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chenfleur · 1 year

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open the gates, let me in

summary. jeno always seems willing to do anything for you, and it takes a lot of inner nagging for him to finally realize why.

pairing. jeno x y/n ft donghyuck, jaemin

genre. fluff, college au, best friends to lovers

disclaimers. swearing, denial resonates so deeply with me its humiliating

word count. 4.0k

released. 02.05.23

author's note. feedback is appreciated! BAEKHYUN IS BACK FROM WAR 🙏🏻 WE CHEERED

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For what feels like the nth time this hour, a certain honey-skinned boy shamelessly rolls his eyes at one of his best friends. That title, however, is in serious danger of being revoked if he has to spend one more agonizing second in this store.

"Give me one good reason I shouldn't ditch your ass right now," Donghyuck jeers. His habit of poking his cheek with his tongue shines through as impatience radiates off of his body.

Jeno ignores his complaining, eyes diligently scanning the rows of colourful fragrance bottles.

He's quite overwhelmed. The labels, brands, scents, and undertones—they all mean nothing to him. The only thing he's somewhat familiar with is the brand of the cologne he takes a liking to, but the strong woods and smokes of the men's cologne selection is a distinct opposite of what he’s looking for.

It leaves him to stand cluelessly among the shelves of white flowers and citruses and berries, trying to pick out the combination he thinks you'd like the most.

"Where would you even go? I drove," Jeno deadpans.

He gently picks up a translucent, pale red bottle. Blood orange and peony.

Popping off the cap, he spritzes a tiny bit on his inner wrist and brings it up close to his nose. The scent is like a punch in the face, leaving him reclining back with a furrowed brow.

Too strong.

"We're going to be late to Jaemin's if you don't hurry the fuck up," Donghyuck says, burning holes through Jeno's skull before letting out a deep sigh.

"Can you just pick one so we can go? We look like fucking idiots here."

Jeno only hums, cracking a small smile.

He couldn't chide him for being wrong—the two of them look very out of place. Their sharp silver jewelry, inked skin, and dazed boyish smiles contrast against the dainty bottles standing atop the soft pink shelves of the women's fragrance section like black on white.

"Firstly," Jeno begins, voice riddled with amusement. "You don't give a fuck about punctuality-"

"Oh look at you, going off with your big words."

Jeno spins around. "Hyuck, you're drinking a matcha frappucino while looking like that."

He points at the green drink the boy was sipping on, the extra whipped cream he asked for contradicting his hard exterior.

Donghyuck scoffs. "Sorry I don't like to drink death in a cup," he drawls, sarcasm dripping off his tongue.

He breaks his glare on the black-haired boy as he sees two girls standing a distance away, his face doing a 180 as he notices them not-so-discreetly staring.

Smirking, Donghyuck confidently throws them a wink. He watches with pride as flattered giggles spill from their lips, before turning back to Jeno, who had picked up another bottle.

"Why are you even doing this?" Donghyuck asks out of genuine curiosity, though it's hidden underneath the guise of annoyance.

"Y/N asked me to."

Here’s some money. Get me something you think I'd like, yeah? you had said. Or something that you'd like. I'll still wear it, I don't care. I trust your judgment.

Donghyuck snorts. "I'm convinced you'd do anything for Y/N," he mutters.

It's an offhand comment, yet it makes the black-haired boy put his tongue between his teeth as a weird, sprawling feeling erupts in his chest.

The thought of why he seemed willing to do anything for you had never occurred to him. Not because the thought had never shown up to the gates of his consciousness—Jeno was uncomfortably familiar with the strange feeling in his stomach when you were around—but because he never let it in.

He doesn't dare to let it in, even going as far as telling it to leave and never return each time it knocks—because if he did, he would spend hours in this perfume section, legs going numb from standing as it invaded and overtook his brain, preventing him from getting anything done.

His eyes land on one last bottle. It's a clear one, with a clean, minimalistic label.

Lazy Sunday Morning. Maison Margiela.

Jeno repeats the action he's done with multiple bottles by now; spritzing the fragrance onto a new, untouched area of his inner arm and bringing it up to smell.

It's soft, it's floral, it's feminine. It infiltrates his senses in the way fresh, cotton bed sheets would. The soft sun after the rain.

It's how you look when he comes over to your apartment unannounced on a random weekend morning: wearing an oversized white shirt and a pair of high-waisted sports shorts.

It's the strawberry lip gloss that always stains your lips. It's your Hello Kitty pillowcase that you wash way more often than Jeno washes his, for which you constantly nag him for being unhygienic.

It's your flushed, red face at parties, your preference for tea over coffee—your smaller, softer hand grabbing his calloused one when he gets nervous.

Jeno thinks it's you, and he hopes you think it's you too.

He slowly turns around to Donghyuck, who's fidgeting with the tattered sleeve of his leather jacket.

"Smell this," he prompts, snapping the brown-haired boy out of his daze.

Donghyuck tugs at Jeno's arm, bringing it up to his face and taking a quick whiff before letting it fall. "Smells nice. I'm sure Y/N will like it. Now let's go," he presses, already taking off towards the exit.

Jeno only shakes his head, gaze falling on the bottle he held in his ring-clad fingers. He thinks it would look nice on your vanity, next to all your other bottles of products.

He doesn't know what they do, but they make you, you.

Donghyuck, whose brown strands are now dyed a refreshing purple, throws his head back howling with laughter as he sees you and Jeno approach the food court table.

He receives several displeased stares from nearby people, but he doesn't seem to care in the slightest, only being able to focus on what Jeno is wearing.

"Oh my fucking god, Jeno," he wails incoherently, pointing at his friend's pants while clutching his stomach. "What- what are those?"

Your choice to wear a pair of light-washed, ripped skinny jeans to come to the mall turned out to be a massive mistake. You're bitter towards the person who first said "beauty is pain" because of how miserably right they are; whose idea was it to make girls' pants so uncomfortable?

The walk across the parking lot to the entrance was enough for your legs to start screaming for relief, resulting in you pleading with Jeno to switch with you.

Jeno drops down into the empty seat next to Jaemin, letting out a deep sigh. He rubs at his temples as Donghyuck's high-pitched, maniacal laughter erratically rings throughout the air.

This is exactly why he was adamant about declining your request; Lee Donghyuck is an entity of pure evil, and Jeno felt the humiliation creeping up on him from behind like a tiger ready to pounce.

But as he always seems to do, he relented.

Now, his sweatpants sit comfortably on your hips, bunching up at your ankles while he wears your jeans, the pant ends stopping halfway up his calves.

"She was chafing," he mutters, referring to you.

Donghyuck laughs loudly and unapologetically, reaching down to poke at Jeno's bare knee through the large rips of the jeans. His actions result in him getting a hard slap on the arm, eliciting a pained "ow!" from him.

You give Jeno a sweet smile, slipping him another whispered apology before feeling a gentle tug at your wrist.

Renjun begins to drag you away from the table, mumbling something along the lines of "new premium watercolour set" and "20% off". Jumping up from his seat, Donghyuck follows suit with a devilish smile etched on his face, immediately asking the shorter boy to buy him a vinyl he had his eye on from earlier.

Jaemin watches as the three of you fade into the crowd of customers, leaving only him and Jeno at the table. As soon as you disappear from his sight, he whips around with anticipation. "So?"

A shaky blink. "So..?"

"So? Have you thought about what I said?"

Jeno doesn't respond as he stills, his lips pursed carefully.

Of course he had thought about what Jaemin said.

He tried his goddamn hardest not to, just like he has with every other possible reasoning behind his feelings that wandered into scary, uncharted territory—but how could he not? It wasn't something that he could just forget, like remembering to wash his socks or buying milk.

A week ago, Na Jaemin had brought upon him a revelation that was far too casually dropped at one of the group's regular get-togethers. It was like a silent bomb, and it had been doing no less than eating at him alive.

He wants to deny it so badly. In fact, that's exactly what he's been doing—denying its possibility of being true, denying its existence at all.

If it was going to slip through the cracks of the iron gates, Jeno was going to make sure it felt as unwelcome as possible.

And that's exactly what he does.

"I have," he begins meekly.

Upon hearing these words, Jaemin's lips stretch into a wide smile. "And?"

"...and I don't think you're right."

The lights in the younger's eyes flicker out just as quickly as they turned on. He doesn't even bother to hide his disappointment, giving his best friend a deadpan stare. "Are you serious?"

"Yes."

He was expecting this reaction from Jaemin, but he couldn't let it get to him. Not when he couldn't let the narrative Jaemin was pressing so adamantly a week ago be true.

A loud sigh rips through the air. "Jeno, why are you so in denial?"

"I'm not in denial. It's not true."

Jaemin leans forward, looking into his best friend's eyes. He could tell there was a deep, buried sense of longing behind those dark irises.

"Lee Jeno," he begins slowly.

"I have known you nearly my entire life. I have been by your side since we were puny, disgusting first graders, and I have never seen you be so caring towards someone."

Jaemin has always doted on you.

He reminds you of a worrying mother; a fairy who is always there to remind you to dress warmly and take your vitamins. When you had a fever, Jeno had knocked on the door of your apartment only to be let in by Jaemin, who had been in your kitchen making his mother's soup recipe for you.

Donghyuck is the playful, sarcastic brother you never had.

He's the one who always encourages you to down another shot, to get you to do crazy things like jumping off the roof into a pool. But he's warm when he needs to be; Jeno had walked in one night through the door of his and Donghyuck's shared apartment to find you dumping your emotions onto the honey-skinned boy's shirt as he whispered words of consolation.

Renjun indulges your passionate side.

You share so much in common with him and you value his opinion like a sacred script. He's your 3AM therapist for your woes, he's your debate opponent for any topic—he's the one who encouraged you to chase after your dreams when you had trouble deciding on whether to choose what your parents wanted for you, or what you wanted for yourself.

Jeno thinks he's just Lee Jeno to you.

The captain of the basketball team you met back in junior year of high school, who’s an architecture major at the same university you go to. Your best friend, but only if you thought so.

When it's about the others, Jeno seems to see everything—how they care for you, in what ways they’re integrated into your life—he doesn’t seem to notice how much he cares for you.

He doesn't think about how sometimes, he miraculously finds himself entering your apartment at the crack of dawn to remind you to bring an assignment that's due that day. And when you knock your hand against his, silenting asking for him to hold it, he’ll reluctantly put his cold, mysterious image aside to gently slip his hand into yours.

There was one time when you asked to go stargazing in the dead of the night. Despite the subzero weather outside, not an ounce of regret coursed through his body when he agreed to go with you.

He couldn’t feel his fingers when he was out there, but it didn’t feel like it mattered when he saw you pointing at constellations with a smile of pure euphoria painted on your features.

He doesn’t notice how you notice that he cares.

The way your eyes lit up when he quietly entered your room with medicine and a hot water bottle went unseen by him. You never told him that Renjun was only half of the reason why you chose to pursue art, and that seeing him choose architecture over the path his own parents wanted for him pushed you over the edge.

He seems to remember you curled up to Donghyuck's side, but not how as soon as you saw him walk through the doorway, you gently peeled yourself up from the couch, out of Donghyuck's hold to throw yourself onto him, because you had come to their apartment looking for him. For his hold, for his comfort.

No, he doesn't notice these things because he's selectively blind when it comes to the possibility of there ever being a 'you and him', and it drives Jaemin nuts.

Jaemin laughs, dumbfounded.

"For fucks sake, Jeno," he exclaims, dragging his hands down his face. "You're literally wearing women's jeans right now."

He removes his hands from his face, staring deeply into his best friend's eyes in a last-ditch effort to get through to the stubborn boy.

"You're in love with her."

"I'm sorry."

At this point, you’ve lost track of how many times those two words had left Jeno's lips.

The party downstairs blares in the background, though it’s muffled by the closed door. Jeno’s murmured apologies are the only sounds that fill the air, other than the squelches of water as you squeezed your shirt in the sink.

You turn your head around to look at him, a soft smile tugging at your lips. He’s sitting on the edge of the acrylic bathtub, sliding his rings up and down his fingers with a distant look on his face.

"Stop apologizing. It's okay."

Despite graduating two years ago, Johnny Suh still parties like it’s his full-time job, and being in his second-floor bathroom makes the room feel like it’s a physical manifestation of his spirit.

There’s two lights above the bathroom mirror, though one of them had blown its fuse. It casts a dim, aquamarine light that reaches every corner of the small room, highlighting the slightly frayed shower curtains and dark crevices of the floor tiles. There’s a few shaving products and the remains of a half-smoked blunt strewn across the surface of the otherwise clean countertop.

The reason why you and Jeno are in the bathroom instead of downstairs isn’t one the boy’s proud of.

You didn’t run into Jeno until around halfway through the night. They say you haven’t had the real college experience if you haven’t gone to a Johnny Suh party, and the flocks of people that covered every part of the estate prove how much people value getting their tuition’s worth.

A light sheen of sweat is apparent on your forehead as you try your best to weave your way through the masses. You don’t even know where you’re going, and you could feel it growing stuffier as more people spilled into the halls.

It’s only until you suddenly feel a piercing cold sensation on your chest do you see something other than drunk college students pressed together.

You come face-to-face with Lee Jeno, who’s staring at you with big, round eyes and lips parted in sheer horror.

You glance down at your own body. The center of your chest is several shades darker, a large wet splotch prominently standing out against the beige fabric of your long-sleeved top.

Your eyes dart between your top and Jeno’s red solo cup that had several droplets of liquid dribbling down its side. Realizing what just happened, you can’t help but laugh.

“Why hello to you too, mister,” you say between giggles.

Jeno’s face is flushing redder by the second, and there’s a big bump on his head from the imaginary hammer that struck him for being so stupid.

A few seconds go by of just him staring at you before stutters spill from his lips.

“I- Oh my- oh my god,” he breathes out. “Oh my fucking god, Y/N, I’m so sorry-”

“It’s okay. I needed an excuse to get away from all the noise anyways,” you cut him off, reaching for his free hand.

“Come with me to the bathroom?”

The words flow out of your mouth like a smooth, running stream; casual, and far more relaxed than the jittery feeling in Jeno's stomach. He doesn’t resist in the slightest, the feeling of your touch sending a surge of electricity up his arm.

Finally looking up from the metal around his fingers, Jeno’s breath hitches.

His eyes trail down your figure with innocent intention. The thin straps of your ivory, silk camisole delicately sit on your collarbone, your black miniskirt hugging your waist.

He doesn’t realize he’s even staring, not when he’s mesmerized by the slope of your nose, or the outline of your cupid’s bow.

There’s something that the aquamarine glow is doing to you that makes his jaw go slack.

Usually, he’d be alert, keeping his thoughts in check—but the slight intoxication seeped through him, and he can feel himself growing careless.

Jeno's hand twitches. You're within arm's reach, he could reach for your waist and pull you right into him—but he doesn't, because that would ruin the scene.

This scene of you standing in front of the sink, twisting your shirt in your hands with a small crease in your brow. It's so domestic, so perfect—he can't help but wonder what it'd be like to see you like this every day—

—and then, he hears it.

There it is, the violent banging on the gates. It echoes through the halls from outside, persistent and maybe just a bit desperate. Or, was it actually his heart thumping against his chest?

Open up! it yelled. You would do anything for her. You're in love with her, idiot!

Had it been his heart all along?

"There we go," you give your top one final twist, grinning with satisfaction as the water drips down clear.

You turn the sink off and unravel the top from its scrunched-up form, flapping it a few times to prevent creases.

"That should do it. Okay, let's go back downstairs. Hyuck bet ten dollars I couldn't beat him in beer pong and I'm going to make him eat his wor-"

Your rambling is cut off as soon as you turn toward the boy on the edge of the tub. He's staring at you with misty eyes, and you can't stop yourself from taking a step closer.

"Jeno?" you call, leaning down to meet him at eye level.

Eyes twinkling with mirth, you lower yourself into a crouching position, and your hand finds its place on his knee. You let your fingers drum on the fabric of his black jeans, musing your wonder.

"You're drunk, aren't you? How much have you had to drink?"

The action is mindless, and Jeno knows it. The two of you often shared small, habitual touches—but this time, it's wholly different.

"I'm- I'm not drunk," he croaks out.

A light-hearted snicker. "Sure you aren't."

"I'm not."

"Then why is your face so red?"

"I'm just... thinking about something."'

An amused chuckle leaves your mouth before you muse your wonders, "You're drunk, Jen. But, would you care to share?"

Jeno feels himself unclicking the locks. "Okay," he huffs out nervously.

The iron gates swing slightly ajar.

"I'm thinking about how I would do anything for you."

A pause goes by. The sound of the music downstairs seems to have gotten even louder, to the point where Jeno can't hear his own breathing. He wonders if he's even still breathing as his gaze rests on you intensely, waiting for your reaction.

When your fingers stop drumming against his knee, Jeno's world stops.

"O-oh."

Your expression is indecipherable as his words sink in, eyes growing rounder and your lips part.

Your eyes dart around Jeno's face to see if you can locate a trace of playfulness, a hint that he wasn't thinking straight—and while his flushed, rosy cheeks are a telltale that he's a little intoxicated, his eyes are heavy with sincerity.

He's being serious, and it brings you to a loss for words.

"A-and? What did you conclude?" you manage to stutter out, peering up at him.

This is exactly what he was afraid of. Afraid of your disappointed expression, your lips ready to utter the inevitable words he wished he'd never have to hear.

He's not even sure what those words exactly are, because Lee Jeno feels like a fucking mess right now, but he'll know in a few seconds after you say them—

"I... I don't really know why..."

A lightbulb clicks in your head. You seem to realize Jeno's implications before he even does himself.

"Jeno?" you prompt, voice feather-soft.

The boy's eyes are screwed shut by now, unable to look you in the eyes. He's trying to lock the gates closed again, as they were for so long.

"Hmm?" he weakly hums.

"I love you."

Jeno's attempts are futile. The thought is victorious.

It pushes past his regret-driven efforts. It floods his head akin to a raging tsunami.

It's so loud. The music in the background is so loud.

You are so loud. Your eyes, your grip on his knee, your words—

—they're so loud.

She just said she loves me.

"I've loved you for so long. Do you love me too?" you whisper, hand subconsciously reaching for his.

It shocks Jeno how his voice doesn't fail him. "You love me?"

"I do."

"M-more than a friend?"

"Much more. I love you like I'll never have you, even if I always find myself in your arms," you say, letting out a dry chuckle as a small smile graces your face.

"Do you love me too?" you repeat.

The gates snap off their hinges from the sheer force, and the thought chants a victory song—

You're in love with her!

Jeno blinks.

I'm in love with her.

Jeno never seemed to mind, when it came to you. He never seemed to mind wearing your light blue skinny jeans for you, and he never seemed to mind looking out of place with his grungy demeanor inside of a delicate perfume section either. He never seemed to mind waking up at an ungodly hour for you, and he never seemed to mind holding you when the world was against you.

And as you look at him, your face glimmering underneath the dim, bathroom light—it clicks.

Jeno suddenly realizes why he'd be willing to do anything for you. He'd be willing to get you the moon and the stars if you asked, because he loves you.

And, because you deserve it. It's the least he could do for you for loving him.

Reaching out a wavering hand, Jeno gently pulls you up from your crouching position so the both of you could stand. Your gaze never leaves him, your previous question still hanging in the air.

The boy rests his hand delicately on your jaw. His eyes glaze over your face, taking in your beautiful features before landing on your lips with a shaky exhale.

"Do you love me too?" you ask for a third time, your irises shining with hope.

"Fuck," he breathes out. "I- I do. I love you, so much."

You don't even get the chance to beam at his confession before he closes the distance between the two of you, his soft lips against yours.

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sxcret-garden · 15 days

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Chenle ღ Greedy [M]

ღ NCT Dream Chenle x fem!reader ღ words: ~3k ღ genre: smut (hard dom!Chenle, sub!reader, reader is handcuffed to the bed, spanking, finger sucking, fingering, nipple play, he’s a tease, begging, degradation/degrading nicknames for reader, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, some aftercare) ღ warnings: heavy dom-sub dynamic

Desc.: You’re feeling greedy today and your boyfriend is absolutely here for it.

Author's note: So I wasn't planning on posting this today but I know it'll take me an eternity to do it if I don't do it right away so.... here you go aksdjföklsdf do with it what you want asjdkfjdlösakfa bYE jdkfjlas

He sits down on the bed next to you, supporting himself on one arm as he leans in, coming just a bit closer so as to get a good look at your face. The deep mischief reflecting in his eyes and the amused smile that just won’t fade tell you he’s ready to play with you, tease you until you can’t take it anymore, like he has done so many times before.

“What do you want, my pretty girl?” Chenle asks, the soft tone in his voice almost making you think he’ll be nice for a change. Your lips part, but you’re unsure what to say, so after a while they close again and you swallow thickly, causing him to let out a soft laugh. Even something so small will amuse your boyfriend when you’re spread out for him on his bed, stripped of all clothes, the thick leader band of the cuffs used to tie you to the bed fitting perfectly around your wrists. He picked them out just for you, made you come along to the shop where he bought them to have you try them on, despite your initial embarrassment about it, but ever since then he’s proven to you more than once that it paid off.

It’s about to pay off again, you know that. The only question is - how much will you have to endure in the process?

“Sweet little kitten, doesn’t know what to say,” he mutters as he pouts at you, reaching out to run the back of his hand against your cheek. “Don’t pretend you’re all innocent now.”

“I-...” you say, but you find yourself hesitating all over again. Hot blood rushes through your veins when his voice drops, barely noticeable, and yet the tension in the air around you rises.

“What?” He withdraws his hand. “Don’t want me to do anything? We can do that too. You just lie there and I watch.” He gets up, and you immediately refute,

“No, I-!”

“You what?” He turns on his heels to look at you, cocking his head to the side just a bit. A smile appears on his lips, one that you know not to trust, and then he crawls onto the bed, hovering above you. His hand grabbing your chin, he makes it so you’re unable to look away when he continues, “Say it, or we’re not getting anywhere.”

“T-touch me…”

“Louder.”

“Want you to touch me.” You furrow your eyebrows as you speak the request out loud, but it wouldn’t be your boyfriend if he didn’t use this as an opportunity to tease.

“But I am touching you,” he says, his fingers still holding your chin in place.

“I mean-... more…elsewhere,” you stammer, being vague in your follow-up, because you crave his touch everywhere. But he isn’t satisfied with that, so he gets up on his knees.

