#renjun suggestive

[flashbangstars]

Domestically, Painfully, Loving.

Pairing: Renjun x Female Reader wc: 2.5k+

Summary: You and Renjun have been roommates for the past two years and apparently the roommate dynamic you thought you had was not very roommate-y

Genre: suggestive, fluff, he and MC are painfully domestic.

Warnings: suggestive at the end/mentions of sex (like I literally just say sex a lot)

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It was for sure one of those mornings. You didn’t wake up to any of your alarms, your windows were drawn, and your bed was too warm to get out of. The thought of skipping the 9 am you had was now in bright bold letters in the forefront of your brain and honestly seemed like the move. 

Then all of a sudden I hear this grating voice…. Just kidding it’s just Renjun. You hear him shuffling around in the hallways outside dangerously close to your door. You both had sworn to not lock your doors if it was a regular night because He had claimed it was a safety hazard. 

You heard the door knob jingle, and then devastatingly open to Him in all his glory. He was fully dressed minus shoes and had the annoyed look he usually carries when you piss him off. 

“It is almost 8:00 and if you don’t get up you’re going to miss your class,” He said sternly as he invited himself into your room and went to your closet

“I think I might just take the L on this one and miss it” you yawned and rolled over turning your back to him.

“No, and please don’t ever say “take the L” in front of me ever again,” Renjun said as he dug through your closet.

“Sorry, Your Highness” your voice strained as you slumped over in bed attempting to get up. 

“I put clothes on your chair, I’m giving you 20 minutes and then we are leaving,” He said as he grabbed your wrists pulling you the rest of the way out of bed. Leaving you to your own devices after. 

Renjun and you had lived together for 2 years now and this was the dynamic. Renjun helped you keep your shit together, and simultaneously you helped him not lose his. A perfect balance. 

On your desk chair was a white sweatshirt and matching white sweatpants. One of the sets you had invested in after Renjun had introduced you to the world of “nice sweats” and on top of the sweat suit was a black sports bra from your dresser. There weren’t a lot of boundaries between you at this point, to be honest.

After changing you trudged into the bathroom where he was standing finishing his hair. Nudging him with your hip to move you slid in closer to the outlet of your hair. Renjun grabbed your hair into a ponytail and pulled it off your neck. 

“I think you should wear your hair in a claw clip, it shows off your neck” You blinked at both of your reflections in the mirror with zero energy to fight him, nodding in agreement. Renjun then grabs the brush from the side brushing your hair out, and then twisting it into the claw clip. 

“Alright there you go,” Renjun said patting your hip, moving you out of his way to finish his hair.

“I already ordered coffee so we gotta go soon, go put your shoes on, and do the Jordan's not the Converse,” Renjun ordered you around as he blow-dried his hair. 

Finishing the multiple tasks he gave you, you were now standing at the door waiting for him to come escort you to the kitchen like a goddamn kindergartener to school. Now joining you in the entryway putting his shoes on. He was wearing a pair of loose-fit jeans and a white button-up on top of a T-shirt. 

This contrast between you two is crazy.

You two both lived a very domestic life. When you had moved in together you strikingly got along really well. Renjun had slowly but surely worked himself to be at the forefront of important people in your life. He was just a very considerate person in his way and it showed with those he cared about….which you just happened to be!

Does he dress you up like a little doll sometimes.. yes! And like who doesn’t like that shit, domesticity in a household is like crack to weak-minded, and hey bitch.. I am the weak-minded.

Getting to campus you departed from Renjun and walked towards the lecture. Finding your spot in the auditorium and going to your friends who have saved it for you. 

“Good morning darling, look who showed up today” Giselle nudged your shoulder laughing,

“And look! Her boyfriend got her coffee, god bless the lovely couple”  Karina traced her finger along the big RENJUN written on the side of your coffee cup. 

“Oh shut up, he’s not my boyfriend. He just buys the coffee in the morning” You shrugged taking a sip. Putting your coffee down meeting eyes with your two best friends silently staring at you with their eyebrows knit.

“What do you mean he isn’t your boyfriend” Giselle asked voice flat

“Renjun is not my boyfriend… we just live together,” You said again confused as to why you were being questioned. 

“Y/n are you kidding….?” Karina spoke up over Giselle’s shoulder sharing the same confused look “I watched you two hold hands the other day while walking home, like clasp your fucking fingers and hold hands” Gisele gripped Karina’s hand to demonstrate.

“Yeah because I was tired and need to keep up with him while we were walking he’s fast for a little guy” you explain trying to mediate whatever the fuck was now happening 

“Oh, you poor poor girl” Karina now pushing herself fully into the conversation “y/n people do not act like that with people who they aren’t dating plus you two live together… you do know that everyone thinks you two are dating right?”

You felt your hole clench at that statement. Hole clench, toe curl, and heart drop. “What do you mean people think we are dating..?” Your voice sounded more pathetic than you wanted it to be.

“Y/n you two are probably two of the most domestic people I know, I watched you and Renjun hug for a solid two minutes yesterday and then he fixed your hair after. Who the fuck does that. Other than two people who are having painfully loving sex?” She asked. 

You two weren’t having painfully loving sex! Neither of you were having sex! You would know, the walls are thin. 

“But we aren’t having painfully loving sex” you pouted still confused

“And that’s fucked up for you, and your vagina!” Karina rubbed your shoulder.

“Be honest with yourself Y/n would you have painfully loving sex with Renjun if you had the chance?” Giselle asked 

And just like that, your world fucking crashed in. Because you WOULD! You would have painfully loving earth-shattering war of worlds universe colliding sex with Renjun! Your body was in a sense of shock and you felt your eyes stuck open wide at the sudden realization you would bone your roommate and would maybe like to be in a grossly domestic relationship with him. 

“I think we broke her” Karina waved her hand in front of your face and snapped. 

“I think I have a crush on Renjun” you whispered in disbelief. 

“Substantial realizations here before 9 am ladies and gentlemen” Giselle clapped as if your now mental breakdown was an achievement.

“I think I need to go home right now and I think I need to go rethink everything that has happened to me for the past two years,” You said in a frantic whisper as you packed the rest of your things and left the lecture hall 5 minutes before class was supposed to start. Ignoring what Karina and Giselle were saying trying to get you to pause your mental breakdown and sit back down for geology 

Fuck geology I'm having a crisis!

Speed walking out of the lecture hall it still felt like you had a cold bucket of water dumped on you, and then someone pushed you down a flight of stairs too. How had you not realized you had a crush on him? You two did almost everything together, you did almost everything together!!!! 

Turning the corner and stopping dead in your tracks making eye contact with the devil himself, renjun. His eyes widened at first meeting yours, and then brows furrowed in confusion. You had two choices right now; run away OR admit defeat and face him. Running away seemed like the best option but you would have to face him later that night at the apartment and currently with the realization you were going through, you didn’t want to have to face him to explain why you ran away. 

The familiar pair of brows excused himself from his friends and walked up to you with a look of concern painting his features. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be in science right now? Where are you going” he asked, the worry evident in his voice. Making your stomach twist into knots. 

“I uh.. don’t feel great so I think I’m just going to raincheck on classes today” you spoke not making eye contact with him once. Your eyes thought immediately shooting to meet his as he rested his hand on your forehead, and then slowly moved it to cup your cheek. 

“You do feel a bit warm” his voice was still laced with concern. Your face was warm, but that was due to the fact you were screaming on the inside from your roommate caressing your face to see if you were sick. “I don’t have a lecture for another 30 minutes but I can miss it I’ll take you home!” Renjun said and reached to grab your wrist to drag you towards his car. 

your wrist was tingling from the contact, and the thought of mind-blowing sex was now on the forefront of your conscious “NO *cough* no! I am fine, I’m going to take the bus and probably stop for some…tea! On the way home”

You don’t drink tea. 

His hand released your wrist and he scanned your face skeptically. “You don’t drink tea though” 

fUCK!

“Well, I just figured a good time to start! Being sick and all! *cough cough* wow! Okay well, I’m gonna go I will see you later!” Your sentence slowly lost control towards the end, you turned around and booked it to the bus stop, not even turning to see if he said bye or was still looking. 

It had been 2 years of you two living together, how did you just realize now? And people already thought you two were dating? Does everyone think we fucked?

Does he think we are dating??

Does Renjun think we are dating?

You two do regular roommate stuff, He literally dressed you this morning and did your hair… HE DRESSED YOU AND DID YOUR HAIR. Oh holy fuck oh god oh what the fuck

Were you two dating? We we dating???

As soon as you got home from the bus you paced the living room for a good 45 minutes trying to rethink the last two years and what may have been perceived as you two dating, and so far there was a lot. 

Renjun and you frequently hold hands, you both purposely created school schedules that ended and started around the same time each other, and you have both met each other’s families. The list fucking continues.

To be quite honest you weren’t sure what the reality was at all now. Renjun’s class ended at 12 and it was 12:15 so he would be home any minute. 

The lock clicked and you watched as the door opened to Renjun, Walking in and smiling at you.

“How are you feeling? You ran away before I asked you anything else” He asked as he took his shoes off, but continued to hold eye contact, returning to that same look he had earlier when you had sold the idea of you being sick.

Ripping the bandaid off you said it

“Are we dating?” The question sounded like a scream in the quiet apartment. 

Renjun paused and stood back up

“If that is what you wanna call it..?” He said shrugging

What do you mean ‘if that is what you wanna call it’

“Wait.. so you thought we were dating?” Your body began to tense at the prospect of you not being aware of your relationship status for the past two years 

Renjun looked away like he was thinking and tilted his head “Well no… But I don’t act the way I act with you with anyone else, I just figured we weren’t putting a label on anything” He said walking closer to you and sitting on the couch in front of you “You haven’t seen anyone, and haven’t expressed that interest in doing so and neither have I and to be very fair quite literally everyone thinks we are dating” he laughed at his last part of his sentence as you were melting into a small puddle in the middle of your living room. 

“Oh” was the only word able to make it out of your mouth as your state of shock had taken over your entire body. 

“I mean we already live together, it would honestly be quite convenient for us to be dating” Renjun added seemingly unaware of the turmoil you were still in. 

“But Karina said that we look like a couple who has painfully loving sex, and we aren’t having painfully loving sex though! We haven’t even kissed!” Did you whine at your roommate-boyfriends? Non-chalantness about the topic. 

“Well, we can. It doesn’t define a relationship, but if painfully loving sex is what you want then we can make it happen” His voice garnered a new lilt to it as soon as the prospect of coochie became a distant goal

‘Hold on PLEASE I’m so lost” You threw your arms up in surrender now confused as to what you had gotten yourself into.  “So you are actually into me?” You questioned 

“Yes, very” well damn.

“Oh okay, well yeah me too” you responded 

“Sick,” He said as he began to take his shirt off. 

“WOAH” the screech leaving your mouth before you could catch it 

“Painfully loving sex remember?” He said as he moved across the living room to grab you by the waist. “Would you be interested in some painfully loving sex, and for me to be your boyfriend officially?” His thumbs rubbed circles into your hips as he asked. 

Now your coochie was for sure in the mix, as much as you wanted to scream and claw at him like a feral animal, you kept it in. 

“That would be very nice yes! And yes I would love that” you decided to say instead.

His hands traveled from where they sat on your hips and landed under your thighs, picking you up and your legs clasping around his waist. And your hands made it to both sides of his his face bringing his lips to yours. 

It felt like two years of sharing beds and dangerously domestic actions all culminating in this sloppy kiss. His teeth teased your bottom lip and took it with him gently when he pulled away and then released. Your chest heaving from the lack of air, and your face red from the situation you were in 

“My room or yours.”

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[moonlezn]

The Story Of Us III

— Um amor real, Renjun Huang. Primeiro Ato: You Are in Love.

notas: caras, o tempo tá passando muito rápido. já é o terceiro cap de the story of us! esse romance vai dar o q falar. espero q gostem! <3

SUGESTIVO

No último período da faculdade, o peso de mais uma mudança enorme caiu sobre seus ombros. Desfazer-se das memórias que recolheu no dormitório, mergulhar de cabeça no oceano das possibilidades infinitas do universo adulto. Precisa de um trabalho, mas a área que quer é tão complicada. Precisa construir a própria vida, mas dar o primeiro passo é impossível quando não se sabe aonde vai.

Conseguiu uma entrevista completamente inesperada para uma vaga na equipe de edição na editora Scarlet, a maior do país, que abriria uma nova filial no Centro da cidade em alguns meses. Obra da senhora Hayden, sua mentora.

— Você já se decidiu, senhorita? — Ela pergunta ao final da aula, te segurando por uns minutos com ela.

— Ainda não… — O suspiro que deixa sua boca é de pura tensão. — Até quando preciso dar uma resposta?

— Bem, o mais rápido possível. — Ela tem um olhar severo. — Só existe uma resposta certa, você sabe.

Claro que sabe o que está na mesa: o mínimo de certeza sobre um futuro, um começo estável. Além, é óbvio, de não desapontar a professora experiente e respeitada no ramo literário, que te indicou para esse processo.

— Sim, sim… é verdade.

— Filha… eu sei que é difícil tomar uma decisão. Mas é necessário arriscar, sim? — Ela deposita uma das mãos no seu ombro, e você enxerga além do lado profissional agora. — Talvez você se encontre na edição, ou não. Porém, é o que você tem de concreto agora. É tudo que você precisa.

Concreto. A palavra bate bem na sua mente e ecoa. A mulher percebe uma chave virar através dos seus olhos distantes e aproveita para revelar o tanto que os entrevistadores gostaram de você, além de mencionar o seu talento para a escrita. É bem verdade que você quase não escuta, mas dentro de si, a decisão está tomada. É prudente que faça o necessário e derrube o castelo de cartas no seu interior.

— Eu vou! — Você declara, sorrindo nervosa, mas ao mesmo tempo animada pela felicidade que nasce no rosto maternal da professora.

Os meses seguintes foram preenchidos pelas despedidas e promessas de amizade para sempre, pelo fim de um mundo e pelo início de outro, o mundo real. Mudou-se para perto do trabalho, bem no coração da cidade que se tornou seu lar. O ponto de vista outrora com vestígios de conto de fadas é iluminado pela luz ofuscante da vida extraordinariamente comum.

Escarlate

Dizer que você mudou muito seria te subestimar. No entanto, primeiros dias ainda te deixam agoniada. Chegando no prédio alto e moderno, você já era aguardada por um estagiário que te ajudou no cadastro obrigatório e também te entregou o crachá individual para liberar a entrada cotidiana.

A editora se instalou em três dos andares do edifício comercial, mas você só ganharia um tour pelas áreas depois de conhecer o editor chefe do gênero literário, o foco da nova filial. Seus olhos percorrem todo canto que conseguem, a curiosidade e o senso de observação conduzem todos os seus movimentos. Chegando no escritório, dá de cara com um homem jovem, bonito, com os fios propositalmente desgrenhados moldando o rosto amigável e sorridente.

