Doyoung? Where are you going?" Taeyong questioned, looking at his phone which read eleven o'clock. "The letter." he murmured once his shoes were done, Taeyong looking at him in confusion as he pushed the letter into his best friend's hands. "They were there. They gave it to me today at the fan meet." he hurriedly explained. Taeyong skimmed through, the end of the letter catching his eye. Besides the “I love you. Never forget that, okay?” was a scrawled sunshine. The nickname Doyoung always referred to you as. Taeyong looked back up, a small smile on his face as he knew what he was doing. He nodded, squeezing Doyoung's shoulder before he left, bidding him a gentle 'good luck'.

"All the things you gave to stay with me."

Once he'd gotten there, he anxiously knocked on the door. He prayed you hadn't moved otherwise he'd look like an absolute idiot - not that he wouldn't already. His breath hitched as the door to the familiar apartment opened, words escaping him as he took in your look in front of him. You were in your pyjamas, your hair slightly messy with your natural beauty. "You look beautiful." he got out, hesitantly stepping forward, afraid of your reaction. Relief consumed him as he felt you step forward, resting your head on his chest, soaking his shirt with your tears. He gently caressed the back of your head, the other resting on your back as he gripped you tightly, almost trying to assure himself he wasn't dreaming and he was actually here.

"I'm sorry. It doesn't feel right without you. I miss you. I miss the way you looked at me. I miss the way you called my name. I miss your smiles when we'd disagree, I-" he rambled, eyes widening as he felt you lean up, kissing him quickly yet lovingly. “Please, just stay a little longer.” you whispered a sad smile on your face. He cupped your face, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I'm not leaving this time."

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from-izzy · 25 days

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yesterday's petal | nct na jaemin

“I see.” A petal of yesterday falls. “I’ll take care of them now.”

pairing » nct na jaemin x gn!reader (lmk if i missed anything!)

trope/au » non-idol au!, established relationship au!

genre » angst! just full angst!, grief and longing, reader remembering all the good times spent with jaemin, hurt and hope to move on, boyfriend na jaemin who took care of you so well, and you who loved him as much as he loves you

word count, estimated reading time » 1628, ~6 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » major character death, grief and loss, sorry not proofread 😭

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 part of 'especially to you...'

didn't think that my first nct story on this app would be this but...i needed this badly...

i am also getting back into nct! i might be able to go to dream's concert this year and i'm so excited! feel free to send me some nct content and help me catch up hehe

but other than that...

in a world where everyone seems to fit in so well and so easily...i hope that someday things will be better for me 🫂

With the amount of times you hit the door frame against the overhanging bell of the shop, it’s no surprise that the older woman recognises you.

Usually, she greets her customers brightly, especially those who look nervous and overwhelmed by her overflowing love and care towards the flowers that she prides herself on. At first, it was like that for you too, but the brightness of it all only lasted a few milliseconds at most.

She’s not new to her job; no, she’s not. She’s been doing this for years, having been brought up to it by her mother who has heavily influenced her to decorate all kinds of events with the delicate being, bringing in colours from one corner of the room to the other. But she knew the second you walked in her door without having to take your hat, scarf or sunglasses off, that you’re different from any of the other customers.

She can sense it from far away: a heart that has stopped beating. Amidst the chaotic, busy world, where most of the time a pin cannot be heard even in the library, she can feel the dejected feeling that your heart clenches painfully and that it never begs to differ. She wonders if you’ve always been like this or if you change under a different circumstance. Did her shop remind you of something unpleasant? Was it making you remember a painful memory that you never want to revisit ever again?

But you always kept coming back. If not every day, every second day. And this, without fail.

She wishes she had the courage to ask why the corners of your lips have never raised, why your hands are always limped by your side, swaying tirelessly beside your even tired heart. She wishes she could ask why your eyes are always so puffy and sometimes bloodshot when you bow to her as a greeting whenever you exit. And, she would always wonder the reason behind why you would pick up the same flowers every time. Again, with the number of times you visit, she wonders if you’re giving them away or if you just like to fill your room, and perhaps at this point house, just like her.

She never asks because of the way you held the stem of her flowers between your hands. It’s an interesting way to handle her art: you rest the bottom of the stem on your palm with your fingers curving up to make a little bowl while the fingers of your other hand are curled towards the centre of your palm, the little circle however always big enough that when you step over to the counter, the green stalk bounces around the circumference of the circle as you take your step towards her.

Just like every other day, you tapped your card on the machine and left after mouthing a ‘thank you’ when the affirmatory tick was displayed on the screen, a pair of curious eyes behind your slumped shoulders.

Your feet take you to the place that you go to every day, the navigation of getting there already deeply ingrained in you to even try and suppress. With each step, comes the setting of the city that you used to walk with your beloved boyfriend. So many memories are spent in every turn of the city, with every store being visited once whether it be a cafe or a baby clothing store. There was usually no purpose to your visits but the hand that held yours tightly made you remember that sometimes roaming around with no purpose brings the best moments in life.

The scent of the ramen shop across the street makes you hold your breath for a second, not wanting to trigger the accompanying cilantro scent that your nose remembers. The whirring of the coffee machine that you just passed only makes the inside of your mouth dry, remembering the unhealthy shots of caffeine that your boyfriend would drink without a thought in mind. The uneven paths of the ground play with your balance but this time, Na Jaemin isn’t here to hold on to you or even playfully joke around with you to say that he will ‘never let you fall the same way you already fell for him now’.

God, you just want to experience them again.

The way your friends found their significant others while you mull over the fact that Jaemin has left and will never come back. Not in this life, at least. So many times you would pray that you’ll find someone else but even when another person has shown interest in you and you accepted their offer to take you out on a date, you find yourself only thinking of Jaemin endlessly.

At first, you thought he cursed you. Just like how he would say he would if you ever woke him up from his after-school nap even though it was supposed to be a movie date at the cinemas.

But now you know that you’re just not ready for the change that took away the only person who loves you and that you love back an infinite times more. You’re not ready to have another person holding you, kissing you and whispering sweet nothings to you no matter your mood.

You just want Na Jaemin back.

“Hey…” You arrive at your destination, the glossy stone reflecting the sullen look on your face, hair messy both from the win and simply not caring about readjusting it back; that was supposed to be Jaemin’s thing after all. “How are you doing today?”

Your choice of clothing today is questionable: white shorts when you know that you will be sitting down on the ungrassed Earth. Nevertheless, it didn’t stop you because all you wanted after a tiring day of high school and trailing behind your friends who had their arms joined with the love of their life, is to just talk to Jaemin in a more eye-levelled state.

The conversations are endless and you make sure not to leave the slightest bit of detail from the day. You try your hardest to be positive, knowing well that Jaemin will always like you that way but one of the reasons why you love him is because if you did cry, he would still love and care for you without judgement or doubt. And the realisation that you’ll never see those eyes that you have fallen in love and would get lost in sinks in again.

You sob. Cry. Weep. Bawl.

You could scream. Yell. Shout.

And it’s killing you inside all the same.

“I’m so tired of being so lonely when there’s so many people around me, Nana.” Your chin rests on your folded knees to your chest, arms around your legs but hands still holding the flower the same as before. “I’m so tired of being jealous of my friends that they’re still making happy memories with their other person.” The tears stream down your face even more, gulping down your sorrows and pain.

You relish how the coldness of the wind numbed your cheek; at least you’re feeling something.

“I do believe that the time when everything will be better will come and I do believe that the more I understand my feelings, it will get better eventually,” you sniff and gasp out of air, “but I still wish that I didn’t have to rely on time. I wish that I didn’t have to delve in deep and go through all of this.”

His name engraved on the stone only made it harder for you to see anything, your tears blurring your surroundings and the wind only making you cry harder. You take in a shaky breath and though it was not satisfactory, you’re still thankful that it gave you a little more energy to get lost in the feeling of grief.

“I love you.” You repeat a few more times. “And I hope that someday, whenever I hear your name, only the good memories and things you taught me will replay in my head.”

Your fingers reach over to the curves and lines of his name and you smile remembering how his mother included you in the font and general typography, knowing how much the relationship that you both shared has always been a healthy one for both ends. You continue to run over the engraving more, moving your hand back and forth. You continue to blurt out your last few moments of the day along with your plans for the next twenty-four hours before you would rant to him again.

