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neopuppy · 5 months

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someone bringing up that blast from the past alpha princes jaemin&jeno drabble…. now i’m over here thinking about that jungwoo&jeno hybrid and veterinarian!yn fic we got a tiny taste of 🚬🤏

that was on my old side blog, I’ll post it here for funsies💚

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“Two of them? Why are they together if they aren’t related?” You question sorting through two clipboards laid out before you. Files for golden retriever and samoyed hybrids stare back at you.

Jeno Lee: 21, born April 23rd. Healthy pure bred samoyed hybrid. Found pan-handling near the beach with Jungwoo Kim. Displays codependency with the golden retriever hybrid.

Jungwoo Kim: 23, born February 19th. Healthy pure bred retriever hybrid. Displays manipulative tactics to get what he wants. Has run away from numerous shelters multiple times.

“Well, the samoyed does whatever the older one tells him to do. It’s like they’ve imprinted on each other. They’re not mates though, and have shown no sign of mating. The samoyed has not rut yet.” Your colleague taps over their sexual history. Jungwoo apparently spending many of his days working in and out of hybrid brothels. “Says he did it so they could survive. He’s a bit promiscuous if you ask me, be careful with that one.”

“Hybrids past 18 years don’t do well. What are we supposed to do with them? Especially two?” You step forward taking a closer look inside the glass revealing the two young boys sharing a bed. Both still in a sleep disoriented state with giant messy fluffy hair covering their ears. The blonde one must be Jungwoo, you think. Following his fingers skimming through the black ball of fur rested on his stomach. The other face mostly hidden still half asleep.

“Adorable right?” With a nudge into your side your assistant nods ahead. “But you’re right- it’s been five months now. They’re both a bit too old to be marketable unfortunately. We’ve had a few customers interested in Jeno, but as noted he seems attached to the retriever.”

As if he could hear you, Jungwoo’s head snaps locking eyes with you through the window. Hand protectively stilling upon the samoyed’s neck. He’s even more breath-taking front on. Sharp mystic eyes blink slowly observing you in return. Mouth puffier than usual after hours of napping.

“Is it.. safe to go inside?” You asks reaching for your lab coat. Both were healthy after all, no history with going rabid in their files.

“Physically? Of course.” Your assistant acknowledges almost sarcastically. A smirk pulling at her lip with a pointed stare to your chest. “But for your heart? You who just got dumpe-..”

“I get it.” You sigh, with hands held up. “I’m not new to cute puppy hybrids. I think I can handle a couple of dogs.”

Without allowing to draw the conversation back to your personal love life mishaps you unlock the door leading into the hybrids quarters. Jungwoo stiffens with a straightened up back, the younger puppy against him muffling in dismay.

Slowly approaching you smile familiar with the nature of hybrids. At times allowing them to scent over your wrist if they were too anxious. The retriever’s eyes dart around, pulling the smaller against him to sit up as well. Whispering something that sounds like- ‘one of the coats is here.’

Glancing up hazily the samoyed spots you, abruptly jerking up wiping his drooled over lips. They stare up cautiously, as if in unison their eyes bounce over your coat.

“Ah, not a fan of the vet are you?” You come to a halt a few feet away from the bed. Clasping your hands with a reassuring nod, you reach for your collar to remove the garment. “I come in peace, no poking and prodding today. Promise.”

The samoyed perks up immediately, shifting position to his knees breaking into a heart shattering smile. Eyes disappearing even more under the mess of hair covering his forehead. His teeth are sharp, small, features giving away his hybrid side. Tail swoshing around in excitement behind him.

“Wow, you’re really pretty!” He squeaks out nearly jumping forward. The older hybrid placing a large hand over his shoulder to keep him in place.

“Jeno..” he warns. Eyes slitting into an icy glare in your direction. “Then what are you doing here? Looks like another psychoanalysis to me. I’ll keep it short for you- no one is going to adopt us no matter how many tricks you teach us.”

Taking a seat at the end of the small bed and giving the room a once over, you note only one bed. It’s no wonder the hybrids bond had not changed since entering the clinic.

“I’ve seen your files, I wanted to introduce myself.” You calmly let them know. The samoyeds smile lights up again. Repeating your name slowly, throwing in another comment of how a pretty name was only fitting.

“You two have been here quite some time, haven’t you?” Solemnly the two agree, faces falling mournfully, trapped with nowhere to go. Both lacking any real training and life experience, unable to fend for themselves in this world; having to accept the lowest form of hybrid work: selling their bodies to survive.

“What if we start you both on some basic education? Enough to at least get you on your feet.” You try to sound encouraging, earning wary looks from the two.

“Can’t teach an old dog new tricks right?” Jungwoo offers, scratching the side of his neck as a blush rises up his cheek. “They want to boot us from the clinic or something?”

“Not necessarily..” you sigh taking them both in. Knowing the next steps would end up in turning them both into experiments. Breeding dogs to see what new hybrids the government could concoct for selfish needs. Hybrids often abused beyond acts of pleasure. Used for warfare or violent entertainment to bet on. “…but..”

“I’d rather live on the street. We’re scum to you humans anyway.” Jungwoo interrupts. Jeno huffing in annoyance at his side over how cold it gets, mumbling that he refuses to go back to that life.

“That is not true.” You protests, cooling yourself before continuing. Knowing better than to argue with a hybrid. “It wouldn’t hurt to try something different. Better than losing the little human rights you have?”

Jeno tugs at Jungwoo’s sleeve with pleading eyes. The older hybrids cheeks puff out rolling his in return.

“Fine, we’ll work on learning or whatever.” Jungwoo says, pausing in thought. You’re just about ready to celebrate in clap before he continues- “but only if you teach us.”

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Jungwoo huffs struck with boredom, blowing his shaggy bangs away. Ears fluffing up looking around for entertainment, ending on you napping on the couch. His back straightens, slowly crawling over on his knees. You were fast asleep after a long day at the hybrid clinic. You worked so hard, exhausting yourself physically and mentally dealing with abused hybrid’s day in and day out.

His fingers trail up your calve curiously, head tilting pondering if you’d changed into anything else under your robe after you’d showered. Washing away the days scent of many hybrid’s the minute you came home. Knowing how sensitive Jungwoo could be to unfamiliar breeds.

He reaches up higher, lifting a flap of your thick dark robe, jolting in surprise when the drowsy half awake puppy shows up behind you. “What are you doing?”

Jeno questions mid-yawn, thumbs rubbing his puffy sleepy eyes, having just woke up from a nap. All he did was nap when you were at work, such a lazy pup. Jungwoo drops the fabric of your robe, scooting back like he just got caught doing something he shouldn’t have been doing.

“I..nothing…I…” Jungwoo scatters, eyes shifting around buying time with an excuse.

Jeno sets down next to him, flicking his twitching ear. He sighs, dropping his chin to the older pups shoulder. “You’re such a bad liar.”

“I wasn’t lying.” Jungwoo shoves him off. Refocusing on your peaceful rested face. Annoyed Jeno ruined his chances to wake you up in such a stress relieving way. He contemplates for a second, licking his lips eyeing your exposed inner thighs. “Jeno..”

The younger yawns again, brows raising releasing a sound of ‘mmph?’ In response. Jungwoo breaks into a smile, nudging his shoulder.

“You want to see something? I think you’ll really like it.” Jungwoo’s eyes glint in excitement. Finally achieving some form if entertainment, he taps Jeno’s chin, nodding forward in the direction of your laying figure.

“What..” Jeno’s expression turns worried following Jungwoo’s movements. He reaches for the hem of your robe again, opening the flaps to reveal your bare core. Thighs slightly parted enough to clearly see your folds leading down to a tight puckered hole. Jungwoo sucks in a breath of air gazing between your legs, fingers snapping in Jeno’s face.

“Come closer.” Jungwoo orders, pulling Jeno near by his shoulder. The younger’s eyes widen, mouth falling apart, gazing at your most private area.

“We shouldn’t be…doing this..” he swallows, forcing his eyes to lower. A flush of heat rushing to his cheeks picking up the sweet scent emitting from between your thighs.

Jeno often snuck into your room once you’d left for work. Spilling your unwashed clothes from your hamper, sniffing and rolling around coating in your aroma. Whimpering into pairs of underwear leaving behind your most prominent scent. It slammed into him like a truck whenever you’d workout and let him hug around your waist. Cherishing each mixture of flavors whenever alone, daring to steal a pair of your underwear to drape over his cock; writhing and groaning, fucking the fabric trapped in his fisted palm.

“Should you be jerking off into the same pair of dirty stolen panties every night?” Jungwoo taunts, lip lifting in smirk. Jeno falters, mouth opening and shutting flabbergasted. He leans in to the younger’s black furry ear, whispering- “She let’s me touch her pussy all the time. She loves it, cries and begs for more. I know she’d love it if you gave her a kiss, right there.”

Jeno’s eyes nearly burst from his skull, gazing past Jungwoo’s pointed finger aimed between your legs. Large hand covering his shoulder gently nudging him forward. He gulps, shivering nervously, allowing himself to shift closer. Jungwoo reaches for your thigh to softly pull you open further. Both puppies gaze in awe as your folds open up, hole parting, shining enticingly.

Jungwoo settles next to the couch, hand splayed across your inner thigh. He looks up at Jeno seated between your legs, hands wringing nervously, chewing on his lip with an anxious bounce.

“She’s really going to love you if you kiss her right there.” Jungwoo comforts him, reaching closer to tap your clit. A muffled ‘mmh’ releases above as you stir and adjust your shoulders. Deep sleep from such a tiring day holding you captive. “Don’t you want her to love you Jeno?”

The puppy lights up, nodding eagerly. Always seeking praise, attention, pets and extra love. He sinks forward taking in a deep inhale of your scent, eyes shooting open as it travels up his brain. Horny puppy hormones shooting straight to his dick, awakening the feral dog he keeps at bay. His mouth drops, kissing your clit tenderly. Brows furrowed together in pain, cock fattening up between his legs. The dizzying scent pours from your entrance all the more as his lips brush around your sensitive nerves, drawing the pup into a deeper cloud of haze.