— Bem-vinda ao time, é um prazer te receber. Eu sou o Kun. — Estende a mão para te cumprimentar num aperto firme. Ele não é nada do que esperava de um chefe, o que é positivo. O olhar terno e descontraído desfaz um pouco do seu nervosismo.

— Obrigada pela paciência, Kun. — Pensou até em chamá-lo de senhor, porém, achou que não seria natural. Ele não protestou, tudo certo.

O líder então libera o garoto mais jovem para voltar ao trabalho e esfrega as mãos com animação.

— Pronta pra conhecer tudo por aqui? — Ele oferece mais um sorriso na sua direção, provavelmente percebendo que está um pouco desorientada. Você assente, tentando corresponder a mesma energia. — A gente gostou muito de você, a professora Hayden falou tanto do seu talento. — Ele abre a porta de vidro, movimentando a cabeça para que entrasse. — A sua função vai ser ler muito, é claro, mas também… — Ele interrompe o caminhar e se volta para você. — ser o meu braço direito.

A expressão na face dele é engraçada, te faz soltar ar pelo nariz numa risada contida. Kun te acompanha, aliviado por ver uma expressão que não a de susto nos seus traços.

— Tudo bem, vou dar o meu melhor. — Você garante, sem mentir. Daria mesmo. Apesar de ser naturalmente desconfiada, algo em Kun te faz acreditar que ele é uma pessoa pura, boa, transparente.

Passeiam pelos dois andares rapidamente, ele explica qual departamento faz o que e te apresenta para alguns colegas de trabalho. No terceiro e último, ele te orienta sobre a dinâmica da divisão da área. O andar era compartilhado com edição e marketing, o que não é comum, mas devido ao ambiente espaçoso, não causaria problemas.

— É basicamente isso. Logo vai ter a festa de…

— CHEFE! — Uma outra voz masculina é ouvida de longe. Girando o corpo à procura do som, veem o garoto correndo de encontro ao par.

Ele chega um pouco ofegante e com as bochechas quentes, quase de cor escarlate. O cabelo curtinho deixa o rosto harmonioso em evidência, e o estilo impecável forma o combo perfeito. Adorável, você repara. Ele mostra um painel para Kun, que sorri em aprovação. Era o que o outro procurava e precisava.

— Ficou ótimo, pode enviar. — Kun bate no ombro do menor e olha para você. — Esse é o Renjun, coordenador de marketing. Meio maluco, mas gente boa. — Eles riem, mas Renjun abaixa a cabeça, tímido.

— Liga pro que ele diz não, só quando for ordem de chefe. — Ele finalmente te fita, disfarçando a piada do outro. — Bem-vinda, viu? Precisar de ajuda, só chamar.

Você murmura um pode deixar bem baixo, ainda meio confusa com a dinâmica dos dois, e também intimidada pela beleza de Renjun. Ele definitivamente notou algo diferente, o sorriso pretensioso denuncia. Quem interrompe a troca de olhares é Kun, dizendo que precisam seguir com a programação do dia.

Não foi muito difícil. Começou a corrigir uma trilogia de fantasia bem gostosinha de ler, então o tempo passou bem rápido. No horário do almoço bateu perna pelas lojas próximas que já conhecia e não foi tão perrengue para ir embora, a maior vantagem de morar perto. A jornada à frente parece mais excitante do que ontem.

Vinho

A festa de inauguração da nova filial é muito maior do que você pensava, mas pelo menos a roupa que escolheu é adequada ainda. Enquanto entra no saguão lotado, repara nas luzes que pareciam gotas de chuva saindo do teto, e é claro que há dúzias e dúzias de propagandas da editora e seus parceiros por todo lugar. Ouve uns amigos conversando ao aproximar-se do bar, eles dizem que todas as equipes de todas as filiais foram convidadas, por isso a quantidade de gente.

Pede um drink leve só para começar a noite, passando os olhos pelo lugar novamente, à procura de um canto menos caótico para aproveitar a festa por uns momentos e ir embora logo — planeja só marcar presença.

Vê Kun apoiado no balcão, seus olhares se cruzam e ele te cumprimenta com um sorriso. Senta-se no banco vazio ao seu lado depois de encurtar a distância entre os dois.

— Em minha defesa eu não sabia que seria enorme assim. — Ele diz, pensando o mesmo que você. Sua cara te denunciou?

— É uma senhora duma festa. Pelo menos tá regada, né? — Encosta seu drink no dele, pegando-o de surpresa com o brinde. — A gente tem que fazer a linha profissional ou…?

— Você pode se divertir já. — O rapaz toma um gole controlado do drink mais fraquinho do menu. — Eu tenho que esperar até a apresentação dos líderes.

Você ri ao vê-lo revirar os olhos, claramente odiando a ideia de estar em evidência esta noite.

— Bom, então eu vou começar por você. — Levanta do banco porque encontrou o lugar perfeito. — Te vejo depois?

Ele assente e também segue outro rumo. Precisa fazer sala para os outros chefes até que a tal apresentação aconteça.

Caminha concentrada em direção ao oásis que te espera, mas então sente algo empurrar seu braço e seu cardigan branco molhar. Mal teve tempo de processar, só viu a mancha vinho na peça.

— Desculpadesculpadesculpa. Mil perdões. — O desconhecido que é, na verdade, Renjun, pede em arrependimento.

— Tá tudo bem, sério. — Já está com calor mesmo, portanto tira o casaco fino enquanto equilibra o copo numa das mãos. Ele parece reconhecê-la, por fim.

— Ah, a gente se conheceu outro dia, né? — Você balança a cabeça positivamente, apoiando o pano no antebraço e voltando a aproveitar a bebida. A mesa do garoto é a vista da sua, desse modo, o vê todos os dias. Ele, porém, está de costas e sempre precisa correr de um lado para o outro. Compreende que você seja só uma memória distante. — Finalmente um rosto conhecido, só tem gente de outro lugar aqui.

— É verdade! — Exclama após constatar que só consegue ver estranhos em volta de vocês.

— Como reparação pela besteira que eu fiz… — Ele entrelaça seus braços e retoma o caminho que você antes fazia. — Vou te dar o presente da minha companhia. — A verdade é que ele procurava alguém para tirá-lo do tédio.

O banco chique de madeira é muito mais confortável do que a meiuca que somente observam agora. Ele é tão bonito que você mal sabe o que fazer, mas tenta puxar algum assunto.

— Você não é daqui, é? — Você indaga, finalizando a bebida e deixando o copo sobre a mesinha. Ele nega com um hm hm.

— Sou do interior, eu acabei de me mudar. — Ele assiste sua reação surpresa. — Meu processo foi todo online. Eu queria outra cidade, mas vim parar aqui. — Ele bebe mais um pouco do vinho que o garçom o ofereceu há pouco. — E sendo sincero nunca fiz nada de muito interessante.

O jeito que ele confessa isso soa engraçado aos seus ouvidos, então você ri. O olhar dele é um pouco confuso, ainda assim se permite contagiar pelo som. Sem querer repousa a mão no joelho do garoto por um instante, o que só contribui para que fiquem mais leves.

— Mas e você, hein? — Se ele sorrir assim sempre, vai ser difícil focar na conversa.

— Eu já morava por aqui, mas tava na faculdade. — Cruza as pernas e ajeita o cabelo discretamente. Por Deus, é só a segunda vez que se falam. Por que está gostando tanto da atenção dele? — Comecei o processo e vim parar aqui. — Copia a fala anterior de Renjun, que acha graça.

Conversam sobre mais coisas aleatórias, engatando um tópico no outro. O espaço entre os dois já é praticamente inexistente, foram se aproximando quase naturalmente.

São interrompidos pela voz alta no microfone, chamando os líderes para o palco. Renjun e você não movem um dedo, apenas assistem as outras pessoas se amontoando perto dos holofotes.

Então, Kun sobe cambaleante e anda até a posição que lhe era marcada. Ele está alegrinho, se divertiu demais, ao que parece. Os olhos do chefe estão brilhando um pouco mais sob a luz forte, e vocês não seguram a risada chocada.

Quem ri por último, ri melhor. Depois que finalmente foram apresentados, Kun perdeu a linha de vez. Ao passo que o saguão esvazia, vocês dois precisam convencê-lo de que já é hora de ir para casa. No táxi, ele não para de rir. Não consegue nem explicar do que está rindo.

A sorte é que Renjun sabe o endereço dele. O caminho é familiar, e você começa a suspeitar, após uma curva específica, de que sejam vizinhos. Assim que entram na sua rua, checa o GPS no celular do motorista. São mesmo.

Nada é tão ruim que não possa piorar, disse Edward Murphy.

Não são apenas vizinhos de prédio, o apartamento dele é colado no seu. Amaldiçoou-se por não conhecer nenhum dos moradores, foi pega desprevenida.

Kun não parava quieto dentro do elevador, até que ficou zonzo por causa do movimento para cima. Tirou as chaves do bolso com muito custo e te entregou para que abrisse a porta, o outro o ajuda a se equilibrar.

Você espera na sala enquanto eles vão para o quarto. Rapidamente Renjun volta, rindo por causa da situação constrangedora. Não é todo dia que você precisa levar seu chefe alterado para casa. Kun é maravilhoso e tudo, mas ainda é um superior.

Ao chegarem na sua porta, a nuvem embaraçosa ainda persegue o desenrolar da noite.

— Você… — Você começa, sem jeito. Será que ele entenderia errado o convite? — Você quer entrar?

Ele te encara, abre a boca algumas vezes, sem saber o que responder. Ele quer, é claro, mas…

— O cara tá me esperando lá embaixo… — Ele coça a testa, desapontado consigo mesmo, e também meio desconcertado. — E tá meio tarde… — Não queria que você achasse que ele tinha interpretado outra coisa.

— Não, claro. Eu entendo. — Você sorri, abrindo a própria fechadura.

— Mas outro dia? — Ele pergunta antes que você entre, esperançoso.

— Isso… outro dia. Boa noite, Renjun. — Só dá tempo de vê-lo acenar.

Você vai direto para o sofá, soltando o ar que prendeu sem perceber. Algo nele tinha mexido contigo, não consegue parar de repassar as piadinhas e de pensar no sorriso solto do menino. Não queria confundir as coisas, mas garotos engraçados te desmontam fácil.

Ele, por sua vez, mal podia acreditar que realmente tinha recusado a oportunidade de passar mais um tempo na sua companhia. Tudo bem. O que tiver de ser, será.

Depois desse dia, Renjun nunca mais te deixou. Os meses se apressaram enquanto ele vagarosamente se tornou essencial. Fez questão de ser o seu confidente no trabalho, quando o calo aperta é para você que ele corre e vice versa. Ele começou a passar um pouco mais de tempo com a cadeira virada para sua mesa, só para te olhar. Por vezes, tomava o celular para enviar uma mensagem boba e te ver segurar uma risada alta. Ficava ainda mais orgulhoso quando você encontrava os olhos dele e sussurrava “você é um idiota, Renjun Huang”. Seria idiota por um longo tempo se fosse para ter sua atenção.

Borgonha

Renjun ficou preso num projeto e perdeu a noção do tempo, leva um susto ao notar que o computador indica 23:45. Não, não, não. Não mesmo. Logo trata de se espreguiçar, aproveitando para alongar as costas. Inevitavelmente espia sua mesa, interrompendo os movimentos ao ver que você ainda está ali também. Parece tão compenetrada, mas não deixaria que você passasse mais um segundo sequer trabalhando.

— Tá doida, mocinha? Pode desligando isso. — Ele ralha, se apoiando no vidro que rodeia sua mesa.

A voz te alarma, porém você relaxa e sorri preguiçosa ao ver Renjun. A verdade é que o livro que está editando é simplesmente a melhor fantasia que já havia lido, te prendeu tanto que nem viu a hora passar.

— Fiquei imersa na estória… Meu Deus, quase meia-noite! — Você boceja, notando que o menino está com dificuldade para abotoar os botões do próprio casaco.

— Ah, para. Todo mundo sabe que você tá querendo se mostrar pro chefinho. — Ele ironiza, rindo provocante, ainda tentando resolver o problema.

— Melhor querer impressionar chefe do que não saber abotoar a própria roupa. — Você se levanta para ajudá-lo. Resolvido em segundos.

— Touché. — Ele passa a mão pela sua e a segura. — Escuta… bora comer? Não queria ir sozinho.

— Hmmm não. — Fala séria, e Renjun revira os olhos. Murmura um pelo amor de Deus em reprovação. — Mentira, bora sim.

É um hobby muito divertido pilhar o garoto porque ele tem pavio curto, apesar de nunca admitir. Ele tagarela durante o caminho curto até o restaurante 24 horas que disse que era ótimo, o que você duvidou de propósito somente para vê-lo retrucar com as opiniões fortes dele sobre o lugar. Para pior a situação, está vazio. Óbvio que é pelo horário, mas sussurra um “xiiiii” que arranca um grunhido indignado de Renjun. Como é bom vê-lo assim, enfezadinho por nada.

— O que você recomenda que eu coma aqui? — Faz uma expressão duvidosa, contudo Renjun ignora porque fica animado com a ideia de te fazer pagar com a língua.

— O quiche de queijo daqui é bom pra cara… Desculpa. — Ele diz, e você o questiona com uma sobrancelha arqueada. — Ah, foda-se. É tu, né. É bom pra caralho o quiche.

— Hmmm, tá. — Usa um tom desconfiado, recebendo um aperto leve na sua cintura. Infelizmente sorri, o que dá confiança para ele. — Vou querer o quiche, então.

Ele pede o quiche do maior tamanho para a atendente, que bate o pedido no computador. Algo mais?

— Cê gosta de chocolate, né? — Ele pergunta quase brigando, você balança a cabeça. — Me vê um brownie com calda quente também. Vai beber alguma coisa?

— Vou querer um tranquilidade de pêssego, por favor. — Você responde direto para a moça paciente.

— Um americano gelado pra mim. — Renjun finge não ver seu olhar de julgamento. Sem nem pensar ele paga o pedido e te leva pela mão para a mesa mais próxima. — “Trinquilidide di pissigo pir fivir” treco ruim. — A sua cara é de puro assombro, a imitação terrível quase te ofende.

— Tá falando isso só porque sabe que eu ia reclamar de você tomando café essa hora. — Desafia o garoto, colocando as duas mãos sobre a mesa. Ele se rende, fingindo estar intimidado.

— Já falei que isso não funciona pra mim, eu durmo que nem anjo.

O pedido chega logo e vocês dividem o garfo para amassar o quiche. Pela fome, terminam mais rápido do que o normal. Teve de dar o braço a torcer, é realmente delicioso. O brownie não fica atrás, a calda quente é a coisa mais maravilhosa que já experimentou. Renjun não joga na sua cara, todavia. Fica bobo te vendo fazer uma dancinha feliz ao comer.