“Elsewhere?” he asks, mockingly. “Sweetheart, don’t you wanna get more specific?” The cocky look on his face and the way it’s clear as day who’s in charge here makes heat rush to your core and you gulp.

“Everywhere…” you say, earning yourself a smirk from him. He kneels between your legs, your knees up, and you feel him rubbing his palm against the underside of one of your thighs. Watching each other closely, you suck in a sharp breath as if you knew what was coming, and when you feel the impact against your soft flesh, you mewl from the pain turning into pleasure.

“I give you the option to choose and you immediately become greedy…” Chenle comments. “See? This is why you’re tied up.” He rubs a few soothing circles onto the spot where he spanked you, before lifting his hand up and doing it again. This time as well, a moan falls from your lips, and you roll your eyes back. “But you’re even enjoying it when I put you in your place, hm?” he mutters darkly, and as you glance at him you can see the bulge forming in his pants.

“Y-yes…” you admit, to his delight.

“Even saying yes… you really want me to know what a little perv you are, huh?” You furrow your eyebrows at his words, an involuntary pout gracing your lips. “Well…” Chenle crawls on top of you again, placing a kiss onto your sternum. “Where should I start then… with touching you everywhere?”

“K-kiss… want a kiss…” you mewl, and you quickly add clarification, “On the mouth.”

“A kiss?” he repeats, before he lets one hand wander to the back of your neck. “I can give you that.” He leans in, lips brushing against yours, and the chaste touch only leaves you wanting more, both frustration and heat bubbling up deep inside you.

“M-more…” you slur as he’s parting from you.

“More? Like that?” He leans in again, this time kissing you properly and you moan into the kiss when he parts your lips with his tongue to slip it inside. He kisses you feverishly, teeth nibbling on your lower lip before deepening the kiss further, and when he suddenly rolls his hips against yours once, his clothed length grazing your folds, you gasp, resulting in you breaking the kiss. “Liked that?” he asks, provocatively. As if the answer wasn’t clear.

“Y-yeah…”

“Perv,” he says, before pulling away. “Open up,” he adds, thumb brushing against your lips and you do. Opening your mouth for him, you watch as he puts a finger inside, and you immediately swirl the tip of your tongue around it. “How many do you want?” he keeps going, adding one more. “Two? Three?” He puts inside another one, lustful sparks flaring up in his eyes as he watches your lips closing around them. You begin to suck on them, and again he merely smirks.

“Three? Is that it?” You nod, and your pussy clenches around nothing at the thought of having them inside you elsewhere soon. Coating them in your own spit, you make sure to run your tongue along his digits thoroughly, and when he pulls out there’s a string of your saliva connecting them to your lips, which snaps apart eventually. He smears the liquid across your chest as he draws an imaginary line from your throat through the valley of your breasts and down to your stomach.

“But can you take them?” he questions. “All at once?” When he runs his fingertips through your folds, you gasp in surprise, and you whine when he prods at your entrance, unable to shove all three of them inside you just yet. “Gotta start small… you’re too greedy for your own good.” His words sound almost endearing now, and you bite your lower lip when he slips a single finger inside you. He pumps it in and out of you slowly, his gaze fixated on your face the entire time, and the exact moment he can see you starting to lose patience, he grins at you, and before you can ask for more, he says, “Patience, baby.” Your words get stuck in your throat, and when he takes his finger out only to drag it all the way back up to your belly button, it’s hard to suppress the curse wanting to escape you. He leans in as he removes his hand, licking up a clean stripe where he spread your juices that he had gathered on his digit, and he hums at your taste. For a split second you dare to hope he would let you feel his tongue against your cunt, but when he instead kisses his way up, you immediately let go of that thought. Instead, he wraps his lips around one of your nipples, making you whine as he begins to gently suck on it, only to reach for the other with his hand in order to not so gently squeeze it between his fingers. You moan unexpectedly, the sensation of him tending to your nipples making you become dizzy.

“So fucking cute,” he whispers, licking the sensitive bud once, before sinking his teeth into your flesh right next to it. You whimper at the impact, and the urge to run your fingers through his hair makes you tear at the handcuffs. “Relax, baby,” Chenle mutters in between nibbling and biting until the skin begins to bruise. “We have all night.” And he’s right, you could keep going for however long he pleases - and you know he would never finish a session leaving you unsatisfied. And so his words alleviate the impatience for a little while, as he finishes placing his mark on you, next to the ones he’s left the days before, which are already starting to fade. He brushes his thumb against each one of them, as if marvelling at his artwork, and when he’s satisfied with looking, he continues kissing his way up, this time halting once he’s reached your neck. He licks up a stripe until just below your earlobe, making you shiver underneath him, and then you can hear him whisper,

“Three fingers, huh…” You suck in a sharp breath when you feel him returning his hand to your core, running his digits up and down your folds before burying a finger inside you again. “Beg for it, my pretty girl.” And you do, a string of pleas falling from your lips as you find yourself tearing at the handcuffs some more.

“P-please… gimme your fingers… want them to fill me up… wanna be s-stuffed,” you hickup in desperation, and he doesn’t miss the chance to mock you for it.

“Stuffed with my fingers? Like the little cumslut you are?”

“P-please…!” You cry out, and he brings some distance between your faces in order to take in your pained expression. And then he finally gives you at least a second finger, and the glee behind his gaze is obvious when you let out a broken moan and you clench around his digits. “F-feels good… but… not enough…”

“No, of course it’s not enough for my greedy girl,” he mutters, curling them inside you and pressing his thumb against your clit, drawing slow circles onto it. You know if he keeps this up you won’t last long, so you beg some more.

“M-more… please… w-wanna be stuffed…”

“I know… can’t get enough of them, hm? My fingers in your cute little cunt.”

“N-no…” you mewl weakly, feeling your high building up in the pits of your stomach. And yet you keep begging, you keep asking for more, because maybe he is right - maybe you are a little greedy after all, but so be it. You can’t get enough of all the ways in which your boyfriend pleases you, inflicts pain on you, only to please you even more at the end of it all.

“Fuck you’re so cute,” he praises as he watches, not even thinking about giving you what you’re begging for so prettily.

“P-please… please… before I cum…”

“Gonna cum on just two?” he asks and you nod, eyes shut tightly now as you’re trying - but ultimately failing - to suppress your orgasm that’s about to wash over you. “You want three but are gonna cum on just two… such a greedy whore.” The second you hear his last word, something snaps inside of you and you cry out. Your walls convulse around him, and as your body is shaken, you can only moan incoherently. But to your surprise he doesn’t stop as you’re coming down from your high. Because now he adds a third finger, making the overstimulation even harder to bear as he isn’t even thinking about giving you a break. And you’re squirming underneath him, whining and whimpering and unable to articulate yourself as he keeps working his fingers inside your twitching cunt.

“F-fuck… shit…” you sputter. “T-too much… too much…!” Tears well up in your eyes as the pleasure burns itself into your bones, and yet you’re not even thinking about calling the safe word. No, you want him to ruin you, want him to see you like this, see what effect only he has on you and no other, want him to get off on your pain.

But he doesn’t touch himself, he’s focused on you and only you, even the strain on his pants must be beyond uncomfortable by now.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this,” he hisses through gritted teeth as he keeps going, and you’re about to lose your mind. And then another high takes you by surprise, pain shoots through your wrists and into your arms as you tear at the handcuffs while your whole body shakes under the waves of intense pleasure, and this time when you’re coming down from it, he at least stops his movements to let you rest. “You okay?” he asks, his tone serious and different from how he’s spoken to you ever since tying you up.

“Yes…” you respond weakly, trying to catch your breath. And then you add, “...more.” Chenle huffs at you, the state you’re in, and how you’re asking for him to ruin you further. But you know it’s a request he wouldn’t deny.

“More what? You’re still not satisfied?”

“F-fingers… want… more… be filled up… completely…” you babble, the blissful afterglow of the orgasm combined with the power he has over you making it hard to speak. He lets out a laugh now.

“A fourth one? You think we can fit four into your tight little cunt?”

“T-try… please…”

“You just can’t get enough, huh?” He leans in, almost whispering in your ear now, “What are you? Are you my greedy little cumslut?”

“Y-yes… am your… greedy cumslut…” you merely repeat his words, as forming any clear thoughts becomes harder. And just as you finish speaking, he adds a fourth finger into your hole, just like you wanted. And it slips in a lot more easily than you had imagined, and that makes him chuckle too.

“You’re taking them so well,” he says as he begins curling them against your walls once again. “Too well, almost.” You squirm a bit as he starts pleasuring you again, but this time the overstimulation is bearable, and is sure to make way for pure bliss soon enough.

“Ch-chenle…!” you cry out his name. “‘M gonna… cum again…”

“Again? This fast?” he mocks you, and you feel yourself clenching around him at the degradation. “Didn’t think you’d be that horny.” And as much as you want to answer, tell him how good he makes you feel, prove to him that you really deserve having him pleasing you like this, all that comes out when your lips part are broken moans and curses. And while he keeps telling you how cute you are, and how dirty you are too, your next high is already approaching at light speed, until…

He pulls out. The deprivation of his touch is sudden, and it makes you gasp at how empty it leaves you feeling. You look at him, only to see him fondling with the zip of his pants, and you hold your breath as him taking them off along with the rest of his clothing feels like an eternity to you.

“Get on your knees,” he says, helping you turn around, and when your rear is facing him, your front pressed against the sheets, you perk up your ass for him a little higher. “Such a good girl,” you earn yourself a praise accompanied by his hand flying to your behind, and the impact makes you cry out, eyes watering. And this time the tears fall, right when he pushes up into you, and he doesn’t hesitate to go hard. “Fuck…” Pounding into you from behind, strings of curses make their way past his lips, and you keep whining at every single time he pulls almost all the way out, only to slam back inside a second later. Your head is spinning as you cry and you whine and you dig your fingernails into your palms, and you clench around your boyfriend’s twitching cock, wishing for nothing but to cum just as he fills you up.

“Cum for me…” he hisses, nearing his own high. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Cum on my cock, greedy little whore…” His words sting, and they make you dizzy, and as you’re trying to say something that comes out as nothing but incoherent sounds, another orgasm washes over you. Even your moans are slurred now, as he keeps thrusting into you throughout your high, and then finally, he releases inside you, and you almost choke on your spit when his cum fills you up.

He comes to a halt, allowing for you both to rest for just a tiny bit in this position, before he pulls out of you and immediately makes sure to turn you back around, guiding your tired body into a comfortable position. He reaches for the bottle of water he had prepared beforehand, making you take a few sips, and then he cleans you both up with a tissue, careful not to accidentally overstimulate you again with his touches.

“How was that?” he asks, bringing his hand up to your face to brush his thumb against your cheek.

“...good…” you mumble, unable to muster the strength to say anything else, and it makes him chuckle.

“Good? Is that all I get?” he asks in pretended offense, and you give him a weak smile before he leans in to place a kiss onto your forehead. “Want me to undo them for you?” he then asks, pointing at the handcuffs with his chin. You nod, but he hesitates in order to offer you a second option. “Are you sure? Not greedy anymore?” The expression on his face changes as he poses that question, and despite the exhaustion tugging at your limbs, the implication that he’s willing to give you even more tempts you.

“Am always greedy…” you manage to say, and your boyfriend presses a kiss to your mouth, before crawling back on top of you, his lips travelling down your throat and to your chest.

“I figured you’d say that…” he mutters. “Then let’s see if I feel like giving you another treat or not.”

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polarisjisung · 8 months

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PROM DATE

synopsis: when you tell your best friend that you don't have a date for senior prom, you never thought you'd also end up telling him why

wc: 1.1k

pairings: best friend!mark lee x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: like one cuss word maybe

notes: I saw this cute kid on tiktok taking his best friend to prom and my mind instantly went to mark

Insane.

To you, Mark Lee genuinely looked as though he'd gone insane.

His wide eyes bulging from their sockets, hair slicked back with a hand atop his head, mouth agape.

"Dude, you're playing" he confirms another time, and you don't understand what about the situation seems so difficult to grasp for the older, not when the words were spilling from your mouth in front of him.

"No mark, I'm not, I don't have a date" you deadpan and his eyes physically can't grow any wider if they tried to, so instead he begins shaking his head frantically, and shock isn't an expression mark wears regularly but he certainly wears it with full meaning, you realise.

You didn't have a date to prom. It was surprising to most, you had no shortage of people asking you out, no negative attributes to stop people asking you out, no reason for you to politely decline them the way you did, it made no sense to anyone, not your parents who simply didn't understand your logic or your friends who didn't see why you'd turn down the hottest guy in your year, not your best friend, mark, who didn't understand why you of all people didn't have a date to prom.

"Like you really don't have a date? like seriously?" you'd always been impatient and as your eyes bore into his mark puts his hands up in defeat

"okay okay I got it"

He seems tense for a moment, worried, and you know that expression, the one where his brows furrow and his lips turn downwards at the corners so very slightly

"You look constipated" you tease, mark doesn't seem to take notice however, lost in his own world, until you lightly smack the crown of his head.

"What?" he squeaks, staring up through the strands of brown hair that cover his eyes.

Cute

"don't stress markie" you take a seat on your bed next to him, "I'm happy without a date" and mark searches for anything in your voice that proves otherwise, but he can't find a single ounce of hesitance

You giggle at him from across the bed, standing up and marching over to your wardrobe

Mark remembers his prom last year, the one kid who didn't show up with a date ripped to shreds for being a loser, still famous in his uni life for being the nerd who couldn't score a date to prom— he knew your case was a little different, you were well liked at school, but people would talk no doubt

"You can't go without a date," he sighs, the hand in his hair now holding one of your decorative fluffy pillows painfully tight

"yes I can mark" you don't turn around, searching for the long plastic protected dress in your closet.

"people talk a lot of shit, I don't want you to be the brunt of their jokes y/n" he's serious, you can tell from the way he's not using all those mark words he'd use to address you, how he uses your name

"i don't want to go with anyone else, though," you pout, quickly upturning your lips when you find the baby blue dress at the back of your closet

Mark chooses to ignore it, the part of your sentence that awakens the disgusting feeling of the green eyed monster inside of him at just the mention of you having someone who you liked, he certainly didn't need details

"Come on, you know what people are like"

"yeah mark, and I dont care, they'll talk their shit regardless, if not today then another day, its none of their business if I have a date or not, that's all up to me"

He doesn't respond, trying to figure you out, why you're so defensive all of a sudden when, just as you said, you usually didn't give a shit what people had to say, mark included on the matters you'd already made your mind up for

"besides" you're whispering, hoping that Mark only hears your words if they'll end the way you want. "If you want me to have a date so bad, why don't you take me?"

Mark freezes, the pillow in his hands falling to the floor and in the reflection of your floor to ceiling mirror you notice two spots of bright red spreading across his cheeks and over his ears.

He heard you, that was for sure.

"don't ask things of me that you don't want me to do" he scoffs, bright and beady eyes turned dark in a second, when suddenly mark, who'd never been noticeably taller than you seems to tower over your figure.

"and who's to say I don't want you to be my date" you have no fear left in you, you'd hidden it for years, cried yourself to sleep the night mark had taken someone else as his date to prom, sent him those anonymous letters every valentines day, watched as he played volleyball with the guys on the beach with his wet hair matted to his forehead, heart thumping at every sight of him "whos to say you're not the reason I haven't said yes to a single promposal"

"You don't mean that," marks usual excited, enthusiastic voice is gone, a soft tone coming from somewhere within his throat now replacing his carefree way of speaking

"I don't want a date if its not you"

Your own tone drips with sincerity, so genuine, so tender, so sweet that he doesn't know how to respond, not with those eyes of yours staring so expectantly into his, not when he feels the heat of your breath against his neck, not when you take his hands into your own, interlocking your fingers as you flutter your eyelashes with each blink

"I think I love you" he spits out, and this time he freezes in place, not a thought in his mind until your voice breaks through his trance

"Enough to take me to prom?" you smile, those pearly whites that had his heart skipping a beat on perfect show as you pressed your forehead against his

"Enough to take you to a thousand proms"

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thatsatricky1 · 1 month

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𝐀𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 || Prologue

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

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Nct Dream ot7 x Reader.

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

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

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,4k+

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

“Run Donghyuck!”

“What do you think I’m doing, strolling through the garden?” Donghyuck replied sharply out of breath as he ran as fast as he could, adrenaline filling his body making him unaware of the stinging feeling in his feet. Jaemin a few paces ahead of him.

Donghyuck skidded to a stop once he finally saw everyone in front of him. Breathing heavily as his eyes scanned over the familiar faces, relief dripping from him but his breath that he finally was catching back was stolen again, eyes widening in realisation.

“Where’s Y/n?!” He barely managed to get the question out from how he was trying to catch his breath back.

“She is coming, don't worry we have one more minute before they start looking for us.” Mark replied, grabbing Donghyuck’s hand, tugging him over to the rest of the group waiting at the mahogany wooden door.

“No this isn’t right, she should have gotten here first.” Donghyuck gasped out in between sucking air greedily back into his body that was desperate for oxygen.

“The security around her hall was timed differently than usual, they changed the rotation early.” Jaemin replied, also heaving in breaths. The whole group needed to gain their breath back.

Renjun winced while checking his pocket watch again, thirty seconds had past, eyes looking down the dark corridor, hearing the blood pulsing behind his ears like a drum.

”Thirty more seconds.” Renjun barely managed to get out.

They’d said from the start that no one would be left behind. The eight of them against the world if they had too. But it had taken months to plan this escape and it looked like one random security route change up would ruin that.

The boys share a glance with each other before Jeno steps to the front deciding something that would change their future.

“We need to leave now.”

“What no. Fuck no. We wait.” Jaemin disturbed as he shook head, eyes widening at Jeno’s words.

“Ten seconds.” Renjun spoke only focusing on his pocket watch hand gripping it tight.

“Our time is limited Jaemin, we can’t wait anymore. She would want us to escape even if she doesn’t get out.” Jeno stressed out grabbing his hair with both hands tugging on it.

Jeno didn’t want to leave her behind but what other option did they have. Stay and continue suffering? They had all been waiting years to get away from the hell hole they were trapped in.

“Jeno is right, there’s no time left.” Mark managed to say even if every fiber of his being didn’t want to admit it.

“Are you out of your mind?” Donghyuck says moving to tug at Mark’s vest slightly red in the face whether from the running or anger no one could tell, most likely both.

“Five seconds.”

“We get it!” Donghyuck spat at Renjun who was still insistently calling out the time left before they really had to go unless they wanted to be stuck there.

“Donghyuck we need to go, she’ll understand.” Mark cut his yelling off lest they get any unwanted attention grabbing his friend's face, cupping his jaw in his hands to face him. Mark noticed the tears welling in his friend's eyes.

”Promise. Promise me that she’ll understand.” Donghyuck all but begged.

“I… I promise.” Mark managed to grit out through clenched teeth.

Mark letting go of Donghyucks face when he finally nodded back.

“Will she be okay?” Jisung finally spoke up, unlike the others who held back tears, his were free flowing.

“Y/n is tough, she’ll be okay Jisung.” Jeno reassured with a tight lipped smile, not sure if he was trying to convince Jisung or himself.

“She will be okay.” Chenle spoke up with a determined look. Out of all of them, Y/n was always the one to keep it together.

“Waiting period is over.” Renjun stated putting away his pocket watch, lip quivering as he watched the hallway in front of them. Silence, with no familiar footsteps coming towards them anytime soon.

Flashes of red neon hued lights flashing on and off. A blaring alarm ringing through the air signally something was wrong in the facility. An attempted escape.

Y/n didn’t know what to focus on. The burning feeling all over her body, muscles aching and screaming for a break, throat dry and swollen from air being swallowed down greedily and being exhaled too fast, blood thumping and rushing. Not to mention the gushing wound on her side.

The stomping of boots fading in the background as she made pace. Always having been the fastest, something the facility took pride in but not at this moment.

For the first time in what felt like days, weeks even she smiled. A smile of relief. Her freedom, her boys freedom so close she could touch it. Somehow the hope in her stomach pushed her faster as she bounded down the second last hallway. Hand still pushing pressure into the side of her torso.

“I’m coming! Boys I’m nearly there!” Y/n let the scream ripple out her dry cracked lips, not needing to be quiet as she was already being chased down. By the ones who’d taken her in the first place.

Taking a sharp right, managing to keep her footing as she raced across the sterile white tiles bare feet staining the floor red in her wake. Seeing the dark mahogany door now.

Her smile dropped into a frown of confusion as she raced down it, not seeing a person in sight. Not the seven figures she’d been expecting to be there. Skidding to a stop a few steps away from the door, that had been left ajar.

Her breathing haggered as she stood wobbling, balance unstable as her eyes trained on the door. Trying to wrap her head around the sight before her. Though it was plain and simple to connect the dots, her mind could and would not accept the sight.

Hand leaving her side slipping away from her gushing wound, slow droplets of blood rolling down her paling hand, falling down onto the once clean white tiles below her.

”No.” Her whisper lost between the loud blaring alarm.

Her figure disappears into the darkness only to reappear every few seconds in the floodlights of red coming from the lights. Swaying slightly now yet her eyes stayed trained on the door, the one that led to her escape.

Her body tried to take a steady deep inhale through her nose but a sudden blinding pain caught her off guard spreading through her head, time seemingly slowing down as her sight seemed to be going sideways.

Y/n not even noticing it wasn’t just her sight going sideways but her body that collapses down onto the ground. A figure behind her being revealed not much older than herself as he stood there eyes wide gazing down at her, his grip on the metal pipe in his hand tighter if possible.

Her body thumped onto the ground in a heap, a mess. Eye glazed over with unshed tears, pain radiating through her. Not just physically but from deep within her.

“Good job Jeongin, very well done my boy.” An older man’s voice cut through the loud alarms.

Y/n not being able to hear it, everything sounding drowned, like she was underwater. She laid there unfocused eyes still staring at that mahogany door from where she was on the floor.

“I told you not to harm my girl, only to detain her!” The older man's voice sounded angry now yelling at people in the distance finally having caught up a bit too late to her.

“Get her to the medical ward, don’t harm her any further or you’ll all be missing a hand as punishment. We’ve already lost seven of my boys, my girl isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.”

Y/n barely felt the touches against her body, not even the hand that pressed tightly against her wounded side. Her body being dragged up, held against someone as they started walking away from the door.

Her hand just barely managed to lift weakly up in the direction of the wooden door that was slowly getting further away.