But like you said, time will eventually come and make it all better and currently, the heaviness in your chest is more bearable now. You jump up to your more stable feet, eyes on the flowers that cover the front side of the base. Slowly, you laid the new one between the ones from before. You stare at how it finds its place so easily despite being only introduced a few seconds ago, and you nod at how it may not be you anytime soon.

As you spare a final glance at the fresh flower on top of the one that you just gifted him yesterday, you note the peace that it’s finally been given, still and no longer twirling and swirling in the circle that you have made for it.

When you walk away, the flower looks at how you drag your feet across the soil, and the yesterday flower whispers, “They're still the same as yesterday.” A message that has continued and passed on from the very first one that you laid in hopes of Jaemin knowing that he’s never forgotten.

“I see.” A petal of yesterday falls. “I’ll take care of them now.”

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 'especially to you...'

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star-suh · 7 months

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requesting a angsty doyoung x bttm mreader 🤭🤭🤭

The Devil Is Real, And He's Not A Little Red Man With Horns And A Tail.

Kim Doyoung x Male Reader

cw: angst attempt, doyoung is an asshole, breakup, degrading but not in THAT way lol, doyoung refers to people as toys, he's like a psycho, subtle mention of sex, happy ending for reader.

an: just in case, this is for entertainment purpose only, don't take it so seriously please. none of the events shown here represents kim doyoung in real life.

idk if you anon wanted me to add smut on it, i didn't do it to make it as angsty as possible but if you wanted i'm sorry, also i used a phrase of my fave show and listened to art deco instrumental while writing lol, hope you all enjoy it.

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it was night, a serene breeze caressing y/n's cheeks, the moon shining on him making his teary eyes glow like if galaxies were in there… it all looked perfect… then y/n's boyfriend, kim doyoung, showed up…

"we need to talk y/n" started doyoung

"i know" replied calmly y/n weeping his tears with the back of his hand, "why didn't you tell me before?" continued y/n with a shaky hurt voice.

"why?" he laughed "isn't it obvious y/n? because if i had told you before, the fun would have ended a long time ago, silly" he caressed y/n's hair but he quickly pushed his hand away. "don't touch me. you disgust me" said y/n crying looking at doyoung who just was there… standing… unfazed… just smiling… like a hunter who is about to kill his prey.

"that's not what you said when you were under me, begging me to make you cry. isn't it funny huh?. now that i'm making you cry you don't like it" mocked doyoung doing a sad face.

"you're an idiot you know that? you make me want to throw up" y/n replied "just tell me why me? why did you choose me to be used by you" yelled the heartbroken guy who just discovered he was being used by his supposed boyfriend "i was always there for you, i helped you with your assignments i-". "that's exactly why i chose you dumbo, i needed to pass the semester and you were the perfect one" doyoung laughs "you are so naive damn. i'm proud of me, really proud how i had to endure your annoying clingy ass, how you were always there being so nosy, just the thought of being near you makes me so sick. at least you were good in bed" he said wiping y/n's tears.

"what about me?. didn't you consider my feelings at least once?" asked y/n desperate, waiting for doyoung to say that it's all a joke, a bad one, but a joke. "i'm going to confess that yes i almost thought about that, but i didn't give it any importance haha, i remembered that you are a toy and toys are to be used, they don't have feelings idiot, they're just empty shells waiting for someone that gives them some value" doyoung said with a maniacal face. "you're a fucking psycho" murmured y/n looking at his feet trying to hide his teary eyes.

y/n phone rings, he grabbed the phone to see who was it then he just pressed the red button to keep listening to doyoung. "who was that?" asked doyoung, y/n didn't replied, "bet it was one of those wrong dialed calls, i would say that was someone who cares about you but i don't think so, you're so bland, annoying and pathetic. you're a fucking weeping baby that no one likes" doyoung raised his voice.

y/n fell down to his knees looking at the moon's reflection on the river. "anyways you were a good toy dude" doyoung patted y/n's shoulder "i know some guys who would love to have a toy like you, let me know if you want their numbers silly boy" he kissed y/n's cheek and smiled "it was good 'till it lasted, goodbye" the older waved. y/n turned around to watch him leave and sees how he has a new partner, y/n was just in shock he didn't say anything… he was just there crying, hearing the soothing sound of the water flowing in the river and how it disturbs the moon and stars' reflection.

how such a beautiful and lovely scenery happens to be the witness of a heartbreaking scene between two lovers?

months have passed and y/n is almost recovered of his past relationship with doyoung, he's sitting in the cafeteria looking at that man with his new partner, y/n can't help but fell bad for them, how that man is out there using people at his will but he can't do anything about it because he knows that they will not believe him like they did when he told them what doyoung did to him. "they are willing to lose their dignity and do everything for a pretty face that has no heart. the devil is real, and he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. he can be beautiful. because he's a fallen angel, and he used to be god's favorite" a phrase that it seems to be especifically made for doyoung, thought y/n "he's the empty shell with no value after all".

y/n stands up and just walks away to the university's entrance the breeze caressing his cheeks and hair. y/n is crying, but a happy crying because he overcame that dark past, he feels alive and liberated, of course he's gonna be careful with who he's gonna share his feelings now but he feels good about himself and that's what matters. yellow and brown leaves falling of the yellow/orange trees by the soft autumn breeze, the warm sunlight peeking through the trees' branches. another beautiful scenery this time witnessing a beautiful smile… y/n's beautiful smile…

#kim doyoung x male reader #doyoung x male reader #nct 127 x male reader #angst #angst attempt #male reader #kpop x male reader #nct 127 #nct x male reader

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hcaeh · 4 months

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﹢ ♡ . nct dream : ‘i wish you were a girl’ . texts . angst . male reader

▹ cws . nothing i can think of other than the actual plot 😭

#nct #nct dream #nct fake texts #nct smau #nct dream fake texts #nct dream smau #nct x reader #nct x male reader #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct angst #mark #renjun #jeno #haechan #jaemin #chenle #jisung #hcaeh

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joonggphilia · 4 months

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☼In His Eyes☼

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☼pairing: Lee Donghyuck x Male Reader ☼Prompt: “What am I to you?” ☼genre: angst (I’m sorry) ☼CW: nothing rlly, haechan might come off as pushy and intruding??? Angsty stuff. ☼a/n: this one is not proof read!!!! I got lazy. But anyway this made me low key sad

Reader jaemmphilia’s version here!

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You liked sitting in silence with donghyuk, listening to the sounds of the city below your apartment. It was something that always happened, whether either of you wanted it or not. The dark night was almost overwhelming, neither of you were able to see each other, only the twinkling lights outside of the balcony. You couldn’t see him, but you knew he was looking at you, eyes soft, but calculating, like he always wanted to say something but couldn’t. “Hyuck, everything alright?” You spoke out into the dark, hoping your voice would snap him out of the trance he was in. You heard shuffling motions and a small “yeah, I’m good.” In response. You knew he was lying, his eyes still trained on you. “Did you have someone over today?” he asked, turning on a lamp for dim lighting. Now he wanted to talk, the one time you didn’t. You slowly faced him, “does it matter if I did? I’m a grown man” your voice was a bit defensive because of the sudden mood change. Donghyuck was obviously offended as he frowned and looked around the room. “Your instagram. I saw….and your room is different. Who’s the lucky guy?” He asked, a light smile on his face, but his tone lower. You were taken aback, he was a pretty observant guy, and certainly your best friend. “Doesn’t matter, hyuck. I’m here with you right now.” You spoke affectionately. When he looked back at you, he wasn’t returning the affection, only staring. His eyes were deep and focused, almost as if he was taking a test. “M/n. Don’t speak to me like that.” He blurted, putting his head in his hands. You panicked a bit, not knowing what was wrong. The truth was, Donghyuck was crazy over you. You were the prettiest man he’d ever met, the nicest guy on this planet, almost like an angel on earth. He’d do anything to be with you in that dark room forever, just enjoying each other’s silent company. But really, he’s only your friend. Best friend. But nothing more. Right? Surely not. “What am I to you? If you speak to me so affectionately, how do you really feel? You’re not gonna tell me w-who he is either. So what is it, m/n?” He snapped, his voice cracking. You stared at him in shock. “Donghyuck-.” “Don’t call me that. That’s not what you call me.” He cut you off, a frown evident on his face. “We’ve been friends, hyuck. Just friends. The guy who’s been coming over is also special to me.” You sighed, standing up and opening the sliding glass balcony door to get some air flow. Donghyucks heart sank at the words that left your lips. If you didn’t love him then what did you feel. The way you look at him, the way you speak to him, how you let down your walls…..and he still isn’t the one you love. In his eyes, you loved him and he loved you. In his eyes you two would be together with no one else. In his eyes it would be like that forever. “I thinks it’s time for you to go.” You sighed, opening the door. “I’m sorry hyuck. But I’m sure you’ll get over it.” You whispered as he put on his shoes. He walked out of the door and into the hallway in silence. “M/n.” Donghyuck made eye contact with you once more, his heart racing. “In my eyes…..you’re forever my, best friend.” He spoke softly, his voice shaky as he shut the door and left. Now the silence in your apartment was back, this time, it was eerie and sad. Nothing like it used to be….in your eyes.