Apesar de cansado, insistiu em te levar em casa e fazer o trajeto a pé. É menos de vinte minutos, além de que nada paga saber que você chegou bem.

O vento é gostoso, revigorante. Espalha seus cabelos para trás, permitindo que Renjun sentisse o cheiro do seu shampoo tão familiar a essa altura.

Há algo que deixa Renjun mais bonito esta noite. Talvez o rosto tocado pela luz do luar, ou só o sentimento crescendo no seu coração. É tão estranho que até evita olhar para o garoto no trajeto, e é claro que ele repara, não é nenhum bobo. Sabe o que vem acontecendo, também sente a mesma coisa. O problema é que ele ainda está inseguro, não sabe se tomar uma atitude agora seria invadir sua privacidade.

Diminuem os passos em frente ao edifício, ele acena para o porteiro que já o conhece. O silêncio que paira não é ruim, mas o garoto o abomina. Esquenta as mãos no bolso do moletom, te encarando na esperança de que o olhe logo. Não o faz. Ele segura um riso, olhando para o céu.

Faz tempo que não vê as estrelas assim, parecem perto demais para ser verdade. Ele admira, boquiaberto. Você ainda olha para todo canto, menos para quem está na sua frente. Morde o interior das bochechas, como sempre faz.

— Olha pra cima. — Ele segreda, cortando seus pensamentos. Hm? Renjun se aproxima, apoiando seu queixo com os dedos e levanta seu rosto delicadamente.

— Nossa, o céu tá perfeito! — Você deixa escapar através do sorriso encantado. Ele não fita mais as estrelas porque quer capturar cada expressão sua.

— Eu ia fazer uma piadinha agora…

Abaixando o olhar, nota a proximidade maior. As íris do garoto te prendem, e o seu peito fica pequeno demais para o ritmo das batidas do seu coração.

— Injun… — Sai mais como um pedido do que como um de seus típicos protestos contra o engraçadinho.

— Esse céu só não tá mais bonito do que você. — Não é uma piada. Era para ser, mas foi tão honesto que não teve nem coragem de trazer o sorriso arteiro aos lábios.

Você costuma ter uma resposta na ponta da língua, então por que está calada agora? Apenas o mira, os olhinhos brilhantes passeando pelos traços de Renjun. Prende a respiração quando ele se aproxima do seu ouvido. É verdade, ele sopra.

Ele quer tanto te beijar, mas se limita a te dar um beijinho demorado na bochecha. Primeiro porque ele adora provocar, segundo porque só te beijaria quando tivesse certeza do seu querer também. Um arrepio percorre seus braços escondidos pela jaqueta, e é quando você percebe que é real: está apaixonada.

— Amanhã a gente se vê. — Despede-se quase encostando as pontas dos narizes, torturando a si próprio. E então ele vai embora, te deixando confusa e pensativa.

Dormir não é fácil quando tudo que se faz é pensar em Renjun Huang.

Tantas coisas aconteceram ou deixaram de acontecer por causa de insegurança sua, não ouviria o próprio instinto desta vez. Faria diferente com ele porque ele é diferente.

Vermelho

No dia seguinte você aparece no escritório absolutamente decidida a confessar seus sentimentos. O frio que sente na barriga aumenta à medida que os andares passam, entrar pela porta de vidro nunca foi tão complicado. Enrola antes de abrir, anda de um lado para o outro, calcula as palavras, ajeita os cabelos. Respira fundo e entra de uma vez.

O quê?

A mesa de Renjun está vazia, nada fora do lugar também. Tudo exatamente como deixou ontem. Isso é extremamente esquisito, ele nunca se atrasa. Não tem outra alternativa a não ser esperar.

Uma hora depois, ainda nada. Será que tinha acontecido alguma coisa? E se ele estivesse precisando de ajuda? Ele chegou bem em casa ontem? Meu Deus.

Sua mente começa a girar com as possibilidades negativas. Pensa em perguntar a Kun se ele sabe de alguma coisa, porém o vê atolado de papéis enquanto fala ao telefone. Você encara as janelas do prédio da frente sem ser capaz de se concentrar na edição do livro que te espera. Talvez você só esteja pensando demais, com certeza ele está bem.

Começa a corrigir os erros automaticamente, a estória não te interessa mais. Escreve sugestões como observações, mas seu olhar está focado na porta, esperando que ele entrasse.

Três horas depois, não consegue mais se conter. A preocupação te faz tremer de nervoso. Pega o celular escondido e manda algumas mensagens para Renjun, notando que não estão sendo entregues. Ligaria para ele agora mesmo, mas não tem como fugir da mesa agora.

Não pode perdê-lo, não estando tão perto. Não gostando tanto dele. Sussurra para si mesma palavras positivas, ainda checando a entrada de cinco em cinco minutos. Toda vez que sente o celular vibrar é uma tortura. A notificação que aguarda nunca chega.

Novamente no elevador, descendo para ir almoçar, pondera duas coisas: se está sendo louca, ou se deveria procurá-lo. A calçada lotada de pessoas andando apressadas te causa tontura por um instante, sente até vontade de chorar.

Nem percebe a direção que toma, apenas segue o fluxo, se viraria depois.

Renjun vira a esquina da editora quando finalmente se lembra de ligar o celular. O escritor mais filho da puta de todos os tempos fez questão de marcar uma reunião desnecessariamente longa para discutir o conceito da próxima capa de seu próximo livro. Ele odeia autores de fantasia criminal por causa disso, os caras são malucos.

Você interrompe os movimentos abruptamente quando vê que ele está ali, sorrindo para a tela do aparelho que tem nas mãos. Como se sentisse alguém o observando, ele levanta o olhar e aumenta o sorriso quando te reconhece. Aperta os passos para se aproximar mais rápido, sem nem notar a sua cara séria.

— Eu vi suas mensagens agora, tava até te respondendo, olha. — Renjun vira o telefone para você e logo o coloca no bolso novamente. — Cara, pior manhã da minha vi…

— Eu tava preocupada, Renjun. — A familiar ardência no canto dos olhos ameaça, e você inspira devagar. Não sabe dizer se é alívio ou nervosismo.

O garoto finalmente percebe seu estado. O cenho franzido, os olhos quase transbordando, a postura assustada.

— O que houve?

Renjun mal teve tempo de completar a frase porque você o agarrou pelo pescoço e uniu os lábios com toda ternura que percebeu ter guardado todo esse tempo. Ele não demora a retribuir o beijo, suspirando na tua boca ao te envolver pela cintura. O quanto ele queria isso não está escrito.

Nem pensaram nas pessoas em volta, elas só se desviam do casal para seguir o caminho. Algumas até sorriem pelo gesto romântico. Sinceramente, não ligam para mais nada. Só consegue se concentrar no lábio macio do Renjun se moldando ao seu como se fosse feito para isso. Aprofunda o contato ao conduzir o garoto pela nuca com as duas mãos, que se perdem nos fios agora desalinhados.

O dia de trabalho ainda não tinha terminado, e quase se arrepende de tê-lo beijado nas horas seguintes. Ele não te deixa em paz nenhum segundo.

Começou com os quinze emojis de beijinho que ele te enviou assim que voltaram ao escritório. Você fingiu ignorar as mensagens, ele odiou.

Insatisfeito, manda um e-mail. A notificação te faz revirar os olhos. Óbvio que ele sabia que você não abriria, por isso, escreveu no assunto: vai me beijar aqui também? Estalando os lábios, esconde o rosto nas mãos, tentando conter a vontade de gritar.

Olhando na direção de Renjun, repreende-o com a expressão mais dura que consegue fazer. Ele ri, mandando um beijo no ar. Não suficiente, cantarola várias músicas sobre beijo baixo o bastante para não ser repreendido.

Ele resolve, então, ir até sua mesa. O sorriso convencido te causa estresse, e ele não tá nem aí. Apoia-se na divisória, te olhando em silêncio.

— Uma foto dura mais. — Você murmura entredentes. Ele segura uma gargalhada, é tão bom não ser o pilhado para variar.

— Bom, já que você me beijou antes que eu pudesse te chamar pra sair…

— Você planeja me deixar em paz algum dia? — Finalmente gira a cadeira, ficando de frente para o garoto.

Ele inclina o corpo, o rosto bem na altura do seu. Só não rouba um selinho porque ainda não ficou maluco.

— Só se você aceitar jantar comigo. — O tom é desafiador, borbulha seu sangue.

— Só se você cozinhar. — Impõe a condição porque não quer ficar para trás. Ele perde um pouco a compostura quando percebe que encurtou um pouco mais a distância entre as faces.

— Combinado então.

Às cinco horas em ponto Renjun já está com tudo guardado e pronto para ir embora. Enquanto você se ajeita, ele limpa sua mesa e organiza tudo como você faz para poderem partir logo.

O apartamento é bem a cara dele. A essência doce se espalha por toda a decoração simplista e sofisticada, nas plantas bem cuidadas, na cheirinho de lar que invade as narinas assim que chegam.

Renjun te apresenta toda a casa, te guiando pelos cômodos de mãos dadas. É linda e aconchegante. Logo partem partem para a cozinha, pois ele não para quieto. Inventou um risoto meio maluco que jura ser a especialidade dele. Você oferece ajuda, dizendo que pelo menos deveria cortar os vegetais, só que ele é teimoso e não aceita.

O clima é gostoso, leve. Enquanto ele prepara o prato com muito carinho, conversam sobre milhões de coisas como de costume. Ao mesmo tempo, tudo parece ter mudado. A forma como se olham, como se dirigem um ao outro, os toques…

Ele dá o braço a torcer e te deixa colocar a mesa para a janta, o que você faz com maestria porque é a única coisa que teria de fazer. Ao finalmente provar a comida cheirosa e bem apresentada, se surpreende. Além de bonito, inteligente, engraçado e independente, Renjun também é bom cozinheiro. Ele sorri genuinamente feliz pela sua reação surpresa ao gosto impecável do que havia preparado. Comem num silêncio confortável, as mãos entrelaçadas e os olhares tímidos falam mais alto do que as palavras.

— Quer mais vinho? — Renjun pergunta enquanto você caminha até o sofá, se acomodando logo em seguida.

— Só um pouquinho, nem metade. — Acompanha-o despejar a bebida na taça. Ele te mostra a quantidade, você confirma com a cabeça que está perfeito.

Ele segura as taças, levando as duas com cuidado para a sala. Ele se senta bem perto, trazendo suas coxas para cima das dele.

— Brinde? — O menino sugere, o sorriso disfarçado te dá calafrios. Lá vem. Você encosta as taças meio desconfiada, esperando a besteira que ele falaria. — Um brinde ao beijo da calçada e ao da sala.

— Que sala? — Você procura algo em sua mente que a faça compreender.

Ele ri, deixando a bebida na mesinha de centro após um gole que tinge a boca um tanto mais. Antes que pudesse protestar, ele tira a taça de suas mãos e a coloca ao lado da outra. Acaricia as pernas que cobrem as dele ao mesmo tempo que te puxa pela nuca com delicadeza. Rouba um selinho demorado, molhado, dos teus lábios.

— Essa sala aqui. — Renjun sussurra, finalmente iniciando um beijo mais intenso. A língua molha teu lábio inferior, tirando seus sentidos com a troca que começam. A gola da blusa já está completamente amassada entre os nós dos seus dedos.

Para recuperar o fôlego, ele separa brevemente os lábios, mas beija o canto da sua boca, a bochecha e desde a mandíbula até a orelha num ritmo deliciosamente devagar. No pescoço ele se perde, mordendo os lugares certos, sugando levemente só para te deixar molinha no enlaço dele. Agora que pode, ele quer te dar tudo que tem.

Pouco a pouco sente a mão subir da coxa para o quadril, onde aperta a carne com vontade. Num movimento rápido, você se ajeita no colo dele, colocando uma perna de cada lado da figura. Os olhos escuros esbanjam desejo, as digitais masculinas passeiam por cada canto que consegue.

Ele te beija outra vez, mais acelerado, desesperado, bagunçado. Te incendeia por inteiro. Renjun finalmente levanta a barra do vestido, queimando a pele com os dedos curiosos. Guia os seus movimentos contra o quadril que te precisa mais que nunca, chiando sôfrego entre o beijo.

Ao despir suas peças, lançando-as em qualquer lugar, Renjun também despe os fantasmas do seu passado. Na força do amor, faz marcas de felicidade, de cura, de coragem. Por horas a fio te ama absolutamente, cada parte sua. Quanto a você, mergulha de cabeça no oceano que ele é, que ele será. Explora cada mistério escondido.

Antes de adormecerem, Renjun deposita um selar na sua testa, te encara daquele jeito apaixonado que faz seu peito estremecer.

— Que foi? — Segreda curiosa, risonha. Ele acha graça da sua inocência que retorna.

— Você… — Suspira porque não sabe expressar tudo que o coração fala. — Você é minha. melhor. amiga. — Enfatiza cada palavra, esperançoso de que compreendesse tudo que elas continham.

Fora de contexto, não faria sentido. Mas porque são vocês, tem sentido demais. Um eu te amo não seria bom o suficiente, você entende o que ele quer dizer. Sem medir, sem pensar, só de ouvir, você sabe tudo o que Renjun deseja passar. No silêncio, no escuro, na guerra, onde for, entende Renjun. Porque está incondicional e irrevogavelmente apaixonada por ele.

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Love Once Again...

Note: Renjun is literally an asshole in this I'm so sorry || I swore at Renjun WAY more than I should have || Thank you @jaehunnyy for beta reading this ! || I'm sorry if there were mistakes, I literally did not have the stamina to re read this ;-;

Playlist : One Last Time - Ariana Grande || Miss Me Too - Katherine Li || Love Me Now - NCT 127 || Urs - NIKI || Remember that night - Sara Kays || Time Lapse - Kim Taeyeon

You knew going to Haechan’s party was a bad idea, it always was. But you hadn’t thought it would be “bad” bad.

For the record, whenever Haechan – the most popular (and not to mention hottest) student on campus – threw parties at his place, they contrasted his whole “perfect” image. They were actually just a series of misfortunate events disguised as parties. From extreme, groundless fights breaking out of nowhere to stuff like sudden, random power outages; everything happened at his place on the day he had planned out some event. And even though everyone knew how cursed his parties were, they were still thrilled to hang out with him because after all, it was Haechan– who in their right mind would decline his invites? 

Although you witnessed all the damned episodes that took place at his house, you never minded them. Like all the others, you enjoyed crashing at his place whenever he asked you to join him. Even if you weren’t in the mood, it was obligatory for you to go since he was one of your oldest friends and fairly speaking, going to his party was better than hearing him rant and complain for weeks just because you didn’t show up. However, ignoring how everything usually took a miserable turn, you had to admit his parties were actually something no one should be missing out on. For a 22 year old, he was quite the host.