‘They left me.’ Was all that ran through her head, hand falling limp, her eyes finally failing her as her eyelids felt too heavy to keep open, the pressure of her eyes closing finally letting a tear slip past rolling down her cheek.

They left me.

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yeoosaangg · 6 months

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Swim || Kinktober - Day 21

pairing ▸ zhong chenle × f!reader

now playing ▸ swim - chase atlantic

⤷ ❝you picked a dance with the devil, and you lucked out.❞

genre ▸ idol au, secret relationship, smut

warnings ▸ impact play, fingering, spitting, throat fucking, gagging, praise, degradation, choking, semi-public sex

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You should've known this would happen.

All you did was apologize to Enhypen's Lee Heeseung for bumping into him at an award show. All the fans went crazy at the public interaction, even if it was accidental.

His hand only held your waist for a second before you went your separate ways.

But your boyfriend doesn't care. Another man's hands were on you and that automatically set off his jealousy. But he knew better than to act impulsively.

So he waited.

After your solo performance, you notice your styling team didn't accompany you inside. You shrug, deciding to change yourself.

You're completely bare when you're being pressed against your mirror rather harshly. You panic, attempting to scream until a familiar man whispers into your ear.

Chenle: I love seeing you like this. All vulnerable for me.

Y/n: What's going on? Shouldn't you be sitting with your group members?

Chenle: What was that out there, hm?

Y/n: What are you talking about?

Chenle: Heeseung.

Y/n: Nothing happened. I just didn't see him standing there when rushing back from the restroom.

He hums, kissing the back of your shoulders. You moan lowly when he rubs his growing bulge against you.

His hand then wraps around your throat, pulling you back into his chest. A surprised gasp of pain escapes your lips as he squeezes tightly.

Chenle: You are mine, doll. You know that, right?

You nod profusely.

He chuckes darkly as he watches the mirror fog up with how hot he's making you feel.

Chenle: If you ever let another man fucking touch you again, I'll kill him and lock you up in our room. Do you understand, darling?

Y/n: I understand.

He loosens his grip on you, letting you turn around to face him. He picks you up and properly sits you down on the vanity.

His hands run up and down your thighs before he lightly smacks them. You moan as he massages the sting away.

Chenle: Remember that talk we had about impact play?

You nod.

Chenle: How about I ask you some questions before I engage in such punishment.

Y/n: Okay.

He smiles, kissing your entire face while his hands continue to massage your thighs. You wish he'd move them higher, but you'll be patient.

Chenle: Have you had any experience with impact play before?

Y/n: No. You're my first everything.

He doesn't realize how much that affects him until his dick twitches in his pants. He hastily gets naked to avoid a wet patch from forming.

The stylists would have his head.

Chenle: Where do you want me to hit you?

Y/n: Ass, legs, boobs, pussy and thighs.

Judging by how you reacted to his light smack earlier, he was expecting you to say your thighs.

Chenle: Answer this while thinking of future scenes. What do you want to be hit with?

Oh.

Well, that's hard. You don't truly know the terminology yet, but you'll try everything if it means he'll be with you through it all.

Y/n: We can figure that out as we progress.

Chenle: How do you feel about marks?

Y/n: I don't mind them as long as they're hidden.

Chenle: Where would you like them?

Y/n: I guess my ass and boobs? No one other than you can see me naked, anyway.

He kisses you in adoration. He knows you bruise easily, that's why he's asking. He doesn't want to get you in trouble with your company.

Chenle: Do you have any medical concerns I should be aware of?

You shake your head.

Chenle: Do you have any allergies?

Y/n: Latex.

He'll remember that for future purposes. He'll avoid buying products containing latex to not inconvenience you. He wants you healthy at all times.

Chenle: And most importantly: do you want to use a safe word or the stoplight system?

Y/n: The latter.

Chenle: Any non-verbal cues?

Y/n: Two taps on your left elbow.

Chenle: Good girl. Now bend over that couch over there.

He steps away from you, smirking when you do as he says. How cute! You forgot this was a punishment. He'll make sure you remember that.

Chenle: We'll start with spanking and work our way up. Think you can handle it?

Y/n: Yes, Master.

He bites back a moan. This is the first time you call him that, ever.

He fucking loves it.

Chenle: I never thought I'd hear you call me that so soon, doll. But, fuck, that's so hot. Do it again.

Y/n: Spank me, Master.

He presses his cock to your dripping cunt, running it up and down your folds. He pushes you forward and spreads your ass cheeks before slamming his hand on your flesh.

You don't even care where you're at right now. All you can focus on is your boyfriend and his hands turning your ass red.

Chenle: God, you look beautiful like this.

He leans down to kiss your asshole, making you jerk forward.

Y/n: Please don't tease me, Master.

Chenle: Quiet, slut. This is still your punishment.

You hear him grab his belt, rubbing against your burning skin.

Chenle: Ready?

You nod, screaming when the leather leaves a long red mark across the back of your thighs. He continues to hit you with his belt the louder your moans get.

Y/n: Master, it feels good.

Chenle: Yeah? What's your color?

Y/n: Green.

He smacks you again, the leather brushing against your cunt. You gasp at the feeling, crying from the pain. But it feels so good.

He rubs the crimson flesh with his hands, leaving kisses in his wake.

Chenle spits on your pussy, running his finger up and down, circling your clit.

Y/n: Want it inside.

Chenle: Do you now? Think you can take my cock in your mouth while I play with your pretty cunt?

Y/n: Yes, Master.

He smirks and kneels in front of you, ass arched even more as he shoves his cock into your mouth with no warning.

He starts thrusting his hips against your face while three of his fingers work you open. His free hand lands a few slaps against your ass while his knuckles disappear inside you.

Your eyes tear up, but you avoid gagging by inhaling through your nose as slowly as you can. You make sure your tongue glides against the underside of his dick.

You try your best to reach up and massage his balls, but with how brutal he's abusing your mouth and pussy... It was becoming difficult.

You begin to squirm and whine the closer he brings you to an orgasm.

Chenle: Are you close, pet?

You choke on your moan at the name. It sounds good coming from him. But you shake your head, too embarrassed to admit you're already gonna cum.

A scream is muffled when he increases his speed on both sides, smirking to himself as he stares into the mirror. This way, he sees his fingers being swallowed by your tight cunt.

Chenle: That's it, baby. Feels good, doesn't it? Just needed a little more help, hm?

That's all it takes for you to squirt on his fingers and taste his cum down your throat.

You thought that was it when he pulls away from you, but he pulls you with him and guides you onto his lap.

Chenle: Your thighs are shaking so much already.

He smacks them hard, eliciting a pornographic moan from you. He then lightly smacks your tits.

Y/n: Fuck!

Chenle: You're so fucking sexy, my little cocksleeve. Now sit on my cock.

You grab his shaft and instantly sit down all the way, screaming at how full you feel.

Y/n: Master, you're so big.

Chenle: You're still so tight. Guess I've got a lot of work to do, doll.

He grabs your hips and slams you up and down. Your tits bounce in his face, so he catches your nipple in his mouth. You scream his name repeatedly in pure bliss.

Chenle: You look the most beautiful like this, my slut. Let everyone walking down the hallway know what a cock hungry whore you are.

You try to answer, but your brain is mush and the only sounds you can make are moans ans whimpers.

Chenle: Your pussy feels so warm, love. The way your gummy walls squeeze my cock has me wanting to cum inside you.

You clench around him at the idea.

Come to think of it, this is his first time fucking you without wearing a condom. His jealousy must've clouded his mind a lot.

Chenle: Yeah, that's right. Take my fucking dick. I'm yours and you're mine. And it'll stay that way.

You nod, not being able to speak. Having sex with him gets better and better the more you explore your likes and dislike.

And, fuck, you like this so much.

You could get caught any second now, but that's the exciting part. Somebody walking in and seeing Chenle destroy your pussy sounds hot.

His thrusts ar getting rougher, so you try to pull away, but he pulls you back with a grunt.

Chenle: Don't fucking run from me, doll. I know damn well how much you want me to ruin you.

You bury your head in his neck, letting him rut into you as he pleases. He kisses the back of your ear and watches you moan from how good he's pounding your poor cunt.

Chenle: Just relax for me. I'll make you feel good.

Your body feels so numb, yet so much at the same time. You've never experienced such a rush from getting fucked by your boyfriend before, but you like it.

Chenle: On your knees and open your mouth.

He stops thrusting so you can hop off and kneel in front of him. He pumps his cock a few times before cumming all over your tongue and chin.

Chenle: Fuck, baby. I love you so much.

You swallow his cum, licking the rest from your hands after you wipe it off.

Y/n: Tired.

He brings you up on the couch, throwing your legs over his lap and hugging you into his side.

Chenle: You and I are ditching the rest of the award show.

Y/n: What?! Lele, we're both nominated for the big awards tonight. It'll look suspicious if our respective groups have a missing member.

He smiles at you, kissing your temple. He knows the risks, but he's not going to let you go immediately after having sex without aftercare.

Chenle: Let's go public, princess.

Y/n: Wait, what? Where'd that come from?

You kiss along his jaw as he massages your body to calm the shaking down a bit.

Chenle: As much as I love our secret meetings, I just can't do it anymore. My jealousy gets worse the more you're shipped with someone else.

You sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck and look him in the eyes as he continues talking.

Chenle: Everytime you and I have overlapping schedules, I get so happy because then I get to see you. Even if it's for two minutes in a supply closet.

You laugh remembering your last comeback. It was hard to even sneak in there with all the staff running around the place.

Chenle: You don't even know how bad I want to kiss you in front of everyone whenever we have the privilege to stand on a stage together.

You feel that way, too.

Chenle: Like that one time at the end of the year festival? You stood next to me and I had to fight off every urge to hold your hand. It gets so painful the more I have to hold back.

Y/n: I know, baby. I feel the same way, too.

Chenle: And I honestly don't give a fuck about the fans' opinions. What matters is that I love you with my entire body and soul.

You kiss all over his face, a huge smile spread across both of your faces.

Y/n: Let's do it then.

Chenle: Really?

You nod, kissing him deeply.

Y/n: Really.

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a/n: i'm gonna kms... i have the biggest soft spot for chenle, yet here i am writing this. god, the delulu in me needs to calm down!!! thanks for reading ‹𝟹

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snow ducks — pjs.

in which park jisung loved snow ducks, but he loved you more.

a/n: merry christmas to those who celebrate! i’m back after almost a year (LOL) to drop this jack frost!jisung au that’s been rotting in my drafts ever since he’d dyed his hair for glimo T_T

warning/s: f!reader x jisung, mild profanity (like one or two), not proofread, fluff & angst if you squint, jisung and reader are CLUELESS, insinuations of a rough past, jisung as jack frost (because this is a warning in and of itself)

jisung couldn’t have imagined getting used to a life where no one knew his name. a life where everyone seemed to walk right through his body even when he was standing directly in front of them, his dark blue jacket hanging loosely on his body—bare feet feeling numb despite the cold concrete beneath them.

alas, he didn’t really have a choice. waking up to the man in the moon telling him that he was special? that’s what thrusted him into his new lifestyle.

“jack frost?” the curious tone of a short brown haired girl tore his attention away from his dwindling thoughts—she was staring cluelessly up at her father, who watched her from the family’s porch.

jisung huffs, a small smirk already pulling at his lips. he’s heard this conversation a thousand times, but he was always curious as to how each parent would spin the story and he in-turn was pleasantly surprised at the amount of different takes each parent would tell their kids.

the man clears his throat before repeating the same old folklore the people of the city had made up about the white haired boy, yet with a new-found twist. “if you stay outside too long, jack frost will come and freeze you up!”

this makes the teenage boy chuckle, his staff hanging freely on his fingertips. sure, he can cause a blizzard with just the touch of them thanks to the man in the moon, but even he wouldn’t do that to a little girl. though, his sharp eyes watches her gasp before she rushes up from her spot in front of their house, the snow beneath her feet crackles as she giggles into her dads arms.

jisung doesn’t know what makes his heart freeze, the lonely feeling he gets from the heartwarming family gesture—or the snowstorm he seems to be brewing over the city of pennsylvania.

—

“you were out again?”

jisung sighs. he didn’t want to be sitting through another one of the tooth fairy’s lectures and with this one being his third of the week, he could probably recite her lecture off the top of his head.

her wings were fluttering rapidly as her cheeks tinted pink with how frustrated she was with him. “you didn’t throw snowballs at a child’s head again did you?”

a laugh almost bubbles from his lips. almost.

“that was one time! and they had fun didn’t they?” the boy grins as he twirls the small snowflakes around in the air above his fingers. he watches as she relaxes a tiny bit, her wings still making the slight fluttering noise he’s learned to drown out. the green fairy sighs, tired from having to say the same thing over and over again to the michievous boy standing in front of her with absolutely no care in the world.

“don’t let north find out, okay? he’ll rip your head right off.” she ends her lecture short with a small murmur, which catches jisung off guard. her bright smile flashes at him before she’s whisked away by one of her many fairies.

being a guardian wasn’t always easy, he was a teenage boy for god’s sake and having to deal with everything a boy his age does on top of having to be a ‘role model’ for millions of kids out in the world—meant finding time for him to just be himself, the teenage jisung park, was a scarce opportunity. he knew the tooth fairy only meant well, they all did, even the easter bunny. but he felt like they didn’t understand. they didn’t know about the grip his past had on him, a past that he isn’t even fully aware about yet. they didn’t know that sometimes all he yearns for are answers to who he really is.

but despite all this, he picks up his staff with his gaze trailing over the hundreds of elves scattered across the north pole.

and the white haired boy is gone—with only a small snowflake left in his place.

—

over the years, jisung’s learned to ignore the ache in his chest that longs to search for the answers to the questions swirling in his head. instead, he enjoys walking in the silence of the night—the glow from sandman’s magic lights his path as he prods at the floor beneath him.

he welcomes the cold, the one thing that has brought him comfort over these last few years. watching the ice create beautiful shapes on the pavement strangely relaxes him as he hums a soft song he doesn’t remember, though his heart seems to recognize the familiar tune.

“great job, sandy.” jisung whispers into the dead of the night, watching proudly as the yellow sand sifts into each house he passes by.

the boy lifts himself into the air with little to no effort. he lets a chuckle slip past his lips as his fingers feel through the sandman’s ‘dream trail’ as he likes to call it. jisung has always admired him, his power to soothe children and provide them with heart warming dreams to keep their sleep from being distrupted.

on nights like this, cold and lonely ones, he misses his home deeply. he knows it sounds ridiculous, to miss a home he doesn’t even remember, but he dreams that he had a family. one that would snuggle under one blanket on nights like this one—one that would wake each other up on christmas day because north or ‘santa’ had decided to pay them a visit.

he’s snapped out of his daydream though when he spots you sitting in front of your house. jisung’s never been one to keep track of time, but judging off the dream trail, he was pretty sure that it was late enough for no one to be out. you seemed to be busying yourself with something in the snow, so he takes this as his sign to drop down from the wires he’d been standing on previously.

“ducks?” he’s confused when he sees enough ducks made of snow sitting in a straight line, all of them nearly identical to each other.

his curious mind pushes him to wander towards your hunched figure, but something in him makes him cautious—almost like approaching you was a mistake.

jisung chooses to ignore the unfamiliar feeling, his feet making no marks in the snow as he squats next to you, his staff standing tall next to both of your figures.

his eyes linger on your face, the top of your head was covered in a black beanie with a pom pom sitting at the top. you were clad in your pajamas and a jacket—an outfit that kind of matched his—your cheeks and nose were both stained pink from the cold, but your eyes shimmered in happiness as you continued to make another duck.

“you kind of look like a ryan to me..?” he’s startled by the warmth in your voice, followed by the soft giggles that left your lips.

he could tell you were his age, something he oddly never encounters. he’s used to seeing toddlers running and playing around in the snow, so the weird feeling of familiarity settles in his chest as you put down the duck-making-contraption to blow some warmth into your hands.

you don’t seem to notice him, not like he expected you to, but it’s when you whisper something into the cold air that has him rooted to his place on the ground.

“i hope you still like ducks, ‘sung. i made too many for you to not like them anymore! happy birthday, wherever you are.”

and you disappear back into your house after picking up your contraption.

—

“how would she even know who i am?! i sure as hell don’t know who she is!” jisung was close to ripping the frosty white hair off his head and his feet were burning the solid floor of the north pole from the amount of pacing he’s been doing since he had gotten there an hour before all the elves had woken up and gotten to work.

north’s jaw ticks as he sighs for what felt like the millionth time that morning. “for the last time, jack, she probably means someone else! it’s not like you’re the only “jisung” in the world.”

the rest of the guardians bob their heads in aggreement, soft murmurs of their own comments all mesh into one—but jisung decides against them all. he felt a physical pull towards you, the shape of your face, the way you spoke and the way your eyes shone in the moonlight… all those things felt so familiar, but he was driving himself crazy as to why it all felt the way it did.

“i’m telling you. she knows who i am!”

he was frustrated. the feeling of familiarity in his chest was addicting and so very comforting. he wanted to know who you were—how you knew him—well, he was so sure that he was the “‘sung” you were talking about.

his heart was racing so loudly that it was pumping in his ears. the questions that were screaming at him made his head spin. it wasn’t like the helplessness he felt when he couldn’t remember his past. this… this was world’s apart from that.

despite it all, jisung’s pacing seems to slow to a stop before his eyes narrow into slits. the silence of a certain green fairy was enough for his mind to swirl with a couple thousand more questions.

his gaze hardens like the ice he’s able to create with his fingertips, “you know something.”

the phrase comes out bitter and demanding. something the younger boy has never used especially around any of the guardians. he watches as the fairy’s eyes dart to everything in the room except him, explanations spilling from her mouth.

“no i don’t! who said i did? was it one of my own? because there’s absolutely noooo way i know anything! nothing! nada! zer—“

the tooth fairy bites her lip as she watches jisung’s grip tighten on the wooden staff.

“park,” north’s voice is low, the warning clear in his tone. he loves jisung like he would love his own son if he had one, but he would not and will not tolerate him hurting any of the other guardians.

not like he could ever do that.

“you’re going to tell me what you know right now.” the frustration is evident in his voice. he was tired of being left in the dark—forced to fend for himself when that’s all he’s been doing for so long. too long.

the fairy fiddles with her fingers, her wings flapping at an even faster rate behind her. “i-i don’t know much. but—i have your teeth. f-from when you were just jisung park.”

the world seems to slow to a stop. jisung’s read about it happening in some books he found in the nooks and crannies of the north pole, but he hadn’t expected it to feel like it did.

he knew what that meant. she had once told him that all the teeth she had collected from each kid held a memory from their lives. the collection of memories all locked in the gold tube he used to gaze at with so much curiosity, the memories unlocked by one touch of his finger.

the silence was suffocating him—and suddenly he couldn’t breathe.

“jisung. you have to calm down.”

the worried gaze of the easter bunny somewhat helps him, though his rapid breaths were starting to be difficult on his lungs. hearing how something so crucial to figuring out his past, to figuring out who he is, was kept from him by someone he’s kept so close for the past few years seemed to be crushing him.

“y-you… you had the answers to my questions all this time… and you didn’t… you didn’t tell me?” heartbreak drips from his tone. all those nights he spent trying to shut out the loud thoughts in his head—all of which could’ve been solved if the tooth fairy had just told him what she just did.

“we wanted you to embrace who you are now, jack. you’re a guardian now, it doesn’t matter what happened in the past—“

“that’s not for you to decide!” his rough shout startles everyone in the room, even some of the elves. his eyes sting from the unshed tears he’s determined to keep from rolling down his cheeks.

“it wasn’t your right to take that from me. those are my memories, my past, my life!” jisung’s breathing hard now. the intensity of how painful this secret was overbearing. and the fact that everyone knew? not just the tooth fairy? that’s what hurt him most.

he scoffs, the grip on his staff tightening as he lifts his hood up above his head.

“i can’t believe any of you.” he ignores the way they all scramble after him, pleading for him to calm down—he needed to be somewhere else, anywhere else but in a room full of people who just shattered his already bruised heart.

—

you couldn’t stand the cold. you prefer to be out on a sunny and warm day than to play in the snow while simultaneously freezing to death.

so why were you standing out in the cold?

you wished you could say that you didn’t know. that somehow, the cold just brought you some source of comfort and that you couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason as to why. but you did know. you know that you’re out here because of a certain boy and how he always loved the snow. how he knew how to handle himself on ice, even when it was freezing and his teeth were chattering.

“y/n? come back inside, dear. it’s freezing!” the voice of your mother pulls you from your everlasting thoughts of the boy you loved, as it almost always did.

you turn to look at her and you see the pity in her eyes. you know she can tell whenever you start to get out of sorts over your best friend who went missing four years ago now. she’s seen the ducks left out, just like you do for every birthday that’s passed without him.

“i’ll be in in a minute, mom.” you smile, a genuine one, soaking in the cold for a little bit more when you hear your front door gently closing after a soft reply from your mom.

you hadn’t known what happened to your best friend, and he never got the justice you felt he deserved. but him disappearing without a trace seemed to scream ‘runaway!’ to the police, so his case was dropped, much to yours and your family’s devastation. you still remember the day you found out he disappeared like it was yesterday.

“where’s this boy at?” your irritated sigh is acxompanied with a white puff from your mouth, the cold atmosphere made your breath visible as your teeth chattered and your fingers trembled.

despite it all, you were there. waiting in front of the fountain of your town like you always do when winter starts.

‘hello! this is jisung, i don’t seem to have heard your call or—shit y/n cut that out! sorry uh… leave your message at the beep, okay bye!’

“damn it.” the frustration was settling in, your eyes gazing at the digital numbers taunting you on your phone. it’s almost been an hour since you were supposed to meet jisung here—either he had forgotten your plans, or he simply liked to torture you because he knew how much you hated the cold—and if it was the latter, you were certain you’d kill him.

your phone rings in your hands and you hurriedly pick up, expecting to hear your best friends deep voice scrambling with apologies.

“jisu—“

“…honey? where are you? mrs. park just called to say that jisung’s gone missing…”

your life hasn’t been the same ever since. you never heard a peep from the boy—and even after a whole year of you texting his number, someone else eventually answered, regretfully telling you that they weren’t jisung, but an older lady named kira.

which was a weird experience, but your parents were glad that you had finally let go of texting your missing best friend. they knew you would take the news the hardest. you were head over heels for this boy, and seeing as how you both were attached at the hip—they were worried for how you’d cope.

and they’ve settled that you making ducks out of snow once a year seems to be the perfect way to cope for you.

