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brokenmelodies07 · 1 year

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Sundays With A Twist

Summary - Mark Lee is just another college student who wishes that his Sunday goes according to plan, but what happens when he disappears in a cloud of blood red smoke?

Genre - Mythology

Warning - None, except bad jokes

Normal Sundays do not end up with you being in the midst of demons and wild creatures, but hey you're Mark Lee, normal is just not your cup of tea.

Sundays were Mark's favorite. Sundays were everything he was not - calm, collected, peaceful, stress-free. As usual he woke up at 4am, did his morning routine, almost slipped on Haechan's discarded clothes and left home to be done with his new song before the weekend gets over.

Humming his new song, Mark strolled the streets, on his way to the studio. He expected to do a lot of things today:

1. Finish the new song

2. Buy a new notebook (after Haechan spilt coffee on the last one)

3. Pick up his guitar from the shop (which Haechan should have payed for)

4. Submit his assignments

5. Actually get eight hours of sleep (probably not possible because someone keeps shouting and smashing keyboards at 3 in the morning!!!!!)

Wow, Haechan was a menace, but unfortunately there’s nobody else other than his childhood best friend to split the bills with. If there was something not included in his schedule, it was to be whisked away in smoke by a couple of teenagers.

In the middle of the streets of New York, Mark started turning into smoke. Not just regular, white, dustless smoke, but a blood red one.

He shouted, cried and screamed for help, but the pedestrians just walked through him, like he wasn't there.

Mark evaporated into the air and traveled as nothing more than just atoms and molecules into the depths of the earth. It was all too much for him. Like seriously? Does sleep deprivation really make you hallucinate this much? No, right? But, who knows? Maybe he should Google it.

After about what felt like a milli-second, Mark became human again, in the middle of a red, endless dessert.

Looking around, Mark slapped his face once, twice, thrice. Yet, he didn't wake up.

"Dude, why am I not waking up?" Mark questioned, slapping his face a couple more times.

"That's gonna bruise after some time," said a voice he didn't recognise.

Mark looked around, searching for the owner of that meek voice.

"You'll need to apply some ointment on that," said a short boy with impish features who emerged from the shadows.

"Hi, I'm Renjun, sorry for summoning you"

"Yeah, sorry for summoning you, we didn't know what else to do" said a taller boy with flaming orange hair and a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, what the heck?"Mark questioned

"Where am I? Why am I here? Who are you? What do you mean summoned? And what is that foul smell?"

"Could you go slower, we're not fluent in human language, yet" said a tall, muscular guy with spotless white hair.

"Yeah, what he said" voiced two new boys, one who was tall, lean and had pink hair and a boyish charm and the other, who was shyer, taller and looked like he hadn't eaten for days.

"Excuse me, can you wake me up? I've got a lot to do and I'm not wasting my time hallucinating. Hellooo, God?" Mark called out, looking up, thinking that God was up there somewhere saying "This is what you get when you don't sleep"

"Is this a good time to tell you that God kind of went on vacation, he won't be back till the spring fest."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA,VERY FUNNY!!" Mark laughed, "Now , if we could speed it up a bit, I would like to wake back up"

"I don't think he understands us,"said the shy one.

"You’re Mark, right?" asked the orange haired boy

"If you're going with my English name, then yeah..."

“Great, you just need to help us with this programming and then you'll be sent back“

"You're kidding, right? 'Cause computers and I don't go anywhere near each other, I don't even know how to shop online, bro!" Mark exclaimed.

"You are Mark from facebook, right"

"Excuse me? No, how would I be Mark Zuckerberg? I'm not even American, dude!"

"Huh?" they all collectively said together.

"Just a minute please" they said and disappeared into thin air.

What was with the obsession with disappearing into the air lately?

"Sooooo" they said, reappearing.

"So?" started Mark.

"We may or may not have accidentally mistaken you for someone else and we can't send you back."

"Sorry for the trouble, but hey we can be friends," said the shortest one.

"Yeah, I'm Chenle, son of Hermes," introduced the boy with green hair.

"Hi! Jaemin, son of Aphrodite. Welcome to the club, dude!" Said the pink-haired boy excitedly.

"Nice to meet you, I’m Jisung, son of Hermes," the shy one mumbled.

"I'm Renjun, son of Athena, Goddess of wisdom and warfare, and that's Jeno, son of Ares, God of War," said the shortest one.

"Well, I'm Mark Lee, a college student who survives on a lot of caffeine and watermelons. Nice to formally meet you, I guess?" Questioned Mark with raised eyebrows.

"So, is there any way you can teach us about programming?" asked Jeno, who Mark assumed must be their brawns.

"Yeah, if you have fulfilled the purpose we called you here for, then you're free to go, that's how the magic works" explained Renjun, who obviously was the brains.

"Well, I might know someone who's currently studying programming in college"

"Really? If he can help us out, then you both would probably be free to go"

"Let's summon him now, what's his name?"

"Lee Haechan," smirked Mark, knowing that this would be enough for all the times Haechan stabbed him in the back and annoyed the living daylights out of him.

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injoontz · 3 months

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𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ━ 𝐥.𝐣𝐧

pairing. lee jeno x fem!oc starring. lee jeno, kwon nari (oc) featuring. na jaemin, oh yein (oc) genre. college au warnings. drinking, smoking word count. 1.3k

synopsis. in which lee jeno tries to win over her heart again ↳ jeno!college x fem!oc

It wasn’t like Nari wasn’t used to parties. She frequented them often actually. It wasn't hard to find them in Seoul if you knew the right people.

She spent most of her time during the day studying and most of her nights either sleeping or partying. She enjoyed the bustling environment and getting to watch people interact at parties. She also liked that there was free alcohol.

“Hey,” Yein scooted in next to Nari on the couch, her cheeks flushed with an Asian glow. “Are you going to drink at all tonight?”

Nari gave Yein a long look, deciphering how much her friend had to drink and how much more it would take for her to be wasted. Nari took the drink out of Yein’s hand and gave her friend a gentle smile.

“No, I’ll make sure you get home safely,” Nari replied, “No more drinks for you by the way. Sober up for a little and come back to me in an hour,”

Yein pouted, “Unnie,” she leaned her head on Nari’s shoulder and Nari switched the hand she held Yein’s drink in. “Please, Nari, I promise I’ll be safe,” while whining and pouting, Yein leaned closer to Nari, pushing her body against hers and reaching for the cup. Nari, however, just smiled at the younger girl and stretched out her arm, out of reach from Yein.

“You can have some later,” Nari said, “Drink some water for now,”

Yein sighed and stood up from the couch to leave Nari, but stopped when Nari called out to her.

“Hey, Yein, don’t even think about heading back to the bartender,” Nari shouted after her. Yein grumbled something under her breath, but Nari knew that even drunk she knew better than to ignore her words.

Nari glanced down at Yein’s cup before getting up from the couch to throw it away. Weaving in and out of people, Nari found a comfortable spot to lean against on the wall. Crossing her arms, Nari watched as people chatted idly amongst themselves, some people were making out in a corner and others were playing games in different rooms.

“I’m surprised to see you here,” a voice said.

Nari looked over and saw Jaemin settling in next to her against the wall.

“Why’s that?” Nari asked.

“You don’t usually come on Sundays,” Jaemin replied.

Nari hummed gently to herself before flashing him a smile. Jaemin's heart leapt to his throat.

“If you smile at me like that I might fall in love with you,” Jaemin said.

Nari’s smile turned into a smirk, “Oh? I’m flattered, but you’ll have to find another pick-up line if you’re really that interested,”

Jaemin smirked back at her, “Since when were you this openly confident, Kwon?”

Nari shrugged, “I’m just enjoying myself tonight. I’m on babysitting duty, so no drinks for me,” but she pulled out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes as she said that.

Nari smirked before pointing outside. “Care to join me?” she started moving toward the backyard without hearing Jaemin’s reply though.

Nevertheless, Nari knew that Jaemin would follow her. She would entertain his curiosity until he got bored of her and left to go find someone else to talk to. That’s usually how her encounters with him went.

Once outside, Nari leaned against the wall of the house and lit the cigarette. She took a deep inhale before letting out a gentle puff of smoke into Jaemin’s face. He coughed as he inhaled it but otherwise was completely mesmerized by the younger girl in front of him.

“No drinking, but smoking is okay?” Jaemin mocked.

“How else do you think I’m here?” Nari replied, “You’ve never seen me completely sober at one of these events,”

“You wouldn’t last two seconds,” Jaemin agreed.

Lifting the cigarette to her lips, Nari took a long inhale before letting it all out into the air in front of her.

“Those smell horrible,” Jaemin cringed.

“But they feel great,” Nari replied.

“Do they though?”

“Eh, just enough to take the edge off,” Nari said.

“You should try something that smells better,” Jaemin offered.

“Like what?”

“A vape,”

“I’ll pass for now,” Nari said and took another drag of her cigarette.

“Smoking is bad for your lungs,” Jaemin said as he pulled out a vape and handed it to her. Nari glanced at it before pocketing it. Jaemin scoffed but said nothing.

“Technically, they’re both bad,” Nari replied.

“Whatever, suit yourself,” Jaemin shrugged, “But a girl like you shouldn’t smell like that shit. It’s unattractive,”

“Perfect male repellent,” Nari hummed gently.

Jaemin chuckled before turning away from Nari and heading back inside. Nari’s shoulders finally relaxed as she took in the much quieter atmosphere outside of the house. People were much calmer outside, obviously having stepped out into the cold night to try and sober up a bit before heading back into the party.

Somewhere inside the house, Jeno was making his way through the crowd. Though he wasn’t short, the mass of bodies all around him still made it difficult to move and see around.

Catching a glimpse of pastel pink hair, Jeno pushed his way toward his cousin and grabbed her shoulder tightly. Yein turned around and her face broke into a giant smile when she saw Jeno.

“Jeno!” she exclaimed.

Jeno gave her a long look, “How much have you had to drink?”

“Don’t worry! Nari told me to stop for a bit!” Yein replied, a giant stupid grin plastered to her face.

Jeno smiled a bit and nodded before a thought crossed his mind. He hasn’t seen Nari at all that entire night, only glimpses here and there of the taller girl.

“Where is she by the way?” Jeno asked.

“Hmm?” Yein gave him a confused look, “She was over by the couch earlier, but I saw her leave with Jaemin just a few minutes ago,”

Subconsciously, Jeno’s mouth pressed into a thin line. He gave his cousin a gentle pat on the shoulder before saying he was going to go find Nari. Yein merely nodded and waved him off so that she could continue dancing with her friend.

As Jeno made his way toward the couch, he saw Jaemin entering the house from outside. Jaemin caught Jeno’s gaze and pointed outside to the backyard. Understanding what he was saying, Jeno his way to the door and stepped outside.

Jeno could smell the smoke before he even stepped outside. With a disappointed frown on his lips, Jeno leaned against the wall next to Nari, who sat with her back against the wall.

“You know I hate it when you do that,” Jeno said.

Nari’s mouth turned up into a smirk, but her eyes were glued to a couple conversing with their friends. The guy had his arm draped across his girlfriend’s shoulder and she leaned against him with a bubbly smile on her face.

“Aww, is poor Nono worried?” Nari’s voice dripped with a fake sweetness that Jeno found addicting. Even after all this time, she always managed to find a way to make his stomach flips.

“Never mind,” Jeno rolled his eyes and moved off the wall to leave. He stopped when he felt his hand being held back. Turning around, he saw Nari’s hand wrapped around his wrist, her eyes never leaving the couple.

“Sorry,” she apologized, her sarcasm was replaced with a genuineness that was so sincere that Jeno knew she couldn’t have been faking it.

“Can you stay?” Nari asked.

Jeno sighed but there was a hint of a smile on his face. He sat down next to her and Nari immediately put out her cigarette, stabbing the tip of it into the cement to put out the embers.

“Why do you put up with me?” she asked Jeno.

“Because I like you,” Jeno replied easily.

