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Playing Games

You didn't yet see my worth, so you try to play me. But I was so in love that I just got a little bit too complicated.

▪︎ Summary: A chaotic New Year's party makes you rethink the kind of relationship you've been having with Donghyuck for the past few months. He is a player, but you love the game.

▪︎ Pairing: Lee Donghyuck x female reader

▪︎ Genres: friends with benefits, smut, angst

▪︎ Word count: 7.4k (I'm so sorry.)

▪︎ Warnings: explicit sexual content, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT; profanity; substance consumption; toxic behavior. (Please let me know if I missed something.)

Listen to the playlist here. | Click to see Hyuck's moodboard.

Author's note: This is my secret santa gift for @neochan as part of the event hosted by @neowritingsnet . Hey Sam, I was your secret santa! Happy holidays and I hope you can enjoy the fic :) Didn't have the time to get it proof read so I'm really sorry about that.

Lolo.

1. Forget about it, forget about him

"How are you surviving the New Year's party?"

Your question takes Rina by surprise, since you see her get a little scared when she hears your voice from behind. But, seeing that it's only you, it doesn't take long for that beautiful smile that characterizes her to reappear.

"It's going really well, I think." She answers by returning her gaze to the front, where your group of friends is preparing for the main event of the night.

It's exactly two minutes to midnight. You know this not only because of the gigantic TV screen in the living room of the mansion—that has been broadcasting the countdown to the new year in different parts of the world since you arrived at the boys' house— but because you can also feel it in the air.

Aeri is helping Mia bring the glasses into the living room and set them ready for the cocktail party. Donghyuck is arguing with Jaemin because he's not helping Jisung with the Champagne bottles he's too scared to open. Chenle's laughter can be heard from the kitchen followed by some groans, and Mark telling him "it's not funny at all". You only find out what the mess is about when Jeno comes and lights up the room with his eye smile, telling the guys that Mark splashed his own eyes cutting the lime for the margaritas, and now he can't see anything.

You and Renjun share a cigarette on the balcony, now with Rina on your side.

"You know things are about to get weird, right?" Renjun asks the girl.

"Yeah, the other girls warned me you have this tradition going on," she starts. "No one leaves without a kiss from your New Year's parties." And her face flushes red as he finishes the sentence with his eyes locked on Donghyuck, who is finally pouring the champagne into the glasses with a smirk, looking as handsome as ever.

The action doesn't go unnoticed by you or Renjun, so you decide to push the new girl a little more. "You've got someone in mind?"

"Well…" She laughs, and without taking her eyes off him, she drops it: "I might go for Donghyuck."

The clock strikes midnight and the cheers are heard, both inside the mansion and outside in the street. As you approach inside to celebrate and drink the champagne together with your friends, you are surprised and intercepted by your friend Aeri, who plants a quick New Year's kiss on your lips before throwing herself into her boyfriend's arms and doing the same with him. You just laugh it off and empty the drink in your glass to set your eyes on a different pair meters away from you.

Rina had been the newest addition to the group, and obviously, before inviting her to the mansion and one of the chaotic New Year's Eve parties, someone had to warn her how things were. It was only fair that Rina was aware of an agreement made years ago between you and your friends: everyone gets at least one midnight kiss during the new year celebration. She was told just enough to try to survive the night.

The mansion is the boys' rented house and private studio. All of them have been making good amounts of money in the music industry lately, gaining popularity really fast, and it's a privilege that she isn't paying anymore to enter a party in the mansion.

It wasn't her fault that no one told her that something has been going on between you and Donghyuck for months, and that you were hoping that he wouldn't kiss anyone but you that night. When you didn't tell Rina anything as soon as she said she wanted to go for him, you were only waiting to test Donghyuck.

Because if you think about the situation, it was all his fault, honestly.

Everyone in your friend group knows Donghyuck and you have been exclusively seeing each other for months now. Your girl friends know very well he isn't afraid to fill your ears with sweet things and words of affection when you are alone. Yet, he won't show you around and would act like you're no more than friends when there's someone else.

You still don't know what his problem is, but you are growing sick and tired of crying for nights because he won't talk to you. Instead, he would have you thinking you did something wrong to upset him or that he doesn't care about you anymore, to then come and act like he didn't just ignore you for days. But you aren't going to take your anger on Rina.

You are going to do it on Donghyuck later, definitely.

Lee Donghyuck, or one of the most recognized and well paid r&b artists from this new movement of kids coming up in the industry, making some of the best music of the continent independently. But for the ones who know him privately, he’s just a kid wasting a lot of talent and potential, who's only got a big ton of pressure on his shoulders and stacks of money he doesn't know how to spend more than on parties, alcohol, and drugs.

He’s also the boy you've been chasing and trying to get with for years. And now that you have him, you can't lose him just like that.

If he kisses Rina right in front of you and everyone else when he refuses to do that with you, that's going to be the straw that breaks the camel's back.

The white lights go down until it is only the colored lights hanging from the tall ceiling, and the Christmas lights taped on the wall that illuminate the room very dimly. You can appreciate some of your best friends still exchanging their midnight kisses. You can also spot Jaemin in one corner pouring out one margarita after another, and Donghyuck with Rina huddled against the wall in the other corner of the room. The millisecond he makes eye contact with you and smiles all the way from there, then returning his attention to Rina is actually what sets you on fire. Not in the way you would want to, though.

You don't need to stay there to know Donghyuck's gonna try and play you dirty. And you won't give him the satisfaction of standing there alone, watching him kiss with someone else.

You should have listened to your friends when they told you over and over again that Donghyuck is and always will be a player, not worth all your tears. You should have also heard your other side of consciousness telling you "don't do it, don't go there." But it's too late to regret it when you take the cup from Jaemin's hands and drink all of its contents, then grab the bottle of tequila and Jaemin's hand and drag him with you to the kitchen.

You know Donghyuck like the palm of your hand. You could try and play his games too.

When you set the tequila bottle on the kitchen counter and sit yourself on it to grab Jaemin by the collar and put him between your parted legs, the mischief reaches his eyes and reflects on the smirk of his mouth.

"I feel like we're not here for more margaritas," he says looking into your eyes and placing his hands on your thighs.

You give the bottle one last swallow before confirming his suspicions.

"You're right. Happy New Year."

Kissing Jaemin has always been a pleasure, in every sense of the word. His kisses are as lazy as he is, and feel as full of affection as if you were in love with each other, which makes you think about how there is no doubt why everyone falls in love with him so easily.

His lips taste like salt and lime, and explore yours sweetly until he opens his way to the inside of your mouth. There, the salty taste is replaced by a sweetness that contrasts with the rest of his movements. His hands caress your legs, look to get you closer to his body, squeezing your thighs and butt and making you approach the edge of the counter, but never completely losing that calm that characterizes him. Jaemin is the perfect definition of a tease.

"Thought we wouldn't be doing this anymore." You feel the vibrations of his vocal chords under your lips that leave his neck wet with kisses. When you don't answer him, he cups your face separating you from his skin, and makes you look him in the eyes. "Aren't you and Hyuck together?"

Well, that's a hard question. Because it seems like it depends on the situation and the mood. When Donghyuck feels like treating you like his girlfriend, you really feel like the luckiest girl in the world. He's sweet, caring, and funny. He comes to your home to share dinner with your family and spend the night, and you do the same at his. He even let you spend the entire Christmas day at the mansion—and you know that's something reserved for the couples only. You had morning sex, breakfast together, opened presents, and even cuddled while watching movies until it was dark outside.

You could say you are together only when he's feeling like giving you his attention. The rest of the time, you only try to figure out his feelings: when he will disappear for an entire day, won't talk to you for a week or will get mad if you go partying without him, but then flirt with other girls right in front of you.

Following that line of thought:

"No, we are not together." You finally tell Jaemin.

He only clicks his tongue and shakes his head, before moving closer to your ear to whisper. "That's a shame, because I think this would be much hotter if you were."

It sends a shiver down your spine and settles a strange feeling in your stomach at the same time. It's kind of frustrating, the way no matter how much you want to get Donghyuck out of your head and just have a good time with other boys, you can't get yourself to do it.

Donghyuck doesn't need to know, but it's not the first time you try forgetting you're mad at him with a little help from others. And that's the thing about it: that you only ever get to try, because the guilt takes over you despite how he has neglected and hurt you, and you end up going back to him over and over.

That unsettling feeling washes over you like a bucket of cold water, so you have to separate Jaemin from your lips before apologizing and rushing out of the kitchen to find your friends.

2. I think I wanna kiss you, right here in front of everybody

"You know what's your problem? You're always being too nice." Mia leans on the balcony railing with a joint between his lips, and stretches an open hand to you. The lighter lands on her palm and she's quickly lighting up the rolled paper, passing it to you after a couple of deep puffs.

"Well," you start exhaling the smoke. "That depends on who's saying it."

"You just need to fuck someone else, not letting remorse or sad feelings get in between. Just to know if you really wanna stop seeing Hyuck after it or not."

"But you don't understand," the lump in your throat can be noticed through your shaky voice, and the tears begin to threaten to fall from your eyes so Aeri—who has positioned herself in front of you and is covering you from the rest of the people inside the party—takes your hand and gives it a little comforting squeeze. "I've liked him for so long. I really, really only want to be with him."

"You really want to be with someone who's been making you cry for months now? I remember you having more sad than happy nights," Mia points out once again. You quickly dry your tears with your hands before they keep falling. "Even on fucking New Year's. New Year's party and you're crying over this dickhead." She says in disbelief.

"Must be some reaaally good dick if it got you this down bad."

The three of you manage to laugh at Aeri's comment, thankfully. You maintain the order of the round and pass the joint back to Aeri.

"It is," you confess, blowing out the smoke. "He really is that good."

"Does he at least make you cum?"

"Not all the time—"

"Then you have to leave him, sister." Mia interrupts. There's a smile on her face now that indicates she's just half-joking.

"But he's seriously so good!" You shake your head in frustration followed by an exasperated sigh. It's embarrassing to say it out loud, but your friends had known you for years, and they know that this talk and all the shed tears won't change a thing. "You know I'm not leaving him."

"Yeah, I know this conversation is fucking pointless." Mia's face is illuminated by the light from her cell phone when she takes it out ready to play one of her latest obsessions. Cats Café, a new game that locks her up in your bathroom for hours, playing seated on your toilet and leaving you and Aeri hanging out in the living room of your house, just the two of you during girls' nights. "Just please, try to keep in mind how bad you've had it the last few days the next time he tries to sugarcoat you with his words."

"You wouldn't be having such a bad time if you were going out with me, instead of him."

"Aeri, you literally have a boyfriend." You tell her with a roll of your eyes. 

"And you literally took my midnight kiss in front of him, with no complains," she replies to you. "And Mark told me he wouldn't care if I ever wanna try something with a girl!"

"Wait," you observe Mia pause his game and look up at your other friend with furrowed eyebrows. "You mean as in a threesome?"

"Who's having a threesome?" Donghyuck asks throwing his arm around Aeri's shoulders, and taking the drink out of her hands to empty it down his throat.

"The three of us," she answers looking at Donghyuck with a smile, and doing a circular motion with her hand pointing at you, Mia, and herself.

His eyes open up in astonishment when you laugh hearing Aeri's words, but an amused smile takes over his face at the same time. "That's extremely unfair, don't you think?"

"Want me to film it for you? So you don’t miss out." You ask him in return.

"I'd rather film you and me, alone." He says in a teasing tone.

"Okaaaaaay," Mia gets up from her place to shove her phone down her jean pockets and starts walking back inside. "Can't a girl play Cats Café in peace without having to listen to you being some horny motherfuckers all the time?!"

"Go get fucked, Mia." Donghyuck tells your friend and you get to punch him in the arm when he comes to stand to your left, which gets him laughing and complaining.

Mia only points her middle finger at him and yells something like “I'll ask your brother.” Next thing you know, Mark has joined Aeri on the balcony after communicating that Mia and Jeno have, in fact, taken over his room to do God knows what, and you are lighting up the second joint of the night with Donghyuck standing very close to your side. 

The four of you smoke in silence until there are only a few puffs left before it goes out. When the stub comes back to you, you light it again sure you'll be the one to finish it off.

Donghyuck watches you exhale the smoke from your lungs and then looks down at the joint between your fingers. He's not going to ask for it, so you raise your hand to the level of his mouth and position the end of it between his lips—which feel as soft as ever, and he leaves a little tempting kiss on your fingertips.

A few meters away from you the party is still going on. Sweaty bodies, blinding colored lights, and wet tongues that move to the rhythm of an ear-piercing song played by Renjun. He is a genius, the best of them all when it comes to producing music, and it shows in the way he makes you feel like your heart is gonna come out of your chest when he plays with the console.

It could be the music, the weed, the alcohol, the boy in front of you—who is looking into your eyes like you're the only one at the party, as if you were his favorite and he hadn't had multiple girls hitting on him all night—or a mix of all that, but you start to believe he got you hypnotized. You know you could have anyone else too, but it's never enough if they aren't Donghyuck.

He takes a hit making it burn until he hurts your fingers, so you have to move them away from his lips. However, the pain isn't enough to bring you back to reality, and a little touch on his lips doesn't calm the incessant desire you have to kiss him—it shows in the dilated pupils of your eyes that look for his gaze, in your agitated breathing, and in his sly smile as if he was reading all your thoughts.

What does it take to break Lee Donghyuck?

The tension can be felt in the air, so your friends are quick to leave the two of you alone in the balcony, maybe hoping you would sort your feelings out.

"Kiss me? Please, kiss me."

After throwing the end of the joint to the floor, he gently caresses your face with his nose and hugs your waist to get you closer, forcing you to cross your arms behind his neck.

You continue begging in his ear. "No more hiding, Hyuck."

His nose reaches your neck where you feel him plant a subtle wet kiss and then leave an intense bite. His teeth scraping your skin while his two hands squeeze your butt, drawing you firmly into his body. One last suck to your neck that you're sure will be leaving a mark, and then he's getting off you, staring down as if nothing just happened.

"Just came here to tell you we'll be leaving to Yangyang's."

Donghyuck lights up a cigarette and goes back inside without another word, probably hoping you'll go after him since that's what you've gotten him used to; you can't deny it.

You often feel like his babysitter and his mother at the same time: making sure that he won't make stupid decisions when he's out and intoxicated, that he won't miss any important schedules, that he can communicate himself better with his friends and family. You've been Donghyuck's unconditional support from the day you met, but since he's shown nothing in return it has started to feel like a burden. Like trying to make an already grown man grow. You know that it isn't your responsibility, though, and that he isn't likely to change for good.

You can't break Lee Donghyuck, but you still like to try.

3. Tell her sweet lies

A quick stop before heading to the after-party at Yangyang's has Donghyuck's car sitting in the McDonald's parking lot, while he and Rina order takeout after you said you were feeling extremely hungry. It's you and Mia waiting inside, sitting on the heated seats with music blasting from the stereo.

You've made sure to make the ride awkward enough for Rina after you saw her with Donghyuck, caressing the nape of his neck and hair and squeezing his thigh as he drove in front of her. You know it's not an idea that Donghyuck likes too much, but the anger caused by his rejection combined with the desinhibition caused by the weed has you making bad decisions.

Donghyuck has left his phone unlocked for you to be able to change the music while he's gone. So you take the opportunity to enter his text messages and look for you and Mia's names through the chats.

Multiple results from the times you have been mentioned appear instantly. Some are funny ones, some are the result of important conversations in your group chat, and others are part of the private chats between Donghyuck and some of the boys.

"Did you know Yangyang talks about you to Donghyuck?" You ask Mia with a smirk.

"Oh my god!" She rips the phone out of your hands before you can get to read what it's about. "You're not reading that out loud."

Her pupils narrow when she brings the light of the screen closer to his eyes, to read the conversations between her "best friend" and Donghyuck. You immediately think that there can't be anything wrong with it because of the smile that Mia can't contain while she scrolls down the screen.

Mia throws the phone back at you and hides her blushed face on her hands before you can make fun at her.

"What is it?" You ask laughing. “Are you ever gonna stop messing around with other boys and confess to him?”

"I think he likes me," she says now looking at you, her cheeks still red from the temperature.

"Yeah, I think so too. I think he fucks you for a reason."

"Shut up! What does it say about you?"

You laugh once more and grab the phone, making sure to touch the screen before it locks up. The first mention of your name is from a chat from tonight, in which Donghyuck asked you if you wanted him to pick you up to go to the mansion. A few more meaningless mentions in your private conversation with him here and there. Some pictures and messages that you exchange that there's no chance to reveal. Lastly, you find several mentions of you in a private chat with Jaemin, which makes you curious so you open it to read the full conversations.

"There's something off here," you tell Mia with a furrow of your brows.

A little bit of concern is shown in her voice after watching your expression. "Huh? What is it?"

"He's been talking to Jaemin… And Jaemin asked if we've fucked." You tell your friend without stopping from scrolling through Donghyuck's phone, a deeper frown taking over your face the more you read his conversations with Jaemin that involve you.

"What did Hyuck say?"

"'I fucked her so good she won't go looking for you or any other guy ever again.'" You read Donghyuck's reply to Jaemin out loud. So that means he knew about you and Jaemin all this time. "'She gets so desperate for me it makes me sick, you can't imagine how much she cums when she's riding me–"

"I think that's enough." Mia scratches the phone from your hands and blocks it to prevent you from reading any more texts. A short silence falls between the two of you before she's speaking again. "I saw them kiss at midnight."

"Who?"

"Donghyuck and Rina."

Disgust quickly takes over your face and you feel like throwing up, the hunger you felt earlier leaving your body in an instant. It's been too much in such a short period of time.

The atmosphere in the car becomes awkward once more, a heavy trap base being the only sound filling the space. You don't really want to turn to look at the backseat where Mia sits because your teary eyes would give you away. You have known her long enough to be sure she won't hesitate destroying Donghyuck's car with a bat this time if she ever sees you crying because of him, again. And once you finally have such a good and stable group of friends, you don't want to ruin it just because you wanted to get involved with one of them and it turned out wrong.

You also knew who you were messing with since the start, but you still decided to ignore everything that Hyuck is and fall into lust and believe in his promises.

"He also said he doesn't really like me."

"Now that's ridiculous." Mia lets out a scoff.

You shrug, "It's what it said. That I’m only a good fuck."

"Hyuck has been seeing you for months, and you are going to believe what a silly text message says?" You feel Mia place her torso between the two front seats to try to meet your gaze while questioning you. "You know Hyuck becomes an asshole when he's with Jaemin," she continues. "He would say whatever bullshit to try to look cool–"

"But we haven't been doing so well lately."

"He likes you," she still tries to reassure you.

"Mia, it's fine. I don't care." You cut her off, crossing your arms and sulking in the passenger's seat. That tense silence keeps falling between both of you until she decides to speak.

"You can be sad about it, you know, he was being an asshole." She tells you in a much calmer tone, placing a hand on your left shoulder.

"I said it's fine." You turn to look at her the moment Donghyuck makes it back to the car with Rina, and takes his seat behind the steering wheel, passing the bags of takeout to Mia and placing yours in the middle of the car. Your eyes never meet Mia or Rina though, falling on Donghyuck's subtle smile, and getting lost in his glazed up eyes until you decide to lie to yourself for the millionth time that night. "I don't like him anyway."

Donghyuck looks a little lost as his eyes start wondering from you to Mia after hearing that last sentence. "Who's this guy we don't like?" You only smile in return, and ask him to take you home because you are too tired and intoxicated. He's quick to comply with your request, answering in a sweet and even more intoxicating tone than every other substance you had that night. "Of course, baby."

The car ride is awfully quiet when Donghyuck drops Mia and Rina at Yangyang's and, after a weird exchange of looks between Hyuck and the boys, the two of you continue your way to your house.

The night has gone from bad to terribly bad, and you're not sure how much longer you can take. After reflecting on every conversation you had with your friends tonight, you finally decide to speak.

"I think we should quit it."

He stops the car at the door of your house and looks at you with a crooked eyebrow. "What?" The disgust is evident in the tone of his voice.

"I just–" you struggle to take the words out. You aren't sure if you should tell him how hurt it made you that he talks like that about you with his friends, without shame or respect for your privacy. You aren't sure if you can reproach him for having been with other girls when you have also done it, when he has made clear you two are nothing more than fuck buddies, and when you agreed on it. "I know we'll never be in a real relationship, but I don't think you're treating me right, okay?"

Donghyuck lets out a scoff and his hands fall off the steering wheel like dead-weight. An expression on his face that tells you he's already done with this conversation. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"That it feels like I'm a game to you? That you only want me around when your dick is in need or whatever?"

"I just spent like a hundred on food for you and your friends. Again, what the fuck are you talking about?"

"And I don't want your fucking food, okay? I don't care how much money you spend on me," you say looking at him with teary eyes at this point. "What if I just want a hug, a kiss, a little affection, huh? Just that you care for me all the time, you know?"

"Baby," Donghyuck looks for your hands and you let him intertwine your fingers over the middle of the car. "But I show you my affection all the time," he says with a sweeter tone now.

"But not in front of others," you shake your head. He squeezes your hands and his thumbs caress the back of your hands, making it even harder to contain all your emotions. "It's like you're scared of others finding out, like you're ashamed. When literally everyone knows we're seeing each other."

"We've kissed in front of others multiple times."

"Yeah, but all those times you've been drunk off your ass and high as a kite. Like I'm just a random girl for you to hook-up at parties."

Donghyuck bites his lower lip to contain a smile, and gets closer to you to speak in your ear. "What if I told you you make me nervous when I'm sober?"

"Get off, you're ridiculous."

"But you know you are the only one I really like."

That's what makes you stop fighting him to search for his eyes. You know it isn't the best option, that he always tricks you into thinking whatever he wants when he looks at you oh so sweetly, even if he makes no sense, but you are hoping to finally find the truth somehow.

"Some things tell me otherwise. Mia told me–"

"Your friends are lying to you, might be trying to fuck up what we have."

“She told me you kissed Rina.”

“I didn’t,” he says. “I swear I didn’t. Nothing happened between me and her.”

His gaze is cold and his lips a straight line devoid of emotion, while he still holds you by the arms preventing you from getting out of the car. And that sentence feels like it's enough to ruin all the good things you've been through together. He keeps lying, talking about your intimacies with his friends, ignoring your feelings, and pretending that he really cares about you.

You open the car door and get out to slam it again, pretty sure it might leave the lock damaged. Outside the temperature is very low despite the fact that it is about to dawn, the sky turning purple and slowly turning off the stars. So you rush to open the door of your house before freezing outside, but especially because you hear Donghyuck get out of the car too and call your name closer and closer, indicating that he has no intention of ending the talk yet.

4. She knows what I am, and she loves and evades what I am

"I'm staying over." He says making his way through your door, shutting it and blocking it once the two of you are inside.

"No you're not." The walk down to your room gets constantly interrupted by him trying to reach for you and stopping you from moving any more. He grabs your arms to get you to look at him, so when he finally makes you turn around and you see his face, you break down. "Fuck you, Donghyuck! I told you you're not staying."

"Yeah, I am. And I'mma fuck you silly."

"No you're fucking not."

"Gonna take all that anger out of you."

"Fuck you, asshole." You almost spit in his face trying to talk to him at his same height.

"Is that what you want?" He asks, grabbing your jaw with one hand and forcing you to keep the eye contact, the other hand placing you flush from his body. "Fuck you so good you don't even understand why you got so mad in the first place?"

Your eyes fall to his gripped teeth and to his lips, wet with spit from all the previous arguing looking more tempting than usual.

You have to admit that, if you really think about it, it didn't make much sense why you got so mad at him. He already made it clear to you that absolutely nothing happened between him and Rina or anyone else all night while you, instead, jumped to conclusions and went looking for unwarranted revenge.

Maybe you and Mia thought he was being an asshole and was making fun of you when, in reality, that isn't much like Hyuck. What if it really was just a stupid conversation between boys? What if it was his way of showing off, of presuming to Jaemin about your relationship because he felt proud of you?

Because if he supposedly gets as sick of you as he said in the text messages, then why would he decide to be with you again?

A gasp comes out from your open mouth when you feel his hand squeezing on your ass and pushing you even closer to him.

"I just want you to be honest with me." You reply in a whisper. The smile that gets over his features is wicked, and his left hand tightens his grip around your face one last time before he shoves you to the bed.

An airy laugh comes out of him. "Silly girl gets angry and if I fuck her she calms down."

He gets over you placing both hands on the sides of your head and looks into your eyes once more. But there's something different this time. His look is so soft and tender it makes you want to tear up a little. It might show, because Donghyuck pouts lightly before opening his mouth to swear to you: "You know I'd never hurt you on purpose."

It's hard to trust him. But it's also hard to believe he would dare lie to you while looking at you in the eyes that way. So you only grab his locks and pull to give him a kiss full of emotion. There's passion, there's anger, there's pain and there's so much obsession it could be mistaken for love.

His palm travels up and down from your sides, caressing and squeezing firmly, to your back under your top until he unties the straps and gets it out of the way. His fingers explore and touch all the newly exposed skin sending shivers down your spine. He kisses you back aggressively, making you pull on his hair like you know he likes and feeling him grow hard above you.

His hands start to undo the buttons of your jeans and he slides his fingers under it and over your skin, massaging your ass, grinding on you even more.

Small whimpers leave from you and mix with the sighs coming out from his mouth. You take a moment to remove your pants completely, tossing them to the side and quickly starting to get Donghyuck out of his.

When his hands move up again, he gets them under the straps of your panties and moves them down, freeing you from the fabric, parting your legs and giving your clit direct contact with his boxers.

It's always too easy when he's alone with you. He knows perfectly when to kiss you and where to touch you to make you want more of him—an expert of your body, always looking for you to have the best time.

Guilt takes over you for the second time tonight, remembering how selfish you were earlier when you went looking out for his friend, and then getting mad at him when Donghyuck has really been nothing but the sweetest when it's just the two of you.

What was the problem with keeping things private? What was your obsession with him showing you off? You never considered he’s a public figure and he might like his privacy, to keep things on the low because of his fans, the paparazzi and the media who’s never got anything nice to say about him and your friends.

When you get away from him all of a sudden, there's a remaining blush on his cheeks as his lustful but confused eyes follow you, until you get on the floor and land on your knees in between his legs. His pupils expand as you tug on his boxer, grab his semi-hard cock and lick the tip of it. As soon as you repeatedly run your tongue around it, you hear him groan deeply. Not much time passes until he is fully hard while you keep moving your hand along his dick, squeezing and passing your thumb over the tip making Donghyuck hiss, and he pushes your head down to make you wrap your mouth around him one more time.

"Fuuuck baby," he groans one more time before grabbing your shoulders and pushing you away.

You look at him with shiny eyes, your lips red and moisturized with his pre-cum. And because of the way his chest moves up and down from the heavy breathing and the look he's giving you, you think Donghyuck might come just at the sight of you.

He doesn't waste another second to attach your mouths in a desperate kiss, leading you to lay on top of the bed once again. His weight on your body maintains your back pressed against the mattress, and he makes room between your legs. You're sure he's more than ready for you, but you know he always wants to make sure you are fully ready for him. His digits tease your entry and you whine in desperation to just have him. 

"Hyuck," you can't help but cry his name.

"What?" He asks as his fingers keep going in and out of you. The feeling of his lips on yours help you momentarily stop from moaning and complaining.

When he finally breaks the kiss to breathe, you manage to speak. "Quit teasing and fuck me."

He only grins at you and you can finally feel the head of his cock replacing his fingers in your pussy. But he doesn't push in yet. Instead, his fingers coated in your juices come in contact with your lips and somehow you know what he wants.

"Did you have fun playing the angry girlfriend with me?" He comes closer and whispers in your ear as you open your mouth and suck them for him. "Silly girl. Look at you, you are so beautiful." Donghyuck talks in between wet kisses that move from your cheeks to your neck. "How could you believe what your friends say?"

A moan escapes you—whether because of his actions or his words, it doesn't matter too much, because he slams his dick into you, taking away all the air from your lungs.

The oxygen only reaches your blood again once he slightly pulls off to bottom out immediately after, setting a steady pace. You are restricted from making any sounds, as his fingers are still on your mouth while he keeps pleasuring you, obliging you to suck and bite at them because he just feels too good.

Once again, you think every doubt you ever had about him before was dumb, as there isn't a possibility he would want to make you feel this good if he didn't like you at all.

His girth is perfectly adjustable to you and quick to form a knot on the low of your stomach. It would suddenly disappear when he completely pulls out of you and grabs your hips to turn you around, making you stand on your elbows and knees. With your head down on the mattress and ass up in the air, Donghyuck doesn't waste another second and gets inside you.

His thrusts are slow and deep, way too deep. This position allows him perfectly to play with your clit and to squeeze your breasts at the same time, quickly sending you over the edge in a minute, then stopping completely, then stimulating you to the limit over again.

When he finally gets his hands off your body completely, you start to accelerate the pace on your own, fucking yourself on his dick before Donghyuck interrupts suggesting you move to straddle him.

He's quick to get himself sitting with his back against the bed frame, then dragging you to sit comfortably on top of him. Hyuck rubs the head of his dick back and forth between your folds, reaching your clit repeatedly and spreading your wetness all over him, making you whine in the process.

"Hyuck, please." You are a panting mess on top of him, moving yourself to keep the friction stimulating you and sighing dreamily. 

