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daegall · 2 years

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—7LIN' WITH NCT DREAM

pairing: nct dream x reader

genre: fluff, some crack

warnings: none, i think

word count: 300-400 per member

a/n: efjadj literally a day on hiatus i wrote this LMAO

also just realized most of these are sleepovers pls i miss sleepovers someone take me to a sleepover </3

networks/taglist: @neoturtles @knet-bakery @kokonomi @twozeronet + @peachxyverse <33

*･༓☾ MARK LEE

— in the dead of night, cooking random foods

You know Mark Lee, you’ve known him for years now. You know the littles habits he has and the small peeves he holds, you know what he’s feeling whenever and wherever. You are aware of how he has those sleepless nights where he writes music and lyrics, and you are completely aware of the small thing he does when he’s feeling hungry on those nights.

Fortunately, tonight you stayed over to do an assignment, so there’s no need for calling multiple times or asking your neighbor Renjun to go wake you up. You love Mark, you really do, but on these nights you just wish to throw him out the window. Affectionately? Maybe, you think to yourself as Mark scurries around to look for ingredients.

“What are we even making anyways?”

“‘m craving some fried chicken.”

“Mark there is literally KFC like 2 blocks away.”

Mark stubbornly shakes his head, opening his fridge to look for buttermilk. It’s his favorite when it comes to your cooking, buttermilk fried chicken, “But it’s different when we make it!”

“You mean when I make it?”

Your best friend huffs, sticking his tongue out at you, “Yes. When you make it.”

15 minutes later (plus a few minutes of trying to teach Mark how to fry chicken), you put the plate of fried chicken on the coffee table in front of the tv, plopping next to Mark on the couch. He instantly reaches out for a leg, hungrily munching on it as you switch through many channels on the tv. You settle with the channel playing E.T, knowing it would eventually cause Mark to fall asleep due to the many times he’s watched it.

“So, you write any new songs?”

Mark hums enthusiastically, shoving the rest of his chicken in his mouth, before placing the bone back on the plate. He then reaches for his beloved guitar beside him, instantly plucking on the strings skillfully. He then sings a small tune softly, glancing at you once in a while to see if you’re dozing off.

You’re not, and you know you won’t, not when Mark has his guitar out. It’s your favorite habit of his, when he randomly pulls his guitar out to play a little something.

You snicker and point at his hands, “Hah! You’re getting your guitar oily!”

*･༓☾ HUANG RENJUN

— in the middle of a field

Your parents have always said, stranger danger, but honestly you think otherwise.

Especially when the stranger randomly showed up next to you while you were having a breakdown and decided to lay down next to you. Yeah, stranger no danger.

You don’t need to speak, he doesn’t need to speak to know that you’re both safe with each other. No weird intentions, just comfort from each other’s presence. At first, you were quite annoyed, and felt an urge to yell at him to go away, but you strangely feel the urge fly away with each minute that passed by.

Funny, this reminds you of times when you were a child, when you simply just sat with another and the next day you would be acting like you’ve known each other for years.

Only, you have absolutely no idea who this stranger is.

“So,” you breath out, glancing to your right, where he layed. “I’m Y/n. You are?”

“Renjun,” The stranger responds, sending you a thin lipped, awkward, yet adorable smile, sticking his hand out to you. You stick your hand out and shake his hand for a mere second, before pulling away and facing back up to the sky.

“Thank you for accompanying me,” You mumble, pulling at some grass underneath you. A small habit you grew to get used to, after that one track and field day in fourth grade. Waiting for your turn is very boring and takes a long time, so you had to resort to some form of entertainment. Maybe you should be a gardener in the future.

“I wouldn’t mind resorting to gardening either, really.” Renjun chuckles after you told him of your little spontaneous idea.

“Hmm, if we have no chance of life by 30, let’s open a plant shop and own a whole garden.”

He shrugs, you can almost feel it by your shoulder, before he faces you with a small lazy and lopsided smile, “I wouldn’t mind.”

Comfort and joy you haven’t felt for weeks finally waves over you at the idea of opening a little plant shop with a guy you’ve just met. A small spark ignites within you at how relaxing and almost surreal the moment feels, knowing this would be the start of a long friendship.