“this is stupid,” you mutter, more to yourself than anyone in particular. you gaze at the perfectly lined up ducks. eighteen of them.

that’s how old jisung would’ve turned that year.

when your fingers start to feel numb, the cold air seeming to get even colder, you decide that maybe it’s time to head back inside. you glance one more time over at the eighteen ducks sitting neatly at the front of your porch. a small flicker in you hopes that one day, they somehow bring jisung home.

—

he didn’t know what he was doing here. after all that happened in the north pole, he just let the wind take him anywhere. his mind was too busy to figure out where he’d stay before returning back to the north pole when everything was sorted out in his mind and heart.

and that’s how he finds himself standing next to you. his hood is up and his tight grip on his staff causes you to let out a small shiver.

he can tell you’re feeling somber, your eyes weren’t as happy as they were when he first saw you and your gaze seemed to linger at nothing in particular.

he watches as you purse your lips before slowly heading back inside. jisung didn’t know who you were, but being next to you warmed his freezing heart with a sense of familiarity he hasn’t felt in so long.

“eighteen…” his soft mumble is heard by no one, he had counted the ducks you had lined up by your house.

he wonders why you had decided to make that many, but a small smile tugs at his lips when he uses his magic to create a small pile of snow around the ducks, forming a small fence around all of them.

jisung’s torn from his thoughts when he hears soft chatter coming from the inside of your house, his curiosity getting the better of him while he stands to steal a glance from your window.

“hey hon. do you want to pay jisung a visit?” an older man looks directly at you as he fixes his tie, your slightly smaller stature stands in front of him, clad in the same outfit he saw you standing in earlier—minus a set of blue gloves.

the mention of his name has him attempting to hear your conversation better. he strains to hear over his racing heart, but he hears you reply with a hesitant ‘sure’. even from where he’s standing, he can see the fear in your eyes. he doesn’t exactly know why they glisten with unshed tears and he looks away as your family gathers around you in a group hug. he felt like he was intruding an important family moment.

he’s not sure how much time has passed with how he was trying hard not to eavesdrop, but your front door suddenly nudges open, surprising him almost enough to drop his staff.

“you made a little fence?” jisung hears the grin on your mom’s face and he turns to you to find you staring at his little creation around your ducks.

your face is turned down into a frown, your hands clad in the blue gloves you were wearing the first time he saw you that day. “i didn’t.”

this seems to silence your parents as they watch you with curious eyes. you looked conflicted, almost as if you didn’t know whether or not you liked the fact that someone had added to your small creation.

“well… then maybe jack frost did it?”

jisung perks up at the mention of his name, (well his alter ego’s name, you could say) his jaw slacks at the playful tone your father had taken when talking about him. but your eyes immediately roll into the back of your head.

“yeah, whatever.” the last word was mumbled underneath your breath, but he heard it loud and clear. he couldn’t understand why you not believing in him hurt the most, even when he knew you didn’t just by the fact that you couldn’t see him.

he watches dejectedly as your family gets into your car, you taking the back seat while your family sit in the front. your head bobs to music that was probably playing on the radio, and all he could do is stand on your porch as your dad drives you all away.

—

“let me see my memories.” the tone he’s chosen to use wasn’t gentle, but it wasn’t harsh either.

jisung’s staring straight at the tooth fairy, who was in the middle of sorting out a problem with her baby fairies. she stills and purses her lips, looking at the teenage boy with red-rimmed eyes.

he’s had enough of the lies, tired of the way the rest of the guardians seem to think they can decide what he wants to do with who he is and the past that holds the answers to everything he had questioned the man in the moon ever since he had become jack frost.

“what happened, jisung?” her concern is waved off by the cold boy, the grip on his staff was tightening. “please, toothiana.”

his low whisper gets to her. he never calls her by her name unless things get too difiicult, for either of them. she could hear the pain hidden by his tough front, but she could tell that the boy was having an incredibly hard time.

“you’ve kept this from me for long enough. i’m tired of having to… look towards the moon and get no response every night for something i know is right here with you—!” his voice strains from the pain he’s trying so hard to hide from her.

the fairy sighs—conflicted by the care she holds for him and her duty to protect him. “…okay.”

jisung was fairly surprised by how quickly she agreed to him, but she wasn’t sure if she should even be allowing him to see his memories, strict rules from north was taunting her mind. but, with one more glance at jisung, she knows that she just doesn’t have the heart to keep it from him.

he watches silently as she flutters over to the hidden cases of teeth she had collected over the years, her fingers skimming over thousands of tabs—one shiny case slipping out into her awaiting hands.

“just… we’re here for you, jisung. okay? if you need us…” the fairy gently places the gold tube in his hands before leaving him alone to discover the memories lying in the gold case.

he wasn’t sure about what was preventing him from diving head first into his memories, but his gaze remained trained on the small image on the side of the tube, one that looked like his younger self. the silence he was left with seemed to scream at him to touch the white surface.

‘sung! jisung, where are you?!

he wanted to call out to the voice, tell them that he was right here and that he was doing just fine. he could hear the panic in the unfamiliar voice despite it being muffled and quiet.

being in this moment scared him more than anything ever has—he could have his memories in his hands right now and they were all at the touch of his fingertips. but the idea of it all overwhelmed him, pushing his heart to rage against his chest.

jisung… where did you go?

“i’m right here.” his whisper is heard by no one.

—

“that’s so stupid!” the room is filled with giggles as the boy attempts to flip whipped cream up from the back of his hand and into his mouth.

with a cute frown, “it is not! and it’s so possible.” jisung rolls his eyes, slapping his wrist and missing for the hundredth time.

this only causes the two kids to fall into even more fits of giggles, the whipped cream landing on the young boy’s forehead. he looked incredibly silly, but nothing could have prepared the younger girl for how adorable he looked, despite it all.

“shouldn’t you get going? or do you wanna stay over tonight?” she breaks the comfortable atmosphere with the tough question. the girl knew how sensitive the topic of jisung’s parents were, which is why she attempted to avoid it as much as she could. but it was late, and if he didn’t go home now, he would for sure be in trouble.

his deep sigh is what meets the soft question, and though he tries to hide behind a smile, she knew he was hurting.

“is it okay if i stay over?”

she never asks why, but that’s why jisung’s so lucky to have the girl sitting in front of him. his question is met by a soft nod from her, eliciting his lips to tug into a small smile.

“you’re the best.”

the sliver of a memory soothes one of jisung’s many curiosities. the small gold case he’s holding opened up one of his many lost memories, one that he knows was treasured by his younger self. the sight of the faceless girl haunts his mind as he imagines the memory over and over again. who was she to him?

“damn it,” jisung huffs when he feels frustrated tears sting at his eyes.

he could tell by the one memory he allowed himself to see—that the reason the guardians were hiding this from him, was because of the difficult past he was dealt with. he may not remember any of it, but slowly it was piecing itself together.

—

you hated this day. and with every year that passes, you’d wonder if it would ever get easier, but it never does. seeing your best friend’s name engraved on a tombstone was never an easy sight. it never failed to bring you to tears.

your parents would always carry a new boquet of hyacinths, jisung’s favorite flower according to you. the three of you would arrive at his grave, a different boquet already sitting at the feet of his tombstone.

you had your hands in your pockets and your gaze settled on the floor—so you didn’t notice a certain white haired boy who had settled himself on your porch.

“woah. what the hell?!” your loud voice seems to go ignored by your parents as they head into your house. your heart was racing at the sight of the unknown boy who seemed just as startled as you were.

jisung’s eyes are blown wide as he stares back at you, “y-you can see me…?”

you’re clutching at your jacket as you stare at him, bewildered. what the hell?

“yes i can see you, y-you freak! who the hell are you?!”

he stumbles as he picks up his staff, the hood resting on his head falls as he slowly steps off your porch. “shh, dude. you have to be quiet.”

jisung doesn’t know what he’s doing. he came here to get some piece of mind—and when your car came rolling up your driveway, he wasn’t expecting you to see him.

“you expect me to be quiet when you’re just mmf—!”

both of you are surprised when jisung surges forward and covers your mouth with his hand. you’re stunned at his action, his palm feeling cold as ice against your skin.

“no one else sees me. i don’t know why you do, though. so you have to shut up.” he’s quiet now, his eyes turning to your front door, trying to see if your parents were going to come out at any moment.

“who the hell are you?” your voice is slightly calm now, the boy stands sheepishly in front of you. his silence gives you a moment to look him over, a ridiculous wooden staff is sitting between his fingers—a blue hoodie clads his skinny figure and his feet were bare against the white snow covering your front yard.

“i’m—uh… jack..?” he watches, amused at how you seem to stare at him with disbelief.

“jack?” you whisper, your jaw unclenches as he nods at your question. an easy smile dancing on his lips.

he honestly has no idea what he’s doing. but he does know that he’s enjoying it.

“yeah! jack frost, ever heard of me?” he smiles lazily. it wasn’t everyday that he could introduce himself as the fairytale that he seems to have become over the past for years to anyone.

your frown is instant. jisung watched as your eyes danced across his face, taking in the familiarity of his older, colder features.

he expected anything. maybe a jaw drop. maybe a gasp, maybe even an eyebrow raise with some questioning as to whether or not he was serious.

what he didn’t expect though, was for your eyes to widen before your body crumpled to the ground.

—

the warmth of your bed is the first thing that you register when you wake from the strangest dream.

you’d seen jisung. you were sure of it. his hair was as white as snow, and he stared at you with not one hint of recognition—just mischief and a little disbelief at the idea of you seeing him.

“jack…” your murmur disturbed the silence of your bedroom. sitting up, your blanket fell off your shoulders. you were still in the clothes you wore to jisung’s grave, and the moonlight spilling into your room was the only source of light that illuminated your space.

confusion and sadness wraps itself around your heart as you try and shake the feelings that your dream had welcomed back into your head.

unbeknownst to you, frost begins to form on the corners of your closed window as a certain white haired boy perches himself on your roof—his grip on his wooden staff tightening at your quiet whisper.

he didn’t know who you were—not up until a few days ago, anyway. so why did a flash of recognition cross your eyes before you tumbled to the ground?

was that his confirmation that he was the jisung you were talking about? but how?

the jisung you knew was dead. and he was very much alive. albeit, invisible to everyone, but alive. except he wasn’t invisible to you.

the cold boy’s eyes wandered up to the moon, glaring at it as it seemed to be taunting him from above. how could he possibly have more questions now that he’d watched one memory from his stupid golden tooth capsule?

with one last huff (and a glance towards your now peaceful figure tucked away underneath your blanket), jisung stands—and lets the air take him far away from your house.

—

“jisung! don’t go so fast!”

giggles erupt into the air as jisung grips onto the girl’s arms, leading them both across the frozen water.

his smile was bright enough to light up the darkest of nights, watching as the girl struggles to balance herself on the slipper surface.

“you’re alright.” he murmurs to her, grinning as a splash of pink settles on her cheeks.

the girl shakes her head, her grip on his arms tightening as she feels their speed start to pick up once more. “i swear to God, park jisung, if we fall—“

“don’t worry, darling. i won’t ever let you fall.”

“jack?” the tooth fairy’s tentative voice cracks jisung’s concentration as he shuts the golden capsule shut.

she eyes him, watching as he buries what he felt by what he saw deep beneath his surface. he clears his throat before shoving the capsule into the pocket that rests on the bottom of his sweater.

“what’s up?”

her wings flutter furiously as she flies herself over to him. “are… are you alright?”

and the concern in her voice—pisses him off.

“yeah. never better.” jisung smiles at her, allowing his frustration to coat his words and drip off them.

he watches as she flinches at the harshness of his words, her mouth forming a slight pout, and guilt tugs at his heart. he sighs, trying to shake the frustration from his mind.

“i’m sorry.” he murmurs, turning away from the fairy to reel back his emotions. technically, it wasn’t her fault that the memory of the girl was flawed. so it wasn’t fair to the tooth fairy that he was taking his frustrations out on her.

she smiles slightly, reaching up to fluff his hair.

“i’m sorry too, jack.”

their eyes meet and he feels his resolve cracking just a tiny bit. he had always loved the tooth fairy in a sort of, sisterly kind of way, even when she’d piss him off a lot of the time.

she bites her lip, her wings fluttering as she brings herself back down to her feet.

“…did opening your tooth box help with anything?” she asks hesitantly, unsure of how he’d taken the weight of his past.

jisung swallows. his grip on the golden capsule tightens as he avoids her gaze.

“it… it actually raised a lot more questions.” he sighs, his jaw clenching as the image of the faceless girl forces its way back into his mind.

the tooth fairy frowns, watching him closely. “how so?”

“i haven’t actually fully opened it. i could only let myself see two memories,” she nods, listening intently as jisung runs his hand through his hair.

he bites his lip, a frown making its way onto his face before he continued, “both of which had this girl. we were inseparable, apparently. but in both memories her face is blurred.”

the green fairy sighs. “that does happen to some tooth boxes. either the memories are tampered with time, or they were simply memories that the child wanted to block out. but you did say that you and the girl seemed close? i wonder why younger you had wanted to block those memories out…”

jisung’s eyes fall closed, frustration swirling beneath his chest once more.

he’d taken his tooth box in hopes for answers. and yet here he stands, more and more questions filling his mind—and suffocating his peace.

—

“you’re here.”

your voice came out breathless, though you didn’t mean for it to be. jisung was sitting on your fence, snowflakes flying from his fingertips and his staff at his feet.

his eyes darted to your figure and his lips turned up into a grin. “hello to you too!”

your heart stutters in your chest. so it wasn’t a dream.

jisung grins when he hops off your fence to make his way to you. his staff hanging comfortably from his hands. there was a sense of familiarity that drew him to you, a weird feeling that oddly—reminded him of home.

“you, good lady, happen to be one of the only humans that can see me.” jisung smiles wider when he reaches to stand right in front of you. your neck cranes to look into his eyes, and it satisfies a small part of him that he chooses to ignore.

“good lady?” jisung laughs as you cringe, pushing the hood off his head.

“y’know, like good sir?” you roll your eyes as jisung nods his head to the pile of snow in front of the two of you.

your eyes widen as they finally register the sheer amount of ducks that have been spread across your yard. “what… the?”

jisung laughs and scratches the back of his neck as he watches your reaction carefully.

“i saw you that day. you were making ducks with that contraption of yours—figured it’d be a lot faster if i made them for you.”

you’re still staring at the snow ducks, all in different shapes and sizes, your voice having evaded your throat.

jisung shuffles on his feet, unsure of what to make of your silence. he flicks his fingers at the ducks and watches happily as they come to life.

“this is… this is awesome, jack.”

he stiffens at the name, but smiles nonetheless. you step forward to crouch closer to the ducks, laughing when some of them waddle around you. jisung grins, flicking his wrist to create even more magic with the snow that shoots from his fingertips.

your giggles fill the air as he makes snow glide through the air, before bursting into tiny snowflakes that glitter as the sunshine hits them.

jisung?

the oddly familiar voice distracts the white haired boy, his fingers freezing in the air. you’re still distracted by the snowflakes when jisung feels for the tooth box in his pocket.

‘sung, where’d you go?

“i-i gotta go. i forgot i had some place to be.” he murmurs, tugging the hood of his hoodie back over his head.

your eyes linger on the little ducks all over your feet, “alright. when will i—?”

when you finally tear your eyes away from the snow, the icy boy is nowhere to be found.

—

i… i’m right here.

it was weirdly quiet. jisung felt like he was floating, which was definitely not something he was used to. his eyes were closed, and he couldn’t seem to peel them open.

“park jisung, i swear if you’re hiding just to scare me, i’m going to kill you!”

y/n. where were you? your voice sounded so far away.

it was cold. jisung felt the bite of the freezing winter air, but he didn’t feel the need to care at all.

“‘sung, seriously…” you sounded annoyed. but he was right there.

i’m here!

jisung was convinced that he was trapped in a dream. he couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes, or to reply to your annoyed cries.

then he heard your phone ring—a heartbroken gasp tumbles past your lips, and hurried footsteps fade farther and farther away from him.

y/n! i’m right here…

“y/n.” jisung gasps, the tooth box slipping from his fingers. the truth slams into him and brings him to his knees.

your last memory of him, was that he’d ditched you. the revelation wraps around his heart as tears push their way past his strong exterior.

for years he had longed to know who he had been before the man in the moon chose him to be a guardian. for years he longed for a family—one that knew him as park jisung and not as jack frost.

and now, the answers to his prayers were right there, within his reach.

“jack?” north’s deep voice brings him out of the haze he was drowning in.

tears were blurring his vision, but he stood, grabbing his staff before wiping them off with his sleeve. “i… i have a family.”

jisung’s soft voice brings a small smile onto north’s face. the rest of the guardians had been just that all their lives, guardians. jack—jisung, had been the only one who was turned into a guardian after a tragedy that had struck his life.

north had hoped to keep him in the dark for as long as possible, though he knew it was never going to end up that way. when jisung was first introduced as a guardian, he had been so clueless—so accepting of his fate as jack frost, that north had felt it’d been best to allow him to learn to love himself as jack frost, even if that meant not knowing who he was as park jisung.

he had, obviously, been wrong.

“go, ji.”

jisung’s sobs (embarrassingly) get louder, surging forward to wrap his arms around north.

“thank you, north.”

—

something told jisung that you weren’t home. even though he passed by, eyeing the car that sat in your driveway.

the cold winter air was leading him some place else. some place closer to the girl that seemed to feel more and more like home.

“i miss you, ‘sung.”

your lonely whisper just manages to reach his ears as he slows to a stop a couple feet away from where you sat.

his eyes wandered past your seated figure, slowly taking in where the wind had taken him.

a frozen over lake. one that he knew quite well.

it was cold. jisung felt the bite of the freezing winter air, but he didn’t feel the need to care at all.

“where’d you go, ‘sung?” your heartbroken whisper echoes through the empty lake once more, and urges jisung to move closer to you.

“i’m right here.”

you’re startled—your head whips towards his figure before you’re up on your feet. you’re frowning at him, but all he can do is smile warmly back at you.

“jack? what are you—“

he moves forward, flicking his wrists to form makeshift ice skates on your feet. jisung has no idea what he’s doing, but he moves swiftly and hurriedly—transferring the two of you onto the frozen lake.

“jack!” your gasp is full of fear, your hands gripping onto his forearms as jisung glides the two of you across the frozen water.

“i’m so sorry it took me this long to remember you. to remember us, y/n.” jisung’s murmur is quiet, the cold winter air suddenly heats as your eyes find his despite the fear of falling.

it takes a second, but the truth hits you just as hard as it had him a couple hours before.

park jisung was in front of you. his brown hair hair was swapped with strands that were white as snow, his eyes were blue instead of their usual dark brown and his feet were bare—but there was no doubting the sweet smile that etched itself onto his lips and the dimples that came with it.

“…’sung?”

your whisper is breathless once more, and the smile that curves jisung’s lips could not be sweeter.

“hi, darling.”

—

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ooshu · 1 year

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na jaemin / requested by @baecobies [see notes below] | 🎧 inspired by bubble gum clairo -

“jaemin, too dark in here.”

jaemin never liked fluorescent lights attached to ceilings. the only thing that is keeping you from seeing his almost silhouette figure is the little lamp just above his bed’s frame… and his desktop monitor.

“you see me though.”

“barely.” you huffed. you rose from his bed and looked for the switch. you flicked it on, and you see his hair, all-disheveled, and so is his bedsheet. his eyebrows furrowed. he grunted as he attempts blocking the blinding light with his pillow.

“such a baby.”

“turn it off!”

“fine!”

you went back to his bed. you have never slept in jaemin’s bed before. you understand that some people, no matter how you are close or too close with them, still have boundaries. so when he invited you to come over for a film night, you didn’t bring extra clothes to sleep in. he always book you an uber or accompany you to come home even though it takes an hour or two to get there.

instead, you’re sitting on his bed, wearing one of his flimsy, outgrown pairs of shorts and his black oversized shirt. he said you should just sleep in. your back is laid against the bed frame which is well, comfortable, but jaemin seems more comfortable laying down with his long legs all over the place.

“wanna order food?” you asked.

“mmh.”

“what do you want?”

“up to you”, he said, almost inaudible.

“here we go again…” you sighed.

but jaemin got up, put his arms around you, and rested his chin on your shoulder, his lips almost grazing your neck. he scrolled through the phone that you’re still holding. you can smell him so sweetly and you didn’t know why but you kind of leaned your head against the top of his head. he made a few clicks ordering a big mac and sprite then he was back in his laying position.

you tried ignoring the butterflies in your chest.

because jaemin has always been like that anyway.

then jaemin shuffled and shifted until his hands could reach your elbow. he poked it but you ignored it just for fun. then he started to somehow… becoming insistent.

he poked a little more until you said, “what?”

jaemin patted his bed.

you stared at him.

he patted it more.

“you want me to… lay down?”

he nodded.

“with you?”

he nodded once more like a kindergartener who was asked if he wanted ice cream after a fun day at daycare.

“sure? i mean, you never allowed me in your room before and-”

jaemin patted it again but almost too audible now.

“okay! okay!”

so you surrendered. and you wouldn’t lie and say this wasn’t much and more comfortable. jaemin laid down behind you where he could almost hover over your body frame. but your position is focused in front of his desktop playing anne hathaway’s one day.

the film is great, by the way. it's one of his favorites. he played this because you said you wanted to see it, too. but with jaemin laying down beside you, he couldn’t help but keep his hands off you. so he trailed his fingers on your back, drawing random lines and incoherent figures. you chuckled and tried swatting his hand away but he knows it was soothing you and eventually, you leaned into his touch that slowly cooed you to sleep.

and when he tilted his head to check that slumber has finally visited you, he spelled “i love you” on your back, fingers grazing so deliberately, so slowly because he meant every letter that formed the sentence his voice could never sing, and kissed the crown of your head.

then the doorbell rang and you were startled in your sleep.

you clumsily got out of his bed but he managed to catch your wrist to stop you. you looked at him looking at you, smiling.

still holding you, he rose from his position. he kind of pinched your skin, not too tightly, but it was a nod, an assurance that he got it. he let you go and answered the door.

jaemin was never good with words anyway.