He lets you grind and stimulate your clit through his length for a bit, taking his shirt off in the process and going back to massaging your boobs. You whimper when he manages to sink you down on him without a warning, which makes you fall forward and rest the side of your head on his chest, your ear right above where his heart should be.

His arms embrace your body and press you against his chest that is warm, allowing you to hear the rhythm of his heart, slow and controlled, like you could find all the right answers by just listening to it.

"I would make love to you," he whispers, "but you made me mad with your little scene."

"Hyuck, don't be like that." Your eyes fall shut trying to hold back the tears, when at the same time you desperately want to see his satisfied smile hearing you cry and moan his name as he rolls his hips, stretching your walls again and again without having started to move back and forth again. "Hyuck, fucking move!" You ask desperately, sitting and trying to bounce on him but his hands on your waist keep you in place, glued to his torturing hips.

A strong smack on your right ass cheek makes another filthy sound escape from your lips right before you hear his voice. "Talk to me nicely," he warned.

"Do that again." 

Your plea makes him smile and move your ass up a bit to give you the first thrust after a while. His palm violently comes in contact with your cheek one more time and you fall even forward, hiding your face on his neck and whispering all the praises you could think of in his ear.

"That's it," he says as he continues hitting all the right spots inside you.

When his hand slides between your bodies and finds your clit you can't contain yourself anymore and fully sit on top of him to take a little bit of control, riding him while you chase your orgasm.

Even when you start begging for it over and over, he doesn't say a thing at your tireless plea. He knows you are once again at the verge of it by the way your inner walls clench around him. Instead, he keeps stimulating your clit while squeezing and sucking your boobs. Sitting in the middle of his bed with his dick buried inside you, he makes you work for it until you are coming all over him.

You keep moving, supporting yourself with your arms wrapped around his neck and riding out your orgasm until you feel the cold air hit your nipples, wet with the warmth of Hyuck's mouth before he was moaning out his own orgasm.

"Love you," he places a kiss at the top of your head, and caresses you gently along your back down to your thighs. "You're so, so beautiful."

You open your eyes and take a look at your surroundings while still hiding your face on Donghyuck's neck. Things look blurry and you feel a little dizzy. You're breathing heavily, but not only because of the amazing angry-make up sex you two just had. You're coming back to your senses, and your chest hurts and your eyes sting from holding on the tears; it's everything that happened this night taking over you all at once.

A sip from your nose is what gives you away and makes Donghyuck laugh.

"Aw, baby," he says with a squeeze on your asscheek. "Fucked you so good I got you crying?" Donghyuck takes your face in his hands and forces you to look into his eyes. His thumbs wipe away the thick tears that fall down your cheeks with care, and he kisses the pout on your lips over and over again, until they form a straight line. "Shh, it's okay baby. I know you didn't mean to get mad at me."

You shake your head and open your mouth, determined to speak, to tell him that things can no longer work like this, but you are interrupted by his lips and his hands making you start to move again on his dick, still buried deep inside you.

"I love you," he repeats in between kisses, and you moan. "I love you. Happy New Year."

And this time you shake your head in agreement, up and down in the same way that Donghyuck starts to move your body on him, hoping he would just shut up and stop lying for once. But you try to convince yourself that if you do it all again, that if you choose to keep seeing him, there will be just lust. No playing games, no believing in promises, no loving him, but lust. Because you can't let him go just like that.

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[kdyism]

STUPID CUPID. 

pairing. haechan x reader

genre + themes. friends-to-lovers, fluff, smidge of angst, christmas-themed, college!au.

wc. 5,342 / warning. christmas, mention of kissing, being drunk, dumb decisions, mistletoes.

synopsis. after being victim to jaemin’s cupid-ing last christmas, lee donghyuck has to figure out whether he wants to give up on you or go for it while risking the comfort of your friendship because he think you don’t remember last christmas.   

secret santa hosted by @neowritingsnet​ for @kthpurplesyou​ | hi bee! it’s me santa watermelon aka yunan <3 hoping i was mysterious enough and you are shocked, i hope this fic is to your liking! i switched writing between morning and night so it took longer, i wanted to drop it on dec 20 so that you’d have time before celebrations in case you do. crossing my fingers and sending this out to you, bee, i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it 💞💖💓

yunn says hohoho likes, comments + reblogs are appreciated, i hope everyone else enjoys this quick fic! 

Lee Donghyuck is known for his infectious personality. He can leave a mark of his existence within a few seconds, he knows way too many people and most people would just think he is someone with too much free time on his hands.

“Did you get a name from the box?” unfolding his paper while maintaining a neutral expression, he sits in his usual seat and you bite down on your lips, eyes sparkling as soon as your eyes fall on the unfolded paper in your hand. “Let me guess?” narrowing his eyes, he hums. “...Taeyong,”

Gasping quietly, you nod chaotically and show him the name. “How’d you know?” you ask, a smile crawling onto your cheeks and you twist in his direction, your eyes looking directly behind him.

“When you see someone’s face as much as I've seen yours…” Donghyuck pursues his lips, “I would be an idiot not to know,”

Rolling your eyes at him, you dismiss his comment and continue with your preying. “How’s your schedule for this month?” you inquire, slipping your phone out of your pocket and suddenly, you look determined and shift your eyes back to him. “God, are you that happy?” he churns his face, watching your shake excitedly and your lips barely holding down a grin.

You gush in response, “Of course! You know I want his number,” skipping away from him, all he could do was sigh.

Waving you off, Donghyuck tries to hide his disappointment; unsure whether it was directed towards his paper or because of yours. Lee Taeyong, your most recent crush-ish, is a post-grad whose taking the same course as you for the same reason, extra credit. Donghyuck is already familiar with your boy of the week kind of crush-ishes—it’s not quite a crush, more like surface-level infatuation but if he didn’t know you any better, that’s what he would’ve thought.

However, it has never bothered him. Not until a stupid thing happened last Christmas.

Last Christmas changed everything, no warning or heads-up was given. He still remembers the night, unlike most nights at parties. He was sobered up, mind buzzing with all kinds of things until he was finally asleep on your sofa at almost 4 AM. He blames Na Jaemin for what happened, from his needless matchmaking to his punch-worthy grin, everyone knows that Na Jaemin’s favourite hobby is playing Cupid, going to all sorts of lengths to get his couple of the month to date. Hell, Donghyuck has actively participated in the talking up of girls, spreading rumours and finally, getting the ‘Characters’ to go on their first date.

It was funny and oddly satisfying when they do end up dating, Donghyuck for one wasn’t one to interrupt the fun. Not when he was directly getting the kick out of it. Except, he realized, it’s not very fun when the character line-up had his name written in the main leads.

hyuck💞: im booked all month

hyuck💞: why???? did you have something in mind???

“I hate him.” you declare breaking the silence that he embraced, “He said, ‘Uhhh I don’t know you…’ and left! Ugh, I didn’t think—”

“You didn’t think what? That he would be a normal person and be cautious when a sophomore is asking for his number?” he cuts you off snarkily and you drop your jaws, putting your hands on his shoulder and asking, “And why would he be cautious?”

Cupping your cheeks with a smile, Donghyuck says, “One, you are not me.” raising his brows, you wanted to flick him but you let him continue. “Two, don’t you remember someone leaking Sehun—whose also from post-grad— his number was just spreading like disease between group chats, of course, they’d be more careful,”

Letting out an “Oh”, you pout, slumping weakly as you understand his reason. “Are they friends?” you wonder, Oh Sehun was also hot if your memory serves you well but he rejected you without hesitation and then you killed his memory along with your fascination with him.

“Yeah—we don’t really have that many post-grads,” releasing your cheeks, your face falls before you pull yourself up and you click your tongue at him and he shakes his head.

Donghyuck’s reasoning always changes your mind, he was the reason you were even in the social club, to begin with. He was friends with everyone, always making plans with everyone and you’d barely ever see him if not for your meticulous planning to match your schedule with him since you were naturally more free than he was with both his part-time and his “Hey, whose name did you get?” you ask, remembering that he was friends with Lee Taeyong as well.

“Why would I tell you?” he glares at you, backing away and immediately guesses, “I am not going shopping with you,”

Slapping your hand over your mouth, “How’d you know?” you splurt, your hands dancing in the air trying to show him your surprise. “Yeah, you’re obvious,”

Donghyuck could easily predict what was going on in your mind, not always but usually he could. From his second month of being your friend, he already knew that you thrived on being nosy. The way you made friends with people by letting them complain about their problems to having new crushes on every new person who you saw for the first time—there might be just one reason why Donghyuck would like some distance between the two of you.

“You know mine, why can’t I know yours?” you ask not looking away from him while he packs the study material he already knew you were going to ask that, so he scoffs wearing a smirk. “It’s supposed to be secret santa, not un-secret santa. Now,” he pauses, waiting for you to stand up again and he begins walking out of the hall as you follow closely beside him, mumbling, “That’s unfair…”

“To the cafeteria?” you ask and he nods.

“Yeah. so, I wanted to say but you keep shutting me up—Anyways, I am not going to see you until the Christmas party at Mark’s,” Donghyuck stops as soon as the elevator sounds, “I am blocking you and going on a detox,” stepping into the elevator, he leaves you behind stunned.

Just as the doors slide back, he smiles while saying, “I don’t wanna see your face anywhere near me, okay?”

To hyuck💞: you cant do this you hurt me 🤕🤕

To hyuck💞: im sorry what did i doooo??

To hyuck💞: unblock me plsssss 🙏🙏🙏

To hyuck💞: what will i do without you??? i need you bro

Message failed to send

There aren’t many nights where he quietly stays in his room, ignoring your text and pressing block on you. There have been times like tonight when the heart beating in his chest feels more painful than usual. He has never been the type to cry through the night. The ceiling of his bedroom is comforting, the mould collecting in the corners every winter, reminding him of his chores, and normally, he'd be on his phone scrolling mindlessly through social media and thinking about how he was going to be a better person tomorrow than today. Usually, they happen a lot later than 10 PM and only after he has spent his day with you already.

For one, he’s glad that no one could tell of his awful crush on you.

Christmas has always been easy, it's been pleasant, and unlike most seasons; the holiday season always gets him in the mood for a big gathering, cosying up with his friends and just enjoying their presence without having to mess around and it also makes him less of a troublemaker. He doesn’t follow Yangyang to the skating rink nor does he annoy Renjun in the library and he also leaves Mark to do his good thing of the day without bothering him about that club that opened a block away from college. He was even fine with you telling him that you’d be going out.

With someone who wasn’t him.

He was fine.

Until Last Christmas happened.

“I’m coming in!” Jaemin’s voice brings him back to his room and he sits up, sighing heavily. “Are you staying home tonight?” he asks as soon as the boy enters the room wearing his strawberry-patterned apron that a junior of his gifted him.

“Jeno has a project so he’s staying with his group at the library—I have been left behind,”

Rooming with Jaemin was a last-minute decision, when his dorm lease was up he was going to resign it, however, after your fingers held his hands this spring, shaking with excitement and your lips stretched in a smile, reminding him that you only lived ten minutes away from Jaemin. Before he knew it, he was signing a new contract with Jaemin who couldn't hide his mischievous eyes for him.

"Did you block Y/N?" Jaemin sits on the swivel chair in front of his computer, casually pulling the cord of his wired mouse. "I sent her back home saying you weren't here just now,"

"She came here?" Donghyuck bursts, eyes wide and Jaemin laughs, "Of course not."

Groaning, Donghyuck throws his head back in defeat. "This is all your fault. If I didn't kiss her at that party we wouldn't be going through this," he grumbles, closing his eyes and flashes of last Christmas pass by.

It was picturesque, so perfect and the heat of his lips on yours—he would've never guessed that you'd taste like wine.

You hate wine.

Jaemin rolls his eyes, dismissing the accusation. "It's not my fault you have a superiority complex about knowing where all the mistletoes are,"

Offended by that, Donghyuck gets off his bed and stares down at the boy who continues to grab his copy of the Forza Horizon 4 and strut back to the door. "You hang it up there knowing full well that me and Y/N always take that spot," Donghyuck said and he receives a loud hah from his friend who pulls the door open.

Jaemin looks him straight in the eye, his characteristic sweet smile on his face and he said, "Maybe you should've just been a big boy and kissed me instead,"

And well, he wasn't wrong, so Donghyuck resorts to slamming his face into his pillow and raging at it, screaming while swinging his legs recklessly until his shin stabs against his bed frame and gives him genuine reason to scream out. God, if you were here, you'd have a look of worry painted all over your face while you still laughed at his pain and to be honest, Donghyuck thought you would look nice against the background of his room.

Turning to lie on his stomach, Donghyuck wiggles in his bed to get comfortably under his sheets, and he unlocks his phone, your image glowing on the screen. He has an album full of just you. You love sending him pictures of yourself, outfit of the day, and once in a while, when you look really nice, you'll send him a decent picture that he would lose his mind about but all he responds with is an emoji, the one with two eyes looking sideways.

Gulping down frustratedly, he clicks off his gallery, and suddenly, his screen cuts with notifications.

leemark: u helping on 23?

leemark: please?? jisung broke his arm u know he can't help me now

leemark sent a sticker

you: you owe me one

Working graveyard hours, twelve-to-four, has its unexpected silver lining. Most people are asleep during this time and anyone awake usually just want to get home, aside from the hooligans who mind their own business if you mind your own because of the cameras placed inside the convenience store and the patrol team in the area from two-till-six because of recent crime level increase in the area. To Donghyuck, it was perfect for a decent-paying, low-effort job.

The one downside of this is, you live super close to Jaemin and share the same convenience store as them. Of course, he'd see you if you decided to visit the store at this time.

Donghyuck didn't think of you as someone hot before, casual dating was not his mind when it came to you and you were always busy being interested in whoever is new. Maybe you liked the unfamiliarity of them, the fact you didn't see them for consecutive weeks before they suddenly appeared in front of you, unlike the two of them, Donghyuck has been in your life consistently for the past two years and this year, something changed.

The pulsing of his heart, when the store's automated doors slide open and your familiar pyjama hoodie comes into his view, the way his lungs forget to breathe and he can't tear his eyes off of you until you make your way up to the counter with your BBQ pringles and cola on the side. "When are you gonna unblock me?" even your voice is so sweet now, his brain shooting fuzzy chemicals inside him and butterflies making his knees go weak.

Donghyuck doesn't want to like you.

"You know the schedule, wait until the party," scanning the codes of your items and billing you up, he takes your exact change, sliding your snacks to you.

"Can't you give me a reason? What did I do?" you ask, stuffing your snacks into your hoodie’s pocket and Donghyuck groans, you didn't plan on leaving, he could tell. "You saw my text and didn't reply, you could've just replied then—"

"That's just stupid, I blocked you as soon as I remembered I said I would," he argued back, clicking his tongue at your exasperated expression.

Giving up on that point, "Nevermind that then, just give me a reason then," you said, Donghyuck grumbling internally and you stare at him, waiting for a reply.

"Didn't I tell you I wanted a detox?"

Waving him off, you glare at him and ask again, "Am I toxic? To make you need a detox from me?" your eyes tingle, the heat making its way up to your neck and you mentally curse, you've never been able to argue without feeling the urge to cry.

"That's not what I mean by detox. I just need some time from you, my life is a mess right now you are at the centre of it," Donghyuck explains, his hands automatically holding your face and rubbing away the tears that brim in your eyes. "I don't mean to make you cry—with all the time away from me, you can go and try to snag Taeyong! Come on, you have a life without me in it too," he adds, his voice softer and fingers gently crease your cheeks, earning a pout from you.

You spit, "What's that supposed to mean?" you take his hands away from your face and wrap your fingers in his, "Taeyong isn't you, no one is you. You are not replaceable for me,"

Tears bubbling up again, Donghyuck shushes you and he doesn't want to feel this way; his chest clogs up and renders him breathless in front of you, and he feels guilty. "Hey, hey, come on don't cry," he frets, his fingers wiping away the tears and settling on your shoulders. If only the counter wasn't in between you, he knows for sure he'd have hugged you and given up already.

"You know, your touch always makes me not cry," you laugh, remembering the time when you almost broke down in class after getting an F and being required to repeat a course the next semester. He held your hand the entire two hours of the lecture and even stayed with you until you were back home. You didn't even know him too well back then.

It made your heart kinda race for him but the comfort of your growing friendship with him felt too precious.

"That's because you are like a baby, holding you will make you calm down," he exposes you, rolling his eyes as if it were an obvious truth and you scoff, "Just how many people do you think hold my face like I'm a chipmunk?" killing the mood, Donghyuck sighs, "Well, at least you are okay now,"

"Unblock me now," you said, regaining your reason once you've calmed down and he shakes his head without hesitation, suddenly regaining his previous determination. "Yeah, no."

A Y/N-detox isn't feasible if he thought about it, not when you've carefully matched your schedule to his because he is always working or has appointments with other friends, you work at the cafe down the fast food cabin he works at, take the same bus home as him and worst of all, you both share the same friend groups because of how much time you spend together as a collective.

"Do you guys like, hate me or something?" Donghyuck deadpans, slumping into the seat you were previously sitting at.

"You hate yourself," Renjun quips, his eyes not leaving his book and Yangyang nods in agreement while adding, "You didn't think it would be a good idea to tell us you didn't like her anymore? We would've not invited her,"

"We could've also made a group without you in it," Mark said, resting his head on the wall and dozing away. He had finished a shift and was supposed to work one more shift today because his junior broke his arm but thank the heavens, Donghyuck said okay and is covering the shift. Too guilty to go home, Mark has resorted to staying around until the end of the shift anyway.

Mark, unlike Jaemin, was Donghyuck’s only refuge. The one person who knew about his crush and the one person who told him, hey, she might like you. "Dude, just go home," he says, shaking Mark's shoulder and Renjun sighs.

Renjun says, "I tried already, he is just being stubborn," closing his book once he bookmarks it and crossing his arms on the table. "Now, you need to tell us what happened,"

Renjun has always been perceptive of his mood, always keeping up with the latest drama and the main provider of information to Jaemin's cupid hustle. Romance was just his forte. Donghyuck, though, was too scared to ask him his opinion on it in case he told him to just give up—as if he wasn't already trying in his own way.

"Promise me you won't laugh," Donghyuck gulps and Yangyang grunts loudly, "Dude, miss me with the suspense—We swear, now what happened?"

Inhaling, he blinks away into the distance. "I might be in love with Y/N and I am so ashamed to come out with it. I know it's stupid but you guys know how we are, it's always us together, Donghyuck and Y/N, we're friends.

Shit, I even blocked her to get over her but it's not working—I dreamt of her last night and it was so embarrassing to see her today,"

"Dreamt of her… like… like that?" Yangyang asks, his fists covering his dropped jaw and Donghyuck's face burns up at the suggestion but he doesn't deny it, much to Renjun's disgust, he gags and says, "Please don't give us the details,"

"She's been going insane on her own and constantly going on about you—this must be why." Mark nods as if a bigger picture was drawn in his head, he grins and goes on, "Jaemin wasn't joking when he said you liked her last Christmas. I didn't think the mistletoe trick would work,"

Gasping at him, "You knew!" Donghyuck points at him in accusation and grabs his collar, "That kiss messed up our relationship!"

Yangyang breaks them up, grinning at Donghyuck sleazily, and he says, "Dude, tomorrow's party, just fix it. There's nothing to lose—I can't believe you've dragged this on for a year, how adorable."

Two weeks without Donghyuck and you are but a shell of yourself.

It was so easy getting used to life with him, he came in and went out so nonchalantly. You hadn't realized how involved he was in your life until he was gone from your daily transit, he was gone from your walks home, he was gone from his shift at the convenience store and not a single text you sent him went through. No, your life didn't revolve around him but you include him in everything because, Donghyuck will think this is funny, you need to tell him about the stupid fight that happened in the café and Donghyuck will look good with this, you need to take him shopping with you.

Shit, you sent him a picture of random things that made you think of him.

There was only once that you thought you liked him, and you shot that down as soon as he said he liked a girl in his social club—you even joined the club for him, how could he like someone else… you gave up as soon as your heart latched on and to be honest, you were okay with that because well, he was still the closest person to you.

You didn't need the kisses to feel loved. His gentle hands creasing your cheeks habitually and his warm hugs because he feels like it, they made you feel loved. The way he makes time to see you in his busy schedule, you know he leaves hours in his day because you'll ask him for time, which makes you feel loved as well.

It didn't make sense for him to suddenly shut you out, not when he was leaving all these signs, he didn't do any of these with anyone else—last Christmas meant something to him.

You just knew it did.

"Have you guys seen Donghyuck?" you ask, holding your red cup of punch barely full and your head feeling dizzy.

Pointing towards a corner, "I THINK HE WAS WITH MARK," Yangyang screams at the top of his lungs, the earmuffs doing their work to shut out even his loudness.

Lee Mark throws the most exciting Christmas parties every year in his apartment building in collaboration with his neighbours. The shared pool and backyard were completely theirs to use, Mark would normally hang up mistletoes in the spaces between his apartment and everywhere else. The kissing begins as soon as you want to leave his front door anywhere else. And you never leave his apartment, so you never had to deal with the plant.

That wasn't the case last year, someone had hung up mistletoes inside the apartment and exactly at the spot you and Donghyuck always beeline to, that's where everything changed for him and out of nowhere, you had to be the one acting normal because he wasn't.

Stumbling your way into the living room, it wasn't too crowded in here and it usually only had Mark's closest friends loitering around. Your eyes immediately find Donghyuck, laughing loudly and he leaves his beanbag, and almost instinctively, you plop down on it as soon as you near it.

Fading out of consciousness, "Who said you could sit there?" he whined, his eyes half-lid as he grabbed your hand and you shot up, your head feeling clearer now.

You always steal his seat when he leaves to get a refill. "I was just keeping it warm. You don't have to yell," you said, jutting your lips out. Your cheeks painted in a flushing colour, Donghyuck guessed that you already had your share of drinks and made a mental note to leave the party soon because he was your ride home. Not that he'll be driving but even walking you home is considered a ride.

Well, maybe not this time because you guys didn't come together.

Letting go of your arm, you fall back onto the beanbag, and he gives you puppy eyes. "I wasn't yelling," Donghyuck grumbles, getting shoved to the side by someone and he turns to face them.

"Are you okay?" Jaemin asks, his lips almost meeting his eyes in a wide grin, and Donghyuck immediately has his guard up, feeling a wave of deja vu.

"You look tipsy, aren't you gonna go home?" Pressing his hand on your forehead, Jaemin looks towards the ceiling above you and smirks. "Oh, look here, guys," he gasps loudly. However, Donghyuck could hear the pretentiousness of it.

Donghyuck followed his gaze with narrowed eyes, right above him, wretched mistletoes greeted him in the dimly lit corner of the room immediately releasing a groan. "Ugh, not again!" Donghyuck cries.

Scoffing at Jaemin, he rolls his eyes. "What? You wanna kiss me this time?" he asks in a mean tone, and Jaemin giggled, moving away from the spot while saying, "Of course, not," Donghyuck felt his blood boil, if Jaemin was a cupid, then maybe that song about a stupid cupid was right.

Clearly, his arrows were faulty this time.

Last time, it didn't cross his mind that someone else would be hanging up mistletoes, Mark never hung them up in the corners of the rooms and especially not inside Mark's apartment because he was scared someone would make out on his sacred sofa or worse, inside his toilet. But he learnt his lesson, Na Jaemin goes to extreme lengths to pair up his couples after all.

You then ask, "Then—Are we going to kiss?" your eyes look curiously at him as you pointed at the plant. "It's you and me under it now,"

And from that point, it's never been the same. The last time, he kissed your lips, it was stupid. You were drunk and said okay for the fun of it, Donghyuck could only hope neither of you remember it.

But when his lips lightly brushed on yours, and he realized that tomorrow morning you'll be back to normal, your memory in fragments and he remembers it clearly, the regret that washed over him the next morning when he opened his eyes to the ceiling of his bedroom, the horror that clung to him when his phone was bombarded by his friends curious about how he felt now that he had kissed you.

He was in denial for a whole year.

Once more, "Are we going to kiss again," you ask, your fingers pulling his shirt, you bring him back to the present and guide him down towards you.

Donghyuck's knees go weak, and he falls onto the floor with his breath caught. This time, you are the one taking the lead. "You remember," he breathes out, looking away from you and you give him a tight-lipped look. "Yeah, I never forgot it," you said.

"Why'd you never say anything, I am so sorry about the kiss—" Donghyuck immediately says and you cut him off, —"I didn't say anything because I didn't mind, I actually liked it and I thought you did too because you kissed me twice…"

Perhaps it was the lighting in the room. Donghyuck never thought you looked hot but he did always think you were beautiful, but today, the lipstick you wore made him want to go crazy. "Don't you like Taeyong now?" he just had to ask to be sure and you scoff, rolling your eyes.

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you said, "You know my fascination with all my crush-ishes dies after I talk to them,"

"But you were so excited for the secret santa," "That's because it's gift giving and that's fun,"

Donghyuck didn't get your name, so he thought you weren't meant to be. No matter how stupid he thinks that idea is now, he still thought it was fate that you got Taeyong's name when you liked him. "I thought you were going to cut me off this Christmas to spend it with him, that's why I came up with the detox… to give you time away from me and me time away from you,"

Biting down a smile, you place a peck on his lips. "Have I ever gone on a date with anyone since you've known me?" you tease, and he immediately says, "Yeah, Yangyang. The two of you go on skate rink dates all the time, I see you guys,"

"That's just you being picky—you don't know how to skate so, of course, I go there with him and not you," flicking his forehead, you click your tongue and went on, "Plus, you always come along anyway,"

"Because I come along, it's not a date anymore,"

"Wow, genius," you giggle, rolling your eyes and Donghyuck sighs into your side, he thinks, his arms are allowed to go around your waist now and he's allowed to keep staring into your eyes.

Your eyes don't leave him either, the thumping bass of the background blending in with the sound of your heart skipping beats and your toes curl, butterflies choking your breath when you say, "Hey, there's a mistletoe here—can't you just kiss me already?"

Dipping his head down, his lips catching yours and this time, you taste like berry punch, your favourite and his hands cradle your face, he still isn't sure if this is the right way to go with you but when your lips synchronise with his, moving softly against his with your hands desperately clinging onto his shoulders.

It took him a mistletoe and a whole year to realize his feeling about you, so maybe, cupid wasn't the only stupid one, he was stupid too. You've been right in front of each other and yet, "Does this mean you like like me?" you ask against his lips.

Smiling, "Just how many people do you think I block?" Donghyuck lets his head rest on your shoulder, the rest of his body going limp as well on the floor, and you pat his back. "Are we together now? Next Christmas, will I be your boyfriend?" he asks weakly, and you nod. Although he couldn't see you, he could tell there was a smile on your face.

"Oh, by the way, do you know who put this in here? Mark doesn't put mistletoes inside his apartment right?" curiously, you point at the plant on top of you and he grumbles, "Na Jaemin," tightening his grip on you. Donghyuck thinks he should give his thanks to Jaemin too because, without him, none of this would've happened.

"Aah, now it makes sense why he came here last year—doesn't he always stay at the pool area with Jeno and that Junior of theirs?"

Nodding, Donghyuck says, "Yeah. He even came up this time too," mentally deciding to spare him this time.

And you giggle, cheerfully saying, "We should thank him, he is kinda like our cupid if you think about it. It goes well with his reputation on campus," the sound of your humming makes him smile, agreeing with you, "Huh, you think so?"

BONUS:

Beknownst to both of you, starting next semester Na Jaemin’s position as campus cupid was solidified using a picture he took once the two of you knocked out in the corner of Mark’s living; Donghyuck’s head nestling on your stomach and your head tilted upwards in a way that looked like it hurt—His greatest masterpiece he said, showing the photo and relying on the great love story until “How come none of you tell me about this?” Donghyuck accuses his friends, shifting his weight to one side and scoffing indignantly.

Yangyang shrugs, “It’s funny. And you guys look cute anyways, what are you mad about?” he asks, his face genuinely looking confused, which makes Donghyuck click his tongue, and Mark asks, “Are you mad we didn’t share the photo with you?” his eyes narrowed, hoping his guess was right.

“How’d you know!” you clap, nodding your head. “Hyuck changed his wallpaper as soon as he got the picture,”

“How did it take this long to find out, though?” Renjun asks, “You’re friends with everyone on campus. It's unbelievable it took you this long,”

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[starlitmark]

Pairing: literature major!Mark x science major fem!reader Genre: fluff, friends to lovers, college au Rating: PG Warnings: mentions of academics, language, a little crying, two kisses Word Count: 2,119 Note: for @moonctzeny​ Merry Christmas, my dear!! I hope you’re having an absolutely phenomenal day <3 thanks to @kthpurplesyou and @daeeun-toikiii for proof/beta reading (I’ll cite all the poems used in this story at the very end) 

I know we're only friends, but as we grew closer and I got to see all the small things there is to love about you, I could feel myself falling for you. I love the way you smile when you see me, and I love the way you crinkle your nose when you laugh. I love the way your eyes sparkle, and I love the little thoughts you let me in on, as the night turns to dawn. - BGT

“I have another poem for you!”

Your best friend bursts through your apartment door as he speaks. You’d just been studying for the hell that is your Biological Chemistry course. So naturally, Mark scared the shit out of you. Since starting his romantic literature course this semester, he’s been reading random poems to you. Every time you find them either too romanticized or too dramatic, Mark rants about how it’s meant to be that way.