*･༓☾ LEE JENO

— in the middle of his living room at a sleepover

It’s basically traditional now, to have sleepovers with Jeno. Either at your house, or his house, they all go the same way.

Come over, eat a bunch of snacks while playing board games, watch a bunch of movies, nap for a hot minute, and wake back up to Jeno playing video games with Hyuck and Jaemin, and then your favorite part, when you two can’t sleep because of the nap you took before.

Or maybe the apple juice you drank. Probably both.

And here you lay, the clock hitting midnight, staring at the blank ceiling of Jeno’s living room. Green and purple shapes start to form from how dark the room is, and you trail your eyes all over the room, trying to get rid of them.

Your eyes move constantly, all around the room, until your head turns to your right and catches Jeno’s which were staring right at you.

“What are you doing?” He giggles, a small twitch at the corner of his lips he is unable to hold back curls up into a smile, his eyes scrunching up as well. You can’t help but start to chuckle as well, poking at Jeno’s stomach.

“Not sleeping.”

“You know, they say when you can’t sleep it’s because you have a lot on your mind.”

You chuckle, shaking your head, “I think it’s because we have a lot in our stomachs.”

Jeno agrees, his head is completely empty, ready for sleep, but his body just won’t comply, it’s too full of energy. He sighs, catching your hand and softly intertwining your fingers. So many things you could do at such a time, watch another movie, play another game, heck, go for a walk.

Jeno knows you’re also trying to figure out what to do, he can tell by the way your fingers drum against the back of his hand softly. Only one thing can come to your mind, and you think it’s also on Jeno’s.

You turn your head to your best friend, “Should we eat some more?”

He nods with a grin, “Let’s eat some more.”

The night is filled with many kinds of sandwiches, ham sandwiches, grilled cheese sandwiches, egg sandwiches, everything you could try. The full stomach keeps you on until 5 am, where you pass out of the couch instead of the air mattress you set up in the living room.

You have a good morning’s sleep and wake up to Renjun and Jaemin shaking you awake and complaining about sleeping in a bad position, but you only groan at the sight of sandwiches contained in Tupperware's they brought for breakfast.

*･༓☾ LEE DONGHYUCK

— at the library, reading children’s books on bean bags

As childish and immature your boyfriend is, he always cherishes those rare moments where all you two do is just rest and bask in each other’s embrace. It always leaves a special memory in his heart.

And this is probably the only reason he likes the library, because it’s your favorite relaxing spot in all of town. Though it’s quiet, and painfully boring, you always make up for it in many different ways. Sneaking in snacks and eating at a far, hidden corner together, cuddling against a bookshelf, hell even the fact that the librarian treasures you to the point she gives you access to the library’s (though old and dusty,) cherished computer.

There’s never a boring moment in the library when he’s with you.

And Donghyuck especially wants to keep this moment to his heart, feeling it swell affectionately when you scoot your bean bag closer to his and lay your head on his lap. He loves how you act so natural with it, sending him a cheeky smile before picking your book back up to continue reading.

One benefit Donghyuck gets when dating you, reading more often. Well, it was more of Johnny’s doing, forcing you two to start your own little book club when he found out you two almost never read books. He did good making that decision, especially with this week’s books.

This week’s theme is children’s stories, agreed mutually after Mark’s little sister was surprised you didn’t know all these classic children’s tales.

Donghyuck raises his hand and instantly runs it through your hair, softly playing with the strands as you two get lost in your own fairytales. You chose the book 'Jack and the Beanstalk’ after vaguely remembering slight details about it, but only one came to mind.

Your boyfriend chose ‘Little red riding hood’, strangely curious as to how the wolf gobbled grandma so quickly, and how she even survived.

Donghyuck’s subtle playing with your hair has you feeling awfully sleepy, shutting your book and placing it on the ground next to you. He looks at you alarmed, though chuckles the next second when he notices your sleepy eyes gazing up at him.

“Can you read it out loud?” You request, shifting to make yourself comfortable on his lap.