It was actually because of Haechan and his jinxed gatherings that you met the love of your life (or so you thought) –Huang Renjun from Psychology, who was also the same age as Haechan himself. In fact, Haechan was a friend whom you and Renjun shared. Even though you had seen Renjun around the college a fair amount of times, you never took any special notice of his existence.

It wasn’t until one night at Haechan’s place, you had seen Renjun standing awkwardly in a corner all by himself, literally embodying the standing-man emoji. You figured that he wasn’t much of a party person, feeling sympathy when your eyes locked with his lost ones. You hesitantly approached him but once you felt comfortable around him, the both of you ditched the party only to find yourself in a McDonald’s drive thru joking and giggling like mad. From that day onwards, you continued growing closer and closer until the day Renjun decided to end your said “friendship” and change it into something more…meaningful.

Haechan was over the moon when he found out that his best friend was dating his other best friend, leaving the both of you in utter shock when you found out that he had a bet with Na Jaemin from Sociology over how you both would make a perfect couple. And not missing the chance, he simply had to make arrangements for the celebration of the grand event as soon as he got time on his hands.

You had been very content with being labelled as Renjun’s girlfriend, proud even. And he could say the same for you. Your mind had created a whole time capsule with his name engraved on it, treasuring even the smallest memory of the moments you spent with him. From dancing together to whatever music was playing in your apartment to sharing secret kisses on the empty streets during rainy nights, he became the most important chapter in the book of your life. Whenever he looked at you with his twinkling, adoration–filled eyes or whenever he showed you that beautiful smile of his, you would fall for him all over again. He made your universe complete, he made you complete. You just couldn’t imagine your life without him, but apparently life could imagine you without him and that’s exactly what it did. 

With the crushing stress of the nearing finals on your shoulders, your irritation took over the best of you. So you decided that, before you hurt someone and had to live with the regret of it for the rest of your life, the safest option was to distance yourself only till the end of the exams which were about two months away. But something in the back of your mind was constantly bothering you – actually, it was worrying you.

Since Renjun had left the city for some upcoming event he had signed himself up for, you hadn’t heard from him for about three months now. You thought you were overthinking the whole situation but for someone who sent good morning / good night texts nearly everyday, you couldn’t help but feel like something awful was about to happen. Nevertheless, biting the unpleasant feeling back, you tried your best not to think about it too much. Ignoring the endless echoing of his name in your head, you continued to distract yourself with your studies. It wasn’t an easy task, but you had to manage.

A few weeks prior to your finals, a usual–midnight–studying session of yours was interrupted when you felt your phone vibrate from somewhere underneath the piled–up notes. Someone was calling. Who could be calling you at midnight? Confused, you searched for your phone. However, when you saw the caller ID, chills ran down your spine along with a feeling of an immediate rush of adrenaline throughout your body – it was Renjun. Nearly throwing off the books resting on your lap, you hurriedly picked the phone up as if a second’s delay would make the communication device disappear from your hands.

“Renjun?”, his name leaves your lips quicker than you could hold yourself back. 

What follows is complete deafening silence, your heart hammering against your chest wanting to escape before your tormenting thoughts come to reality. His timing was odd, but his lack of response was even peculiar. This wasn’t something you were used to. 

“Hey? Where have you been? It’s been really long...” you continued, trying to start up a conversion all while biting your lip in fear.

“Y/n, we need to talk.” 

That was all he said, no ‘hello’, no ‘how are you?’, no ‘I missed you’ – just a cold, hard ‘we need to talk’. His tone was unfamiliar, frigid – a tone which was foreign to you. It didn’t seem like you were talking to Renjun, your boyfriend. No, the person on the other end was just a stranger, someone you had never known. 

You chose to ignore the lump forming in your throat, but you couldn’t avoid the haze taking over your brain. According to all those books and dramas you had read and watched, those five words were never a good omen.

“Is–Is everything alright?” you gulped, mentally cursing at yourself for stuttering. 

You heard Renjun take a deep breath, preparing himself for the storm he was about to stir up. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to gather the courage to tell you something he had been thinking about for a quiet while now. The thought of doing his next step was easier than actually implementing it.

“Look…” His sigh was silent yet it said so much, “I–I don’t think this is working out.”

With his said words hitting you ears, you felt a throbbing pain in your head as everything went blank. Your throat and mouth went completely dry at his unexpected statement. The ground beneath your feet had been pulled away with your knees failing to keep themselves straight. You felt weak, sick even. Everything was happening so fast, so suddenly that your mind was refusing to accept the cruel reality. It wasn’t even making sense, he wasn’t making sense.

“Wh-what–”, that was all you managed to barely whisper. You hoped what you heard was wrong, hoped that the boy wasn't saying what you thought he was.

“I’m sorry y/n…” he broke the agonising silence again, “I think it’s best for the both of us to stop seeing each other.”

“Bu-But why– Wh-where is all of this co-coming from?” Before you knew it, tears were brimming in your eyes, your body felt tense yet weak at the same time. 

“Listen...” he mumbled, trying to end the call as soon as he could, as if he had been forced to break the news to you, “Just. Don’t try to contact me again. Goodbye, y/n.”

The following beeping noise which came from the inside of your phone tortured you as your senses went numb. Your brain wasn’t processing whatever the hell just happened. Thoughts tangled themselves up in your brain, how could he just– leave you like that? Without any explanation, without any reasoning… Did he expect you to just use your imagination? What was this, an open ending book? And why would someone so mindful like Renjun break up with you over a phone call like a coward?

Questions over questions piled themselves up and you tried to call him again and again, but it was of no use. He wasn’t picking up and your texts weren’t delivered because he had blocked you within a span of a few minutes. You sat on the ground defeated, as if the world had stopped spinning for you, as if there was no further purpose in life. 

Where did what go wrong? 

Whatever the reason for his outrageously baffling behaviour was– because of him, the months which followed were living hell for you.

After that miserable night, you completely shut yourself out. You avoided all your friends, even Haechan and his invites which were actually poor attempts to divert your attention once he found out what happened between you and Renjun.

The coming days, your phone blew up with notifications covering your lock screen. They were all from your friends who were worried as to why you weren’t showing up without a reason. It was only Haechan who you cried out to when he came over after calling you about a hundred times. It hurt him seeing you cut ties with everyone, but being completely honest, he would have too because if the similar had happened to him, he wouldn’t want to hang out with the people who would trigger the painful feeling which came along with those gut-wrenching memories. 

But something Haechan couldn’t get his head around was why the fuck would Renjun– someone so genuine and considerate– shatter someone’s heart without any explanation? Haechan never thought of him as someone who would go around playing with another person’s feelings, the type of people Haechan absolutely despised. Renjun was really unpredictable, but he never thought he’d turn out to be such a bastard.

The first month which followed had been the hardest month of your life. Thank to that stupid fucker, you barely passed your finals. And you knew that would happen because after that night, all you did was cry in your bed for hours over hours, repeating all the conversations you had with him over and over again, trying to figure out where everything went wrong. You wanted to scream with everything in you just at the mere thought of his name. You loved him more than you had loved anyone. How could he hurt you like that? 

With the second month’s arrival and after a lot of lecturing by Haechan, you finally stopped neglecting your mental health and decided to focus on yourself. Maybe he was right, maybe you overlooking your health wasn’t worth some idiotic player like Renjun. But even though you were trying to move on, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop thinking about him yet. Every night in bed, when your mind replayed a memory of yours with him, his stupidly pretty face caused tears to well up again. All you wished was for that disgusting feeling to leave you alone.

As the third month approached, you started contacting your friends again, but only the close ones. Since the finals were followed by prolonged holidays, it was a good opportunity for you to try to get him off your mind. Having your girls over for movies and stuff was what you actually needed a lot. Infact, their motivational words about how you were worth more than any man on the planet made you feel great about yourself. The feeling which usually came along with the mention of your ex’s name had slowly started to fade out, you were moving on and that was nice for a change. 

Finally, when the fourth month began, the you which had buried itself deep down came out of the hiding. You began hanging out with your friends more often and even decided to step outside for some sunlight and fresh air. All of this was just compensation for the emotional rollercoaster you rode for the past three months and, as your girls had convinced you, you were deserving of something much better. Thanks to them, you had nearly forgotten who Renjun was, which made them glad as they saw you live your life once again.

The fifth month was when you realised you had completely moved on because when one of your friends accidentally brought up the topic, you were surprisingly unfazed. His name held no meaning to you anymore. And what helped you even more was that you hadn’t seen him in college once it reopened. Everything was back to normal, you were back to normal. Once again, all your focus was on yourself, with a lesson learnt that no matter what happens, you should always be your top priority. 

That’s why when Haechan, as usual, proposed to you the idea of joining another party of his, you gladly accepted his offer. You never thought you would say this, but you actually missed the weirdly–lit rooms of his house accompanied with the sour-sweet smell of liquor filling the air. And besides, it was time to celebrate your freedom, something which you should have done a long time ago. 

On the night of the event, you put extra effort into getting ready. You bombarded all your girls with a variety of outfits to choose from, picking the one which got the most votes. Not only that, but you also spent nearly an hour on your makeup. You wanted to look your best, not for someone – but for yourself, as a reward for staying strong throughout your battle. 

Once you were ready, you scanned yourself in the mirror and looked for every single detail you put into your appearance. This was the first time in a while you had looked this good. Sure, you thought that you were overdoing it a little, but you were positive that you’d make people do a double take once they set their eyes on you. That’s when a stupid thought entered.

Maybe if he saw me toni–

However, the thought left as soon as it came. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. 

No y/n, snap out of it…Do not think about that bastard. You’re better off without him.

A shake of the head was all it took to throw out any absurd ideas. Today was definitely not the day you were going to let your trauma get to you again. 

Even though you tried to maintain your composure, that one little thought shook your confidence to a somewhat extent. In the pit of your stomach, someplace hidden in your brain, deep down in your heart– you felt the uncertain feeling making its comeback.

“Wow…y/n,” Haechan welcomed you with a dazed smile, “You look stunning.”

“Hello to you too, Haechan,” You giggled at your own wits followed by his embarrassed reaction. 

Entering his house, you were greeted by the familiar scene. The whole building was vibrating along with every beat of the song which came out from the blasting speakers. The light was dim, yet you could figure out the silhouettes of all the people you knew. Most of them were on the dance floor hyping each other up , while the others were gathered around the refreshment tables. It also came to your notice that Haechan had installed a whole karaoke booth while you were going through your depressive episode. A lot had changed, still it was all the same. 

“Do you want me to stick around with you?” Haechan said out loud, his voice trying to suppress the blaring loudspeakers. 

“I think I’ll manage” You mimicked his tone.

“You sure?” his hand found its way to your shoulder, just for providing reassurance.

You replied with a nod and a hum which probably went unheard by him. Giving you a thumbs up, he made his way towards the entrance again so that he could greet the other guests who he had invited over. He was sure you’d do fine on your own, that was until he saw the first person who entered through the doorway.

At first he thought he was seeing things, but after staring for a few seconds, he figured that the guy who had just entered was really there. The sight of the boy’s face made Haechan’s blood boil, his brain refusing to function as range took over all his thoughts. Before he could stop himself, he was already storming towards the boy in context. 

“Huang Renjun,” Haechan’s emotions acted faster than his rationality, and he grabbed the other by his collar, shoving him into the wall behind him, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Let me go, Haechan–” Renjun struggled as he tried to slip out of Haechan’s grip, which was a bit too strong, “I’m here to talk.”

“Oh, yeah?” Haechan released his hold with a push, which caused Renjun to nearly fall because of the sudden pressure, “Renjun, I don’t think any of us have time for your stupid games. You think you can play with someone's fucking heart and then disappear only to come back one day just to ‘talk’? You need to fuck off and find some other source of entertainment. I don’t even want to breathe the same air as you after what you did.” 

“Listen, I’m aware that I’ve been an asshole, but-” Renjun’s excuse of an explanation was cut off by Haechan.

“Asshole is an understatement,” Haechan remarked with a click of his tongue and a tilt of his head, his gaze had never been this dangerous. The usually cool and calm Haechan had disappeared, transforming into something which scared the boy in front of him. 

“Haechan, hear me out. I know that I’ve been a complete fucking idiot and I’m not worthy of forgiveness, but I really, really need to see her.” 

“Oh there is no fucking way I am letting you near her.” Haechan let out a bitter chuckle. He couldn’t believe the nerve Renjun had. Unbelievable to him that how, after hiding himself for nearly a year, he was standing in front of him. And not only that, he was also expecting to see someone who ran a lap around hell and back, just because of him, “Have you lost your fucking mind or something? Oh wait– You didn’t even have one to begin with.”

“I beg you Haechan,” Renjun pleaded, “I need to set things right. Why did you think I left her? I was scared. I never once stopped loving her, but when I left I knew I wouldn’t ever be able to make her happy… I knew I wouldn’t be able to give her what she deserved, I knew she’d suffer because of me. And that’s– that’s why before I could hurt her, I thought ending everything would be better for the both of us. Clearly, it was the biggest mistake of my life.” 

Haechan scoffed in disbelief, “Hell yes it was. And what did you think? Breaking up with her would make her feel amazing? Did you think she would do fucking fine? Huang, thanks to you, she completely shut herself out. She cried for days and days, I had never seen her this miserable, you fucking coward. And now that she’s finally moved on, you decide to show up again, make her pathetic again? Get a life Renjun.” 

Renjun’s hand found his way in his hair, a habit of his whenever he felt frustrated, “Haechan please, let me see her. I promise you I won’t hurt her this time. In fact if she wants, I won’t ever come into either of your lives again. I’ll move to another city. But please let me talk to her alone. Just once.”

Looking at him, Haechan saw the sincerity in his eyes. He had known Renjun long enough to know when he was being genuine, when he actually meant what he was saying. Maybe he should let him see y/n once, but what made him hesitate was the thought of y/n’s pitiful breakdown. What if seeing Renjun cut open her hardly–healed wounds again? But in spite of that, she deserved to know the truth… because it seemed like Renjun wasn’t going to leave until he had settled things.

Sorting out his thoughts, he stepped closer. With a finger pointed towards Renjun’s chest, he granted him access. “Fine, I’ll let you see her once. But if you fucking mess this up again…Huang Renjun, I swear I’ll make you regret coming here in the first place.”

Clearing the way for Renjun, Haechan prayed for everything to turn out fine. He was usually optimistic, but what worried him was that they were at his party, and if everything was going with the natural flow, something was bound to take a wrong turn. 

You stood at the refreshment table with a girl called Lee Chaeyoung, who had been complaining about how the other girls in her group had decided to show up wearing outfits completely different then her’s, even though they had decided on a theme. It was nice to talk to new people, though you felt like your social skills had nearly died out. 