“Keep doing that puppy, she likes that.” Jungwoo encourages him. Tongue dragging up your thigh, nibbling soft bites along the way.

Jeno grunts, tongue lapping between your folds like a thirsty animal. Thirsting for more of your taste, seeping down his throat like the best thing he’s ever had. His grunts and ferocious ministrations grow louder and faster. Lips wrapping around your clit with an extra harsh suck.

Your eyes fly open in moan, back arching up chasing his mouth. Jungwoo bites down on your hip roughly, smiling as you look down and find them attacking your lower half. Bewilderment encases your slowly processing half-awake thoughts, spotting the cute ears belonging to your innocent pup between your thighs.

“Jeno?!”

#asks #nct hard hours #nct 127 hard hours #nct dream hard hours #jeno hard hours #jungwoo hard hours

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mazeofyeni · 26 days

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(🔴) ... [ NOW PLAYING ] THEKSTARNEXTDOOR !

( 🤍 ) ... outfit !!

they took off their shoes , making their way in the building, sitting down. "cece." the staff handed her a blanket to cover her legs. "oh thank you." she smiled politely, covering her legs.

"thekstarnextdoor4 , we're starting with the starting artist, we're off to a great start with nct dream!" they clapped; cheering.

"in season 4 the neighbors will join us, since it's the first episode please say hello with all your energy." Jonathan read from the card. "let's say hello 1,2,3.." jeno said. "to the world, this is nct , hello we're nct dream!"

they all introduced themselves, then it was her turn. "im cece, im happy to be here." she waved.

"by the way your video had the most views in season 3." he said. "i should really take credit." chenle said making them all turn their heads in confusion. "because i watched it a lot."

"you watched it 1.1 million times?" "it was so funny, i watched it everytime i ate." he explained. "is there anyone who didn't watch it?"

"jisung." they all laughed. "cece did you watch it?" chenle asked. "oh, um i didn't have the time." she laughed nervously. "but i did see different clips."

"let's move to your individual profiles."

"cece's k-profile." he read off the paper. "k-swindler" she tilted her head in confusion, laughing. "i don't like this."

"we have evidence here , of you wearing various clothing worn by your members." he flipped the book, the boys turned to her. "you told me you didn't have that." jaemin said. "wait , wait let me explain— the evidence is right there." jonathan said making them laugh.

"wait listen." she said. "go a head."

"sometimes i see something in their wardrobe that i like , but i only want to wear it once." she said. "yah you still haven't returned that." chenle pointed to his glasses she was wearing. "yes because im not done wearing those, now all the other stuff i returned."

"you still have that shirt, i don't have it." jaemin said. "you don't?" she said. "do you know where it is?" Jonathan asked, she laughed. "if he doesn't have it i don't know ." jaemin turned to her. "yah!" everyone laughed. "move on, quickly, please." she reached over changing the paper. "please."

"ciara you also send a lot of bubbles." she nodded. "but not intense bubbles." she shook her head. "im not good at them." she said. "fans says you treat bubble like naver." she laughed as he flip the page to the evidence. "you asked fans where can you get good pimple cream, you even provided pictures of the pimple."

she covered her face. "yah, her idol image is gone." jeno said , she slapped his leg. "so embarrassing." she whined. "but really they're helpful though." she said. "because it's gone now, i used a recommendation from a nctzen— ah why did i send that." she said. "at least your nose is clean." chenle said. "yah shut up."

"i heard it's healthy." she let a hum of confusion hearing jaemin explain why he slept naked. "it enhances blood circulation."

"that's odd." she said, hearing the way they all sleep. "this is why i live alone, imagine just walking into their rooms." they turned to her. "pervert." she almost cursed. "cece doesn't like to knock." jaemin said. "but like imagine having to look at—" the staff behind the camera look at her hesitantly. "I'm sorry." she bowed. "im sorry."

"cece i have a question." she looked nervous. "why do you look scared?" Johnathan ask. "your questions scare me." she laughed. "it is okay , it's okay." he said. "i have a question." she signaled him to keep going. "do you often get annoyed with them." she looked at them. "no i love them, they make me so happy."

"she says plainly okay." he showed another collage of her looking annoyed. "why is most of them aimed at chenle?" she laughed. "no it does look like im always annoyed."

"that's cause you are." jaemin said. "stop it." she pushed him. "speaking to them is like speaking to my brother sometimes." she said. "most of the stuff i say goes in one ear and out the other, and it's hard to control it." she explained. "you sound like my sister." johnathan said. "that's cause we realate so much." she said. "but why is it most me?" chenle asked. "because you're almost always doing something that warrants it."

"finally it's the reason you're here, introduce your new song for joining the beginning of season 4." he read, they let jeno explain it, then jaemin gave his explanation that made everyone laughed. "he's so annoying." she said covering her face.

"cece , you don't go on shows a lot , how was it today?" Jonathan asked. "it was so fun." she said. "will you be back?" she shook her head. "no." he looked shocked. "you can't just say that." jisung laughed. "she doesn't mean it." jaemin said. "she'll come back soon."

"maybe if this episode does good." she said flatly. "why is she so scary." she laughed.

"im kidding, i'll comeback soon, for now keep watching nct dream and enjoy our comeback." she finished off.

©️MAZEOFYENI

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jisung-shine · 10 months

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hope your healthy! could you do a fic about what nct dream would do if you had nightmares?

Anon, I hope you like this! And I hope if you're having nightmares, that they go away. Remember, they aren't your reality and I promise you you are safe and loved here! Stay safe.

This request was so wholesome and fun to write! Enjoy!

Mark ♫꒰･‿･๑꒱

Okay so

If you woke up from a nightmare

Whether it’s a recurring nightmare or a random one

If Mark was by your side, he would definitely comfort you

He would probably wrap you in his arms and shush you gently

Stroking your hair and reassuring you over and over again that it’s not real and that you’re safe in his arms

“Shhh, it’s okay, you’re okay”

Would keep the soft light from a lamp on if it would help you

Mark would definitely just try to make you feel as warm and safe as possible

And run his fingers through your hair to soothe you

Mark wouldn’t fall back asleep until he knew you had drifted back into a peaceful slumber

Renjun (⌐■_■)

So Renjun

I feel like he would have a more logical take on comfort

If that makes sense

If you had nightmares he would definitely first and foremost get up

Go to the kitchen

And make you a nice warm mug of hot chocolate to ease your worries

Then he would prop you up with a pillow, wrap you in a blanket

And ask you about the nightmare

Picture Renjun just sitting across from you on the bed, cross legged

“It’s okay, I’m here. Tell me everything.”

And after you finished explaining it to him, he would just

Hold you gently against his chest

And stay awake with you as long as you need

I love Renjun

Jeno (.◜◡◝)

Jeno

Is a heavy sleeper

Again the source? Trust me bro

Anyways so I think if you want comfort from Jeno

My dude you’re gonna have to SHAKE THIS MAN

Shake him

Don’t be shy

Once Jeno is awake though

He will ask you what’s wrong, immediately caging you into a safe little (muscular) cocoon and giving you a doe-eyed intense stare as you told him about your nightmares

He would get you a glass of water (stay hydrated)

And help you clear your head

I think he would give you his hoodie to wear

“Here. Focus on the smell of that, which is real, and not on the bad dreams, which aren’t, yeah?”

And he would let you sleep in his room for as long as you’d like to

Haechan ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

Haechan

When it really comes down to it, he’s a sweetie

A loud boi

A mischievous gremlin

But when it comes to his special person

He will do ANYTHING

So when you wake up one night and tell Haechan you’re having nightmares

He would not hesitate to squish you into him

“WHAT’S WRONG Y/N? DO I NEED TO HURT SOMEONE?”

Covers you in kisses

Literally just kisses the tears away if you’re crying

And he cups your face in his hands

Haechan just gets intensely worried when you have nightmares

He gets you a stuffed animal and lays beside you

Cuddling you and staring directly into your eyes

Whispering encouraging words until you feel better <3

Jaemin(◑‿◐)

Mr. Na Jaemin

Certified rizz master of nct dream

Anyways so Jaemin-

It would be the middle of the night

And you wake up from your nightmare

And Jaemin is already staring at you

Which is kind of scary at first

But he explains he heard you whimpering and tossing and turning

And the Nana Instincts kicked in, waking him up to make sure you were okay

Jaemin would immediately pull you in close

Cupping your face in his hands and whispering softly

“It’s okay, my y/n, I’m right here. You’re safe.”

He would make sure you both were covered with a soft blanket

And would listen to any worries you had in that moment

Running his thumb across your cheek and nuzzling up to you

He’s a real sweetie

Chenle ᕙ(‾̀◡‾́)ᕗ

So we all know Chenle is fiercely loyal

But also would beat your ass if you woke him up while he was sleeping

I feel like Chenle would initially be a little grumpy if you wake him up after you have a nightmare

But once his mind clears and he realizes you’re scared

Mr Protective comes to the rescue

Chenle would bolt upright, flicking on the lamp and pulling you against his chest

“What’s wrong? It better be something serious, it’s four in the morning…I’m kidding, are you okay love?”

Mixes in teasing with seriousness

Would joke around to lighten the mood

But would genuinely listen to you when you tell him about the nightmares

Protective Lele !!!

Chenle would definitely baby you

Holding you and even swaying you softly to calm your nerves

Running his hands up and down your arms as you shiver from fear

Chenle makes sure you know he’s there to protect you

And maybe he will let you hold Daegal to feel better

Jisung(┳◡┳)

Jisung is a little awkward sometimes

So when it comes to comfort, he would try his best

Wouldn’t be your conventional comfort, like some of the other members

When you wake up from nightmares, Jisung’s first instinct is to ask if you want some instant ramen

“The warm noodles and soup might calm you down!!”