“You love too easily,” her reply was immediate. “You could do better,”

“I don't want to do better. I want you,”

©𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐳, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

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jaemmingjaem · 1 year

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Hi! This is my first post lol but i need a beta reader! Anyone would know how to get one? or be interested?

im about done but want advice and to correct grammar mistakes

#nct #fanfic #nctdream #nctfic #betareader #archive of our own #jaemin #looking for beta readers

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haechzns · 4 months

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plz give mahae aus 😭

#markhyuckau #markhyuck #nctfic #nct

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demwhore · 4 years

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♡ gold scapel | sugar daddy!au | a, f , s | 22k — read here

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↳ second synopsis: it was just an ordinary day at the continental. serving drinks, there were served luxury galore. but everything seems to change when you found yourself eye to eye with an unknown man that holds a smoldering gaze. little did you know, he was being paid to kill you off.

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jaehyunnie77 · 3 years

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dear dream | past to present

pairing: your ult x fem!reader

genre: angst | best friends to lovers!au

word count: 534 words

a/n: hi! this is my very first time posting or sharing. I figured I write a fic based on all of NCT song titles and here is what we got. This is short so I apologize in advance if this isn’t any good. There will be a part 2 to this and much longer. For now, here is interlude: past to present. I hope you enjoy (:

*any word italicize are the song titles.

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From the end to start of time, I just wanted you to let me love u. I wanted you to say it face to face that you love me now. I needed to hear you say this was not another daydream of mine, that this was reality, that dreams come true if you make a wish upon a star. I look up to you and touch your hand, oh what a good thing you cannot see my blush. Time stood still as I reach up to touch your lips, but the sensation never comes.

Once again, I wake up from dreaming about you. Everything is always all about you. I cannot listen to a love song because it makes me turn into a mad dog at the end of the day. It feels like a fire truck ran over my heart and you just kick it into the dirt. You are making this hard for me, because of you I cannot quiet down the riot that is in my heart.

You somehow find a way to trigger the fever in me and make me experience the “bad alive” effect. There is a loud boom in my heart and I know I need to tell you sooner rather than later.

So here, I am ridin’ in my van to meet you at our favorite spot next to the City 127 café. I spot you and my heart rate no longer has a regular pace. As I step forward, I see her with you on the swings as she says loudly “baby don’t stop,” while you push her forward. I know your baby don’t like it when I come around, but you are my only best friend in the world. As if the universe was telling me something, I take one last look at you and don’t say goodbye.

I want you to stay in my life, but I also know I need to let you go. Goodbyes are not always easy, but I know in due time I don’t need your love to feel like a misfit in a mad city. I am only human after all. I guess this is how it feels like to be your own heartbreaker.

In another world, you would have been mine. If I could turn back time to that moment we played, Simon says at the Welcome to My Playground Arcade, I would have told you I la la love you. I used to be the one who would make your day as we sit down and drink a juice from the Nectar Jungle, while playing paper plane.

I know if you asked me, I would still come back running 2 u. I also know I would look like a fool, while you knock on some random strangers’ house after midnight looking for a one-night fun. I keep telling myself we young and you will realize I am all you need, but I can no longer let this dream run longer than it intended to be.

You will always be my first and last love. So as I close my eyes and count 1, 2, 3, you will be faded in my last song.

Until we meet again ...

Goodbye my first.

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neocity-sarai · 4 years

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Fight for You

❂ concept: cyberpunk/futuristic au!

❂ pairing: mark lee x reader

❂ alerts: angst, fluff, mentions of blood, violence, death

3 years and 2 months that you’ve lived alone. 3 years and 2 months that you’ve survived without the help of your parents or any friends. Sometime ago, the world felt like it was truly ending. Disease and famine plagued the earth, it seemed as all hope was lost. Megacities were ruined from an onslaught of tsunamis, wildfires, and hurricanes. Your parents shielded you with the comfort of your small apartment, the warmth of their embraces to ease the anxiety. Yet, it wasn’t enough. You remember how your 15 year-old-self watched your mother slowly wither away, the disease could have infected her from anywhere: the grocery store, work, or from your own family. It felt unfair, the way people had to die when they had no choice to make money for the roof over their heads or to put food on the table. Your father held you close, his sobs shaking his entire body at the sight of your mother’s dying heart. Your whole world fell as silent as your mother’s heartline when your father whispered in your ear. He told you he was sorry, how he wished that he could tell you everything was going to be alright. He told you, “I don’t have much time left either.”

You could barely blink. You froze in place, your hands shaking at an uncontrollable rate. You eyed him incredulously, “What are you talking about?”

That night, you came home alone. You knew that the disease made adults more vulnerable yet you couldn’t believe that you had lost both of your parents in one day. All you could do was sit in your living room and cry until you couldn’t breathe. You screamed until your lungs heart, the weight of grief crushing your chest- it suffocated you. All that swirled in your head was memories of your mother cooking dinner while your father chased you around the dining table or the way you’d go to the city to explore, laughing in your family’s van as you drove. It was all too much. What were you going to do? Who would you call for help? Your family didn’t have many relatives in the area after your father decided to take a PR job in New York City. You felt all alone, the gloomy, steely skies looked especially lonely outside of your window. You couldn’t even see the sun.

You fell asleep on your living room couch, your muscles sore from the unmoving position of your legs and arms. Deciding to switch on the TV, you were sure that the government would send a social worker to come fetch you- that’s what they always said on the news. Surprisingly, headlines read, “New vaccine formulated by pharmaceutical team at New York Institute of Medicine.” Despite the fact being good news, you felt numb. It didn’t matter because you had lost your family. It was too late. Over the next two years, the government issued a world-wide administration of the vaccine, the diseases had almost disappeared entirely. People were able to go back to work, walk their dogs, and dine out with their friends. The UN had stated each nation would work together to rebuild the damage of what was lost, whole cities were torn down to restart again. Technology advanced just as quickly: the old, ruined world becoming a man-made virtual paradise. Engineers and infrastructure developers reached new heights by building jets that flew at 1,840 miles per hour to skyscrapers that seemed to pierce through heaven. Somehow, by mercy, you managed to see the world change. You survived.

Current time

Of course, there wasn’t a real opportunity to go back to school after the plague, it led you to look for other ways to contribute to the work force instead. In the old world, work consisted of becoming a doctor, a lawyer, even a neighborhood bee-keeper ; as a young kid, you never had a clear idea of who or what you wanted to be. When you started to stabilize yourself by taking small part-time jobs that didn’t require a degree or some form of formal education, you slowly started to accumulate savings. After a while, you had been eyeing a virtual game constructed by the Kynigos company that swept the world by storm. It was everywhere on social media, all of the sign boards that lined 2nd avenue to 7th. Almost every family on your block purchased these visionary headsets that allowed you to see life in a kaleidoscopic lense. When you tried yours on for the first time, it was utterly breathtaking. New York city mimicked that of rainbow road in your old mario kart game, the streets glowed hues of bubblegum pinks and electric blues. The skyscrapers were dripping with panels of evergreens and xanthous yellows as the sky sparkled as a net covered it, the tiny strands glittering with violet crystals. You continued to walk down the block, circles glowing over your eyes and floating signboards that advertised expensive desserts bobbed up and down. As you scanned your surroundings, every person on the street or drivers cruising down the road had their headset on. Cars projected virtual screens that were lined with data codes and numbers. Even the foliage on the trees changed a new color every morning and night, the clouds moved by glitching slightly. It was like you could sweep your fingertips across every color you could think of, the streetlamps dripping gold above your head.

Each time Kynigos uploaded a new software update, people would go ballistic over the installation of game mode. In place of a regular day job, you’d be able to make money by taking investors’ requests and errands. It ran on in-game currency that could be exchanged for real money in which you desperately needed to eat, to live. That’s where you were: you took requests for the smaller investors like fetching their meals or buying their groceries. Moving up, you honed your skills on clearing the game levels, earning access to a database of more promising, richer moguls. They were getting hungry, some of them crossing the law to conduct illegal activities in-game: Kynigos never really enforced the restrictions. No matter how much the government tried to take over the game, it would only gain more and more powerful. They always found their way around it. You had just cleared level 50, your reward was to establish a link with an anonymous client who offered 5 grand in exchange for a person’s identity. Not that you knew who the client or request was, you had become a bounty-hunter chasing for your next bankroll. You didn’t have time to pick and choose. At the corner of your headset screen, a pop-chat window appeared: “Hello. Please refer to me as Mr. C.”

You replied, “Hi. How may I help you?”

“I’m looking for someone who can track down a person that I’ve been trying to find. The request is to confirm their identity and bring them to me. I will raise the reward if need be.”

You continue, “I need that in writing. May I have this person’s file?”

“I will send it over shortly.”

The chat window expands into a link, a typed document of the request along with a signature. You had been cheated out once, you were sure to not let it happen again. When you enlarge the file, it’s a picture of a boy who was much younger than you. He wore a navy blue sweatshirt, his black hair curled on one side of his forehead. His eyes seemed incredibly innocent, his doe irises complimenting the smile that graced his lips ; the sharpness of his cheekbones accentuating his prepubescent face. His name read, “Mark/ Minhyung Lee.” and was last spotted not far from where you lived. You asked, “Mr. C, why are you looking for a kid?”

“I have no obligation to answer that question. Regardless, are you able to do it? If you can’t succeed, I will have to take measures into my own hands.”

With the amount of money that was being offered, you would be set for a while. Taking the request seemed extremely worth it.

“It’s a deal, Mr. C.”

You pulled up your virtual map with a click of a button, the map expanding into the space of your living room. It showed every alleyway, every nook and cranny in the city. You enlarged the floating map with your fingers, zooming in on a couple blocks away from your apartment. From your room, you grabbed your back-pack and changed into a black body-tight outfit (a skin you won as a reward on level 15), and your hair tied in a loose knot. Dashing out the door, you headed for where this Mark was last seen. You walked around the city, scanning the crowds of people as you walked. The street lamps illuminated the moving sidewalk as people talked into their headset by the cafe windows. Colorful lights blossomed on the tiny windows of the tall buildings. How were you supposed to find such a young kid wandering around by himself? Was Mr. C. his father? Maybe a disgruntled relative? You were unsure. You stopped inside a convenience store, the view of a black-haired boy turned around in one of the aisles. You couldn’t see his face, could that be Mark? The cashier sleepily greeted you, his headset sat crookedly on the rim of his forehead. Making your way to the small boy, you walked in front of him to get a better look- it was not him. He looked up at you confusedly, “hey lady, should I get a chocolate bar or a lollipop?”

Pointing at the chocolate bar you winked, “Chocolate for sure.”

The child walked away from you as he perused through the candy aisle more. You felt a hand grab your wrist from behind to be met with a scruffy man who wore tattered clothes and scratched at his dirtied beard. His eyes bulged with hysteria, “Pretty girl, give me that!”

He pointed at your polished headset, his grimy fingers reaching for it. You stumbled back as your heart beat furiously in your chest, “Sir, I don’t want trouble. Please step back from me.”

The man takes another step towards you instead, his rough hands flying to grip your waist, “Say, what’s your name? Want to come with me?”

You try wrenching out of his grip, you shouted for the cashier’s attention- he’s too busy paying attention to the game to even hear you. The man’s fingers make contact with the skin on your hip which causes you to jolt, you struggle to reach for the knife at the bottom of your backpack.

“Sir, kindly back off!”

The homeless man swivels around, facing a boy about the same age as you. Looking at him, you had not ever witnessed a more attractive boy in a while. His hair was a chestnut color, the crest of it gelled over, his face was slim and defined. Even his lips were the prettiest shade of sakura blossoms, his obsidian eyes stern with fury. He pushed up a pair of version 3 cyber-glasses on the bridge of his nose, “Sir, I said to back off!”

Just like that, the homeless man raised his hands in mock surrender as he scampered out of the convenience store- leaving you staring at the handsome boy in front of you.

You nervously adjust yourself, “Um-I- thank you for that.”