“Oh, there they are!” She continued excitedly as she pointed towards a few other girls waving at the both of you, “I’ll get going now. Feel free to join us though!”

You gave her a warm smile before returning to what was displayed on the outstretched table. As you were deciding on what you should try next, you heard a voice you thought you would never get to hear again. 

“Y/n?”

It can’t be…no please no…

You already knew who it was, but you didn’t have the courage to face the owner of the voice.  The nasty feeling was back. Five months of convincing yourself that you had moved on ended up at nothing. All the efforts from you and your friends went to waste. Everything was back at square one. You wished that the ground cracked open and devoured you whole, anything was better than facing the person who was calling you.

“Can we talk?” 

Collecting every single bit of strength remaining in your body, you turned around to meet him face to face. 

You swore you choked on the air you took in. You couldn't see him well, but the way his hair fell gracefully over his forehead, the way his skin shone even in the dark, you knew he was still the same divine boy you had fallen in love with. But the pain he caused you… how could you forget.

“Why are you here Renjun?” The question left your lips stern as it should have been, your eyes never meeting his ones. 

“I need to talk to you, please.” 

His emphasis on the last word was enough to tell you that he was desperate, but all your trust in him had faded away the night he ended things. Why was he back, why was he scarring you again… nearing his heavenly voice made you want to fall on the ground and start crying right on the spot. Just when you thought you were over, he came back to torture you even more than he had before.

“Why should I? After what you did, I never even want to see you again, Huang.” You finally brought yourself to look at him directly in the eyes, noticing how desolation resided in them. Yet, you didn’t want to feel even a drop of empathy for him, he wasn’t worth any of your feelings.

“Y/n, I swear I won’t make it long.” Renjun took a small step closer to you, but you backed away. 

Your action hurt him deeply, making him want to disappear off the surface of the earth. Since the day he broke up, this was the most foolish and shameful he felt. 

“I know you don’t trust me anymore, but you do believe Haechan, right? He said I could talk to you only for a while.” He bit his lower lip, “Look… I know you hate me, you have all the right to. But for heaven’s sake, just listen to me. I’ll leave as soon as I’m done, you have my word. ”

Something which you learned about Renjun over the period you dated was that he really was true to his word. Never once could you remember him breaking a promise. It was true that you had trust issues with him, but if Haechan – who shuddered everytime Renjun was mentioned – had given him permission to see you, it must have been something worth your time. 

After reluctantly agreeing to listen to whatever he had to say, you followed him out of the crowded room. But as you left, you scanned around hoping to find any sign of Haechan, the only person who could save you from this situation, but the boy wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Failing at your terrible attempt at finding Haechan, you only prayed that the moment would come to an end soon, you just weren’t ready to go through another series of a mental breakdown.

“Well? I don’t have all day, Renjun”, you spat once you were in one of the empty rooms of Haechan’s house. 

Although you seemed rigid, all of it was pretend. You were weak once again as his full face came into view. He was as beautiful as ever, maybe even more breathtaking since it had been so long since you last saw him. Even though his charm remained, you could tell he hadn’t been doing well, or so the dark circles under his eyes said. But why was he suffering when it was him who broke up in the first place? Or maybe it was just because of how ‘busy’ his life was, so engaging that he had no time for love, for you.

“I–I don’t know where to begin–” His head hung low, as he fiddled with his fingers.

“You’d better make it quick and not waste my time.” you crossed your arms in front of your chest, looking in any direction but his. 

“I’m just here to say sorry and–” he was yet again, interrupted because his words made you lose your cool. 

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” you snap, finally looking at him whose eyes were still glued to the ground, “You think saying sorry is going to solve everything? You think I’ll forgive you? Renjun please… This isn’t funny. You’ve hurt me before and you’re hurting me again. I don’t want to go through everything I went through again.” 

“No y/n, never. I don’t want to cause you any more pain.” 

An irritated groan escapes your lips at how stupid he sounded, “What do you even know? You were the one who ended everything without any reasoning, Renjun. I’m sure you have many more toys, go play with them instead. Let me live, please”

“I never left you for anyone. Neither did I ever move on.” His eyes met yours at last. 

Renjun felt like his heart was going to explode. Even after trying to avoid you so much, he had to give in. You looked heavenly, even prettier than the photos he kept on looking at for the past months. He was aware that he was maybe the biggest failure in the world to let go of a goddess like the one in front of him. He wanted to disappear into thin air after facing you. Even if he fell to his knees and begged for your forgiveness, he would never be worthy of it. 

“What the fuck.” The sentence slipped out before you could think about it, “Look, I really don’t have time for your ga-” This time, you were the one who got cut off.

“Hear me out, will you?” He took a step closer, making your back hit the wall behind. He was close, way too close. And your stupid heart wasn’t supposed to be beating so fast. 

“I-I was scared of loving you, I was scared of not being enough. And you know what? Haechan was right, you’re right. I am a fucking coward… I put myself before you. If I really did love you, I would’ve tried to devote myself to our relationship, save it from crumbling. But no, instead I decided to chicken out and ended up hurting you, something I was trying to save you from.” 

You knew Renjun was a sensitive, emotional boy but for the first time in your life, you had seen actual tears in his eyes. If the words leaving his mouth and the thoughts which were going on in his head had made him cry, then he really meant them. Fuck your disgustingly soft heart, you swore you would never feel bad for him but seeing him cry made you pity him. Somewhere in your heart, you still felt the same love for him, even if it was the slightest. 

“R-renjun…”

“No y/n. I know no matter how many times I apologise, it is never going to be enough. But since the day I left you, you’ve been the only thought on my mind. Whenever I saw our pictures, your smile set my heart on fire. But everything became worse afterwards, I could hear your laugh echoing around me, I could smell your lingering scent on my clothes, I spent hours thinking about the fucking mess I had created…”

Tears were streaming down his face but it seemed like he took no notice. All he wanted was to win you back, to hold you in his arms once again, to call you his, to make you look at him the way you did before, even if it did seem impossible. But to your surprise, your own eyes were filled with tears. Why? Because that was exactly what you had experienced. 

“And I know we can’t go back to how it was,” he continued to lean in closer, so close that you could see the tear droplets decorating his eyes, “But please, give me one last chance. A last try to prove myself, Ito make everything fine…”

His face was only an inch away from yours as his teary eyes looked into your glossy ones. His hand pressed softly against your cheek, head tilted slightly. The both of you knew where this was headed, and something in you just had to give in to him. Cursing yourself for going with the flow, you felt yourself lean into his touch.

“Because I still love you.” 

The ghost of a gap which stood there was closed by Renjun, replaced by the feeling of his lips pressed against yours. As if on cue, your hands found their way around his neck, fingers tangling themselves in his hair as an attempt to pull him even closer. You were almost shocked at how you were kissing him back in no time, you didn’t know you were this hungry for his touch.

Renjun’s other hand fell to your waist, sealing any space which remained between you. You missed how his lips felt against yours, how his touch would send jolts down your spine. Your lips continued to dance with his, breaking away shortly only to catch your breath. You thought it was going to feel wrong, but seeing the way your body reacted, everything was more than right.

He was back again, with an honest explanation and it seemed like he had learnt his lesson as well. You thought you would never forgive him, but he was determined to set things right between the two of you. Maybe you could let him start things over again, maybe you could give him one last try again. Afterall, everyone deserves a second chance.

“You asshole,” a slightly–dazed smile was painted on your lips as you pulled away, “You’re lucky Haechan isn’t here otherwise he would have snapped your head off.” 

“Thank you, y/n” His forehead rested against yours, eyes closed as he settled in the long–lost feeling “Thank you for trusting me again. I swear I’ll do my best this time, I’ll make us work. I love you so, so much, I’m never letting you go again.” 

“You’d better not, otherwise…” You motioned your thumb sliding horizontally against your neck, receiving a light-hearted laugh from him in reply. His beautiful voice hitting your ears was nostalgia, making you feel fuzzy again. 

“Deal.” He placed a gentle peck on your nose. 

The feeling forming in your gut told you that this time, he wasn’t going to let you down. Perhaps he wasn’t that bad of a human, perhaps all he needed was to face his fears. You figured that he was your first love and you could never be completely over him, even if he had messed with your brain and your heart. You still loved him, and it was good enough to know that he had never stopped loving you either. 

Maybe going to Haechan’s party wasn’t so bad afterall.

Title : Love Once Again || Word count: 5.594K || Genre: MAJOR angst, minor fluff, Lowkey suggestive?|| Pairing: ex! Renjun x Fem!Reader

Tagging : @armysantiny @mosviqu and @koishua

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NCT Dream Reaction:

making out 💄💋

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a/n: this has been in my draft for so long…

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Mark:

he’s always nervous to start make-out sessions

but when they do start

he is the devil

so needy

he’s the type to grab at your hips to pull you closer to him

his hands always rest on your ass

“you look so good on top of me”

Renjun:

loves when you leave lip stick marks all over him

since you can’t leave hickeys because of his job

will purposely buy you a bunch of different lipsticks

matte, glossy, liquid, shimmers

he even buys you the chapstick that buzzes and tingles when you kiss each other

“mark me, show me i’m yours”

Jeno:

Gets so lost in kissing you

he forgets about his surroundings

hitting the edges of tables and nearly tripping over things on the floor

but if you get hurt or bruised

he will kiss it better

you two usually end up kissing on the floor or the couch

kissing in the shower is a nightmare, so stick to baths instead

“your lips are so distracting”

Haechan:

nothing beats make-out sessions with haechan

there so much fun

they always start because he was talking too much and you decided to shut him up with a kiss

but he isn’t letting you get away that easy

he would pull you back into a kiss

he would whine about you interrupting him but he purposely goes on rants hoping you will pull him into a kiss

“just shut up already”

“watch your pretty little mouth”

Jaemin:

most of the time make out sessions start off innocent

just a couple of pecks

his love language is 100% physical touch

but when he’s needy he will whine and pull you back into a kiss if you try to pull away

when you do pull back, he’s already looking at you

“stop staring at me!”

“you make it hard not to stare”

Chenle:

he likes to buy you a bunch of different treats

you’ve never had a crepe cake? or a crème brûlée?

expect ten of each the next time you hang out

he will purposely buy creamy desserts so you will have some on your lips

“you got something on your lips”

“you’re so messy”

instead of wiping it off with a napkin or even his finger

he will pull you into a heated make-out session

“you taste so sweet”

Jisung:

he knows the guys would tease him if they ever saw him do pda

but he’s very clingy and needy

he will pull you into a small corner where the guys can’t see you two

and pull you into a kiss

usually, it would just be a peak

but he’s been trapped in the practice room for too long

You decided to bring the guys some snacks

when you arrived he would pull you into the hallway, claiming you forgot napkins

the second the door closes he would pin you against the wall

“i missed you so much”

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nct dream text reactions:

teasing them when they’re busy

Requested: "dream reacts to you horny texting when they’re busy? 🥺🫶🏼 love teasing them when they can’t come home right away"

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a/n: first actual post on this account <3

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#nct dream #nct dream random texts #nct dream x reader #nct dream reactions #nct dream texts #mark #renjun #jeno #haechan #jaemin #chenle #jisung #nct dream suggestive #nct dream hard hours #mdni

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⠀   ⠀ ── 𖥻 🍭‧₊˚⊹ nct dream on your period !

suggestive. mdni. library

haechan can sleep with you for hours, as long as you need it. the pain gives you no rest, and you try to confront it in silence to not overwhelm the boy sleeping next to you. between dreams, you have heard him wake up occasionally to check that you are better, and you have not thought about anything other than pretending to be asleep so that he gets some rest. so you are there, staring at the ceiling as a blaze of pain collapses you and grips your insides. you doze and doze until you finally fall into the arms of morpheus; the pain has subsided a bit since you last woke up.

you stretch, feeling your muscles stiff and exhausted from a terrible nap, but feeling that you can finally find some sleep: the pain has almost completely disappeared. the sun's rays have been extinguished by the thin curtains of the alcove and you hear the small cooing of nocturnal animals below haechan's soft snoring. maybe that's why you don't notice it at first; your hand goes to your belly and you bump into something.

haechan's hand rests peacefully on your stomach, giving off a sweet body heat. you hear him stirring between dreams before his two brown orbs greet you warmly. “better?” your hand intertwines with his. “better.”

jisung would make you the most delicious teas in the world while you showered with hot water. he knows how bad you feel when your period is about to come, so he would make you your favorite pajamas and together while listening to music. he would make you sleep on his chest while caressing your lower back to somehow relieve your menstrual pains, whisper sweet things in your ear or simply sing to you in an attempt to divert your attention to him. “you know what i read somewhere?” you hear his voice ask as you are about to fall asleep. you hum in response, “making love helps.”

“ji, dear. i think it only applies to headaches.” “oh,” he would say, stubbornly. “i'm sure i read it somewhere, i'll look it up for you.”

mark buys you pads when your period is three days early. she'd probably try to buy them in your favorite color, even if it's just the wrapper. he'd be on the phone with you while reciting in whispers the details of the towel package, and at this point, you don't know who's more embarrassed between the two of you.

“mark, honey, can you hurry up?”