- thank you, @baecobies, for requesting! i've always wanted to do a jaemin oneshot omg (and yes, this vlog still lives in my head rent free. he looks so cuddly)! prompt/request reveal:

hi, idk if you're still open for request but i was thinking if its possible for u to write a jeno/jaemin/mark (any of the three, i don't mind) short fic :D i don't really have any trope in mind but please just something! anything! hahaha byeee

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lee-aveyourmark · 7 months

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pov: you find out nct dream is spiderman

∘.∙°. masterlist Pairing: NCT Dream x reader Genre: sm!au, nothin' but crack Warnings: toxic toxic banter; swearing a plenty

A/N: i whipped this up in one sitting - oh, the wonders of being overcaffeinated!

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liliansun · 1 year

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pairing: jeno x reader (ft.yanghyuck)

synopsis: nothings worse than having a crush on the same person since you were kids—actually having your roommate sleeping with him kinda tops the cake. let’s just hope you can get your feelings to him before he gets something else.

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex but not explicitly described—just like talked about if that makes sense (no actual smut), jeno is kinda a player and an asshole, mentions of mark from nct & winter from aespa

word count: 9.5k

genre: childhood school friends 2 potential lovers, angst, fluff, humor bc I think I’m funny

a/n: this was put off for so long so please be nice w the criticism 🧎‍♀️

Rolling over in bed, you look at the clock for what felt like the millionth time within the last few hours. The time read 3:49am, making you groan as you turn back over and pull the blanket over your head. Most people would be asleep by now, unless they were studying for a major exam that was right around the corner, but that didn’t apply to you. Instead of getting the well needed rest you were so desperate for, you were forced to hear the sounds of your roommate getting railed by your middle school crush in the next room. Other than keeping you up, knowing what was going on between the two on the other side of the wall made your heart ache.

You tried to drown them out, pressing your palm against your ear in hopes that the noise would fade, but it never does. Grabbing the pair of headphones on your spare pillow, you opt for sticking them in your ear and putting your playlist on shuffle. You weren’t sure when you finally dozed off, but you were awakening by the sound of your favorite song playing on blast. Jolting up on your bed, you rip your blanket from your body and start patting around the bed, looking for the little buds that seemed to have fallen out while you slept. After searching for a few minutes, you put them back into their case and turned the music off on your phone before getting out of bed.

When walking down the hallway, you stretched your arms out along with a big yawn. “Didn’t get much sleep I see.” You heard a husky voice call out behind you. You jump, gasping as you turned around to see Jeno standing in your hallway. He was shirtless, shorts loosely hugging his waist as he ruffled the towel around his neck into the back of his hair. “Oh shit, you scared me.”

“Sorry y/n, I thought you heard the door shut.” He replied, as he stopped drying his hair. Trying to catch your breath, the sight alone is enough to keep you awake, but he didn’t exactly need to know that. “Are you alright? Your face is looking a little red.” He asked, bringing one hand up to touch your cheek. The back of his fingers brushed against your skin, sending your brain and heart into a frenzy.

“Y-yeah I’m okay! That’s just how I look when I wake up.” You reply quickly, stepping back to create more distance between you two. Taking a few more steps, you trying to calm your heart as you walked towards the kitchen. Jeno followed, drying the other side of his head. “You never did say if you got enough sleep, you still look pretty tired.” Opening the fridge, you grabbed the milk and a container of fruit. “How could anyone sleep with the noise you two were making?” Guilt immediately washed over you after realizing how badly it sounded out loud. When you looked up, you saw Jeno sitting at the table, lowering his head a bit. “I’m sorry, I told her to be quiet, but she said you were already asleep.”

Shrugging, you setting the milk on the counter and opening the cabinet for the bowls. “It’s fine, it happens ya know? Nature and all.” It all sounded pretty stupid in your head, but it was better than talking about how he rearranges your roommates insides three times a week. Grabbing the protein powder he keeps stashed in your pantry as well as your favorite cereal, you move to the table and set set everything down. “You making a shake?” You almost want to laugh, shaking your head as you take your cereal, bowl and milk to the table. “No, but I know that you will, muscle pig.”

“At least I don’t eat straight sugar for breakfast, wait are those unicorn marshmallows?” He squints as he leans over the table, pointing at your now half full bowl. You gasp, covering your bowl with your hands. “How dare you insult this magical bowl of goodness?” You’re amused at the way he laughs at your seriousness. “Nothing princess, just enjoy the cereal.” Part of you knows he didn’t mean anything by it and that he was joking with you because of your choice of cereal, but that didn’t mean the other part of you wished he always called you that. Just as you were deciding on crying into your bowl in the comfort of your bed, the vibration of your phone saved you from explaining that later on.

Pulling it from your pocket, you mentally roll your eyes at the caller ID. “There she is!” Yangyang sang as he smiled when you answered his video call. “Do you know what time it is?” You ask, propping your phone against your bowl so you can pour the milk in. “Yes I’m very aware of what time it is, why do you- ooh I see you have company.” He wiggles his eyebrows up when noticing Jeno in the back assembling his shake. “Eyes on me liu.” He smirks, looking over to whoever was beside him. “We’ll talk about this later or actually in fifteen if you’re not dressed in ten.” You nearly choke on your cereal, wiping your mouth with your sleeve. “Did I miss when I agreed to go out with you?”

“Oh so you wanna go out with me.”

“I’m literally gonna castrate you.” Yangyang laughs, handing his phone over to Haechan who seemed way too happy to see your hair sticking up on the side. “Beautiful baby, even when you’re a mess.” Contemplating on hanging up, you let out an annoyed sigh. “Yang is too busy getting no bitches to tell you, but we’re going down to that new place near the library and you’re coming, right?” Chewing on your breakfast, you contemplate the options. If you go, there’s free food and a chance to get a new book or even just hide in the library where neither Haechan or Yangyang will find you. If you don’t go, you’d be home alone on a Saturday and as tempting as that sounds, you’re not sure how much more of shirtless Jeno you can handle.

“Say please and I’ll go.” Haechan smiles, the kind of smile that’s so sickening sweet that it makes your insides flip. Just as you’re about to question him and his weird grin, you hear a knock at the door. Both you and Jeno turn to look at each other, shrugging as you get up from the table and go answer. When you open the door, Haechan is standing in front of you, clicking end on your call as he opens his arms. “Pretty please, mommy?” You scoff, staring at him in amusement. “Never call me mommy again and I’ll go.” Satisfied, he pulls you forward by your sleeve and engulfs you into a hug. “Yes, mommy.”

“You’re pushing it hyuck.” You mumbled against his jacket. “I just love it when you talk dirty to me.” He practically whispers, laughing as you look up at him in utter disgust.

When Yangyang finally gets to the top of the stairs, he overlooks the two of you and immediately points out Jeno at the table. “So who’s the naked guy and why haven’t you introduced me yet?” Practically prying Haechan’s arms from around you, you walk back inside while the two boys follow. “This is Jeno, he’s currently fucking my roommate. Jeno, this is Yangyang and Donghyuck, but his ‘friends’ call him Haechan.”

“Why’d you put friends in quotations?” Haechan pouts, staring at you as if you just broke his heart. “Because you don’t have any hyuck.” You smile, instantly regretting ever letting him in when his pout morphs back into a grin. “But you call me hyuck, baby, so what’s that gotta say about us.”

“I’d call you by your government name if I had you on a kill list too.” Yangyang intervened, making Haechan jump on his back. You walk away from the two that somehow ended up on your couch in the middle of wrestling, completely forgetting about your cereal. Jeno followed behind you, standing against your doorframe as you went through the clothes of your closet. “So I take it you’re heading out?”

“Yeah, I mean if I don’t then they’d end up staying here and distributing the peace so I’ll take the win and get free food.” He only hums, watching as you silently try to decide on two different cardigans. “The one on the left is your color.” You smile, pulling it off the hanger.

“Since when did you get so good at picking out girls' clothes?” Jeno smiles, stepping a little further in your room and taking a look around. “Dunno, I guess when you’ve taken enough of them off girls you kinda get a feel on what looks good or not.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s one way.” He settles on your bed as you look in the back for your most comfortable pair of jeans. “So what’s up with you and Haechan?”

“What do you mean?” Slipping the cardigan over your head, you figured it would cover the white shirt underneath and thank god you were right. “He seems, what’s the word, touchy?” You laugh, a bit too loud if you’re honest. “That’s because he is, he’s always been that way pretty much since we met. It’s kinda weird, but he knows his boundaries even if he likes to push them a little.”

“So he’s your boyfriend?” You shake your head, signaling for him to turn around and which he does. “So you’re fucking him?”

“Ew no, that boy has too many people going on that thing for me, I’ll be surprised if it’s still attached to be honest.” Jeno seemed almost confused, turning back around when he felt you were dressed. He looks you up and down, smiling just a little, but not enough for you to notice. “I’m not fucking Yangyang either, if you’re wondering.”

“Then who is getting into your pants?” Smiling, you pull your hair up and secure it with a clip. “No one, honestly, I don’t really care to have dirty hands down the front of my pants.”

“And if my hands were clean?” You smile at him, turning around once you’ve got your shoes on. “They’re not, you’re fucking my roommate, remember? I’ve seen the guys who come in before and after you’re gone.” Jeno nods, watching as you give yourself one final check in your mirror. “Lock up if you’re gone before I come back please.”

“I was actually gonna just hang around a bit, Jaemin texted me that he has a friend over and I really don’t wanna hear him bust a hole in the wall.” You give him a look through the mirror, making him laugh as he mumbles sorry. “I get it though, feel free to hang and text Jaemin he better not be recording anything weird on my camera.” Jeno gives you a puzzled look, “You know Jaemin? As in Na Jaemin?”

“Jeno, we all went to school together. Of course, I know who Jaemin is.” Slightly embarrassed, Jeno rubs the back of his neck as he averts his eyes down to your bed. “Yeah, right I don’t know how I forgot that, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, plus it’s not like you and I talked a lot so it’s okay.” The look in his eyes was something you weren’t entirely familiar with. Sure, you knew Jeno was just more than someone who’s good in bed, but this was something you had never seen from him and that alone made your stomach flutter. “I hate to break up this moment,” Yangyang moves his hands in a circular motion between you and Jeno, “But y/n, Haechan said and I quote ‘tell my baby momma that if she doesn’t get out here I will mark my territory on her couch and scream her name’ end quote.”

Jeno looked utterly mortified while Yangyang shrugged. You smile, waving goodbye and walking out of your room just in time to see Haechan facing away with his hands pulling at his pants. “Lee Donghyuck, if I see any one of your kids on my couch God so help me, I’m going to bust your balls.” He turns his head, smiling at you from over his shoulder. “Honey, you’re back!”

Once Haechan ensured you that his zipper was up and was staying up, the three of you left the house. The air outside has dropped a little since you woke up, making you feel a little more cold than you’re comfortable with. The three of you walked from your apartment down to the cafe that Yangyang and Haechan mentioned earlier. “So who’s gonna tell him that you’ve got heart eyes?” Yangyang smiled, watching as you squinted at him as if you didn’t know what he was talking about. “Don’t play dumb, baby cakes, we all saw how you were about to jump that man’s bones if we didn’t come in time.” Haechan looked over at you only to receive the finger you wish you could stick up his ass. Scratch that, he’d enjoy that too much.

“No one is telling anyone anything, besides, it’s not like it’ll matter because who wants to date the guy who creams your roommate?” Yangyang nods, opening the door to the cafe for you to enter. If you’re honest, you didn’t even realize you arrived and probably would’ve kept walking on. “Yeah well, it’s not like they’re a thing at least.” Haechan holds the front of the door open, following behind you. “Actually, he has the hots for her in a lovey dovey kinda way.”

“And how are you so sure about that?” Yangyang questions you as he looks over at the menu plastered on the wall. “His best friend spilled it when we made small talk so he can borrow my camera.” Both Haechan and Yangyang gasped dramatically, looking at one another in disbelief. “The film major? I didn’t think he spoke to anyone other than Jeno and his daily booty call.”

“Is that really what shocks you?” Yangyang nodded, waving over a barista to get his order taken. Haechan tells out his order and since you didn’t have a chance to look, you just get whatever he got. “Don’t let it stress you, you’re out of his league anyway.” Haechan gave you a genuine smile and it always reminds you that no matter how insanely unhinged he may be, he always finds a way to make you smile. “Thanks hyuck.” You say, giving him a side hug as the three of you walk over to a table and wait for your order. “So what’s he like in bed, is he a grunter or is he more of a daddy?” You stare at Yangyang with a confused expression, leaning in to take a sip of your drink. “From what I’ve heard, he’s more like a ‘I want to hear you’ kinda guy.”

“Ew, c’mon y/n, you can do better than that.” Yangyang points his pastry at you in disappointment, earning a snicker from the boy beside you. “But can I? I mean no guy goes after me, not that I’m complaining honestly.” Haechan stood up from his seat, the sound of the chair dragging against the floor caught everyone’s attention. Slightly uncomfortable by all the eyes that were now directed at your table, you awkwardly tug on his sleeve. “What are you doing?” Haechan grunts, climbing on top of the table and stares around the room.

After the whole mess that Haechan made in the cafe, the three of you were kicked out and put on ban for the rest of the year. Both Haechan and Yangyang got an earful from you as they walked you back to your apartment, muttering little apologies and full hearted sorrys. By the time they had bid you goodbye, you tiredly unlocked your apartment and threw your bag on the couch upon entering. You were surprised to see your roommate walking in from the hallway, stopping as she saw you. “They’re not with you, are they?” When you shake your head no, she lets out a sigh of relief before continuing her way to the kitchen.

“Jeno told me he met them this morning.” You plop yourself onto the couch, letting out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. “He looked terrified by the experience.”

“Mortified is the word he used, but he wouldn’t be the first.” You laugh, sitting up to see her coming back from the kitchen with two cups. “He’s convinced hyuck and you are a thing.” You shrug, taking the cup from her hand thankfully. “When are y’all gonna make it official, it’s been what, three years?” You fake gag, shaking your head at the idea of you and Haechan dating. “I mean don’t get me wrong, he’s pretty damn good looking, but if he was really serious about me like he said then why is his dick used more than Amazon?” This made your roommate laugh, easing you to join in on the laugh. “Please, we all know that boy would cut it off if you gave him a chance.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think I see him like that.” Your roommate turns on the tv, getting comfortable with your bag when your phone starts vibrating repeatedly. You pull it from your pocket, scrolling down to see the messages you were missing.

bitchless bitches groupchat:

[12:02pm] sunshine 🐻: baby please 😭 don’t leave me hanging

[12:02pm] liu bitch: bro she is mad maD let her breathe 🤨

[12:03pm] sunshine 🐻: but I didn’t get a kiss goodbye 🤕

[12:04pm] liu bitch: bro nobody wants those concrete lips 😵‍💫

[12:04pm] sunshine 🐻: I’ll tell y/n what you did with her hamster freshman year

[12:05pm] liu bitch: ahaha you’re so funny haha look at those plump peaches you got 😍🥰🥹

[12:05pm] sunshine 🐻: BABY COME BACK

[12:05pm] sunshine 🐻: YOU CAN BLAME IT ALL ON HIM

[12:05pm] liu bitch: BITCH YOU WERE THE ONE WHO TRIED TO GRAB UR MEAT?!?!

[12:06pm] sunshine 🐻: I thought y/n was hungry 😞😞

[12:07pm] liu bitch: bro..get some help..more therapy and less weed..🔞

After scrolling through the group chat, you realize an unknown number messaged you an hour ago.

[10:59am] unknown: hey, my roommate gave me your number

[11:00am] unknown: this is Jeno btw Lee Jeno

Your roommate looks over at you, giving you a questioned look at your sudden cheeky smile. “Who’s got you kicking your feet like a playground crush.” You snicker, typing away at your phone to save his contact. “Huh?” Snapping out of your own thoughts, you realize she had leaned over your shoulder to get a better view of your sudden overload of happiness. “Jeno, huh, is there something I need to know.” She smirks at you, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. You groan, getting up from the couch and making your way to your room. The last thing you want is your roommate finding out about your not-so secret crush on her fuck buddy.

As you’re walking into your room, you feel your phone vibrating, lifting it up to see the caller ID. You answer the call, shutting your door behind you and when the call connects you brings the phone to your ear. “Can I help you, mister Lee?” He chuckles, shifting around on the other line while thinking of a logical reason he called. “I just wanted to make sure I got the right number, you left me on read so I thought Jaemin gave me a fake.”

“Since when did Jaemin get my number?”

“He said he has his ways, personally I think he got it from your friends.” You hum, figuring that he probably got access to your friends and they handed your number over for some exchange of other numbers or food. “Well now that you know it’s me, what’s up?” The last part comes out a little high pitched, not sure on what to say that makes this a less awkward conversation. “Nothing much, honestly.” You nod silently, sitting on your bed while looking around your room. The conversation died as quickly as it started up and it was starting to get awkward. “Well it was nice knowing you.” Jeno’s laugh made your heart swell as it rang through the phone, bringing a smile to your lips. “Really, that’s it?” You now join in on the laughter, shrugging to yourself. “I guess, I don’t know, this isn’t really a thing we do.”

“Why don’t we make it a thing we do?” You fall silent, trying to stop yourself from smiling any wider than you already were. “We’ll see when we get there.”

“See you when we get there, y/n.” When the line ended, you threw your phone down and started rubbing your cheeks to soothe the sore muscles from smiling too hard. Weeks passed after that call between you and Jeno, but not much has changed. He would come over on his usual routine to slip between your roommates legs, but now he would text you before to give you a heads up about the noise. It still stung every time he’d text you to slip in your headphones, but at least he would occasionally send you random texts throughout the day which was a plus in your book.

“What are you so smitten about?” Renjun, your classmate who you got partnered up with for a project, sends you a glare for spending so much time on your phone. “The bitches you don’t have.” Renjun, unbothered, rolls his eyes at you before returning his attention back to his laptop. Putting down the device in your hand, you glance down at your textbook that was propped up against the table and in your lap, sticking random colored sticky notes on paragraph’s that you’d need to revisit later. You’re almost halfway done with your project and you’re honestly hoping to finish it soon to regain some of your life (read: sleep) back.

“Are you okay, you look kind of..dead.” You glance up, eyes meeting with Renjun’s as you shake your head slowly. The two of you had been spending day and night working on this since it’ll cost you most of your final grade and the effect of it has really taken a toll on you both. Renjun just happens to be better at hiding it than you are, probably because he deals with worse things than stressing over the essay portion. “Go get some coffee to bring you back a bit.” Your eyes soften, slowly shutting your book with a smile.

“You’re godsend huang.” He snickers, waving you off as you get up from your seat and practically tackle him in his own. “Get off me before I blow the whistle.” He groans, trying to pry your arms from around him. Blowing a kiss, you grab your wallet and scurry away from the table and out of the library. The temperature outside warmed up a little compared to what was predicted, but it still was pretty chilly to be walking a far distance without a jacket. Despite the wind blowing against your exposed arms, you pushed through and made your way to the nearest cafe on campus.

As soon as you push the door open, you’re thankful it’s not crowded and that they had the heat on for all the poor frostbitten souls who made the walk here. You walk up to the counter, ordering two hot chocolates to go before standing off to the side waiting for your order. You get a weird sense that you’re being watched, but the fear of turning around and embarrassing yourself prevents you from looking over your shoulder. Just as you’re about to convince yourself you’re paranoid, you hear a voice from behind you say your name.

“Y/n.” Turning around, you nearly throat punch the last person you expected to creep up on you like he did. Jaemin ducks, smiling at you with an unreadable expression. “Easily scared I see, I thought you would’ve noticed I was looking at you by now.” You take a step back, one hand on your chest to assure your racing heart that violence is not always the answer. “You can’t just come up behind people like that.” Jaemin shrugs, throwing his arm around your shoulder. “Whatcha waiting on?”

“Drinks for me and Renjun.”

“Oh so you’re on a date?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, making you nearly gag by his suggestive expression. “With Renjun, god no. Don’t get me wrong, he’s attractive, but he’s just a friend.” Jaemin nods, tapping his chin as if he was in deep thought. “So if you’re not seeing anyone, why haven’t you made a move on my muscle pig yet.” Taken aback, you miss the barista calling your name. Jaemin nudges you, bringing you somewhat back to your senses to get your order. You grab both drinks, contemplating throwing one in your face to see if you’re actually dreaming or not.

“Are we gonna stare at the lids or are we gonna go back to lover boy who’s waiting.” You give him a sour look, letting him lead you out the cafe with his arm still around your shoulder. As you two walk back to the library, Jaemin doesn’t let up on his teasing about you and his best friend, to which you ignore. “C’mon y/n, everybody knows it by now, I mean it’s kinda obvious.”

“You’ve literally only seen him around me a handful of times, how are you so sure I have feelings for him?”

“My spidy senses told me.” Shoving him with your arm, you finally manage to create some distance between the two of you as you re-enter the library. When you got back to Renjun, the boy who you were just talking about was sitting beside your empty chair, resting his head against your bag. “Oh thank god, I was about to call campus security if I had to listen to him ask where you were one more time.” Renjun, who looked way too thankful you returned, shut his laptop and reached out for his cup. After handing his over, you sit down beside Jeno who is eyeing you and Jaemin.

“What did I miss?” He asks, gesturing his finger between you and the boy who chose to sit on the other side of you. “Y/n just confessed her undying love for me at the cafe so I walked her back.” Jeno gave you a questioning look to which you shook your head and waved off. Somewhat satisfied, he silently watched you reopen your textbook while sipping slowly on the hot beverage.

You could feel his stare, making you loose focus as you try to go over in your head what exactly you need to remember and how to reword for your professor’s satisfaction. “What are you studying.” Jeno’s voice snaps you back into reality, not realizing how lost you had gotten in your own thoughts. Lifting the side of the book, you show him the cover to which he gives you an empathetic look. “It’s a required class for my major, trust me this was totally against my will.” His eyes crinkle up, forming into little crescents that bright a smile to your face. Unbeknownst to the both of you, Renjun and Jaemin were staring at you two, both utterly disgusted by the sight in front of them. “If it helps, depending on what professor you have, I can help you get some easy extra credit in case you bomb the project.”

“And what makes you think we’re gonna bomb it?” You turn more towards him, pushing your book onto the table. “The nauseating sight I just had to endure might be one reason.” Rolling your eyes, you ignore Renjun’s comment and prop your elbow onto the table. “Dunno, just food for thought.” You give his shoulder a slight shove, earning a laugh from him in return. “How can you even get me extra credit in a class you’re not taking?” Now sitting up, Jeno stretches his arms out which quite literally takes your breath away when you get a glance of his slightly exposed abdomen. “I used to be a TA for a couple of them.”