The boy gives you a warm smile, one of his hairs falling onto his forehead, “No need to thank me. That guy was being a total creep. Plus, that cashier should be fired for being distracted.”

You laugh, you catch yourself staring at the abundance of watermelon pops in the boy’s hands. He eyes you and then back to his pops, “Oh, would you like one?”

Stammering over your words you shake your head a bit too wildly, “N-no t-thanks! I-I prefer mango?”

Why did you say mango? You hate mango-flavored things. He gives you a hearty chuckle, “Fair enough, mango’s good too.”

It goes without saying anything, you both pay for the treats as you walk on to the sidewalk, a cold breeze making you shiver. The boy cards his fingers through his hair, the streetlamps casting a golden flow on his highlights, “I guess this is where we part. I hope you don’t run into any more creeps.”

You nod at him, “I sure hope not. By the way, what’s your name?”

There, you feel like you’ve messed up. This stranger saves you from some homeless guy and you ask him for his name, his eyes are widened with surprise. You silently sigh in relief when he breaks into a toothy smile, “Yeah, um, My name’s Jonathan.”

His voice comes out a little hesitant, as if he’s not sure. You eye him, “You sure about that, bud?”

“Of course. I was just deciding whether or not to tell you Jon or Jonathan is all.”

You say, “Well, goodbye Jonathan. Thank you for helping me out today.”

You swerve to walk back down the street in which you came, your headset blinking with the weather forecast in the corner of it. You feel a hand catch your shoulder gently, “Wait-t, d-do y-you think we can exchange handles?”

Turning back to the boy, you certainly weren’t expecting him to say that, “Yeah, sure!”

Together, you calibrate your headsets as a glowing icon appears above his head, “Accept Jonathan as a friend?”

You say, “Accept!”

Jonathan’s name adds to your friends list, not that you had any previous names added anyway. He finishes adding to you as well, your name hot on his tongue as he repeats it daintily. Giving you a final wave, you both go your separate ways. You decide to look for Mark in the morning.

Later that night, you find yourself staring at a message notification from Jonathan. Tapping in the air, you press on it- you bite your lip in anticipation. A bubble appears over his message, “You still up?”

You type on your virtual floating keyboard, “I am, wanna chat?”

Another bubble appears: “proceed with projection communication?”

You look yourself up and down, your outfit only consists of a pair of striped pajamas unlike your black suit earlier. You can’t imagine that Jonathan’s dressed up at this hour. Accepting the bubble, a scan of Jonathan’s virtual body appears in front of you as if he’s sitting in your desk chair. He looks different from earlier, he wears a thin t-shirt that reads ‘Vancouver’, his hair glimmers with wet drops from his shower and he holds an acoustic guitar in his hands. At first he doesn’t realize that you’ve accepted the projection call until he drops his guitar to the ground, fumbling in his chair, “Oh! hi-i, I didn’t see you there for a second..”

You laugh at his silliness, “you were the one who initiated the call in the first place!”

“Still! One second, I need to get something.”

When he finally returns, he holds a bowl of cereal in his hands, spooning sugary flakes into his mouth before toasting the bowl, “Cereal baby!”

“Who eats cereal at this hour?”

“Me- I do!”

You smile at him, leaning back into your pillows, it’s almost too surreal that it feels like Jonathan is staring right back at you from your room. It’s like he’s right there with you.

You continue, “So, what do you like to do in your free-time?”

He looks up from his bowl, “Hm, I uh- I guess I just listen to music or watching Netflix? Something like that?”

“I see you have a guitar by you, do you play well?”

He rubs the back of his neck nervously, “I wouldn’t say too good but I do enjoy playing? I write a bit too.”

“Can you play something for me?”

He gives you a playful smirk before breaking into a high-pitched laugh, “Put me on the spot now aren’t we?”

You reply, “You kind of set yourself up by bringing out a guitar. Of course I was going to ask.”

With a heavy sigh, he mumbles, “This is a song that I wrote when I started living on my own.”

You feel your heart swell at the sight of this stranger whispering soft words of song, the strums of his guitar filling the emptiness of your room. When he’s finished, you give him a standing ovation, “What do you mean not too good? You’ve got talent.”

He rubs his eyes tiredly, “Gotta stay humble, you know?”

Your memory plays back to Jonathan’s words: “I started living on my own.”

You tread into unknown waters, “Listen, let me know if this is too personal but when did you start living alone?”

Visibly, his frame becomes stiffened, his lips press into a thin line, “About three years ago? I think?”

He’s the same as you. You continue, “Do you still keep in touch with your parents?”

A flash of pain coats Jonathan’s face, his teeth sink into his lower lip anxiously, “You know-w, I-I think we should call it a night-t?”

You’ve pushed too far. “Oh, yes- sure. Right, good night.”

Like that, Jonathan’s projection disappears from your desk chair, the call ending with a beep. You throw your headset to your nightstand with a clang, throwing your head into your pillow. You doubt that Jonathan wants to talk to you after pressing into his private matters.

When morning comes, your heart jumps at the notification at the top of your messages bar. You click on it, Jonathan’s audio file plays, “Hey-y, I-I’m reallly sorry for uh- I-I kind of left you hanging last night? Can we meet up and talk? Possibly? Let me know when you get this.”

You respond back to him, “Hey, don’t apologize. It was my fault for pushing you where you weren’t comfortable. I’ll forward my address.”

Within the next hour or so, you find Jonathan standing in your doorway as he raises a bag of mango and watermelon pops from the convenience store in his hand. You usher him in, “You got here quite fast..”

He smiles at you, setting the bag on your table, “I’m pretty speedy. Also, you’ve got a nice pad.”

“Oh- yeah, technically it used to be my parents but they well- they passed away.”

His face turns somber, his features darkening with hurt, “I’m sorry for your loss y/n.”

Trying your best, you muster a small smile at him, “It’s okay. Can I get you anything? Water?”

“I-uh- no, I’m good.”

With a heavy sigh, Jonathan plops himself on your couch, his eyes shifting to the vibrant city view outside, “Anyway, I-I just wanted to apologize for leaving so abruptly last night.”

Shaking your head, you answer regretfully, “No, it was completely my fault, I should be sorry.” The features on his face turn sharper. He stiffens again, his fists curl beside him on the couch, “I also haven’t been too honest about myself.”

“What do you mean?”

“My name isn’t Jonathan. That’s just an alias- my real name is Mark. Mark Lee.”

You feel your breath hitch in your throat. The boy that your client is after is sitting on your living room couch. How could you not recognize him? Your headset tab has his file bookmarked- he was a child then. Of course, he’s matured.

“Why would you lie about your name?”

Jonathan- now, Mark sighs, “Because, I have to. You asked me about my parents? They were murdered by some gang leaders because they owed them money so we could survive the plague. They did what they had to so we could live. They’re still after me.”

You hand flies to your mouth in shock, “Mark, I- I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I-”

Mark places a warm hand on yours, “It’s okay- don’t be sorry y/n. Just don’t tell anyone.”

“Not a word, I swear on it.”

Mark picks himself up to move closer to you, your knees almost touching, “When did you start living alone?”

The memories of you watching the doctors send your parents’ bodies to the morgue surface in your mind. You can’t stop the flood that breaks the dam. Digging your nails into your palm, you sniffle, “My parents passed away from the plague on the same day. Like yours, they had to work and go outside for us to survive. I was on the streets a bit before I could make money myself.”

It’s impossible. You can’t stop the tears that stream on your cheeks. You squeeze your eyes shut, “I miss them so much.”You feel a thumb swipe your tears away. You open your eyes to see a blurry vision of Mark’s concerned face, his fringe swept on one side of his forehead, “I’m here, it’s okay. I miss mine too.”

In a split second, you fall into the crook of Mark’s chest, snuggling into his arms. You hear the slow thrum of his heartbeat, the music that beats with his soul. It’s beautiful, the way his doe eyes gaze down at you and the way it feels when you reach up to sweep the hair out of his eyes, “Thank you, Mark.”

He doesn’t say anything, he continues to rub circles on your back comfortingly as he thumbs your hand in his lap. Afterwards, you and Mark decide to eat dinner with Mark in the city. With Mark beside you, everything seems ten times more vibrant. Musicians play on the streets, their instruments laced with colorful threads (bonus items that tune your instrument automatically). Robotic helpers roll around in the restaurants as they pick up tabs, refill waters, and do little things that could be cumbersome for humans. You and Mark sit on the second floor of your favorite ramen restaurant, one that your parents frequented often. Laughing at the way Mark slurped his noodles made you happier. For some odd reason, Mark reminded you of the comfort that your parents had- a warm glow that always brightened the room. He placed his chicken into your bowl, forcing you to eat his no matter how much you protested. When you were done, Mark led you to the third story of the restaurant, a rooftop garden that overlooked the city. The view was breathtaking: the skyline reflected an ocean of colors onto the water as the Brooklyn bridge allowed flying vehicles to soar across the sky. You both sat on the edge of the building, Mark pulling your body closer to his. He rested his head on your shoulder as he hummed some unrecognizable song, the honking of cars is the only thing that disrupts him. Steadily, you brought a hand to the scar on his cheekbone- causing him to raise his head at you. Mark leaned further into your touch, his hair fluttering in the wind slightly, “Can I um, kiss you?”

Smiling, you crash your lips onto yours, his lips feeling plush and soft at first. You move one hand to entwine Mark’s hairs in between your fingers, causing him to let out a moan. Your kiss grows more passionate as you part your mouth for him to move his tongue, your body temperatures rise- an alert pops on to your headsets. Ignoring it, Mark leans further into your lips while you arch your back on the roof. He pushes you flat against the concrete, his lips detach from yours with a sound. When you look at him, Mark’s half lidded eyes and swollen lips pop from the colorful netted sky that hangs above him, you say, “Wow, you’re good Mark Lee.”

He laughs into your shoulder, his giggle full of mirth. You don’t resist when he presses a kiss to your lips for the second time, you take harder control than he does. You roll onto your side so you can climb on top of him instead. Mark reaches up to place a hair behind your ear before you lean in to press a kiss to his nose. His eyes glimmer with adoration, “y/n, the things you’re doing to me right now-”

Mark starts to press a burning kiss to the hollow of your neck, you pause when a notification flashes on your messages bar. You open it, it’s from Mr. C. It reads, “Y/n. I’m afraid you’re out of time.” You scramble off of Mark, causing him to yelp, “Oh god, y/n, I-I’m so sorry, I- did- I go too far? I shouldn’t have done that- oh my-”

You press your hand to Mark’s lips, “It’s not you. I have to tell you something, it’s-”

“What? What’s wrong?”

You both sit up, “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you earlier I just forgot about it because we were talking and I-I just don’t-”

Mark’s expression turns firm, “What is it?”

“I just passed level 50 in-game. I got a request from a client and he told me he was after you and I took it because I thought I needed the money and now that I know you’re the person he wants, I don’t know what to do-he says we’re out of time!”

Mark looks down, his face morphing into slow pain, “Did you have that request since we met?”

You shout at him, “Yes! But, I was never going to sell you out, I swear! I started to like you and I wouldn’t have done that!”

Marks still casts his eyes down, “Y/n, I have to go right now- I can’t be outside-”

“You’re too late!”

You and Mark swivel your heads to see a skinny man dressed in a plaid suit hop off his emerald hoverboard, a pistol sits in the grip of his hand, “I’ve got you now Mark Lee! And y/n has led me straight to you!”

Mark practically leaps across you, forcing you to move behind him, “Just stay behind me.”

You place your hands on Mark’s shoulders, gripping him tightly. The man- Mr. C. looks hysterical when he flashes Mark a sinister grin, “Your parents still haven’t paid their debt. You’ll serve as compensation.”