Donghyuck hums, before softly mumbling the story out loud, his voice soothing and smooth, luring you in to continue listening, yet at the same time almost lulling you to sleep. You choose sleep, obviously, with how comfortable you feel.

Not even 10 minutes later, Donghyuck decides that his review for the book will be 1 star, because who the hell can survive being eaten by a wolf? He places both of your books on the top of a shelf, before joining you on the bean bags to take a short nap.

*･༓☾ NA JAEMIN

— in your room, supposedly studying but actually doing anything but studying

Usually, you do productive stuff when it comes to hanging out with Jaemin, but today was different. For better, you feel, but you kind of know it’s worse too.

You two have gotten bored of doing a bunch of assignments, instead finding much comfort lying on Jaemin’s bed, under the covers, watching a ton of Dodo animal videos. At first you started with a movie, but after watching a daily dose of internet video you chose to watch a bunch of animal videos. It’s a bit scary how one could get so carried away on the internet.

You awe and lean your head on Jaemin’s shoulder at the sight of the once cold and mean cat snuggling up to her owner, swinging your legs back and forth in the air. After lots of shifting, you find laying on your stomach the best, though your neck position is killing you.

“If we were to get a cat, what would you name it?”

You hum at the question, thoughtfully thinking of all the possibilities. “Cool goob.” You conclude.

Jaemin giggles at your answer, clicking on another dog video, “I would name them Doug.”

You nod at his decision, glancing at his phone screen. “And for a dog?”

“Douggie.”

“Jaem, that’s literally the same name you gave for the cat.”

“No, this one has-”

Suddenly, light pools through and stings at your eyes, and both you and Jaemin groan and stuff yourselves into the sheets. Renjun narrows his eyes at the both of you and tosses the blanket to the side, with Jeno snickering at your conversation they had previously eavesdropped on.

“Don’t tell me you two are planning to adopt cats and dogs.”

“Who’s adopting what?” Chenle peaks his head into the room, and Jisung hums in wonder. “Can the cat be something less hairy? I’ve got allergies, you know that.”

“I suppose a Siamese would be okay.”

Mark and Donghyuck walk in after Chenle and Jisung, excitedly, after hearing about adoption, “Ooh! Can we get a dog too?”

“No! Nobody’s adopting anything! You’ll all just end up dumping all the responsibilities on me again!”

The room goes silent at the truth Renjun spits, the air getting a bit tense at his sudden tiny burst.

“...hamster?”

“Zhong Chenle! We are not getting another Jisung!”

*･༓☾ ZHONG CHENLE

— at the basketball court during class hours

You’ve always been stuck to the side of the mischievous Zhong Chenle, along with Park Jisung, always helping him with his little pranks and teasing, he was your source of serotonin. Never has he failed to bring a smile to your face when you’re feeling down, heck even if he’s the cause of your sadness. He will always make it up to you.

Your whole life was filled with carefree adrenaline, your parents knew how to raise a happy and healthy child, and so you can’t say you have just a little bit or rebellion in you. Though, this didn’t stop you from staying diligent and listening to your friends and family with care.

And you’ve learned to surround yourself with satisfaction, that includes grades. Oh how you dreaded getting your results. Always a sick feeling in your stomach when you see the numbers. Confident or not, it’s always got you in a nervous wreck.

And to think you actually failed a math exam, oh, you've never been so frustrated in your life. Other than the time Daegal tried chewing your backpack apart, but that’s nothing. The moment Chenle comes face to face with your frustrated frown, he’s already made a plan to cheer you up with everything he’s got.

Unfortunately, Jisung couldn’t come along, claiming he needs to join soccer practice after skipping one too many times. But Chenle did not hesitate to ditch class to drag you to the nearest bakery, instructed you to wait, and came back with a whole box of donuts.

Zhong Chenle is the best. Most of the time. Not in sleepovers when he decides to literally throw random pillow fights at the most unexpected times.

But he’s still the best most of the times. And that includes right now, as he pats the seat next to him. He had taken you to the basketball court near the bakery, completely lonely and perfect for an afternoon snack.

“My parents are gonna kill me for failing, and skipping class, do you realize that?”