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#kpop x male reader #Lee donghyuck x male reader #Haechan x male reader #lee donghyuk x reader #haechan x reader #NCT x male reader #NCT Dream X male reader #NCT x reader #NCT angst #Lee donghyuck angst #Male reader angst #Writing collab

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vergilthelibrarian · 1 year

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Yandere!JisungxGN!Reader (I wrote this with the reader being male in mind but I didn’t use any pronouns for the reader)

Also, I’m thinking about do a little challenge to force me to write more. My idea are fics of the dreamies based on the 7 deadly sins and maybe even the 7 heavenly virtues and both will be yandere. So yeah lol

Jisung scowled as he heard that word leave your lips.

Friend

Why did his heart stung whenever you would call him your friend?

He knew why though, it’s just that he didn’t want to admit it. He was too afraid to.

Love wasn’t something Jisung knew a lot about.

Mind you, he wasn’t naive.

He’s a very flirty guy and he took of advantage of his deep voice, good looks and his tall height to get whatever he wanted.

Yet when it came to you, you saw pass all of that.

Hell, you didn’t baby him like most even though you were only a year older than him.

You were different and he liked that.

But that’s the thing, he thought it was just a ‘like’ kind of thing, not a ‘love’ kind of thing.

Maybe he fell for you without even realizing it…

“Jinsung are you listening?”

“Y-yeah! Yeah.” He snapped out of his thoughts.

“Okay. Tell me what I was talking about.”

Jisung’s mind went blank as he stuttered over the phone causing you to laugh.

God… do your laugh always sound this beautiful?

He began laughing along with you out of embarrassment.

Was your laugh always this infectious too?

“I said that you should come to the museum with me next week. I wanna look at Ancient Greek artifacts.”

“Oh yeah. You’re majoring in Ancient Greek studies right?”

“Yeah.” And Jisung smiled as he heard the smile in your voice.

“I love my major a lot. I don’t know what job I’ll get with my degree but at least I’ll know a dialect of Ancient Greek by the end of it.” You laughed.

“Do you know what you can do with it?” He asked, leaning to where he was half resting on the wall and half resting on his bed.

“Oh, I do. I just don’t know what type of career I want yet.” You sighed. “I wouldn’t mind being an archivist or a librarian. I always wanted to be a librarian.” You chuckled.

“I’d go to the library if you were the librarian.” Jisung smirked.

“Is that so?” And he knew your eyebrows were raised and by your tone of voice, he knew you were about to poke a little jab at him.

“Well maybe I should become a librarian just so you can start reading more.” You laughed, causing Jisung to laugh once more.

“Oh? I gotta go. Eric is here.”

Jisung’s face contorted back into a scowl.

“I’ll talk to you later Jisung. Love you big head!”

“Love you too.” He sighed.

You hung up and Jisung took off his headphones and just stared at his phone, his grip on the device becoming tight.

What the fuck did Eric had the he didn’t?

Was it because he was muscular?

Handsome?

Jisung saw himself as handsome too but he had a boyish charm to his handsomeness while Eric was simply flat out of handsome, similar to how people saw Jeno.

If he could, he would mold himself into the man that you want just so you can want him…

Because he wants you.

But then a thought suddenly popped into Jisung’s mind.

If he wasn’t going to become the man that you want, well then he’ll just become that man that you need.

And that meant having to get your boyfriend out of the picture by any means necessary… without you finding out of course.

#yes you’re boyfriend is eric from the boyz cause I think he’s pretty handsome #and he was the first dude that popped into my mind while writing this #yandere jisung #yandere nct #yandere nct dream #nct angst #nct dream angst #nct dream x male reader #nct dream x reader #nct x male reader #nct x reader #jisung x reader #jisung x male reader #yandere park jisung #park jisung x reader #park jisung x male reader

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bloomingdayswithyou · 7 months

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Could I request a haechan x male reader fanfic with some angst? anyways have a nice rest of your day!

Shadows of the Heart

Pairing: Haechan x m!reader

Words: 550

Warnings: angst with a happy ending

A/N: sorry if it's too bad since I took so long to post it. Hope you enjoy anyways!

The deafening cheers of fans echoed through the stadium as the K-pop group NCT 127 took the stage, their energy contagious. Among the members of the group, Haechan stood out with his charismatic presence. But there was a secret hidden beneath that radiant exterior, one known only to a select few.

You were one of those few—a fellow idol, a friend, and something more. For months, you and Haechan had shared stolen moments of affection behind closed doors, away from the prying eyes of fans and the relentless scrutiny of the media. It was a love that had blossomed slowly but deeply.

As NCT 127's popularity soared, rumors began to circulate. Whispers of your close friendship with Haechan reached the ears of fans and reporters alike. The pressure was mounting, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain the facade of mere friends.

One evening, in the dimly lit corner of a cafe, Haechan's hand trembled as he held his coffee cup. "m/n, we need to talk," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

You looked into his eyes, noticing the worry and fear that had replaced his usual cheerfulness. "What's wrong, Haechan?"

He hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke, "The rumors... they're getting worse. Our management is concerned, and so are our fans. They want to know what's going on between us."

Your heart sank. You had known this moment would come eventually, but that didn't make it any less painful. "What are we going to do?"

Haechan's fingers intertwined with yours beneath the table. "I don't want to lose you, m/n. But I also don't want to ruin our careers."

The weight of his words hung in the air, suffocating the love that had been nurtured in secret. With a heavy heart, you nodded. "I understand, Haechan."

In the days that followed, you and Haechan decided to distance yourselves from each other, at least publicly. It was a decision that tore at both of your hearts, and the pain of separation was almost unbearable.

As the weeks turned into months, the ache of missing Haechan grew, and you found solace in your individual successes. The world saw you as rising stars in your own right, but deep inside, you both felt like something was missing.

One rainy evening, as you rested in your apartment, a text message notification broke your reverie. It was from Haechan: "Can we meet?"

Your heart raced as you typed a quick reply, "Of course. Where?"

Underneath the dim glow of a streetlamp, you and Haechan stood facing each other, raindrops falling around you. The years apart had changed you both, but the love that had never truly faded remained as strong as ever.

"I missed you," Haechan admitted, his voice trembling.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you stepped closer to him, unable to resist any longer. "I missed you too, Haechan."

In that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you standing in the rain, holding each other as tightly as you could. You realized that no matter the challenges or consequences, your love for Haechan was worth the sacrifices.

As the rain continued to fall, you whispered, "We can't hide forever, Haechan."

He nodded, determination in his eyes. "I know."

#nct #nct127 #nct dream #nct x reader #nct 127 x reader #nct dream x reader #nct fanfic #nct 127 fanfic #nct dream fanfic #nct x male reader #nct 127 x male reader #nct dream x male reader #haechan #nct haechan #haechan fanfic #haechan angst #nct angst #haechan x reader #haechan x male reader

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127luvr · 1 year

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Round & Round

Jung Sungchan x Male Reader

In which feelings you never knew you had finally bubble up to the surface on the first day of filming Nct Universe

Warnings: panic attack, angst

The set is buzzing with life. Dozens of conversations bouncing off of each other from across the room where the camera crew set up. You feel your heart race as you stand next to Sungchan—your head barely reaching his shoulder as he stands straight. With his hands behind his back as he bounces back and forth on his heels.

“How do you feel, (Y/n)? They’re finally freeing you from the basement.” The joke catches you off guard, causing an unrecognizable feeling to settle in your stomach. Your eyes widen a little as you catch the look on his face—giddy and excited as if he didn’t catch the damage his comment had made on your demeanor. “We finally get to introduce the rest of you guys to the world—no more hiding. Isn’t that exciting—” He finally looks down at you, catching how pale you’ve turned compared to this morning. “(Y/n)?”