He aims his gold-lined pistol at Mark, cackling before he sends a smoking bullet flying to Mark’s chest without a warning. You scream, Mark falling on his side as he clutches his wound. Mr. C. spits in your direction before zipping off on his hoverboard, leaving you to press your hands to Mark’s body. Already, your hands are covered in crimson blood, you smell the iron scent of it and it makes you sick. You don’t even realize that you’re screaming now, “Hold on! I’m going to get you to a hospital okay? Hold on!”

Mark lets out a weak cough, his eyes failing to stay open. You cradle his head, “Mark? Mark, stay awake! Stay with me, please!”

Once more, he reaches up a bloodied palm to your cheek, your tears falling onto his shirt, “Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay.”

You whimper, “It’s not okay! Don’t leave me! I’ll be alone again!”

The hot tears blur your vision, it’s getting harder to not collapse. You see Mark smile at you, “you know, you’re the only person that’s made me feel less lonely since my parents died.”

Clutching his hand, you feel the calloused skin along his palm, wanting to savor every bit of him, “Mark, I’ve fallen for you.”

Nodding, “And I, you.”

With the last bit of strength he has, Mark kisses you with scarlet fire before letting out a bone-chilling groan. His lips fall away from yours, his body landing on the roof with a thump. You hold your breath, your head pounds with harsh pain. You can’t believe the sight of Mark’s once musical spirit so bereft of life. Finally, your breath hitches at a notification that appears in your message inbox at the top of your virtual screen, “hello, y/n.”

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markleelately · 4 years

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dreamyyang · 4 years

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Yellow Tulips — huang renjun

[summary: Renjun hated seeing you this way, yet he continued to bring you flowers every day.

genre: good old angst because that’s the only thing I know

warning(s): character death, also I wrote this over a span of a week and I feel like the flow of the story got awkward in between? Idk

author’s note: requested by anonymous, I’m sorry it took so long. Also, yellow tulips are supposed to symbolise true love or something along those lines? That’s what my friend told me 😂. Also also,, wahey, the summary rhymes.]

Renjun was staring at the clock on the wall next to the blackboard, praying for the bell to ring. He impatiently tapped the pencil against his notebook.

Five seconds. Four. Three. Two. One.

The school bell rang, signalling the end of ninth period and the liberation of the students from school for the day.

Renjun packed up his things and trudged out of the classroom. He stared down at the ground with a grim expression as he left school grounds and made his way towards the flower shop nearby.

He pushed open the door to shop, the bell that alerted the arrival of a new customer ringing as he did. He made his way to Jaehyun, the florist.

“The usual?” He asked with a sad, knowing smile.

Renjun nodded, placing his money on the counter. Jaehyun grabbed a few tulips and began to wrap them in wrapping paper that was transparent save for the purple stars that were scattered across the smooth plastic sheet.

“Today’s Wednesday, Jaehyun-ssi,” the shorter boy mumbled.

“Right. Sorry. I get it mixed up sometimes,” The dark haired man said with a sheepish smile. He undid the wrapping and replaced it with a transparent wrapping paper decorated with pink dots.

“Why do you do that?” Renjun asked, cocking his eyebrow at y/n. “Wear a certain colour on a certain day?”

“Cause why not?” y/n shrugged.

“Black on Monday, red on Tuesday, pink on Wednesday, purple on Thursday, blue on Friday, green on Saturday and yellow on Sunday,” They said, counting the days on their fingers.

“You really are one of a kind,” Renjun laughed.

Y/n wiggled their eyebrows and sang a line from one of their favourite songs, “I like my style because it’s me!”

“Renjun? Renjun, are you alright?”

Jaehyun waved a hand in front of the younger boy, snapping him out of his trance.

“Huh?” Renjun frowned at Jaehyun.

He shook his head and smiled, “Here are your tulips. Be safe.”

Renjun smiled weakly at the older man, took the bouquet and left the shop. He walked home and dumped his backpack on the front porch.

“Huang Renjun, you shouldn’t just leave your bag there. Pick it up and leave it inside at least if not in your room,” y/n scolded playfully.

Renjun shook his head.

“What’s with you today?” He mumbled to himself.

He picked up his bag and left it inside the house before walking out.

“Hey Jun, are you going to see y/n?” Donghyuck, his neighbour and best friend, greeted with a smile.

The boy nodded.

“Mind if I come? I haven’t visited in a while.”

“How are you? You’ve been so disconnected lately,” Donghyuck asked, hoping to spark up a conversation and end the suffocating silence between them.

“I’ve been better...” Renjun admitted, absentmindedly playing with a loose thread on his sweater.

The taller boy sighed, “I wish you’d stop moping around so much. I don’t like seeing you like this and neither do the others.”

Renjun ignored his friend and stared at the ground as they walked, the silence once again creeping in. This went on for a few more minutes till they reached their destination.

“You know, I never did understand why they built the hospital near a cemetery,” Donghyuck mused out loud.

Renjun shrugged. He looked up at the hospital that he had visited numerous times. He tightly gripped the bouquet of flowers in his hand.

Then, he went forward, towards the left, and walked into the cemetery.

Renjun shivered slightly. The place was eerily quiet. He didn’t like it. His feet carried him to the place where the tombstone he hated the most stood, high and mighty, beckoning to him almost mockingly.

(your full name). 2000-2019.

‘I hope your wings guide you to heaven, my angel.’

Renjun glared bitterly at the stone object. Donghyuck glanced uneasily at his friend.

“Jun,” He said, carefully, “Are you-“

“It isn’t fair, Hyuck! That night was supposed to be special for us! If they hadn’t been distracted by me, they would have seen the car and could have avoided being hit!”

“Jun, please calm dow-“

“I will not calm down! I refuse to! I lost the one person I loved the most! I am so sick and tired of people asking me if I am okay or if I want to talk about my feelings! Why did that stupid car have to hit them, why wasn’t it me? I- I can’t do this, Hyuck. This is too hard for me. To stand here, knowing that they could have lived, no... I just cannot. I’m sorry.”

Renjun threw the bouquet down on the grass and stormed off.

Donghyuck sighed.

He looked at y/n’s grave and then down at the flowers. They looked so beautiful, it was sad and wasteful for them to lie there in the dirt.

He bent down and picked them up, dusting some dirt off. He placed them at the foot of the tombstone, weakly smiling at the tombstone.

“He really misses you... We all do.”

Donghyuck paused, taking in a deep breath. The wind rustled around him almost reassuringly, as if to to tell him to take his time with what he had to say.

“We’ll see you in about six to seven decades. Enjoy heaven while you can because we’re going to annoy the hell out of you when we come,” the brunette said, chuckling sadly.

“See you around, y/n l/n.”

He turned to leave but then stopped.

“Wait, I forgot this.”

He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper with Renjun’s handwriting scrawled on it.

“Renjun had written this but then crumpled it up. I haven’t read it because it’s meant for you, not me.”

He placed it next to the bouquet and smiled softly. Then he walked away, leaving the deserted cemetery behind him.

A rather swift gust of wind blew into the garden of gloom, sweeping up a few stray yellow petals. The crumpled bit of paper shifted slightly but didn’t move. It stubbornly sat at the foot of the grave, under the weight of the flowers, as though it was waiting to be read.

No one but Renjun knew what was written on the paper. Perhaps the yellow tulips. The yellow tulips, the melancholic winds and the gloomy gravestone. None but them knew the words written by the broken-hearted boy, addressed to his lover long passed away.

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lovecaitlined · 5 years

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Mark Lee: First Love 💞

I don’t know about you, but Mark Lee radiates such pure, babie, first-love energy...

Mark Lee. Lee Min-Hyung.

He’s the type of guy who would get excited over everything

Every little thing, from funny jokes to a cool trick to a new hobby.

He’s plenty smart, and he studies and works hard as well.

Sometimes you may think he’s a little bit immature when he laughs at those dirty jokes...

...or maybe even the fact that he’s overreacting at times.

“Haji-maku!” War flashbacks.

But Mark Lee would give you the world if he were to fall in love with you.

He’s not really some cool, couldn’t-care-less dude

He’s wide-eyed and full of energy.

And he’s honestly just so pure.

As in. Mark Lee would capture the moon for you, if it meant he could spend the rest of his life by your side.

Sure, he may be a bit self-deprecating sometimes.

“I’m the least romantic member.” “I guess that’s me.”

And, well, for the most part, maybe you think he’s right.

But that’s not entirely true.

See, Mark falls in love with each thing he’s passionate about.

Just like how he worked all those years as a trainee, spending several hours a day on singing and dancing and rapping, and even leaving his home and family in Vancouver...even crying all the way from the plane to Korea...

Mark isn’t someone who falls in love easily, but when he does, he falls hard.

And he takes it seriously.

(Well, about as seriously as he can with his bright eyes and smiling face.)

When you met for the first time, you two hit it off instantly.

You’d never had a boyfriend before, and most of your friendships with guys in general were pretty short-lived.

But Mark and you just hit it off.

You guys could talk for hours about anything and everything.

You fell in love with the sparkle in his eyes whenever he described something he was passionate about.

And yes, you must admit, you grew to love his little sound effects, his little antics, and his humor.

Mark wouldn’t know it at first, but he would eventually develop such a crush on you.

He’d be grinning to himself when he remembers you at random times of the day.

And one day, he’ll finally ask himself why?

That’s when he’ll realize that he’s fallen head over heels in love with you.

See, Mark may be childlike, but he is in no way childish.

He’s grown enough to recognize that feeling in his heart when it skips a beat at the mere mention of your name.

He’ll think about it at night, so nervous.

He doesn’t want to ruin the friendship.

And oh God, you’ll be his first girlfriend if ever.

Mark is definitely that boy who’ll go to Church and pray for guidance.

He’s also that boy who’ll suddenly be very quiet around you, and when you ask, he’ll turn red and stutter completely.

You’ll miss his deep and crazy laugh at your jokes. You’ll miss him being his normal lovable self.

When you confront him about his weird behavior, he refuses to look you in the eye, until you tell him that if this is about a girl, then he’d better get his act together.

To which he replies, “That’s the thing...the girl is you.”

Well,

he could’ve knocked you out with a feather.

“Me? Me?”

Your heart is beating incredulously.

“Yes, you! Like, like, like I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time, and you’re so pretty, so sweet, God, ugh, no! Never mind! Forget it!” He looks down and makes a beeline for it.

But you stop him as he tries to run away. “Mark, no!” you say. “I have to admit that...that...I kinda have a huge crush on you, too.”

Mark Lee lifts his head, smiling in disbelief. “Aw man, you’re kidding.”

You shake your head. His eyes widen.

“You...you too? Really?”

“Really.”

And Mark Lee, in all his pure, innocent, baby energy, breaks out into a smile. “Can...can I hold your hand?”

You nod as he reaches out tenderly. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“Me too.”

Mark’s eyes are shining. “So...is today our first day?”

You nod.

Mark smiles so sweetly as he says, “Then I guess...I guess this means that you’re my first—and last—love.”

The End~💘💖💞💝🌸

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johnnq · 2 years

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hey guys, so i’m aware that most of my followers are now either inactive or not interested in my writing anymore, but if anyone wanted to send me some reqs for little drabbles or something i’d love to bring some of them to life :)

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yaasirambles · 3 years

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Broke it All pt.2

Hey Guys!! I know its been 2 months since I posted Broke it All pt.1, but I have finished pt.2. Here it is! I hope you guys like it !! <3 pls let me know what you guys think of it.

!!PART1!!

Details: Jaehyun-NCT. This part was inspired by the song Apologize by Timbaland ft One Republic so listen to that on repeat if you’d like while reading. 2/20/2021 2:50 p.m

Word Count: 1,060 (ik it’s a lil short but I didn’t feel like it was something that needed to be dragged on in terms of a concluding part)

JaehyunxFem!Reader

"soooo... How'd it go?' Johnny asks when Jaehyun walks in the door "She said she'd think about it" he sighed "Well.. That's good right?" "I think so. Leaves room for hope. I wouldn't blame her if she said no" "yea I wouldn't either" Jahyun glared at him. "Dude.. a lil support would be cool.." "Sorry. But I'm being honest. You cheated on her man. That's one of the worst things you can do in a relationship. You better pray she's willing to try again. She was perfect. But anyway, you should sleep. Try not to think about it too much. Good Night man" Johnny says and walks past him and pats his back, and goes to his room. Not think too much? How could he NOT think about you? Your smile. Your laugh. Coming home to you after a long day of practice, recording, making appearances. You were his #1 supporter. And he ruined it all. He walked to his room, slowly undressed, and laid in bed, staring at his ceiling until he fell asleep unknowingly.