Your best friend shrugs, swallowing the last of his donut, “Yeah, just tell them it’s my fault.”

You go back to munching on your glazed donut, flopping your head on Chenle’s shoulder. Your parents had an inevitable soft spot for Chenle, and an even softer spot for Jisung, so they wouldn’t mind if they got you to skip class just to cheer you up. They’re just that smitten.

“Thank you,” You mumble, as you wipe at your mouth, “for cheering me up.”

Chenle hums, bumping his head with yours, before he pinches at your cheek, “Anything for you.”

A smile curls on your lips, because you know it’s true. He would do anything for you, and you wouldn’t hesitate to do the same thing for him.

“Anyways, how did you do on the math test?”

“Got a solid B minus.”

“Oh my god Zhong Chenle you’re so dead.”

*･༓☾ PARK JISUNG

— a lazy morning, after a sleepover

You believe that friendships are very important, and most crucial to you in life. Without a friend, who knows how mad you could become? There was a time in 9th grade when you had no genuine friends, and resorted to ranting to your reflection cups and plates, water even.

That was a hard time you don’t want to talk about. Everything turned out fine the next year, so it wasn’t too bad to dwell on.

True, genuine people as friends are hard to find among a big crowd. To find someone who could relate to you, support you, love you, is hard. Especially when you have to support them in whatever they do, get along well, and really just understand each other deeply.

This fact made it seem almost impossible to find the perfect friend.

But, a shining light, also known as Park Jisung, came tumbling into your life after you had asked him if he was the soccer player (he really isn’t). The boy simply laughed and replied how he wished to be as talented as him. You almost believe he had no talent, like some people out there, until he started dancing.

Crazy talented. Who would want to kick balls all day when you got groovy moves like his?

Soon, this curiosity led you to the best decision of befriending Park Jisung, whom without you’d surely wouldn’t survive without today. Scratch that, finding him in the first place, if not then it’d be him failing to survive with how clumsy and careless he is. Who even washes veggies with soap?

And in your opinion, finding a friendship this special comes once in a hundred chances, so your luck must’ve been fantastic. Another one of your opinions, though random, sleepovers are the peak intimacy for friends. Inviting a friend to your place is like asking to be their partner in crime forever. Having them invite you to their place? You just found your rock.

And so here you find yourself, 8 in the morning, groaning as you fling your arms around to stop Jisung’s annoyingly loud alarm clock. He’s hit snooze about 3 times already, it;s time to stop it. It’s a weekend, for heaven's sake!

Jisung hums mindlessly, seemingly unbothered by the loud wake up call, instead tugging the blankets towards him and turning around, causing the rest of your side of the blanket to shift to his half of the bed.

With a huff, you grab a pillow from beside you, before flopping it to smack the back of your best friend’s head. Jisung grunts at the feeling, and starts to stir awake when you repeat the action multiple times.

“Park Jisung, you're taking my side of the blanket. You promised you wouldn’t do it this time.”

“Cold!”

“Fine, I’m going to Chenle’s room.”

At the mention of the boy next door, Jisung sits up abruptly, looping his arms around your right arm. “No! Just because he has Daegal doesn’t mean it’s better there, let’s just cuddle or something.”

You instantly agree to his proposal, tugging the blankets back over you. “That’s what I thought.”

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daegall · 2 years

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Detention room 24

pairing: boyfriend! Jisung x reader

genre: fluff, crack, slight soccer! AU

warnings: swearing

word count: 890 words

a/n: jisung be hitting hard lately :')

networks/taglist: @neoturtles @knet-bakery @kokonomi @twozeronet + @peachxyverse <33

Traffic is a bitch, homework is a pain, and Mr. Lee is the source of all your misery, you decide. He’s the one who assigned so much homework, the one who caused you to pull an all-nighter, the reason you woke up late and missed the bus. He’s also the one taking you to detention room 24 after school hours and who talks your ears off with so many complaints of you being late.

Man, what a big mouth that teacher had. Constantly talking about things not related to the topic itself, and complaining about the littlest things.

You don’t even bother to hear the last of his comments as he leaves the room and instructs you to stay put until your time is up. You’re in here for about 1 and a half hours, which you think is completely ridiculous. At least you don’t have to spend an hour and a half listening to his rambling.