And honestly, he might be onto something

Jisung would whip up a batch of ramen, spoon feeding it to you as you confide in him about the nightmares you’ve been having

He would also put on some soft music in the background, no matter what time of night it is

Then cuddle you against his chest, bellies full of warm food

Jisung would kiss your cheek, telling you that nightmares are normal and aren’t your reality

Another one to lend you his hoodie

Jisung would let you surround yourself with blankets, pillows, and his touch

Softly telling you random things about his day and his thoughts to help you feel better

#nct #nct dream fluff #nct dream #chenle #zhong chenle #lee jeno #huang renjun #jeno #nct dream reactions #park jisung #nct reactions #renjun #jaemin #mark lee #request #nct dream x reader #nct dream scenarios #haechan

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weirdkpopgirl · 7 months

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Promise | Jaemin Imagine #8

Title: Promise

Genre: Angst

Warnings: mentions of anxiety and breakdowns

Word Count: 1.3k

Author's Note: I'm aware that anxiety often takes center stage in my stories, and yet, here's another one I've penned, this time focusing on Jaemin. Drawing from my own struggles, I aimed to portray the challenges of being close to someone dealing with mental health issues. Even with a strong support system, it doesn't guarantee that your problems will vanish miraculously. To all those who grapple with similar issues, I hope this story encourages you to seek help if possible because you deserve happiness and good health.

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From the beginning, you and Jaemin had a fairly healthy relationship that was envied by your friends and family. Apart from the initial awkwardness (primarily on your side) during the early stages of dating, both of you treated each other with plenty of tender loving care.

You could truthfully say that Jaemin wasn’t just your boyfriend, but also your closest confidant. Perhaps it was the fact that the two of you had been friends for a substantial period before dating. Being each other’s partners allowed a deeper understanding of one another, resulting in almost no arguments between the two of you. That being said, because he knew you so well, there was one factor that occasionally led to turbulence in your relationship.

Anxiety has been a constant companion throughout your life. It was much like a friend you recognized as toxic but still chose to spend time with. Lacking a proper support system during your childhood, coping with life as an adult became significantly more challenging. For you, anxiety has been this silent struggle you had been battling alone. However, you didn’t realize the effect it was having on your otherwise, perfect relationship.

The irony was that Jaemin was the most supportive presence in your life. However, the issue lay in your reluctance to accept his support. Whenever you were in a state of distress, you tended to distance yourself from him and withhold your true feelings. He had witnessed you break down before, and it bothered him that you pushed him away.

One evening, after returning to your apartment late, Jaemin could see in your eyes that it was more than the part-time job that was taking a toll on you. He could discern from the restrained smile on your face that you had no intention of sharing it with him. At that moment, Jaemin reached the point where he couldn't bear it any longer.

The warmth of his hand atop yours gained your attention. Gazing at you softly, he asked, “Princess, can we talk?”

“Why? Did I do something wrong?” you responded with a tinge of concern in your voice. You searched your memory for anything you might have upset him, but couldn’t think of anything specific.

After taking a deep breath, Jaemin met your eyes brewing with perplexity. You had no idea what he was about to say, which made him briefly consider retracting his words. However, he knew that he couldn’t allow anything to stop him.

“It’s about your anxiety, (Y/n),” Jaemin began to explain, using his most gentle tone. “I’ve noticed how much it’s impacting your physical and mental health. And I think that seeking help from a professional can make a difference.”

Yet no matter how delicately this subject was being brought up to you, your shoulders tensed and you withdrew your hand from his grasp.

Your eyes flashed with frustration. “Jaemin, therapy isn’t necessary—I’m fine.”

“But you don’t have to pretend you’re fine all the time. It’s okay to ask for help and lean on others. I just want what’s best for you, (Y/n),” he stressed. He could sense you retreating behind your wall, and he refused to let you block him again.

That was how this conversation escalated into the most intense argument you had ever experienced with Jaemin. He made a sincere effort to stay composed, but it proved challenging when you continued to shut him out and maintained your insistence that you could handle everything on your own.

Nonetheless, voices were raised from both parties and the words that left your mouths stung immediately after they were said. So as quickly as the argument had started, it ended with you pushing away from him and storming out of the living room with your eyes glossed over with tears.

Guilt quickly consumed him and his previous frustration dissipated. After waiting a few minutes to give you some space, Jaemin quietly moved down the hallway in search of you. His feet stopped at the bathroom door when he saw the faint light seeping beneath it.

On the other side of the door, your shoulders shook as silent sobs wracked your body, leaving you barely able to catch your breath.

Eventually, you heard a gentle knock on the door. “(Y/n), please let me in.”

A part of you wanted to tell him to go away and leave you alone. You could tell by the tone of his voice that he was done fighting. Yet, you couldn’t convince yourself that you deserve forgiveness. Not when the entire argument was your fault. Even though he had been nothing but patient and loving, it was you who didn’t have the courage to acknowledge your mental instability. You were the problem.

When you didn't respond, Jaemin decided to take matters into his own hands and cautiously pushed the door open. Inside, his heart ached when he found you seated across from the sink, your face buried in your knees, every part of your body trembling. He hadn’t intended for things to go this way.

Without any further hesitation, Jaemin joined you on the bathroom tiles, scooping you up into his arms. The comforting feeling of being held made you instinctively cling to him. Your tears soaked his shirt, but that was the least of Jaemin’s worries.

“I’m sorry, Princess,” he whispered, his chin resting against your forehead as he stroked your hair. “I didn’t mean to pressure you like that.”

You grimaced inwardly as your voice wavered. “I'm the one who should be apologizing. I... I know I just push you away when I’m having a hard time. But you already do so much for me, and I just don’t want to be a burden."

“You could never be a burden, (Y/n),” the tips of his fingers lifted your chin slightly, allowing you to meet his sincere gaze. “You’re my everything, and I can’t stand to see you hurting alone.”

His simple, yet sweet words made you feel so warm inside. It was that moment you realized Jaemin was never going to leave your side, even if it meant seeing you at your worst. Your wall of emotions remained resolute, refusing to crumble any time soon. However, the better half of you wanted to let Jaemin break down those barriers.

Before you could say anything, Jaemin could feel the resistance in you slowly fade away. Your hand slipped into his, intertwining your fingers as you released a light exhale. “The idea of seeking help is terrifying. But if you’re with me, I think I can do it.”

“It makes me so happy to hear you say that,” Jaemin smiled and squeezed your hand reassuringly. “And I promise, we’ll face your anxiety together.”

Your cheeks warmed when he pressed a soft kiss on the back of your hand. Then, he leaned in for a tender kiss on your lips, his fingers gently weaving through your hair. Your grip on his sweatshirt tightened as the kiss deepened, conveying all the love and understanding that words could never fully express. Jaemin's other arm remained securely wrapped around your waist as if it could shield you from all your worries.

When you finally pulled away, tears in your eyes had transformed into tears of happiness. "I love you, Jaemin."

"I love you too, Princess," he replied in a sing-song voice.

In that heartfelt moment, as he held you close, you both understood that your love had the strength to endure any storm, even the ones that threatened to tear the two of you apart. Despite the relentless assaults of your own mind, the love you shared with Jaemin served as a reassuring reminder that you could overcome it all, together.

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traitor | lee haechan

title: traitor

pairing: lee haechan x oc/fem reader (no descriptions and no name but written in third person) | mentioned: huang renjun, lee mark, lee jeno, na jaemin

genre: angst, song-fic, friends to lovers to exes | requested and inspired by traitor by olivia rodrigo

warnings: angst, implied past bullying, implied past depression, assumed cheating, gaslighting, break-up, fights

summary: the worst kind of betrayals are the ones that happen unexpectedly and from the ones you love the most. Haechan never gave her a reason to believe he was a traitor. Their relationship never showed signs of cracking. But doing the most for someone you love doesn’t stop them from backstabbing and leaving you behind.

words: 6.450k

a/n: it took me ages but she’s here. there might be some mistakes bc while i was editing tumblr decided to don’t save half of it and i didn’t want to re-read it for the third time. i hope you’ll like it! let me know what you think with comments, reblogs or asks ♡

When somebody cheats, the partner always finds out. No matter how slick they think they’re being, at some point, they know. And the reasons why they don’t confront the other could be different, maybe they’re not sure, maybe they think they would never do something like that, or maybe they think that being hurt is just a tiny little price to pay to keep them.

The latter was the main reason why she kept her doubts to herself and never found the courage to face Haechan.

The signs were all there, they started to pile up one after the other, but when they became too much to handle she had to let go.

“What got you smiling so hard?” She had asked her boyfriend. They were sitting on the couch next to each other, the tv playing a movie they picked previously, but Haechan seemed more concentrated on the phone in his hand than on the movie, or her. No matter all her touches lingering on his body, or her jokes at the actor’s lines.

He shrugged, lifting a hand to caress her hand that was placed on her thighs, “Nothing, babe,” he replied, locking the phone and tugging it deep into the pocket of his pants. “Jaemin sent a stupid meme in the group chat, you know, the usual.”

And she hummed, shrugging it off, not paying attention to the hidden signs. The way he didn’t keep the phone in his hand but hid it away, the way his breath shook for a split moment or how his mind still seemed off somewhere away from there.

At first, it really did seem nothing. Jaemin would always flood up the group chat with stupid messages. And sometimes it happened to her too to get distracted by other things.

There was nothing strange with it.

Just like there was nothing strange with the boys’ nights out. She wasn’t jealous, she trusted Haechan, and only thought it was fair for him and his group of friends to go out and have fun. She did the same with her closest friends so it was something common in their relationship, just some healthy alone time with other important people of their lives.

If only boys’ nights didn’t start happening so often.

“I just don’t get it,” she said, nervously biting her lips as she walked back and forth in her room while Haechan was sitting on her bed, looking at her with an apologetic look – honestly, she couldn’t even get if there were any apologies behind his brown eyes. “Your boys’ nights out are on Saturday, why do they keep happening on Friday, too?”

Haechan sighed for the nth time that afternoon, standing up and walking toward her, trying to make her stop from walking around. “I told you, it’s not a boy out only, the guys also have some other friends and we’re just all hanging out.”

She scoffed, “So they are not even your friends, right?”

“Well,” he sighed, shrugging, “I don’t know, I know them, we got close with time.”

She sighed, turning around, throwing her hands up before pinching the bridge of her nose and sighing deeply and loudly again.

“Okay, what’s wrong, now? Are you going to do this or talk?” He asked, raising the tone of his voice and furrowing in annoyance.

She gasped, turning around again, “What’s wrong? I just… can’t you say no for just one night, Haechan? It’s literally just one fucking Friday for us.”