“Back when he wasn’t such a man whore, he used to actually be a model student.” You whip around in your chair, hitting Jaemin on his arm like a disappointed aunt. “Jaemin, that’s rude to call people whores.”

“But he was, ask the g-“ Jeno cleared his throat, exchanging looks with Jaemin to which you thought was kinda weird—kinda sus. Deciding that you’ve spent too much time wasting away in the library, you grab your things and start to pack them into your bag. “Where do you think you’re going?” Renjun, who was concentrating on whatever that was on his screen, looked up for a brief moment to see you about to leave. “Home, I’m gonna fall apart if I sit here any longer.”

“But you literally just got back from getting drinks.” You sling your bag over your shoulder, gripping it as you pout at Renjun. “But I’m so tired, I’ll work on it tonight I promise, I just can’t sit here any longer.” He sighs, knowing all too well not to argue with you. “Fine, but if you don’t have some work done by tonight, I know where you sleep.” You blow a kiss to him, waving goodbye to Jaemin as well when Jeno gets up and follows along your side.

“Where to?” You look up at him, exiting the library. “You’re coming with me?” He nods, pulling his keys out from the pocket of his jacket. “I don’t have anything else to do, besides it’s not like I’ve never been to your place before.” You nod, trying to push down the unsettling feeling that gave you when thinking about the exact reason he has been over to your place.

By the time the two of you made it back to your apartment, you got a total of eight minutes alone together for you to unload your bag before rapid knocking came from the other side of your door. Jeno, being the gentleman he is, answered the door for you while you laid on your floor in defeat already knowing who it was. “There she is, I told you she wasn’t hiding from me.” Haechan pointed down at you, smiling as he held a bag in his free hand. Yangyang groaned, pulling what seemed to be money from his pocket and slapping into Haechan’s hand. “Why can’t you hideout when Haechan is awake like normal people?” Yangyang maneuvered his way through Haechan and Jeno, who were standing in the space by your door and in the middle of your living room, and plopped down beside you.

“Let’s be honest, he’d still find me.” Yangyang nodded in agreement, propping himself up on his hands as he relaxed back. “Babygirl, why must you do me so wrong.” You threw up the middle finger at Haechan who was now man-spread on your couch. He blew you a kiss, followed with a wink before glancing over at Jeno who was still standing by the door. “What’s he doing here with you, alone at that.” Jeno looked between the three of you before laughing softly to himself and sitting down beside you on the floor. “We just got here actually, so there wasn’t much time for us to get anywhere you might be thinking.” Instantly, you felt your cheeks flood with warmth.

Haechan gasped, sitting up on your couch while staring at you. Yangyang snickered as you covered your face in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, you said what, you said you’re trying to slip your slippery and infested snake into my best friend?” Jeno’s face showed how disgusting he was with the description Haechan gave to his lower extremities, brushing it off when you sat up and caught his attention. “That’s it, out, both of you.” Yangyang looked at you, mouth agape as he scrambled to get off the floor and followed behind you as you went around to retrieve Haechan. “But baby, I was just being honest.” You shook your head at him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and started to guide( drag) him to your door.

“Why do I have to go when he’s the one who’s making things weird?”

“Because you live with him and are associated by default.” Much to Haechan’s protest, Yangyang pouted, but understood where you were coming from and took his friend and left after you shut the door. Jeno, who was still on the floor, was laughing so hard that his eyes crinkled up into little crescents. Your heart soared at the sight of his face when he laughs and you try to push down that bubbling feeling in your chest and make your way down your hall. “Where are you going?” He called out, getting up from where he was sitting and followed behind you. “I need a nap after that, my battery is now drained.” You entered your room, plopping down on your bed and immediately slipped underneath your blanket.

Jeno stood at the entrance of your room, looking around before settling his eyes on you. “No invitation?” Your half-closed eyes flutter over to him, mirroring his smile. “Didn’t know you needed an invitation to my bed.” After the words left you, you immediately realized how dirty it sounded. Jeno had this knowingly grin on his face as he slipped his hoodie off and tossed it somewhere on the floor before climbing into your bed and getting comfortable in the spot behind you. You mentally fought with yourself to not let the close proximity affect you, but you were loosing your own battle. Thankfully, your back was facing him and that helped you collect your self while your cheeks still felt the heat from your unfiltered comment.

You can’t exactly remember when you fell asleep, but by the time that you woke up, you felt a lot warmer than you did before your eyes closed. Jeno’s arm had found its way around your waist and rested against your stomach which closed in the space between you two. Staring over at your phone which was dinging repeatedly, you contemplated risking waking him up or letting your friends think you’ve fallen off the face of the earth due to your lack of reply. Trying to move discreetly, you lean over and grab your phone from your side table. Jeno started to stir behind you, gripping your waist a little bit which catches you by surprise. Trying to contain your composure, you lean a little further and finally grab the phone from and gasping when it nearly slips out of your grip.

Slipping back into the position you were in when you woke up, you unlock your phone to see a bunch of unread messages from your friends.

bitchless bitches groupchat:

[07:59pm] sunshine 🐻: baby don’t tell me you let that man put his bumpy butt near you..I can do so much better 🤕

[08:00pm] liu bitch: this is exactly why she kicked us out,, get some help bro fr

[08:00pm] sunshine 🐻: y/n loves me for who I am

[08:01pm] sunshine 🐻: right y/n?

[08:02pm] sunshine 🐻: y/n???

[08:06pm] liu bitch: bro what happened to y/n?

[08:07pm] sunshine 🐻: bro what if that bald eagle looking bitch seduced our girl..who else will deal w us 😭💔

[08:07pm] liu bitch: Y/N. DO NOT LEAVE ME ALONE WITH HIM

[08:08pm] sunshine 🐻: YEAH HES CRAZY

[08:11pm] sunshine 🐻: oh you meant me.. 💔

You seriously were reconsidering your friendship with those two after reading over the group chat. Scrolling through other missed notifications, you see your roommate texted you and for some reason you felt sick to your stomach.

[08:05pm] roomie <3: hey I’m omw home

[08:13pm] roomie <3: passed yanghyuck on my way in and they were crying..are they okay?

[08:21pm] roomie <3: checked in on you bc you’re quiet, saw you snuggling up to jeno??

[08:22pm] roomie <3: we def need to talk about this later, I’m heading out for now.

Swallowing thickly, you take a deep breath and let it out slowly while your mind ponders over what the talk with your roommate would be like later. “You’re tense, what’s wrong?” Hearing Jeno’s post-nap voice probably would’ve scared you if it wasn’t for the fear you already felt for facing your roommate later. “Good morning to you too.” He laughs, moving his arm from around you and stretching out as you roll onto your back. “Anything you wanna talk about?” Shaking your head, you rest your phone on your chest and try to calm the thoughts that were buzzing around in your head. Jeno noticed your change in demeanor, opting not to push you any further and instead look out your window and noticing how dark it had gotten.

“How long were we out for?”

“A couple hours, I think.”

Jeno pushes the blanket down as he climbs his way out of your bed, taking a moment to stretch once he was fully standing. Your mind is telling you to see if he’s looking at you, wanting and waiting for him to want you the way he wants her, but your heart has already had enough and doesn’t wanna push things any further than today. “I can’t believe we were out that long.” After fishing his phone out from his pocket, he checks the time and sucks air in through his teeth. “I’m gonna head out, probably won’t sleep tonight.” Your lack of response had him a little worried, looking over at you who was still laid still on your bed.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Deciding to sit up, your phone falls from your chest and lands backside on your bed. Just as you’re about to get out of bed, an incoming call comes through. Jeno looks down at your phone before looking back up at you, almost disappointed to see the caller id. “I’m gonna go.” He mouthed at you as you pick up your phone and answer the call. You give him a nod before he leaves your room and you carry on your call. “Oh hey, didn’t know you were here.” Just as he was leaving, your roommate came in the door. “Yeah, just was hanging with y/n.” She nods, setting down her coat and walks toward him. “Leaving?”

He nods, watching as her hands fiddle with the edge of his shirt. “Bummer, wished you’d stay for some extra company.” He knows all too well what she wants and he almost wants to say no, but isn’t exactly sure why. “Are you inviting me in for another night?” Her hands fall to her side, looking up at him with the most well acted pout. “Unfortunately, no, Yuta is coming over tonight and I just wanted to get you in before he came.” For some reason, he was hurt. Jeno already knew when he first started this with your roommate that it wasn’t a relationship and it didn’t have any rules to who you can and cannot mess around with. That didn’t ever stop the pain that he felt each time she blew him off for another one of her other nightly options.

“I’m just gonna go back to my dorm then, have fun.” Your roommate could tell he didn’t seem too into it, watching him leave before making her way to your room. You were on a FaceTime call with your old neighbor from your hometown. He and you remained pretty close friends throughout the years and every so often call one another to check in when it’s been too long. “I don’t get how you’re still failing to make the bread I taught you years ago, Mark it’s not even that hard to do.” As he defended his lack of baking skills, your roommate knocked on your doorframe to get your attention.

“Hey, I gotta go, but tell your mom to stop letting you bake alone because I’m not going to be responsible for you burning down your house.” After bidding goodbyes, you end the call while she makes her way onto your bed. “Mark still trying to cook?”

“Yeah and from what I’ve heard, it’s not going well.” She nods, leaning against your wall as she watched you fiddle with your phone. “Jeno just left.” Nodding, you set the device down in your lap and look over at her. “He seemed kinda upset, did something happen today?” Shaking your head, you can’t pinpoint the tone in her voice, but she didn’t look very pleased with whatever she was looking for. “Is there anything going on with you and him, you can tell me if there is.”

“Not that I know of, why does it matter though?” She hums, pushing up the polish off her nail with her fingers. “Seems like you two are just close, is all.” Letting out a deep breath, you watch as she flickers her eyes over to you. “We’ve been friends for a while now, I’ve been telling you this for weeks.” Snickering, she gets up from your bed while flicking her fingers to rid the excess chipped paint. “You can have him if you want him that bad y/n, no need to sneak around.” Getting up from your bed, you follow behind her. “I mean, I don’t blame you, he’s quite the treat between she sheets.” Her tone was one you were familiar with, but using it to bring Jeno down lit a flame within you that you didn’t know you had.

“Where’s this coming from exactly?” She dodges the question as the two of you leave the hallway and make your way out to the living room. “Why don’t you tell me, y/n?” With crossed arms, you lean against the wall as she picks up the purse she tossed on the couch you assume when she came in. “All I’m saying is if you came home and saw me tangled up with a guy you’re messing around with, you wouldn’t be too happy either.” Frustration was evident in the way she was huffing as she gathered her things from around the living room. “What the hell is that supposed to mean, last time I checked, you’re too busy chasing after Yuta to even care how he feels.”

“At least I know what I want and I go for it instead of harboring one-sided feelings for someone for years on end while it takes them years to even notice I exist.” Her words cut through you all at once, each anger fueled jab hitting a different part of you that was more sensitive than the last. Pressing your lips together, the stinging sensation in your eyes was starting to become too much to control as you fight away the tears. She can tell how badly it hurt and she almost feels sorry, but she too has her reasons to be upset and her pride protects her from letting herself feel hurt by hurting you. The two of you stood in place, silent filling the air mixed with tension and unsaid apologies.

A knock at the door caught both of your attentions and as much as you hoped she’d say something before she left, you were only left with disappointment as she turned the knob and slung the door open. Yuta stood on the other side, hands in his front pockets as he waited for her to greet him. He’s not much of a talkative person, so you’re not surprised when he steps aside for her to come out before she slams the door behind her shut. Your body starts to feel the weight of the argument and even though you’re not much of a confrontational person, it felt like all that was said needed to be said—maybe even more should’ve been added.

That night, you crawled back into your bed that still smelled like Jeno. His cologne lingering on the side where he slept and his pillow was still somehow warm. Your phone was going off repeatedly, guessing that it’s your friends blowing up the group chat that you’ve neglected since earlier. Wanting to check it and hope Haechan sent some dumb meme to bring a smile to your lips and somehow make you forget how guilty you feel for the situation you found yourself in, you opt out and turned your notifications off.

When the sunlight peaked through your blinds, you had no other choice but to get up. It’s your fault for not closing them last night, but in your defense—the headache from the sequence of events put too much on your mind to remember something as unimportant as closing your blinds. Now that they’re letting in the light that feels like it’s about damn near burning holes through your eyelids, maybe it was important after all. After getting out of bed and going to the bathroom, you realized midway through brushing your teeth that your phone had been oddly silent—that Haechan and Yangyang had been oddly silent.

Maybe it’s the universes way of treating you after being so rude with your waking up. Maybe you’ll finally get a day off from the two hooligans that you call friends. Maybe, just maybe you’ll be able to spend the day alone in your room avoiding everyone else in the world. After finishing up in the bathroom, you make your way down the hallway and into the kitchen. Starting on your breakfast, you see the sink is empty, signs that your roommate never came home. She usually leaves cups in the sink from the night before because she tends to get lazy and wait till the last minute to put things away.

With a heavy sigh, you make a mental note to text her after you’re done eating and grab the bowl in front of you. Plopping down at the table, you’re just about to pick up the spoon when you hear a knocking at your door. Dropping the spoon, you push back the chair and make your way towards the door. Something tells you that it’s probably Haechan and honestly you wouldn’t be surprised if Yangyang tagged along to drag you into whatever they came to mind. Opening the door to reveal a very standoffish Jeno was not what you were expecting—he was the last person you were expecting.

“Jeno? Did you forg-“

“She called it quits.”

The confusion was evident on your face, fueling whatever was stirring inside of him. Once it set in on who he was taking about, your mouth hung open a little as you take it all in. Jeno stepped in, running his fingers through his hair as he huffed through his nose. “Can you believe that? She texted me last night actually saying she didn’t wanna see me anymore and you’ll never guess why.” Turning towards him, you could feel in your chest where this was going and you weren’t quite sure on how well you’d take it. “She texted me that you and I had a thing that she didn’t want to mess up—that you and I—that she and I wouldn’t—no, couldn’t be whatever we were.” Signaling his finger between the two of you, he starts to pace around your living room.

“Jeno, I’m so so—“

“What did you say to her?”

With his hands on his hips, he continues to pace, only slowing down enough to try and calm himself down. You’d never seen him act this way before, his entire behavior from the moment he came to your door was making your head spin. “I didn’t say anything to her, we had an argument because she saw us cuddling in my bed, but that was it. Why do you assume this is my fault?” You were trying to protect yourself from getting anymore blows from his words, but each time he dared to look your way, you could see the rage in his eyes mixed with sadness and layers of emotions you had yet to recognize.

“I knew this was a bad idea, I just knew it.” You probably weren’t meant to hear that, seeing how he mumbled it to himself while stopping in the middle of the space he was taking up throughout his fall apart. “I loved her, despite the times she ditched me for other guys and despite me knowing I’d never be him, I still loved her and I wasn’t ready to let that go yet.” You could feel the emotions in the air choking you up, all the words you wish you’d say to him in this moment being shoved down to prevent his mess becoming even messier. “And you, god fucking hell, you came along and all it took was one nap to fuck that all up?”

Maybe it was the tears falling down his face that convinced your own to follow, maybe it was the pain in your chest that took the blow from his hurtful words—maybe it was a combination of it all along with the unspoken feelings you’ve had for him since forever; whatever it was, it hurt. “Are you even gonna say anything?” His state of mind wasn’t ready for what you were about to say, but you knew if you didn’t do it now then you’d probably never get the chance to do it again. Regardless of how sorry you are and how badly you wish you could go back and tell yourself to keep the distance you maintained with him from the beginning, nothing would change how differently he looks at you now.

“I love you, I’m sorry for the hurt I’ve caused you and I’m sorry I’m saying this just now.” First they were a couple drops at a time, rolling down your cheeks like the softness of a breeze, now cascading down your face as if they were in a race—your tears were the only escape for the emotions you were harboring all this time. Jeno was quiet, body going stiff at your sudden confession. Without a word, he passed you by as he left your apartment.

Many months pass since the day Jeno left your apartment, a concession from you and a rejection from your roommate. In the amount of time that’s gone by, you and your roommate decided to go your separate ways—finding it the best option since the tension between you two had gotten too much to bare. Haechan had found you crying on your kitchen floor hours after you had confessed to Jeno, he immediately called backup—Yangyang—and the two of them kept you company for what felt like weeks. Seeing how they didn’t leave your side for a second, not even to go to the bathroom, it probably was a couple weeks. You moved in with Yangyang and Haechan till you could find your own place and instead of that option coming up first, Yangyang actually moved out instead with his now girlfriend. Seems like he can pull bitches after all.

With you and hyuck now occupying the apartment, not much really changed between you. Actually—that’s a fucking lie. A couple weeks after Yangyang moved out, the two of you started to get oddly closer than you were expecting and Haechan confessed his feelings for you. You weren’t expecting it nor were you sure how to take it—but he was more than understanding and told you not to give up on him while you heal. And you didn’t, you let yourself finally feel free as you moved on from the one guy you liked for so long and in the process, Haechan’s relentless flirting finally won you over and you two went on a couple dates before sealing the relationship.

The four of you—Haechan, Yangyang, Yangyang’s girlfriend Winter and you were all sitting together in the campus cafeteria while the boys worked on a project together. “I’m telling you that it’s wrong and when we get a shit grade you’re gonna be mad.” Haechan was trying to reason with Yangyang, but Yangyang was sure he was right about whatever they were working on. You’re too busy laughing with Winter to pay attention to them until you spot a pair of familiar faces across the room. Jaemin was walking with Jeno, both boys holding different snacks in each hand.

You and Jaemin had seen each other around campus after the fight happened and judging by his sympathetic looks he gave you, he knew what all went down. After you began to heal and ended up with Haechan, he was one of the first people to congratulate you and wish you the best. Since, you two occasionally pass by each other and make room for small talk in between classes. Jeno on the other hand, you hadn’t talked to him sense and even though you still saw him around, he never looked your way—even if he knew you were nearby. Now your eyes are locked with his and there’s a longing look from him that makes you frown a little.

“I think you should go talk to him.” You’re snapped out of your thoughts by Haechan’s voice and the feeling of his warm hand on your thigh. “Get the closure you need baby, I’ll be here when you’re ready.” A smile instantly spreads across your lips and you can’t thank the universe enough for bringing him into your life. Getting up from your seat, you move through the crowd and see Jaemin say something to Jeno before walking off. “Hey.” You practically breathe out the sentence as you approach him. “Hey.”

“How’ve you been?” You can tell this is just an awkward for him as it is for you, but you’re determined to persevere and try and make do with the little small talk you have. “Good, not too bad, you?” Shrugging, you quickly think back to the previous months and try to get an honest answer. “Honestly, I’ve been pretty good myself.” He only nods, fidgeting with the bags in his hands as he avoids your eyes. “I heard about you and Haechan, congratulations by the way.” A small smile spreads across your face, bringing one to his own as well. “Thank you Jeno, that means a lot to me.”

“It’s the least I can do for what I said to you, I’m sorry about that by the way. I never should’ve said that to you or did anything the way I did that day.” You can practically the weight being lifted off his shoulders, his posture becoming more relaxed as he takes in a breath. “Me too, I know I shouldn’t have put myself between the two of you, but I was being selfish in the attention I got from you—even if it was short lived.”

The conversation falls silent between you two and you’re stuck wondering what it would’ve been like if you two carried on—became more, but knowing what you have now, you wouldn’t go back. “I’ll see you around y/n.” Waving him off, you turn around and head back to the table where the rest are sitting. As you sit back in the spot next to Haechan, he instantly wraps his arm around you and pulls you close. With a soft kiss to your forehead, he assures you all will be well. Melting into his embrace, you feel your phone go off and pull it from your pocket. Seeing that Jeno messaged you, you weren’t exactly sure what he would’ve needed seeing how he was just with you seconds ago. Opening up the message, you see a picture of you and him back when you were still young. The two of you were at a field trip that the school had taken you on and you remember specifically scolding him for wearing a long sleeved shirt when it was hot. Even at a young age, he wasn’t the chattiest kid and told you to leave him be and let him enjoy his ice cream.

Needless to say, the ice cream got all over his shirt and underneath the sleeves due to his messiness and from there, your love for him bloomed. Something about young Jeno with a pouty face and ice cream all over him really got your butterflies kicking—not exactly sure why, but seeing how you ended up with Haechan, you don’t question much anymore. Sometimes, you wish you could tell yourself what to expect when things get hard and how to brace yourself for it, but maybe that’s the element of surprise. Maybe we’re not meant to know where this journey will take us and maybe that’s the thrill of it all, going down a pathway and hoping for the best. That’s all you can do, hope for the best each time you pass him and remember the day he got his ice cream all over the sleeves of shirt. . Regardless of how long it’s been and how far your love for him has gone—that moment will always linger in the heart of the girl you were back in middle school.

©︎𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐍., 2023

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suzayaaa · 1 month

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ೃ⁀➷ LEAVE, NOW ☆.｡.:*

𓆩⟡𓆪 pairing: jeno x fem!reader

𓆩⟡𓆪 word count: 1.6k

𓆩⟡𓆪 themes: angst, breakup

𓆩⟡𓆪 warnings: cursing, cheating

𓆩⟡𓆪 suza’s note: can i just say i’m proud of this one…

𓆩⟡𓆪 requested by some of you!

𓆩⟡𓆪 this is an additional part 2 of jeno’s texts in “when will you leave me?” post, but it also works as a separate oneshot if you don’t want to read the texts.

It hurt.

Your heart, your mind, your body. No part of you was able to keep itself strong, to have any kind of energy to be. You were tied to your bed, sinking into the cold sheets with each move like a lifeless animal on its last breath. The breath that hurt so much, grabbing your sore heart and squeezing it violently as you shut your eyes with tears down your cheeks because no matter where you looked, Jeno was there.

The sheets you were lying in wore the scent of his musky cologne. Most of the pictures on your wall were with him, of him, or the moments spent with him. Hell, even the wrinkled t-shirt you were wearing was his. But the worst of all, you only had him in your mind.

No matter where you went and what you did, he followed you like a spell that had to be undone by a witch to let go. In a way, he did put a spell on you—the moment that caused all of this replayed in your head like a broken record, mocking you ruthlessly until you begged on your knees to stop this madness.