“You could’ve warned me! I’m studying Krebs cycle right now… can you come back to me in, like… a day or two. This shit has me going insane.” you whine.

“How about a break while I read you this.” he offers.

“Fine. Hit me.” you sigh, leaning back in your chair.

He pulls a small, leather-bound book out of his bag. It has a plain cover, something you assume is an artistic choice made by the author. Mark clears his throat as he looks at you and you nod, letting him know you're ready.

“You and I are like the tributaries of a river. We look alike, flow differently, and yet together, complete each other.” he starts, “You add to my strength, and together, we strengthen our growth. You’re my best friend in the truest form, and together, we shine in the brightest form.”

His eyes meet yours again, and he smiles brightly, waiting for your analysis. You’re deep in thought. It’s been a few times since he’s read a poem to you that makes you think a little deeper. You aren’t sure if the poem is meant to be inherently romantic or platonic. In all honesty, maybe you’re listening to it wrong.

“It sounds platonic.” you state frankly.

“Not all love is romantic..” he says as if it’s common sense.

“I know that! I just was expecting a direct romance in a sense it’s typically put.”

“Romantic literature is always relationships… it’s romanticized writing…”

“Mark, we both know I’ll never understand that shit. There’s a reason I’m a biomedical major.”

He laughs lightly and closes the book again before putting it away. Mark takes it upon himself to dig through your kitchen to find something to eat. You’re far from bothered by it. It makes you happy that he’s comfortable enough to be at home here. You pull your textbook back into your lap, hoping to get at least a little more studying before Mark inevitably drags you out of the apartment. As you look at the page, you know you won’t be able to force any more knowledge into your brain, not right now, at least. You toss the textbook onto the table in front of you. It makes a loud thud as it lands. Mark lets out a slight noise of surprise when it happens, making you giggle. No matter how long you’ve been friends, you’ll always adore his little habits and quirks.

It was cold out. Unnaturally cold for where you are. Even with a heavier coat, gloves, and a hat, you feel like you’ll shiver enough not to need a workout later in the week. You keep questioning yourself for leaving your home when there was no real reason to. The whole reason you’re outside is purely because Mark wanted you to come over and hang out. He said something about studying together despite not sharing any courses. You’ve always caved when it comes to Mark, though. You’ve never been able to pinpoint what it is, but you just can’t tell him no about most things. Being around him helps you think more clearly. You’ll never be able to describe how it helps in words, but it really does. Mark’s apartment complex isn’t far from yours, but with the weather, it feels far away. When you get into Mark’s apartment, you make a b-line for the spare bedroom to grab any possible blankets to wrap yourself up in. You stop dead in your tracks when you hear Mark on the phone. Something tells you that you should not hear the conversation. You find yourself listening in still.

“How am I meant to get her attention, though?” Mark whines, “Hyuck, listen to me! I don’t know how to tell her I’m in love with her, okay? I’ve been friends with her for too long to risk losing her– No! This is different! I’d rather have a shitty unrequited crush than not have her in my life at all.”

You feel your heart drop to your stomach. You don’t know who he’s talking about, but part of you wants him to be talking about you. You decided it was best to act as if you had never heard it and announce your presence as if you had just arrived. Mark quickly hangs up the call and steps out of his room. He gives you a tight smile but still wraps you up in a hug.

“Did you happen to hear any of that call I just had?”

“No,” you lie, “why was it someone special?” you poke.

“I don’t think Donghyuck constitutes someone special.” he laughs, “Anything, in particular, you need to study today?”

“Abnormal psych… I still don’t know why they’re making me take it if I’m a biomedical science major.”

“Um… the brain controls everything?”

“I know that, Mark! But do I really need to know disorders of the brain?”

Mark just shakes his head at you before making his way out to the living area. He commented that he’d be working on a creative assignment for his romantic literature course. Something about having to write a romanticized poem of his own. You make yourself comfortable next to Mark, your head resting against the couch while you listen to the podcast your professor assigned you to listen to. As you listen, you start to understand why it’s so important that you took this class. Maybe your professor heard you whining about it not pertaining to your major and found this to listen to. You can’t entirely focus, though. Mark keeps sighing dramatically and shifting next to you. You look over and see his eyebrows furrowed together in thought and softly mumbling a few words to himself every few moments.

“Writer’s block?”

“You could say that…” he says while gnawing on the end of his pen.

“Stop that!” you chastise, pulling the pen away from his mouth, “You don’t know how many germs are on that thing, and then-”

He chuckles, “You’re cute when you’re concerned about me.”

You look away, “What do you mean by that? Of course, I’m going to worry about you! You don’t know how to properly cook anything, let alone have a stable sleep schedule!”

“I don’t mean a thing,” he muses, “mind listening to a few inspiration poems I have?”

You nod.

“Can you hear my heart? Oh, but I can tell! We are twin stars with different births. My caring shadow– It has your face. The voice of my soul knows your name. Tell me, can you hear my heart? Oh! How I love you, my best friend.”

You hum, “Sweet, but it seems vague in some way. Don’t ask me how. I won’t be able to describe it.” You stand up and enter his kitchen to find some snacks. “Continue, though!”

“What’s a friendship, my love? It’s when you promise me your company and keep your promise. It’s when we joke about each other and laugh at ourselves. It’s when we know we’re not perfect and accept each other as we are. It’s when we value each other’s friendship above all else.”

You hear his words, and suddenly your heart starts beating faster. Something feels different about the atmosphere of his apartment. It’s warm and comfortable, but something has definitely shifted. You don’t hear him talking, and part of you is scared to respond to the poem he was just reading.

“Hey, you okay?” you hear him call.

“Y-yeah, um, that one was adorable, actually.” your voice comes out slightly shaky.

“Is that your whole analysis? No gripes?”

“Nope!” you insist, “What’s the next one?”

Mark walks into the kitchen and sees you standing there, staring blankly into one of the cabinets. He chuckles and reaches for your hand on the counter.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You seem out of it.”

You look over at him and immediately meet his eyes, “What’s the next poem you have?”

He knows you’re avoiding his question, but he opens the small leatherbound book again, “I love you more than just a friend. Although this may be wrong, my feelings that I have for you are real and true and strong.” he stops, letting out a shaky breath before continuing, “I won’t deny the love I have. I cannot tell a lie. I’ve loved you since we met, the days that followed by; I love you still I think of you each passing of each day. I yearn to be with you again, to tell you it’s okay. I love you more than a friend, and we may never be together walking hand in hand-” he cuts himself off again with a choked noise, “Just you, your love, and me.”

Again you can’t meet his eyes, you can feel his boring into you, but you just can’t. You’re scared. Your heart is beating out of your chest, and your mind is running a mile a minute with a million different ideas. Mark reaches for your hand again and squeezes it. When he calls your name, you nervously look over at him. His eyes are wet, nearly about to spill over with tears. He looks just as scared as you are. Neither of you talks for a few moments. You just hold eye contact and hope the other speaks first.

“Do you want to know something?” he speaks softly.

“Hmm?”

“Those last two… aren’t assigned readings.”

“Mark?” you question.

“I wrote those last two…” he admits, “I didn’t know how to tell you and-”

“Mark,” you stop him from rambling, “you wrote those about me?”

He nods, and you feel warmth burst through your chest like fireworks. A few tears fall from your eyes unexpectedly from sheer happiness. Mark searches your eyes, trying to figure out what to say next. He opens and closes his mouth a few times with the hopes of words coming out, even though they never do. You can’t think of any word, either. The only thing your can think to do is lean forward and press your lips against his. Mark squeaks out a small surprised noise but quickly accepts your actions. This was absolutely not how you were expecting to spend your day. You wouldn’t have changed a single thing if you could, though. Mark has always been your home. Some people have a place or an item as their home. Yours is a person, though, a person who’s been there for you through everything, someone who you know will always support you no matter how crazy you sound. Standing here in the middle of Mark’s kitchen, kissing him for the first time, feels like home more than anything else. You had no idea your home could feel more comfortable, yet here you are. When you pull away, Mark immediately bursts into a smile and wraps his arms tight around you. You laugh lightly and reciprocate the hug.

“You wanna know something else?” he laughs.

“Sure.” you smile brightly.

“I wrote another one.”

“Tell me.” you request in a dreamy tone.

“As I think of our friendship, I begin to see mere words can’t describe what you mean to me. When this cold, hard world has me lonesome and blue, I look up to see my angel, my sweet angel, you. You dry the tears that fall from my eyes. You bring me sunshine to brighten my sky. You rescue me when I’m scared and alone, and take my hand to lead me home. No matter the miles that keep us apart, we’re always together in each other’s hearts. Sometimes we take for granted, I fear, the ones who are so close and dear. We get so caught up in life and the things we must do. Sometimes we forget to stop and say I love you. If ever you felt I forgot or didn’t care, let me stop right now; my true feeling I’ll share. You’re the sun in my sky, the bed where I lie. You’re the home where I’m safe, the field where I play. You’re everything I am, everything I do. So, what I am saying is–” he pauses and places a soft peck against your lips, “I love you.”

“Mark Lee, you’re starting to sound like a dramatic poet.” you tease, “I love you too.”

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Poems used (in order of apperance):

You and I by Astuti

Twin Stars by Claire Estevez

Friendship of Love by Peter Stravropoulis

I Love You More Than Just A Friend by Bradley Lester

Our Friendship by Marsha M. Griffith

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[jenoslutie]

the (real) fake boyfriend

genre: fluff, fake dating au, youtuber au

wc: 1500

warnings: none! just kissing (barely)

a/n: HI THIS FIC IS FOR THE neosecretsanta event for @flowerboykun! uhhh this is very late. also, this didn't come out as good as i envisioned and seems a little rushed but i hope u enjoy nonetheless.

Day 1: The Plan

Ever since you started your Youtube channel, you’ve been pretty stress-free, with no school, no worrying about grades, and no worrying about having to be on time for a job. Life was going smoothly for you - until now

You were on the run. 

On the run from being used as a marketing scheme. Your management wants you to announce your relationship with Mark Tuan, a fellow YouTuber who makes gaming content. It was every girl’s dream to be with Mark. His Youtube comments are flooded with girls swooning over his every move. However, you decided you’re not falling for that. You're not even romantically associated with Mark. 

The only way to get out of this was to suddenly announce to your manager that you have a boyfriend that you haven’t told them about yet! So your only option now was to bribe your best friends/assistants to find you some candidates for your fake boyfriend. 

You explained everything to Jaemin and Miriah over what was supposed to be just an innocent best-friend lunch date. “Okay, Here’s the deal. I’m gonna need both of you to help find guys that can be my fake boyfriend,” Miriah’s face lit up as you explained but after thinking for a minute, she scowled in Jaemin’s direction. “You want him to find you a boyfriend?” Jaemin opened his mouth to protest but Miriah cut him off before he could even say anything. “He can’t even get himself a girlfriend. How about this? He finds the candidates, I’ll help interview them with you and then one of us can make the contract” 

“Sounds good to me” 

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Day 2: Interviewing The Candidates

“Okay,” You adjusted things on your makeshift interview table “Send the first one in” 

The first candidate was Johnny, he was tall with a lot of muscles, brown eyes, a sharp jawline, and soft cat-like features. 

The second candidate was Jaehyun, also tall, also had a lot of muscles, brown eyes, a square-ish jawline and he had soft peach-like skin. 

The third (and final) candidate was Jeno, he was slightly above average height (Miriah assumed around 5 '9 - 5' 10), was very muscular, had an adorable eye smile, and was very sweet. 

Jaemin popped inside your office room as soon as Jeno walked out. “That was the last one” You nodded, looking down at the notes you had taken on each guy. “I liked Jeno” you finally spoke. “Me too but I don’t know, he was sweet but something wasn’t clicking” Miriah admitted while she texted her boyfriend, Samuel, giving him all the details of all the candidates. 

“Hey, Miriah?” Jaemin narrowed his eyes at her, which went unnoticed by Miriah who was too busy tapping away at her phone 

“Yeah?” 

“I don’t recall you being the one looking for a boyfriend here! We didn’t ask if he clicked for you or not” 

“You know wha-” 

“SHUT UP!” You interrupted their bickering before it went too far. “Jaemin, is there anyone else?” He thought for a second before calling someone on his phone and stepping out of the office. 

“That little bitch” Miriah grumbled. 

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Day 3: #NewBoyfriendCheck 

When Jaemin introduced you to the only other option he had left, you didn’t expect it to be Haechan, Jaemin’s other best friend. 

“Hi, I’m Donghyuck, but everyone calls me Haechan” 

“I know. I’ll be right back” you excused yourself before stepping out to where Jaemin was supposed to be standing. Instead, He was leaning on the door, trying to hear whatever he could from your conversation so as soon as you opened the door, Jaemin almost came tumbling on top of you. “Jaemin! You little fucker!”  He sheepishly smiled at that. 

“So? How’d it go” 

“He’s the one Jaemin!” You were beyond happy at the thought that you would be free from having to announce Mark Tuan as your boyfriend now. “Wait! hold on, I have to go tell him” And you left Jaemin standing confused. 

“Okay! You’re fit for the role of my on-screen boyfriend or whatever. I just need to you sign this contract” You handed him the contract which consisted of basic details about the purpose of your arrangement and rules. 

Rules

Be honest. Be open and honest with each other

Restrict your feelings. In other words, keep your feelings to yourself. 

No dating anyone else (even if it's real) 

You can sleep with other people.

This is a business relationship. No feelings involved.  

“Oh wait! One more thing before you leave?” Haechan cranes his head to look at you, smiling slightly before you continue “So considering we will be in a ‘relationship’” You start, doing air quotes with your fingers at the word relationship, “That’d also require you to move in with me for a bit. You know so that my manager is convinced it’s real and I'm not making it up” He looked taken back for a second before he flashed a genuine smile and nodded. 

“Okay, when do you want me to bring my stuff over?” 

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Day 6: Internet Famous

“And he moved in???” Your manager shrieked, his head in his hands as he paced around anxiously. You frowned “You literally wanted me to date Mark Tuan for publicity. Why are you so fussy about my actual boyfriend living with me?” 

“Well living with your boyfriend is going to lead to I don't know! Babies or some shit” 

Haechan scoffed from where he sat next to you with his arm thrown over your shoulder. “We’re smarter than that, we use protection” 

Your eyes widened as you turned to look at him considering you both have not even done as much as a kiss. Your manager’s expression matched yours but he seemed more disgusted than you “You know what, do what you want. Just no babies…please.”  

Ever since you posted Haechan on your Instagram, your popularity shot up immediately, your comments filled with everyone complimenting how good the both of you looked together and such. Of course, there were some rude comments but you didn't really pay any mind to them, you were just happy about the outcome of a single post. 

“You know what we should do?” You started, looking over at Haechan once again “Start an OnlyFans together?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at you, making you shove him away from you in faux disgust “No you freak! I was gonna say record a YouTube video together” 

“Oh, That works too” 

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Day 7: First Kiss?

You sat down on your bed editing the Youtube video you shot yesterday, across from Haechan who was currently sitting in front of his laptop, playing some game with Jaemin. You kept replaying the part where Haechan “accidentally” stole a kiss from you as you were doing his makeup, something about the way he just grabbed your face and kissed you as you worked on setting his brows with a brow gel gave you butterflies, no matter how many times you watched it over and over again. 

“Jaemin! Can you stop fucking shooting me you freak” Haechan whined from across the room, interrupting you from watching the clip for the millionth time in the past hour. “Haechan stop screaming please, I’m trying to edit,” Haechan whined louder when you said that. “No one loves me here!” You groaned loudly, shutting your computer and throwing it beside you on the bed. “What will it take for you to shut up?” He pretended to think for a bit before he heard Jaemin scream “Make her kiss you!” from his headset. “Hmm, I’ll shut up if i get a kiss” He tried to make it more convincing by pouting at you “Ew, never mind, keep screaming” You picked up your laptop and walked out to the living room to continue editing. 

“I don’t know how long I can do this”

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Day 8: Double date 

“I don’t like that Samuel guy” Haechan scoffed as soon as you parted ways with Miriah and her boyfriend after your double date for your YouTube video. You nodded as the both of you walked over to your favorite coffee shop. “I don’t get why Miriah is still with him, I’m a better boyfriend than he is” Haechan walked into the coffee shop behind you before throwing his arm around your shoulders, “I think you agree” you shrugged his arm off your shoulders “Dude, you’re my fake boyfriend” 

“Tryna change that?” 

“I mean…” 

“Dude, I’m tryna rizz you up” He frowned, placing his arms on both of your shoulders and touching his forehead with yours,

“You should be mine”  You failed to hold in your laughter, “If you want to kiss me that bad, just say so” 

“I do” 

“Do it, pussy” and with that, he pulled you in for a soft kiss, he slowly slides his hands across your body and then rests one hand on your cheek giving you butterflies. 

And that was, the most perfect kiss was with your new (actual) boyfriend

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[xiaojunsmintchoco]

Gave you my heart — Qian Kun

pairing: qian kun x female reader

genre: fluff, best friends to lovers, fake relationship au

synopsis: a christmas family gathering, several nosy relatives, and a fake boyfriend – who knew these would lead to your wish that even santa could not fulfill. 

wc: about 4.3k

a/n: hey there @meiideryz! it’s me, amelia, your secret santa 🤶🏻 I hope that this fic adds to your Christmas cheer! Merry Christmas, stay safe and have a wonderful holiday <3

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"How much does it cost to rent a fake boyfriend?" 

"I'm sorry what?" Thinking you were joking, Kun looks up from his coffee, an amused expression gracing his features, only to find a deadpan expression on your face. "Why so sudden?" he asks. 

You groan, fingers furiously flying across the tiny screen of your phone. "You know how my family does those big Christmas gatherings every single year without fail?" 

Kun nods, already putting two and two together. "Let me guess – you want to avoid the incessant questioning about why you're still single," he answers.

"Bingo". You answer with a snap of your fingers, continuing to type away on the screen. "'Is it that no one wants you?' 'Must find boyfriend fast, women got expiry date leh'," you mock your family members in a high-pitched voice, specifically the aunties, making Kun laugh out loud. "Yeah, no thanks. That's why I need a fake boyfriend – and fast. The gathering's in a week, and we’re going to some Christmas carnival". 

"You could have just asked me, you know?" Kun doesn't know why, but the words just leave him and he has to summon all his willpower to stop his hands from flying up to cover his mouth. Sure, he'd been nursing a secret crush on you – but he hadn't quite dared to make any move on you, for fear of spoiling the friendship you two already had, and this was the closest he had come to doing so, albeit unintentionally. 

You pause your frantic googling for fake boyfriend services and stare at your friend, unsure if you'd heard him right. "Wait, say that again?" 

"I mean, I can do it for you. Follow you to the Christmas carnival, talk to your relatives, play carnival games with you guys, and that's it. Seems fine to me," Kun says with a nonchalant shrug, acting like whatever he just said earlier wasn't a slip of the tongue. 

The gears in your head begin turning as you contemplate his offer. You knew that he'd be a choice selection of a fake boyfriend – he was the textbook definition of a gentleman. All the years you'd been friends, he was always the one holding doors open for you, listening to your rambles, and just simply taking the best care he could of you. In addition, he had many talents. All of this, coupled with his otherworldly good looks, make him perfect boyfriend material-

-okay, calm down now y/n, you're just friends, you gently chide yourself. But yes, he would definitely be able to impress your family, even the most critical aunties, which would hopefully get them to leave you alone for future family gatherings. Which was the whole point of you getting a fake boyfriend. In addition, Kun would benefit too since he'd get to earn some money – so win-win, right? 

But there was one problem – a wish that he was more than just your friend had begun to grow, just like the blanket of snow that had been thickening since the beginning of winter. You worried that if you really were to take his offer, your feelings would only grow, and come in between the precious friendship you two had built up over the course of several years.

Then again, considering how badly you really needed a fake boyfriend, taking his offer probably would be the best option at the present point. "Alright then, if you say so," you finally decide. "How much should I pay you?"

"Ah- there's no need for that," Kun quickly replies, waving his hands in protest. "You're my friend, I should help you out". 

For some reason, these words send a rush of butterflies to your stomach. Trying to conceal the dash of pink that you were sure coloured your cheeks, you bring your head down to sip at your coffee. Fortunately it works, and you properly address him again after, sending him a playful glare. "Fine. But I'll treat you to a sumptuous meal in return, you better not say no".

Kun sighs, knowing that he wouldn't be able to talk you out of that one. "Well, if you insist. Just send me the details of the gathering and we'll be good to go," he answers, whipping out his phone.

"Thank you so much, Kun," you respond, flashing him a smile of appreciation.

"Anytime". He simply replies with one word and a gentle smile. 

You forward him the messages from your family group chat, all while reminding yourself that he was a fake boyfriend, not a real one, and that the line between best friend and boyfriend would still exist. At the same time, you do your best to ignore the tinge of pain in your heart that accompanied the warm feeling of gratitude. 

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"You two were dating? For how long?" Your brother, Hendery, queries, agape mouth giving away his astonishment. 

It's Christmas Eve, and you and Kun are now in your dad's car with mum, dad and older brother, on the way to your family's Christmas gathering. 

"Yeah, for about a month," Kun helps you answer when he catches sight of the panicked look that flashes across your face. 

"You can pick your jaw up off the floor now," you add, taking the chance to tease your brother. 

"I knew that you were close to each other, but I didn't know that you both were dating," your father hums, fingers tapping on the steering wheel. “Luckily I bought an extra ticket, just in case y/n shows up with some ‘surprise’, if you know what I mean. And she did,” he finishes, shooting you an amused look from the rear view mirror. 

“Dad,” you groan, albeit goodnaturedly.

"It’s a pleasant surprise, though. Not only does Kun take excellent care of y/n, he's also a great influence on her," your mum chimes.

"Mm, I agree," your dad muses.

"Thank you auntie and uncle, you're too kind," Kun chuckles, humbly downplaying your parents' compliments.  

So if we really were to date, we'd have the approval of my parents… you entertain the thought for a moment, before slapping yourself mentally. You knew that Kun was only helping you, and that a relationship between you both was not likely to be on the cards at all.

Before you know it, your family has arrived at the carnival’s carpark. “Act, now,” you mouth to Kun, hoping that none of your family picks up on the subtle cue you gave him. Kun understands, and helps you out of the car before slipping his hand into yours, and the both of you follow after your parents, over to the fairgrounds where the rest of your family is.

“Y/n! Long time no see!” One of your aunts, Auntie Diana, comes straight up to you and engulfs you in a hug too tight for your liking, which you reluctantly return. She then looks up and sees your friend next to you. “Is this your boyfriend?”

“Yes, he is. Meet Kun,” you respond, gently pushing your friend slightly in front of you so he could introduce himself to your aunt. 

“Oh my gosh. Selene! Wendy! Y/n’s finally found someone, after all this time!” Auntie Diana exclaims, and two of your other aunts come rushing over. 

“Hi aunties, I’m Kun. It’s nice to meet you all,” Kun introduces himself politely with a small bow. 

“Wah, y/n, congratulations! Thought no one would want you, but you proved us wrong,” Auntie Wendy teases.

Your aunts then proceed to bombard him with questions, such as why he decided to date you, what your relationship goals were, and several other questions. How naturally he answered them should have been a sign of his obvious interest to you, but it wasn’t. You just played it off as him being an excellent actor.

“What do you like best about her?” Auntie Selene asks. All of your aunts regard him with the same expectant gaze. 

“Well, for starters, she’s a kind and genuine person to everyone. I really admire her resilience too — for all the time I’ve known her, she’s shown herself to be tough, even through hard circumstances,” Kun answers with barely a second thought. “Her sense of humour also never fails to make me look forward to going out with her as well. I mean, there’s more that I like about her, but if I were to list them all we’d be stuck here forever,” he adds with a nervous laugh. 

“Wow, you really do like her, don’t you,” Auntie Diana says. “Y/n, you’ve found a good guy, must treat him well,” she advises as you acknowledge her with a grunt and a polite smile.  

“Wow y/n, you’ve got this guy all whipped for you,” Hendery, who was on the sidelines listening to the exchange, grins and reaches over to ruffle your hair teasingly yet affectionately.

“Yeah, yeah”. You casually play off your brother’s teasing as you usually do, ignoring that twinge of pain making its presence known in your heart again.

Meanwhile, Kun observes the scene, your aunt’s words ringing in his heart. Oh, y/n, if only you knew.

“Y/n-jie!” A happy shriek disrupts his train of thought. Looking down, he’s met with a tiny girl with a red backpack running to you as fast as her legs could carry her. 

“Kyla!” you exclaim, bending down to receive a hug from your young cousin, who you loved with all your heart. She was one of the few reasons you decided to attend today’s family gathering, the other being that you wanted to catch up with your other cousins later. 

It’s at this moment Kyla notices the boy beside you. “I’m Kyla,” she introduces herself bashfully. “Auntie Selene told me you’re y/n’s boyfriend?”

Kun’s heart melts at the sight of her, finding her adorable. “Yes, I’m her boyfriend,” he answers, kneeling down to be at her eye level. “You can call me Kun-ge,” he tells her, offering her a fist bump which she happily returns.

“Alright, everyone, we can talk more later,” your uncle decides, clapping his hands to get the whole family’s attention. “Let’s get going, it’s time to enjoy this carnival!”

You follow after your family, one hand holding Kyla's and the other holding Kun's, relieved that your fake boyfriend ploy was successful so far.

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A couple of hours had passed, mainly consisting of you trying to avoid more awkward conversations with your aunts, sampling delicious carnival food with Kun (who was more than willing to treat you), going on rides with your other cousins and enjoying a long chat with them. Of course, they were curious to know more about your new supposed boyfriend, and talked with him as well. Now, you and Kun were at the dart stall, trying to win Kyla a stuffed bunny.

Eyes locked on the red balloon, Kun aims his dart at his target before throwing his dart at it with the precision of a sharpshooter. As expected, it bursts on contact with the dart. “Yay! Thank you so much, Kun-ge!” Kyla squeals as Kun hands her the stuffed bunny, before throwing her arms around his neck. “You’re the best!”

“You’re welcome,” he replies softly, the same fond smile appearing once again.

“Kun-ge, may I ask you a question?” Kyla asks, innocently batting her eyelashes as she looks up at your “boyfriend”.

“Sure, go ahead,” he replies. After all, she was just a kid, her questions would just be innocent, harmless fun, right?

“Since you and y/n jie are boyfriend and girlfriend now, that means…” she trails off, looking ahead into the distance as she considers her words. "You'll both get married, and then you'll really be my Kun-ge forever, right?" She finishes, eyes bright with all of her 5-year old excitement, glancing up at him expectantly.

"Well-" he can't lie, the question has caught him off guard, and he tries to conjure up a response quickly. "Maybe? Right now, it's too early for us to know for sure. We’ll see in the future, alright?”

“I hope that you and y/n can get married, and then we’ll be a family!” Kyla exclaims, clinging on to Kun’s leg. “I like you a lot, and I like y/n jie and Hendery-ge a lot too!”

Kun doesn’t speak, but bends down to pat her head gently. He puts together the scene that Kyla described — and his heart warms at the thought of all of you being a family. A complete, wonderful family. As he’s relishing this fantasy, a “ho ho ho!” steals Kyla’s attention. It’s a man dressed in a santa outfit surrounded by elves, giving out candy to children. “Y/n-jie jie! Santa’s giving out candy, let’s go!” Kyla yells,  turns around. “Kun-ge! Hendery-ge! Let’s go!” she beckons to them with a wave of her tiny hand.

Just as Kun is about to agree, Hendery stops him and stoops down in front of your cousin. “Kyla, I need to speak to Kun-ge alone for a little while. Why don’t you go ahead with y/n-jie first?” he says, kind brown eyes meeting her gaze. 

“Why? What do you need to talk about?” she asks, her five-year old self obviously not understanding. But to be honest, you didn’t either. Sure, Hendery had met Kun prior to this, but their interactions never extended beyond polite small talk. And suddenly they had things to discuss by themselves?

“Oh erm, it’s, you know, bro talk,” he laughs nervously, garbling out what he thought would be an understandable reason to your cousin. “It’s something only guys understand. Tell you what, you take y/n-jie with you, and then Kun-ge and I will find you guys later, okay?”

Though Kyla doesn’t fully understand, she simply nods earnestly, before tugging on your arm again. “y/n-jie, let’s go! See you later, geges!” she giggles, skipping ahead. Though you're curious to know what the two boys had to discuss, you decide not to pry and follow your cousin.

Much to Hendery’s relief, the adults are still engrossed in their own conversations, leaving him and Kun some privacy to talk. “You said you wanted to talk? What about?” Kun poses the question to Hendery, furrowing his brows in confusion. 

Hendery says nothing, instead watching both you and Kyla run further into the fairgrounds. “You really like y/n, don’t you?” He finally says after about a minute.

“Of course I do,” Kun replies, not seeing where the conversation was headed. “Why else would I date her then?”

“You guys aren’t really dating,” Hendery calmly continues, returning his gaze to Kun. “You’re her fake boyfriend for tonight, aren’t you?”

"What do you mean, fake boyfriend?” Kun answers with his own question, feigning confusion. “We’re officially together”.

Hendery shakes his head, indicating that he doesn’t believe Kun. “Nope. Don’t even try lying. I know the whole truth. Y/n didn't want the family to bother her about still being single, so she wanted a fake boyfriend for tonight. You offered to help her, so here you are," he remarks, showing that he indeed wasn't lying – he knew the truth.