He spent his time trying to distract himself. Trying not to dwell on your possible response too long. But it made him anxious. He couldn’t focus, he would space out and get distracted. He didn’t feel motivated anymore. The members would constantly have to snap him back to reality. They would take him out, invite him to things, to try to get his mind off you. But he just wanted to know your answer.

He was in the studio when he got your text. 2 weeks later. Which he thought was incredibly quick. But that couldn't mean anything good right? [Y/N] I think I've made my mind up... lmk when you're free to talk [Jaehyun] I'll be free in like 30 min. You should be out of work by then, right? I'll pick you up from there. [Y/N] ok Reader P.O.V

You locked your phone and got back to work. Staring at the clock, waiting to be able to leave. Just so you can get everything settled. 5:30. You begin putting things back into your work desk and grab your purse. You walk to the front of the building, checking the time, and looking around for his car. Finally, he pulls up and gets out. He hugs you. God you missed his hugs. How warm he was. He opens your door and you get in, he closes it for you and comes back around to his seat and begins driving. "How was work?" he asks glancing over at you. "It was okay. Nothing really exciting. Just editing and such. You know how it is" You looked over at him. How did he look so good doing the simplest things, in the simplest clothes? Just a white t-shirt, black jeans, and high-top converse. one hand on the steering wheel. Usually, the other would be in your hand, or your thigh... You clear your throat when you realize you were staring too long. "And you? I'm assuming you were at the recording studio or something? you don't look like you were filming or anything" "Yea just recording. We're almost done with the album. The session was almost over so you texted right in time" "cool" you slowly nodded your head. Not sure what to say. The silence goes on for a few seconds more. "Where are we going?" "oh. Uhhh well it's kinda hot today I thought we could get some iced coffee or cold drinks, go to the park and talk there? Unless you wanna do something else or just talk in a parking lot or something" "No that sounds good. Drinks and park are fine" He nods. You stop at a cafe and you both get an iced coffee. He pays, even though you were pulling out your card to pay for your own. Once you reach the park you walk around together. Watching people on bikes, the kids playing. Then you find a table underneath a tree, nice and shade-covered. You sit across from each other, you played around with the lid of your cup. Not sure how to start what you need to say. "so, I've made up my mind" You breathe out "Wait. Can I say a few things first?" You sigh quietly. "yes of course" "Okay. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. You have no idea how much I regret what I did. I have no excuse besides the fact that I was stupid and selfish. I was going to come clean after I broke it off with her. Explain everything and be honest. I didn't mean to hide it. I've already blocked her, cut her off, a long time ago. I love you. So much. I saw me spending the rest of my life with you..." your throat tightens, tears threatening your eyes. Once again it all comes flooding back. "I can't Jaehyun. I don't think I can give this another go after that." Silence again. He stares blankly at you, as you stare down at your cup, tears slowly trickling down your face. "Please. Please just this once. I need you. I'd take another chance, I'd do anything, take a shot for you. Please... Is there no love for me left at all? Nothing left between us to hold onto?" he grabs your hand and you look up and he's crying. "It's too late Jae. I loved you so much. It's too late to apologize. Too late to fix anything." "You're my everything..." "You said she was nothing that night. You sit here, calling me everything. But you still ruined your everything, for nothing. She must've been a pretty important nothing... I'm sorry Jae." You get up, and he follows. "I didn't deserve to be cheated on, while I was giving you all my love, effort, and energy. I deserve to be with someone who appreciates me in the moment. Every moment, of every day. Like I did to you. Not when it's too late after the damage has been done. I can't give you another chance. Maybe we can rebuild but as friends. Just friends." You turn around and start to walk away. Leaving him behind at the table. You know he's heartbroken. You are too. You truly loved him. Were in love with him. But clearly, he didn't love you as much as you loved him. A/N: In conclusion, don't get back with people who cheated on you. Even if they're a rich celebrity or multi-millionaire. You are worth more than that. Don't cheat on anyone either. That's fucked. When someone truly loves you, they only have eyes for you. Love for you. Whether they're mad, drunk, sober, high, tired, etc. I hope none of you settle for less than you deserve. There is someone, even multiple people, who would give you the world and never hurt you. They will be worth the wait, and all the heartbreak you've endured before them.

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alreadyblondenow · 4 years

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Johnny x reader // SMUT, angst, fluff, virgin!reader Summary: Every single part of you changed when you met Johnny. He’s a sweet responsible man who takes care of you even though he’s completely aware that you can take care of yourself. Even so, you let him because he gives you warmth that you can’t give yourself. Word count: 3k Warnings: Virginity loss, swearing, explicit mature themes, virginity kink?, corruption Note: If some words were misplaced, I apologise in advance. Half assed proofread hehe I’ll edit tomorrow im so sleepy. If you read already, Im sending you love. And thanks for putting up with shit hihi

You remember being a good daughter during high school. How you manage to have a high GPA just so you could make your parents proud and go to a nice college.

And when you got in to your dream college, you remember doing everything right during your those four years. Studied harder than ever and almost broke your back from staying up in front of your computer to finish your thesis. It was always about doing the right thing, staying on track, keeping out from trouble, always so sure what to do next after accomplishing the another. Until you met Johnny. It was the first time you felt so dumb and stupidly in love.

“Baby its not even in yet” you were sure that Johnny’s cock was inside already because the stretch hurts. It hurts so bad you can’t breath properly. “It fucking hurts.”

Johnny let out a giggle, kissing your breast while being half inside you, “Baby it supposed to hurt you’re a virgin” he’s clearly enjoying teasing you underneath him and savouring the tightness of your pussy for the first time. “My virgin” kissing you a little too sweet and soft even though he’s cock is making your eyes teary. He pushes in again slowly with your consent and fucks you slow, then fast when he sees you relaxing already.

“Johnny wait - it really fucking hurts baby” you pant asking for more time. “Okay okay, Im going slow again, sorry. I thought-“ and he fucks you slowly again, kissing your neck and collarbones.

When the pain was gone, Johnny feels good inside you. You let a string of curses, kissing and bitting him almost covering his face with spit. With a steady and deep pace you were slowly getting why people love having sex. “Still hurting?” Johnny already knew the answer but he wanted to hear it from you. “Not anymore? Hmm. My virgin girlfriend?” you hum at the pet name he calls you. What a weird thing to call you, you thought. But you love it.

Drowned by lust and pleasure, you didn’t notice Johnny was picking up his pace. He’s to experienced for a virgin like you. The both of you can only groan and moan from the feeling you give each other. Exchanging kisses and bites to show affection and appreciation.

“Ugh you’re almost there now aren’t you?” Johnny asked in between fucking you faster than before but not enough to wreck you. “Feels good now yeah?” he grabs you legs and puts it closer to your chest for a new angle.

“Baby - You fuck good” you gulp, trying to help yourself speak while he fucks you with the new angle. “Is this what I’m missing for months now?” and theres Johnny’s smirk again

“Im afraid so baby, Im afraid so”

You whine when he slowed down his pace. “Do you mind if I play a bit?” you didn’t gave him an answer but Johnny proceeds anyway. He knew you’re at the edge already and being the experienced one between the two of you, he wants to have fun and make the best out of this moment. Unexpectedly you earned long and hard stripes of lick on your cunt that made you closed your eyes shut and yell at him.

Johnny is so amused seeing you so fucked up for the first time. Without a warning he pushes inside you again and fucks you with the same pace as earlier. He noticed your eyebrows furrow and your lips parted letting out sounds so sweet for him.

“I think I found you sweet spot baby” you couldn’t agree more.

“Am I fucking you good huh? Am I fucking you right?” only gasps and moans comes out from your mouth.

“You have to show me baby. You have to cum” but that’s the problem, you knew you have this weird feeling in your abdomen that you somehow can’t let go off. Finally having the strength to talk back, latching on his arms and moving you head from side to side, “I’m trying to let go baby - fuck give me time” but being the dominant that he says he is, Johnny is losing patience and you don’t know what to do. “Aren’t I fucking you good? Why aren’t you cuming yet huh?”

And just as you though the knotting in your abdomen couldn’t get worse, it did. But this time you knew what you want. “Fuck baby! More” to your surprise, he didn’t fucked you faster but he fucked you harder instead. You didn’t know it will give you the same satisfaction that you were craving for just seconds ago before he delivered hard thrusts. He felt your pussy clench and that’s enough for Johnny to make the both of you cum together.

“There you go. You like it rough huh okay I’ll do better next round” Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. You can feel his hips slapping on your skin and you finally felt that sweet release that he was asking for. You cum before him and he chased his orgasm by fucking you faster, he didn’t know that made you overstimulated. “You’re okay, sshh. You’re okay.”

He removes the condom and helped you come down your high. Massaging everything he can as a form of apology, “sorry for being rough” he kisses your shoulders and you encircled your arms around him.

“I got a boyfriend that can fuck that good?” forcing a smile trying to fight the exhaustion. Johnny blushed by your sudden compliment making his eyes small. When you pull him for a hug, his body is warm and sweaty but he surprisingly still smells good. That day you asked Johnny to keep on fucking you until you learn how to be confident on having sex with him. For you, Johnny was the prefect person to help you say goodbye to your innocence.

Every single part of you changed when you met Johnny. He’s a sweet responsible man who takes care of you even though he’s completely aware that you can take care of yourself. Even so, you let him because he gives you warmth that you can’t give yourself.

He completely changed your uptight personality and introduced you to thrills and excitement. You never felt so alive after giving up that perfect image of you that you try to maintain.

He made you crave for pleasure and lust that he’s willing to give as long as you let him love you unconditionally and you give the same in return. Of course you love Johnny. He taught you that love shouldn’t always be perfect and that it could be a lot more complicated sometimes. Which is true. You always thought love should be perfect and it’s always about marriage and having kids. And you want none of that. For the first time in your life you don’t want to follow the life your parents want you to have.

Johnny is balls deep in your pussy, panties to the side and fucking you good on the dinner table. The man couldn’t get his hands off of your perfect figure. The room is full of moans and the sound of the table rocking back and forth from Johnny’s thrusts.

“What if we get married?” Johnny blurted out.

That doesn’t sound right. “Ah!” still catching your breath gasping and wanting more but what you heard made your head dizzy. “Johnny, I need you to get off”

“What- why? What did I do?” you got down from the table grabbing your satin shorts on the floor, wearing it again. You see Johnny putting his cock back in his boxer briefs and putting his pants on. “Is it because of what I just said? Im sorry I didn’t mean to. Lets just forget about it okay?”

“The fact that you already considered it Johnny... you will continuously think about it then someday you’re going to ask me again and again” you crossed your arms and sat across the table.

“What?” he scoffed. “Didn’t you think that someday we will get married? Didn’t that crossed your mind! Isn’t that the goal? Isn’t that our goal!”

“Don’t shout. And no. Thats the last thing that I want. And see, thats what Ive been saying. Once you thought about the M word, you will never stop thinking about it ever again” there was a few minutes of silence, you knew you’re gonna tear up the moment you talk again. But he has to hear your part, he has the right to know what you want.

“Getting... “ your voice already cracked. “Having kids, settling down all of it. You don’t know how those things work Johnny, they’re suffocating. The weight of the responsibilities is unbearable”

“So you’re saying a life with me is something bad that will change your life completely” he wanted you to look at him but you can’t, “So what? Were just gonna fuck like teenagers until were 40? You sound like you’re going to leave me one day.”