The words you’d never imagined to hear, the situation you’d never imagined to happen.

It was a pretty day. Clouds formed what you could call a shadow of blinding sunlight dodging the skyscrapers to reach and lit up your face. A perfect day to surprise Jeno.

You did most of it almost automatically, like a routine. A takeout from his favorite restaurant in one hand and a bag filled with your clothes and skincare products in the other; everything needed for a sleepover.

After three years of calling yourself boyfriend and girlfriend, you were bound to have some sort of security in your relationship and maybe even further and more serious plans for the future. Jeno had suggested first to add your fingerprint to the doorlock of his apartment. You didn’t mind not having it before, but the offer made you smile. It sounded like the next, although tiny, step in your relationship.

You unlocked the door and entered quietly, hoping he wouldn’t be anywhere near the entrance. Just as you were about to put the bags down and take your shoes off, you heard two familiar male voices, but the words were more distant than ever.

“Wait, so you cheated?” Mark asked, voice cracking slightly.

The silence was excruciatingly long. Your heart froze, bruising with each second passing.

“We talked, then she kissed me.” Another pause, shorter, yet more damaging. “It was good… I felt something I never felt with her.”

Her.

He couldn’t even say your name properly.

You were a fool. A stupid, hopeless, desperate fool.

You were now just her, yet you still waited and hoped for him to reach out to you, explain himself, and apologize.

You damned yourself over and over and over again. You were the one who got hurt. Why did you want him back if he stabbed you right in the heart and twisted the knife inside?

Why did you want a cheater back?

Those words wouldn’t leave your mind even for a moment, trapping you in a self-pitying bubble that was too strong and too painful to break through.

You checked the time on your phone. It was still early afternoon, but time wanted to torture you, slowing down and rolling at its own distorted pace to make sure you took a hit with every thought that crossed your mind. Your phone was dry. The only notifications were a daily reminder from a mobile game you haven’t played for a good week and a text from Jaemin you were not ready to deal with yet. Swiping your fingers on both, your eyes clung to the lockscreen for a moment. Just yesterday you would smile looking at it; you and Jeno, beaming to the camera in a cat cafe. He was always so sweet, then he decided to ruin you in the worst way possible. You opened settings, quickly changing the photo to something that would sting your soul a little less. Now it was an old photo of your family dog that never liked you that much to begin with, but dislike was still better than betrayal.

The doorbell sound rang in your ears, forcing you to get up from your bed. You dragged your feet on the cold floor and made your way to the door. Your hand reached for the handle, opening it slowly, not expecting anyone. The sight knocked you down more than any bullet ever could.

Na Jaemin with a firm frown and behind him, the reason for it all.

Lee Jeno.

You wondered if this was how you’d looked like when you’d found out. Eyes glued to the floor, hunched back, arms limp, head down… Did you also look so lost, like the ground was sweeping from under your feet brutally slowly, letting you fall and bruise your body, letting your body take the damage for your mind? Did you also crumble to the ground, looking for any steady thing to hold onto, because hope wasn’t one of those things anymore?

You’d thought you would feel if you saw him. You imagined yourself over a hundred times screaming your lungs out at him, ripping the skin away from his bones, ending his world just like he ended yours.

You should’ve been mad. You should’ve grabbed him by his hoodie and torn him apart to pieces. You should’ve made his heart bleed slowly and painfully, blood dripping on the floor one by one, drip, drip, drip until he was drowning in it. You should’ve ripped your throat yelling every insult you could think of into his face.

You were static. No screams, no cries, no choked-up laughs. You just looked at him, trying to meet his eyes for once. You wanted to get into his arms, cry into his chest, silently blame him for all the pain he had caused. You wanted to understand, but you have never wanted his pain. You have never wanted him to be the same wreck you were now, because nothing hurt more than seeing someone you love being hurt.

“I’m sorry for bringing him,” Jaemin glared at his friend, “but I think he needs to explain himself. It’s better for both of you if you do it immediately.”

Jaemin bowed his head to you, eyes softening in a mix of pity and compassion when he looked at you. He didn’t say anything more, opting to leave you both alone with no choice but to face the inevitable.

“I’m sor-”

“Take your things please.”

Serenity was the look on his face when his eyes met yours. It was clear, clearer than the day you’d found out, that he already knew and expected.

“You won’t even let me explain?”

“Get inside and take your things.”

You didn’t want to let him talk. If you did, your mind would listen to your heart and you would let him stay a little longer.

You watched him get past you into your apartment, muscle memory leading him to your bedroom. You followed him, but stayed at the door. He was quick to start shuffling around your room, taking any belongings of his he could see.

Jeno had always been careful. Those little details you forgot about, like leaving your jewelry in your bathroom after showering or losing your phone somewhere in the sheets every time the alarm went off, Jeno had never missed out on. He almost knew you better than you knew yourself. He knew how to wound you and he still did it, even adding salt to it, making sure the suffering was obvious.

You watched him throw his clothes into the bag he’d once left at your place, arms crossed and a sour frown on your dried face. His back was facing you, thankfully, because you wouldn’t be able to say the things you wanted to his face without shattering your soul entirely.

“I thought I knew you,” you started. Jeno halted his movements, but didn’t turn around, “I thought you were…” the one? No. You wouldn’t say it to him now, he didn’t deserve to know. Choking the tears inside, you continued, fists turning into stone, knuckles white, hiccups turning into venom on your tongue, “You were so casual saying it… You don’t even regret it, do you? You don’t fucking care. You never did.”

Jeno’s voice was hoarse, barely audible even in the uncomfortable silence. “I did.”

A scoff and a single laughter. “No. If you did, you would think about me at that moment. You would think about hurting me, you would care about me, but you didn’t. You don’t care… You know what? Nevermind. Leave, Jaemin will take your shit.”

The bag dropped on the floor with a thud. No words were said anymore, nothing needed to be said; it was over. You met Jeno’s eyes for the last time, stone cold, as if you were a burden or a meaningless obstacle on his way. His shoulder was harsh when he bumped into you, and for a short moment when he’d reached for the door, you hoped.

Maybe a simple sorry would do, maybe it would only crush you more. You wouldn’t know, you let his actions speak instead of words.

The door slam was your goodbye.

Tears flooded your already swollen face, your whole body shaking uncontrollably, sinking into the floor. At that moment, a memory echoed in your mind. A piece of conversation with Jeno you would’ve never thought about, but now, when it was all you could hear, a bitter smile barely creeping up to your face, realizing you always knew.

“When will you leave me?”

“I won’t, baby.”

“Don’t lie, everybody leaves. Some just do it later than others.”

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heartcluez · 2 years

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☆ the cathedral. | mark lee (m)

synopsis. you just wish to get rid of these sinful thoughts in your head. father lee is more than happy to help you.

warnings. religion, sacrilege, blasphemy, religion kink, fingering, pussy eating, corruption kink

👼🏻 priest mark is just… ♡ ive been thinking abt writing him as a priest with a corruption kink and here it is 🫶🏻

you were the one who sat in his pews with your arms crossed and disinterested. you always refused to participate as father lee led the congregation through prayers and announcements.

his gentle voice would reverberate through the room, captivating the sunday morning goers with his words of worship, preaching about the divinity of love and of god.

you could see just how much he touched the hearts of the believers just by looking around the church.

their eyes would follow father lee’s every move, sighing whenever he flashed a charming smile, laughing when he made a light joke or two.

if you didn’t know any better, you’d think that the people who went to church were there just to see father lee. he practically had the whole town falling in love with him.

the charming, sweet-hearted priest who was a symbol of the town’s devotion, and was a warm, shining light to those who sought out his providence.

father lee spoke and everyone listened. well, everyone except you. his sermons seemed to pass through one of your ears and out the other. instead, you opted to daydream.

your eyes never focused on one thing around the interior of the church, always wandering to anything and everything else except for the gentle, lingering gaze of father lee.

this never went unnoticed by him, of course. you were the girl who attended his masses every sunday but was only ever just there. sitting in amongst the crowd, taking the same seat every morning, interacting with as few people as possible, always the last in and the first out.

you had caught his attention, and now he was vying for yours.

communion was your favorite part of the mass. It meant that it was nearly time to go. you lined up to receive the host. while waiting, you couldn’t help but stare up at the beautiful art painted on the ceiling of the church. you kept moving forward in line until you were finally face to face with father lee.

he smiled warmly at you, looking down at you with tenderness in his eyes. he waited patiently for you to look at him. shy under his gaze, you blinked up at him through your eyelashes.

his towering statue made you feel as though you were staring up at god himself.

“the body of christ.” he announced, his voice soft and gentle as he offered you the host.

your lips closed around the bread, brushing warm and soft against his fingertips. he tilted his head to the side ever so slightly in amusement, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

it was a small, unnoticeable action that should’ve been the first red flag that father lee wasn’t at all who he seemed. you were too naive to notice.

“amen.” you managed to reply with a small smile.

as you turned to walk back to your seat, the feeling of your lips lingered on the tips of father lee’s fingers. it felt as though he had been kissed by an angel.

the thought of you never left his head throughout the remainder of the mass. perhaps, you were a divine temptation. deliberately put in the priest's way as a challenge. a curious, innocent little thing that father lee was now so desperate to understand and claim.

to him, you were like a trembling lamb, completely oblivious of the wolf that stalked her. perhaps today was the perfect time to strike. maybe the prey was already ripe for the taking.

“not yet.” father lee thought to himself.

he decided that he would take his time to get to know you first. he would continue to observe you from afar like he always had. he'd play along with your disinterest in the church and of him. after all, how could you act like you didn't care if you kept coming back? it had to be some sort of an act that you put on every sunday.

surely something was drawing you to the church, to him. how silly of you. for someone so supposedly irreverent, you were displaying a great amount of devotion to the act that you were playing. but not to worry, father lee would sort you out. It was only a matter ofー

“father?” your voice interrupted his thoughts. “oh? you’re still here, my dove?” he asked, looking around to see that the church was now empty.

“i wanted to ask you a question, father.” you said, voice small as you distanced yourself from him.

“well of course you can ask me questions.” father lee took careful steps towards you. “come, sit down. what’s troubling you, dove?”

he gestured for you to sit. you bit down on your bottom lip, turning away from father lee, avoiding his eyes, unsure of how to start.

“it's alright.” his voice was calm and steady. "you're safe with me, flower. you can trust me."

he moved to sit in the aisle behind you, figuring that it was better to give you space given that he could sense how intimidated you felt around him.

“i fear that i'm being corrupted, father.” You started. “it's eating at me from the inside. spreading like hellfire.”

father lee’s heart filled with concern. “corruption? oh, my sweet dove. is this why you’ve been so distant recently? because you’ve been keeping all this to yourself?”

you stiffened like a deer caught in headlights. slowly, you nodded your head.

“my dove, this is a burden you needn't carry by yourself. i'm here for you.” you could hear his smile. "there's no reason for you to feel as though you have to distance yourself when you feel troubled.”

“i'm sorry, father.” you hung your head low.

“there's no need to apologize.” from his seat behind you, he placed a hand on your shoulder and squeezed it gently to comfort you. “please, drop the formalities, flower. we're friends. you can call me mark.”

“mark.” his name graced your lips, and it sent a warmth spreading through the father’s chest.

“so,” he cleared his throat. “tell me more about this… corruption.”

“you would condemn me, faー” you caught yourself before you could continue. “mark.”

“what kind of priest would i be to condemn such purity?” he reassured you.

he stood up from his seat, and slowly made his way to stand in front of you. you trained your eyes to the ground, too ashamed to even look at him. there was a deathly silence. the tension in the church suddenly made itself known.

he moved to stand closer to you so that the front of his shoes just barely touched yours. his shadow fell on you and yet, you started to feel hotter than the heat of the morning sun.

he spoke in a voice lower than you've ever heard it. “have you lost touch with your faith?”

you fidgeted with your hands in your lap. squirming under his gaze. you didn't answer. yoo stunned by the question asked of you, unsure of how to reply.

“tell me, dove.” he used two of his fingers to tilt your chin so that you looked up at him. “do you seek a new religion?”

you let out a small gasp. surely father ee hadn't just asked you that question? your lips began to tremble and you could feel yourself start to shake under his touch.

“n-no! i’ve not lost my faith.” you squealed. "this corruption is… different.”

“different?” he bent down to see you eye to eye. “how?”

“i-” the way he looked at you made you feel small. “i have these desires. sinful urges that come to me late at night. father, i want to rid myself of them.”

the corner of his lips tugged up into an amused grin. “sinful urges? desires? my dear, you aren't speaking of what I think you are… are you?”

you gulped. “it's shameful, father, i know.” small tears started to well up in your eyes.

“now, now, my dove. you've started to call me father again and i will have none of that.” he chuckled, wiping the tears away from your face. “shhh, there's no need to be ashamed.”

you blinked away your tears, focusing on the tender eyes of father lee.

“carnal needs are human, my dear. it’s in our nature to want to give in to that temptation.” he held your cheek in his hand. “tell me more of how this corruption consumes you.”

through hiccups and tears, you managed to tell him your confession. “the thoughts keep me up at night. when it's dark and i’m lonely. they make me dizzy and hot, and i get so wet and needy. it's hard not to give in, and i try! i really do!”

you melted into his touch, staring up at him with puppy dog eyes as you press your cheek further into his palm.

“it hurts when it happens, mark. i get so desperate sometimes my body moves on its own and i find myself grinding on my pillows, thinking of how it would feel if it was someone else. i feel empty and unsatisfied, and I don't want it anymore. i don't want to hurt anymore.”

you pouted up at him, hot tears rolling down your cheeks. father lee hummed as a prompt to keep going.

“please, father. please help me get rid of these desires.”

father lee ran the pad of his thumb along your bottom lip. “my, my, dove. that's a big confession.”

“m-mark, please.” you begged, pressing your thighs together. “i-i can feel it starting to corrupt me again.”

his eyes lit up with desire. “right now?”

you nod your head furiously. “the thoughts are coming back, mark.”

“they are?” he leaned in closer to you. “tell me what they're about, dove.”

“you!” you said breathlessly. “they're always of you!” a wicked sort of warmth passed through his chest, almost like a feeling of pride. it brought a smile to his face.

“me?” he chuckled as he tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear. “you resist the urge to indulge in me?”

like a bitch in heat, you’ve started panting, chest heaving as you stared wide-eyed at father lee. you felt your pussy pool with wetness, the sinful thoughts of father lee only adding more fuel to the fire.

“you wish to rid yourself of these desires, my dove?” he asked, voice still as gentle as ever.

“please, mark.” you pleaded. “forgive me for my sins.”

and who was he to deny his pretty little angel when she asks him to rid her of her carnal desires? after all, that is his duty as a priest, is it not? to cleanse sinners of their sins? you were such a clever little girl.

what better way to reconcile than to fuck those sinful thoughts out of your pretty little head and restore you back to purity?

“my dove, you've been corrupted with a sin that only I can absolve.” he stood up at full height and reached his hand out to you. “let me rid you of those sinful desires.”

hesitantly, you took his hand, and in an instant he pulled you towards him, capturing you in a searing kiss. he held you in his embrace, his arms snaking around your waist to hold you closer to him. his lips felt like heaven with every kiss, stealing your breath away until he had you gasping for air.

“up,” he commanded.

you jumped into his arms, and he caught you. your legs wrapped around his middle as you continued to kiss him. his tongue swiped at your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth to let him in. his kisses were wet and clumsy, his tongue lazily made out with your own. it was perfect.

with you still, in his arms, he led you to the altar. he laid you down on the surface, spreading you out on the altar, situating himself in between your thighs as he kissed his way down your neck.

“my pretty girl.” he whispered into your skin. “god took his time when he made you for me.”

his hands traveled down to rest on your hips, and he pulled away to look at you.

“oh, sweet thing.” he sighed in content. “you're like an angel laid out before me.”

heat rose to your cheeks at the comment and a sudden wave of shyness ran over you.

“don't you worry, my dear.” he said, rubbing small circles into the side of your hips. “i'll rid you of your sin.”

he played with the hem of your skirt. “can i?”

you gave him a small nod, and he slowly lifted up your skirt. underneath, he could see your wetness stain the fabric of your panties. he could practically smell the slick. he got down on his knees at the edge of the altar, adjusting you so that your pussy was just in front of his face.

“you're this wet for me?” he asked, his breath fanning over your clothed cunt.

“only for you,” you whimpered. he hummed in his throat. “i bet you can feel the desire in your pretty little pussy. you can feel yourself gushing, can't you?”

you whined pathetically, rolling your hips to get closer to him. he pulled your panties down and threw it to the side leaving you bare and exposed in front of him. he practically started to drool. he ran a finger up and down your folds, collecting your wetness, and you let out a moan.

“is this your first time being touched by another, my love?” he asked, teasing your entrance. your voice was small. “i’ve neverー”

“i see.” he cut you off, saving you from having to explain. “you truly are pure.”

his lips hovered over your pussy as he hooked his arms around your thighs, spreading them further apart. “stay still for me now, baby, your penance starts here.”

he licked a stripe up your folds and you melted. his tongue was hot and heavy against your cunt as he started to lick and suck. every time he moaned against your clit it would send shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. your hand came to tangle in his hair, guiding him up and down as you bucked your hips up to meet his tongue.

drool and spit started to dribble down his chin, but he didn't care. he was focused on tasting you, on drinking you in. he savored your flavor, addicted to your taste, hungry for me. he lapped at your cunt feverishly, head shaking violently from side to side as he fucked you with his tongue.

“mark! f-feels so good!” you moaned, throwing your head back in pure bliss. he pulled away to catch his breath, panting with his tongue out like a dog. a string of saliva connected his tongue to your pussy like a rosary. your glistening hole was truly a sight to behold.

he plunged two fingers inside you, and your back arched off the altar as you squealed. “oh no, angel. we can't have this." he tutted at your tight cunt. “m’ gonna need to stretch you out before you take me, alright?”

“o-okay.” you managed to let out. “that's my girl.” he praised.

his fingers were long and hit all the right places with each thrust. he scissored his middle and ring fingers inside you, stretching you out inch by inch to prep you. your thighs trembled with each thrust.

he slipped in another finger, curling and angling it deeper and harder each time. his digits were now coated in your wetness, squelching lewdly with every trust.

he could feel his cock twitch and ache at your moans. he brought his fingers to his lips to taste you, licking his fingers clean. he stood up and quickly rid himself of his clothes and your breath hitched at how pretty he was. he moved back to you, his calloused hands gripping your hips as he rested his cock against your cunt.

he slid his cock up and down against your folds, coating it with your wetness, letting you know just how big he is and how deep he'll be inside you.

“are you ready, my angel?”

“yes, mark,” you smiled at him. “i’m ready.”

the head of his cock pushes through your entrance and you shudder in delight. he eases himself in, feeling your velvet walls close around him as he slowly thrusts deeper inside you.

“f-fuuck.” he hissed. “you feel amazing, baby.”

when he bottomed out, you were already delirious. he bowed his head, starting to set a pace as he fucked into you. you reached out to hold something, anything, and your hand grabbed at the rosary hanging around his neck. you tugged on it like a leash, pulling him closer to you to kiss him as he fucked your puffy, leaking cunt.

you feel like you could split in half. his thrusts are deep and hard, his cock heavy in your pussy, filling it up to the brim. he moaned into your kisses, feeling dizzier by the second, intoxicated by you.

the lewd slaps of his hips slamming into yours, and the wet sounds of his cock slamming into your pussy were enough to make him come.

“m-mark, i’m close,” you whimpered against him. “me too, baby.” he groaned out breathlessly.

your walls tightened around him and it makes him fuck into you more. his thrusts got sloppy and erratic, less calculated as he focused on making you come. your hips bucked up to meet his, desperate to chase your high.

“m-mark! m’ gonna cum!” your eyes screwed shut as you feel a knot in your stomach.

“go on, angel.” he held your cheek in his hand. “cum for me.”

your orgasm ripped through you, sending you shaking in his arms. he whispered your name, as reverent as a prayer when he comes undone. his cock is buried deep into your pussy as he floods your insides with his cum. It starts to fill you up, heavy and sticky in your womb. you sighed in content, finally feeling full and satisfied.

he kissed your forehead, your cheek, and then your lips, smiling to himself.

“i believe, your sins are now forgiven.” he said gently. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “but father, even after my sins have been reconciled, why do i still think of you?”

he chuckled and rested his cheek against your chest, cuddling against you.

#nct smut #nct dream smut #mark smut #mark lee smut #nct dream x reader #nct x reader #mark x reader #mark imagine #nct imagine #nct dream imagine #mark scenarios #nct scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct oneshot #nct dream oneshot #mark oneshot

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justalildumpling · 1 year

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⇢ the waiting game

synopsis: chenle had always described his life as a game with multiple chapters and characters, with you being a discontinued part of the franchise that he had always hoped would be renewed. but who knew that one drunken phone call would be the story arc that brought you back?

pairing: chenle x reader genre: ex best friends to ???, angst, fluff word count: 1.4k warnings: mentions of alcohol/drunkenness, the word “ass” was used once note: wrote this ages ago to fuel my angsty writing mood after listening taylor swift too much but wanted to finish writing it to upload it for chenle’s bday🥳🥳(also the way this was meant to be <200 words…)

After sharing a dorm with six chaotic grown men, Chenle had thought to have experienced many weird situations in his life, ranging from witnessing Hyuck running out of the apartment building in nothing but his underwear at 2am due to a faulty fire alarm to Jisung dropping all 4 dozen eggs on the carpet right before the landlord came to inspect their housing situation.

But never did he expect to get a call from his ex best friend from middle school, 2am on a Saturday night.

He hesitated at first, his fingers hovering over the green button on his phone. His heart slowly picked up speed as he eventually decided to answer.

He didn't exactly know why his hands started to get clammy as he held his phone to his ear waiting for you to speak. Despite the title of "ex best friend", the two of you never ended your friendship on bad terms, nor did you exclusively end the friendship at all.

The two of you initially became friends in fifth grade when your teacher had sat you together at the back of the classroom for talking too much, though they soon realised their mistake as you passed each other very artistic doodles of each other and failed to contain your laughter.

Your friendship continued all throughout middle school however as you ended up in different classes, lunchtimes that were once spent together playing tag grew into him playing basketball and you settled down on the school's courtyard with the friends that you had made during class.