"Now how do you know – did y/n tell you?" Kun responds, still shocked after Hendery's accurate retelling of your situation. Did you tell him anything? That was unlikely, since the whole point of a fake boyfriend was for you to be able to throw your family off the trail. Telling Hendery, a family member, would only be counter effective.

"Nope. Heard her over the phone," he answers, recalling the phone conversation you'd had with one of your friends last night. “I didn’t eavesdrop on purpose. She was just so damn loud,” he clarifies as Kun shoots him a questioning look.

“Okay, congrats then — you have us busted,” Kun admits with a shrug as he turns back to where a grinning Kyla stood next to “santa”, posing as you snapped some photographs of her with your phone. “But why was this so important that you had to pull me aside for ‘bro time’?” 

“I wanted to ask you to confess to her”. Hendery stops beating around the bush, getting straight to the point. 

Hendery’s statement sends Kun’s jaw to the ground in the next second. “What? No way!” He protests.

“Why not? Since you like her so much, might as well tell her, right?” Hendery reasons.

“I don’t even think she likes me back that way. If I were to just tell her how I really felt about her, I could spoil our whole friendship,” Kun explains, expressing his previously unspoken fears to your brother, who grunts understandingly as he listens. “I’m not throwing away four years’ worth of friendship just because of this stupid crush”.

“I beg to differ,” Hendery interjects. “She likes you too. Legit”.

“She said that?” Kun inquires.

“Well, over the phone yesterday, yes. ‘I know he’s only a fake boyfriend, but I like him so much! I’m afraid though — what if I tell him I like him but he doesn’t like me that way? I’ll ruin our whole friendship!’” Hendery remarks, imitating your tone of voice as you complained about your dilemma to your friend yesterday, drawing some laughs out of Kun. 

“Wait — you’re serious?” he asks, morsels of hope beginning to appear — like the first flakes of snow falling from the sky.

“I’m serious”. Hendery replies, sending Kun a firm nod of reassurance. “Based on what I’ve heard from her, I’m positive she won’t reject you. Tell you what, can you promise me one thing?”

“What’s that?” Kun asks, curiosity piqued as he awaits your brother’s answer. 

“By the end of tonight, you confess to her. I don’t care how you do it, you just gotta tell her how you feel,” Hendery states, holding out his pinky finger. “Promise to do that? I’ve known her for the entire 17 years of her existence, so trust me when I say not only will she not reject you, you'll make her whole Christmas. Besides, you’re the only guy I really trust to take care of her”. 

Hendery’s last sentence warms Kun’s heart like hot cocoa on a snowy day, and it gives him the final push to make his decision as he links his pinky with Hendery’s. “Promise”.

“And remember, if she happens to reject you, though that’s as likely as the dinosaurs resurrecting from the dead-“ Hendery pulls out his own business card from his coat pocket, and hands it to Kun. “You can text or call me, and I’ll talk to you as soon as I’m free. Don’t worry, you’ve got this,” he reassures, giving Kun a pat on the back.

Kun stuffs the card in his coat pocket, feeling immense gratitude towards Hendery. If not for him, he wouldn’t have the courage to tell you how he really felt. “Thank you so much, Hendery”.

“Anytime,” Hendery answers with a smile. “Now come on, let’s go catch up with them!”

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“AAAAHHH!” You scream at the top of your lungs as the Viking swings up with a jolt, before swinging back down. Adrenaline courses through your veins as you continue to scream in both exhilaration and fear. Kun’s screams fill your ears as well, though you know that it’s most likely from thrill and elation — through the years you’d known him, he’d proven to be very much the adrenaline junkie.

“Are you alright?” Kun laughs as he helps you off, though seeing your dazed state as you stumble off the ride concerns him slightly. 

“That was awful…why did we go on that one…” you pant. 

“I mean, this was part of our ‘battle plan’, was it not? Before we went I even asked you if you really wanted to go on this ride!” Kun reminds you, still laughing at your disorientated state.

The ‘battle plan’ he was referring to was the plan that both of you had come up with together to, in your words, “conquer the whole carnival”, including the remaining food stalls and rides. Your family had left, but both of you had opted to stay and continue exploring the rest of the carnival. 

“You’re right”. You admit. “Let’s move on. I wanna drink hot chocolate”.

Which is how both of you end up sharing a massive hot chocolate, topped with a generous amount of whipped cream and chocolate syrup, walking around the fairgrounds together. Though this isn’t the first time you and Kun have shared drinks, this time as you take the paper cup from him and sip on the chocolatey goodness in it, you feel the all-too-familiar fluttering in your tummy again. The feeling disappears momentarily, but then returns with a vengeance when you notice how your hands are interlocked with his. Whether he realised it too or not, you would never know, but it sends a heat wave to your cheeks, causing you to subtly turn away and try to get the blushing under control. Part of you wants to hastily pull your hand out of his grip, but the other part of you can’t bring yourself to do it — as if your hand is stuck to his by super glue. 

Unbeknownst to you, Kun is struggling to subdue the fluttering of his own heart as well, even more so after realising your hands were still linked. By the end of tonight, you confess to her. Hendery’s words from earlier still ring fresh in his mind. Earlier, he had made that promise as some sort of brazen confidence had come over him while he was chatting with Hendery, but it had gone as soon as it had come, which he found mildly annoying. Whatever, since I promised Hendery, I better get it done, he tells himself, summoning his determination again. 

“We’ve got a last ride to go on, right?” your voice draws him out of his thoughts, and he turns to you with a small nod. 

“It’s the ferris wheel, if I’m not wrong,” Kun adds. “Let’s go”.

Hands still intertwined, both of you head to the queue. There are fewer people than you expected, due to the fact that it’s getting late, which allows you both the luxury of one capsule to yourselves. Both of you sit in silence, admiring the view of the fair as your capsule begins to rise up into the air. The colourful lights and neon signs, the tents of the different food and game stalls, the sweet scent of cotton candy that wafts straight to you — you sit in silence with Kun, your hand still in his (to your mild embarrassment), soaking in all of the sights and smells of the fair. “Wonderful, isn’t it?” you remark to Kun as he raises the cup to his lips.

“It really is,” he agrees. “But you know what would make this night even more wonderful?”

“What?”

“If you could give me your heart,” Kun finishes.

A moment of silence follows as confusion sets into your mind. “I’m sorry, please repeat that? Is this…a confession?” You ask, trying to wrap your head around his previous sentence. 

“…you could say it is,” he answers, turning to you slightly. This time, you catch sight of the pinkish hue on his cheeks.

Of all the emotions you feel, you don’t expect amusement to be your main emotion in that moment. But considering the cheesiness of his entire confession earlier…how could it not be? Before you know it, you’re bursting into guffaws. “Kun! Oh my gosh…you did not just…” you laugh over and over again until you’re wheezing. “Since when did you become so cheesy?”

“I…I don’t know! All I know is, I’ve liked — no, loved you for way too long, and I just had to tell you how I really feel, okay? I couldn’t keep quiet about it anymore,” Kun stutters, the embarrassment clearly now sinking in as he rambles. “Gosh, that came out in the worst way possible”.

You wipe away the tears of laughter that had gathered in your eyes, finding his flustered state adorable. Now that he’d told you how he felt — albeit in a cheesy and somewhat cringey manner — you found the courage to tell him you felt the same way too. “It’s okay, Kun. Yes, I’ll give you my heart this Christmas,” you answer, looking him straight in the eyes. You were well aware your cheeks were burning like a furnace, but you couldn’t care less. Thank God both of you had gotten a capsule alone, because neither of you would be able to handle the embarrassment of this whole confession in front of a bunch of strangers. 

“Wait, you mean it?” Kun asks incredulously, eyes growing wide enough to rival dinner plates. 

You say nothing, but just nod. “Yes, I love you too. Now that we know how we both feel towards each other, shall we seal the deal with…a kiss?” you suggest, lips curving into the widest smile you’ve ever smiled in your entire seventeen years of life. 

“I’d love to”. Kun replies, though somewhat shyly. 

You take his other hand in your own, and move towards him, and he does the same as both of you prepare for the kiss — but end up being met with a pile of whipped cream. In your excitement, you’d both forgotten about the cup of hot chocolate in between the two of you. “Ugh, talk about a double fail. First my cringey confession, and now this,” Kun laughs sheepishly, wiping the whipped cream off his nose. 

“I know right,” you chuckle, doing the same. “It’s alright, let’s do that again. Before this ride ends”.

With that, the distance between both of you closes. Sparks fly in your head as your lips make contact, and an unexplainable euphoria floods over you. This was the one gift that you didn’t expect to receive for Christmas, but the best one yet — nothing santa could give you would match up to this, that was for sure. Pulling away, you both gaze into each other’s eyes with lovestruck gazes. “Merry Christmas, Kun. I love you”. 

“Merry Christmas, y/n. I love you too”. 

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[jaesqueso]

pairing: classmate!shotaro x female!reader

summary: when homework turns into lovework

this is part of the Neo Secret Senta​ event by @neohub​​, @neowritingsnet​​ and @nct-writers​​, dedicated to @xiaojunsmintchoco​​ ❤︎

word count: 1,838

warnings: fluff, school au, friends to lovers

a/n: I hope you like my christmas gift to you and have an amazing holiday season ❤︎

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“Alright class, this is the assignment for next week. Remember, groups of two, I don’t want to see anybody doing this alone as it won’t work!” Your teacher announces before everybody starts packing their things.

Looking around the room you already see pairs being formed, excited to get together and do the assignment. You’re about to turn to one of your friends too until you notice someone in the corner of the classroom awkwardly trying to find a partner so you decide to approach him.

“Hey Shotaro.” His face lightens up at the sight of you. “Who are you doing the assignment with?”

“I…” He looks down letting out a nervous laugh. “Don’t really have a pair yet.”

“Perfect!” You cheer but suddenly stop when his widen eyes shoot up at you. “No, wait! I mean, if you don’t have a partner yet, you could join me.”

“Really?” His body relaxes as a wide smile takes over his face.

“Of course!” You can’t help yourself reaching forward and ruffling his hair. “Today’s not good for me but how about tomorrow after school? We can go to my house, it’s not far. Meet me at the gate!”

You don’t even let him reply as you hurry to the hall where your friends are already waiting. As expected they couldn’t let the opportunity to tease you slide, insisting you were crushing hard on him despite you denying it knowing perfectly well they’re right.

Shotaro transferred to your school in the beginning of the year. New city, new school, new life, the poor boy seemed so lost that you couldn’t help approach him. You showed him around, helped him catch up with classes and got to know the nice guy he is. In no time you two became some what close, you turned into his safe place at this new school and his presence was enough to put a smile on your face. Soon you realised your feelings for him had passed friendship but you didn’t want to risk it in case he didn’t feel the same so you pushed them aside. Of course your friends could see right past you but no one was close enough to ask him what he felt so you just let it go, day by day watching him and fantasising about the two of you together.

The following day, it seemed like the casses were endless as you stare at the clock on the wall impatiently waiting for the bell to ring. But once it finally did, you rush to your locker to get some things before running to the gate.

“I’m sorry!” You pant, dropping your hands to your knees. “Did you wait long?”

“I literally just got here.” Shotaro chuckles.

When you look up, your heart skips a beat as the late afternoon sun shines on his beautiful face decorated with the brightest smile. It’s like the whole world stopped and there’s only him.

“S-Should we go?” He interrupts the awkward silence you didn’t realize took place.

“Oh, of course.” Clearing your throat you smooth down your clothes and lead the way.

Soon the conversation flows and your laughing down the street until you reach your place. You quickly greet your parents and make introductions as you grab Shotaro’s hand and drag him upstairs to your room.

“Sorry about that, they would just start talking and making questions and it would be weird-” You stop when you notice that while you went into the room dropping your bag on the floor, he awkwardly remained at the door. “Are you just going to stand there?”

“W-Well…” He nervously looks around. “I’ve never been in a girls room…”

“Oh, c’mon,” you take his hand again pulling him inside, “it’s just a room.”

Slowly he takes a seat on your desk chair as you sit across from him on your bed and pull out your notebook.

“So, shall we get straight into it?” He almost chokes on his spit at your choice of words.

“W-what?” He manages to ask.

“The experience for the pair assignment?” You raise an eyebrow. “Then if we have time we can handle some other homework.”

“Right.” Scratching the back of his head he giggles. “Yes, let’s do that.”

“Ok, so…” You open your notebook where you wrote down the instructions. “First we need to shape a paper clip into a ‘U’. I think I have some.”

Shotaro watches as you reach into the drawer beside him searching inside. You can feel his eyes on you as you arrange the object, making your heart beat faster.

“Does this look ok?” You hand it up to him and soon regret watching your hand tremble.

“It’s perfect.” He smiles widely at your wonky ‘u’ shaped clip.

“Thanks.” Feeling your cheeks burn you look back down to the instructions. “So one of us needs to be the experimenter and the other one the participant, then we swap.”

“You can do me first if you want.” Your eyes almost jump out your face at his words but he suddenly explains. “I mean, I can be the participant first!”

“Right, yes, of course!” Clearing your throat you put your notebook on the side. “Maybe it’s better if you sit next to me.”

“Ok.” Slowly he gets up and joins you on the bed.

The experiment is simple, you’re going to try to understand in which parts of the body the skin is more sensitive. Shotaro closes his eyes, you’ll touch him with one or the two ends of the paper clip, he tells you on many ends he feels and you write down if he’s correct or not. Six body parts, four touches in each.

Firstly is the shoulder. He rolls up the sleeve of his t’shirt, a scene you have seen many times at the school gym or when you pass by the neighbourhood’s basketball court totally by accident. He gets 3 out of 4, not bad.

Then you move on to his finger. As you do what you have to do you can’t help admire how long and slender they are, beautifully adorned with simples silver rings. Perfect score here.

Next up, his back. He turns around and lifts up his shirt. Resisting the urge to run your hand down his soft skin, you simple proceed with the paper clip touches, making him slightly shiver. Not so good results on this one, he only got half right.

Moving on you almost choke on your spit realising it will be his stomach. Shyly he lifts up his shirt on the front now and you try not to focus on the way he slightly bites his lip. But it’s not better that you have to focus on his baby toned torso. You try to do it as fast as you can as your cheeks burn up and write down the results, similar to his back.

After that you take a deep breath and go up to his forehead. You thought this one would be easier but being so close to his face was making your pulse race. At the first touch he giggles as it tickles his skin and you proceed with the other touches trying not to laugh too. He only got one right in this one.

Finally your eyes widen at the last place: his lips. You stare at them for a few seconds, you don’t know many times you fantasised about feeling them on yours, but quickly you realise it must be getting awkward for him to sit there with his eyes closed waiting. As you’re about to start you understand this will be a hard one to do right, so you softly tug on his chin with your other hand to keep him in place. Trying to ignore the red tone taking over his cheeks you write down the perfect score.

“How did I do?” At last he opens his eyes, blinking as he re-adjusts to the daylight.

“N-not bad.” You mentally curse yourself for stuttering as you show him your notes.

“Well it seems like the lips and the fingers are definitely the most sensitive.” He nods analysing the results. “Let’s see if it’s the same for you.”

“S-Sure.” You hand him the paper clip and close your eyes now.

Shoulder. Luckily you wore a sleeveless shirt so not big deal there, but it did felt weird just to feel the thin tips of the metal on your bare skin.

Finger. The way he holds your hand and carefully pokes the tip just feels so soft and nice that you have to remind yourself this is just a school project, before you mind drifts off.

Back. Since your neckline is a bit low on the back, he suggested that he does the experiment there so you don’t have to lift your shirt, which makes you agree in relief. Still the touches send shivers down your spine.

Stomach. Your heart sinks realising you will have to lift your shirt up after all, but as you’re starting to panic he reminds you the teacher said that could be done over the shirt specially since yours doesn’t seem to be too thick. Honestly you don’t even care if the results are bad on this one as long as you don’t have to take your clothes off like this, specially in front of him.

Forehead. When he starts you understand his reaction from before and you both start giggling, taking deeps breaths to get the four touches done.

Lips. The one you were most nervous for. You can feel his breath on your face and he mimics you by gently grabbing you chin. You mentally count to ten, trying to calm yourself done but nothing seems to happen. You’re about to question it but suddenly you feel it. Although it’s not the thin touch of the paper clip. It’s a pair of soft lips against your own. Your breath gets stuck on your throat as butterflies throw a party inside your stomach.

“Did you feel that?” Shotaro’s voice is quiet, nervously waiting your reply.

“I… Don’t know.” Gulping you come back to your senses, eyes still closed. “M-Maybe you should do it again.”

“Really?” You ear surprise on his voice and give him a nod.

He leans forward again but this time you respond in the romantic soft kiss you’ve been dreaming about for a long time. At that moment it feels natural to be so connected to him. It’s like the whole world is forgotten and it’s just you and him, shinning bright.

“I definitely felt that now.” You two chuckle as he steps back.

Opening your eyes, you stare into each other for a few minutes, comfortable smiles taking over your faces. And then you realise: he felt the same all along. Even in a different school, a different city where he knew no one, he was no longer lonely when he was with you. You became his light, his motive, a reason to be the best version of himself.

You became his home.

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Under the Mistletoe (NCT Mark)

 Mark Lee x Gender Neutral Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, idiots to lovers au sorta

Word Count: 865

Warnings: unrequited pining? kissing

Rating: PG-13

A/N: Hello hello, I’m here to post the first of my secret santa drabbles. Here you are Grace! ( @haepii​ ) I really hope you enjoy my interpretation of the type of stories you like. I was so glad to meet you and have someone who enjoys the same things I do!

Mark watched from across the room as you laughed at a story someone was telling. He didn’t know someone could look that beautiful while laughing, but you did. He couldn’t say you were friends exactly, but you were more than acquaintances. You both had mutual friends in the same group at school and ended up hanging out with each other a time or two. 

You were always animated, fitting right in and competing with the loudness and chaos of your shared friend group whereas Mark seemed to take more of a back seat due to his calmness in most situations.

However, as much as Mark’s eyes were always drawn to you he failed to realize how much you noticed him. Earlier in your friend Taeyong’s party, you peered at Mark getting a soda in the kitchen. His simple demeanor was always drawing you to him. 

You remember the first day you met Mark. You were pretty sure your crush started from then, when your eyes started always seeking him out. Another mutual friend, Haechan, had pulled you out of your dorm to go with him to a study group at a coffee shop.

Mark was sitting at a table with the others as he scribbled in a notebook quietly, black glasses perched on his nose magnifying his large brown eyes. He was very cute and it caught you off guard. So much so, that you dropped the large textbook you were carrying.

He had looked up at the noise and smiled such a genuine smile that the corners of his eyes crinkled. He leaned forward and picked the book up off the floor, handing it back to you. Your fingers lightly brushed as you took it from him and you could have sworn you felt a spark.

Now, months later, any of your friends could sense that you liked him. Except Mark himself. You admired how confidently, yet subtly he dealt with his everyday life. He was quiet, but it didn’t diminish his character. He was still noticeable and your friends actively sought him out even when he seemed to show no interest.

Back in reality, Christmas music filled the house. You didn’t even know what happened but somehow when you went to the kitchen to get a drink as well, you and Mark ended up under the mistletoe that hung in the doorway-together. Chants of, “kiss, kiss, kiss” were heard from your friends, the sound of your heart in your throat muffling the words a bit.

You looked over at Mark and he gave an indifferent shrug. You didn’t know if it was the high from the holiday season or it was the slight buzz you felt from eating too many rum balls but you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his.

Even though Mark had shown indifference, his eyes widened at the feeling of your lips on his. They were soft and they felt like they belonged on his. He closed his eyes and kissed you back. 

You gasped a little, fully not expecting him to reciprocate after you had made the first move. Your instincts took over and somehow it led you and Mark into a light make out session, your lips following a rhythm of lighter and firmer pressure with his. 

At least until the unbearable silence of your friends staring at what was happening made everything awkward. You suddenly pulled away, embarrassed and all your previous confidence was gone. Mark also looked at the ground with his feet shuffling and his hand rubbing at the back of his neck. 

You cleared your throat and took the chance to sneak off back into the kitchen and get the drink you originally came in for while Mark disappeared elsewhere in the house. You spent the rest of the night trying to forget what happened under the mistletoe but also mentally hitting yourself as you replayed your kiss over and over. 

Yet, there was one last thing you didn’t anticipate. Eventually heading home for the evening, you went to grab your coat from the closet near the stairs when a hand from behind you grabbed it for you. 

“Here,” Mark said, quietly and handed your coat to you with care. 

“Um, thanks,” you said, awkwardly taking the winter jacket from him before slipping your arms into it. He stood in front of you still and you could tell he was debating to say something. 

“What?” you asked, prompting him.

“Would you…maybe want to go out sometime?” Mark asked, showing some of his shyness.

You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. “I’d like that,” you answered. 

A look of relief shone in his eyes and he said, “I’ll text you?” You nodded and quickly walked out the front door, hoping the action didn’t wake you up and reveal that the night was a dream. 

You stood on the porch, stunned as the door clicked behind you. A minute or two later, you were still there and you didn’t wake up in your bed. It wasn’t a dream and you lightly squealed before continuing home. You couldn’t wait to go on a date with Mark, after crushing on him all this time.

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aight then, hope you enjoy fluff (tooth rotting ones at that) because that's the only genre I'm slightly decent at writing :")

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HEARTSIGH . hrj (ft. lyy)

PAIRING / HUANG RENJUN X YANG NANA (FT. LIU YANGYANG)

WORD COUNT / ~15000

SYNOPSIS / everyone was in love with huang renjun, right? the student council prez with perfect grades that every parent would kill to have as a son-in-law. but not nana, and she had a good reason. but would she change her mind after a drunken dare that she'd stupidly agreed to? or would it end terribly?

GENRE / COMEDY, ANGST, PINING, BET AU, RICH KID AU, HIGH SCHOOL AU.

WARNINGS / there's a lot... umm ... mentions of self-harm, depression, anxiety, smoking, a lot of toxic behavior, nana and renjun are both assholes (lowkey), violence, manipulation & kind of gaslighting?? not sure if i missed anything

PLAYLIST / OKAY - CHASE ATLANTIC, MODERN LONELINESS - LAUV, I HATE U - SZA, YOU WON'T BE THERE FOR ME - SLCHLD, BYE MY FIRST - NCT DREAM.

NOTE FROM TAOJUN / hello! this is a repost from my old account NEOWAVES (& nana is an oc). this is part of my HIGH SCHOOL CLICHE series and dedicated @njmverse from the neosecretsanta collab!  like and reblog if you enjoyed, and please send any feedback in my askbox!

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i. the face of a bitch, who never rests

“I should’ve known better than to trust a bitch that doesn’t even go to this school,” Nana scowls, throwing an empty glass bottle down from the roof. A smirk grows on her face as the ear-splitting sound of the glass shattering on the concrete echoes through the air. 

“Gosh, I fucking hate him. Can’t believe I fell for such a bitch, but I probably never liked him anyway.”

Yangyang grabs her hand before she reaches for another glass bottle. “Stop. You’ll get in trouble.”

“Do I look like I give a single shit?” she snaps, with a cigarette sticking out of her mouth, prying his grip off of her as she hurls the next bottle down the side of the building. 

“I told you he was bad news,” he sighs. “His facade was too perfect to be true—”

“Mhm. What— you’re gonna tell me ‘I told you so’? Thanks for the moral support,” she sneers, taking the cigarette between her fingers and pulling it out of her mouth.

“Yang Nana. You can’t just let all your self-esteem break down over a piece of fucking trash,” Yangyang glares at her. “You always said you’d never let anyone break you, and yet here you are, smashing shit to stop yourself from crying.”

She grips a broken glass bottle, feeling the glass shards dig into her skin and pierce it, yet she barely registers the pain. 

“Everyone in my life is a fucking liar,” she sneers, watching as the glass cuts into her skin and blood flows down her fingers, stomping the fire out of her cigarette under the soles of her boot. “and I hate him.”

“Nana,” Yangyang scolds with a sigh, prying the glass from her palm and grabbing her injured hand, lightly picking a few glass shards out. “We’re going to the nurse. Stop doing this to yourself. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and pick your confidence back up. Don’t let him take a single thing from you by leaving.”

With that, he grabs her non-injured hand and leads her down the stairs, away from the rooftop with a crate of glass beer bottles with the blood-stained glass shards on the ground. 

“Why do you resort to self-harm every time?” Yangyang sighs as he watches the blood drip off of her fingertips and onto the ground, leading her across campus to fix up her hand. 

Nana stays silent, and Yangyang just shakes his head, knowing she was too stubborn to listen. His gaze hardened when he saw Renjun walking out of one of his classes, already heading in their direction. But before he could lead Nana out of the impending argument that was inevitably going to happen, Renjun already saw them from across the hall, and was walking towards the two of them. 

“Hey, Yang Nana, what happened to your hand?” Renjun asks in mock concern, his eyes lingering on the blood dripping down her hand. “Lost your temper again?”

She scowls at the bitchy tone of his otherwise sweet words. “None of your fucking business, kiss-up.”

“That's no way to speak to the student council president,” he tsks, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “Calm down, I was just asking. Sometimes I think you hate me for no reason.”

“Yeah, you’re only student council president to build your resume because your grades are trash,” she snaps. “And because only two people ran for president. Get your head out of your fucking ass, bitch.”

“Last time I checked, I’m number 4 overall in the school for grades. You’re just two places higher because you fucking cheated,” Renjun sneers back. 

“Wow, the perfect boy knows how to curse,” she gasps sarcastically, before addressing his accusations. “And no, I didn’t cheat. Just because I’m smarter than your dumb ass doesn’t mean I cheated. I don’t care about my image and status being perfect as much as you do, you conceited bitch.”

“Oh, really? Why don’t you tutor me then?” he suggests with a smirk on his face, raising an eyebrow.

“Mhm… no, go kiss your chemistry teacher’s ass. Maybe Dr. Ou-Yang will pity you and give you a chance at being valedictorian… that is, if you can beat Huang Xinyi… or me,” she retorts.

Renjun hesitates for a moment, and Nana takes this chance to stick her middle finger in his face and brush past him, Yangyang’s hand still firmly in her grip. 

“God, he’s such an annoying shit,” she scowls. “Pretentious ass.”

Yangyang sighs, unconsciously repeating Renjun’s words. “Sometimes I think you hate him for no reason.”

She stops in her tracks abruptly, turning to look at him sharply. “I have very good reasons to dislike him, in fact. You of all people should know this.”

He holds in yet another sigh, nodding as he walks Nana into the nurse’s office. The student who was taking Dr. Li’s place during his break, Guo Yifeng, glances at Nana and her bleeding hand and frowns— while suppressing a smile at the sight of her hand firmly in Yangyang’s grip. 

“What happened, Nana?” Yifeng asks, cocking her head in the direction of her injured hand. 

“Glass shards,” Nana responds plainly, not caring to elaborate further. 

Yangyang lets go of her hand and pushes her slightly towards the seat next to Yifeng, causing her to fall into it ungracefully. 

Yifeng gently takes Nana’s hand, inspecting the glass puncturing her skin with a sigh. She turns away to grab a bottle of disinfecting alcohol and a few cotton balls, dampening the cotton with the alcohol as she speaks. 

“The glass cut pretty deep into you, so I’m going to need to use tweezers to pick them out,” she explains as she lightly wipes away the blood near the wounds on Nana’s hand. Grabbing a tweezer, Yifeng looked at her closely. “It might hurt, but I don't have enough time to take you to a hospital. We can’t let the glass go in any deeper, or it’ll never come out and keep cutting you internally, causing a lot of internal bleeding.”

Nana nods indifferently, sucking in a breath as she feels Yifeng’s tweezers pulling a glass shard out of her hand. With her other hand, Yifeng immediately grabbed a cotton pad to press against the blood rushing out from the open wound.

After extracting a few more pieces and bandaging her hand carefully, Yifeng breathes out in relief. 

“You’re lucky there weren’t that many small pieces that went underneath your skin, but make sure to let your hand rest for about a week. Change bandages everyday, and if you don’t have enough of them, you can always come back to get more,” she says with a smile. “Try not to get injured so much in the future, okay?”

But her words went ignored as Nana grabs Yangyang’s hand again and exits the nurse’s office. 

“Where do you want to go now?” Nana asks. “God, this means that I can’t work. Fuck it, I’m working anyway. I need the money.”

“You should rest. But before that— let's go beat up your ex.”

“But… ” she starts, a little apprehensive— but brushes off her concerns quickly, slightly scared to ruin her reputation by turning Yangyang down. “Never mind. yeah, let’s go.”

They approach Yangyang’s motorcycle, Nana climbing on directly behind Yangyang. 

Though he looked composed, all of his thoughts masked behind his indifferent facade, Yangyang shakes with rage under his calm expression. Nana has been the only person he’s ever trusted, and he became extremely wary when she started dating Jaemin. 

Yangyang was so suspicious of his perfect facade, and the way they even met— Jaemin lived in Korea, for fuck’s sake. He visited China every few weeks only when he didn’t want to attend school, until he graduated. He moved to a university near their school in China, yet turned down her multiple offers to meet up, despite the significant decrease of difficulty to just walk a few blocks down to meet his girlfriend. 