“I don’t know. Its just… its not me Johnny”

“Or maybe you just don’t love me enough y/n” he pushed his hair back leaning on the table and staring you down with cold eyes, “clearly were not on the same page anymore.”

“Thats not true”

He doesn’t say a word. He gets his jacket and kissed you on your cheeks. You can’t watch him leave because it will hurt you so much. But when you heard your door close gently, suddenly you felt so weak and cold.

The next day you asked him to go grab breakfast with you before you two go to work. Not knowing how to fix this, you still tried to reach up to him. Maybe you just got lucky that he didn’t want to pry on what happened yesterday and everything seemed fine during breakfast. From there on Johnny stopped talking about what he wants to happen in the future. Not bringing up the M word again, he’s not asking you random baby names anymore, no more IKEA window shopping for your future shared apartment. And quite frankly you miss it. Without Johnny being hopeful like that, your relationship seems dull.

You try to bring the old him back by asking him to go IKEA shopping with you. He agreed but he was quiet the whole time. He just talks whenever you asked him something.

You caught him looking at this couple who was checking furnitures together, his eyes full of envy and you can see right through him.

When you got home, you placed the bags on top of the table and went straight to the bathroom to cry. Constantly blaming yourself for not wanting the same thing as Johnny wants and for ruining the relationship you have. You grabbed a towel from the basket and you bit it to filter your screams. If you thought he didn’t hear any of your sobs and screams, you’re wrong. He’s waiting for you on the other side of the door crying his eyes out too.

Knowing that he’s outside waiting for you, you tried forming your words and forcing yourself to speak. “B-baby, I just cant provide the things you want in life anymore. You’re hurt, Im hurt. And we cant fix it because we don’t want the same things anymore. I can’t force myself to marry you and have kids when I don’t want to. And You don’t have to stop wanting and dreaming to have a family just because I don’t want to. Johnny, I think this is where it ends” You told him he could leave you and there will be no hard feelings. The breakup was somehow peaceful, no screaming and yelling like what you thought it would be. Maybe you just love each other that much but it’s still not enough.

After breaking up with Johnny, you went back home and help your sister plan her wedding. Although the two of you has very different views when it comes to marriage, you loved seeing your sister happy and excited to be married. During the wedding your sister shared the news that she’s already seven weeks pregnant and you couldn’t be more happier and the day became even more eventful because of the little angel. That day, you saw your sister’s husband tear up while she was walking down the aisle. That day, you heard your sister’s husband shout “I’m going to be a father!” You can’t help but think about how happy Johnny must be if he become someone’s husband and how happy he could be when he finally become a father.

After months and months of waiting, you finally met the little angel. An angel that changed your life. You don’t know what happened to you but meeting the little angel changed your perception in life. Yours sister’s baby was a miracle to many people, you included. Seeing how happy your sister and her husband with the baby made you realise that bringing life into this world can give you genuine happiness. You loved your niece unconditionally, showered him with every love you could possibly give and turns out you’re good with kids.

Another wedding is bound to happen, a little rushed and unplanned but you do know the couple loved each other. You knew you could possibly ran into Johnny during the wedding and you did. He looked fine as always, almost made every bridesmaid craving for him.

“All right! calling all the single ladies, it’s time for bride to throw her bouquet”

You were sure you’re sitting far from the bride not bothering to even get up and participate. You were also sure that you will never going to catch it even if you made an effort. But somehow you wanted it to come to you, near enough and catch it with both arms for Johnny. And it did. It landed on your lap. You scoffed looking at the beautiful flowers, smelling it to make it less awkward.

When the party started, everyone was almost drunk enough to care whose wedding it is. Laughter and giggles everywhere. You were alone, enjoying a whole bottle of champagne all by yourself.

“Mind if you tell who’s the lucky guy?” not turning your head back to look, that voice is familiar enough for you to know who it is.

“So happy to see you here Johnny” instead of giving him a hug you gave him a toast. Looking at each other’s fingers. Johnny checks your finger for any sign of an engagement ring and you checking his fingers for a wedding ring.

None. You answered his question to make the situation less awkward, “Just got lucky” you let out a small giggle. “The bride pretty much threw it far. And it just so happens that I’m sitting far enough for it to land on my lap” you both laughed, happy that you’re able to see each other again. Happy to have the chance to see each other’s eyes again without tears in it.

“How about you? Who’s the lucky girl?” Johnny laughs and downed the remaining alcohol from his glass.

“Still you”

You didn’t expect him to be straightforward but you’re happy about it. That night Johnny brought you to his new apartment and you had sex on his couch, on his bedroom floor and on his bed. The next morning you were welcomed back to Johnny’s life again with all smiles, kisses and a lot of orgasms he almost ran out of condoms.

For the past couple of months you and Johnny were busy catching up with all the years you spent apart and slowly building a more established relationship. Your life couldn’t be more happier.

“Baby Im home. And Im tired” you heard him drop his keys at the table near the door, of course he made his way to the kitchen first. Feeling his arms encircled around your waist, “I’m almost done with making dinner” you gave him a kiss and he made his way to the living room. Then you heard him shout, you slowly put down the hot pot and hurried yourself to Johnny.

“Oh my gosh! Who are you?” Johnny is pointing at your sister’s baby crawling around in the living room, playing with his toys.

“Gosh you scared me. T-thats my sister’s baby. I need to babysit tonight hope you don’t mind”

“Oh! I don’t mind… Come here you little ball of sunshine, lets play” and Johnny came crawling around the living room trying to catch the energetic baby. You giggle at the sight of Johnny crawling around. He’s so tall and big.

“Johnny, I thought you’re tired…”

“Nope. Not anymore”

When you’re both in bed with the baby in between the two of you, Johnny cant stop looking after the kid, humming lullabies and patting his small legs making him sleep deeper.

“Johnny a lot of things changed when we were apart. I started to love kids and actually looking forward on having one someday” you looked at him, “or some…” you whispered carefully not to wake the sleeping angel. He chuckled lightly, pushing his hair back “I know” he whispered back. He pats his side of the bed, gesturing you to lay beside him. He puts a pillow next to the sleeping kid so he can still roll around the bed safely.

Johnny pulled you close to him, hovering his leg on yours. He feels warm as always. “For how long?” you asked out of curiosity. “since we got back together. You constantly talk about having our own house someday whenever we watch lifestyle network. And, you constantly ask me to fuck you raw” You were both trying not to laugh so hard cover each others mouths. Before you two close your eyes, Johnny told you he liked the idea of the two of you whispering “Whispering is good. Can’t wait to have more whispering moments with you.”

The next day your sister came in really early, Johnny was still sleeping. You told her how he took care of the baby and that he was the one who babysit the whole night playing and taking care of him. “tell Johnny I said thank you. And please, make your own baby” you can’t believe your sister just told you to have your own baby already. “Okay okay. Get out already before you wake him up. I love you, drive safe”

When you came back to the bed with Johnny, he kissed you good morning completely aware that the baby is already with your sister. “I’m gonna miss the little guy” eyes still closed he’s still whispering so you played along. “Well, we can always make our own little guy” and that woke Johnny up hovering you and showering you with wet kisses. He’s so heavy but you’d rather let him crush you than being away from him again.

“Just so you know I want three kids. Two boys one girl” he says with a big smile while drawing circles around your tummy. “You do realise thats three different educations…” he chuckled and showered your exposed tummy with kisses making you tickle and whine.

“I know, thats why were gonna save like crazy before having them” he finally kissed you on the lips.

“I like that plan Johnny Seo you sound even more sexier. Lets be sure everything is fine and settled when they enter this world”

“And completely change our lives” he can’t stop rubbing your tummy, “I love how we’re compromising now. I never want to yell at you ever again. Not now, not ever. Definitely not in front our children”

You catch his hand and interlock your fingers with his, “I never want that to happen too baby” Johnny came closer to you, kissing you deeply. “Baby why are we whispering?”

you feel his hands creep inside your shorts, teasing your clothed clit and you let out a soft moan, biting his lips. “I don’t know... practicing to be quiet maybe?” He chuckles in between kisses.

“You going to marry me now?”

“Yes Johnny, I will”

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tinysushimark · 3 years

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Leather Jacket (NJM)

best friend au! swearing, consumption of alcohol, suggestive(?), fluff(?) idk man. (1.2k words)

"Ohooooooo." Jaemin shouted looking at you up and down. "Wow! So SEXYYYYYY!" He screamed again.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Jaemin?" You said fixing your hair.

His hands went up in the air slowly, fists closing and he started to dance like an idiot.

"Y/N is gonna get some tonight! Ohooooooo! She won't annoy me! Ohooooooo." Jaemin continued saying in a weird tone.

"Who are you going out with though?"

"I told you."

"No you didn't." Jaemin stopped dancing, confusion clear on his face. Your mouth formed a small oh remembering that you told your female best friend and not Jaemin.

"I told Em-"

"You didn't tell me! SEE I TOLD YOU!" Jaemin stomped his foot and pouted.

"Mark. I'm going out with Mark."

"Looking that fancy for Mark Lee?"

You raised your eyebrows at him a small smirk forming on your lips. "Why you jealous?"

"Jealous? Me?" Jaemins eyes went wide and then he laughed. "What are you even thinking you chipmunk?" He rolled on your bed and you just stared at him.

"WHY WOULD I BE JEALOUS LMAOOO!" he screamed while laughing.

You turned around focusing on your lashes.

"But Mark hyung of all people?"

You snickered. "He's my wingman, why would i ever go out with him?"

"I dont know, he looks good."

"You look good, that doesn't mean I'll date you."

"Mark hyung is your type."

"Jeon Jungkook is my type."

"Jaehyun hyung did say he'd set you up."

"Wouldn't date someone that perfect." You smacked your lips together, letting the Lip balm and lipstick blend well.

"Date Jisung."

"No, thank you. Won't date a kid." You grabbed your bag and stuffed your essentials in it.

"Mark hyung is the worst person to be a wingman."

You put your lip balm in the purse and looked up at him, as he sat on the bed in his white t-shirt and black pajamas.

"I asked you, you said no."

"I wouldn't! EVER! say no to a place with free booze." He stood on the bed, dramatic actions an obvious.

"No free booze."

"No free Na Jaemin."

"You don't even drink that much."

"Free booze is still free."

"Fine. I'll buy you booze." You stared at him.

"Bad idea." Jaemin said and got up from the bed. "Do you have a pair of my clothes?"

"Yes, through the closet in the right, small blue bag." You smiled, you knew that if you said you'd buy him Everything he needed for a party, he'd come along and you already kind of knew that Mark wasn't the best wingman.

He couldn't even talk straight to you if you dressed up a little and he didn't like talking to people in general. The last time he was your wingman you ended up asking him to make out with you because he hadn't set you up with anyone, but on the other hand you didn't want to put him through emotional trauma so you let him be.

Jaemin walked out in a white t-shirt and Jeans on, searching for his spare leather jacket in your room. When he put it on he looked like an entirely different person, he combed through his hair with his hands and smiled at you, your heart skipping a beat. You stared at him and he winked at you making a silly face to get your attention. "How do I look?" Jaemin asked. "If you put in a little effort you arent that bad are you?" You said picking up random things from here and there so that your attention wasn't solely on him.

"Am I dreaming? Why did my heart skip a beat? It's probably because it's been ages since I've seen Jaemin with his hair pushed back." You thought to yourself. Jaemin did look good with his hair pushed back but when he was with you his hair usually covered his eyes slightly. You couldn't accept the fact that you found him attractive and made your thoughts fade slowly.

At the party, Mark gladly knew people and had introduced you to quite a few men that you hadn't met before but unconsciously your eyes would end up on Jaemin who sat alone in a corner with his rum and coke, slowly sipping it and looking around. He had a slight smile on his face when Mark approched him, the guy in front of you was uttering some bullshit about the flower fragrances and you couldn't care less.