“I thought you didn’t mind me spending time with my friends.”

“I don’t,” she cursed, “but you are always out with them. And these are friends of your friends while, me,” she said, chuckling bitterly, “last time I checked, I’m your girlfriend.”

Haechan sighed, wetting his lips as he nodded lightly and walked toward her, gently wrapping a hand around her waist, “You’re right,” he said, caressing her cheek, moving her hair back, “I’m sorry, okay? I’ll tell them I have to pass this time.”

She wanted to get mad at his use of ‘have to’ as if he was being forced to do that but decided to let it slide. She didn’t like fighting with Haechan, and lately, those stupid bickerings were happing way too frequently.

“Yeah, fine,” she replied, leaning closer to rest her forehead against him and inhale deeply his scent. “I don’t like looking like a psycho obsessive girlfriend but I… I just miss you so much, lately, I’ve been barely seeing you.”

“I know, we’ll make it up this weekend,” he smirked before kissing the pain away. “You have to tell me things, though, or I can’t solve them. Promise me you will tell me anything?”

And she did promise, but the one keeping secrets in the relationship wasn’t her, so it was a bit hard to make things work that way. Especially in the long run. At the start Haechan tried to spend more time with her again, being able to balance the friend life and the love life perfectly, but then excuses started to collect, and most of them didn’t even match what the other boys would tell her.

“Maybe he fell asleep,” Renjun said, chewing the inside of his cheeks nervously. “You know, he’s a little stressed out lately.”

She scoffed, “he could’ve told me he couldn’t make it out of the bed. I’ve watched the movie alone after waiting for him outside for like a… like an hour? I didn’t even enjoy it because I had no idea where he was,” she sighed, falling beside him on the couch. “God, I have no idea where he is now.”

“I’m sure he’s fine,” Jeno tried to reassure her but was too busy looking at a vase on the shelf. He wasn’t even that close with her, he just came along because she called Renjun and he was with him. He had probably seen her three times before.

“Can you please don’t play with the vase, though, it’s my grandma’s gift, I don’t need more preoccupation now.”

Renjun glared at him, signalling him to back off, and got back caressing her back while Jeno lifted his hands and backed away.

“We can go see if he’s at our dorms,” Renjun proposed, “we didn’t sleep there tonight so we don’t know.”

“Yeah, maybe that would help,” she replied, trying to hold back the sniffles.

“We’ll call you as soon as we know something,” he reassured, leaving her alone again. But Haechan wasn’t home and he wasn’t even picking up Renjun’s or Jeno’s calls. It looked like he disappeared.

When two hours passed, she heard a knock on the door and got up immediately, imagining it was him, feeling so many different emotions bubble in her body.

“Hey,” there he was, Haechan standing there, looking at her with a sorry face, chest panting because he had probably rushed there and a bag in his hand. “I’m so sorry.”

“Are you okay?” Was the first thing she managed to say. All the anger, the frustration, leaving her body because she was more terrified something had happened to him than the fact he was basically acting like a completely different person.

“Yeah, I… I’ve been practicing all afternoon and I collapsed on the bed as soon as I got home.” Lie. Well, partially a lie. It wasn’t like she had to know all the truth. Knowing he stayed at the dance room later because he was helping out a new friend wasn’t an important part of the story, right? They just danced. It could’ve been even Jeno, it was just irrelevant.

She hummed, making room for him to enter the house. The text Renjun had sent her before telling her he wasn’t home completely slipped her mind. “I was worried, I thought something happened, you didn’t answer the phone.”

“I know, I was too busy to pay attention to it,” he replied. “But I bought McDonald’s,” he cooed, lifting the bag full of food in his hand, “So... can we make it up?”

“Buying me with food?” She asked, giggling.

“Well, it’s your favorite hamburger,” he said, pouting and batting his lashes. “Come on, you know I get carried away sometimes, but I really need to be prepared to pass the audition next month.” Haechan hated studying, but it wasn’t like his parents gave him the chance to pursue his dancer career so he had to make it all fit between a university major he couldn’t care about and the hard practice at night to follow his dream. And lately, he just had a special dance partner that gave him more motivation, leading to staying hours past the usual training hours.

“I know,” she said, kissing him slowly, “but promise me you will try to at least warn me when you’re too tired and can’t make it.”

“I will. Making you worry is the last thing I want to do.”

Up to that point, the cracks in the house they had built were already starting to show, small, barely visible, passing unnoticed. But no one of the two was suspecting anything. Haechan truly didn’t want to cheat on her. And she had nothing to worry about.

But then it happened.

When her name first slipped out of Haechan’s mouth she didn’t pay much attention, she didn’t even pay attention to the way he was stammering while trying to answer her innocent questions, almost as if he was hiding something. But she simply didn’t see it. There was nothing to see. Haechan was loyal, his charismatic and extrovert personality weren’t signs of being a cheater. Bora and he met at the studio and were partners, she surely wasn’t the first woman that danced with him. And she also seemed pretty dull, at least from the few answers Haechan gave her.

That was until they met on a Friday night at a restaurant all together to hang out. Bora was tall, fit, an amazing dancer that moved to Seoul to follow her dream, friend with Mark, and dance partner of Haechan and Jeno. A little bit too funny for her liking, too smart, too pretty, just… too much.

And she was also too close to Haechan. Her hands touching his, her soft smiles curling her lips at any word he said, her irritating chuckles at the unfunniest of his jokes.

That was why Haechan avoided her questions, because she wouldn’t have liked the answers.

‘She’s not even that pretty.’

‘She doesn’t even get my jokes.’

‘Yeah, she needs more practice.’

“Are you okay?” Haechan had asked close to her ear, turning around so he could only look at her.

“Mh, me?” She asked, shaking her head and zoning in again.

“Yeah, you,” he chuckled, “you barely spoke all night,” he said, caressing her hand on the table. And that touch, that usually brought her so much comfort, felt weird, almost foreign.

“I just… I don’t really know what to say,” she smiled fakely, “I know nothing about dance.” She was a history student, the things that got her excited were far different from pirouetting, popping, or whatever they did.

“We didn’t only talk about that, come on,” he said.

“No, sure, I…” she stopped, shaking her head.

Calm down, you are going insane. It’s fine. It’s all in your head.

“You?”

“I need more alcohol; can you order it for me?” She asked, changing the topic, making him furrow but then shrug.

“Yeah, sure.”

It wasn’t the time and place for a jealous scene, she thought to herself. There was no need to be jealous. Bora just happened to be an amazing dancer and an amazing person and that was it, and so were Haechan’s male friends, she was just like them.

But the anger and jealousy didn’t calm during the rest of the night out, she couldn’t help but stare at her, and the way she was always facing Haechan, smiling at him, a wicked smile that hid thousands of things she didn’t even want to know, or the way her hand tried to brush against his any chance she got. They were acting as if she wasn’t even there. They were acting as if she wasn’t his girlfriend.

“Can we go home?” She asked, finally speaking, probably for the first time in an hour when Bora snuggled her face against his shoulder for god knows whatever reason, probably due to a comment Mark made toward her, she wasn’t really listening, just paying attention to their body language.

They all stopped laughing, looking at her with a confused expression, Haechan included, that swiftly brushed her off and finally paid attention to her, his girlfriend.

“It’s barely ten?” He pointed out, staring at the watch on his wrist.

“I know, I’m tired.”

“Already?” He asked, lowering his tone and moving toward her to shield her conversation from their friends.

“Yes, I… can we just go? Do you hate spending time with me so much?”

“What?” He gasped. “Why would you say that?”

“Why would I say that? You didn’t look at me the whole night,” she snapped, voice getting higher and nostrils flaring.

“Oh, please, now that’s not true.”

“You know it is,” she remarked, raising her voice, making him turn around and smile awkwardly at his friends.

“Okay, let’s not do this right here, right now, okay?”

“Oh, sure, would never want our friends to know that we fight too,” she snorted bitterly.

He sighed, “I just think there’s no need to fight, you’re seeing things.”

“I am what?”

“Can we seriously don’t do this now?”

“Can we go home? I simply asked you this.”

Haechan huffed again, but fighting in front of their friends was the last thing he wanted to do, and also he hoped that she would calm down on the way home, but that didn’t happen. The silence of the car ride back to her place got interrupted as soon as they stepped inside. The main door slammed behind them.

“Who is she?”

“Who- what do you mean who is she?”

“For you, who is she for you?” She screamed, throwing her bag on the couch.

“Oh, god really? Are you seriously doing this? This is your problem?”

“Yes, because… because she was always on you and you – you looked at her, you looked at her with those eyes, with that look you never look at me like that anymore.”

Haechan groaned, offended. “What are you insinuating?”

“It doesn’t look like insinuation to me.”

“No? You think I’m cheating on you?”

She sniffled, turning around, not able to stand his gaze. His eyes were looking at her as if she was out of her mind, blaming her for being too emotional, for being the one that was ruining everything for not trusting him.

“You’re crazy.”

She turned around again at those words, staring at him in disbelief as she felt her heart clench in her chest. She wanted to say something but everything seemed useless. Why was he acting like that?

“You – you didn’t talk to me all night,” she whispered, voice clapped and eyes starting to get watery.

“You’ve been acting like a bitch all night,” he snapped, “and now I know why. How can I talk to you when you put a wall between us?”

“What did you call me?”

He rolled his eyes, “You know what I meant. It’s not my fault I didn’t talk to you.”

She fought back tears and lift her head to push them back, finding it hard to bring her attention to him again. “I told you I knew nothing about what you were talking about and you didn’t even make an effort to try to change the topic of the conversation.”

“Sure, of course now it’s my fault," he chuckled, walking back and forth, “You’re a jealous crazy girlfriend and it’s my fault,” he screamed at her.

“Fuck you! I never made scenes when we went out together, there’s a reason if it’s weird.”

“Is there? Or maybe you are just insecure?” He said, voice not loud anymore but full of bitterness, a defiant smirk on his face.

“Insecure?” She asked, voice trembling and body too.

“Yeah, she did nothing but be nice and here you are. Maybe you wish you were like a her, not a pain in the ass like you are.”