And a few days ago, his fling had texted Nana and apologized, explaining what had happened. She had hooked up with Jaemin multiple times without knowing that he had a girlfriend. 

Instead of wanting to kill Jaemin like he had expected, she had only sent him a “fuck you” text and blocked him everywhere she could. 

Yangyang knew that Nana was broken, yet she pushed him away— and there was nothing he could do about it. 

Once they got to the back of Jaemin’s university, Yangyang dialed his number, making sure that his number remained unknown to Jaemin. 

“Back of your school,” Yangyang snaps angrily. “Square up, you fucking asshole.”

“I’m surprised that Jaemin didn’t hit you back,” Nana sighs as she bandages Yangyang’s wounds. “but holy fucking shit, Jeno is strong as fuck.”

She had only gotten a punch in the nose by Jaemin’s friend Haechan, but Jaemin pulled him back, unable to help Yangyang while Jeno had, quite literally, beaten Yangyang up. 

“Don’t remind me,” he groans, as he hissed out in pain when Nana’s alcohol wipes brushed over his open wounds. “God, I had no idea Jaemin’s friends were assholes too. I thought they’d be mad that Jaemin cheated, but they’re sticking up for a motherfucker like him? Wow. I am absolutely fucking speechless.”

“I know, I can’t believe it either,” she sighs, while turning to glance at the clock, gasping as she reads the time. “Shit, it’s already 4. I need to go to work.”

“Not with that,” Yangyang eyes her bandaged hand, with a raised eyebrow and a pointed expression on his face. 

She just rolls her eyes at him. “You can’t stop me.”

“Well, I’ll still be at your house when you get back. We’re going to a party at night,” he sighs out, knowing that he couldn’t change her mind, being the stubborn person she was.

ii. truth or dare? that’s boring, let’s play dare or humiliation!

True to his word, Yangyang was still sitting on her couch nearly six hours later, scrolling through his Netflix account that he logged into on Nana’s TV.

“Oh, you’re back,” he yawns, blinking his drowsiness away as he sat up. “Just finished binging The Untamed. Gosh, I forgot how much it fucking sucks.”

She makes a sound acknowledging his statement while rubbing her eyes, setting her bag down on a chair. 

“God, just came back from three shifts,” she sighs tiredly. “And I’m barely making enough to cover this month,”

Yangyang frowns at his friend’s tired state. “Nana… I told you that I can help you pay it off, I have too much money anywa—”

“No.” She interrupts sternly. “Ma would’ve hated that. She hated owing people money, and I’ll just feel bad knowing that you paid off Ma’s hospital debt, which should’ve been Ba’s responsibility. But he’s gone too, so it’s my job now. I’m not going to let you offer me your whole allowance to cover this.”

Yangyang sighs. “But you literally work, like, 30 hours a week on the weekdays and an extra 20 hours a week on the weekends! You need a break, I’ll just cover one month for you—”

“Stop it, Yangyang. I said no.”

He just pouts. I can’t ever do anything nice for Nana without her getting upset. 

“Fine. Let’s get ready, the party is in half an hour.”

“What party?” she asks in confusion. “I’m fucking exhausted, I’m not in the mood to party.”

But he just ignores her words as he pulls out an outfit for her from a bag that he had placed inconspicuously on the floor a few hours ago. “Put it on, I’m waiting!”

“When did you even buy this?!” she gapes, her eyes widening as she reads the designer brand name and the price tag of each piece. Her jaw drops upon reading the huge number. “Yangyang, this is literally enough to cover two months of the hospital debt!! What were you thinking?! This is so fucking expensive I-”

“It’s not important… put it on!” he says, cutting her off successfully. 

She exhales a breath steadily, and goes into her room to change, with the outfit in her hands. Yangyang had chosen a pair of high-waisted ripped straight denim jeans, a Gucci belt, and a black ribbed tube top with sheer sleeves, leaving a small section of skin exposed above the waistband.

Nana sighs, feeling bad for accepting all of the extravagant gifts Yangyang buys for her— at this point, he could honestly pass for her sugar daddy. She pairs the outfit with more jewelry that he bought for her; a simple gold chain choker, and a few rings— a twisted silver one on her right index, a simple rose gold one that she placed halfway on her right middle finger, a bronze chain one on her right index, a thick jade ring that she got from her grandmother (the only one that wasn’t from Yangyang), which she placed on her left middle finger, a gold one with a crescent moon on it halfway on her left ring finger (which was from a matching set with Yangyang), and a claw ring that started from the base of her left index to adorning the tip of her finger. 

Grabbing a pair of purple tinted glasses to, hopefully, complete her look, she walks outside of her room. “Yangyang, you really need to stop buying me shit… you’re literally being a sugar daddy at this point,” she jokes. 

“Oh? Do you want me to be your daddy?” he smirks, and Nana’s eyes widen slightly at the innuendo, but she just scoffs, a disgusted expression on her face.

“You wish.”

Yangyang snickers at that, and casually grabs a pair of heeled sandals out of the same bag as before. “Shoes.”

Nana sighs. “Literally 90% of the shit I wear is bought by you, Yangyang, you really need to stop.”

But her words go ignored by Yangyang, who places the shoes into her hands.

“Let’s go,” he smiles as she finishes fastening her new shoes, taking her hand and leading her out of her apartment, back onto his motorcycle again. 

Nana wrinkles her nose at the already overwhelming scent of alcohol in the air as she enters the party with Yangyang. She mentally freezes in anger as she realizes whose party this is, seeing Renjun — who’s already drunk and complaining about something (probably Nana) to his friend Chenle—from across the room. 

She turns accusingly to Yangyang, but he was already gone; he knew better than to stick around and get yelled at by Nana. 

With a sigh, she walks into the kitchen, grabbing a mixed drink on the table, grimacing at the initial taste. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” a voice says behind her. She smirks as she turns to meet his eyes. 

“Guanheng, what the fuck did you put in this drink?” Nana snorts as she takes another sip.

“Ah… it’s my new special, the one I’d like to call Drunk In My Bed,” he snickers. “How is it?”

“Terrible,” she jokes. “I think I’ll Puke In Your Bed instead.”

He frowns, clutching his chest in mock pain. 

“How rude of you, Nana,” he gasps out playfully. “That’s my favorite creation!”

She smirks while downing the rest of the drink. “When are we playing beer pong?”

“Any time you want, babe,” he flirts, raising an eyebrow with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Are you playing with me?”

“Only if you don’t suck, sweetheart,” she plays along. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go make better drinks. You need an upgraded bartender.”

With that, she grabs the tequila, vodka, Sprite, mango juice and orange juice from his fridge, along with a drink shaker and a few syrups he has stashed in a cupboard. 

She shakes up an array of drinks, making Guanheng hand them out, who promises a round of beer pong after everyone is drunk enough. 

Nana rests her arm on Yangyang’s shoulder as she hands him a drink. He takes it and drinks it, humming in approval. 

“What’s happening now?” she asks. 

“Nothing interesting,” he shrugs. “Just Renjun shit-talking you, but I didn’t expect anything more from that snake.”

She sighs in response. “Let’s beat him up later, we’re playing beer pong first.”

Just as she finishes speaking, Guanheng claps his hands to get everyone’s attention. “Hey everyone, we’re playing beer pong, so join me in the room with a partner if you want to play or watch— there’s a total of three tables to play on.”

“Let’s go,” Nana smiles, taking Yangyang’s hand and leading him to the beer pong tables. “You want to play?”

“No, I’ll just watch you and Guanheng argue,” he smirks.

“I heard my name,” Guanheng winks as he joins Nana at one side of a table. 

“Who wants to play against the godly beer pong duo?!” Yangyang yells out loudly. 

The party goes silent for a moment, before Renjun (who is already nearly bat-shit drunk) yells, “Me and Chenle-ya will do it!”

“You’ve made a bad decision, Renjun-ah,” he mumbles out to Renjun with a smirk on his face. 

“It’s okay, he was a bad decision,” Nana smirks. “Bring it on, losers.”

Before Renjun could open his mouth to retort, Yangyang pushes them to the other side of the table. And suddenly, the two other beer pong tables look empty as everyone huddles around the center table with Nana and Guanheng against Renjun and Chenle. 

“Let’s fucking go, Yang Nana!” Siyuan yells out loudly, already almost batshit drunk. Chenle and Guanheng fill their respective cups with beer as Renjun and Nana stare at each other. 

“Bring it on, Mr. Perfect,” Nana snickers. 

Renjun grabs a ping-pong ball and aims it at their side of cups, but it bounces off the rim of the center cup and onto the table. 

“Darn, your aim sucks,” she taunts as she grabs herself a ball, easily tossing it into the cup closest to Renjun. The crowd of students go wild as she cocks an eyebrow at him. “Drink up, prez.”

He mutters out complaints while tossing the ball back to their side, taking the cup of beer and drinking it all. Chenle grabs another ball, resisting the urge to facepalm at the obvious tension between the two, and easily gets it into the cup closest to the center. 

Guanheng sighs as he grabs the cup, tossing the ball back to Chenle, who hands it to Renjun, and downs the beer— so quickly that it leaves a burn in his throat, which he grimaces at, before grabbing their ping-pong ball. 

He manages to get it into the cup in the corner, and Nana lets out a small breath of relief as Chenle drinks all of the liquid in the cup.

Renjun squints at cups in front of him, his vision already getting a little blurry with the alcohol in his lightweight system. 

Surprisingly, he manages to get it into the left cup in the second row. Nana grabs it with a scoff, taking out the ball and throwing it at Renjun’s head before pouring the whole drink into her mouth, throwing the cup behind her. 

She grabs the ball in Guanheng’s hand, staring closely as she aims it at a random cup, and it lands in with a splash. Renjun lets out an audible groan as he grabs the cup, rolls the ball towards the other side, and drinks it all. 

It’s Chenle’s turn now, but he misses, and Renjun nearly screams in frustration. 

“Chenle, you fucking suck,” he whines, and Nana doesn’t even suppress the laugh bubbling up within her. 

“You also missed one,” she smirks. “Therefore, you also suck.”

Guanheng grabs the ball and lands it into the cup nearest to the center, and Chenle grumbles an insult at Renjun as he drinks it. 

“All your fucking fault for making me play with you,” Chenle tsks. “I should’ve just ignored you.”

Renjun just shrugs as he attempts to throw the ball into another cup. But it fails, bouncing on the rim of two cups before landing on the table— but by now, mostly everyone has dissipated from the crowd, disappointed in Renjun’s and Chenle’s lack of skill. Nana just gives him a mocking pity smile as she tosses the ball into the right cup in the second row.

“Looks like you’re the one who fucking sucks,” she snickers, watching as he downs the cup of beer with a pout on his face.

“Shut up, you’re only good because you have nothing better to do,” he snaps. 

“That’s a bad way of coping, assuming things just because you’re bad at it. You’d be bad at this even if you did it every single day,” she says disapprovingly with a click of her tongue. “You just don’t know how to do anything except be a nerd. Is this your first time tasting alcohol, goody two shoes?”

Chenle interrupts their argument with a cough, getting his ball into the middle cup closest to the other side. Guanheng exhales air through his nose as he drinks, slamming the cup on the table as he consumes the whole cup. He grabs the ping pong ball, focusing on the last cup standing on the other side. 

“You better get this one, or I’m never playing beer pong with you again,” Nana whispers threateningly. 

“Don’t worry about it, honey,” he smirks back as he bounces the ball on the table, and into the last cup. 

Renjun groans as Chenle finishes the last cup on their side, whining about Chenle making them lose. 

“As customary to our version of beer pong, you guys also have to split the last three cups of beer too,” Nana winks as she leaves the room.

Siyuan drags Nana to the group of people playing their version of Truth or Dare. 

“Siyuan, Truth or Dare is the dumbest game in the history of dumb games,” Nana deadpans. “For the last time, I am not playing.”

“Hey, hey,” Guanheng pipes up from the circle. “We’re not playing Truth or Dare. That’s boring. We’re playing Dare or Humiliation!”

Nana raises her eyebrows. 

“Come on, just one round, please?” Siyuan pouts, and she groans, obliging with a few “fine, okay”’s falling from her lips. 

Siyuan spins the bottle in the middle to choose the first victim player. 

And it lands on Siyuan. Nana smirks as she senses Siyuan’s grimace. 

“Tang Siyuan,” Nana says. “Dare or Humiliation?”

“Hm… um, I’ll pick Dare,” Siyuan sighs.

“Wise choice,” Guanheng winks at her, and spins the wheel of dares on his phone, which everyone in the circle contributed to. 

“Mix Lao Gan Ma, soymilk, mung bean ice cream, sesame paste, orange juice, salted egg crackers, that 5-day old jasmine milk tea with brown sugar boba and coconut jelly in Guanheng’s fridge, and yogurt in a blender and drink it,” he snickers, but it fades and a terrified expression grows on his face as he reads the rest of the dare. “And then… kiss Guanheng. I- wait, what? What if I got this one? Would I kiss myself?” 

The two victims cringe at the sound of the monstrous dare. 

“Now, who came up with this?!” he cries out in terror. 

“Me,” Yangyang says casually. “Great dare, right? I was kind of hoping that Siyuan would get this one.”

Siyuan scowls at him as everyone else in the circle excitedly gets up to make her the gag-guaranteed drink.

Soon, Nana approaches her again with the demonic concoction of a drink— chunky and revolting— with a shit-eating grin on her face as Siyuan reluctantly accepts the cursed cup of disgusting foods. 

“Drink up, darling,” she smirks at the scowl on Siyuan’s face. 

Plugging her nose and quickly pouring the mixture into her mouth, she swallows with a grimace on her face. 

“Oh God, that was nasty. Guanheng, come here,” Siyuan says with a cheeky grin on her face, grabbing him by the neck. She connects her lips with Guanheng’s, making sure that she slides her tongue into his mouth— forcing him to taste the gag-worthy drink, too. 

He pulls away as soon as she lets go, coughing and choking at the taste. 

“I’m getting water to wash that shit down,” he gags, as she follows him to get some for herself as well.

Siyuan sits back down in the circle, spinning the bottle again a little too eagerly. 

It lands on Yangyang, and he groans out “Dare”, as Guanheng spins the wheel again. 

“Kiss the person closest to you,” he reads. “Simple enough. You and Meng Xiyun.”

Xiyun cringes slightly at the dare, but stays in place as Yangyang pecks her on the lips, an indifferent expression on his face as he grabs the bottle to spin. 

About ten rounds go by before the bottle lands on Nana. 

“Dare,” she shrugs.

“Shit, we’re out of dares,” Guanheng sighs as he looks at the zero at the top of the “New Dares” list. “Anyone have a dare for her?”

Siyuan perks up, a little too eagerly as she downs the rest of her Tsingdao beer bottle, slamming it onto the floor as she yells out drunkenly, “MAKE OUT WITH HUANG RENJUN!”

Everyone in the circle goes silent. Nana’s eyes flick to the side of the room, where Renjun is still shit-talking someone (presumably, her) to Chenle, who looks extremely exasperated, but unable to stop his friend from complaining. 

She hesitates for a few moments, but smirks and lets out a scoff as she processes the dare. 

“Sure, I’ll do it,” she said indifferently, grabbing Yangyang’s half-empty beer bottle and chugging the rest of it before slamming it down on the ground again. 

“Nana, what the fuck,” Yangyang deadpanned.

“Bitch, I’m not doing this sober.”

Everyone’s eyes widen in complete shock as she stands up and makes her way towards Renjun. 

He loses his train of thought as he sees Nana walking towards him, and Chenle takes this as a cue to leave. She smirks at his pathetic attempt to back away— completely backing himself into a wall instead. 

She slaps her hand to the wall beside him as she looks him up and down in disgust. She raises an eyebrow, exhaling heavily through her nose.

“Hey, student council president,” she scoffs. “Don’t you know it’s rude to talk shit about other people? Especially if they can hear you?”

He lets out an audible gulp as her hot breath brushes across face, making him look even more flushed on top of his drunken red glow.

“I— uh, yeah— but—” Renjun stammers, but before he could get an excuse out, she leans in even closer and his eyes blow wide as she connects her lips to his.

He doesn’t know how to react. His lips stay completely frozen as hers move against his passionately. Out of all the things he expected to happen, getting his first kiss as a makeout session from the person he hated the most was absolutely not one of them.

Renjun loses it when her tongue glides over his bottom lip, gasping into the kiss as her tongue slides into his mouth. He closes his eyes, kissing back as he moves his hands up to her head, pulling her even closer to him. He nearly moans into the kiss as her fingers find their way onto him, running through the hairs at the nape of his neck as her tongue explores each and every crevice of his mouth. 

But just when Renjun was debating whether to slide his tongue into her mouth as well— something that had never even crossed his mind before, let alone considered— Nana suddenly pulls away, blowing out a breath against his lips before walking away, throwing a wink behind her shoulder at him before joining the circle again.

“I told you it was easy,” she states nonchalantly, like she definitely did not just have a heated makeout session with someone whom she hated more than her father (which was truly an impressive feat). 

The rest of the group was still shocked, staring at her like she just entered the room from the ceiling.

“You— Renjun— that—“ Siyuan sputters out in disbelief, the shock from watching that probably sobering up her mind. “You actually did it?! I was joking, Nana. And I was drunk!”

“Don’t pretend to be innocent,” Nana rolls her eyes. “I know that all of you wanted to see that.”

A wave of embarrassment hits Renjun after he hears the conversation, as tears well up in his eyes. 

Of course she isn’t interested in you, Renjun, he thought bitterly to himself. You were a fucking asshole to her. 

And his eyes widen at the thought of thinking of her that way and he spins back to look at Nana��s expression, which looks uncannily similar to the Cheshire cat’s. 

Don’t I hate her? Why do I even care?

His thoughts were nearly visible on his face. 

Oh, sweetheart… that’s only what you want to believe, Nana thinks to herself, the shit-eating grin plastered on her face only growing.

iii. step one: try to make him like you— well shit, step one failed.

Nana wakes up in Yangyang’s bed to a massive headache and around fifty text notifications blowing up her phone. 

Rubbing her eyes and yawning, she sits up, blinking her eyes as she regains consciousness, drinking a glass of water on the table beside the bed she was in.

She unlocks her phone, her eyes widening comically as she reads the texts guilty of blowing up her notifications for the past few hours. 

siyuan idiot 🤺 — 01:04babe i know you’re batshit drunk right now but i think it’s a good idea to text you this so you DO know even though i’m right next to your drunk ass right the fuck now don’t kill me pls but i dared you to makeout with huang renjun and your dumbfuck ass DID… i- I’M SORRY FOR THE DARE ??? BUT I I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE ACTUALLY GOING TO DO IT ?@?1)*;&2(#1%$?!/ 😭😭 NANA PLEASE DON’T KILL ME ;A;

guanheng aka devil 👹 — 01:47 YANG NANA YOU DID NOT YOU FUCKING MADE OUT WITH HUANG RENJUN ??? IN FRONT OF EVERYONE AT MY PARTY???? OH MY GOD I NEVER KNEW THIS DAY WOULD COME LMFAOO i am ACTUALLY WHEEZING btw i recorded it ;) Attachment: 1 video i’m sending this to everyone LMAOOOO

guanheng aka devil 👹 — 09:31Renjun’s at mine rn and he’s having a breakdown bc i told him what happened BSHKDSMSN help i’m trying not to laugh but it’s nOT WORKING

yangyang fake tsundere 😇 — 10:26you’re at my house rn (in case your hungover ass forgot <3) i just left to go buy you breakfast ok? do not call 119 today bc i’m not there :) i did NOT abandon you

Her face pales. 

She kissed Renjun last night? The Huang Renjun who she claims to hate so much?

Nana’s cheeks flush upon watching the video. 

Oh God. I’m fucked.

“Siyuan, this is all your fucking fault,” Nana whines, back at her favorite spot (or the rooftop). Her legs dangle off the side, and she kicks her feet around like a child as she frowns in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, Nana,” she apologizes for the umpteenth time, handing Nana a cup of her favorite drink: roasted oolong milk tea with brown sugar boba, light sugar and no ice. 

Nana begrudgingly accepts, taking a sip and smiling at the taste. “I’ll forgive you after you buy me… hm, another twenty of these.”

But her smile soon fades again, remembering all the memories that she associated with the drink. 

“Nana? Earth to Nana,” Siyuan says, snapping her fingers in front of Nana’s face. 

Hearing the loud sound, she snaps back to reality and blinks away the memories, turning to face her friend. 

“What?” Nana asks. 

“I said,” she smirks. “Maybe you can use Renjun to get over Jaemin.”

She subconsciously flinches at the sound of his name. 

“I… well, I mean,” Nana stutters. “It’s not a bad idea?”

“Exactly!” she grins. “You hate him anyway. No strings attached, you know? What’s the worst that can happen— you guys hating each other more?”

Nana forces a grin onto her face. “I’ll… I’ll think about it, yeah.”

Why am I hesitating?

“Why think? You have such a good opportunity. If only you saw his face yesterday after the kiss… oho. He was staring at you like you were some angel,” Siyuan snickers. “Angel, my ass. Devil is more like it.”

Despite the pile of excuses lying on the tip of her tongue, Nana blurts out, “I’ll do it.”

Siyuan’s eyes widen comically, not expecting Nana to accept her poorly thought-out plan so easily, but she brushes it aside. 

“Step one,” she smirks. “Pair up with him in History today, and try to get him to like you. We have group projects starting today.”

“How do you know?”

“Hello? Did all that alcohol yesterday make you dumb?” Siyuan jokes. “I just had History first period.”

Nana gasps. “WAIT… Did you pair up with… with Guanheng?”

Her cheeks dust with pink at Nana’s accusation. “Well… maybe.”

Nana lets out a cackle. “I fucking knew it. I fucking knew it.”

“Shut up, Yang Nana!” Siyuan fumes in embarrassment. 

“Make me, Tang Siyuan!” Nana retorts with a smirk on her face, but it dies as she realizes a very important detail that could make her plan go very wrong. “Wait… but Chenle is in Renjun’s class! Won’t they pair up?”

Siyuan lets out a sharp exhale of mock offense. 

“I already have that sorted out, babygirl,” she rolls her eyes. “Who do you take me for? An idiot?”

“Yeah, sometimes,” Nana teases. 

Siyuan pouts. “Hey! Sometimes?!”

“Nah, I changed my mind,” Nana says, with a shit-eating grin on her face, and pauses for good measure before continuing her thought. “All the time.”

Just as Siyuan opens her mouth to retort, the school bell rings loudly. 

“Gotta go— I have to go implement step one,” she snickers.

Throwing a teasing wink in her direction, Nana opens the door to the stairwell as a teacher yells from down below, “Are you guys on the roof? During school hours?”

Taking that as a cue to leave, Nana kicks the door open. The teacher to the entrance of the building as the two of them race down the stairs and exit through the back door of the building— just in time as they hear loud footsteps rushing up the staircase.

They collectively let out loud exhales of relief, before Siyuan gasps. 

“Nana, our bags are up there!”

“... Shit.”

They collectively groan, but Nana convinces Siyuan to go to their math class first. 

“It’s fine, I’m always in detention,” Nana grimaces. “Just tell the teacher I have, uh… period cramps.”

She opens her mouth to argue, but before she could get a single word out, they hear sounds of footsteps coming back down the staircase, and Nana shoves her away. 

“Go!” she mouths at Siyuan, who frowns but runs to class.

She heads back into the building, only to be confronted by her old biology teacher. 

“Yang Nana,” he sighs. “Why am I not surprised?”

She doesn’t respond, keeping an emotionless expression on her face. 

He let out another sigh. “You just earned yourself a week of detention.”

“Cool,” Nana deadpans, before brushing past Mr. Han and walking up the staircase.

Mr. Han just blinks in confusion at the disrespect he had just witnessed— which, to be fair, was probably one of the only disrespectful actions he had ever seen from a student— but before he instinctively yells at her, he just shakes his head, lets out a sigh of disappointment, and exits the building.

Nana scrambles up the staircase, completely out of breath by the time she reaches the top, panting as she grabs the two backpacks and races back down.

“Pair up, everyone,” Mr. Yao announces lazily. “Find one person to work with— absolutely no groups of three.”

Renjun glances at Chenle, but he looks back at Renjun apologetically. “Sorry, I’m pairing up with Yifeng.”

He shoots Chenle a death glare, while scanning the classroom to find someone else who didn’t have a partner. 

And his stomach drops when he realizes that the only other person who seemed to be alone was Yang Nana— the devil incarnate.

“You’re such a traitor,” Renjun sighs dramatically to Chenle. “You owe me so much for this.”

With that, he walks over to where Nana is sitting in the back corner of the class. He tries not to blush as memories of the previous night flash before his eyes. 

“Oh wow, you’re voluntarily pairing up with me,” Nana deadpans, raising a singular eyebrow. “Class president got no friends left?”

Renjun resists the urge to fight back. 

“So you’re back to being a bitch after making out with me,” he blurts out. 

She lets out a mix of a scoff and a laugh at that, raising her eyebrows at his comment. 

“Oh darling, did you think I did that because I like you?” Nana snickers. “Too bad it was just a dare, then.”

Ignoring the completely dejected look on Renjun’s face, she pushes herself out of her chair and leaves the table to take the assignment from Mr. Yao.

Step one: failed, she sighs to herself. Nana clenches her jaw in annoyance. Why do I even need him to like me? 

“Can I have your WeChat username, at least?” Renjun sighs as she returns with one packet of instructions, haphazardly tossing it onto his desk. 

“What, you want to take me out?” she smirks. 

“In your dreams,” he manages to retort. “No, you idiot, it’s for the goddamn project.”

“That would be in my nightmares,” she scoffs. “I’m starting to think you purposely made your friend pair up with that girl so you could pair up with me.”

Renjun sputters out indignantly at her sarcastic jab, and Nana just tuts condescendingly as she grabs his open phone and punches her WeChat username into his phone harshly.

As the sound of the school bell pierces through the chattering noises in the classroom, she drops his phone into his lap indifferently, grabs her bag, and is the first to exit the room.

iv. alexa, play any random song. wait— no, NOT PPAP

huang renjun — 15:28hi it’s renjun when are you free to work on the project together

Nana scoffs at the notification, but as soon as she picks up her phone to respond, her coworker, Dejun, tells her to go take the order of the new customers. 

Stuffing her phone into her apron pocket, she stands behind the cashier table. 

“Hi, welcome to Wei Shen Cafe— oh, it’s you,” her fake smile disappears in an instant as she glowers at Renjun and Chenle standing across from her. “What do you want, nerd? Are you following me?”

“You wish,” Renjun snaps back. “This is one of the most popular cafes around here, you aren’t fucking special.”

“Hurry up and order,” Chenle groans. 

But Renjun just ignores him, and continues pestering Nana. 

“Aren’t you rich, Yang Nana? I wouldn’t think you’d be working at a cafe like this,” he prods, trying to get a reaction out of her. 

But luckily, before she could open her mouth and cause a huge scene in the cafe (and maybe get fired if her boss comes out), Dejun comes to her rescue. 

“What would you like? As you can see, there’s a long line behind you,” he tells Renjun plainly. “Please leave or order now.”

Chenle sighs in embarrassment, pushing Renjun aside as he orders two drinks hurriedly, pulling him to a table to sit down at. 

“Thanks,” she mutters to Dejun, and he gasps mockingly. 

“The Yang Nana? Saying something nice to me??” He gapes teasingly. “No problem. He was being a jerk anyway. Like, who does he think he is?! Commenting about you and what you do with your money like that? What an asshole.”

“You can say that again,” Nana sighs, resisting the urge to spit in the matcha latte she was making for Renjun. 

huang renjun — today at 16:03when do you get off your shift

Nana just rolls her eyes, changing his name in her WeChat.

now watch me na(e)na(e) has changed huang renjun’s nickname to bitchboy extraordinaire

now watch me na(e)na(e) — today at 16:07none of your goddamn business, bitchface

bitchboy extraordinaire — today at 16:07i’ll ignore that nicknamei’m fucking waiting for you right now when do you get off

now watch me na(e)na(e) — today at 16:12oh, you’re waiting? how sweet. i literally get off at 1am let’s see how long you can wait

bitchboy extraordinaire — today at 16:13what…. doesn’t wei shen close at 10 ?? you’re fucking lying

now watch me na(e)na(e) — today at 16:20what’s it to you? we don’t need to see each other to work on this project anyway fuck off. go do it yourself you don’t have 8 hours of work like me every day

With that, she slips her phone into her back pocket and ignores the notifications buzzing from it.

Days pass, and the only thing on Renjun’s mind is her. The only thing he can think about is Yang Nana, that fucking stupid kiss, and the way his heart feels like it's about to beat out of his chest when he even catches a glimpse of her anywhere. 

He’s fallen for her, and he hates it. Renjun knows that Nana doesn’t give a shit about him, so why does he still like her? 

And why did she even hate him? 

He feels like he’s going insane. He malfunctions every time she talks to him, and all of their flirty teasing is starting to get to him. His face fires up whenever she calls him darling, whenever she even smirks at him. 

Renjun’s infatuated with her, and there’s nothing he can do but forget about it, and hope it’ll go away. Or confess, and inevitably get his heart broken. 

“Fuck you, Yang Nana,” he mutters to himself.