The director claps his hands, holding a stack of papers that were stapled together under his armpit. He’s quite short, eyes covered with brown strands of hair as he introduces his crew to you. It’s mostly out of courtesy, making the rookies feel more comfortable as it was one of their first times filming something like this. It’s still a little unsettling for you. How comfortable Sungchan and Shotaro feel in front of the camera compared to how you feel. Alienated. Washed out against the fluorescent lights that filled the ceiling and the lighting the filming crew brought with them.

“Okay guys just as we practiced. As soon as you hear Sungchan’s line—start walking. The order will be Shohei, Seunghan, Eunseok and lastly, (Y/n). After that you won’t need our guidance, I want it as authentic as possible.” With a bow you’re all behind the door, your hand gripping onto the end of Eunseok’s shirt in a fit of anxiety.

Shohei walks into the room, unafraid and confident. He is the first to announce himself to Sungchan and Shotaro—who look like pros next to each other. His introduction is followed by Seunghan’s—who keeps his face covered for half of the time as a nervous habit. You state your name and age, digging your nails into the palm of your hand—away from the camera.

“Next is a self introductory quiz!”

Without warning, you feel your legs walk out of the room, overwhelmed by all of the cameras that were faced towards the six of you all every moment. You don’t stop walking until you get to the nearest practice room, sinking to the floor as soon as you manage to get the heavy door shut. You try to calm your nerves, teeth chattering as you hug yourself to calm down. You feel disoriented as you lick your dry lips in an attempt to cure your dry mouth. No amount of counting to five could calm you down now.

“(Y/n)?” There’s a shy knock on the door that startles you, Sungchan’s small voice barely carrying itself through the metal door. Your arm feels like dead weight when you try and unravel itself from your shape. It’s useless as you rock and forth, choking up when you try and call out to him. “Hey, I’m going to come in, okay? I need to make sure you’re okay.”

When Sungchan comes in he is immediately next to you, large hands sprawled out on the cold floor as he balances himself on his knees. He is quick to replace your arms with his own, whispering into your ear—his cool breath grounding you to reality.

“It’s okay, (Y/n). I’m here. You’re here.” You push him off of you, feeling stuffy as you breathed his cologne in. In a moment’s notice you’re standing—towering over Sungchan for once as he is trying to figure what changed so suddenly.

“You left me Sungchan.” He finally stands, dusting his hands off on his dress pants. “You debuted in Nct knowing we were supposed to be all together. You and Shotaro abandoned me for three years. It’s not the same anymore—you don’t even try to see me anymore. You don’t have back to back schedules, Sungchan. You’re not as busy as some of the members are. Mark is in every damn group under the sun and he makes time for Haechan—he makes time for things he loves. You don’t even even have a set unit and you leave me with single word messages for weeks. No updates on how you’re doing—what you’re doing—what you’re practicing. I don’t get it.”

Sungchan swallows dryly, frowning deeply as he paces around.

“(Y/n), you don’t know how hard it’s been without you. Especially in the beginning when they didn’t let us reach out to anyone. We weren’t allowed to do anything—god I spent so many nights not being able to sleep. Wanting to go back to you even if it meant delaying my debut even more.” He stops pacing, turning his head towards you in panic. “Would you have wanted that? I’ve spent so long wondering what you would’ve wanted me to do, (Y/n). But you know we have no say in this, it’s so useless—fighting back.” You clench your jaw tight, still shivering as you keep your arms wrapped tightly around yourself.

There are no words exchanged between the two of you for a few minutes. It takes a while for the hostile air in the practice room to dissipate, left with only the sound of the AC coursing through the vents above.

“I’m sorry that I lashed out at you. I shouldn’t have said some of those things, it was uncalled for. You didn’t know I was feeling like that—how would you? That’s not another shot at you by the way—” You let out an embarrassed groan, covering your flushed face with your long sleeves. “I’m really happy that you got to have your debut and all your schedules… I just miss you.”

Sungchan quietly anticipates for the other shoe to drop, light on his feet when he realizes that there was no but to the rest of your apology. He lets out a shaky breath, one he doesn’t know he’s been holding.

“I’m sorry I didn’t reach out to you more. I know you, (Y/n), I know that even a text saying I’m busy would’ve gone a long way. Honestly, that’s all on me.” You punch his shoulder playfully, tired of hearing him blame himself. “I missed you too, by the way.”

#jung sungchan #sungchan #sungchan x male reader #nct #nct u #nct u x male reader #nct x male reader #x male reader #nct universe #angst #<3

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spicyseonghwas · 9 months

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[9:17pm] - huang renjun

pairing :: huang renjun x male reader genres/au's :: angst, hurt-comfort viewer rating :: 13+ content warnings :: crying mentions, cheating mentions, yelling, renjun is very scared and insecure about this :(, hints that reader is a bit taller than renjun network tag @preciousillusions-net word count :: 670 reposted from old acc

you and your boyfriend, huang renjun, had been strong in love for two years now. and in your eyes, it was perfect. he was perfect. there was nothing in the world that was more precious and important to you than renjun and your relationship with him.

but lately, renjun was starting to question that. he was beginning to suspect that his partner had eloped with someone else... one of his best friends.

and renjun had gotten fed up with the weight of not knowing.

so who did he turn to?

jeno.

renjun simply brought it up in conversation while talking to jeno a few days ago, and jeno had said, quite simply,

"oh yeah, he's been hanging out with chenle a lot more often lately."

chenle??

were you cheating on him? with one of his best friends in the world?? he had to confront you about this...

"chenle??" renjun yelled, barging into your and his shared bedroom. "so not only are you cheating on me... but you're doing it with my best friend??"

"wh-renjun, what are you talking about??" you asked, dropping your phone onto the floor as you jumped, renjun had startled you quite badly when he entered the room.

"jeno told me you've been hanging around with chenle a lot lately. and i've noticed it too- how much less you wanna be around me lately, how little you seem to want to do things with me. are you cheating on me??" he repeated, his voice shaking as he shouted.

you swore your ehart stopped. you scrambled mentally for something to say.

"i-renjun, i would never cheat on you." you said carefully.

"yeah? and just why should i believe you?" renjun said dramatically. "why have you been hanging out with him so much more than with me then lately? hm? why don't you want to be around me anymore, m/n? do you hate me? what did i do wrong??"

and those five words broke your heart.

your eyes burned with tears as you heard renjun's voice break, the tears already flowing down his face as he backed into the wall and slid down it, wrapping his arms around his calves and hiding his face in his knees.

"junnie... you know that's not true," you said softly, "i love you. i love spending my time with you, i love spending my time on you, i just..."

you stopped for a moment, walking over and sitting down next to him. you hesitated for a moment, then changed positions a bit and wrapped both of your arms around him, pulling him as close as you could get him and gently pressing his head into your chest.

"i'm just trying to make friends, baby..." you whispered into his hair, "just like you said i should. i'm doing it to make you happy."

renjun didn't reply for a few long moments, simply cuddling as close to you as he could, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. you felt his shoulders shaking as he tried to make himself breathe steadily again, and you knew your shirt would probably have to be washed a couple times after this was over.

"so..." he nearly whispered, "so you still love me, then?"

"yes, baby," you whispered back to him, kissing the top of his head and playing softly with his hair, "i love you. there's no one more precious to me than you, i love you more than i would love my own brother if i had one."

renjun smiled, the all the worry, anger and insecurity finally leaving his body and heart. he smiled, standing up. he grabbed your hand and pulled you up with him, immediately walking face-first into your chest and wrapping you up into another bear hug. he stood there for a while, his face hidden in your chest for a while before he looked up at you and leaned in for a kiss. you obliged happily, doing the same as you wrapped your arms around his sides and pulled him impossibly closer.

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luvkyu · 6 months

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rivals ( lee donghyuck/haechan ) part one

donghyuck x male!reader

maybe donghyuck's school rival isn't as bad as he thought?

content : 2k words, angstish/fluff at the end, high school!au, academic rivals trope, toxic parents ( reader's ), just a little crying ( reader ) but hyuck is a sweetheart about it so it's fine <333

( a/n ) only proofread once :[ part two will be out hopefully soon

part two

"haechan."

"..haechan?"

"lee donghyuck!"

donghyuck snapped out of his trance, turning his head toward his deskmate.

"huh?"

"class is over," jaemin said with a small snicker. he exchanged glances with jeno, who now stood beside his desk while clutching his bag over his shoulder.

"staring daggers at y/n again?" jeno teased.

donghyuck clicked his tongue in disgust as he looked back at y/n.