“oh, shit, yes, baby. on my way,” he says he's about to pay but actually asks a salesgirl for help because he doesn't understand entirely about wings and no wings. he'd probably spend hours looking at the rack to buy the perfect towels, see the details on the packaging having a vague idea of the ones he's seen you buy. then when he came home, you know he'll make you tell him how proud you are of him for doing it without help, nevertheless, you ask him to hurry up next time because your ass is frozen from waiting so long.

jeno knows when you're in pain, and he finds himself in a conjunction of what's the best thing he can do in situations like that. it's obviously hard to know for sure what to do when he'll never be able to experience what you're feeling. “talk to me,” he whispers softly, hovering over your body but without touching you, fearing that he could make the situation worse by looking at your body contorted in the least painless position you found for your cramps. “let me die.” also, it doesn't help the drama you possess without alteration at times like those.

he leaves the room for a whole ten minutes and you think «damn he did let me die» but then he returns. you are filled with gentle kisses while a warm compress is deposited in your stomach. “is it too hot?” he wants to know, looking at you with worried doe eyes. suddenly you're out of speech at the sweet gesture, feeling flustered and warm by it even tho he surely did the same on other occasions. “too hot.” you think out loud, causing jeno to check the compress. “you sure?” he asks, receiving a pretty stunned “uh-huh” from you.

he peeks at you, and it all seems to fit in his head. a big smile appears on his lips when he leans to kiss you as he decides to play along. “should we try another method?”

taking hot showers with renjun is always fun. without worrying about anything since the bathroom is always dark except for scented candles on the countertop. having long, tender kissing sessions while his soft hands caress your waist, back pressing the tiles from the wall. hands brushing his wet hair out of his hair. smiling in each other's mouths, before you feel something warm go down your crotch. “okay! we need to stop.” because you've never tried doing it while on your period, and asking renjun would be pretty embarrassing. however, he only moves his kisses to your neck, “If you need me, just say it.”

he lets you go as he hums a melody, feeling him lather his hair. going silent out of nowhere before he whines softly, “something's wrong?” you ask him, trying to focus your eyes on his dark silhouette. “it got into my eye!”

jaemin would be so kind and understanding when he sees you start to cry after you have said something rude to him. he knows you are in a vulnerable and emotional moment, so he empathizes completely with you even when he cannot and will not be able to experience what you are going through. you are so upset and in a bad mood, that you don't register when you raise your voice in response to him. you immediately regret doing so, which makes you more irritated; you regret being in this state and regret yelling at your boyfriend when all he wants to do is to help.

you cover your face in grief. “sorry, sorry.” hiccups attack you as you try to hide the terrible state of your riotous emotions. you register no sound other than your disconsolate sobs, and you think jaemin has gone and finally tired of you, which causes you to cry more. little do you know that jaemin is suffering his own internal battle. he knows you don't like to show your sensitive side, should he go away and leave you alone? it must be hard to have colic and have to put up with his nonsense questions, should he apologize? would it make any difference?

so the best he can think to do is to hold you in his arms as he rocks you in his embrace, whispering that there is nothing to apologize for every time you apologize.

chenle doesn't cringe when she sees the dark spot on the sheets, and you sleeping peacefully, oblivious. but he knows how embarrassed you'll be once you wake up, so he gets to work. you once told him how much you craved gummy bears when you were on your period and ever since then, he has had bags and bags of gummy bears in the cupboard. he would remove you from your dreams for a good reason, suggest you shower together and then eat candy while watching a movie.

even when he keeps you from noticing, it's almost impossible; there's a similar stain on the pants you stole from his closet. the embarrassment eats you alive as chenle tries to downplay it. he doesn't budge when you try to take charge, instead, he KICKS you out of his room and tells you to pick a movie while he takes care of the situation. after he's done with the room, he walks into the living room and sits next to you while a weary sigh leaves his lips. “what did my pretty bloody mary pick out for us?.”

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[writemekpop]

Ice Cold | Huang Renjun

Summary: Your cold boyfriend Renjun has to learn how to give you the loving you need.   

Genre: Established relationship AU, angst, suggestive, fuck boy (ish) Renjun

Word Count: 0.6k

You slumped onto the bench and began to sob. 

Renjun approached you, his deep brown eyes inspecting your face. 

"Who did this to you?” he said. His expression was stern.  

"You know who did this,” you snapped, then sighed. Renjun probably had no idea what he’d done. 

Renjun stood stiffly. After a minute of watching you cry, he pulled off his black overcoat – and put it over your shoulders.  

Surprised, you snuggled into the coat, inhaling his smell – old books and ash. 

“I’m not very – good with intimacy”. Renjun said, patting your shoulder awkwardly. “I don’t always… understand people, but I know I’m the reason you’re crying. I’m sorry I hurt you." 

You said nothing. 

Renjun bristled. "Sorry about… storming off like that. It was a nice gesture, I just… don't do well with birthday parties. Or surprises.” 

You scoffed. "You called my auntie an old hag."

Renjun's lips twitched in the smallest of smiles. 

You sighed. You already knew you were going to forgive him.

“I suppose this calls for an apology hug.” Renjun held out his arms to embrace you.

You jumped out of his reach, shaking your head. 

Renjun stared at you, puzzled eyes wide. 

"Renjun, do you love me?" 

Renjun's mouth opened and closed. His eyes darted left and right. 

His voice was quiet when he spoke. "Y/n, I've already admitted that I do. Must you keep making me repeat it?"

"Renjun!" 

He pressed his fingers to his temples. “I’ll never understand this obsession with confessing our feelings-“ 

“For me,” you insisted. “Please."

He squeezed his eyes shut. “Ask me for anything else. I’ll do the washing up for a year, I’ll have ten birthday parties…” He clicked his fingers. “I’ll apologise to your aunt!” 

You sniffed. “I didn’t know it was so hard for you.” You turned away, forcing the tears down. “Don’t bother then.”  

You felt Renjun’s eyes on you.

Finally, he let out a strangled groan.  

"Fine," he said, smoothing down the front of his shirt. "I love you." He patted the left side of his chest. "If there's anything inside here, it belongs to you." 

You couldn't help but grin at your eccentric boyfriend. "I'll take that hug now."

Renjun smiled too, and wrapped his arms around you. You rested your chin on his shoulder, feeling safe in his embrace. 

"Let's go home,” you said. “There should be some cake left."

You turned around, but Renjun grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him. He leant forwards and kissed you. 

You were so stunned you barely remembered to close your eyes.   

He held you tight as you kissed, one hand wrapping round your waist and the other caressing your hair. To your surprise, Renjun’s whole body was trembling, a vibration under his skin. You realised he cared about this even more than you. For someone who didn't like physical affection, sometimes Renjun swept you away with the intensity of his love. 

When he pulled away, he whipped on his black coat and straightened his scarf, acting as if nothing had happened. 

You touched your lips, unable to hide your shock. 

"Shall we?" Renjun held out his arm for you. 

You linked your arm with his. 

Renjun smiled. "Cake sounds wonderful." 

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7Dream and bouts of some relationship insecurity

I don't really know how to title this, but yeah ...

includes ... making out, suggestive/implied sexual content, light swearing, references to fist fights, alcohol mentions, food mentions, jealousy/insecurity, vague choking; Juyeon cameo, hey babe ... also, I got carried away with one of these because I originally had it as part of a fic but I just deleted the fic instead so, yeah, sorry, you can ... really tell which one it is ._. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. YOU GET BLOCKED AND REPORTED.

Mark Lee

"Hey, man, come on. That's my girl."

The single sentence took less than a minute, but the conversation ended with Mark's fist through the guy's jaw and with security escorting all five of you - you, Mark, Jaemin, Renjun, and Yeein - out the back door. Everyone else opted to head home, since the entrance fee was, like, ₩50,000 to account for weekend tax.

Mark barely managed a quick good-bye over the driver's door before you slammed your own door shut. You probably should have driven, since his knuckles continuously cracked along the steering wheel, but driving relaxes him, something he needed, especially after that incident. Some guy kept chatting you up, standing way too close, borderline touching your ass, even though you redirected away from him, several times. And Mark knows, and trusts, that you would never leave him, much less cheat on him; he has the upmost faith in you, if his constant words of affirmation are anything to believe, but that does not mean he has to trust everyone else, epsecially when alcohol comes into the mix, heightening emotions too much. And he didn't blame you - doesn't blame you. You look hot, something on which he commented ... very enthusiastically before even going to the bar, with your satin mini-dress, a small (literally) article he bought while thinking about you on a work trip.

But as he sped down to your apartment, you - his passenger princess - pointed your knees at the window, just generally looking away from him. He cramped his fingers on the steering wheel that time, flooring the gas pedal. Then, you, silently, guided him into your apartment, sitting him down in the bathroom, where you, now, wrap his knuckles.

Mark watches you take a salve, applying it via cotton swab over the dried blood, accidentally reopening the would, much to his grimace. Though, he says nothing. The frown embedded between your brows and the heavy breathing in the room prevents him from opening his mouth. So, he lets you paw at his hand, only letting out soft grunts when you overextend his thumb (it got caught on the guy's jaw after Mark went in for a third punch). Eventually, you finish with the salve, wiping away the excess with toilet paper, and you get up, walking out the small half-bathroom.

"I'm sorry," Mark calls softly. He half hopes you don't hear him, over the blaring air vent, because you still have yet to even look at him, in the eye, since you got in his shiny, red car. But, still, you return; eyes trained on the ground though, waving a beige roll of adhesive tape. And he repeats it, even gentler, saying your name this time, "Babe?"

"Hmm?"

"I said I'm sorry."

You stare at him, for awhile. He sees your eyes scan his face, probably lingering at the one or two cuts from when that guy landed a blow, and your fingers slip, accidentally fastening the bandage around his abductor muscle. And Mark resets his jaw, with his prettier hand, just thinking about the bar incident all over again. But then, your face drops, into your lap, and his face drops.

"No, yeah, I heard," you return, sighing, then unwrap his hand to fix your mistake. "I," you swallow thickly, licking your lips, refocusing on his fingers. Gingerly you turn them over in your polished hands, grazing his purpling skin comfortingly. "You don't have to be sorry," you say softly, "I just ... I didn't ..." You pause, dropping his hand back in his thigh, and kneel between his legs. "I didn't know you could be that kind of hot," you confess, smile fighting its way onto your face. You let out a breathless chuckle, cutting it short when you bite your lip. So, Mark pulls it from your teeth, palm brushing into your cheek. "You ... were really ... sexy." You run your hand up and down his inner thigh, and his knee twitches. "Normally, you, um, you use your words." You look up at him through your lases, teetering on your knees, still wearing that short, satin dress he bought, the loose neckline swaying teasingly. "And you're really good with your words."

Mark bites his lip this time, shifting his hips down the toilet seat on where he sits. "Gotta - Gotta defend my girl, yanno?"

You stand on your knees, taller, and Mark gets even closer, the two of you a magazine-width apart. His palm lowers down your cheek, down your jaw, settling above your collarbone. He presses, gently, at first, then squeezes around your neck, entire upper body shuddering. You breathe upward, on his lips, seam of your mouth breaking with each gasp, then move first, straddling his legs, drawing closer - yet so far - to his face.

"Well, you got your girl," you whisper. And his hand squeezes again, holding you at a distance to hear what you say, even though he keeps tilting his head across your pretty collar. "What are you gonna do now?"

Huang Renjun

You take off your couple bracelet, leaving it in the key dish by the door, before heading to work, and Renjun found it, an hour later, when he was running late to the office. He said nothing, that night, collapsing in bed before you even finished your evening skincare routine. Then, you changed your phone case to some new otterbox, replacing his matching universe one, as you both went out to dinner with Juyeon and Jun. Still, Renjun said nothing, holding the elevator door open for you and a few older ladies. The following weekend, he plucked up the courage, before a brunch date, to bring up another couple accessory before you could show him its absence:

"Are you going to wear your ring today?"

You pause, in front of the vanity mirror, steel makeup spatula a hair away from your cheek, and look at him through his reflection. Renjun gnaws inside his bottom lip. He stands at the foot of your shared bed, his coat strewn over the neatly pleated duvet. Oppositely - as oppositely has you have been from him this week - you sit across the room, at the small dressing table, still wearing your bathroom, hair wet in the front where you have yet to blow dry. Eventually, after an eternity, you turn to face him, placing the spatula, elevated, on the open foundation cap.

"I don't know," you confess slowly. "Should I?"

Renjun inhales sharply. "It's your choice," he emphasizes. But he shows you his silver ring on his right hand, the accessory pinched before his pinky. "I'm wearing mine."

You turn back to the mirror and finish applying the sunscreen, simply nodding at him, acknowledging his statement - neither confirming nor denying your own end. He thinks you might continue like that - passive aggressive - for the rest of the day, through the entire date even, but you surprise him, rotating again. You sigh, once, breaking the seam between your lips, then close them again, tongue cleaning your teeth, obviously. He waits another second, giving you the space to organize your thoughts. And you finally speak.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, staring at the ground. You swallow thickly, just once, then look at him, repeating, "I'm sorry, Junjun." You swallow again, blinking more rapidly, and Renjun crosses the room to hug you, your hands instantly climbing around his waist as he cradles your head against his stomach, your tears ruining his button-up shirt. "I know that I've been impossible lately," you confess, "I just ... Seeing someone else hit on you last week didn't ... It didn't feel good."

"I didn't know," Renjun admits, "that you felt that way."

"I didn't want you to know," you muffle, pawing his shirt.

"But you have to tell me," he says, "when I do something that makes you feel bad, especially if I don't catch on in the moment. I love you, only you." He kisses the top of your head. The hostess, at dinner last week, hit on him when she thought he came alone, but he was just reserving the table for you two; then, she persisted through the dinner, only stopping 30-minutes later, after you and he stayed later than her shift. But still, she left her number for him, much to both your annoyances. Though, it seems as though his annoyance wasn't evident enough. "Next time, I'll stop it sooner, I promise." He detaches your face from his shirt and cups your cheeks, thumbs brushing away loose tears. "Do you still want to go to brunch?"

You shake your head, no, and apologize, "Not really. Sorry."

"Don't apologize," he whispers, pecking you quickly. "I'll order us some fried rice from the restaurant across town and make it up to you in bed."

Lee Jeno

It happened a couple days ago, last weekend, but Jeno has been ruminating - through all the car rides to work, all the mundane chores around the apartment, all the lonesome meals he has to eat while you work from your office - about that barista who asked for your number.

You didn't hand it out, obviously, only shooting a raised eyebrow until you got your card back. And Jeno ... he kinda just clung to you the rest of the date - making you sit in his lap, head on your shoulder, arms tight around your waist, which had you asking to use the bathroom. He knows that his behavior persisted home, over, essentially, the week, creating this ... this distance between the two of you - during drama marathons when you would otherwise cuddle; during dinners alone together in your apartment, during sex, but he can't help it: he got in his own head about it. Not even rebuilding his LEGO bonsai tree could mediate his thoughts.

And he tried.

Jeno ended up going through the motions, blindly attaching turntables to tyres, while he stared more at the coffee table than pieces. Then, you came home, as he finished assembling the cherry blossom stems (he did the green foliage, too, not yet having a preference for either), and sat on the floor with him, leaning your cheek on his shoulder, nuzzling into his hoodie.

"I missed you."

Jeno shrugs, not enough to shove you off though because your cheek rolls a little further on his chest, immobilizing his left arm. "You saw me this morning."

"Yeah, but -" You slide into his lap, resting your head over his thighs. He lifts his elbows a little higher, as you squirm around, nudging your face toward the ceiling, though you stare at him, only him. It gives him some comfort, and his hand moves automatically, coming down to caress your face. "- I don't know," you confess, "I guess I just felt a little ..." You scrunch your nose, and he rubs away the lines in your cheeks, making you grab his wrist, dragging him onto your stomach, twiddling with his long, nimble fingers. "... insecure? Lonely? Maybe?"

"Is that a question?"

"No," you shake your head. You turn on your side, burying your face in his abdomen. Jeno drops the remaining LEGO pieces and threads his free hand in your hair, matting it backwards. You sigh, deeply, "I guess I might just need some extra support, or something, right now. I love you, you know."

"Mmhmm," he nods, because he does know, that you love him. "I love you, too." It's just that Jeno doesn't like the idea of someone occupying your time the way he should. So, he lays down on the ground, too, scooting back a bit until you're face-to-face, albeit upside down, like a Spider-Man kiss. And he blinks up from your lips to eyes, seeing you watch him. "I'm sorry," he apologizes first.