Shaking his head and sighing at himself, Renjun goes back to studying— only to be interrupted by another notification, and his eyebrows raise, seeing that it’s from Nana. 

now watch me na(e)na(e) — today at 11:51okay it’s a saturday so i don’t have that much work since you’re so fucking annoying, when do you want to work on the stupid project

bitchboy extraordinaire — today at 11:53 have you ever considered that i might be busy

now watch me na(e)na(e) — today at 11:54 no if you’re “busy” then go do the damn project yourself

bitchboy extraordinaire — today at 11:55have i ever mentioned that i hate your guts

now watch me na(e)na(e) — today at 11:57 yes many times like i said you can kiss my ass. i don’t give a shit.

bitchboy extraordinaire — today at 11:58fuck you

now watch me na(e)na(e) — today at 11:58i know you want that anyways show up at 2pm at my house, or i will commit arson on your ass whenever i see you next

Renjun is left choking on his own spit at her very obvious sexual innuendo.

bitchboy extraordinaire — today at 12:01 i don’t even know where you live

But his message goes ignored, and he sighs out a deep breath of annoyance. 

Yang Nana, stop fucking with my head, will you?

Two hours later, Renjun receives a message with her address, and he looks down at Nana’s message and the apartment building he found himself in front of. 

Floor 12, he reads. Room 7.

“No elevator?!” he cries out, his eyes staring at the dusty blue stairs with paint peeling off of them, the worn-out wood, and the rusty handlebar. 

I guess I’m climbing twelve flights of stairs, he sighs to himself, 

By the time he reaches the top, he feels like he’s done his brother’s leg workout, wiping sweat accumulating on his forehead. He pants out in exhaustion, taking his water bottle out of his bag and gulping down half of it to quench the sandpaper consistency his throat had started to resemble. 

Finding Nana’s apartment was also a challenge, since there were no room number labels on the walls; and he finds himself knocking on her door at 2:20 pm. 

“Sorry I’m late, I couldn’t find your place,” Renjun blurts out, mentally cursing himself for even bothering to apologize. “And why are there no elevators in this big ass apartment building? Are you really so poor that you need to live at such a worn-down—“

He doesn’t finish his thought before Nana grabs him by the collar and pulls him into her apartment harshly. 

“Have you realized that not everyone is as rich as you?!” she snaps angrily. “Why are you even here if you care so much? If you didn’t want to work with me, you wouldn’t have even come here. So what’s your fucking problem, Huang?”

He falls silent. 

“I’m— I,” he stumbles over his words. “I was just surprised, sorry. I didn’t know you were… you were… ” 

“Poor. I know, I’m pretty fucking poor,” she sneers, rolling her eyes as she grabs his wrist and leads her towards her room. 

He tries to stop asking so many questions, but when he notices the empty house, he opens his mouth to speak again. 

“Yes, I live alone,” she snips tiredly. 

His mouth closes. 

“What happened to your parents?” Renjun asks. 

He knows that he shouldn’t, but he can’t help but be curious— realizing that there was a lot he didn’t know about Nana than he had thought.

But she remains silent, and he takes that as a cue to stop talking.

Stupid, they both think, but for different reasons. 

“Alexa, play any random song,” Nana says to her Amazon Echo that Yangyang had gifted her a few years ago. 

“Generating a random song,” Alexa says, shuffling a list of songs. “Playing: Pen Pineapple Apple Pen, long version.”

Nana resists the urge to unplug and throw the device against the wall, as the man sings, “I have a pen, I have an apple… uh. Apple Pen. I have a pen, I have pineapple… uh. Pineapple P—“

“Wait—” she groans out at the sound. “No, NOT PPAP. Alexa, shut the fuck up.”

”If only it were that easy to get an Apple Pen,” she mutters.

Renjun lets out a snicker at that.

Around three hours of bickering, arguing and yelling later, Nana stands up. 

“I need to go to work— good luck with the rest,” she informs him, closing her laptop and standing up to open her closet to grab her work bag and supplies. “I did way more work than you, since you were arguing with me and staring at me for most of the time, so… it’s not my work anymore. Go research about that stupid guy, and finish the presentation.”

Renjun raises his eyebrows at her clothing collection as she opens the door. 

“If you’re so poor, how do you have Gucci—” he starts, but he’s cut off by Nana. 

“Gifts,” she sighs out in frustration. “So many goddamn questions, you fuckface. Stop being so nosy, will you?”

With that, she grabs his laptop, shoves it into his backpack, and pushes it into his chest. 

“Get out.”

As soon as they exit her apartment, Nana turns around and locks the door behind her. 

“How do you get down to the lobby?” he asks. 

“With the stairs,” she deadpans. 

Renjun groans at the thought of going back down the stairs. “It’s not that bad. I used to live on the 20th floor.”

“What happened, though?” he asks again, as they begin down the stairs. 

“Why do you need to know?” she retorts. 

“Because…” he starts, fumbling over his words. “Because, I… I want to know. I think we didn’t start off too right—”

“No shit, Sherlock,” she snaps. “I don’t think we’re that close to justify me spilling to you my whole life story, though.”

“Maybe another day, when I don’t find you an asshole and a half,” she finishes. 

He mutters something under his breath, but Nana doesn’t hear it— nor is she interested in knowing. 

“Where were you from 2pm to 5pm, young man?” his mother questions as soon as she walks into the house, locking her Tesla and sitting down to eat dinner— a very late dinner.

Renjun freezes at her angry tone, sitting in front of his now cold food. “I was working on a project with a friend.”

“Chenle?” she asks. “He says that you weren’t at his house.”

“Not Chenle,” he replies. “Another person in my class.”

His mother tsks. “Show me the work you two did.”

He obliges, bending down to unzip his backpack and show her the presentation. 

She scoffs (probably at the lack of criticism she can give).

“Why has your school ranking dropped from number 3 to number 4?” she snaps angrily. “What did I tell you about staying in the top three, huh?”

“Only getting an 89 on your chemistry test,” she seeths angrily. “Why can’t you be more like your brother?!”

Renjun’s eyes prick with tears upon the mention of his perfect brother.

“Your brother was so much better than you,” she yells. “He was so perfect. Everyone loved him, he was both popular and smart, getting everything he ever thought about having.

“What about you?! You just managed to snag the title of ‘Student Body President’, because there were no good candidates to choose from! You don’t get good grades, your teachers don’t love you as much, why are you such a failure?! I pay for your tutoring, your extra classes, and you still can’t do well?” she screams. “Why are you so useless? Wasting my money— I knew it was a mistake to have another child.”

Renjun’s tears drip into the broth of his noodles. 

“Stop crying, you fool!” she barks at him. “Does that solve anything for you?!”

He sniffles, slamming his chopsticks down onto the table as he grabs a tissue to wipe at his tears. 

“Why do you do this to me?!” Renjun sobs. “I try so hard to please you, and yet you’re still not happy.”

His mother swallows, sighing as she realizes she went too far.

“I was missing your brother,” she sighs. “I’m sorry, Renjun— I have been going to therapy, but nothing stops the anger.”

But Renjun was done with her excuses. “That doesn’t mean you can just release it all on me. I’m not your punching bag, Ma.”

He glances at the clock but ignores how close it is to midnight— grabbing his coat and phone.

“Going out for a walk,” he mumbles, running out the door and out into the neighborhood.

He tries to ignore his mother’s stupid words, wiping at the stray tears falling from his face. 

I try so hard to be perfect for you, Ma, since Ba left and Ge stays at university, Renjun sighs to himself. Why don’t you ever see it, though?

He checks his phone, sighing as he realizes that it’s already past midnight. 

Oh well, I can always go to the 24-hour convenience store, right?

He approaches the store, the bells on the dore jingling as he enters. 

“Hello, welcome go 24/7— wait, what the fuck are you doing here?” a familiar voice speaks with annoyance. 

Renjun looks up from the shelves, staring incredulously at Yang Nana, working behind the cashier table. 

“I’m… why are you everywhere?!” he snaps. 

“Why are you stalking me?!” she retorts.

“I’m not fucking stalking you! I just left to get some fresh air, and you’re everywhere I go!” he yells. “Forget it.”

But his red and puffy weary eyes don’t go ignored by Nana. Before he can leave the store, she walks around the cashier table and grabs his wrist, pulling him back in and shutting the door behind them. 

“What’s wrong.” 

It’s not a question, it’s a statement. 

He gulps. “Why should I tell you, when you never tell me anything?”

She exhales harshly through her nose. “That’s besides the point. Why were you crying?”

“My mom,” he manages to utter out, and the tears begin welling up in his eyes again. She tosses him a pack of tissues, while choosing a ramen flavor for him as he speaks. 

“She’s never been the same since my parents divorced,” he manages to explain. 

And once he starts talking, everything spills out of his mouth. 

“My brother is two years older than me,” he explains. “He left the country to the United States for university, and he hasn’t come back to visit since. But because he isn’t here anymore, my mom starts to think so highly of him. He was an average child, but now, in her eyes, he was perfect. He was perfect, because for his whole life before college, my parents were together.”

“Today, she was just spewing lies about how good my brother was, that just weren’t true, and making me feel like shit,” he sniffles, as hot tears run down his cold face. “Like I don’t try hard or something. Like it’s easy to be in the top five student grades.”

By the time he’s done explaining, Nana’s already prepared two bowls of instant ramen and two cups of boba milk tea.

“I’m sorry about that,” Nana says, and that’s the first kind thing that Renjun’s ever heard Yang Nana say to him. 

“You’re… you’re being nice,” he gasps, clearing his throat and sniffling as he presses tissues to his leaking eyes.

Nana rolls her eyes. “No, I’m only capable of being mean,” she deadpans. “Here, eat the ramen. And the boba milk tea.”

He thanks her as he opens his bowl of instant ramen. 

“Salted egg ramen?” Renjun gapes. “How did you know that was my favorite?”

“I didn’t. It’s my favorite.”

They sit across from each other and eat instant ramen together. 

“Why are you working so late?” he asks. 

“I need a lot of money, Renjun,” she smiles wryly. “If school is a third of my day, work is the second third of my day. I study at night, and I get up early for a shift before school. I live off of caffeine.”

He gasps at her hellish schedule. “Why, though? Why do you need so much money?”

“Because I don’t have parents anymore.”

The words take a few moments to sink in. 

“Oh, God. That’s why you hate me,” Renjun sighs. “I’m… Nana, I’m so sorry.”

She manages a pained smile, resisting the urge to punch him as she remembers the bitter memory. “It’s… fine.”

“But it’s not. I had no idea, Nana,” he says apologetically. “When did it happen?”

“Seven years ago.”

He gasps. “You… you were only ten.”

She only lets out a forced laugh. 

“And my dad left when I was twelve. He claimed that I caused him too much pain because I look almost identical to her.”

Renjun lets out a noise of indignation. “How could he?! Just leaving a child like that?!”

“Because my mom died of cancer, there’s a shit ton of hospital bills to pay,” she scoffs. “And because my dad’s gone, I have to pay them now. I watched as the bills were mailed to our house month after month, with a stupid amount of debt printed on each sheet. Given that we already weren’t rich at all, it was nearly impossible to pay it off… I know my dad left because the debt was too much.”

He scoffs at this. “How could your father feel okay with leaving a child by herself?!”

“He thinks it’s fine, because he covers the rent for my apartment,” she seethes. “What about food? What about the debt? He didn’t care. As long as I had a place to stay, he thought it was fine. So I had to leech off of neighbors for three years, until I was legally allowed to work.”

She takes a long sip of her drink afterwards. 

“You’re the second person I’ve ever told,” she admits. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you.”

Renjun smirks suggestively. “Oh my, is the Yang Nana warming up to me?” he gasps mockingly. “Never thought I’d live to see the day.”

Nana raises a single eyebrow, the expression on her face unreadable. “You wish.”

And before he could ask what she meant by that, her coworker comes in for his shift, and Nana tells him that she has to leave. Taking off her uniform and grabbing her bag, she leaves the store, and gets onto her bike to go home.

v. huang renjun, master of the claw machine (yes, i’m kidding. he fucking sucks)

“You invited Renjun to your apartment yesterday?!” Siyuan and Yangyang collectively gasp scandalously. 

“Oh my God, Nana, why didn’t you tell me? What did you guys do?” Siyuan gapes, nearly quivering with excitement. 

“Nothing interesting,” Nana rolls her eyes. “We just… worked on the History project.”

“You need to take him out on a date,” Siyuan declares, taking a sip of her strawberry slushie that they had gone to buy during the second class of the day. 

Yangyang clicks his tongue apprehensively, mixing his mango slushie. “I’m not sure if it’s a good idea to have a rebound after Jaemin and do it to Renjun on purpose.”

“No, it’s a great idea,” Siyuan interjects. “You don’t understand. After getting some dick, Nana will be happy again. “

Nana cringes at her in disgust, as she takes a sip of her lemon slushie. “Well… I do find it kinda rude to just play with Renjun’s feelings like that, but maybe talking to him will get That Dickface off of my mind.”

“It’s up to you, Nana,” Yangyang says. “Don’t feel pressured just because Siyuan changes boys every other day and clearly doesn’t care about any one of them.”

“Hey! I just sleep with different boys,” she defends herself. “They know what they’re getting into. So… erm, yeah— maybe it’s not a great idea to be an asshole to Renjun.”

“But one last dare, Nana,” Siyuan continues, her eyes sparkling. “I dare you to take Huang Renjun out on a date. Last dare, I promise.”

Nana tsks. “That’s easy, the boy’s already infatuated with me.”

And as a teacher yells at the three of them yet again for being on the roof without permission, the trio speeds down the staircase and split up in different directions to their respective classes.

Nana runs into her history class, grimacing as she realizes the only available seat is next to Renjun in the front. 

Gives me the chance to ask him out, though, she smirks to herself, waltzing up to the empty seat and settling in, around 30 minutes late to the period. 

“Yang Nana, do you realize that you’ve missed about half of class?” Mr. Han reprimands. 

She just shrugs, unfazed. “Yeah.”

With that, she stuffs one of her wired earbuds into her right ear, pushing the end of the cord into her phone with too many scratches and cracks on the screen to count. 

Starting a random song from her playlist, she lazily watches Mr. Han’s lecture, not even bothering to take notes— not that she could’ve, given she didn’t even bring anything school-related in her bag, besides her laptop.

“You’re all dismissed,” Mr. Han smiled amicably as the bell rang. As everyone stands up and begins chattering amongst themselves, Renjun turns to look at Nana, who surprisingly had not bolted out the door yet. 

“You’re here,” he observes.

“No shit,” she deadpans.

He smirks. “Waiting for me?”

“In your fucking dreams,” Nana scoffs, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the class, as the rest of the people in the room gasp at the scene— utterly shocked, considering everyone knew of their hatred of each other. Renjun flushes with embarrassment, a grimace on his face. 

“Don’t do that,” he whines. “Now everyone thinks we’re dating!”

She stops abruptly, turning to face him with a smirk on her face. 

“Then let’s make their thoughts a reality,” Nana raises an eyebrow, sending him a wink. “Huang Renjun, do you want to go on a date with me later?”

Renjun swears that he felt his heart stop, as she notices his cheeks flush every shade of pink. 

“Uh,” he says intelligently. “Um… ”

Nana presses a chaste kiss to his lips. “I’m taking that as a ‘Yes, Nana, I love you— I mean, I’d love to!’”

He freezes as her lips meet his. 

“I’ll text you,” she winks, and with that, Yang Nana walks away from him. 

“Fuck, I am in love,” he groans, as his worst nightmare comes true.

But is it really a nightmare?

“Ooooh, did I just see Yang Nana ask you out on a date?” Chenle gasps, a shit-eating grin widening on his face as he appears out of nowhere, slinging an arm over Renjun’s shoulder. “You like Nana?? I thought it’d be Yiren.”

Renjun wrinkles his nose in embarrassment. “No, I hate her, dumbass. That’s why I said yes.”

“You didn’t say yes, though,” Chenle observes. “But you didn’t say no, either… I was trying not to laugh when I saw you just fucking standing there without responding. Ha, I’d take that as a yes if I were Yang Nana too.”

Renjun cringes. “Whatever, we’re going home.”

“No we’re not,” he smirks. “I’m taking you shopping because you need to look HOT for the date. You have zero fashion sense, my boy… I’m going to need to buy you some better clothes. C’mon, I’ll tell my driver that we’re going shopping!”

That’s all Renjun hears before Chenle drags him away to the parking lot in an attempt to find his chauffeur— he’s nearly shoved into the fancy Tesla car with chicken-wing-looking car doors.

“Mr. Teng, we’re going to the mall,” Chenle informs his driver. 

His chauffeur glances at Chenle from the rearview mirror and nods, before leaving. 

Renjun’s phone vibrates with a notification, and he unlocks his phone to see a new message from Nana. 

now watch me na(e)na(e) — today at 16:32 meet me in an hour at neo arcade

A lovesick grin spreads across Renjun’s face, and Chenle snatches his phone. 

“An hour?!” Chenle squawks, looking at the time and addressing his driver. “Fuck. Mr. Teng, how far are we from the mall?”

“About twenty minutes,” he responds.

“How far is the arcade from the mall?” Chenle mutters to himself as he opens his Maps app. “Okay, only ten minutes. But we still only have an hour… Renjun, search up the store list, we need to have a good outfit in mind.”

A little less than sixty minutes later, Renjun enters Neo Arcade in the best outfit out of the choices that Chenle presented him with. 

Taking his phone out of his pocket, he messages Nana. 

bitchboy extraordinaire — today at 17:28 i’m here

He half hated the way his heart pounded at the almost instant reply from her.

now watch me na(e)na(e) — today at 17:30be there in 2

When did two minutes, or 120 seconds, feel so long? Renjun fidgets with his jacket, stares expectantly at the door, and scrolls through his Weibo— but nothing successfully distracts him in the time he waits for Nana. 

He forgets to breathe when he sees Nana walk through the door; although casual, she still looked stunning. 

She had a black bucket hat on her head, a thick silver chain around her neck, wearing a leather jacket over a white tank top, red jean shorts and a pair of heeled white lace-up boots that went halfway up her calf. 

When her eyes meet his, his mouth is still open but he closes it, walking towards her. 

He doesn’t notice her eyes raking up and down his body, internally screaming at his new outfit; a green bomber jacket on top of a beige and brown striped tee, and a belt holding his denim jeans up. 

Since when did Huang Renjun have such good taste in fashion?

“Wow, you look decent,” she manages to say. “Someone help you with your outfit?”

Nana doesn’t glance at his expression, looping her arm through his, but his cheeks are stained red with embarrassment. 

Was it that obvious?

Noticing his silence, she erupts into laughter. “I’m just kidding. You look great.”

Renjun tries not to let out a breath of relief. 

“You look good, too.”

Nana snickers. “You just noticed? Do I not always look good?”

Before he can respond, she drags him to the racing game, sitting onto the seat. 

“Let’s race. Loser has to get a stuffed animal from the claw machine,” she smirks. 

“Hey, I’m not good at these!” Renjun protests, and it only makes Nana’s cheshire-like grin grow wider. 

“Even better.”

“Didn’t know that Yang Nana, a certified bad girl, would like stuffed animals, but okay.”

She gives him a pointed look. “Everyone likes stuffed animals,” she responds seriously, turning her car to the right to crash into Renjun’s, and his car falls down the edge of the trail, causing him to restart. 

“Hey, that’s not fair!” he protests, a pout on his face as he drops to 10th place in the game.

“Nothing’s fair,” she snickers as she corners the person in front of her into the cliff, cheering as she ends up in first place. 

“You owe me a stuffed animal, and I get to choose.”

Sliding off of the chair, she extends her hand to Renjun, who begrudgingly takes it and steps off. 

“So you’re bad at racing games and beer pong,” she tuts sarcastically. “Disappointing. What a red flag”

Before he can retort, Nana pushes him lightly towards the claw machines. 

“Okay, fine. What type do you want?” Renjun sighs. 

“Squirtle.”

Renjun grimaces, walking towards the claw machine full of Squirtle plushies. 

Inserting a few coins into the machine, his eyes narrow in on a specific Squirtle, and he moves the claw hand to the right via the controller. He squints at the aim as he presses down on the button, the claw reaching down for the leg of a specific Squirtle. 

Unfortunately, the Squirtle drops from the claw, and Renjun slumps in defeat. 

Nana just lets out a snicker. “Try again, babe.”

The tips of his ears involuntarily turn red at the pet name, but he sighs and inserts another two coins into the machine. 

Nana silently takes out her phone to record this, silently laughing at his effort— and he visibly deflates at the failed attempt. 

Determined to win Nana a Squirtle and not look like an idiot, he wastes more money and moves the controller, focusing on the biggest squirtle— hey, a bigger Squirtle means more area to hold, right?

No luck. The claw grabs the poor Squirtle by the neck, but it ultimately drops, and Renjun’s ears grow redder by the second. 

“This stupid machine,” Renjun frowns, pushing yet another pair of coins, while Nana does her absolute best to not erupt into laughter, her camera still directed in his direction. 

After a few more failures, his face lights up as he thinks of a new strategy.

“Maybe I should go for the tag,” he smiles as he presses down on his controller, causing the claw to reach down onto the back of the Squirtle’s neck, where the stuffed animal’s neck-piercing (... neck-ring?)— in the form of a tag— lay.

Renjun’s face lights up as the next Squirtle victim is dragged across the pile of other Squirtles. 

He’s about to push over the claw machine in frustration when the claw rips the tag off of the plastic loop on the neck cleanly. 

But Renjun lets out a cry of excitement as he realizes the stuffed animal had landed headfirst across the collecting tunnel, ultimately tipping over into the slot down below due to the imbalance. His cheeks dust with embarrassment as other people in the arcade cast judgmental looks towards him.

Nana stifles a laugh, stopping the stop button on her phone as she discreetly stuffs it into her jeans pocket.

“Only wasted 10 yuan too,” Renjun grins as he pulls the Squirtle out of the machine, handing it to Nana with a proud expression on his face.

She looks thoroughly impressed. 

“Wow, so maybe you’re not bad at everything. Kinda bad, though,” she teases, grabbing the Squirtle from Renjun’s hands in one hand, and taking his hand in the other.

“You get to choose the next game.” Nana offers generously.

“Basketball,” he smirks, pulling her towards the basketball hoop game. 

She visibly cringes. 

“Shit.”

“Loser has to kiss the other person,” he raises his eyebrows. 

“What about the winner?” Nana scoffs. 

“Well, uh… they get the kiss?”

“Darn, so anti-climatic.”

And Renjun presses the “START GAME” button without warning, causing her to sputter out in disbelief. 

“Hey, that’s cheating!” Nana protests, grabbing a basketball and surprisingly making it into the hoop.

“You cheated earlier too!” Renjun retorts, as Nana manages to get a few more in.

“Did not,” she grumbles, missing a ball, staring at her pathetic score of “8” and at Renjun’s “16”.

She pouts as she misses yet another hoop, and another. The ding of Renjun’s scorekeeper display— signaling that he got another ball in— only lowers her confidence as the game ends, with her at a measly 23 points while Renjun stood at 32.

Nana scoffs at her clear loss. 

“So… looks like you owe me a kiss, sweetheart,” he smirks as he leans towards her, a suggestive grin on his face.

“You can get one any time, loverboy,” she smirks. “You don’t need to impress me…. you just have to ask.”

His eyes widen, and so does her smirk as her hot breath tickles her face. 

She pushes Renjun against the nearest wall, pressing her lips against his.

His mind goes back to their first kiss at that party as her lips move against his, and his eyes flutter shut as he kisses her back. 

But she pulls back before a makeout session starts, and he whines at the absence of her lips on his. 

“Gotta win more games to get another one, hm?” Nana cocks a singular eyebrow, grabbing her Squirtle and moving to another game, leaving Renjun behind in a daze. 

Again.

vi. dumb and dumbass. renjun’s the dumbass.

It had been a whole month since Renjun and Nana had (un)officially started dating, yet Nana had refused to put a label on it.

Even though Nana was saved as “nana gf 🦋” for Renjun, he was still saved as “dumbfuck 🔪” and she had a tendency to dodge every personal question that he’d ever asked— that is, since the time they opened up to each other a little in the 24/7. 

To be honest, he was jealous of her. He admired the way she could mask her pain and become so indifferent— stoic, even— to everything, and wished that he could be that way. 

Renjun wished that instead of being so easy to crack open, like an egg, he could hide away. It didn’t take much for him to open up to others, while he couldn’t even pry another sentence of information from her.

But he hated it. He hated the way Nana seemed not to care. 

Does she even like me?

“Nana, can we hang out again?” Renjun asks, while Nana walks with him out of History. 

“Hmm,” Nana hms. “Maybe next week.”

She doesn’t miss the way his face falls. “I’m sorry, but I have a lot of work.”

Renjun pouts. “Fine,” he says childishly and leaves her side to enter his own classroom.

She watches as he leaves, and sighs as she continues on her way to the rooftop, a hand reaching for her lighter and cigarette, and her other reaching for her phone with earphones plugged into it. 

Nana climbs the stairs with regret as she lights a cigarette, knowing that her time with Renjun was limited. 

“Gosh, I’m so stupid,” she grumbles. “This is just stupid— literally the plot to a shitty coming-of-age movie.”

She was so closed off to others that no one really knew what was going on in her life. Not Siyuan. Not even Yangyang. And she hated it. Nana despised the way she pushed everyone away from her. 

She was consumed with the consequences of her bad decisions, and she knew that one day, she wouldn’t be able to hide. 

Nana’s so caught up in her thoughts that she doesn’t even notice a familiar motorcycle passing by.

“Yang Nana, we meet again, at last,” a cold voice utters out, letting out a sinister chuckle. “You won’t be able to run again. We need the money.” 

She freezes at the sound of the voice, and her instinct is to run— but he’s right. She can’t; not with a gun pressed to the back of her head.

“Money, Yang,” he hisses, pressing the cold metal even harsher against her head. 

“I— I don’t have it on me.”

“Then let’s get going, hm? To your house, shall we?” 

“Only if you let the gun go. Someone’s going to call the police if they see this.”

Squinting at her, he reluctantly lowers his hand— falling directly into her trap as she kicks her leg up high and strong, the tip of her boot hitting his jaw. 

He spits out a mouth full of blood, a hand cupping his jaw as he winces. 

“You— Yang Nana!” He screams, lifting the gun again, but she swiftly grabs it by the barrel and turns it onto him. 

“Oh, looks like you’re going to need some help, hm?” she tuts. 

“Yang… you will pay… ” he croaks out, but she only scoffs, grabbing him by the forearm and twisting it backwards, socking him in the gut with the gun. 

“We’ll see about that,” she sneers, watching as he falls to the ground, and kicks him in the ribs for good measure. 

“Say hi to your boss for me,” Nana smirks, dropping his gun down the sewer. 

“I am about to gag at you two,” Siyuan cringes at the sight of Renjun and Nana holding hands.

“Me too,” Yangyang says in disgust.

“See you later, Renjun,” Nana waves as he turns around to walk home. 

Yangyang raises a brow at the sight. “You’re not walking him home?”

“I don’t need to spend every minute with him,” Nana deadpans. “Also, I have work.”

The smile on his face drops upon hearing her words, but he doesn’t turn around.

Yangyang scoffs. “That’s a little harsh.”

“You and Renjun— literally dumb and dumbass, except Renjun’s the dumbass,” Siyuan sighs. “You’re supposed to spend more time with him, idiot.”

Renjun walks home from school alone, a frown on his face while he ponders about Nana. 

Why is she so confusing? I never understand her, he thinks to himself with a sigh. 

But when he’s a little more than halfway home, he feels the sensation of being followed. Renjun panics, his heart pounding against his chest, as he grabs his sunglasses from his backpack, to see three people unsubtly trailing him, all dressed in different variations of a beanie, leather or denim jackets and ripped jeans. 

Yikes, scary, he gulps to himself, trying to walk faster, but the people behind him notice and run to catch up with him. 

Before he could try to get away, they pass him and stop abruptly, turning back to face him. 

“You?” The one in the center scoffs as the other two corner Renjun against a fence. “Wow, Nana really moved on with a fucking loser.”

“You know Nana?” Renjun asks in confusion. “Wait, who are you guys?”

“What do you think, you idiot?” he hisses. “I’d beat you up so bad, but that’s not really an option… Nana would just come and beat me back.”

“I’m Jaemin, the one with a red beanie is Haechan, and the other one is Jeno,” Jaemin introduces plainly.

He nods and gives a small smile as a welcome, but none of them return it.

“How— how do you know her?” Renjun croaks out, intimidated by Jeno and Haechan’s glares blazing into him. 

“We dated. But she broke up with me,” Jaemin scoffs. “All because my fling decided to text her. What an idiot.”

Renjun’s jaw drops. “How is she an idiot?! She was doing the right thing by telling Nana!”

“Oh, of course you’re sticking around for that girl, loverboy,” Jeno sneers. “You don’t know even a smidge of what she’s hiding underneath, boy. Can’t you tell that she’s bad news? What’s a dork like you doing around her?”

Renjun flinches at the same nickname that Nana had called him at the arcade.

“We— we’re dating,” Renjun stutters out.

“Are you now,” Haechan drawls out with a cocked eyebrow. “Nana does move quickly, hm?”

“Shut up, you idiots,” Jaemin snaps angrily. “Let me fucking talk.”

He pushes past Jeno and Haechan and stares directly into Renjun’s eyes. 

“You don’t know Nana. I’m doing you a favor here— she’s a thief, a liar, a manipulator. She’s not what she seems, and she’s involved with criminals, Huang Renjun. You need to run, or they’ll get you before her.”