Meters away, in the soccer field, a certain figure running some laps notices room 24, lighting up at the sight of you poking at a plant. Busy in soccer practice, Park Jisung picks up his pace and catches up to Jeno, captain of the soccer team. He plans on dropping out of the team to focus on studies and leave the captain title to Jisung soon.

Jisung has a plan in the progress in his brain, planning to sneak out of practice to visit you. You’ve been dating for some time now, and to say you two get along is probably the perfect term of putting it. He’s been wanting to hang out with you for really no reason, maybe it’s because he hasn’t seen you at all this week yet.

“Captain! Psst, Captain!”

The older turns his head at the whispering of his teammate, eyeing him weirdly at how quiet he was speaking. “Why are you whispering?”

The young lad doesn’t answer, instead gesturing to room 24 with a nudge of his head. Jeno shifts his gaze to the room, sighing when he sees you watering the little plant in the room. He instantly catches onto the little favor Jisung wants to ask, jabbing his side with his elbow.

“Ow!”

“Don’t take too long, you know I can’t distract coach well.”

If only he brought Zhong Chenle to practice, the boy was very good at stalling.

Jisung thanks his captain, taking one more lap, before he (not so) sneakily jumps over the fence of the field. Room 24 is only a few meters away, thankfully, and you instantly notice Jisung running towards the window with a crouch. It isn’t so effective when he’s literally a giant.

Once he’s reached the window, he knocks promptly, and you open it for him. “What the hell, Park Jisung?! Aren’t you supposed to be at practice?”

“Shh, it’s fine, I swear.” He shushes you with a wave of his hand. Your boyfriend then attempts to climb through the window, but his legs somehow trip over the window sill and he tumbles into the room with a thud.

“Ouch…”

You simply pull him up carefully, before grabbing at the curtains and pulling them close to cover the window. “Are you crazy?! If coach notice you gone you know you’re gonna get-”

“-A week of 50 laps, yeah, yeah, I’m fully aware. Jeno’s covering for me.”

“Oh my god you are so screwed, he’s the worst at stalling! Why didn’t you ask Chenle?”

Jisung huffs out a chuckle, plopping into a chair, “You think I didn’t think of that?”

That is true, Zhong Chenle would be the first person anyone would ask to stall someone. He can change topics so naturally and distract one with so many different things. He wouldn’t tell you his secret when you asked. He’s only told Renjun, that lucky bitch.

“What are you doing here anyways?”

“Is it wrong to want to accompany you while you’re in the most boring state ever?”

You sit next to him, instantly plopping your head on his shoulder, “And if Mr. Lee comes in?”

Vibrations ring through your cheek and ear as Jisung chuckles and shakes his head, resting his head on your's as well, “He wouldn’t. He’s with the Librarian, I don’t know her name. But I know they are going out so he’d probably spend every single second he can get with her.”

Just at the thought of such a grumpy teacher being in love and not so annoying is honestly unbelievable to you, just thinking of it makes you shiver, “God, that’s so weird to hear. I can’t even imagine him smiling,”

“I know right?”

The next few moments are filled with quiet, peaceful moments. No talking, just filled with playfully kicking and poking at each other’s shoes, and fiddling with one's hands, and rest from the week’s hectic stress. You don’t remember when Jisung warmed up to you and was comfortable with such affectionate actions, but you’re glad he did. Without him, you’d have a very boring time in detention.

Speaking of, how long has he been here?

Jisung springs up at your reminder, “Oh shit! I completely forgot!”

But it’s too late, before you know it, the curtain whips open to a guilty looking Jeno and a furious coach staring at the both of you.

“50 laps for a week. Both of you.”

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daegall · 2 years

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The Feels (originally part of kiss her you fool!)

pairing: best friend! Hyuck x reader

genre: fluff, crack

warnings: mentions of anxiety?

word count: 1k words

a/n: a little thing i thought of back then when i was still writing kiss her you fool hehe now that it's hit 600 notes, thought i'd publish a bit of this, idk ufhdiu enjoy! its the first time reader feels things for hyuck (from the line 'You don’t remember when you fell, but you’re pretty sure it was when he kissed your cheeks passionately at the news of both of you being accepted to the same university.')

networks: @neoturtles @knet-bakery @kokonomi @twozeronet + @peachxyverse <33

To say Donghyuck was nervous, and desperate, was an understatement.