"So i think the bees are important." The guy in front of you said, He was talking about bees, great. "Hey, um it was nice talking to you." You smiled at him and tapped on his shoulder. "Why dont you stay and we can talk more." The guy said. "Look, you're talking about bees and honestly, i dont know shit about them. I'm not interested in you." You walked away your heels clinking the floor of the rooftop as you reached the two men in the booth and sat down.

"Mark get me a drink." You said making yourself comfortable and snatching Mark's jacket to cover your legs.

"Why aren't you talking to that guy?"

"He's talking about bees and some save the earth, i dont know." You groaned, Jaemin let out a snort. You glared at him but he continued snorting.

"Bees? seriously?"

"Mark set me up! Don't laugh at me." You said and turned to Mark. "Oppa please get me a drink." You pouted at him and his face morphed into disgust as he got up with your glass.

When you were alone with Jaemin you found yourself staring at him and admiring his features. The slight curve where his eyes ended, his hair which was pushed back and then your eyes settled on his lips. You stared at them for a while before they curved into a slight smile, his hand caressing your head.

"Jaemin?"

"Hm?" His hands went back into their place, grabbing a hold of his glass once again, you carefully watched as the glass came in contact with his lips, slowly gulping the liquid. His neck tensed and relaxed, probably from the heat in the rum. "What?"

"I wanna find something out." He turned to you, eyes fixated on yours. "What do you wanna find out?"

"Earlier, when you were getting ready my heart skipped a beat. I thought it was because i hadn't seen you in pushed back hair in a while."

"And?"

"It's still skipping beats, so i wanna find out how close i can get to you to make me think you're my dumb best friend again."

"One way to find out." His hand slowly got rid of the jacket on your lap, hands slowly gliding on your thigh. You pulled his hand and he moved closer to you, his breath fanning your neck, the sweet smell of rum lingered near your nose as you moved even more closer to him, lips almost touching.

A smirk formed on Jaemin's face and he smashed his lips against yours, your hands found his hair and pulled at them, you climbed his lap and kissed him back with the same urgency.

He pulled back and looked at you, trying to catch his breath. "You think it was the pushed back hair then?"

You breathed in, "Yeah definitely." You chuckled.

"Guess I'm pushing my hair back everyday from now on then."

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And They Were Roommates

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Warning: mention of emetophobia, angst (if you squint. Reader’s whole personality trait is hating Jaehyun), themes of infidelity, smut. I think that’s it let me know if I missed anything! Enjoy <3

“What do you mean she threw up on you?”

“Dude I was about to finish and next thing I know-”

You’re sat on the couch perched by the table completing a jigsaw puzzle while Johnny sits at the bar conversing with Jaehyun about one of his sex horror stories that you begin to zone in on for a moment but quickly regret it, putting your airpods back in. You had the day off today but you were out of the house for most of it, running errands and catching up with Mark before you two had to part due to his schedule. You couldn’t help the feeling of guilt that ignited whenever his lips met yours when you prepped to part ways because you felt like a cheater and he was the last person on earth that deserved to be backstabbed after everything he did for you. Looking up from your puzzle you spot Johnny peering over at you mouthing words you are unable to make out with your airpods in as your hand comes up to take one out he reiterates.

“We’re gonna catch a movie later.” He says, not asking you but instead informing you.

“What if I don’t wanna go?” You counter.

His expression shows he’s taken aback as he plants his hands on his chest and parts his lips letting out a gasp.

“Did you just say you hate me and that I should die?”

Rolling your eyes and letting out a chuckle you shake your head at his melodramatic attitude. You didn’t mind going to catch a movie with him; you’d done it before and the night ended in him having to restrain himself from uttering another word since every syllable he uttered had you clutching your stomach in laughter.

“I’ll be ready.” You assure him.

“Thank god, Jaehyun, how boring of a roommate are you to have her doing a puzzle on a Saturday night?” He exclaims, flailing his arms around. Your eyes fall on him who is already staring at you with that sharp gaze that makes you wanna run to your room and never come out.

“Not my fault she doesn’t know how to hold a conversation.”

“Why would I want to hold a conversation with you?”

Your tone is sharp, matching your eyes that shoot daggers at him from across the room. It’s not that you aren’t aware of the fact that talking back only fuels the fire between the two of you but you refused to let him have the last word especially after the crap he pulled last time he got you alone. Did he not feel even an ounce of the guilt you felt for what he caused? Him and Mark have been friends way before the two of you lived together. So much for bro code.

“Afraid you might fuck around and like me?” He teases, tongue in cheek with his words while you feel the hair on your skin stand up and your nostrils flare in annoyance so much you nearly forget about Johnny who’s eyes dart between the two of you incessantly.

“Fuck off.” Your jaw clenches as you look at him with the looming urge to punch him in his beautiful face.

“If you guys are gonna fight, at least let me pop some corn.” Johnny quips, laughing at his own joke while you raise a questioning brow at him.

“No? Tough crowd.”

Deciding it’s best to step away for a bit you excuse yourself to your room with the excuse that you’ve left to get ready for the movie. Taking your time to pick out clothes after doing your makeup which you figure is a slight waste since you would be in the dark for the majority of the night but you were desperate to pass the time in your room and you ruled out starting another series on Netflix. Looking over yourself in the mirror you take your phone to glance over your notifications and they hold no substance until a ding sounds and your finger taps on the text message from Mark.

Mark <3: Missing you :(

Your heart swells and deflates at the words on your screen. Even though you did not act on your sudden attraction for Jaehyun you did only an ounce of what you could have to stop him from touching you the way he did but it was still wrong of you to think of another person while you were in a happy and healthy relationship.

You: Miss you too, bub.

Your fingers press send as a knock sounds at your door, startling you.

“Yeah?” You answer, rubbing your glossy lips with another coat of product.

“We’re ready when you are.” Jaehyun’s voice sounds from behind the door causing you to stiffen at the sound of it, hating yourself for wanting to feel his breath on your lips while he utters filthy words to you.

“Be out in a sec!”

You utter a ‘fuck’ under your breath hastily searching for your bag and trailing over to your door to whip it open before your face nearly collides with a chest but your hand squeezes the door knob for leverage and peers up at the face that belongs to the body you nearly crashed into. Your eyes are wide like a deer in headlights before you clear your throat to compose yourself.

“S-sorry I didn’t know you were still behind the door-”

His eyes trail over your attire making you gulp at the way he feels no need to be subtle.

“Can you chill? Seriously, you don’t have to be a fucking cunt all the time.” You spit, before shoving him to the side and turning the corner where you meet Johnny's line of sight, falling into a conversation quickly. His head tilts in resignation at your attitude, he concludes he deserved that one after pushing your buttons in front of Johnny.

“I call front seat.” You chirp when you walk out of the apartment towards Johnny’s truck, hopping in with the help of the ledge that juts out when you open the door of the vehicle. You’re pressing buttons on the radio to occupy yourself while you tune out the men’s voices in the minimal space of the vehicle. The room always felt ten times smaller when Jaehyun is present, somehow sucking the energy out of you through gestures even though his comments did bother you most of the time his aura is what ticked you off.

“You remember Diana?” Johnny’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts as you move your eyes from the radio to watch his smirking face.

“Yeah! We’ve only talked a few times but she baked me cookies for my birthday- why?”

You recall the timid girl that sat across from you in your English class occasionally asking you to get coffee and you were surprised to be approached since you were still coming out of your shell as well. She’s beautiful and you had some of the best conversations with her.

“I asked her out and she said yes.”

Your heart soars for your friend. It was easy for people to like him since he has the looks and personality everyone searches for but he never felt a deep connection with any girl he “dated”, meanwhile every girl he ever dated fell in love with him and he never stayed present long enough to catch them.

“She’s so sweet! You guys vibe?”

Jaehyun chimes in, poking at Johnny’s cheek from the backseat with a smirk.

“My boy’s in it for a good time.” He laughs, peering over at you with an indisputable look in his eye making you roll yours.

“Are you not emotionally drained making everything about sex? Where’s the fun in that?”

You couldn’t help but be bothered by his take on the subject. Sure you had your fair share of meaningless hook-ups but they all left you with that same feeling of emptiness and at your age now you only gave real relationships you feel would make you grow to be a better person with the whoever you ended up spending your life with.

“The fun is in the sex.” Answering like it is the most obvious thing in the world, his dimpled smile comes into view as he replies to your serious question and you are reminded why you despised him in the first place; no longer clouded by lust or the feeling to put all the energy you put into hating him into finding the good in him. You have seen all you needed to. The ride to the theater remains silent and you arrive, eyes looking up at the huge menu displayed on the wall behind the concession stand before your hand taps Johnny on the shoulder.

“I’m gonna run to the restroom.” He nods.

“Yeah, what do you want?” He gestures to the concessions.

Rummaging through your purse to hand him your credit card you scan your eyes over the menu.

“Uhh nachos and a medium pepsi.” You say while your hand is still held out waiting for his to take it. He grimaces at the sight of it.

“Take the card, Suh.” You go to grab his hand but he moves it from your vicinity, a frown forming upon your lips.

“I got it. Go.”

He flips you around, pushing you towards the restrooms before going to stand next to Jaehyun who’s waiting in line. You trail to the restroom and wash your hands hastily drying them before your eyes land on your face in the mirror. Right then your phone rings; the tone hits the walls of the restroom making it louder than you expect as your eyes read the name on the screen and your finger finds its path to the green button before you put it to your ear.

“Hey you.” You declare, adding a tinge of sultry to your voice nearly cringing when you depict it in your speech.

“Hey. How’s my favorite girl?” Mark’s voice fills your gut with butterflies and guilt all at once. The combination poisonous as it spreads to the top of your fucking skull.

“I’m alright. You done workin’?”

Your palm rubs against the counter to suppress the nerves his voice on the line induce.

“Yeah it got pretty slow so boss let me out early-”

His voice seems to fade out as the door of the restroom swings open and your neck looks up from your phone to the mirror to see who it is- expecting a stranger to walk in but Jaehyun’s eyes meet yours quickly as your lips form a thin line.

“What are you up to, baby?”

You hear the question and your senses feel like they have disconnected as he steps towards you, peering down at you while you look at the ceiling to maintain the loss of eye contact.

“Baby, you there?”

His neck cranes down, moving your hair out of the way purposely letting his fingertips graze the back of your neck.

“Y-yeah I’m actually at the theater.” You curse yourself for the way your neck automatically tilts at his touch, giving in while you struggle to remain aware of your boyfriend’s voice.

“Oh? You went alone?”

You nearly shake your head before you realize he can’t see you.

“No. I’m with Johnny and Jaehyun.” You exhale, nudging the man behind you with your elbow emitting a groan of agony from him.

“What are y’all gonna see?”

Jaehyun goes to lean on the tiled wall of the restroom, staring you down ambiguously.

“Johnny wanted me to come along so I just went along- I was actually working on a puzzle at home and now I’m in the restroom talking to you.” You ramble making your boyfriend chuckle.

“Cute. Tell the boys I say hello and let me know if you get home safe, alright?”

You hear the clicking of his car and come up with the conclusion he must be driving himself home from work now.

“Alright. Love you, bub.”

“Love you too, babe.”

The line cuts there as he hangs up and you let your hand fall from your ear, putting the phone away in your pocket. Jaehyun remains wordless with his arms crossed, jaw clenched for a reason you don’t know. Your brow raises as a way of saying ‘what was that?’

“The uh movie’s about to start.”

You nod, “I was just on my way out.”

The silence holds tension as you dry your damp palms on your jeans.

“Listen-I’m sorry, okay?-”

Your fingers fluff your hair out in the mirror idly while his eyes remain focused on you but you react in a way that shows you are not phased

“For what exactly? Making me feel guilty for feelings you have for me or being an asshole?” You spit shamelessly, recalling the way he spoke in the car.

“All of it. I shouldn’t intrude on what you and Mark have going on.” The look in his eyes shows sincerity, differing from the pompous attitude he held up in the car.