"he's top of the class again. he's a menace."

"pfft," jaemin scoffed, "he's a menace? he literally just studies and basically never talks. he's the opposite of a menace. he's actually very nice."

donghyuck only gave his friend a side eye in response.

"he's nice?" jeno asked, genuine.

"mhm! he lended me some money for lunch last week. he hasn't talked to me since, or asked me to repay him."

"he's a menace," donghyuck insisted. "next test, i'll get top of the class for sure. and he'll be stuck with second."

"that's what you said last time.." jeno muttered.

"hey!-"

"guys!" renjun's voice suddenly infiltrated their classroom. "you're like, the last ones left in here. c'mon."

"tsk." donghyuck gently flicked jeno's head as he stood up and gathered his books. jaemin laughed again, the three of them finally leaving with renjun.

y/n still sat at his desk while slowly packing up his bag, actually the last student left. a small smile tugged at his lips as he thought about what he'd overheard.

"haechan is very loud for such a gentle looking person," he mumbled, before snickering.

"n/n!"

y/n looked up at the sound of his nickname. mark now stood in the doorway of his classroom, waiting for him.

"can i walk you home?" mark asked happily.

"you always walk me home."

mark smiled and nodded, "i know. but i still like asking."

y/n rolled his eyes. as his neighbor and best friend, mark was always very attentive to y/n. especially since all y/n ever did was sleep, eat, and study. mark always wished he'd be more social - he thought it'd do him some good to stop worrying about his grades so much. but y/n's parents would definitely disagree.

after walking for a while, the pair finally made it to their neighborhood. y/n seemed way too in his head today, and it made mark worry even more.

"are you coming to the dance showcase tonight? jisung and i have been practicing for weeks."

y/n sighed and shook his head.

"can't. i'm tutoring tonight. i'm sorry."

mark frowned at first, but quickly perked up.

"that's okay! i'll get someone to video it for you," he assured. "what about tomorrow? you can hang out since it's saturday right?"

"sure, that's fine. wanna see a movie or something?"

mark nodded eagerly, "love to!! we can go in the evening and you can stay the night at my place if you want."

y/n nodded and gave him a small smile.

"sounds good. good luck with your dance tonight, let me know how it goes."

"mm! see you tomorrow!" mark replied.

donghyuck walked into the local public library, a small prance in his step. he always enjoyed tutoring other students, as odd as that may sound.

he found a small table and began setting out his study materials while waiting for his tutee. the smile that had been resting on his face, however, did not last long. after looking up, he found that y/n was sitting at another table not far from his. he scowled under his breath.

"our teacher got the top students to tutor others, but we were supposed to find different places. tsk." he quickly stood from his chair and trudged over to y/n.

"..." donghyuck waited for y/n to look up from his book, but the male was stubborn. or maybe he just didn't care enough to spare donghyuck a glance.

"if you're going to speak, then speak. if not.." y/n spoke while making a shoo gesture with his hand. donghyuck's brows furrowed.

"why are you here?" he asked, not caring about the rude tone of his voice.

y/n finally looked up from his book. donghyuck was pretty, y/n would give him that, but that was about it.

"i'm tutoring chenle. and what about you? are you stalking me?"

donghyuck felt a surge of panic run through his body. "wha- no?! i'm supposed to be tutoring here. you go somewhere else!"

y/n simply gave the other a blank stare. "sure," he answered sarcastically. "i'll go somewhere else, stand up chenle, and he'll fail our next test. then it'll be your fault. you really wanna be the reason chenle fails? i thought you were better than that, lee donghyuck."

"you-.." donghyuck clenched his jaw.

"y/n..?" chenle's voice broke between the two. he gave a small, awkward bow as donghyuck moved aside.

"chenle! ready to get started?"

chenle nodded while looking nervously at donghyuck. he didn't like seeing him aggravated, nor did he wanna get in the middle of something between him and y/n.

"i can give you guys a minute if-"

"no," donghyuck stopped him, "we're done."

y/n sent donghyuck an insincere smile before watching him go back to his table to continue waiting for his own tutee.

their tutoring sessions lasted about two hours, and the whole time, donghyuck would steal disgusted glances at his rival. he kept wondering how jaemin could say he's actually nice.

"maybe he's not nice to you cause you always give him such a hard time," jaemin had once argued. donghyuck scoffed. no, that couldn't be it. y/n had to be the problem.

donghyuck looked up from the paper he was supposed to be reviewing. y/n had a kind smile on his face as he moved his pencil from question to question, explaining the answers to chenle.

"yeah, he's definitely the problem," he whispered in annoyance.

"huh?"

donghyuck perked up, remembering the pupil beside him.

"mm? oh, nothing! let's go over these."

his student nodded as donghyuck slid the worksheet over to him. donghyuck's eyes naturally drifted to y/n one more time before taking a big breath and beginning to review the paper.

rain.

it just had to be raining when y/n stepped out of the library to start his way home. he sighed and stopped under the last awning of the building.

"fucking great," he muttered.

taking his phone out, he scrolled down to his mother's contact which he had at first planned to call. but then, he thought, his parents were the last people he wanted to see or be driven home by. so with that, he began walking.

usually, walking home was no problem for y/n. it was around a twenty minute walk to his neighborhood from both school and the library, as the two were only a couple blocks away from each other. his walks gave him time to listen to music and enjoy the weather, or just to be on his phone without the prying eyes of his parents.

but today, y/n could already feel the rain starting to soak through his clothes. the water dripped down from his hair and onto his face, making him let out another sigh.

"maybe i'll get sick this weekend and have an excuse not to study," he hoped quietly. his small smile fell after thinking about it for a minute. "if i get sick, they'll blame me for walking in the rain, though."

crossing his arms, he walked faster and lowered his head. while watching his shoes slap the puddles on the ground, his mind kept wandering. he felt incredibly sad. he wished his parents could just be his parents, instead of borderline dictators. education didn't mean anything to him, and yet he tried so hard to be top of his class just to earn some kind of validation from them.

before he knew it, he was crying. not a heavy sob, just quiet tears that blended with the rain while the color of his eyes faded into a tint of red.

suddenly, the rain stopped hitting him. his brows furrowed. the drops were still hitting the ground around him, but he couldn't feel them.

"idiot. you'll get sick if you keep walking in this weather," donghyuck scolded. y/n looked up to see the male holding a black umbrella over themselves. as much as he hated donghyuck, he was freezing, so he took the offer and mumbled a quiet, "thank you."

donghyuck had never been this close to his rival. their shoulders were touching, and he thought he should've hated it, but instead there was a small, exciting spark running up his spine.

"why are you walking?" donghyuck asked. when y/n didn't answer, he leaned over to see the other better under their umbrella. his face dropped with the realization that y/n was crying.

"ah.." he stood back up straight, unsure of what to say now. he hated that he felt bad for someone he was supposed to despise. but y/n was, after all, just another person.

"are you okay?"

y/n scoffed as he wiped his tears. "if i said yes, i'd be lying."

donghyuck nodded and looked around a bit awkwardly. he never thought himself good at comforting people, but he'd definitely try.

"wanna talk about it?"

y/n suddenly stopped walking. he could feel the rain hit him again when donghyuck kept walking, taking the umbrella with him. he turned in surprise before hurrying back to y/n to shield him from the water.

"why are you being nice to me all of a sudden?" y/n asked.

donghyuck met his eyes, quiet. y/n's eyes looked tired and strained from his tears, but beautiful despite this. he almost felt entranced from his gaze.

"i dunno.." donghyuck mumbled, "you're just a person, right? regardless of whether i hate you or not. and i don't mind listening if you wanna talk."

y/n's lips thinned into a line as he thought about it. he looked down at his soaked shoes.

"i don't wanna go home," he muttered out.

donghyuck frowned. something was definitely wrong, but he'd feel wrong if he pried into y/n's home life.

an idea struck him as they arrived at a sheltered bus stop. he pulled y/n's arm and finally lowered the umbrella to sit him down on the dry bench. donghyuck could see that the male was beginning to shiver, his jacket turned to a darker drenched color.

"take that off," he said while tugging at the wet fabric of y/n's sleeve.

"what?"

"take it off. you'll definitely get sick if you keep that on. take mine," donghyuck said while holding his now discarded jacket out to his rival.

y/n's brows furrowed in concern. "but you won't have anything to wear.."

donghyuck shrugged, "i'm dry. and i like the cold. really, please take it."

y/n nodded and slowly took his jacket off. it felt gross to handle such a wet piece of clothing around his body, but the dry and heavy fabric of donghyuck's jacket quickly made up for it. he sat back and snuggled into it with a content smile.