She tried to say something but those were the last words she was expecting to come out of his mouth. Why was he defending her so much? Why was he going all the way against his girlfriend for a girl he barely knew?

“I didn’t say a single bad word about her, I’m talking to you, my boyfriend, about us. This is about us.”

“I don’t know what to tell you then,” Haechan shrugged, drifting his gaze from her wet eyes.

She chuckled incredulously, “Maybe sorry would be appreciated?”

“I’ve got nothing to apologize for. You’ve been bitching all night, you made me come home so soon for this and now I have to apologize?”

“I just wanted to spend some time with you! If you didn’t start asking me dumb questions we wouldn’t be fighting but maybe right now we were in bed like a fucking normal couple!”

“Well, then maybe we are not a normal couple.”

“No, since I see my modern history professor more than I see you.”

“You know what? I won’t talk to you if you keep blaming it on me,” Haechan said, grabbing his jacket again and walking toward the door. “Call me if you seek some sanity again.” And then the door slammed behind him, leaving her petrified in the middle of her living room with tears streaming down her face, shaking hands and lips and a heart that was breaking more and more. And it was getting too heavy to carry around.

Two headstrong and proud partners don’t go anywhere. It’s impossible to meet each other in the middle ground if that simply doesn’t exist.

None of them was going to back up.

She had done that too many times, crawling, and scratching her knees to fix something he had broken.

And Haechan knew he was wrong, but the guilt was eating him alive, and so was his pride.

And just like that, one week passed, with silence, avoided gazes, switched seats in the two classes they had together, lunches at a different table, and no texts or calls on their phones.

“I’m sorry.”

Then it came. It arrived unexpectedly, probably for the first time in the five years they were dating.

Haechan apologized. Standing right behind her at the table of that library that was now her only safe place, with his big green hoodie, snapback covering his guilty brown eyes, and the dirty Converse tapping nervously against the floor.

And she wanted to fight back, to put him through half of the pain he put her through but she couldn’t. The possibility of losing him scared her more than now, opening her arms again, would’ve hurt her dignity. If she still had some of it left in her.

So she stared at him, trying to read his face, that familiar face that now seemed so stranger to her. She wanted to convince herself that it was all in her head. She needed to convince herself of that. But finding some truth, some honesty behind his eyes, and the way his fingers were playing with his backpack, was difficult.

“I’m sorry if you felt left out, I thought you cared about dancing after all these years with me,” he added, finding the courage to look at her.

She wanted to say that she didn’t feel left out, they left her out but now wasn’t the time and place for another fight. Surely that was what he meant, Haechan simply wasn’t good with words. So she hummed, trying to stop her lips from shaking and find the right words to say, something that made sense in the mess they were becoming, or probably already were.

“So… you promise she’s just a friend?” She asked. That was the only thing she needed to be reassured about. The only thought that ran across her mind for the past week. The only fear that made her cry at night while covered in his sweater she tried to cling to the few things she always had of him, feeling that just a blow of wind was going to take him away from her.

Haechan hummed, “She’s just a friend, you’re just being paranoid,” he said and then walked closer to her, sitting on the empty chair at her side. “Can we please make it up? I haven’t gotten a hug in a week.”

And she couldn’t do anything but smile, her lips mimicking the way his own turned up and his arms opened to welcome her in.

She fell into his trap again, not catching the lies, or the way he was shaking and not because he had anxiety to finally confront her but because he had started slipping.

Because during that week he didn’t miss her that much. Because he had been receiving countless hugs. Because he had spent his afternoons in somebody else’s company. Because they almost kissed and that made him realize he needed to redeem himself.

And from then on, lies became more and more. All the ‘I love yous’ didn’t feel so genuine anymore, and the hugs were weird, short, and cold. The hours together were boring and he wasn’t looking forward to them in anticipation.

And maybe there, he realized why he was stuck there. She became a habit. An old one, hard to let go of. They had nothing in common, not anymore at least.

She felt safe because she was there at his worst. She was there by his side when nobody else wanted to be associated with him. When he was a loser. When people took it out on him and the only arms he could run to were hers. When his brain was tricking him into thinking that life wasn’t worth it anymore. When he couldn’t find a reason to wake up every day, she became the reason.

But that was five years ago.

Now Haechan wasn’t that person anymore. He didn’t need shielding. He didn’t need to be protected, and comforted. He didn’t need any more savings. He needed to mirror himself in somebody that was like him with the same passions and needs. Somebody that lived for the things that kept him alive, and she, she wasn’t his reason anymore.

And since she wasn’t his reason anymore, she started to be pushed into the back of his brain more and more.

The clock hands ticking weren’t a reminder big enough that he should’ve been at the cinema in twelve minutes and he needed to stop dancing with her and rush home to get changed. And only when his phone started buzzing uncontrollably he realized he was late.

‘I’m sorry, I can’t make it.’ Another apology, or an excuse, followed by an empty promise. ‘I’ll make it up.’

And she swallowed her pride and told him not to worry. His future was important, and he couldn’t waste time. She would’ve supported him and been his number one fan once he finally made it as a professional dancer in his dream company. Because she was when nobody else believed in him and his dream. She would’ve always been her number one fan if only he wanted to.

But then it happened again, and again. And being so far away from him was harder than expected.

The morning texts weren’t enough. The classes together weren’t the type of time she wanted to spend with him. And the lunches at their table had shifted since Bora also started to sit with them.

And she wasn’t dumb. She kept quiet but she knew. She kept quiet to keep him, to hold onto an image of Haechan that now, she was more than sure, wasn’t there anymore. She kept quiet because not only it was painful but also humiliating.

And humiliation was what was leading her angry steps under the rain. It was past ten, and the cinema board was fading behind her as she hurried to his dance gym.

One hour past their date. One hour late and no text, no call. Nothing but silence. A silence that was becoming agonizing and too loud, full of his lies and her delusional thoughts.

And she couldn’t care that the rain was socking her clothes, sticking her hair to her skin and ruining her shoes, she needed to get this over. But hope is the last one to die, and a part of her wanted her doubts to be fake, she truly wanted to be the weird one that was seeing things. She wanted to believe it was just another honest mistake, that he was tired and had forgotten, that if she entered the room Haechan would’ve been alone or with their friends and not with her.

But it wasn’t like this. He was there with her, laughing carelessly, way too close to each other.

And right there at the moment, she knew that she wasn’t even crossing his mind anymore.

That flame of hope wasn’t big enough anymore to make her get on her knees and beg. She couldn’t close her eyes and pretend she didn’t know, she didn’t see. She needed to let go. There was nothing to gain from that, their relationship had crumbled apart, the pieces of their story were dripping on the ground like the raindrops were slipping down her coat.

“It’s not what –” Haechan immediately tried to defend himself when he saw her but she stopped him, lifting her finger in the air.

“Can we get a moment alone?” If this needed to end like this, if she had to be the one putting an end to them, she wanted it to at least be private. Because she had no idea what she meant to him anymore, but Haechan still meant something to her, what they had, everything they had been through meant something to her. So damn much that the pain she was feeling right there can’t be explained with words.

When they were alone, under the porch outside of the gym they stood there in silence for a while.

They both knew what was coming.

There was no need to paint the grey walls between them blue. It was raining outside just like it was raining in the home they had built in the past years.

And that was why it was so hard to say something. One guilty of not loving anymore, and the other victim of loving too much. A terrible match that shared too much of each other. A terrible mess that knew the other’s deepest secrets and highest moments. Half a decade passed in front of their eyes as they tried to come up with a way that didn’t hurt like hell to take all that time they shared and throw it in a bin.

“It’s over,” she whispered, looking at the ground because she was sure his eyes were lighting up, happy he could finally run to Bora without their story holding him back. “We are over,” she repeated, lifting her gaze, almost more to tell it to herself, to be sure she was doing this for real. To remind herself that all her doubts and fears and his twisted games were real.

“I don’t understand, why?” Haechan asked, mixed emotions running in his mind. Why wasn’t he feeling relieved? Why was this weird? What if he still cared?

She snorted before pressing her lips together to suppress any other sound to come out, the cold was starting to make her shiver but the way he was acting was tiring her more than the long day she had, than the cold and the broken heart. He was faking it, even now, even at their breaking point, he was pretending. Putting on a mask to play the role of someone that wasn’t him, the role of someone that wasn’t the person she used to love.

“There’s nothing to understand, just like there’s nothing to save,” she answered. What was the point in wasting her breath screaming at him and explaining to him what he did and what he was fully aware he was doing? She had spent months walking through his tangle of lies and shocked faces, falling into traps that now were crystal clear, no more leaves covering the big holes she rolled down into.

And when no other word came out of his mouth, she took a step back, the rain hitting her again. When his hands didn’t move to stop her, when his feet didn’t try to cancel the distance between them, when his eyes looked into hers and there was nothing in them she used to know. She realized that she had been fooled much more than she imagined. He didn’t want to fix this, he had no reason to want to fix what broke between them because he didn’t want what was between them anymore. He was past the state of mixed feelings, past not knowing where he belonged. He knew it damn well. And the place where he belonged wasn’t her anymore. It was waiting inside in a white room, probably praying for their downfall so she could finally have him.

And right there the tears mixed with the rain, he couldn’t tell them apart, he couldn’t even swear she was crying, not that it mattered anymore. All this vulnerability, all the things they shared, were gone. So she turned around, hugging her body to shield herself from the cold, her feet almost tripping on each other every two steps as her fogged vision tried to carry herself home. Heart breaking even more when she couldn’t hear footsteps behind her. Haechan wasn’t following her. Haechan wasn’t even waiting outside to at least make sure she wasn’t getting hit by a car driving by. Haechan wasn’t under the porch, he was inside again, with her.

She wasn’t his reason anymore. But Haechan still was hers. And she had no idea how she was going to cope with that.

Break-up pain is weird. It’s weird when you’re young and you know you have all your life ahead. You know it’s not the end of the world, and yet it feels like it. It feels like all you knew, suddenly doesn’t make sense anymore. It hurts even more when you break up with someone you spent so much life with. When you grew up with them and imagined having them by your side all your life. And it’s even harder to deal with it when you got backstabbed by that person. It’s harder when you dried all their tears, pulled them out of their darkest hours and then suddenly you meant nothing to them.