This is what you wanted so you nod; not adding or rejecting the words he says because it no longer matters. Not when you and his best friend are happily together and he cares for you much more than Jaehyun ever could because as he admitted in the car; lust is the only thing motivating him to feel anything for you. This condition was seamless, he’d leave you alone. This apology is now timelessly effective.

“Great. See ya out there.” Before he can say anything, you are out of his sight and he is left with the swinging sound of the door.

There’s a lot of things that come with being a girlfriend; a good one at that. There’s holding hands, gift-giving, and the occasional late-night phone conversations discussing what you would do the next time you met up with one another. Mark is one of the most affectionate people you’ve ever been with; attentive to your mood switches but never pestering you regarding the matter and when time permitted he’d fuck the absolute shit out of you. You were more than surprised with his performance given the way he usually came off gentle but you had come to find out that you judged so incorrectly.

You recall the first time it happened, laid on his bed and working on assignments since he insisted he felt most productive with you around and you obliged, taking your textbook over to his room, putting a good dent in your calculus homework until you heard him shuffling across the room to trail over to you with dark eyes, differing from the usual dark brown. His hand pushed your textbook closed, sliding it to the ground while your lips fell open in exasperation and his hand made its way to your thigh before you crane your neck up to look up from the book that was now splayed on the ground to peer up at him with a pout.

“What-”

Lips met yours and you immediately forgot about the textbook, letting your fingers tangle themselves in his bleached strands, moaning into his mouth giving the chance for his warm tongue to slide between your lips. You become aware of his hard-on rubbing your thigh, pulling away for a moment to look at him with curious eyes, a smirk decorating his slightly swollen lips.

“I don’t mean to be so straight forward but is it too early in our relationship for me to fuck you?”

Mark’s vulgar words ignite a heat in your tummy before it resides in between your legs as he presses himself between your legs.

“Nuh-uh.”

That’s all it takes for sounds of fabric tearing and you are trying to keep up with his rough kisses and quick hands that palm your breast through your shirt before he pulls it down to wrap his lips around your pert nipple and your lungs forget how to act while your back arches into his touch, forgetting how it felt to have someone pleasure you. His mouth meets yours in a searing kiss while his hands pull your white, lacey panties down before carelessly throwing them to the other side of the room and his lips trail kisses down to where you need the most attention, letting his warm breath meet your clit devoiding it of care as he sucks on the skin of your thighs surely leaving gifts for you to view later. Your whimpers are incessant as he continues his torture and his fingers brush down your slit making you shudder.

“Sensitive little thing aren’t you?”

“More please.” You plead.

His fingers rub against your entrance, coating your arousal evenly before slipping one inside of you emitting a sigh of relief from you while your back arches into his touch. It was too good that your hands found themselves going to grab at his wrist but his free hand caught them, smacking you away for you to seek shelter in the sheets around you. His lips press against your clit, softly kissing it while adding a finger to further the stretch, pumping them out at a quicker pace while the obscene sound of squelching meets the wall along with your mewls while you try not to moan too loudly. Your senses feel like they’re mushed as your vision blurs and your body vibrates as Mark hums against your pussy and before you can register it ecstasy thrums through you. Your teeth bite down on your index and you only realize when you open your eyes to peer down at your boyfriend who’s lip glistens with your release. He climbs up so his face is near yours again, your thumb gliding across his coated lips before you bring it to your mouth, giggling at nothing in particular while Mark’s gaze stays on your face. Your lips meet his for a moment before you move them down to his neck, licking and sucking at his tan skin while your hand goes to tug his length out of his shorts. A sharp exhale from his lips encourages you to continue your movements as his skin heats up against yours and he pushes you away, pinning your wrists on either side of your head while you squeal at the swift motion but enjoy the firm grip he keeps on you.

“Tell me how bad you want me.” He whispers into your ear, letting the tip of his nose graze yours before sucking your bottom lip into his mouth.

Your hips rise to grind your center against his length and his body presses against you to halt your advances, feeling his bare length brush against you.

“Want you so bad.” You plead shamelessly.

Flipped onto your stomach in a split second you feel his tip glide across your slit deliciously before he slips himself into you without any warning and you feel like the air is too thin to breathe in, your mind foggy with pleasure as his hips set a sensual pace while your shallow gasps sound. Your head is buried into the pillow, muffling your sounds until you feel his hand hold your neck firmly while his other hand has its fingertips pressing into your waist.

“Wanna hear you.”

You grunt in response as his pace quickens and the obscene sounds of skin against skin hits the walls and his dick brushes your g-spot repeatedly making your eyes roll to the back of your head, pushing your ass up to him automatically giving into the heat you feel unfurl through your core. His hands never stop wandering as he accommodates you by gripping your upper arms to pull you against him all while his hard thrusts never falter. You were insane for ever doubting him for even a second, mentally apologizing for your fault; for even thinking of Jaehyun the way you did when you had something so good and healthy with Mark.

“M’ gonna cum.” You declare breathlessly, laying your head on Mark’s chest while he wraps an arm around you to keep your incapable body against him while his other hand goes to play with your clit forming stars in your vision.

“T-too good.”

A chuckle rumbles through his firm chest. “You’re not gonna take what I give you baby?”

The motherfucker knows you can’t respond while his cock is literally brushing your cervix.

“Want me to stop fucking you, hm?”

In fear of him halting his movements you muster words through your shallow pants.

“No! Please make me cum!”

His hands palm your breasts, adding to the stimulation and you swear you are on cloud nine when your vision goes out for a moment but it has no importance when the most brain-wracking orgasm thrums through you while he fucks you through it holding you tighter against him like he’s afraid you’ll disappear in thin air. Peppering gentle kisses on your neck, differing to the sins he committed on your body.

“Shit.” He says when he notices the wetness on his sheets. You come to, looking down at the moisture dripping down your thighs and the wet spots on the sheets, clenching around him in embarrassment.

“Fuck, I didn’t-” You began declaring an apology before his lips meet yours, straying soon after.

“That was so fucking hot.” He smiles, pressing his lips to yours again while his hands glide all over your sweaty body.

This is good. Things are good. You just had to learn how to ignore the looming thoughts of someone you swore could beat the standard your boyfriend reached.

Back at the shared apartment you mostly stayed in your room working on assignments that were not due for several weeks with the hopes of avoiding Jaehyun who became strangely cordial towards you with the reciprocation of that attitude from you. This new energy between you ignited a pain within you because his apology was sincere and he backed up his words with the way he interacted with you daily. Shutting your laptop closed, you pad your way to the kitchen for a drink of water, grabbing one from the fridge hastily before chugging down half the bottle. Shuffling is heard from down the hall making you turn to see where the sound is coming from to spot a head of wet hair that leads down a bare torso to a white towel obstructing your view of the rest of your roommate’s body; not that you had any reason to want to see any of it. Jaehyun is quick to enter his room, oblivious of your stunned figure standing in the kitchen losing your breath over the sight of him. Averting your gaze back to your water bottle, you sigh out in an attempt to clear your head. All this time you put all the frustration you had pent up for him towards hating him and it made sense then but now you were simply classified as a bitch if you were mean to him when he was so nice to you now. The door of his bedroom opens again making your neck turn towards the sound of his footsteps meeting his friendly grin with a similar expression.

“You alright?” He says with a quirked brow. You nod quickly, picking up your water as a poor way to mask your fidgeting.

“Just dehydrated is all.”

He frowns, placing his hand on your forehead checking your temperature.

“What are you-”

“Feel sick at all? I know with school starting and all it’s anxiety inducing.”

The Med student in him rears its head as he takes his hand away from your forehead and glances at you intently waiting for a response while you stand with your mouth agape thinking of a coherent sentence because he’s so attractive and you are such a bad person and such a bad girlfriend.

“I-I’m alright, really. It’s very sweet of you to check.” You chuckle as a toothy smile spreads across his face and you swear you see his eyes glimmer in the kitchen's lighting. He spares you another smile before darting his eyes to a spot behind you before his gaze meets yours again.

“I’m making us dinner tonight-”

Your eyes widen and your cheeks flush at the way his words come out and he notices the look on your face at the way the words could be interpreted after he swore he was changing phases with you. No amount of him being a jerk would make you fall for him like an idiot-plus you are dating his best friend. Jaehyun shakes his head, scoffing at his words that he wishes he could erase from the air as he clears his throat to utter an apology to you a soft palm slaps his arm playfully.

“No way, what are you making?- Can I help?” You perk enthusiastically, looking up at him with wide eyes. He recalls that look in your eyes from New Years as you looked up at Mark with hazy eyes in your vulnerable intoxicated state but now you are fully sober and there is nothing to blame it on other than the sheer fact that you had no idea what effect you have on him. You had no clue what he was willing to put on the line for you- for just a taste-

“Jaehyun?” You repeated as he stood frozen, glaring at you with his dark eyes that blink incessantly as he snaps out of it.

“Sorry- brain’s lagging from all the studying- but why don’t you go wash up and I’ll handle dinner.”

Your lips form a frown as you become vigilant of his usual aura becoming invisible- usually he seemed so certain in all of his actions with all of the smart comments he’d shoot at you when the possibility of being cordial was never presented. The scolding water hitting your skin in the shower makes the thoughts in your head run wild. Was it a bit masochistic to say you prefer the way things were before? What was there to even talk about with him now? Climate change or the way the economy was ready to fail us all? A groan rattles through you as you slide your bare body down the tiled wall of the shower. Hating him was much more fun than this. Finally ending your pathetic excuse of a pity party you dress yourself in an oversized pullover that definitely belonged to Mark along with shorts before padding out of the steamy bathroom with your damp curls sticking to the nape of your neck. It seems Jaehyun had everything set up for dinner prior to informing you about it since the table is already set with two plates that consist of generous portions. Setting the last utensil down he looks up at you with raised brows.

“There you are. Feeling better?”

You forget what he is referring to and think you have been caught and that he somehow heard your thoughts in the shower causing you to stand rigid with wide eyes as he tilts his head awaiting an answer.

“Oh yeah. All good. Food looks great, by the way.” Your feet pad over to the chair pulling it out before sitting down feeling eyes burn a hole through your form. He takes that as his cue to take a seat across from you who struggles to meet his eyes, a visible wince evident when you finally do.

“I hope it’s not too spicy.”

You shake your head at his words, cutting a piece of the chicken on your plate and popping it into your mouth, eyes widening at how good the food is.

“No way this is actually good.”

An offended gasp comes from him. “You’re surprised I can conjure up a decent meal?”

A chuckle comes from you, hand coming up to cover your mouth. “Honestly?”

His eyes form a squint along with the appearance of the craters in his cheeks. “That would be preferred.”

“Surprised is an understatement.” You jab playfully.

The tension seems to wither away as you fork away at the contents on your plate, finishing most of it before you lean back in your seat absentmindedly watching the way his jaw clenches when he chews before your eyes catch the veins in his larger hands and you don’t realize that he’s watching you gnaw on your index finger while you blatantly gawk at his hands-he swears he’s imagining the far away look on your face because although he is focusing on being better towards you that changes none of the desires he holds for you but he’s determined to stray away from the asshole you coined him as. It’s not until he goes to stand up that your eyes move up to look him in the eye.

“Let me help with the dishes.” You softly declare through your pouty lips and he swears his knees buckle at the sight of them. You’re quick on your feet when you rise from your chair, taking his plate from his hands to trail over to the sink with them, running warm water over the plates and you turn to find him bringing over the cups. You quietly thank him as you let the sponge scrub against the porcelain while his warmth radiates on to you as he stands near you. The only thing that can be heard is the water's movement while you rinse the silverware of the soapy substance before setting them on the rack to dry all while you try to ignore the feeling of his eyes burning into your skin. You turn your neck to meet his eyes. He sports a grin on his face as he just gazes at you in silence.

“Thanks, I really appreciate it.”

Your damp hands forget about ever washing the dishes as your eyes blink multiple times and you are struggling to generate a response.

“Of course. Thanks for dinner.”

A silent nod is all he returns before he wishes you a goodnight, leaving you breathless as you soon hear the click of his shutting bedroom door.

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