“Look, Hyuck, it’s fine—”

“—Not for me!” Your best friend fires quickly, sparing you a single glance, before going back to pacing around your room.

You sigh at his very agitated attitude, knowing well that he really wouldn’t listen to a word you say if it’s about the current issue. What issue? Just the waiting of the acceptance letters to the school you both want to go to. At first, it was a joke, just a funny thought of spending most of your lives together at college.

But as time went by you really felt the urge to stay together for as long as possible. You couldn’t have made it through high school so happily, and neither would Donghyuck. So, applying to the same school was a pretty big thing.

Donghyuck lets out a shaky breath, before settling himself on the edge of your bed, his leg still bouncing up and down rapidly. You chuckle lightly, and this causes him to raise his head and narrow his eyes at you, almost as if a glare. You know he wouldn’t really mean one right now.

You take off from your chair, instead sitting down next to your best friend with a bounce on your bed.

Donghyuck doesn’t spare a glance at you, he’s too busy shutting his eyes and trying to settle his nerves down. They nibble and scratch at every inch of him, swirling a sick sensation to his stomach. He reopens his eyes when you loop his arm with yours, and lean your head on his shoulder.

You don’t know how to comfort him, really. You’ve always known what to say when he’s upset, but not this time. Because this time you’re scared too. The thought of Donghyuck going somewhere else, probably hours away from you, and having his own fun time with his new friends has you a bit upset too. And not to mention if he falls in love.

Your heart drops at the thought. Why were you feeling such things?

Donghyuck snaps you from your daze by sighing, and leaning his head on top of yours. He feels a bit guilty, because he knows you have mixed feelings about the situation too. He should be comforting you too.

“‘m sorry,” He mumbles as he softly intertwines your pinkies together, a small thing you both have often done after you did it under his dining table in 7th grade when his parents asked him about his grades. His grades were shit in 7th grade.

“It’s okay.” You reply softly, leaning deeper as he intertwines all your fingers now. “I don’t want to be separated either.”

Your eyes slowly raise to brother your laptops on your study table, glaring at the email inbox that gave your best friend so much trouble. You have been waiting for the acceptance letter for about 4 days now, and quite anxiously, at that.

Slowly, you shift away from Donghyuck, untangling your hands as you stand up. “I’m gonna go get some water.” You’ve learned over time that water is the best solution to stopping your nerves, it somehow works like a charm. Donghyuck only hums with a small nod, before he flops back onto your bed with a sigh.

You can only imagine how stressed he must feel, not only does he want both of you to get accepted, it’s his dream school. He’d be heartbroken if he doesn’t get accepted.

You grab a cup from the cupboard, before taking out the pitcher of water from your fridge, and fill your cup with water. Downing the water quickly, you set it back down on the counter, sighing.

You hadn’t noticed your mother working on the counter until she also sighs, gazing at you sympathetically, “How’s he doing?”

You shake your head with a shrug, “Nervous, he has been for the past 2 hours.”

Shutting her laptop, your mother reaches to her side, taking her wallet, “How about you take him to the ice cream parlor down the street? I’m sure he—”

“Y/N! Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!”

Instantly, you whip around at Donghyuck’s beaming voice, “Wha—”

You are cut off by his blissful laughs and jumping around the kitchen, his hands taking your wrists to jump up and down with him. You don’t know why he’s happy, but you sure have an idea. A smile instantly grows on you lips, and you start to laugh along with Donghyuck.

He plants on both his feet, though still shaking and radiating with happiness, and starts dancing around. Donghyuck takes your hand in his and twirls you around, all while cheering and laughing.

“Did you do it?”

“We did it! Both of us!”

Excitement and bliss fills you at the news, and you start to cheer and dance ten times more enthusiastically around the kitchen as well.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe it! We both did it! We can stay together!”