Nothing.

She felt like an appearance in Haechan’s life when after just two weeks he proudly showed Bora around.

Two weeks were all it took him to get over her and the five years spent together.

She felt like a forgotten bus ticket in the pocket of a coat hanging in the closet for the whole summer. A piece of paper that gets found, looked at with a confused expression and then gets thrown away.

But to her Haechan wasn’t an old, faded, ticket. Haechan had been such a big part of her life and she couldn’t understand how he could move on from her so quickly. She couldn’t understand why he wasn’t hurting even a bit.

So this pain was worst. Because it made her feel dumb, it humiliated her, it shamed her for all the things she let him do. All the red flags she chose not to see. All the lies she chose not to listen to.

And it made her wonder if she was so uninteresting. If they truly had nothing in common anymore. How it was possible to be so easy to be forgotten after everything? And doubts start to form even more, going back in time and questioning when it all went downhill. When everything started being fake.

But she couldn’t find an answer.

She couldn’t even find her Haechan anymore.

Surely that wasn’t the one she had fallen in love with.

Walking around campus holding Bora’s hand, moving her hair behind her ears, buying her food, dropping her to her classes with the risk of arriving late to his. He even let Bora sit at her place at their table. Slapping it straight into her face how he didn’t care about her. Bringing her around, replacing her so blatantly just to shut her down.

Probably that also was the biggest pain. Not only she had lost him but she had also lost her friends. Bora took her place in his life, in his friends’ circle, probably soon even at her chair at his parents’ house.

She had nothing of the old life anymore. The only ones that checked on her were Renjun and Mark, and the only one that still proposed to go out was Renjun. But she still sat alone at an empty table now and picked the farthest seat from him in the few classes they had together, and avoided all the places they used to go together.

And things weren’t going better for her. If in front of him she faked it, and smiled, and held her head high, in the privacy of her room she would fall apart. She couldn’t point out when the betrayal started, when his words turned into lies that then turned into daggers that made her bleed. And those years felt wasted. Five years she wasn’t going to ever get back. That made her realize that she also couldn’t let him take away more years of her life. He had hurt her, badly, terribly, but she couldn’t give him that power anymore. She needed to let go for real, forget about him, move on, just as fast as he did.

But she wasn’t Haechan.

“You’re avoiding me.”

Their last conversation came three months later, when all of a sudden she heard his voice again and, lifting her gaze from her phone, she saw him.

“I know we’re over but… you were talking with Renjun and then ran away when I reached you two.”

She blinked twice, shaking her head to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, or in that case, having a nightmare. But he was real, white t-shirt, blue jeans, honey brown hair moving in the light summer breeze and stranger eyes looking into hers.

“Do you hate me?” He asked again, so nonchalantly she wanted to throw the glass in his face.

How could he come here like that? With his head low, tail between his legs, and playing the victim.

“Are you serious?” She simply asked, too stunned to believe he wasn’t joking.

“Yeah, I don’t get what I did for you to cut me off like that.”

“You betrayed me,” she said, rising her voice, shaking visibly, feeling her lungs burn. Wasn’t it enough? All the pain he put her through. Why did he need to sink the knife deeper? “I know that you’ll never feel sorry for the way I hurt. Because you don’t care, you, you just don’t care. You never cared about me, not the way I cared for you.”

She sighed, shaking her head, taking a deep breath because she didn’t want to shed more tears for him, “And I can’t even blame you, I have to blame me for being so, so stupid, and in love. God,” she exhaled, looking back at him. “I wish you had thought this through before I fell in love with you.”

“I never cheated on you,” he defended, emotionless voice with just a hint of insecurity, a small tremble, at the unexpected way she was talking to him.

“I don’t care,” she said. “In two weeks you were over me. In two weeks you erased a five years relationship. You were terrified of love, it took you one year to ease into me and try to be in a relationship with me, there’s no way you fell in love so soon. You fell in love with her when we were still together. You… you probably did even worse.”

“No, I would’ve never done that to you.”

She hummed, hiding a bitter chuckle, “It doesn’t matter…” she whispered. “Nothing matters anymore. Not when I gave you my all, my youth, my support. Not when I was the only one by your side and you pushed me to the sidelines so easily. A kiss is not more painful than this.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, voice breaking in his throat as he started to slowly realize that maybe she was right. He did hurt her anyway. Holding himself back from kissing Bora when they were together wasn’t better than the thoughts that crossed his mind or the way he let her go so easily. He had cursed himself many nights for not even being able to talk it through, to end it on a better page, to let her down slowly.

She chuckled, “No, you’re not. I don’t want you to be, I wish you to feel at least half of the pain you put me through. I hope to pop inside your mind when you least expect it, when you sleep with her in our bed, when you let her wear your sweatshirts, when she cooks your favorite breakfast or prepares tea exactly how you like it. Does she know it? Did you tell her about how much you love it with those biscuits that are almost impossible to find? How it has to be green tea and not teabag but only loose leaf?”

Haechan drifted his gaze. She didn’t know. She had no idea what he truly liked. Or how annoying he could be. She didn’t know half of the things she knew about him. And he wondered if she would ever get to know him that much.

“I will never take you back, Haechan, not even as a friend,” she said, fixing her clothes and staring straight into his eyes. No matter how much pain it still gave her, or how painful the idea of living a life without him was. If he forgot about her so soon, she could do the same. She was going to do the same. She deserved better and she was going to find it. And that wasn’t Haechan, not anymore.

So she stood up, grabbed her bag, and looked at him one last time, “I guess you didn’t cheat, but you’re still a traitor.”

ENOUGH FOR YOU (sequel): here

#haechan oneshot #haechan fanfic #haechan angst #lee haechan angst #donghyuck angst #lee donghyuck angst #haechan scenarios #nct dream ansgt #nct 127 angst

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nctangelz · 2 months

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( 💚 ) LOADING … NCT WEVERSE UPLOAD - 03/08/24

nct: nctzens, please wish monique, nika, jieqiong, sooyoung and chaewon a happy international womens day! we love you angelz!! 🤍

NCT DREAM

mark: we love you soosoo! dream wouldn’t be the same without you 🫶

jaemin: wahhh, our beautiful sooyoungie!! im going to spend all day celebrating sooyoungie and our beautiful women nctzens 💚💚

haechan: sooyoungie, i hope on this day you feel appreciated and loved, and i hope all this love will fill you up and help you grow tall….hehe!

jeno: sooyoungie, call me and i will buy a delicious meal for dream’s cat✨

renjun: today, i will be nice and celebrate with sooyoung 🙂

chenle: emoji’s to describe our sooyoungie: 🤍🐱🎀🥰

jisung: sooyoungie - stay healthy and eat well~ 💜

NCT 127

nct_127: nctzens, please celebrate monique today!💚💚

taeyong: today i will clean moni’s car to show my love~ 🥰

jaehyun: be happy today moni! let’s make good memories today 🤍

jungwoo: relax well today monique!

yuta: may today be filled with smiles and laughs from monique!

WAYV

yangyang: let’s have a lot of fun today nika 🥰

kun: let us all celebrate nika everyday of the year!!

xiaojun: let me make you something delicious kiki 🤍

LEIA

ten: leia! let’s spend some time and celebrate!

doyoung: let’s celebrate angelz’ maknae today, cutie lihua 🥰

#2 posts in 1 day?#crazy #nct added member #nct addition #nct extra member #nct female addition #nct female subunit #nct female oc #nct female member #nct female unit #kpop oc #nct dream added member #nct dream 8th member #nct 127 added member #nct 127 female addition #wayv extra member #wayv addition #wayv oc

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neocatharsis · 1 year

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230327 JAEMIN IG Update

"Thank you for so much of your love at our first concert as 7dream💚 in Hongkong🇭🇰! We will try to visit Hong Kong🇭🇰 more often! Stay healthy and don't skip a meal😽. Love you all💗"

#nct #nct dream #jaemin #mark #jeno #dreamshow

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chaoshoranghae · 1 year

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Nct dream how they comfort

500 words

Mark,

honestly? He gets uncomfortable when he first sees you crying, he’s not good with emotion

he kind of just stands there processing what just happened

but once it's processed he's running around trying to find all the things that you find comfort in

“Should I grab Johnny or haechan? they make you laugh”

“do you want to watch gose ik they make you laugh”

he's texting 127 memenbers asking for tips and advice

Renjun,

I honestly dont know how I can see him as…

like he’ll def support you but at first i feel like it would be a bit standoffish

Kind of confused maybe

Like he's happy that we trust him enough to cry infront of him

Or shocked that we would go to him for comfort yk

But once he fully processes it

He's full on dragging you to the couch

Bringing both healthy and junk food

Asks if you want to talk about it first or give it some time

If you want to be fully distracted about it and not think about it at all

Jeno,

he gives good hugs, good warm tight hugs

Letting you sob on his shoulder if needed not caring about how wet it gets

Does want to know why like, from period or overstimulation and kinda just broke, or just something bad happens

He just wants to know why so he can treat it accordingly

He's better with the one on one talk instead

Would give you time alone and knows that you will talk to him about it if you want to

Leaves you in the room, brings food and water to keep you hydrated

Haechan,

this kid, honestly

I can see him crying with us

Like he sees a single tear on us and bro starts bawling

Like the two just hugging each other and crying

“Haechan why are you crying”

“I dont know! I just saw you-”

But hes also willing to go beat up anyone

“Who was it? Was it renjun? That jerk- istg”

“hyuck it’s my period”

“..oh.. Ill still beat him up”

Brings chocaltes and heating pads

Puts on your favorite movie

He never once thinks about leaving you alone

He doesnt even check his phone

For sure he would miss practice or a schedule

Jaemin,

he would bake for you

he might over do it with the love and comfort

he would let you play around with his camera and let you edit pictures

he would read the room and see what he could do for you to cheer you up

bake with you, just comforting,time alone if not all three throughout

he would also make sure to call you out tmrw just to give you a nice break.