"thank you."

donghyuck nodded and set the other jacket aside. he could tell y/n was trying to keep his smile at bay, but he decided not to pester him about it. what mattered was that he was safe and dry now.

"..why don't you want to go home?" he finally asked. y/n's smile faltered.

"my parents are home."

donghyuck didn't really understand, but he didn't plan on being any more nosy. he looked around and spotted a restaurant behind the bus stop, deciding to focus on that.

"have you eaten?"

y/n looked at him in slight confusion. "what?"

"have you had dinner yet? we can go eat together before you have to go home."

"where?" y/n realized right after he asked that it didn't really matter where. any place would be better than a house with his parents.

"maybe that place?" donghyuck answered.

y/n turned to see the restaurant donghyuck was pointing at. he'd actually been there a few times with mark, so he quickly nodded.

"yes please."

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jaelvr · 8 hours

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Like crazy

Home | NCT 127 masterlist |

Requested : no

Prompts ; 57. “I’m just tired of this. I’m tired of it all.” + 65. “You know I wouldn’t call unless I was in pain.”

Pairing : ex! Mark x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : angst, fluff, suggestive

Word count : 3.3k

Warnings : confused feelings, exes to ???, frat! au, fluff, slightly ooc, mentions/use of weed + alcohol !!

Have a great day !!

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"You know I wouldn't call unless I was in pain." Mark huffed, a gentle and genuine tone to his voice. He knew exactly how to pull on your strings every time. "Alright, alright." you gave in, running a hand through your hair as you sighed down the phone. "I'll be there in five." you murmured, humming as you heard him thanking you before hanging up. You pulled your trainers on and the slightly worn hoodie he'd given you last year on, trying to ignore the weird feeling in your gut. It wasn't anything new with Mark getting into fights. Except this time, it had been with another member of his basketball team, refusing to tell you who or why the fight had happened.

You'd reached his dorm in just under five minutes, and he answered the door almost immediately. "I didn't disturb you, did I?" he asked sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck as he stepped aside to let you in. "'s fine." you lied, biting your tongue as you tried to ignore how attractive he was looking like always after practice. "Where does it hurt?" you murmured, sitting on his sofa once you'd taken your shoes off, ignoring the flashbacks of what happened on the sofa last time you were over. He removed his jersey, showing the slight cut on his arm and the bruises. The light in the living room made his face more clear, a ring around his eye that would soon turn black now more visible. "Mark.." you sighed, your thumb running across his cheek subconsciously, swallowing the lump in your throat when you felt him nuzzle into your hand.

Sure, he could deal with these himself, but there was something in him, a part of him, that craved your gentle touch. It desired you to take care of him, to baby him like you always used to. You didn't miss the mix of lust and longing in his eyes as he watched you carefully tend to him, cleaning his cuts and applying ointment to his bruises. You felt yourself giving in, the butterflies swarming your stomach and the fuzzy feeling consuming you every time your eyes met each others.

And you didn't pull away as he leaned in, connecting your lips once again.

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"..Hey." the voice spoke as you filled your cup back up in the kitchen, away from the group in the living room. You nodded at him, acknowledging his presence. "You really need to stop following me." you spoke, a small smirk on your face as you looked at him. "And why would that be? I can't follow my love wherever they go?" He smirked back, leaning against a kitchen counter next to you and crossing his arms as he stood close to you. "Since when was I yours again?" you shot back teasingly, downing what was in your cup for confidence before facing your ex again. "It's obvious, isn't it? You can deny it all you want, but you are mine, mine, mine." He joked, leaning even closer to you now as he put a hand on your hip, his voice just a low whisper at this point as his grin widened to match yours. "Especially after what happened the other night." he murmured, forehead against yours.

"We agreed not to talk about that." you murmured, wrapping your arms around his neck and toying with the ends of his mullet. "I know, but the memory just seems to keep replaying in my head over and over again." He teased, hand still on your hip as he held you tighter against him and his voice was just as low as before. "I swear, hearing you moan like that will be forever ingrained in my brain." He murmured, tilting your head back just slightly and whispering some more right into your ear. "Mark.." you murmured, a warning in your tone which only encouraged him. "Do you know how tempting it is, to have my love stand right in front of me like this right now?" He murmured, hands moving up your body now and squeezing your hips as his breath hit your neck. "Do you know how much I want to just pin you to this counter and-" he cut off what he was about to say, smirking at you.

"Stop it. We can't." you shook your head, biting your lip to hold your moan in, refusing to give in easily. The pair of you knew exactly what would happen and you refused to let the cycle repeat yet again. "Can't? Or don't want to?" he murmured, his breath still against your neck as his hands squeezed your hips tighter. "I think it's pretty obvious we both want it, baby. So why don't we just go ahead and give in already and have some fun?" He murmured, whispering some more now against your ear and nipping at it with his teeth too. "We…we shouldn't-" you started, a soft whimper escaping your lips and a hand instantly getting tangled into his hair. "Oh, but baby, we should" he murmured, tugging on your hair as his hand moved to caress your side and squeeze your hip even further to get a reaction from you. "It's not like either of us will regret it later on. All we'd probably regret is not doing it sooner." he mumbled, mouth moving to kiss your neck once before returning to whisper another sentence to you. "So why don't I just lift you up and-"

he was going to be the death of you.

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It had happened again. And again and again and again. You were both at another party being held within his frat house, messily making out in the darkened hallway. The pair of you were doing your usual routine, making out every so often when it was just the two of you. Things would always feel awkward afterwards, but both you and Mark knew that there was no point in trying to deny each other's desires. You both wanted it, didn't you? So now here you were, once again, making out deeply in a darkened hallway. Your hands ran through his messy mullet once more, your bodies pressed tightly against one another. You had missed the feeling, honestly. "you wanna ditch this party?" you murmured in between kisses, soft giggles escaping you every now and then. "we could go for a drive or something."

"That's a great idea." He sighed softly, reluctantly pulling away from you now as he looked at you. "I could use a break from all the noise. Let's do it." He smiled at you, slipping his hand around your waist. "We can go somewhere quiet. No one will bother us there." he whispered, caressing your cheek. "lead the way, pretty boy." you breathed out, a flushed look on your face from the messy makeout, gently wiping at the corner of his mouth. "Follow me, baby." he murmured, intertwining your hands and leading you out, not caring if anyone saw as he helped you into his car. Mark sighed contently once he'd begun to drive off, the pair of you finally away from the party. This felt like the closest thing to a normal relationship you'd had for a while, deciding to ignore the doubting thoughts in your head. He kept his promise, driving off somewhere you wouldn't be bothered. Mark smiled again, this time looking at you with love in his eyes as he drove, enjoying the moment and the company of you.

You got out at the familiar spot, walking a bit up the hill from where he'd parked before he set the blanket down and gently tugged you down beside him, able to admire the city's lights and the clear skies with evident stars. "God, I love how quiet and peaceful it is out here." He sighed softly, lying down next to you on the blanket and watching the city lights and the faint stars in the night sky. He smiled at you for a moment before rolling on his back and laying there, his head still turned to look at you. "I could stay here with you for hours…" he murmured, turning his head some more to catch your eyes again. You smiled at him, nuzzling into him a bit more. The tensions were high, the burning chemistry resurrecting and too much for you both to ignore any longer.

He could tell that you felt it too, the way your body pressed against him and nuzzled you even closer into him. It was clear that neither of you could resist the urge any longer. He turned and brought you into a passionate kiss, his hands tangling in your hair and lips moving against yours. His breath was hot and ragged as he kissed you, making it clear what he wanted right now. "Give me another chance." he whispered, cupping your face delicately. "Mark, we-" you started, being cut off by his finger pressing against your lips to shush you. "Just shut up and listen to me, okay?" he murmured, his voice more dominant than usual. "I know we tried this whole just being friends thing, but that was stupid. We both know it. So why don't we just admit our feelings towards each other and move on from there? Give me another chance. You know you want to. I think we could last forever."