Before you can respond, Donghyuck reaches forward to clasp his hands on the sides of your neck, his thumbs running along the back of your ears affectionately, before he lunges forward to place 2 wet, and very loud kisses on each of your cheeks, puckering dramatically. He then pulls you into his arms, wrapping you around his embrace, swaying side to side.

“This is amazing! Oh!” He pulls away from the warm hug, smiling brightly down at you, “I have to tell my family! I’ll be right back with them, okay?”

Donghyuck snatches his car keys he usually leaves in the fruit basket, before skipping out the kitchen with a wink and finger guns at you. A swirling feeling of warmth fills you, tingling at your fingers, before it rushes through you like blood.

“Get ready for the biggest celebration of your life!” He announces, and the door is closed behind him.

You stand there, in the middle of your kitchen, a stupidly large grin curling your lips up, and your eyes also crinkling so greatly, it's the happiest sensation you’ve ever felt. Your heart beats in your ears, quickly, and full of love. A tingling feeling is left in your chest as you recall the feeling of Donghyuck’s lips pressed to your cheeks.

Lee Donghyuck might just be the death of you.

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daegall · 2 years

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[14:25]

pairing: na jaemin x reader

genre: fluff, crack, slight fake dating! AU

warnings: swearing, a fight :0

word count: 540 words

a/n: i actually wanted to write this for jeno but then j a e m i n

he fits perfectly. change my mind.

networks/taglist: @neoturtles @knet-bakery @kokonomi @twozeronet +@peachxyverse <;33

“Na Jaemin you are so stupid.”

The said boy pouts at the disappointment and seriousness laced in your voice, “It was your idea!”

That was true, it was your idea to ask him to be your fake boyfriend for just a day, after all. Your ex insisted, begged, and eventually forced you into meeting up with him along with the ‘boyfriend’ you claimed to have to prove that you really moved on from him.

You did move on, for you had broken up around a year ago, but just 2 months ago he wanted to get back together. There’s no way you’re going back to a guy who neglected you and constantly looked down at you. So instead, you asked the most boyfriend-like friend you knew.

You would’ve gone to Jeno, but you know he would’ve rejected the act instantly and warned you of how bad the idea was. Maybe you should’ve listened to what he always said, if you did you wouldn’t be here, in your room, treating Jaemin's bruises and small cuts.

The second your ex started spewing trash talk about you to get Jaemin away, he punched him hard, and surprisingly put up a good fight. He was constantly pushed to the ground and hit, but would eventually kick your ex away and start punching him harder. It was a cycle, really.

Of course, you weren’t like those girls in movies who just stood by and yelled ‘stop!’ constantly, instead you fight along with Jaemin. Didn’t go so well because Jaemin would constantly cover and shield you. Oh how you wished you were strong enough to push him away and beat the shit out of your ex.

“How was I supposed to know you were gonna punch him?!”

“I couldn’t just stand there when he started shit talking you!”

Jaemin hisses as you press an ice pack harshly on his cheek, his frown curling up to a small, amused smile at how grumpy you looked. Who knew you were so caring for him?

You take out a bottle of ointment and a pack of cotton pads, reaching out to carefully take Jaemin’s hands in yours. They’re scattered with cuts and bruises, purple painting each knuckle. You sigh at the sight, feeling guilt wash over you. "Thank you, by the way. And I'm sorry I dragged you into this."

Jaemin notices this small change in moods, he knows by the furrow of your brows creasing more in a sad, disappointed way instead of the furious twitch in them, and by how you nip at your lip almost nervously as you carefully wipe at each cut with the cotton.

“So you’re single?”

The sudden question breaks you from your running thoughts of concern, confusion written all over your mind, and apparently, face, as Jaemin smirks down at you.

“What?”

“How ‘bout we head over to the diner Renjun works at down the street and pester him?”

Your mood picks up instantly at his statement, for you loved to pick at Renjun and tease him of the tiniest things. Bashfully, you look down at his hands and wrap the first band aid over the knuckle of his pinkie finger, a smile growing at your lips when he interlocks it with yours. “That sounds like the perfect first date to me.”dae

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