Chenle,

he would take it easy

Day by day

Get you a spa day

And pretty you up

Let you cuddle daegu

He would try to comfort you but hes kinda awkward with emotions

But he wouldn’t try to butter you up and forget about all the saddest

He knows if you need to cry it out

But also I can see him handing us off to someone else

Jisung,

i feel like boy would start crying imo

If he sees you he woul get really sad

Pretend hes not affected by it

But cries as well

And its just you two crying on each others shoulders

And then you go out to a desert place together

#nct renjun #haechan #nct #nct chenle #nct drabbles #nct dream #nct haechan #nct jaemin #nct jisung #nct jeno #zhong chenle #huang renjun #lee donghyuck #lee jeno #na jaemin #lee mark #mark lee #jisung park #park jisung

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fff777 · 11 days

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watching the last tds2 show in seoul and i got to the ments towards the end. jaemin was saying how he knows that the fans put themselves through a lot to see them, that they stay up at night to watch their content, travel far and wide to see them, spend money on them, etc. so he knows that the fans love them, but he hopes that they can love themselves even more than that. and i was like wow, first of all, we know he's always been a sweet talker but even if it was prepared, that's such a thoughtful thing to say. i can say that for myself, if someone were to acknowledge my efforts and love for them, i would feel so appreciative. but of course jaemin always ends his ment with telling the fans to take care of themselves and stay healthy.

jisung also had a really romantic ment, where he thanked the fans for spending their time on dream, giving a part of their lives to dream. he also said that he knows nothing lasts forever, but he hopes that dream and their fans will be together to the end.

and also the way mark said his ment in korean then in english and after some nice words he just ended with "...yeah." XD

#screencaps & commentaries #nct #nct dream #na jaemin #park jisung #mark lee

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aehyei · 2 years

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ARE YOU NERVOUS NOW? day six in 31 days and nights with na jaemin.

📌 FLUFF WILL A LITTLE ASS TAPPING !!

pairing: boyfriend!njm x reader, genre: fluff, established relationship!au, a bit suggestive

TAG LIST FOR THE SERIES: @bubblegumjeon @dayandnighthyuck @airpodbaekuwu @sunshine-skz @jaeymark @luvrboyjeno @sunshinedhyuck @thiccfullsun @baehaechannie @champagne-n-yachts @bitchenderyy @frickyratz + if you want to be included, please reply on the original post!

“JAEMIN, NO.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Why not?” Your boyfriend asks in a sweet voice, pouting and giving you those puppy eyes.

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to not give in. Placing a hand on your hip, you gave him a stern pointed look. “We don’t need that many doritos. It isn’t healthy.”

Jaemin pouted much more then sank his teeth on his bottom lip, returning the twelve doritos bags back on the shelves but after placing two, you held his wrist to stop him. Confused, he tilted his head towards you.

“Twelve is too much but ten can do.”

Jaemin smirked softly then smiled when you winked. “I love you.”

“I know you do,” you reply, scrunching your nose up cutely. Then you looked back at your grocery list, crossing the doritos out. “Alright, now we need milk, cheese, and shampoos. I think yours is about to run out.”

“I wonder why,” he sang while pushing the cart, following you to where the dairy items are. While you were reaching for the milk on top, Jaemin couldn’t help but notice how your dress skirt kind of lifted up. He moved behind you, placing one hand on your waist as he effortlessly took one carton, checking it’s expired date.

“This doesn’t go until September.” Jaemin hums and places it on the cart with his hand still loosely on your waist.

It isn’t the first time you felt him this close, but then, why are you so flustered? You cleared your throat and covered your redden cheeks, moving away from his warmth to grab the cheese. Jaemin noticed your flustered figure and giggled, following you quickly.

“Am I making you nervous?”

“No.”

“How about now?”

“Still no.”

“Now?”

“Nope.” You reply shortly while placing the cheese on the cart. Jaemin raised a brow and slowly licked his lips, catching you staring at him before snapping out of it. When you walked away, he chuckled for the second time.

“And now?” Jaemin whispered by your ear once he was able to catch up, purposely making his voice raspier than usual. To match it up, he tapped on your ass with a cheeky smile.

“Jaemin!” You gasped, taken back from the contact. “There are kids around, control your perverted ass.”

“Eh, they’ll come to know these kinds of stuff eventually.” Jaemin shrugged, leaning in to kiss your cheek while he reaches for his shampoo.

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vergilthelibrarian · 2 years

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In Another World (Puppy)

So like this is just lil somethingsomething that I thought about writing. It’s hella short. I remember getting an ask where an anon said that I should delve more into the Romeo and Juliet aspect of Puppy and I’m going to do that since I’m back from the dead lol but anywho, here’s a little oneshot ^^

JaeminxMale!Reader ft.Jeno

You blink, startled as you heard a voice whisper from the rose bush.

Looking to where you believe the voice came from, your breathing hitched as a handsome man looked up at you.

"Who are you?" you asked.

A gentle smile grew on the man's lips.

"A familiar stranger."

Your eyes squinted slightly from his cheeky answer.

"'Well familiar stranger, if you don't tell me who you are, you'll become familiar with my guards." you told him which caused the man to chuckle, your heart fluttering slightly.

“Well how about this? I'll recite a poem to help you remember me.”

You eyed the handsome stranger suspiciously.

"Fine."

The stranger looked up at the sky, searching in his head for just the right poem to say.

Once he found one, his eyes went back to you.

“Believe me, I wasn't always like this. Lacking common sense or looking insane. Like you, I use to be clever in my days. Never like this. Totally enraptured. Totally gone. Like sharp shooters, I use to be a hunter of hearts... not like today with my own heart drowning in its blood. Nonstop asking and searching for answers... that was then, but now so deeply enchanted, so deeply enthralled, always pushing to be ahead and above since I was not yet hunted down by this ever-increasing love.”

You gasped, your hand slightly covering your mouth before you placed it back on the stone balcony railing.

Your mouth formed into a small smile.

"Ah! Now I remember you. Na Jaemin. The man who stole my heart at the masquerade." you sighed slightly, looking behind you quickly to make sure you were alone. "You shouldn't be here. If the guards find you, they'll kill you."

Jaemin chuckled.

"And if they kill me, all you need to do is kiss my lips and I'll surely come back to life."

"You and that sliver tongue of yours." you shook your head, smiling again before sighing once more.

"Jaemin-"

“I just wanted to see you. I know our families are enemies. If I could, I'd be a Na no more but... life isn't that easy."

Jaemin's ears perked up as he heard a voice.

"Hey loverboy, you should probably hurry it up before we get caught."

He looked behind him to see Jeno who in turn looked around.

Jamin nodded, his attention going back to you.

"Meet me by the river at midnight tomorrow." he said before running off, not giving you a chance to reply.

Jaemin and Jeno ran off, climbing over the gates that protected your family's castle.

As the two walked, Jeno notice how happy his friend seemed.

In fact, he seemed more like his normal self now since seeing you.

Jeno was worried about his friend.

Jaemin was a flirty smooth talker.

He can have anyone wrapped around his finger just from one word but it seems as though he was no finally wrapped around someone's finger.

The only thing Jaemin could even talk about after that night at the ball was you.

Jeno didn't think much of it at first until it just became too much.

Every time his friend talked to him, it was only about you and this began to worry Jeno because he knew this wasn't healthy.

After convincing him to just visit you somehow so he can actually talk to you instead of talking about your hypothetical relationship, Jeno thought that it would knock some sense into Jaemin.

It's wonderful to be in love.

But if love is making you lose your own sanity, is it truly wonderful in the end?

Jeno looked at his friend as they walked, a huge smile on his lips.

Jeno did get why Jaemin fell for you at first sight.

You were beautiful.

The most beautiful man Jeno has ever seen honestly…

He felt his heart ping.

Biting his lip, he swallowed down his slight jealously before congratulating his friend for having the courage to ask you out.

#I legit might rewrite certain chapters #but enjoy whatever this is #I’m putting yandere tags in here since this is just a little side story from a yandere series #Jaemin x reader #jaemin x male reader #Jeno x reader #Jeno x male reader #nct dream x reader #nct dream x male reader #nct x reader #nct x male reader #yandere NCT #yandere nct dream #yandere jaemin #yandere Jeno

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ohmygs-blog · 7 months

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omg hiiiii have u seen the “my k-pop boys” trend on tiktok??? i was wondering if u could tell us yours 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 ik we stan alot of the same groups so im curious and i feel like we all just love you and i would love to get to know u even moreeee

ahh i love uuu n yessss wanted to make my own so bad tbh ok before i get into this !! i only got into k-pop like two years ago maybe (??) during covid lol. watching bts npr tiny desk concert was my first dive into k-pop lol

anyway i’m gonna do my groups instead of years <3

nct dream ! mark & haechan & jaemin (chenles making his way up there) (and jisung) (and i’m in love with renjun n jeno)

nct 127 ! jaehyun & johnny (mark n haechan too but 😭😭)

wayv ! yangyang & hendery

riize ! sohee & eunseok & seunghan

……………

tomorrow x together ! SOOBIN!!!! & beomgyu (also the new concept pics??????????????????)

stray kids ! changin, han, i.n, lee know (his gucci shoot pls)

seventeen ! S.COUPS & jeonghan & wonwoo (would sell my soul for scoups. it’s bad. it’s not healthy anymore.)

……………

casually listen too / watch when i have free time

zerobaseone ! hanbin, gyuvin, ricky & jiwoong

le sserafim ! yunjin & eunchae

monsta x ! joohoney & i.m

ateez ! seonghwa (my main slayer) & yunho (i think he’s made this way up there idk ?? he’s been corrupting me lately)

bts ! rm & suga

the boyz ! new, younghoon & sunwoo & sangyeon

g-idle ! shuhua (need to be her fr)

#my anons <3 #abt me!#my rambles !!

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infinitydivine · 3 months

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hiii love! how are you lately?

I wanted to ask if you can do a reading on the love life of nct jaemin 🤓

Hello! I am fine and I hope you are alright too.

I wanted three cards but his guides gave me only 2 so we have to work with that.

He might have gotten into a new relationship or has a new love interest. Might be someone well-known? But this relationship is healthy and they both are being very cautious about this. This is not a deep connection tho, might be in the earlier stages of dating OR Talking stages. Yes, very emotionally fulfilled with this person and relationship.