"I'm afraid that everything will disappear. I’m just tired of this. I’m tired of it all." you whispered, leaning into his hand and gazing at the ground. "I just want us to work." you admitted, cheeks pink as you vulnerably spoke. "So do I." he sighed softly, a soft look on his face as it looked like he was trying to not let his own worries show on his expression. "I know we've had ups and downs, but do you remember how good things felt earlier on when it was just you and me and no one else?" he murmured, shifting so he was sitting right beside you. "Let's go back to that, only this time, let's fix and deal with whatever comes our way together and never let anyone else come between us. Just trust me." You met his eyes, once again falling for the loving gaze. Maybe he was right this time. "..okay." you hummed, going with your heart. "Really?" He murmured, surprise on his face as his eyes lit up in hope. "You mean it?" he asked, cupping your cheeks and leaning forward to kiss your forehead. "Just promise me you'll always be by my side then. I don't want to lose you again, and I don't ever want to go through that breakup again. Please. Let's just make this work."

You took in his words, swallowing the lump of doubt in your throat and kissing his cheek. "I promise." you whispered, nodding. "Thank you." He smiled softly, gently wiping at your cheeks with his thumbs as he kissed your forehead one more time. "I won't let things end again." He smiled again, moving so he was lying down on the blanket again right beside you and wrapping an arm around you as he pulled you closer to him. "So let's just enjoy our night together and forget about everything else, okay? Just…just for a while, let's forget about all the drama and enjoy each other's company. Sounds good?" you nodded, sitting in his lap and cuddling up to him. You didn't say a word, simply enjoying the moment. He smiled at you for a few moments more, enjoying the closeness of having you in his arms as he held you close and breathed slowly, not saying any words either. The two of you just enjoyed the quietness of the night, the quietness of nature and the silence of being alone together, away from all the noise and drama of life and the outside world. It was just the two of you. And he was content.

Please be right this time.

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You had sat intertwined on your sofa, lazily passing a blunt around the living room with the others in your friend group you'd invited over. You were cuddled up to Mark, your arms wrapped around his side and his hoodie strings dangling in your hand as you toyed with the strings nonchalantly. Mark had one of his arms around you and was casually chatting with the others as well, the two of you just enjoying the rest of your evening and the weed together. you placed gentle kisses against his neck, nuzzling into his shoulder with a soft sigh. The others were still chatting away, laughing and cracking jokes at one another, unaware that the two of you had fallen into a cute little intimacy. You had been nuzzling into Mark's neck and planting gentle kisses against him, also letting out soft little sighs as you relaxed into the moment. Mark was grinning slightly at the touch of your lips on his neck, letting out a low moan and holding you tighter against him.

"my room?" you muttered, hand resting on his thigh as you looked innocently up at him. He smirked and took another pull of the joint, exhaling slowly before looking at you and nodding. "Let's go." He murmured, gently pushing himself away from the other members and starting to get up from the couch. He took your hand into his and pulled you with him, leading you upstairs. "Keep quiet, alright? We don't want to let them know." He murmured as he opened the door to your room and pulled you inside with him, closing the door softly behind you. His hands were all over you as soon as you entered the room, pinning you against the door and pulling you into a messy makeout. His lips were on yours, hands moving up and down the sides of your hips as he moved his hands over your body slowly. You could feel his breath against your neck, his grip tight but gentle at the same time. It felt so intense yet so passionate, and you couldn't help but get lost in the moment.

"Mark.." you moaned quietly, enjoying the feeling of his hands travelling along your body. the sight of you in one of his shirts which came to your knees had driven him insane all afternoon, especially becoming more desperate with the weed in his system. "Hnnghh…baby. Don't talk just yet." He murmured, still holding you against the door, his hands roaming over your hips as he squeezed your thighs and pulled his own body closer to you. The feel of your body pressed up against him like this was driving him insane, and the feeling got more and more desperate once you had started to moan too. "Don't say anything, it's driving me crazy just thinking about it.." He murmured, his mouth hovering slightly above yours, his breath hot on your skin. "need you Markie.." you whimpered as your hands tangled into his hair, earning a groan from him for the nickname that you knew drove him crazy.

"God damn it…" he murmured softly, a hand moving up to wrap around your back and holding you even closer as his lips pressed against yours, his fingers moving through your hair and massaging your scalp as his other hand squeezed your thighs again. "You know exactly what you're doing to me…" he groaned, his voice hoarse and his breath hot as he let a hand move up to the back of your head and start stroking your hair, slowly moving lower and lower. "what do you mean, Markie?" you continued, batting your eyelashes at him innocently, winding him up more. "Don't play innocent with me." He murmured, taking a deep breath in before letting out a groan as he felt you bat your eyelashes and grin back at him innocently. If you kept up like this, he'd lose all reason soon and give in fully to you. "You know exactly the grip you have on me, baby. Please stop playing innocent because I'm close to losing my patience here." He murmured softly, eyes still on you as a mischievous grin made its way onto his face.

"but Markie.." you whispered, leaving a hickey on his neck as your hands travelled along his chest, knowing you'd push him over the edge. "Mm..mmnghh…" He groaned softly, feeling the hickey on his neck and letting out a low moan as his eyes rolled back slightly. "Fuck…god, stop…" He murmured, his voice sounding both frustrated and desperate at the same time. His hands moved down to you now as well, running along your thighs then to your own hips, his fingers slowly caressing before moving back up, towards the back of your neck. "You gonna be good for me, baby?" he murmured, taking control as he wasted no time in removing your shirt. "I'll be so good for you, Markie. so, so good." you whimpered, moaning softly before he gently covered your mouth with his hand. "You gotta be quiet baby. Mmhh…" He groaned, feeling the hickey on his neck before feeling your hands travel along his chest too now. After feeling you moan before, his hand covered your mouth again to keep you quiet. "That's it…such a good little doll." He murmured softly, moving his hand away from your mouth and letting out another low moan as he felt your hands on him too now.

This was going to be a long night.

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You opened your eyes slowly, groaning once more as the light from the outside blinded you and made you wince. You felt stiff and aching all over, thanks to all the activities you had last night. You stayed in bed for a moment longer, taking a deep breath and stretching your limbs, letting out a soft grunt of pain as you did so. The house was quiet, strangely quiet. You could hear your own breathing, but nothing else besides that. No voices, no footsteps or other movement. It was almost too quiet for it to be natural. You rubbed your eyes for a bit longer and moved to sit up, letting out a soft groan of pain as you stood up. You tried to brush your sleepiness off as well, stretching more to test out your muscles as you did. You looked over to the side of the bed, expecting to see Mark lying there and still asleep. But to your surprise, the bed was empty, the space beside where you two had slept last night now void. You rubbed your tired eyes again and looked around the room slowly. It was still quiet, a weirdly quiet morning as you wondered where he might have gone.

You froze as you realized Mark was nowhere to be found, and suddenly it was like a sinking feeling washed over you. A lump formed in your throat and your heart raced, anxiety filling you as you realized something was wrong. You started to think about why he might not be here and started to get paranoid about it, the quietness of it all not helping. You got up slowly, pulling on the shirt of his you had worn yesterday, feeling the pain in your thighs as you did so. The bathroom was empty, the kitchen empty, the living room empty. The entire home was empty, a quiet hush all around. As you came down the stairs, the eerie silence hit you once more, a chill running through you from how quiet it all was. His stuff was gone, gone as if he had never been here in the first place. The house was empty now, just like it had been before he had arrived. The empty house and its eerie silence reminded you of how he always played this same cycle with you. He would call you when he was bored, and you'd come running, falling right back into his lies and deceits whenever he was bored. Then, he'd disappear without a trace until the next time he felt lonely and bored again, starting the whole cycle all over again.

Alone again.

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ilichillz · 27 days

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Professor! Taeil x gn! Uni student! Reader » headcanons !

Warnings under the cut !

warnings; professor x student themes, suggestive thoughts, mentions of a bj, dilf taeil i’m ngl, age gap (reader is of age dw & taeil is late 30s), taeils kind of a dick ngl, gaslighting, the end is kinda cute but rushed its lowkey bad but ykw fuck it

Author note; on my taeil shit 😍 first post so not anything insane, just finally letting my taeil dilf agenda finally roam free, yk how it is. Tbh this isn’t the best cuz im writing this at 3am but fuck it we ball

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Professor! Taeil who finds a note you passed to your friend during class that says, ‘Prof. Moon is such a dilf, i’d be on my knees for him any day.’ Of course, he couldn’t resist taking advantage of this…

Professor! Taeil who writes dirty flirty notes on your papers before returning them. “Interesting thesis, though I would’ve preferred to read it with you sitting on my lap ;)”

Professor! Taeil who pretends he doesn’t see your tomato-red face as you read them & quickly stuff the papers in your backpack before anyone can see. He could look at your flustered expression forever…

Professor! Taeil who brushes off your questions as to why he’s doing these things and gaslights you. “That’s quite an imagination you have there. I’m your teacher, remember? It would be very concerning if I was flirting with my students, wouldn’t it?”