You offer him a small smile. "You don't have to be sorry. It's not your fault." Tentatively, you stutter a hand toward his hair, only digging your fingers in his scalp after he nods an okay, though he also confirms that he thinks it's his fault, from how much he has been pulling away this week. "I just need some extra support, if you're able."

"And if I'm not?"

You tilt your head to the side, and Jeno frowns.

"If I'm not enough?" he clarifies.

"Then," you kiss him quickly before he can respond, elongating it for another moment, "we can support each other." You hold his chin still, staring him in the eyes. "But you are," you enunciate, "enough, more than enough."

Lee Haechan

You should have stayed home.

Really.

Haechan didn't even want to go out, didn't even want to come to the restaurant. He was content staying at home, drinking wine from tumblers rather than these elongated goblets; he already bought you flowers. You don't need to hold a glass stem and drink wine over an unreasonably exorbitant dinner. He has the same wine at home(!), the exact same Boudreaux you ordered, and he can make a steak just as well.

Okay, maybe not, but he can have Jaemin make a steak for you just as well as the chef at this restaurant, or he could order it to home. Or you could eat the really good lobster that his mom made him take yesterday. And you could pop open the rosé, over rose-scented candles, instead of the cheap taper candle - a single one - decorating your current tablecloth. There are people, too, sitting so much closer than he would like, preventing him from having an actual conversation with you.

Oh, and it got worse when the waiter started flirting with you.

At first, neither of you noticed, focused more on the menu, debating between steak or mushroom bruschetta to pair with the Boudreaux you love. Then, you laughed at some stupid joke, politely, probably, if Haechan were more level-headed, less peeved, and the waiter started flirting more enthusiastically.

"Babe?"

"Hmm?" You tilt your chin at him, still swirling your wine, reading off the drinks list.

"Baby," he tries again, whining the last syllable further. And you toss him a short glance, smile extending longer than your gaze. "Baby," he sighs, "can't you pay attention to me?"

"I am," you answer, and finally put down the small menu, but you stay there, far away from him. So, Haechan stands up, halfway, pulling your chair next to his until he sits down with his arm behind your shoulders. Haechan touches his forehead on yours, making you maintain eye contact, noses brushing together. "What's wrong, my love?" you ask him, rubbing his free arm.

In lieu of an answer, he drops his hand down your knee, curling under your skirt.

"My love?" you try again.

And he stops moving his hand up your dress, stopping as far as your thighs separate, fingers itching toward your underwear. He exhales once, twice, breath shaking, then looks at you through his glasses. "I like it when you call me that."

"What? My love?"

Haechan nods. "Makes me feel like I'm yours," he mumbles.

You giggle at him, patting his arm. "Because you are, dummy." You peck his lips, falling back into your chair before he has the chance to deepen the kiss. He feels like he lost you again tonight, or like he has the potential to lose you, so he tenses his fingers between your thigh, opposite hand incidently rocking your chair up so high that you slide into his lap. "My love," your breath hitches again.

And Haechan nods, kissing your neck a little longer, tongue tracing his name in your skin.

"Yours." ♡

Na Jaemin

Honestly, he shouldn't be staring. But Jaemin could burn a hole in your head, or obliterate that guy you're with - Juyeon, or Juhyon, or something.

It was a coincidence that Jaemin even sees you here, at this nightclub, with an absurd ₩70,000 entrance fee. Mark only convinced him to go after promising to do his scut for the weekend.

That, and Jaemin may or may not have been stalking your Instagram; especially after you removed him from your close friends story - he knows, because Renjun is still on your list. You pushed him onto some other list with more people he couldn't see, not that he knew anyone on your following; you're not even really friends, just met through Renjun at some hookup party. And you do hookup with him, whenever he calls, which isn't as often as he thought, evidently, he considers now, since he apparently doesn't know what you do the other days of the week.

Like wear that black mini-dress while dancing on Juyeon, of all people.

Jaemin rolls his eyes and sips his beer, wincing in the same second when it touches his lips (Haechan is a liar, and he is not taking beer recommendations ever again). He has been waiting for about 15 or 20 minutes, for you to notice him, just acknowledge that he is here, in the same space as you, but you remain oblivious, sliding your arms in the air, shimming in front of Juyeon, who keeps trying to bring your waist close. It takes another ten minutes before he slams his empty glass on the bar, spinning around to trudge the dance floor.

Except, as he spins around, narrowly missing a line of Kamikaze shots placed a little too close to the edge, he bumps into you, literally. His arm swerves over your head, and he takes a step back to avoid making the both of you fall down. And you catch his waist, with both hands, a short leg stepping between his, for balance, his spinning head tells him.

"Jaemin?" you call, standing on your toes to whisper in his ear. Instinctively, he steadies your waist, toppling your heels down to the ground, leaning his ear to your lips. "Did you hear me?"

The Jaemin in question pulls back, slightly, his nose grazing yours. He flickers his eyes up and finds you staring at him, granted less intense than he had been, breath hitched at the back of your mouth, slowly scanning his entire face. Jaemin brushes your hair behind your ear, needlessly, most of it tied up. The glitter stickers highlight the actual makeup high on your cheekbones, under the blue false lashes mixed in with brown ones. His hand lingers over your face, wrist tilting head back, chin up, long fingers making you stand still, gaze dipping back and forth between your lips and eyes. And fortunately, all the other couples - whether they came together or hooked up - blend you two with the rest of the crowd, little bubbles of intimacy keeping everyone separated. You all ignore each other, per atmosphere, so Jaemin takes the opportunity to kiss you.

"No," he confesses, pecking you quickly, once, twice, three times, dragging your neck along with every move he does to deepen it. "I wasn't listening." Jaemin breaks first, squeezing your waist tighter, because you might have to get back to Juyeon on the dance floor. And he closes his eyes, leaning in again, lips ghosting a breath over yours. "Come home with me," he asks, and he squeezes again. "Just ... come home with me."

"Jaemin ..." you start, but he kisses his name off your lips, even quicker, replacing it with a soft moan. He bumps you against the bar, his knuckles taking most of the blunt force, against the wood, holding you steady as he waddles impossibly close. You seem to respond, fingers dipping into his bicep, puckering back. Then, you shake your head, knocking him away. "Jaemin, I'm here with someone else."

"Don't be. Come home with me." Jaemin's voice cracks, "Please? Just be with me, not him." He squeezes you again, stuttering down your lips, slotting his leg between your knees. Jaemin peeks both his eyes open, just a crack, and finds you nodding at him.

"Okay, let's go."

Zhong Chenle

"Your shirt looks so nice," the girl at his left compliments, fawning over the empty seat, even though she probably can't see the full Go, Go, Power-Rangers logo under both his bomber jacket and the dim club lights. The sole light source comes from the shelves behind the bar on which Chenle leans, only his brown hair shining obviously as he nods, slowly, eyes trained on the path to the bathroom. "I'd love to see it more," she tries, leaning even closer, almost touching his arm.

Then, he raises his hand, sliding further down the bar.

And you walk toward him, waving, "Hey," all the way until you take the stool he saved for you on his right. You also grab the glass of wine he kept not-so-subtly hidden behind his elbow and eye the meniscus without looking at him. "Have you been drinking my wine?"

Chenle just smiles at you. His arm snakes under your arms, high on your torso, as he nuzzles into your neck, chest prepped to laugh, but you smack him.

"You can order your own!"

He kisses your jugular, just once, briefly, giggling more animatedly than he had been talking to the girl, who is still there (!) by the way.

"I did," Chenle answers, "but I think the bartender likes you more. He didn't pay any attention to me while you were gone those whole ten minutes," he pouts.

"Umm," the girl interrupts, "Excuse me?"

"Mmm," you swallow the remaining ounce of wine and put it back behind Chenle on the table, tapping the rim twice at one of the bartenders for a refill. You extend your arm for a handshake, across your boyfriend's chest, but she just stares at it, at your fingers, at the matching, dainty watch adorning your wrist, until you retract, both hands now resting on Chenle's shoulder. "Did you want to drink with us? We're just waiting for our table." You lean in closer, like giving away a secret, and Chenle laughs into the air, catching your waist before you fall off the stool. "We got here early for the cucumber martinis because they stop serving them at 7, and this one -" You point at Chenle. "- can't mix a drink for shit."

"Hey!" He pulls you upright, standing full in front of you, back toward the girl as he fixes the straps of your dress. "I spike your lemonades just fine." The bartender, who ignored him earlier, gives him a suspicious look, to which Chenle tries to wave off, showing that you are his girlfriend who frequents his home and has sex with him willingly. And he brings you down the stool, under his wing, incidentally flashing his inappropriate-for-a-Michelin-restaurant Power Rangers t-shirt. "Plus, I don't have to mix the Sauvignon Blanc when I cook you dinner."

"No," you crinkle your nose, pushing his face away, laughing at his pout. "You just make me wash the dishes." In the minute beat, you look back, over his shoulder, and see the girl finally gone, then you settle back onto the stool, pulling Chenle, by his open jacket, between your legs. "Oh, no," you feign, pouting and running your hands down his sides, "Your new friend left. Do you think it was my fault?"

Chenle kisses the top of your head, giggling into your hair. "Were you jealous?" he teases. You don't answer; you just bite your lip and trap him tighter, heels almost making him plié before you, fists wrinkling his shirt. "You don't have anything to worry about, princess," he whispers and pecks you quickly. "You're my one and only. I wouldn't do anything to create a misunderstanding like that." He kisses you deeper, attaching his hands down your waist, rubbing circles with his thumbs, as you wrap your arms around his neck, half standing off the chair to kiss him better, the sweet red wine taste staining your tongue. "With anyone," he clarifies, palm caressing your cheek, to stop you from jumping his bones in this very public bar-restaurant. "You know you're my girl."

He kisses you again, pressing your back into the bar, folding your neck 90-degrees against your spine. Your chin rolls around, letting out a silent open-mouthed moan, and Chenle slips his tongue down your throat, dissipating that sweet, dry flavor off your lips, gently breathing life back into your mouth. He rubs the hair in front of your ear, thumb growing outward to draw his three-letter initials on your cheeks. You kick your leg up, inner thigh resting on his outer one. He feels your dress slip up, shorter, over his pants, and whimpers a small praise about your soft lips.

Then, the bartender who shows you a little too much favoritism comes back, tapping your cup on the counter, and Chenle, panting, shields you away from the new glass of wine, frowning at all five ounces.

"On second thought, maybe we should just go home."

Park Jisung

Jisung pulls you into his chest, around your shoulders, spinning you until your back faces that bartender, the one at whom he glares.

"How's your drink, baby?" he asks through shaky breath, teeth gritted. Jisung puffs out his chest too, while you finish another sip, nearly moaning, and pushes his thumb into his pocket, readjusting the front of his leather pants that you hide.

"Mmm, fresh,." you answer, obliviously, wiping the corner of your mouth with your index finger, platinum couple ring shining a few digits down under the colorful changing lights. You smack your painted pink lips together, loud enough for him to hear above the club music. "Can't even taste the vodka, really, and -" You raise the small glass to his lips, prompting him to sample your free drink, too, which he does, tongue pushing back on the rip before you spill all over his white shirt. "- the cucumbers are still crisp."

Jisung nods, a slice hitting his top lip. He has to hold your wrist still when you start trembling, splashing a drop of alcohol on his chest. You do nothing about it, simply curling into his torso, an arm belting behind his waist, feet waddling around his, resting your cheek between his open jacket zippers.

"Better be," he mumbles, chest vibrating.

"What was that?" you ask, almost innocently, staring at him through your eyelashes, cucumber martini glass finding your hand behind his back. And he wonders whether you looked at that guy - the bartender - like this, wide-eyed and pouting, tongue poking through the seam of your lips, when you got this free drink, never mind tonight's sample offer over the experimental martini. "Ji...sung," you hiccup between his name, placing a hand over his chest, his heart.

But he frowns, even deeper, and takes down your hand. A little too forcefully, given the way you step back, on your own, wobbling backwards over your heels. You tilt your head to the side, not-so-subtly checking him out, and raise an eyebrow. Jisung doesn't bother to look at you, simply inhaling, raising his broad shoulders taller. He rolls his eyes to the right, incidentally at the bar, with the bartender. And he glares again.

Jisung tightens his arm around your waist. And he knows - he knows how this looks: possessive, possibly overbearing, protective, which is what he half-wants. He also knows that he indirectly tells you not to touch, despite holding you closer, his fingers clenching into a fist that pushes you deeper into his wide chest. You hand balances over his pec to keep you both balanced upright without anything behind him to catch either of you from falling.

But he mumbles, "Don't touch," teeth nearly scraping each other, individually, and, again, he takes your hand down, making you frown as equally deep, though your brows furrow as high as your gaze. You wrap all your fingers around your cup, and he curls his hands into your dress, digging toward the hem, incidentally pulling the material up, just below your underwear. "I don't like you flirting with other guys," he confesses, eyes fluttering shut.

Jisung's hands grab you simultaneously, in the same way, one at your waist and the other at your neck; your own hands bracing your cup against his chest. He sighs, dropping his chin down your cheek, pressing a kiss behind your ear. Your drink is still an inconvenience. So, Jisung takes it, placing it on a random table, then drags you into a private room and jostles you against the door, accidentally increasing the distance. He just moved too fast, and you still comply, not touching him. In the wait, you lick your lips, chest heaving high. And he pushes you backwards again, slower this time, by your hips, guiding you onto a firm surface as he descends. He stops halfway, drawing back a millimeter on his next breath, flickering his eyes at yours. They're already closed. So, he leans in.

"You should only be flirting with me."

And he almost closes his eyes, too, pausing halfway again to watch you anticipate his kiss, teetering on your toes, fingers twitching toward him. The urge to blink forces him to look away before he sees you pout, equally. But he feels it.

Jisung feels the way you roll around your head as he opens his mouth wide, searching for the best angle to kiss you. He puckers his lips sideways, simply pressing on your mouth, almost cutting off your response (if you were going to say anything). And when you gasp, silently, letting him sneak his bottom lip between your teeth, he cracks open his eyes, only slightly, enough to make sure that you're enjoying this, enjoying him, only him. You bite him on a close, barely using your teeth to keep him from leaving again, and he runs his thumb along the side of your face, outside your ear, long fingers supporting your head when you falter.

But you don't pull away.

Instead, you fist his shirt, incidentally pulling it from his pants. And he drives you into the wall, changing the slope of his nose, reflecting it over yours on the other side, brows falling further. Jisung catches you right as you lick your lips and sucks your tongue in his mouth. You mewl, breathless, something audible - although incoherent - finally escaping. And he returns it, moaning an mmmh. His hand at your waist, hits the wall, bracing himself from going too far, moving too fast. You drag him closer, one thigh between your legs, fingers touching his Adonis belt.

And he has to pull away first.