#nct jaemin #nct tarot #kpop tarot #kpop tarot reading

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sweetlyocs · 1 year

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In A Dream - Phoenix’s Cut

synopsis: Phoenix’s words throughout the showing of NCT Dream The Dream Show: In A Dream The Movie

note: trying a new layout for Phoenix’s cut in TDS Movie! enjoy!

HER OPENING WORDS TO THE FANS

“Are we really doing this? Wah... A whole movie dedicated to the Dreamies for Dreamzens. I think my first thought was, are they crazy? We can appear really different to how the fans see us but I hope through this they can feel closer to us and understand us a little bit better”

Nodding to herself, she ran her hands over her dress to smooth it out, the white a striking contrast to her normal fashion when promoting. Thinking for a moment, Phoenix paused as she tried to come up with her next words,

“My hope, for us doing this concert or these concerts really, is that I just want us to be able to finish proudly. We haven’t stood on a stage as a team in front of fans for such a long time I think it will be really hard for us. I want them (the members) to be walking off stage and be happy because they did well and are healthy”

PHOENIX AND JENO

Her laughter was what was heard first, the scene cut from Jeno and Jaemin calling him stupid to her sitting in front of the camera.

“Jeno, he is really like the kind of friend you don’t know you needed. He holds a lot of strength in the team, but he’s very confusing. Did he tell you that the cutout on his shirt was his idea? When I saw it for the first time... But he helps us a lot, and he’s always so playful he really is our pup”

Somin was trying to stretch her legs as the stood on the stage, the poor girl having to do the rehearsal in heels for the first time was proving to be more tiresome than what she first thought it would be for herself. As they began to take a break, most of the members moved behind the stage to escape the burning sun and heat for a little while but she stayed put, “Are you coming?” Shaking her head she looked down, “I feel like my legs are jelly already and we aren’t even properly dancing yet...” Nodding Jeno walked over to her and bent down, “Up you go, we don’t need you burning out from this sun before we start” She climbed onto his back wordlessly as the camera captured the two heading off screen.

PHOENIX AND CHENLE

Somin was half hidden behind Chenle as he was playing around with Jisung, the girl fiddled with his mic pack before tapping his side and passing it to him. Grabbing her own mic from his hands she patted him as the two separated to their spots in the line up.

“Chenle used to be my baby before he grew up. I think it took me a bit of time to realise that he didn’t need me to look after him all the time and I couldn’t hold onto him as tightly. He is very caring to anyone around him, even strangers. I don’t tell him I love him verbally as much anymore because I think it makes him embarrassed now but I do”

PHOENIX AND JAEMIN

“The easiest way to describe my Nana? He’s like my fairytale love honestly. He��s so different and he listens to absolutely everything I say and pays attention to all the little things. Sometimes life just gets too much and he helps me find things that make sense”

Phoenix waved Jaemin over to her as she was getting ready to do the air lift jump, he smiled as she held her arms open. The taller male wrapping his arms around her as they watched and waited for her turn. He had already tried it and it was fun but nervewracking at the same time. His eyebrow however, lifted at the girl as she traced her fingers over his biceps, “You good there pretty girl?” “Mmmh, when did your arms get so big?” “Checking me out?” “No just appreciating” She smiled up at him as her name was called, “Catch me when I fall?” “Of course"

PHOENIX AND JISUNG

“Jisungie... Jisungie worries me. I think that I worry about him almost more than I do about Haechan. I wasn’t someone who babied him a lot but he’s still our baby you know? Everytime I see him though, I’m always wanting to tell him how proud I am of him. But he asks so many weird questions about life I get a headache sometimes”

Jisung suddenly sat next to her as they were in the hall practicing their markings for the show, the older turned in slight confusion as he made himself small on her lap. His legs bent as he curled into her stomach. Immediately her hands fell into his hair as she soothed and separated any knots that had formed from practicing. “Noona?” “Yeah?” “Do you think I’ll do good out there?” Her hands stilled as she looked down, his eyes were closed but the crinkle formed between his brows and his breathing was unsettled, “Ji, you could walk off that stage absolutely hating your performance and I wouldn’t lie to you when I’d say you were amazing if not perfect. I have all the faith in the world that you are going to do more than good.” “Thanks...” “You’re very welcome, how about we just stay here for a little bit? Noona will wake you up when we get started again”

PHOENIX AND RENJUN

Renjun lay in the clear box as they rehearsed Quiet Down, the girl casually walking over and laying on top facing in as he ran through the steps, “Can I help you?” “You ignored me last night when we were meant to sit and read” “I was busy” “Doing what?” “Laying in bed,” Sighing the girl tapped the box to get his attention as she sat in front, “Tonight, we are eating together and painting. I don’t care for how long or what but you need to let your brain shut down a little otherwise you’re going to keep overthinking and then you’ll be mad when you mess up. And use your legs less and hips more when you do the moves so it flows better”

Smiling, Phoenix shook her head as she thought of the best way to describe Renjun, “Renjun holds a lot of power in the team. Everyone wants his attention and to protect him. He’s very soft and sincere - I wouldn’t say innocent. He talks about lifes possibilities a lot and he puts too much pressure on himself so I hope in future he loves himself most and cares about himself most.”

PHOENIX AND MARK

Their voices constantly kept overshadowing one another as they talked with the team, the rest of the member stood idle as they discussed things. Mark and Phoenix had began to grow more frustrated with each other to where their tone was getting harsher and short. Eventually the two were pulled away from each other to cool down before they picked back up again. As they sat in silence avoiding each others presence, Mark let out a defeated sigh, noting how he hadn’t seen her eat anything the entire time they had been in the hall. Grabbing a few things, he came to sit next to her on the floor, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped and I really do appreciate your input Som” Nodding the girl took the water bottle he had opened, “I’m worried about you. Mark you’re not resting, both you and Hyuck are so busy that neither of you eat proper meals and now look at us,” “I know,” “Do you? I want you to be healthy and I want you to understand that us having this amazing concert doesn’t mean we have to jeopardize your health. Let us help you with carrying the stress, we’re a team” “You always look out for me Som, love you okay” “Someone has to, half the time it’s like there isn’t a thought behind those boba eyes of yours”

“Mark, he’s so precious. He’s the oldest but he’s like a baby. His mind is everywhere and thoughts are nowhere to be found sometimes, but he is the reason why we’re still here. Mark is our home, and we make sure to take care of him because without him we aren’t okay”

PHOENIX AND HAECHAN

“Haechannie, he is my comfort. Whenever he comes back after being away it’s like, ah okay everything makes sense again. He keeps us happy and always makes sure we feel energised. My favourite thing about him is probably his smile? Just seeing him truly happy makes me feel better”

Somin was walking around the stage as she watched the crew prepare for tomorrow’s concert, her eyes catching Haechan being projected onto the screen. Pulling out her phone she took a photo of him, turning to locate where he was before rushing over as she heard his laughter echo out from his mic. Standing back slightly she kept taking photos, now of the boy right in front of her. He wasn’t blind to the camera going off but he shrugged it off until he was lifting a brow in her direction as his conversation ended, “Trying to fill up your storage?” Shaking her head she simply sat in front of him, “Smile” Rolling his eyes he obliged, regardless of how confused he was. “Seriously though what’s up with you?” “You look happy,” “Okay?” “I don’t know it’s just, you just, I don’t know how to say it but looking at you right now? I want to keep this photo of your smile with me forever you know” Nodding, he slipped down to sit in front, turning slightly and pulling out his own phone, “Smile Som”

SOMIN’S INTRODUCTION

I think the best way to describe me is the calming voice of our family, I am your Neo girl Phoenix

DREAM’S WORDS ABOUT SOMIN

Chenle shook his head, “Phoenix is the best kind of crazy. She is so fierce in everything she does it can be overwhelming. But everything she does it’s always for other people so I hope she can allow us to look after her more” Nodding he wrung out his hands.

“My little love. I think she always fights to prove herself even when she doesn’t have to and she’s not afraid to love and that’s my favourite thing about her” Jaemin smiled as he spoke, looking down a little as his hand rubbed the back of his neck, “She’s always our biggest fan and she’s very vocal”

Jeno shook his head no, “She is the most powerful member in NCT, not even just in our team. Her mind is always ten steps ahead and she’s so smart everyone ends up just following what she says. She can be scary too which is funny”

“Noona, she worries about us a lot. Even though we’re all so close in age she always took responsibility for everything. If anything went wrong or if one of us got in trouble she always took the heat and protected us. So I always want to protect her now”

“Phoenix really matches her name well, she’s a rare kind of person to come across and it never mattered what was thrown at her back then or even now but she always comes back stronger than ever” Renjun fiddled with his ring, “She makes you want to fight to be better than you were and always makes sure that you’re loved”

“Som is I think my best friend, honestly. Honestly Somin is like my number one.” Mark crossed his arms as he tried searching for the words, “We are really similar but super different at the same time and she’s honestly just so cute. Yeah she’s mine”

Haechan laughed as he thought about how to describe her, “Phoenix is unlike anyone I have ever met before. She is very quiet but super loud and she’s so smart. I think if we didn’t have her we probably wouldn’t be as good of a team. She helps bring out the best in us”

SOMIN’S LETTER

Her hands were shy to open the note, Jaemin rubbing her arm slightly as she opened it and took a breath,

I was always worried about the person that I would grow up to be, but I feel like growing up and having someone like Phoenix unnie was what helped me become a better version of myself. I don’t know what my dream is and I don’t know if I will be able to survive as strongly as she has in this harsh world but everyday I wake up and am thankful that I have been lucky enough to hear Phoenix’s encouraging words. Words she says with love and belief that even the bad days become better in the end so I hope one day Phoenix will never have any more days where it’s dark but ones that are filled with only love and light. Phoenix, Somin, our dream girl hwaiting!

SOMIN’S ENDING MESSAGE

Dream will always be here, in your heart, in your lives and by your side. I think the thing that makes me understand how lucky I am is that I get to receive so much love and I hope that in a years time or two years time or even ten that people can turn around and say that they were proud to be someone who supported Phoenix

We are here together. We are NCT DREAM

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