Renjun’s eyes widen. “What— how do you know?”

“What do you think?” Jaemin sighs. “We broke up a month ago. And I was once captured by them. I’m saying this for your safety. Renjun, get as far as you can away from Yang Nana, because the people she’s with are dangerous. They can ruin your life, like they did to mine.”

Tears begin to well up in Renjun’s eyes as he’s struck with betrayal. 

“Nana— she wouldn’t,” he says desperately. “Nana can’t be like that, she… ” 

He trails off. As much as he hated to admit it, Jaemin’s claims somewhat lined up with Nana’s behavior— her refusals to spend time with him, her being “busy with work” all the time. 

No, she couldn’t… 

“And I know why she even went after you,” Jaemin adds, to add salt to the wound. “I was at a bar the other day, and hooked up with her friend Siyuan— who’s such a whore— and guess what? Siyuan told me the plan they came up with. Renjun, the truth is that she only dated you to get over me.”

Those words impale Renjun’s heart, and he’s left broken and confused. 

“Nana… no, this can’t be… ”

“I’m only trying to help you, Renjun. Please consider it,” Jaemin says with a fakely apologetic smile, and motions for Jeno and Haechan to follow him as they leave. 

Leaving Renjun in tears.

“That was a little harsh, Jaemin,” Haechan grins as soon as they’re out of earshot from Renjun. 

“Just need him away from Yang Nana,” Jaemin smirks. “She’s not allowed to be happy. Not without me.”

vii. can i set his dick on fire? please?

Nana flips her phone over near the end of her shift, pressing the pad of her finger to the fingerprint sensor to unlock her phone. 

A smile grows on her face, eager to see the message as she sees that it was from Renjun. 

bitchboy extraordinaire — today at 00:07 you’re such a fucking liar i never want to see you again

Blood drains from her face as she frantically picks through her memories, trying to remember what she had done wrong.

But ultimately, she didn’t remember what she had done. 

Nor did she respond to his accusation, deciding to finish her homework, and passing out on her bed immediately afterwards. 

Nana had no idea what she had done wrong. 

Why did Renjun get so mad? 

She kept thinking about what could’ve happened, yet she still came back empty-handed, unable to find anything she had lied to him about. 

During their lunch break, Nana waits outside of Renjun’s classroom, making sure she could corner him and ask. 

Sure enough, he comes out a few minutes later, but attempts to run once he sees Nana standing near him expectantly. 

Nana easily corners him into a wall. 

“Renjun, what did I do?”

He gapes at her incredulously. 

“You’re asking me?! You’re trying to ruin my life!” Renjun exclaims angrily. 

Nana only stands there, staring at him in confusion. 

“I don’t know where you got that from, but I promise you that I do not take pleasure in ruining lives. Nor do I have the power to do such a thing,” she says, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t lie to me,” he snaps. “I know everything now.”

She raises her eyebrows. “Please, enlighten me. What knowledge have you acquired to make you hate me this much?”

“I ran into your ex yesterday,” Renjun blurts out, and Nana’s stare turns icy.

“Oh no, he didn’t,” she mutters. “That fucker.”

“Yeah? He told me that you’re using me. He told me that you’re involved with a lot of criminals that will find out about me and ruin my life. And that you got a bet to date me,” he accuses, getting more and more emotional as he reveals all the information. “From Siyuan, to get over Jaemin.”

“That fuckface,” Nana sneers, and Renjun swears that he’s never seen her so angry. “If you really believe the words of a fucking liar, a fucking manipulator and gaslighter, go ahead and believe the words of that fucking asshole.”

She backs away from him, allowing him to scramble away. 

“But I will tell you the truth once,” she says. “I was only involved with criminals when I couldn’t make enough money, and they have never bothered Jaemin before. He only knows because I told him.”

“And, maybe it was a stupid dare to Siyuan, but it’s a shit ton more to me.”

With that, she walks away from Renjun with a heavy heart. 

He just watches her shaking form as she leaves his side, the regret hitting him in a huge wave. 

When Nana reaches Yangyang, he looks at her expression in concern. 

“What happened, Nana?”

She swallows the lump in her throat, hesitantly spilling everything out to him. 

Yangyang’s expression contorts from worry, to confusion, to rage.

“He did WHAT?!” He yells out loudly. “Oh my God. The next time I see his pretty face, I’m going to smash it in so his face is concave—”

“Yangyang, no,” Nana sighs, her head in her hands. “That’s…. ”

But she couldn’t find a good reason to reject his proposal, knowing she’d do the same if someone else had done this to Yangyang. 

“Can I set his dick on fire? Please?” he frowns. “I am not going to stand and watch two assholes ruin your life. No. That’s not going to be okay.”

Nana’s eyes fill with tears for the first time in what seemed to be an eternity. 

“Nana, no—” Yangyang panics, reaching through his bag to look for a tissue, but unable to find a single one. 

Taking off his hoodie, he lets out a breath of relief knowing that he had washed his hoodie the day before, dabbing the sweatshirt sleeves at her eyes. 

“It’ll be okay, Nana,” he says, wrapping his arms around her shaking form. “Don’t cry— that goody-two-shoes ain’t worth your tears.”

“But he is,” she cries, feeling her heart crush with all the pain. “He’s the first time I’ve felt love in a very long time.”

“And he’s a fucking dumbass,” she adds after a moment.

“Hey, Na Jaemin!” Nana yells at him. “I hope you choke on a fucking stick!”

Jaemin turns around with his signature fuckboy smirk. “Oh hi, Nana, long time no see!”

“I’m not interested in formalities,” she spits at him, decking him in the face without a second thought.

They both hear a loud crack coming from Jaemin’s face, and he winces in pain. He clutches his nose as blood trickles out of his nose, staining his hands, and dripping onto the ground. 

“I think you broke my nose,” he grunted out.

“I think so, too. I’m glad. That’s the least I could do after you ruined my life, twice. Go eat shit,” she snaps, kicking him in the stomach without remorse, and Jaemin crumples at the impact. 

“Nana, I just wanted you back,” he croaks out. “Please, give me ano—”

“Another chance?” Nana sneers. “Not after you cheated on me, dickface.”

She squats down in front of him, relishing the sight of Jaemin in such pain. Nana offers him her hand, and he eyes it suspiciously, but takes it despite the hesitation. 

“Oh, you thought I was going to help you up,” she coos. “How cute.”

And she bends his arm backwards, earning a pained howl from the boy.

“I hate you, Jaemin, and I will hate you forever. Stop meddling with my life and go fuck yourself.”

That’s the last thing Jaemin ever hears from her before blacking out.

viii. oh you’re keeping me hostage ?!

TWO YEARS LATER.

Nana doubles over in laughter at something her friend, Aiyun, said. 

“Please, that’s hilarious,” she shakes with laughter, wiping tears that spring from her eyes.

Just as Aiyun opens her mouth to say something, a boy their age taps on her shoulder. 

“Sorry, could I talk to your friend for a little bit?” He asks.

“Oh, go ahead,” Aiyun smiles, backing a few steps away. 

Nana looks up to see his face— and her spirits drop. Her gaze hardens at the sight of him, and the previously wide smile on her face drops immediately, replaced with a straight line. The sparkle in her eyes fade, and she looks him up and down in disgust.

“What are you doing here?” Nana snaps. 

“I just—” he sighs. 

“Stop it. Just go,” she says.

“Wait!” Renjun exclaims as she turns away, and Nana swivels her head to look back at him. 

“Huang Renjun, what do you fucking want?”

“I’m sorry.”

Nana remains expressionless for a few moments, before she forces out a laugh. 

“You’re about two years late for that.”

“No, wait!” Renjun says, instinctively grabbing onto her arm as she turns away from him again, but this time, he’s met with an icy stare. 

“Let go, Huang Renjun.”

He obliges, wincing at her tone, but before he can get another word out, Nana stops him. 

“I’ve moved on, Renjun. A long time ago. Now there’s someone that loves me without doubt. We would’ve never worked out, Huang Renjun. You’re a fool who believes the words of strangers before even trying to know the whole story.

“I don’t want to see you anymore. And the party is ending, I’m leaving,” she adds.

“Nana! There you are,” Yangyang says, making his way over to her, slinging an arm over her shoulder. 

And he, too, glares coldly at the sight of Renjun. 

“What are you doing here?!” Yangyang scoffs.

“I transferred here,” Renjun responds. “Are you guys… dating now?”

Nana just shoots him an empty stare. 

“I have no obligation to tell you anything.”

The two of them walk away from him without another word. 

“Why didn’t you tell him that you’re doing a lot better than before?” Yangyang murmurs to her. “And that we’re dating?”

“I just hate his guts,” she shrugs. “But I can tell him we’re dating to make you feel better.”

Yangyang scoffs. “Like I care.”

A smirk grows on Nana’s face. “Aw, you’re jealous. That’s cute.”

Yangyang pouts, turning to the side to face her. 

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

A cocky grin spreads onto Yangyang’s lips as he places a chaste kiss on her lips, effectively shutting her up.

“I wish I dated you instead of Jaemin and Renjun.”

“Me too, but you’re mine forever now.”

Nana gasps in mock horror. “Oh no, you’re keeping me hostage?!”

“Shut up.”

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[just-come-baek]

nobody’s gonna know

Pairing: Jaehyun x reader + mentions of Taeyong and Ten

Genre: the holy trinity | christmas + new year’s eve!au | establishedrelationship!au | idol!au

Word count: 5.8k

Summary: You struggle to get your boyfriend something for Christmas, so you ask his friends for advice. What can you get him when he already has everything you could think of?

Warnings: lots of overthinking | anxiety | unprotected sex | mentions of DIY porn and threesomes | lots of teasing | handcuffs, blindfolds, and other toys | cream pie | cock warming | jaehyun uses instagram irresponsibly | reader calls jaehyun a sir once or twice | 

A/N this fic is for @neosecretsanta​ event for @coffeeaddictbluebird​. May, I tried my best to combine all the things you like. ^^ Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! 🎆🧨🎉

15 days before Christmas

You were running late.

You were supposed to meet Taeyong in front of the community center about fifteen minutes ago. However, due to the horrible congestion on the road, you were stuck in miles-long traffic.

Who expected the snow to start falling in December anyway?

Quickly, you whipped out your phone to text Taeyong to wait up for you.

A few weeks ago, Taeyong had convinced you to sign up for some pottery classes. You were hesitant about it and a bit unconscious about your manual skills. Ultimately, you gave in when Taeyong began to hype you up about your natural talent.

It was a marvelous opportunity to make something with your own hands and give it to your boyfriend for Christmas. You had a few meltdowns last year over Christmas shopping as Jaehyun seemed to already have everything you could think about. This time around, he’d get something one of a kind, someone handmade with love.

Tyongie | 14:11 | I’ll prepare our station then

Trying not to lose patience over the never-ending congestion, you slowly made your way to the community center. Quickly, you parked in front of the building and marched inside. Without any trouble, you found classroom 207, apologized for being late and took a seat beside Taeyong.

“I thought you wouldn’t make it,” Taeyong whispered, smiling at you, glad you made it safely. “What are you making today?”

“I’m not sure yet,” you answered as you rolled up your sleeves and put on an apron. “It’s supposed to be a Christmas gift for Jaehyun, but it’s still a vague idea. What about you?”

“I’m making a vase for my mom,” Taeyong revealed, and you cooed, feeling your heart melt in your chest. Taeyong was the sweetest man you knew, and it was evident he’d get his mom something special. Without a shred of doubt, he was the best son one could wish for.

Heaving a sigh, you looked around the classroom.

You and Taeyong were the only people in your age group, while the other participants were fifty or older. It was a safe space for Taeyong – among them, he could forget about his fame, feel anonymous, and focus on his project.

You also felt at peace – the chances of starting a dating scandal with your friend were slim, basically close to none.

Everybody was working on their projects, bobbing their heads or swinging their hips to the rhythm of the music on the radio. Looking for inspiration, you looked at their stations, hoping to come up with an idea for a perfect gift for Jaehyun.

The woman on your left was a pro. She was making a fancy-looking carafe – it was way too complicated for you. The grandpa, who was sitting two stations in front of you, was molding a large dinner plate. Though it looked simple enough, you knew you didn’t have the skills to decorate it later. A woman next to him was carving a sculpture, and despite it still being a work-in-progress, you feel envy, knowing you’d never be able to pull it off.

“What’s the matter?” Taeyong asked, sensing your mild crisis.

“I’m a terrible girlfriend,” you groaned, lying on top of the table, feeling hopeless.

“You’re not giving yourself enough credit.”

“I should ask your girlfriend to help me. She always nails gifts for you. Maybe she could share her secrets,” you huffed, second-guessing your life choices. “I remember when she got you that SpongeBob figurine last year. You were sobbing. I want that reaction out of Jaehyun.”

“I was not,” Taeyong remarked in a poor attempt to save his honor. You were there, and you saw it with your own eyes. There was no way Taeyong could lie his way out of this. “Anyway, why do you… I don’t know… close your eyes and think about him? It may help.”

You doubted it’d help, but you decided to give it a try nonetheless.

With your eyes closed, you thought of Jaehyun. Of how competitive he always was with his members. Of how adorable he could get when he interacted with fans. Of how attentive and loving he acted whenever you two were left alone.

You jumped from one train of thought to the other one, yet your mind still didn’t come up with a solid idea of what to make out of the shapeless clay that sat on the table in front of you.

It was harder than you initially thought, but you were not going to give up. Sooner or later, the enlightenment would come.

Suddenly, you heard a loud buzz of your phone in your purse. It startled you a bit, making you jump in your seat.

Yuno~~ | 14:47 | let’s hang out later today

Yuno~~ | 14:47 | I should be done with my schedule around 8

Yuno~~ | 14:47 | we should bake something

Yuno~~ | 14:47 | what about an apple pie??

Yuno~~ | 14:48 | I’ll get the ingredients

Peach~~ | 14:48 | sounds like a plan to me

Peach~~ | 14:48 | I’ll be waiting 🥰🥰🥰

“I think I know what I’m gonna make for him,” you said, feeling the inspirational fluids rush through your veins. Who would’ve thought that a series of texts from Jaehyun could be so fruitful?

 8 days before Christmas

This time around, you were prepared for the traffic. You made sure to leave home extra early. Maybe you weren’t the first to arrive, but you came before Taeyong.

With excitement on your face, you strutted towards the teacher.

“Which project is yours?” The woman asked you, and you pointed at the large flowerpot on the top shelf. “It burned beautifully,” she spoke as she studied your art before handing it to you. Bashfully, you looked away, not expecting to hear such a compliment for your half-finished ceramic ware.

“Thank you so much,” you replied, admiring your work.

Once you put the flower pot onto the table, you sat down and stared at it, thinking what color palette to choose. It was large and had Jaehyun’s favorite things carved on it. You were unsure whether you should paint it, using all colors the community center could provide you with, or just dip it in the glaze, giving it a chic single-tone aesthetic. Perhaps, Taeyong could help you make a decision. You could always rely on him.

“Have you weighed pros and cons?” Taeyong asked you as he took off his coat and sat down beside you, making sure to provide you with the best advice.

After a heated discussion, you chose the more complex technique. You wanted to show Jaehyun how much you appreciated him. You had more chances to mess things up, but it was the risk you were willing to take. Even if a stray drop of pain fell out of contour, it’d only give the flower pot more character and originality.

With utter precision, you did your best. It took you almost three hours to finish, but you were content with the final result. It didn’t look store-bought, but at the same time, it was better than any artistically gifted four-year-old could pull off.

Carefully, you carried it to the teacher, who would load it in the kiln for the final fire.

“When can I pick it up?”

“Same time next week,” the teacher said as she looked at the pot, studying your detailed coloring. “It still needs a couple of days to dry off, but I’ll be ready before Christmas.”

“Thank you so much!”

With a big grin on your face, you returned to your station, waiting for Taeyong to add finishing touches to the vase he’d been working on.

“Do you want to hang out? I’m craving hot chocolate with marshmallows; what do you say?”

“I’ll never say no to chocolate.”

 5 days before Christmas

“Let’s watch whatever you want tonight,” you offered, setting a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. It was one of the rare occasions when Jaehyun’s schedule wasn’t packed, and you both decided to seize the opportunity and have a little movie date.

Quickly, Jaehyun reached for the remote, browsing through the Netflix library, seeking something interesting. In the meantime, you sat down next to him and covered your laps with a fluffy blanket. You loved such cozy evenings with Jaehyun.

Jaehyun was immersed in the film, but at the same, he felt absent, distant even. Usually, he’d hold your hand or stroke your thigh with the tip of his fingers, but right now, he sat on the couch idly, not even trying to initiate physical contact with you.

Though he was right beside you, it felt as if he was miles away.

You could tell he was upset. Something was bothering him, and you just sighed, wishing he’d open up about the issue, so you could deal with it together. Regardless of what was troubling him, you were there to offer comfort and maybe a piece of advice. It hurt you that he didn’t want to share his problems with you unprompted.

With each passing thought, you felt more and more perturbed. At some point, you concluded it must’ve been your fault that Jaehyun was keeping his distance.

“What’s the matter?” You inquired, giving him your full attention, ignoring the noise the TV was making in the background.

“It’s nothing,” Jaehyun replied, brushing you off. It didn’t sit right with you, but you decided not to force him. You were sure he’d confide whenever he was ready. Until then, you’d wait even if you might not like whatever he was keeping to himself. “Let’s just watch the movie. It’s my favorite scene.”

“Sure,” you answered, sending him a forced smile.

 2 days before Christmas

“Tell me why I’m here with you?” Ten asked you as he stuffed his mouth with a handful of French fries. You and Ten were doing some last-minute Christmas shopping at the mall, and right now, you were on a well-deserved break at the food court.

“Because you begged me to come with you,” you deadpanned, reminding him of the desperate phone call you got in the morning. The present he ordered for his girlfriend wouldn’t arrive before Christmas, so he needed a backup.

“To help me with the gift, but all you’ve been doing is brooding. I didn’t sign up for this,” Ten answered with brutal honesty. You really appreciated it about him – no matter the circumstances, he wasn’t hesitant to speak his mind. “What did Jaehyun do this time?”

“I think he’d been avoiding me,” you revealed, and Ten rolled his eyes at you.

“You’re projecting,” he said, quick to dismiss your worries. “It’s Christmas season. He’s just busy with all events the company told him to participate in.”

“I know, but even when we’re together, he keeps me at arm’s length,” you commented with a deep sigh, knowing there was something Jaehyun was hiding from you. “Do you think he wants to break up with me? Or maybe he’s met someone new?”

“I swear to God… I’d hit you right now if you were a guy,” Ten threatened, hoping his harsh words would stop you from beating yourself up. “I think you’re just imagining things.”

“Hopefully.”

“Anyway, what did you get him for Christmas?” Ten asked, and you told him the entire thought process behind the idea. “You should’ve never listened to Taeyong in the first place. He’s too sappy for his own good. Thankfully, you’ve got me.”

“But it’s cute and sentimental, and I made it myself,” you tried to justify your choice of gift, but Ten quickly shook his head, shutting you up. “Ugh, fine. What should I get him?”

“You’ve come to the right person, dove,” Ten replied, showing you his lopsided smirk. “You know what would be perfect?” He asked, and you shrugged, waiting for him to enlighten you. “Oh my, you’re worse than I expected.”

“Hey!”

“Quickly finish your meal, and let’s go,” Ten urged you, and you took a large bite of your sandwich. “You’re gonna thank me later.”

“Where are we going?”

“We’re gonna get some sex toys,” Ten announced quite loudly, earning a disturbed look from a family sitting by the table next to yours. “It’ll definitely spice things up.”

 Christmas Eve

Being an idol meant working on holidays. It was inconvenient, but you’d patiently wait for Jaehyun to come over to your house.

In the late afternoon, you arrived at your parents’ house to spend some quality time together with your relatives. Aunts and uncles showed up with their kids, and it was nice to catch up with your family affairs.

The food was incredible, too. Your mom cooked so many dishes you wondered how sturdy the dinner table was to actually support that much weight.

“Wait up, I’ll pack something, so you can share with Jaehyun,” your mom hollered when you were getting ready to leave. “I saw his performance last week. He’s just skin and bones,” she grumbled, and you rolled your eyes, following her to the kitchen.

“I think that’s more than enough,” you commented as you watched her pack two large bags with Tupperware containers. Jaehyun liked the food in all flavors and quantities, but she was being overly generous.

“Nonsense! My son-in-law is going to love it,” she carried on, reaching for another container to pack some dessert.

“We’re not even married. Calm down.”

“It’s just a matter of time, biscuit,” your mom spoke with utter certainty, and you didn’t have the heart to tell her what you really think of your relationship with Jaehyun. You loved him to the moon and back, but a little voice inside your head was feeding you with doubts. Something’s changed in the dynamic between you and Jaehyun, and you were slowly preparing yourself for the worst outcome possible.

“If you say so,” you meekly replied, looking down at your shoes, trying to stay positive for tonight at least. You felt like walking on eggshells, but you’d rather keep up the appearances of a lovely couple than confront him on Christmas Eve.

Without much trouble, you came back home. Carefully, you put the food in the fridge when you get a text message from Jaehyun.

Yuno~~ | 21:37 | one more performance and I’m done for tonight 💚

Quickly, you ran to the living room to turn the television. Although you missed most of the show, you planned on supporting your boyfriend from home during his last performance. The station was already broadcasting backstage footage, and you proudly smiled.

The last song they were going to perform was Sweet Dream. Having wrapped a warm blanket around your body, you texted him back, knowing he’d only read them after the performance.

Peach~~ | 21:43 | I know 😊

Peach~~ | 21:43 | I’m watching

Peach~~ | 21:43 | your stylist deserves a raise

Peach~~ | 21:43 | I love you 💖

You were slightly sad you didn’t make it in time to watch Jaehyun perform Kick it, but you quickly forgot all about it. With Kun, Chenle, Haechan, and Taeil, Jaehyun serenaded the crowd, making your heart swell with pride.

As soon as the music show ended, you flipped through channels, seeking a fun movie to pass the time. You still had about an hour until Jaehyun’s arrival, so you snuggled closer to a soft cushion, letting a sappy rom-com play on the screen.

You didn’t even know when you fell asleep. It wasn’t until Jaehyun gently shook you awake.

“I’m here,” he whispered as he knelt in front of you, touching your cheek with his cold hand. Instantly, you jumped, sweeping his palm away from your face, afraid he might steal more of your warmth.

“Are you hungry?” You asked, rubbing your eyes to get rid of any signs of drowsiness. “My mom made so much food, and she insisted I brought you some.”

“It’s fine. Let’s have some later. Right now, I want to give you your present,” Jaehyun said as he put on a cute Santa hat, smiling at you in excitement.

“I want to go first,” you said, eager to show Jaehyun what you got him. You were dying inside to know his reaction. “Come on,” you stood up and stole his hat, putting it carefully on the top of your head.

“What could it be?” Jaehyun asked as soon as he saw an enormous present under the Christmas tree. Or rather, next to it because it was about 5 feet tall. You had tightly put wrapping paper around it, so based on its shape Jaehyun might have an idea what you got him. “No way.”

Excitedly, Jaehyun walked up to his gift and tore the wrapping into shreds. Smiling like an idiot, he stared at his present, unable to comprehend how you came up with it.

The flower pot was beautiful. Hand-made carvings took Jaehyun’s breath away. However, what Jaehyun cherished the most was that you decided to buy him a young apple tree that stood proudly in the pot, almost reaching his tits.

“This one is Instagram-worthy,” Jaehyun commented before he whipped out his phone, snapping a quick picture of his gift.

_jeongjaehyun 🎄 look what my secret Santa got me 🤣🤣 there was a tree under the tree

“I love it,” Jaehyun confessed, pulling you against him, trapping you in a tight embrace.

“Shouldn’t you consult your post with your manager?” You asked in concern, knowing it was irresponsible to upload photos without getting his manager’s permission first.

“Screw it,” he shrugged before he leaned in, giving you a passionate kiss.

“Well… Ten said you wouldn’t like it, so I got you one more gift,” you added as you pulled away to take a breath. Quickly, you escaped Jaehyun’s grip to get the other gift.

“You’re spoiling me,” Jaehyun commented under his breath as you handed him a neatly wrapped box decorated with a golden ribbon. Smiling, Jaehyun unpacked the gift, blushing as soon as he discovered the content. “Oh, sugar,”

“Ten assured me you’re going to like it,” you spoke up, looking away in embarrassment. “I can return it to the shop if you hate it,” you added, and Jaehyun vigorously shook his head.

“You’re not returning it. I’m gonna use it on you tonight,” Jaehyun answered, smirking.

Having listened to Ten’s advice, you got one of the gift boxes the sex shop offered. The one you had purchased consisted of a blindfold, a leather whip, a spanker, two sets of handcuffs, and a sexy card game.

You had no reason to complain in terms of sex. However, maybe Ten was right. If you could elevate your sex game, then why shouldn’t you?

“Take off your pants,” Jaehyun ordered, trying to test out his gift. You only giggled.

“Hold your horses,” you replied, peeling Jaehyun’s hands off your butt. “What about my gift? What did you get me?” You asked, innocently batting your eyelashes at him.

“Of course, there you go,” Jaehyun smiled as he handed you a neat golden envelope. You creased your eyebrows in confusion, wondering what he might’ve gotten you.

Your first thought was a gift card, and you frowned. That’s something people give to their significant others when they plan on breaking up. Your hands were shaking as you held the envelope, fearing to find tangible proof that Jaehyun had fallen out of love.

“What’s the matter?” Jaehyun asked in worry as he saw your hesitant reaction. “Open up,” he urged, and you breathed out, ripping the envelope open. There was a dorky Christmas card inside and two plane tickets.

“What?” You asked, not even trying to hide how stunned you were. Jaehyun wanted to take you on a trip to the mountains. It definitely wasn’t a gift card. “I don’t understand… so you’re not breaking up with me?”

“Why would I do that? I love you, sugar,” Jaehyun answered in confusion.

“Why were you keeping your distance lately, then?” You choked out, trying not to burst out crying. It was Christmas, and you were supposed to be happy and definitely, not an emotional mess.

“Oh,” Jaehyun whispered, a bit taken away that you noticed it. He had tried his best to conceal his worries. He hadn’t wanted to trouble you, but of course, you figured it all out. It was really foolish of him to think that he could’ve conned you.

“Oh?”

“Let’s sit down first,” Jaehyun muttered as his hand reached to hold yours. Though you tried to keep your cool, you couldn’t deny that stress was eating you alive. Your hands were shaking, and Jaehyun could feel your anxiety right away.

“I have a bad feeling about it,” you commented, afraid of whatever Jaehyun needed to tell you. The way he behaved gave away how serious the matter was, and you couldn’t help but feel alarmed. “What is it?”

“Dispatch has found out about us,” Jaehyun revealed, and you gasped upon hearing the news. How did they? You and Jaehyun had always been discreet. “They’re going to expose our relationship on the New Year. Sorry for not telling you sooner. I was trying to do something about it. I’ve even talked to the big boss, but there’s nothing I could do. The good thing is, since you’re not a celebrity, they won’t disclose your identity.”

You didn’t know what to say. It was never supposed to happen. You barely went out with Jaehyun in public. They had no right to find out about it.

“What are we going to do about it?” You asked, trying to support him in this mess. Though it was your mutual decision to pursue a romantic relationship, Jaehyun was the one to take the fall for both of you. It was his idol career at stake.

“We go on vacation to the mountains, have fun, and pretend that nothing’s going to happen.”

“That’s irresponsible. I bet there’s something we can do to stop this. I can’t have you face this scandal alone,” you said, desperate to find a solution.

“I’ve tried everything,” Jaehyun answered, placing his hand on your thigh, rubbing circles against your skin, hoping it’d calm you down. “It’s okay. We’ve been dating for almost two years; it’s time to reveal the truth.”

“What about your fans?”

“What about them? They’re gonna approve that I’m happy. If they don’t, they have never been my fans, and I don’t give a shit what they think,” Jaehyun bluntly declared, calling out fake fans immediately. You didn’t expect to hear such harsh words, but they still made your heart swell in pride.

“Are you sure?”

“Dead ass,” Jaehyun confessed, pressing a chaste kiss against your forehead. “So, now everything’s discussed, how about we test out my gift? These handcuffs will look great on you,” he added with a mischievous smirk, and you laughed.

 New Year

The time you spent with Jaehyun cuddled in the cabin in the mountains was worth any hurdle. Right after his last broadcast scheduled on the 26th, you caught the flight and flew right to the enchanted land of snow and beautiful views.

The other members might’ve thought you eloped. Neither of you even bothered to turn your phones back on after you landed. There was radio silence on your and Jaehyun’s end, so this idea wasn’t all that farfetched.

In the morning, Jaehyun pulled you out of bed and took you skiing. It was fun. Without any doubt, he was better than you; however instead of his typical competitiveness, he gave you plenty of tips on how to improve your technique.

In the afternoon, Jaehyun chose a low-profile family-run restaurant. They served delicious local cuisines, and Jaehyun ordered five portions of five different dishes for you to share. You had burnt a lot of calories skiing, and it was a delicious way to compensate for the energy loss. Of course, Jaehyun devoured most of it, but you both left the establishment with full stomachs.