"I don't like you flirting with other guys," he repeats, more winded this time.

"You're the only guy I want to flirt with, Jisung."

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[thatsatricky1]

𝐀𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 || 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Abandoned. After going through hell and back together, she was left there to fend for herself. Y/n felt as though they’d left her in the dust at the facility. A facility that had taken young gifted children raising them in secret. The eight of them had been taken as children and grown up together at the facility and just when it they had the chance of escaping they made one crucial mistake, leaving her behind in the dust. One big mistake they hadn’t forgiven themselves for, and she would make sure they’d never forget it.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Nct Dream ot7 x Reader.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Angst, Fluff, Mystery, Psychological, Supernatural, Thriller, Trauma, Weird Humor.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Slight gore, mentions of blood, mentions of being wounded, angst, abandonment.

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: This does not depict an accurate picture of Nct Dream and this is strictly fantasy/fiction for entertainment purposes.

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[xrenjunniesx]

can you write a smut abt renjun please? 🥹 i don’t have an exact topic in mind haha

make out

w/renjun

i don’t write smut (don’t know how and never have sooo) but how about a make out..

suggestive content ahead.

the both of you had been friends for roughly a year, but the friendship had blossomed quickly and within a few months he became a close friend of yours.

but in his eyes, he felt something more than just friendly platonic love for you. so when everyone started to leave your apartment after a friendly gathering, he offered to stay and help clean up.

you were so thankful for his help since it was all cleaned up so quickly compared to when you would have done it yourself. you wanted to pay him back, but you felt a bit unsure how.

“I’ll have you pay you back one day. if you ever need help just let me know.”

you say, glancing at him as you put the last of the clean dishes away into the cupboard.

he stood there in the kitchen, leaning against a cupboard with his arms crossed as he eyed you. his mind reeling with ideas of what he could do with you if you gave him the chance.

“you can help me now.. if you want.”

“oh? with what?”

you closed the cupboard and looked back at him, seeing how he was blatantly eyeing you up and down.

“a little kiss never hurt nobody.”

your eyes widened as he pushed himself off the cupboard and began walking over towards you.

“what? renjun..” You say, barely above a whisper. he was approaching so quickly that within a second in was in front of you, face leaning near yours and you were cornered.

“do you want to kiss?”

you stayed silent, staring at him with wide eyes as his gaze flickered between your lips and eyes. “yes or no?” he asked again, standing up a bit straighter and moving back slightly.

“renjun I like you.. I don’t want to kiss you if it means nothing.”

renjun chuckles and brings a hand up to your face to brush some hair behind your ear.

“I have liked you since we first met. I would never ask to kiss you for no reason.”

you’re quick to put your hands on his shoulder and press your lips onto his.

he groans at the quick action but he was fast to kiss you back. tilting his head to the side ever so slightly to kiss you deeper. one hand resting on the back of your head and the other holding your waist close to his.

he pushes you back until you’re directly pressed against the counter, his lips never leaving yours as he tries to show you just how much he wants you.

you pull away from his lips, breathing heavily as you open your eyes to look into his. he was breathing just as heavily, his actions moving on the adrenaline of finally being able to kiss you.

he is quick to start kissing your neck where he finds a spot that has you making a noise he loves. you whimper, holding onto his shoulder tightly before you let your hands drift down and hold onto his biceps, gripping them.

“renjun.. oh god.”

you were so out of breath, but you didn’t want to stop. you had wanted this for long that when you finally got it you didn’t know how you would be able to stop yourself. though that didn’t matter because it looked like renjun didn’t know how to stop either,

“I want you so bad.” he said, pressing kisses along your jaw until it makes his way back to your lips. his hand moved from the back of your head down to your hip, where he pulled you flush against him.

“you have me renjun.“ you say, pulling away to look into his eyes for the hundredth time within the past few minutes.

he smiles, “I’ll take you on a date tomorrow. but first..” he holds onto your hand, taking you along with him as he walks out of the kitchen. “how about your bedroom?”

#nct dream #nct dream imagine #nct imagines #nct #nct dream imagines #nct dream suggestive #nct suggestive #renjun imagine #renjun imagines

[flashbangstars]

How People Found out you two were dating

NCT Dream Edition

pink ~ y/n

Blue ~ dream

Green ~ secondary character/another dreamie

Mark

"so um Jeno found out about us dating"

"oh, I thought we were waiting until game night to tell them"

"well yeah uh funny story, I tried to put my sweatshirt on at Jeno's house and your hot pink thong fell out of the sleeve onto his carpet."

"I WAS WONDERING WHERE THAT WENT"

"Yeah I know me too, besides that. Jeno got mad and lectured me on not leading you on if I had other girls I was doing stuff with, so I uh.."

"you told Jeno the hot pink thong was mine"

"yeah basically"

"and I have to face him on friday knowing he's seen my panties"

"to be fair he did say they were cute"

"you know that actually didn't help at all"

Renjun

"hey babe can you help me really quickly, I need help moving my monitor, the cord is stuck somewhere behind my desk"

"Y/n can it wait like 10 minutes"

"No it literally can't I have a assignment due in thirty minutes and I will literally jump off a fucking cliff if I don't get full credit for this"

"Nice Hello Kitty Underwear"

"Renjun you're the one who bought me these, you've seen them and taken them off me numerous times"

"oh he has!! has he!"

"go put some pants on please sweetheart"

"I'm so fucking terrified why were their two different voices just now"

"Hi y/n"

"I'm gonna start crying please tell me Jaemin didn't just see me in fucking hello kitty underwear"

"Y/n please go put some pants on"

"yeah....yeah I'll go do that...... Uh just so you know....im not letting him hit for free.....he did ask me out"

"congrats to the happy couple"

"fuck you"

Jeno

"so how did you all manage to fail the same test?"

"I cheated off of Haechan, and Haechan Cheated off of Jaemin, so its basically Jaemin's fault"

"hey I thought Jaemin knew what he was doing"

"Haechan, Jaemin never knows what he is doing"

"fair"

"oh fuck, I have to go babe I'm gonna miss the bus if I dont run, I will see you soon" *phatass smooch before leaving* *leaves*

5 minutes later....

"alright I'm back I missed the bus"

"DID YALL JUST FUCKING KISS?"

"....no"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO I FUCKING WATCHED IT HAPPEN"

"oh thats so crazy I think I just heard the bus, I have to go omg byeeeeee"

"so you're leaving me to deal with this"

"yes, bye pookie, smooches I'll see you later tonight, bye Haechan!"

Haechan

"are we gonna talk about it... or should I just ignore it"

"ignore what"

"im not following"

"are you two being serious"

"dude what the fuck are you talking about??"

"Haechan."

"what"

"you've been sitting in y/n's lap the entire time we've been here"

"and...?"

"we are literally just close friends"

"dog you are literally hand feeding haechan french fries"

"im literally baby"

"even that was a lot for me"

"im sorry pookie"

"allllriight get off, I wont be this couple"

"pookie did you just make it official!"

"can you please be normal"

Jaemin

"Hypothetically what do you guys consider too much for a gift for your significant other"

"well how long would you two have been dating"

"like 6 months...?"

"umm anything ring related, thats kinda scary, too reminiscent of marriage"

"well fuck"

"what do you mean oh fuck? what the fuck did you buy"

"a ring"

"what"

"what...."

"for who??"

"y/n"

"WHAT"

"Y/N?"

"WHY?"

"YOU'VE BEEN DATING FOR 6 MONTHS?"

"STOP YELLING AT ME"

Chenle

"the guys know you and me are dating"

"what? how"

"I got in trouble"

"what did you do..."

"they all got kinda mad at me and said I was kinda mean to you and asked what my issue with you was"

"and what did you say"

"please don't be mad"

"chenle"

"I told them not to worry because you think it's hot when I'm kinda mean"

"chenle"

they didn't believe me at first... and I was feeling pressured!...they literally cornered me!"

"chenle"

"so I showed them a little bit of our texts when you said...itwassexy whenIwasmeantoyou"

"run"

"I WILL TELL THEM ABOUT THE MOMMY KINK IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER?"

"run. now"

"ok!"

Jisung

"hey guys, just wanted to let you know me and jisung are dating now officially"

*shriek* "WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT!"

"Jisung what..."

"I DONT EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE"

"jisung park"

"please ma'am stop spreading that!"

"ANDY"

"I'm so sorry guys I dont know whats gotten into her!"

"jisung...She's literally your lockscreen"

"I literally have no idea what you are talking about"

"jisung I WILL do a coochie ban"

"this is actually bae 4 lyfe, she my day one and I worship the ground she walk on fr"

"thats what I thought"

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Hi! here is a little something from the drafts that is basically finished, I hope you like it! I am fr just getting back into writing so excuse any errors. But i hope yall have a good night/day!

#nct #nct dream #nct u #mark #renjun #jeno #haechan #jaemin #chenle #jisung #nct dream imagines #nct dream fic #nct dream scenarios #nct dream fluff #nct dream suggestive #mark lee #huang renjun #lee jeno #lee donghyuck #lee haechan #na jaemin #zhong chenle #park jisung #jisung imagines #renjun imagines #jaemin imagines #jeno imagines #chenle imagines #haechan imagines #mark imagines

[babbymochiiii]

⋆⁺₊⋆ NCT MASTER LIST ⋆⁺₊⋆

pt. 2

( 🔞 18+ smut 🧸 fluff 💋 suggestive )

⭐️ note: welcome to pt. 2 of my master list! here you will find the rest of the members that couldn’t fit on the first half! link to pt.1 is here!

✨main master list: here

requests are open! ⭐️

🐆 MARK LEE:

Temporary Flag Girl: Mark Lee pt. 1

↪︎ 1.2k words

↪︎ illegal street racer mark, reader insert, comedy, street racer au

↪︎ Synopsis: you become a temporary flag girl for his race.

Back Again: Mark Lee pt. 2

↪︎ 1.2k words

↪︎ illegal street racer mark, reader insert, comedy, street racer au

↪︎ Synopsis: you go back to the car meet after not going for over a month.

Hell: NCT DREAM

↪︎ 527 words

↪︎ high school nct dream, reader insert (non gender), angst, mention of murder

↪︎ Synopsis: NCT Dream realizes what they did last summer…has come back to get them.

Spider-Man Obssesion: Mark Lee

↪︎best friend! mark lee x afab! reader text fic

🦕 XIAO DEJUN:

🧸Runaway: Xiao Dejun

↪︎ 301 words

↪︎ non idol xiaojun, reader insert, angst, some fluff

↪︎ Synopsis: you had an arranged marriage with the eldest Xiao, but have been secretly dating Xiaojun.

🐴 WONG HENDERY:

Don't Go Insane: Wong Kun-Hang (HENDERY)

↪︎ 929 words

↪︎ incubus Hendery, afab reader, suggestive-ish content

↪︎ Synopsis: you swear you've seen him everywhere you go! Walking down the street, on the bus, wherever you are at he is there...but meeting him for the first time, officially, you find out he’s only just getting a hang of his new job.

🦊 HUANG RENJUN:

Hell: NCT DREAM

↪︎ 527 words

↪︎ high school nct dream, reader insert (non gender), angst, mention of murder

↪︎ Synopsis: NCT Dream realizes what they did last summer…has come back to get them.

🐶 LEE JENO:

Hell: NCT DREAM

↪︎ 527 words

↪︎ high school nct dream, reader insert (non gender), angst, mention of murder

↪︎ Synopsis: NCT Dream realizes what they did last summer…has come back to get them.

[ 11:10 am ]

🐻 LEE HAECHAN:

Hell: NCT DREAM

↪︎ 527 words

↪︎ high school nct dream, reader insert (non gender), angst, mention of murder

↪︎ Synopsis: NCT Dream realizes what they did last summer…has come back to get them.

🐰 NA JAEMIN:

Hell: NCT DREAM

↪︎ 527 words

↪︎ high school nct dream, reader insert (non gender), angst, mention of murder

↪︎ Synopsis: NCT Dream realizes what they did last summer…has come back to get them.

🐑 LIÚ YANGYANG: NO WORKS

🐬 ZHONG CHENLE:

Hell: NCT DREAM

↪︎ 527 words

↪︎ high school nct dream, reader insert (non gender), angst, mention of murder

↪︎ Synopsis: NCT Dream realizes what they did last summer…has come back to get them.

🐹 PARK JISUNG:

Hell: NCT DREAM

↪︎ 527 words

↪︎ high school nct dream, reader insert (non gender), angst, mention of murder

↪︎ Synopsis: NCT Dream realizes what they did last summer…has come back to get them.

🔞Discord: PARK JISUNG

↪︎established relationship idol! jisung x afab reader, pleasuring yourself while on a discord call with jisung, jisung being a dom bc yes, jisung commanding you on how to pleasure yourself, fingering, handjob, slight cum play? Idk if it would be call that but it’s something like that, squirting?

↪︎synopsis: you and jisung have a discord date where things take a turn.

#nct #kpop #kpop imagines #kpopidol #romance #nct smut #nct dream #smut #wayv xiaojun #nct wayv #wayv hendery #nct jeno #nct jaemin #nct haechan #nct renjun #nct chenle #nct jisung #nct mark #nct masterlist #wayv #nct dream imagines #wayv imagines #fluff #suggestive #smut masterlist

[moonlezn]

Ela quer, Ela adora

sinopse: renjun vai do zero aos milhões rápido demais após ter seu talento descoberto quando menos esperava. óbvio que ele leva consigo aquela que sempre foi dele, mas a vida nova traz dificuldades. o relacionamento vai resistir ao mundo que só existe do outro lado do túnel?

carioca!au fluff; sugestivo; angst

CAPÍTULO I; CAPÍTULO II; CAPÍTULO III; CAPÍTULO IV;

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[fullsunstrawberry]

Random NCT Dream Texts

[dreamie masterlist]

a/n: some of these were inspired by Pinterest

#nct dream #chenle #nct dream x reader #haechan #jaemin #jeno #renjun #mark #park jisung #nct dream fluff #nct scenarios #nct dream fake texts #nct dream texts #nct dream suggestive

[sooniessoulmate]

🌹🌹𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖐 & 𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖏𝖚𝖓 𝖆𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖋🌹🌹

𝔦 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔲𝔭 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔰 𝔟𝔠 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔞 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 ℑ 𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔡

𝔚𝔄ℜ𝔑ℑ𝔑𝔊 : 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔢𝔵𝔲𝔞𝔩 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢. 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡

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[fullsunstrawberryz]

NCT Dream:

sending them a random tweet

[Dreamie Masterlist]

a/n: thought these were funny

permanent taglist: @vvsmydiamonds127 (comment/ask to be added)

#nct dream #nct dream random texts #nct dream suggestive #nct dream hard hours #nct dream texts #nct dream x reader #nct dream reactions #mark #renjun #jeno #haechan #jaemin #jisung #chenle #mdni