Professor! Taeil who side-eyes the boy you seem to take a sudden interest in, watching as you squeeze his arm and whisper in his ear. He was just having fun so why is he so jealous?

Professor! Taeil who asks you to stay back after class to discuss your lacking attention span and makes you watch him grade papers. The only way he could get you to himself…

Professor! Taeil who feels bad for making you stay back and offers to buy you dinner. Just an innocent dinner, that’s all it is…

Professor! Taeil who offers you his coat when you appear cold, and lets you keep it for the evening as it was chilly outside. You looked cute in his clothes…

Professor! Taeil who is taken aback when you lace your fingers with his as soon as you exit the school grounds. Maybe flirting with ONE student isn’t that concerning…

#nct #nct u #nct 127 #taeil #moon taeil #nct taeil #taeil x reader #taeil x gn reader #taeil x male reader #fluff #angst #suggestive #idek what this is

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suhxin · 1 year

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Career

Genre: Angst 💫

Pairing: Chenle x male!reader

A/N: I wrote this while listening to Olivia Rodrigo lol. And also, English isn't my native language, just saying.

Started 03.12.2022 Finished 04.12.2022

Edited 06.01.2023

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„Are you being serious right now?“ You were looking up at Chenle from where you were sitting on the living room sofa, but Chenle didn't even dare to make eye contact with you. „You always said we would overcome everything together and now... now you want to break up because of the dating scandal Dispatch released about us?“. „(y/n) listen... It's not that, I just realised I am not into-“ „Don't even try that lame excuse on me!“ You shouted with teary eyes. „You love me... But not more than your stupid career.“ You stood up and were now standing right in front of Chenle. „You care way more about what people would think about you if they knew you were gay, instead of our relationship.“ Chenle looked down to the floor chewing on his bottom lip. The sudden sobs he heard made him look up again to see your tear-stained face. A pained expression was on his face now. „(y/n) you have to understand that-“ „No I won't! You want to know what the sad part is?“ You took a deep breath in between sobs before you continued to talk. „I knew that you would be like this, but I was so goddamn in love with you that I didn't fucking care“. Taking another deep breath you continued talking „I thought that there was no way of someone finding out about us and that I don't have anything to worry about, and now I have to live with the consequences.“ Chenle tried to grab your hand but you slapped it away. „Don't even try touching me now! You know what? If a breakup is what you want, you get it. Continue your lovey-dovey fanservice towards your fangirls, and make them fantasise about their cute little straight couple love shit with you. But at the end of the day, those people don't have a chance with you, because guess what? They're your fans, nothing more. They will never know you like I do. They will never be able to love you like I did.“ That's the last thing you said before storming out of the living room. Quiet sobs left Chenle as he started regretting the decision he made.

#nct x male reader #chenle x male reader #kpop male reader #nct angst #nct x m!reader #chenle x m!reader

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lcvejaem · 1 year

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𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 [n.yt]

wc <1.1k, genre: slight fluff angst pairing: n.yt x reader,l.ty x reader warnings; not proof read

𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚.

High school would be the most enjoyable time of your life. It was the time when you've met your closest friends, when you've first realized

your talent and when you've first met your first love. It was like a rollercoaster ride, it was full of ups and downs, it's confusing yet it was still made you who you are at the present.Your first ever love was Lee Taeyong, the schools resident “bad boy”. Even though you wanted to deny it, Taeyong turned out to like you too, and the day he admitted it was probably one of the happiest days of your life. Your friends argued that the feelings you had for Taeyong weren't more than an infatuation, but you knew they weren't. The only person who could tell if it was true love or not would be you, and in your case, it was.

How?

It was simply because you have never loved another person more than you did Taeyong. He was distinct from everyone and everything. Your heart was torn to a million pieces the day he told you that your relationship wouldn't work, and it hasn't fully healed since then. You two were together for six years. Immediately following your graduation, he broke up with you. Everyone was shocked to learn the news because they all believed you two would live to see the end, but it turns out that everyone was mistaken, including you. It was very difficult to move on, especially when you truly love someone. Time doesn't just make the wound go away; you constantly search for him and long for his presence. You haven't heard anything about him since the breakup. He severed all ties with you, and you were devastated when you had thoughts of him moving on quickly. He is still there and always will be. When you first saw Taeyong, you came to the conclusion that the world must be playing tricks on you.When you went to your university to apply, that was the time. It turned out that he applied to the same school as you. Although seeing him was extremely uncomfortable and painful, you were quite relieved to notice the bags under his eyes. The same as you, he was in pain. After your breakup, that was the first and last time you saw him. You wonder why he chose a different university and worry about him.

Eventually, you've gotten a little better. Unlike before, thoughts about Taeyong only come across your mind once a day and you've even dated one guy from your department, the Japanese guy, Nakamoto Yuta.

"Do you know why koalas are considered bears?" Yuta asked you,causing you to lift your head up to look at him.

"Why?" You asked back, your brows furrowed together as you wondered what he was telling about.

"Because they don't have koalifications." He said and then bursting out into loud laughter. You've stared at him with blank expression, couldn't get the fact that he just stated an unfunny joke right inside the cafeteria where students are enjoying their food.

"You're weird." You said, chuckling at him. Yuta's laughter died down.He grinned at you and leaned forward, close enough for your noses to touch.

"But you love me." He smiled, causing your heart to go frenzy.

"Ah where's the lie in that?" You pushed his face away but he leaned back close to yours again.

He then murmured. "I love you." You were dumbfounded at his sudden words, making you blush really hard as you moved your head back, away from him. The sudden attack was unbearable, Yuta's too adorable.

"Idiot." You mumbled under your breath, which made Yuta to chuckle. He reached for your hand and gently rubbed his thumb against yours.

"At least this idiot loves you." He said, sincerity evident in his voice.

"Aww, my Yuta must've casted a spell on me," You cooed. "Because I'm so into you."

He winced at your corny line, which led to the two of you eventually laughing at your own foolishness. It was just one of your quieter moments together, and you had no idea that, deep down, you had always wanted to spend more time with Yuta because you were still holding out for Taeyong. Yuta and you both graduated and found respectable jobs as time went on. Despite his busy schedule, Yuta never missed an opportunity to make time for you. He was already sweet, but as time passes, he becomes even more romantic, making it impossible for your heart to stay still when he's around. You experienced a magical state of being in love, just like a young child.

"What do you want to eat?" Yuta asked while the two of you roamed around the mall. It was saturday and he insisted on bringing you out to have some walk, probably one of his excuses to bring you out on a date.

"Anything." As you surveyed the shops, you replied. You just kept looking around as Yuta went silent as he considered what to eat. You noticed two adorable stuffed animals and made a mental note to get one for both you and your boyfriend. Your eyes landed on someone just as you were about to turn back to Yuta, causing your whole body to tense and drawing Yuta's attention. Taeyong was standing close to you and appeared more attractive than before. Your heart began to beat twice as your eyes locked with his. Your breath was caught in your throat.

" Ash?" Yuta called out and followed your gaze. "You know him?"

Without you noticing, you grabbed Yuta's hand, gripping on his tightly as you slowly felt yourself calming down. The corners of your lips slowly curled upwards when you looked at Yuta.

Yuta's eyes widened in surprise when he looked at Taeyong. "Oh you weren't lying when you said you've dated a hot guy before." He chuckled nervously.

"Why are you nervous?" You asked, intertwining your fingers with his.

"You are mistaken if you believe that I still feel anything for him. I already have a spell cast on me by My Yuta, and he has my heart safely locked away." You then came to the conclusion that Taeyong was not your true love. What you felt for him was genuine, but what Yuta made you feel was on a completely different level than what Taeyong had previously done. Nothing else but Yuta's arms around you could make you feel as safe and protected as Yuta's love did. You truly loved him, Nakamto yuta, he will always be your dream boy.

#yuta x reader #nakamoto yuta #nct 127 angst #nct 127 fluff #nct yuta x reader #nct taeyong x reader #yuta fluff #taeyong angst #taeyong x male reader #taeyong x y/n #nct yuta x y/n #nct yuta x male reader

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