In the evening, you cuddled under a thick blanket, watching reruns of your favorite movies. You loved spending quality time with Jaehyun, especially when there was no hidden beef between you. Just in a few hours, Dispatch was to release information about your relationship. Thankfully, you were together now, ready to face the consequences.

“Anticipation drives me crazy,” Jaehyun groaned, kicking off the blanket off his laps. “It’s not right. If the world is gonna find out about you, it should be on my terms,” he added, looking for his phone in desperation.

“It’s gonna be okay,” you assured him, but Jaehyun didn’t stop his frantic moves until he found his phone, finally turning it on. Instantly, it vibrated when hundreds of notifications from all of his group chats were delivered.

“Are you sure about it? I’m positive the company’s gonna make an official statement and force me apologize for having feelings,” Jaehyun barked as he furiously typed something on his phone. “I don’t feel apologetic for loving you.”

“What are you doing?” You asked, trying to peek at Jaehyun’s screen, curiosity getting the best of you.

“I’m making a statement. I will not give them the satisfaction,” Jaehyun said, and you surged forward, struggling to stop him from making a mistake. Jaehyun had been scolded for posting that Christmas tree picture, and you didn’t want him to get in trouble again.

“Don’t,” you yelled, but Jaehyun already uploaded that post. “What did you do?” Quickly, you ran to your backpack to check it on your phone. It took an eternity for it to light up, but once it did, you clicked on the Instagram icon on your screen, searching for Jaehyun’s profile.

It was a picture of your entwined hands, which he took on Christmas Eve. It was obscure enough to protect your identity, yet at the same time, it got his point across. Jeong Jaehyun was happily in love. Jeong Jaehyun was officially off the market.

Once you got back to your senses, you looked down at the caption. It got your heart racing, even though you knew how much trouble Jaehyun just got himself into. It’s not a common occurrence for an idol to confess their love on social media.

_jeongjaehyun 💓💓 with the love of my life

“Are you mad?” Jaehyun asked, and you wiped away the tears that formed in the corners of your eyes. You were conflicted, and one of the emotions running through you was definitely anger. SM Ent. must’ve figured out a damage control plan, but your boyfriend just unleashed hell on Earth, causing lots of unnecessary drama.

However, you also felt happy and relieved. Jaehyun just referred to you as the love of his life in front of the whole world. Wasn’t he just the best?

“I love you,” you whispered as you ran into his arms, smashing his lips against his.

Jaehyun kissed you back with vigor, letting his large hands roam across your body. While your mouths moved in sync, Jaehyun kneaded your butt, caressed your back, pulling you closer. Moaning into your kiss, you rubbed your hips against him as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Tell me you’ve brought the gift I got you,” you breathed out as a sudden urge to try the rest of the set. Though you had played a bit of that sex card game, you still didn’t test out the cuffs and the other goods.

“No, sugar; I didn’t. They don’t let people on board with trees,” Jaehyun deadpanned, teasing you. Of course, he knew what gift you were talking about, but he couldn’t fight his playful nature. “What do you need a tree for anyways?”

“The other one,” you added with an eye-roll. “I want you to use the toys on me.”

Jaehyun grinned before he leaned in, giving you a quick peck. “I’m on it. See you in the bedroom in two minutes,” he ordered as he ran to his suitcase to get the BDSM 101 kit.

Giggling at your boyfriend, you shook your head. You swayed your hips as you sauntered to the bedroom, undressing yourself one article of clothing at a time. The moment you reached the bed, you were only in your sexy underwear.

“Now, look at you, sugar,” Jaehyun commented with a suggestive wink, taking in all of your beauty. “I wish I had a camera, so I could film you,” he added, and you bit your lip, making a mental note to try it out something. Now that you thought about it, the prospect of making DIY porn seemed really hot.

“You should do it next time, sir,” you innocently spoke, batting your eyelashes at him, giving him the green light to execute this fantasy.

Quickly, you adjusted your position, sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for Jaehyun to approach you. Once he did, he grabbed your chin, making you look up. “Will you be a good girl for me tonight?” Jaehyun cooed; his eyes trained on your lips.

“Yes, sir.”

“Will you do what I say?” Jaehyun added tutting when you answered with a nod of your head. “Take off your bra and lie down.”

Following his instructions, you reached behind to unclasp the hooks of your bra. Your eyes were trained on his, seeing how his irises got darker with lust. Jaehyun licked his lips when you finally got rid of the thin fabric obscuring your breasts. Content with his reaction, you lay down, waiting for another order.

Slowly, Jaehyun climbed on top of you, kissing the skin of your collarbones, the crook of your neck, and right between your breasts. His hands ran across your sides all the way to your shoulders. His fingers traced lines down your limb only to circle around your wrists and force your arms over your head.

“No touching,” Jaehyun warned you before you let him put handcuffs on you, tying you down to the bed frame. You tried to wriggle a little, but your restraint kept you immobile. Thankfully, there was an extra layer of fluffy material around the cuffs that protected your skin from any bruises which might appear if Jaehyun decided to be extra harsh on you tonight.

“Jaehyun,” you purred, trying to make him start his ministration. He already stripped you of one of the senses, and now, you needed him to fuck you.

“Patience, sugar,” Jaehyun whispered as he put his hands on your hips, forcing them against the bed. He didn’t appreciate the way you ground them against his semi-hard cock. “What do we have here?” Jaehyun asked, pulling out a blindfold, playing with it.

“Jaehyun, no. I haven’t even seen your abs yet,” you begged, hoping he’d let you see at least of glimpse of his beautiful physique. Jaehyun’s body was sculpted by the gods, and it was a serious offense to conceal your sight before you got to see it.

“One more word and I’m gonna gag you too,” he threatened, shutting you up. You didn’t need to have any more senses taken away. Two were already too many. From now on, you concluded it would be smart to obey him.

Having your hands restrained and sight obscured left you completely reliant on Jaehyun. There was nothing you could do but wait for him to inflict any kind of delicious pressure.

The mattress dipped under Jaehyun’s weight as he leaned back and then got up. For a short while, you didn’t hear a sound. You nervously bit your bottom lip, hoping he didn’t leave you exposed like that. Thankfully, a moment later, you heard him pull his zipper and take off his pants.

“It’s a shame you can’t see how hard I am,” Jaehyun tsked, giving his length a few strokes, softly moaning. “I’m gonna fuck you so good,” he added as he reached for the whip, letting its end travel up your calf all the way to your thigh.

The toy barely touched you, but it got you squirming. You rubbed your thighs, but Jaehyun quickly intervened, swatting your leg with a whip. It didn’t sting, but you gasped out of pure shock. You didn’t see this one coming.

“You’re driving me crazy,” you moaned, wanting Jaehyun to stop his mischievous ministrations and rearrange your guts the way you wanted him to. “I can’t take it anymore,” you added, and Jaehyun took a deep sigh, tossing the whip onto the floor.

“You’re no fun,” Jaehyun replied, complying with your desperate request. Quickly, he crawled on top of you, brushing his rock-hard erection against your folds in the process. “I wanted to eat you out first, but look at you now, all wet for me already.”

“Please, fuck me,” you whined, spreading your thighs wider, rocking your hips against his cock. “Please, please, please,” you whimpered when Jaehyun teased you, rubbing his tip against your swollen clit.

“Alright,” Jaehyun gave in as he held you against the bed, digging his fingers in your hips. “I’m not gonna take it easy on you, though,” he added before he bottomed out, not giving you a chance to adjust to his size. “How you like that,” he breathed out, snapping his hips in and out of you at ruthless speed.

You were mewling at the top of your voice, letting Jaehyun wreck you. With your two senses taken away, the other ones seemed to heighten. You were more sensitive than usual. His moves got you in a frenzy in no time.

“I’m gonna come,” you cried out when his hand slid down to rub your clit.

“Good,” he growled before he leaned in to capture your lips. You moaned into his mouth, unable to contain the noises you were producing due to stimulation. “Come. Squeeze around my dick,” he ordered, giving you permission to let your climax overtake you.

His lips biting the delicate skin of your neck, his hand playing with your sensitive bud, his cock hammering inside of you with inhumane strength equated to the best orgasm of your life.

Your walls tightened around his cock as a powerful heatwave erupted within you. At the same time, Jaehyun arched his back, shooting his load inside. Jaehyun wailed in absolute pleasure as his hips moved through your peaks.

“We should make it a regular thing,” you purred when Jaehyun fell on top of you, trying to catch his breath. His softening cock was still buried deep inside of you, keeping all his cum in. Slowly, he pushed the blindfold off your face, letting you admire his fucked-out glow.

“Duly noted,” Jaehyun whispered, pressing a gentle kiss against your lips. “But I think we should try out other things too.”

“Things such as?” You inquired, and Jaehyun shrugged, not having anything specific in mind. “Maybe next time, I can tie you to the bed,” you proposed, and Jaehyun hummed, thinking if he could completely submit to you without going crazy. “Or we could invite someone in. Johnny maybe, or Jungwoo. You know… the more, the merrier.”

“One step at a time, sugar.”

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helloooo, this is your secret santa for the #neosecretsanta event!! are you excited? 👀

Hellooooo Secret Santa 👀 I am!! Super excited!! 🎅

[beomcoups]

give me some sugar

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Haechan x reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, smut, established relationship au

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: R (18+)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: oral (m and f receiving), fingering, missionary, dirty talk

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 792 words

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and Haechan make sugar cookies and make a mess of things. 

𝐀𝐍: This is for Nova @magicislandcafe. Hiiii. I am your secret santa 🎄. 

“Haechan!!"

You are standing in the kitchen, your face full of flour as Haechan sneaks up behind you, startling you with a kiss on your cheek, whispering, “give me some sugar.” You weren’t expecting him to come to see you today, and you decided to distract yourself from missing him by making sugar cookies, his favorite. 

“Wow, it looks so snowy in here,” Haechan jokes, grabbing a rag and wetting it with water. “It’s like a winter wonderland in here.”

You pout and playfully swat his chest, letting him wipe your face clean. Haechan looks amused, and you feel your annoyance melting away with each touch. When he finishes, he plants a sweet kiss on your lips, apologizing for scaring you. 

“It’s okay,” you smile softly. “I am glad you came today. I missed you and was about to make some sugar cookies to bring you tomorrow.”

“Really?” He perks up, looking at the mess you made on the counter. “Well, you don’t have to bring it tomorrow; I was going to stay the night here.”

He points over to his overnight bag sitting on the couch with his car keys on the top. You try to conceal the big smile on your face by looking away, but you fail miserably, bursting into giggles instead. 

“Well, I can’t say I’m not happy to see you,” you confess. “Do you want to help me make the cookies?”

“Yeah,” Haechan accepts your offer. “I would love to.”

In a small bowl, you stir together flour, baking soda, and baking powder and set it aside to show him how to blend in the cream, butter, eggs, and vanilla together. Next, you mix your dry mix, rolling the dough into balls and placing them on the cooking sheets. You sneak looks at your boyfriend, and his eyes light up like a kid watching magic happen. You thought you couldn’t love him any more than you already do, but he continues to exceed your expectations every time. 

“Okay! Time to pop them in the oven,” you announce. 

Haechan puts them in the oven, and you excuse yourself to change your shirt, now covered with sugar and flour. You eagerly take it off and throw it in your dirty laundry basket, rummaging through your drawer to find another shirt. You hear your door creak open, and Haechan is standing right there, leaning against the door frame.

“I was coming back,” you insist. “I just need a shirt.”

“Do you, though?” He saunters over to you. “I think you look good without it.”

“Of course you do,” you giggle and roll your eyes. “And you should. I would be sad if you didn’t.”

He turns you around and wraps your arms around your waist, kissing you with a thousand feelings that don’t need to be said. Your hands rake through his hair as he lays you on the bed, impatiently taking off your sweats and sliding your panties to the side. Finally, his fingers slide into your folds, and you dissolve into pleasure, watching him cast a spell with his hands.

“You look so pretty,” he whispers, pulling down his pants and briefs in one go. “My fingers are stuffing your cunt just nicely, huh?”

You nod frantically, reaching for him and taking his dick in your mouth. The faster he increases his pace, the harder you suck him; the taste of his smooth long cock in your mouth makes you want more. You gaze up at him, his face stern in concentration, brows furrowed as he watches your sweet essence coat his fingers. You love seeing him this way, so fixated on your body and wanting to please you. He always makes sure that you get yours first, the perfect gentlemen.

“Baby, I want to feel you,” he grunts, stroking your mouth. You hum in agreement, your eyes rolling to the back of your head in gratification as he hits your throat. Then, he suddenly pulls out, climbing over you and lifting your legs up over his shoulders. He enters you slowly, and you both sigh in relief, your hips grinding with his rhythm. 

“Oh my god,” you whimper. “Don’t stop plea—”

BUZZ!

The blaring sound takes you out of your concentration, your mind hazy as if you are in a dream. Then, the smell of sweetness fills up your nose, and you realize where the sound came from. 

“Haechan!” You tap his shoulder feverishly. “The cookies!”

He snaps out focus, realizing that the cookies are going to burn, and he pulls out of you quickly, running to the kitchen. You hear the pan being set down on the oven, feet shuffling as he runs back into the room, sliding himself back into you.

“Now, where were we?”

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[mydominions]

Paper Hearts [Lee Haechan]

this is my fic for @sunflowerhae for @neosecretsanta 's event !!

pairing : slytherin!haechan × ravenclaw!reader

words : 1,326

genre : hogwarts!au ; angst ;

warnings : ∅

note : sorry for any mispelling errors, english is not my first language ; i really hope you'll like it (it was my first time writing angst, i hope i did it well)

This year the Triwizard tournament was taking place in Hogwarts, again. Every students was eager to discover the three wizards to compete. 

Lee Haechan has been announced one of them. His girlfriend, Y/N, wasn't too supportive of that. She was scared something might happen to him. Unfortunately, this disagreement made their relationship weaken, but they stillloved each otther.

Y/N still tried to encourage him because she knew he needed it. And even though she was against it, Haechan's friends were totally fond of the idea. They were the ones to push him to participate.

°°°

The first task was hapenning today and Haechan was busy training. So busy, he had no time to spend with his friends.

He didn't even have time to spend with his girlfriend, which made Y/N quite annoyed.

Thankfully she was able to see him a bit before the beginning of the task. Then she talked to him about feeling lonely. His only answer was that he had to train to win.

Y/N tried to understood how hard it must be for him, so she let it slide, ths time.

Before leaving for the task Haechan softly kissed Y/N, after telling her he loved her.

°°°

The task had now ended, and Y/N was glad it did. She felt like dying a hundred times. Haechan finally succeeded his task with some scratches and cuts.

His housemates were all after him to congratulate him, Y/N haven't even seen him yet. She had glimpsed him a few times, but he hasn't came to see her yet.

And since the first task, Y/N haven't seen her boyfriend. Always busy with classes and trainings.

She only saw him, for a little while, before the beginning of each tasks.

°°°

The Yule Ball was happening tonight, and thankfully Haechan have had time to ask her to be his date.

They were now ready to enter the Great Hall, with everyone's eyes stuck on them. But Y/N didn't care, she had the opportunity to spend her whole night having fun with her friends and mostly with her boyfriend.

The night had well started and now, Haechan and Y/N were dancing together. Haechan was so happy to finally spend time with Y/N, he knew he had kind of abandoned her these past days.

As they were laughing, Haechan saw one of his friends wave at him and tell him to come see him. Haechan nodded and let go a bit of Y/N.

"I need to talk to Mark real quick, is it okay for you ?"

Y/N happiness died down, and Haechan saw it.

"I'll be quick, I promise."

And with that, Y/N said yes.

Little did she know she shouldn't have. Everyone was leaving the Great Hall, and Haechan hasn't returned yet. He was gone for more then two hours now. Y/N also left with tears welling up her eyes. She went in the bathroom and cried, so hard her head hurts. She was really disappointed in Haechan. So much, she decided she won't attend the final task.

°°°

The final task was starting in less than an hour and Haechan was still looking for Y/N. He really wanted to see her to apologize for the night before.

He looked everywhere he thought she would be, but didn't find her. So he walked back to the castle, to get ready, his head hanging low, when he heard her voice.

He ran towards her, there she was laughing with her friends. When Haechan came in sight, Y/N's face changed, and she took her belongings before leaving the opposite way of his.

"Y/N wait !"

Haechan ran to catch up with her. She stopped only to look in his eyes. There he saw how disappointed she was.

"What are you doing here ?" Y/N asked.

"I came to apologize, for yesterday."

Y/N rolled her eyes, and continue to walk way. Haechan took a hold of her arm.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't wanted to leave you." Haechan explained.

"And yet you did."

Haechan pulled her arm to make her face him. He saw her eyes were getting wet.

"I'm sorry if I hurted you yesterday, it wasn't my intent."

Y/N scoffed.

"Yesterday ? You're only thinking about yesterday ?" Her voice was getting louder. "You left me for a whole week just to train for this stupid competition."

Haechan tried to talk but Y/N cut him.

"Do you know how stupid I felt yesterday when I saw everyone with their date, but I was left alone because my boyfriend thinks a cup is more important than our relationship ?"

Haechan saw the tears rolling down her face, he tried to dry them up but Y/N turned and left. She stopped just to say : "We're done, now you can train how much you want."

°°°

Haechan was now on the starting line of the last task, but was lurking the stands in hope to see his, now ex, girlfriend's face, to no avail.

The task started and Haechan turned around, regretfully.

Y/N was in her room, texting her friends to tell her if anything happens to Haechan. She still cared about him.

After some hours, Y/N's phone rang. It was a message.

It said : "It ended."

Y/N was now on her way to the arena. She wanted to know who won, and if it was Haechan, she wanted to show him her support.

When she arrived, the fanfare was playing loud. Everyone was chearing and a lot of people were in the center. It was difficult for Y/N to see who was the winner.

She could see two of the contestants sitting on the side, Haechan was no where to be find.

While she was looking around her, Y/N heard her name being called. She turned around and saw him, Haechan. He was limping and and holding his side but he was still his beautiful self.

"Congratulations." was all Y/N said.

Haechan smiled. He was genuinely happy to see her here. He thought she wouldn't come.

"Thank you for being here." Haechan told Y/N.

Y/N nodded her head. She had to be here. They had just freshly broke up, in their mind they were still together.

"I'm really sorry, again, for what I put you through. I didn't thought about your feelings, I thought you would take everything because you were my girlfriend. I'm so sorry."

Y/N lowered her head. She was really mad at him but she still loved him. And as much as it hurt her to be apart from him, it would make them realise how much they worth to one another.

That's how, during vacations, they didn't contacted each other. Haechan tried his best to not send Y/N an owl, she didn't wanted her boundaries stepped over, and he was respecting that.

°°°

The vacations ended and so, school started again. On the very first day, Y/N and Haechan would smile at each other when the'd see each other. They didn't talk or approached one antoher.

On the second day, they strated to sit next to each other again, exchanging little words.

On the third day, they started to have real conversations, talking about their vacations and so on.

And that went on until the end of the week, on sunday. They were sitted on a banch near the lake. Y/N's head was resting on Haechan's shoulder, while his arm was holding her shoulders.

"I'm really sorry." Haechan blurted out. "I have been an idiot."

"Yeah, you were."

"I thought of dropping out, after you dumped me. But I would have lost you for nothing."

Y/N chuckled. "Thank God you didn't, now I can brag about my boyfriend, the Triwizard tournament's winner."

Haechan's eyes widened of surprise. She just said my boyfriend ? Haechan sighed of relief and took her in his arms.

"I really missed you." Y/N said.

Haechan lowered his head and softly kissed her lips. It felt really good.

"I missed you too."

#neosecretsanta #haechan #lee haechan #haechan angst #donghyuck #lee donghyuck #nct #nct dream #nct 127 #nct hogwarts au #hogwarts au

[xiaojunsmintchoco]

hi amelia :)

first of all, congratulations on your new relationship! I would love to know the story of how you got together so if you're really writing it I will love to read it

also good luck on your new adventure in nursing, wishing you all the best for it

I'm so happy you like school aus, I have started to write my story for you and I'm really excited about it, it's just a cute little thing but I hope you'll like it :)

-ss 🎅

hey ss! thank you so much for the well-wishes and the fic in progress! can’t wait to read the finished fic :D hope you have a great day!

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[taem-min-archived]

hard to love, easy to lose || l.ty

PAIRING || Taeyong x female reader ft. OC idol

GENRES || Idol verse, Heavy Angst, Best friends to Lovers AU, Lovers to Exes AU

SUMMARY ||  "Am I that hard to love? Am I that scary?"

"No. You're an angel and that's why people are scared of you. Because you are easy to love, too easy. And they are scared they'll get lost in you."

or in which Taeyong tries his very hard to keep loving you.

WARNINGS || Heavy Angst, Breakups, Character Death, Mentions of Saesangs

WC || 2k

A/N || This is for my neosecret santa event by @neosecretsanta​​ . Omg Cassie @tyongishs​​ I really hope you like this! I liked the plot and I hope this is to your liking!

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“What is wrong with me?” She muttered, leaning her head towards his shoulder. Gently, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a hug.

“No, there’s nothing wrong with you.” Taeyong whispered, resting his chin on her head. But even to his own ears, his voice sounded uncertain. Like even he wasn’t sure that there was nothing wrong with her.

But he had to be strong for her.

He had to believe that she was normal, nothing was ever wrong with her and people were just hurting her unnecessarily.

He heard her sniffle and he felt his heart clench in pain.

“Love?” He asked, gently pulling her away to see her watery eyes.

He felt his heart sink. How could he ever doubt her? She was an angel, his best friend was as pure as the snow and untainted.

Taeyong loved her, how could he do this to her?

“Y/N.” He whispered gently, his voice almost silent. He caressed his thumb over her face, gently wiping away her tears. “There’s nothing ever wrong with you. You are so perfect in every way. You should just…ignore them.”

“But they are my friends too. Or they are supposed to be…What if they are right? What if…I hurt the people I love?”

He screwed his eyes shut as the familiar scene ran through his head.

Not now. If you fall into the grief again, you’ll lose her too.

“That.” He gritted, angry that people were blaming her for something she didn’t have control over. “Isn’t your fault. It cannot be your fault and it was no one’s fault.”

She blinked at him.

“I want to be loved too.” She whispered, her voice sounding almost lifeless.

He wanted to scream at her, shake her shoulders and tell her that he loved her, he loved her beyond words and that he would stay beside her forever.

But she was so frail, the past few days had ruined her. True, even he was shaken by the events but it was like the consequences had mostly fallen on her. Everyone had been blaming her all the time, not knowing how much she already thought that it was her fault.

It wasn't her fault. It never was.

He still remembered that night vividly as though it had just happened a few seconds ago. The evening was rolling just fine, the award show was fun, they had won awards and the after party was going well. Soon it was time to leave and as a joke, Y/N and Minjun decided to switch vans while going back to their dorms.

Little was it known to them that the driver assigned to her had been paid ahead by saesangs to injure her due to the sudden closeness between her and Taeyong. Seeing them switching cars, the driver took matters in his own hand and crashed the car into hers. She was injured too, but the impact had killed Minjun.

It was a huge blow to everyone. They had just lost a talented artist and a good friend, it hurt both of them so much that he could see her slipping away and away from him with each passing day.

He was trying to help her, he wanted to make her feel loved. But she seemed numb and oblivious to him, only hearing the negative words of people around her.

“Y/N.” Taeyong said.

She looked at him sadly.

“I’ll always love you.”

She leaned in once more into his shoulder. “I love you too.”

“Y/N?”

He asked, walking into the dark living room. He could see her sitting by the window, gazing at the city sadly.  He let out a breath, the fearful knot in his chest loosening.

Taeyong had woken up to an empty cold bed and for a second he panicked, fear that she had done the worst.

But as he walked up towards her and sat beside her, he felt his heart light up as she automatically leaned into his touches.

“Taeyong?”

“Yes, love?”

“Am I that hard to love? Am I that scary?”

“No.” Taeyong said slowly.” You're an angel and that's why people are scared of you. Because you are easy to love, too easy. And they are scared they'll get lost in you."

She didn’t reply to him.

Had he said the wrong thing? Did he put too much emotion into his sentence?

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes fluttering rapidly like a butterfly. He felt his heart flutter, and he wanted nothing more than to press his lips against her soft lips, run his hands through her hair and caress her cheeks.

But he knew better than to that. He couldn’t afford to lose another best friend just when they had lost one.

“Taeyong.” She asked.

“Yes?” He asked, gently cupping her face and caressing her cheeks with his thumb.

“Why are you…why are you beside me always?”

He froze at her words. This was the last question he had expected from her. Did she not like him being beside her anymore?

No. That was not it.

Y/N was an angel, she would never hurt him.

No. She meant something else.

She meant why was he still with her when everyone else had left her, why did he still trust her when everyone else had lost their belief in her.

Gently, he turned her towards her.

“Y/N.” He whispered. “I love you. I love you so much that I promise you I’ll never ever leave you.”

Her eyes flicked to his lips and back to his eyes again. He felt his stomach turn.

“I love you too.” Her voice was broken, like it was an emotion she was struggling with.

Then, as though he couldn’t bear to see her like this again, Taeyong cupped her face and leaned in, gently brushing his lips against hers.

He moved away almost immediately, in case she didn’t want this but she whined and chased after his lips until they met again. He felt his heart explode as firecrackers went off in all the parts of the skin she gently traced. His arms were tingling with her touch, it was as though she was unsure of whether she could touch him and so he pulled her in closer by her waist.

“I didn’t know you loved me.” She muttered against his lips.

Taeyong felt his heart break a little at her words. What did she mean by that? Wasn’t he always by her side? Wasn’t that ever enough for her?

But he quickly dismissed the thought away. She was fragile in her mind, of course she doubted him too. But he was happy that she had returned the feelings to him, the feelings he had for his best friend that he had to hide for years because he was afraid to ruin their friendship.

He leaned in for another kiss.

“Y/N. I love you. I loved you. And I will always love you.”

“Taeyong. Taeyong. Wake up.”

Taeyong shot up from his sleep, panic coursing through his veins at what might have happened to her, various horrible scenarios running through his mind.

“What’s it?” His eyes met her panicked ones, and even though there was no lighting in the room he could see the tiny beads of sweat on her forehead. He immediately pulled her into a hug. “Y/N, love, please tell me what’s wrong?”

“I had a dream.” She murmured into his shirt as he gently caressed her hair softly. “I had a dream that everyone was happy I was gone. They were laughing at me.”

He closed his eyes shut, trying to ignore the prickling irritation behind his neck. It had been nearly a year since the incident and she still was suffering. He had taken her to the therapist and there seemed to be no improvement at all.

“It’s okay love. You know no one thinks about you that way anymore, right?”

“You were there too. You were laughing at me too.”

He froze.

What? What was she talking about? Why would he ever laugh at her?

He could feel his irritation grow at her distrust. Hadn’t him being with her the entire year been enough for her to believe? What more did she need?

“Love.” He said, managing to hide his irritation from his voice. “Why would I laugh at you?”

She didn’t respond. He pulled away from her so that he could see her face. She looked broken once more.

“Y/N, why would I laugh at you?” He asked again, this time his voice hardened a little.

She still didn’t meet his eyes.

Taeyong sighed.

Gently, he pushed her back to bed without consoling her further and he himself went back to sleep.

“Go back to sleep Y/N. Don’t dream about ridiculous things.”

“But-”

“Go back to sleep. I love you.”

He was careful to hide the uncertainty in his voice but there was sometimes when even he doubted how much longer he could keep loving her.

“W-why are you leaving me?” She sobbed, trying to grab his arms as he walked out of her apartment.

Taeyong looked at her coldly, yanking his hands out her grip. HIs heart ached to see his ex-lover and ex-best friend like this, but there was only so much he could do.

He loved her but she never seemed to be able to accept it ever.

And now he realised, he had to leave her.

“You wanted me too, remember? No matter how many times I told you I loved you, no matter how much I stayed beside you, it never seemed to be enough for you. What else do you want me to do Y/N?”

“You can- you can stay-” She said, her voice breaking as tried grabbing his arm again. Taeyong immediately turned away as he couldn’t bear to see her like this.

“I stayed Y/N. I stayed. But you never needed me. No matter how much I tried to help you, you never accepted it. You’ve convinced yourself everyone hates when they don’t! I loved you but that’s isn’t ever enough for you!”

He stepped out of the apartment and Y/N grabbed his shoulders urgently.

“N-No no- wait Taeyong- I love you too- Please…you can’t leave me-”

“I can.”

Saying so, he gently pushed her away so that she stumbled back inside. Then before she could say anything or he could change his mind, he turned around and walked away with his suitcase, determined not to give his everything away from her.

Taeyong had tried a lot. He had cut connections with almost all his friends because he was angry that they considered as threat and blamed her. He had given up almost everything to just take care of her and yet she never seemed to notice him ever. She said she loved him, but he never felt loved ever.

The past six months had been especially harder. Her nightmares had become more frequent and in each of them Taeyong was the one hurting her. It hurt him a lot too, to know that even after how much he had done for her she still thought he would leave her and blame her.

It got unbearable till the point he had to leave, for the sake of his own healing. He had loved Y/N but she barely returned the feelings back to him, tearing his own heart open.

Finally out of the apartment he turned back one last time to see Y/N standing on her balcony.

Wiping a single tear that fell from his eyes, Taeyong waved her a goodbye.

He had thought she was too easy to love but he was wrong.

Y/N was hard to love, and easy to lose.

A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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