The occasional waves and hellos in the corridors during high school turned into awkward glances and eventually disinterest in one another.

Though it wouldn't exactly be a lie if Chenle said that he didn't miss your lively presence at times, maybe when he came across your doodles as he cleared his desk out for the first time since primary school or when he accidentally came across your contact page instead of someone else.

He could hear blaring music from the other end of the line, almost a little too loud for his liking as he held his phone further from his ear than usual. Though there was only the sound of the cheering crowd and a lack of your voice.

Maybe you had buttdialled him by accident? It was something that he did a bit more frequently than he should or maybe your voice was overwhelmed by whatever was happening at the club.

"Hello?" He had spoken up cautiously, turning off his computer game.

There was no response for a few seconds, almost proving his butt dialling theory. Almost.

"I want my best friend back." Your voice suddenly spoke, the silence lingering between the phone lines once again. The words which were stubbornly stuck at the tip of your tongue, graciously falling like a rapid stream.

"I miss talking to you everyday about the stupidest thing, I hate how this was how our friendship became. I hate how I used to tell you everything but I felt like I can't even say hello anymore. I miss everything about us."

Chenle sat silently on the edge of his bed, taking in your abrupt confession. There was a feeling of relief in his chest, as butterflies fluttered around his stomach.

You also felt the same way.

"Y/n, are you drunk?"

"No of course not!" You slurred before muttering, "Maybe…"

Chenle rolled his eyes, "Y/n where are you?"

"Not gonna lie to you, I have no clue." You replied, a laughter bubbling up in your throat, "I think we're at the new JYP club? Why? Are you going to pick me up?"

"How are you going to get home otherwise?"

An infectious laughter escaped his lips as your voice disappeared from the other end once again, he could imagine the pout you had always held with him. Your eyebrows slightly narrowed, your cute little nose scrunched up and your bottom lip partly jutted out.

It was a facial expression that he was used to seeing, most definitely due to his hobby of teasing you every other second. But how could he not? Not when everything you did seemed so loveable in his eyes.

Not that he ever admitted it or ever planned to admit that to your face.

The feelings he harboured for you oftentimes felt like a game, the one with the never ending story arcs, new characters appearing in every version and eventually discontinued, leaving all the players in desperation for any news for a renewal or an update at the least.

But who knew that the game he had been waiting for since middle school would be randomly updated on a Saturday night with the starting dialogue of:

"Chenle, I really want McDonald's. Can I please get a happy meal?"

Yeah. Not him, that's for sure.

l♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎l

Chenle didn't exactly know what he was doing, nor did his roommates when he told them he was heading out in the middle of the night without any explanations.

"I'll explain later," He sighed, grabbing the car keys and his bucket hat from the coffee table avoiding the suspicious glances from Jaemin.

He should've figured that the resident night owl would be up at this time of night, and definitely should've expected his motherly instincts to kick in, causing him to wake up the rest of his roommates to bombard his phone with concerned messages.

He drove down the empty streets of the city, the old Lauv songs playing on the aux with the occasional text notifications from his friends. He really considered putting his phone on silent or better yet, blocking their asses for interrupting his playlist every few seconds. But he resisted, taking a deep breath in.

Focus. The faster you get there, the faster you'll know she's safe.

Much to his relief, you stood outside of the club's entrance in one piece, tentatively glancing between your phone and the incoming cars pulling up in front.

You had gotten prettier since the last time he had met you, losing most of your baby fat on your cheeks and the long hair that was once tied back into a ponytail was let loose to sway against your back. Though, your smile remained the same from high school, the type of warmth which reached the eyes. It was always one of his favourite features about you.

It was pretty, as it always was.

But who was he kidding, you were always breathtaking in his eyes. Never failing to make his heart trip and tumble around the inside of his chest whenever you giggled at his stupid antics.

So when he met your twinkling eyes as he got out of his car, it felt like his middle school days all over again. You running up to greet him with that captivating smile of yours that he grew to love, with his damn heart threatening to spill out of his chest.

Pulling him into a tight hug, you buried your face into the nape of his neck, "You actually came."

"I did."

As the two of you stood in the middle of the road entangled in each other's arms, it felt as if time had paused for you. The booming music from inside the club was muffled, the street lights paving through the darkness and illuminating your figures.

It was like everything had fallen back into place, just like before. When it was only you and him, Y/N and Chenle. The main characters of this nameless series of this prolonged game. The game where the male protagonist was pathetically in love with his best friend with no hopes left of her ever reciprocating it back.

But perhaps it was the fact that he was running on four hours of sleep the night before or perhaps it was the nervousness of reuniting with you again that was kicking in but as your body clung onto his, he swore that he could feel a faint quickening heartbeat that rivalled his own.

And maybe, just maybe, the waiting game wasn't so bad after all.

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jujitto · 7 months

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𝟣𝟣 : 𝟦𝟧 𝖯𝖬 💭 나재민

𝗇𝖺 ׂ ۪ 𝗃𝖺𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ genre ۪ ׂ ۪𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ cw ۪ ׂ ۪𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ wc ۪ ׂ 𝟣.𝟢𝗄 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ rq 𝟦 ۪ ׂ ۪ @flwrboyjaemin

How did you get here? You had no clue. But you were there. Standing away in the corner, nursing a drink you had been given when you entered the party. It’s once cold liquid now lukewarm and watered down.

Not once had you decided to get another one opting to continue to nurse the one you had in your hand for the remainder of, however long this party was gonna go on for. Though there was some part of you that wanted to go home. Begged yourself to take yourself home and yet you were still standing there doing absolutely nothing to provide you any fun during this whole situation.

You weren’t the only one to notice your dismay. He did. Of course he did. Jaemin always knew when you were uncomfortable. From the way you would shift from foot to foot. How you would tug at your bottom lip and chew on the inside of it, a nervous tick you never managed to get rid of. But that wasn’t what gave you away the most. It was the fact that your eyes didn't shine. They had dulled in the dim lighting, the sparkle they usually held, the sparkle they always held when Jaemin looked at you was gone.

That was the one sign Jaemin needed before he was walking towards you.

He watched as your eyes shifted over the crowd of people and landed on him, his own eyes locking with yours as a small smile etched onto his face, a small wave of his hand and the next thing you know Jaemin is right in front of you, his hand outreached, the smile on his face all to familiar.

Without a second thought, you took his hand. Allowing him to lead you to a more quiet area, an area that was far enough from the blaring music and the bustling crowd of people but still close enough so you two were able to hear each other speak. His fingers curled around your own, squeezing lightly as if he were trying to reassure you. And you were thankful.

You weren’t sure how he always knew when you needed his reassurance but he always did. The pair of you found yourself on the back porch, a small area that was lit up by fairy lights that were strung from the ceiling and the wall that separated the house from the back yard. It was nice.

The two of you sat down on the steps of the porch, Jaemin still holding onto your hand, his thumb tracing a pattern over the back of it, your head falling onto his shoulder. “How do you do it?” You ask lifting your head to look at him. Jaemin hums, looking down at you, a curious expression on his face.

"How do I always manage to know when you need to get away? I just do.” He shrugs a small laugh escaping his lips. You roll your eyes, playfully punching his shoulder.

"I meant how are you able to always pull me away from the crowds when I can't even do it myself. You make it seem so easy. How is that fair? How is it that I'm the one who's awkward and you're the one who's able to read my body language better than anyone else can?"

You weren't lying. It really was unfair. It wasn't just parties that you were the one that got pulled away. It was always at times like these. Jaemin always seemed to know what was going on.

And he always seemed to know how to handle things. You envied him for that. But then again, he envied you too.

"Because I know you. I notice how easily overwhelmed you can get when things like this happen. I also know you'd rather stay in the comfort of your own home than be dragged to a party. You’re more of a person who would rather be by themselves than be at a gathering like this. So the fact that you’re here surprised me, considering how the last one went. But I’m glad you’re here.” He says.

You nod your head in agreement. Jaemin had a point. The last party hadn't been all that great.

The two of you stayed like that for a while. Just sitting on the steps of the deck, looking at the sky above you. “Thank you.” You mumble getting his attention.

"For what?" He asks, turning his head to look down at you. "For being there. For being here. Always saving me when I find myself overwhelmed by these sorts of things. For saving me from parties and taking me somewhere where I can finally breathe and relax. Thank you for just being that person for me.” Jaemin smiles at your words, his head falling back as he stares up at the starry sky.

Your eyes find him as you follow his gaze.

“I’ll always be there. Even when you don’t want me to be, I will.” He says. His hand squeezes your own. His thumb rubbing a small circle against your skin. That was the one thing you loved most about Jaemin. He was always there. No matter what the situation was. Whether you needed to be talked out of an anxiety attack or if you needed a hug after a bad day. He was always there.

"Now, let's get out of here." He says pulling both you and himself up. His hand is still clasping yours. A confused look crossing your features.

"But the party? Don't we have to stay for a while longer?" Jaemin shook his head as he cupped your face in his eyes, kissing your cheek.

"Not if you’re uncomfortable.” You lean into his touch. The warmth radiating off his hand makes you feel safe. You smile. "Thank you."

Jaemin smiles. "Always." He whispers. His hand falls from your cheek as he grabs hold of yours once more. And the next thing you know the two of you are leaving the party. And just like every other time, the pair of you find yourselves at your shared apartment. Laying down on the couch, watching your favorite show. And Jaemin is laying next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close.

This. This is what you love the most. The comfort. The warmth. The feeling of safety.

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thatsatricky1 · 1 month

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𝐀𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 || ‘𝐃𝐨𝐯𝐞’ Chapter III

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Nct Dream ot7 x Reader.

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

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Angst, Abandonment, Tension, Trauma, Verbal fighting

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5,2k+

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

It was like looking at a ghost from their past. Yet it wasn’t a ghost. Y/n was inside their apartment standing in front of them in the flesh. Her facial features the same besides a slight mature look to it.

Her once long natural coloured hair was now cut and dyded a mossy green. The opposite of what the facility allowed.

She also was no longer stuck wearing the facility uniform they’d all been forced to wear day in and day out. One that had no wrinkles or crinkles, always perfectly fitted to the person wearing it. The outfit she wore was foreign look to them on her since it was the first time they were seeing her in anything besides the uniform.

She wore a green tank top lined in white, an x white strap linking the bottom of it, paired with washed out grey blue ripped baggy jeans with white sneakers. Her midriff exposed something that wouldn't have been tolerated in the facility, but she was no longer there.

“Y/n. You…” Donghyuck being the first to speak yet he was at a loss for words. He’d been thinking of this moment since the day he’d left. The day he’d be able to speak to her again, yet all the words he’d thought over, couldn't, no wouldn’t escape his mouth.

“Nice to know you still remember my name.” Y/n hummed out disinterested, walking further into the living room but keeping her distance from the others who watched her closely, so close, thinking if they looked away she’d disappear.

“Oh by the way, you should really make sure to close your apartment door properly next time. You never know who could walk in.” She taunted lightly watching their reactions.

“You escaped.” Donghyuck finally forced words out of his mouth, a sharp inhale through the nose once her gaze landed slowly onto him. He’d hoped to see those warm inviting eyes once more but was met with a calculated stare instead. As if he was being perceived like a stranger, a danger.

“You mean the facility? Oh yeah, after the whole 31st of October thing I was on heavy lock down, around a year. First in isolation then in ward C. Even with the whole lock down thing I managed to get out after a year.” Y/n revealed her time back in the facility nonchalantly with a shrug, keeping her emotions in check.

“You were put in ward C?” Renjun asked, his face scrunching in worry at even the thought of her being located on that wing of the facility.

Wing C in the facility was the area with the strictest rules, punishments being thrown around for the slightest mistake and did not allow even an inch of freedom.

“That was the least of my worries.” Y/n managed to get out before looking off to the side to keep the memories at bay and away from her mind, trying to keep her body relaxed, composing herself.

“I escaped a year ago, been on the go since.” The boys shifted at her words knowing what that had felt like. It had taken them months of constantly moving to keep the facility off their back before they settled in Seoul.

“How did you-. How did you manage to escape?” Mark asked from where he sat, afraid to move and cause Y/n to retreat. As if dealing with a wounded animal.

“That’s a long winded answer that is none of your concern Mark. What’s with the matching outfits? Is it your guys thing? I mean back in the day we were practically forced to match.” Y/n sharply responded but diverted the conversation in favour of pointing out their accidental matching outfits.

Jisung shifted once again in his seat, swallowing even if his throat felt dry at the thought of the uniforms they’d worn back then. His mind reeling at remembering the feeling of the uniforms material that had hugged his body back then.

“Unintentional, we were in a rush after finding out our place had been broken into.” Mark replied truthfully, not entertaining her obvious jab at them. Knowing fully well the jab could have been a lot more pointed and harsh.

“Ah, I see. Sorry about the whole power box and lock thing. Well I guess the lobby too.” Her apology obviously held no true endearment.

“You did that?” Jaemin asked out, he knew it had been her but it also meant her abilities, the ones that were barely there when they’d left had most likely developed in their time away from her.

“Oh that’s nothing Jaemin, that’s just a sliver of what I’m capable of. Like I said beforehand I was in lock down, meaning I was being put to use every single moment that was deemed necessary.” Y/n answered yet her tone held no true emotion as if not needing them.

It was clear to everyone in the room the girl they’d left in the facility had changed. Developed. Most likely for the need to survive.

“You found us.” Chenle was the one to talk this time. Her gaze moved slowly away from Jaemin to land on him now, a tilt to her lips at his words.

“Of course, I’m surprised you’d choose to hide in plain sight. Somehow genius of you all but also quite stupid. Then again the facility doesn't know how you tick, how you all think.” She replied with her manicured fingers moving to tap at her temple in a motion to show how she’d found them. She’d remembered what they wanted, lusted to have once free.

“All that matters is that you got out, it’s all we wanted.” Donghyuck tried explaining how they all felt only to be met with a laugh from Y/n, who moved a hand to cover her mouth, the other holding her stomach as if she’d just heard the funniest joke come from his lips.

“I’m sorry I don’t think I heard you correctly. It’s all you wanted? If that were the case I would have been out of the facility more than a year.” Y/n glowered at Donghyuck who’s eyes widened at her behaviour.

“What? You expected me to go running into your arms Donghyuck, cry against your shoulder confessing how hard it was without you all? How much I missed you all?” Y/n berated them as she slowly moved forward until she was inches from him staring up at his face, close enough to count his familiar birthmarks. Making sure not to lose her temper like she had back at the lobby.

“I’m not here to rejoice with you about my freedom, I’m not here to rekindle our lost friendship, and I am certainly not here to join you in whatever fruitless effort you’re all making to live normal lives. There is nothing normal about us.” With each sentence she moved her hand closer until she dug her pointer finger against his chest, pressing into it.

Though her words were harsh, the feeling of her touch grounded him, having missed it. Swallowing down her words like it was sand, scratching its way down his throat.

“It was a hard decision to leave you there Y/n, but we couldn’t stay there.” Mark’s voice brought the two out of their stare down as her sharp gaze left Donghyuck in favor of burning through Mark’s.

“You think I wanted to stay there either? You know the fun part, I learned when you all left. The ironic part was that you’d left a minute before I got down to the entrance.” Y/n managed to hold back on snapping at Mark, in favor of revealing just how short their exit had been from her arrival.

Renjun held back a noise, guilt swirling through him at the realisation just how close they’d been to leaving with her. He’d been so focused on his pocket watch that day he hadn’t even thought for a moment to wait just one minute more. His flight had kicked in too fast.

The boys let the information sink in. The sick truth of just how close they’d been to seeing her that day, to leave with her. Mark letting his head drop slightly, hands squeezing shut at the fact he’d decided for the group to leave.

“It’s the past now Y/n, you have a whole new future ahead of you now. Here in Seoul… with us, like before but free.” Donghyuck snatched her attention again, his hand moving to wrap around her wrist gently where her perfectly manicured nail was still pressed against his chest. Warmth seeping through him at finally getting to touch her.

Though it didn’t last long as she tugged her hand away, his grasp slipped because of his gentle hold. Donghyuck holding back a wince at how she’d moved away as if his touch burned.

“Did you not understand my prior words? I’m not interested in rekindling whatever sort of friendship we once had, nor will I be here to play pretend on having some sort of normal life.” Y/n emphasizing her words to get it through Donghyuck’s head, who in turn shook his not wanting that.

“You can’t just drop our friendship Y/n not after all the years we spent together. You have a chance of a normal life now, please just try to understand that.” Donhyuck’s voice on the verge of sounding like a plea.

“Our friendship.” Y/n started to speak as she stepped back into his personal space “Was destroyed the day you left and didn’t look back, didn’t even try to come back for me.”

“I came here not to lead a life beside you all, I came back to get a look at the people I once trusted my life with, the ones who let my life crumble with one action.” Her words burned more than then if she’d used her ability to burn him where he stood, he would have preferred to get a third degree burn than hear her words.

“Please Y/n you have no idea about the regret and guilt we all feel. We know what we did was wrong. We always said it was us eight against the world until the very end, we meant that. Please stay.” Donghyuck begged, his lips quivering, eyes filled with unshed tears.

“If you truly felt guilty you would have come back for me. You didn’t. None of you did. And I naively waited day in and day out for that day to come. But if you really feel guilty I hope it festers in your souls ‘till you take your last breaths.”

“Y/n! Enough.” Mark protested at her choice of cruel words. This was not their Y/n.

Y/n stepped back from Donghyuck not bothering to pay Mark attention, there was a time she would have, she would have listened to him even if it meant diving off a cliff, but those times were long gone.

Donghyuck in a second of panic takes a step forward afraid she’d disappear once again. Y/n’s hand moved to push lightly against his chest, his hand trapping her wrist tighter than last time at her touch, yet she didn’t rip her hand away this time.

“I don’t ever want to see your faces again, my curiosity has been satisfied.” Y/n decided, Jeno standing up from the ground now in silent protest.

“You can’t leave.” Jaemin spoke from beside Jeno, still sat on the ground, eyes determined, entwined with his words.

“Quite hypocritical of you to say, is it not Jaemin? If I remember correctly you had no problem doing such a thing.” She bit back, yet her tone was neutral as if she’d come to terms with it a long time ago.

“Did you go to the beach?” The sudden question came out of nowhere causing Y/n’s composure to falter as she looked over at Jisung who stood up from the couch.

“Yes.” Her voice came out cautiously.

It was her second day of freedom from escaping the facility when she’d arrived at a random beach, something she’d longed for since the day she’d seen a video of one from the facility's old television. She remembered how the cold water felt brushing along her ankles, the smell of salt that later stung against her nose and the way the sand felt between her toes.

“Was it all you’d imagined it to be?” Jisung asked another question slowly walking over.

Y/n’s hard touch against Donghyuck’s chest softened as she thought about the beach, a look of longing crossing her face at the memory. Wishing she could experience the first time she’d gone to the beach again.

“And more.” She responded, her voice dropping to a whisper, a look of melancholy in her eyes.

“What was the best part?” Jisung continued his questioning as he gained pace nearly in front of her.

“Everything.” She breathed out, continuing “The wind pushing through my hair, the smell of salt, the sand that had been under my feet, the way the water flowed around me and the realisation I was no longer stuck.”

“How many times did you go?” Jisung pushed for further information gently, hand slowly rising to lightly brush against her elbow.

“Once.” Wrong question, unlucky for Jisung as it caused her to focus again as she stiffly continued “When you’re on the run you can’t afford to take the time for your wants just your needs.”

“You don’t have to run anymore, stay here, stay with us, with me.” He responded gently, his hand moved to hover over her waist but dared not to touch and intrude her personal space.

“You have no idea. The facility was up in chaos at losing all seven of you, yet with time you’ve become just a side mission to regain. But me? They’ll never stop looking. Escaping was freedom, but I’m never truly going to be free from them.” Her response hurt, it proved that she was still being searched for feverishly.

“We can still try.” Jisung rebutted, determined. Y/n letting a soft amused smile appear that didn’t quite reach her eyes as her free hand lifted to hover over his cheek. Jisung pushed his face against her palm, eyes fluttering shut finally feeling her familiar touch.

“I will try, but not with you all.” She answered bluntly, smiling, falling just like how her hand fell from Jisung’s face, his head tilting at the sudden disappearance of her soft hand.

“I want you all to feel it, what it feels like to have hope coursing through your veins only for it to be ripped out of your grasp and burned.” Her intentions were nothing but brutal yet justified.

Y/n moved her hand away from Donghyuck’s chest, his hand tugging at her wrist but she managed to break his grasp once again. Taking a step back.

“Don’t, Y/n. Don’t leave us.” Chenle who’d kept quiet this whole time spoke up, tears falling freely for anyone to see.

“It’s a little too late for me to leave you all, when your the ones who left me.”

With that she turned away from the seven men, intent on leaving with that but stilled open hearing the next words to come from behind her.

“I won’t let you leave like this.” His words sent an amused smile onto her lips, casting a glance over her shoulder.

“And how would you stop me? Your ability is useless in terms of trying to stop me from leaving, what are you going to do? Heal me?” Her words mocking Renjun who’d been the one to speak.

“Go back to watching your movie Renjun, go back to forgetting my existence that you all so easily were able to do the past two years.” Satisfied with her words she finally moved away from the living room. Renjun wondered how she had known the movie had been his choice, then again she seemed to always know those sorts of things even now.

The seven watched her fingers disappear down the hall, each wanting to follow after her yet it was as if they were glued to their spots, not able to chase after the one person they’d been so desperate to have back in their lives.

It was silent, Donghyuck and Jisung standing side by side while the others were still across the room. Everyone had to process what had just happened.

Jeno stood there, body stiff, muscles tensed as he watched her figure disappear, not being able to get a word out just like the crosswalk, it was happening all over again. Just as the last part of her turned the hallway corner his body snapped into motions running. His shoulder bumped into Jisung on his way, Donghyuck having to catch their younger off-balanced friend.

“Y/n!” Jeno yelled out in distress at losing her again, not knowing if he’d ever have the chance to see her again, to know she was okay, alive.

Rounding the corner still in a sprint only for the front door to click shut right in front of his face. Body slamming into the door messily having not slowed down.

Letting his head lean against the door for a split second, but this time he didn’t give in. He didn’t give up. Grabbing the door handle swinging it open almost violently, his eyes immediately found her figure walking down the apartment hallway.

Y/n leisurely clicked the button for the elevator, humming in satisfaction at the doors opening straight away for her, stepping in and clicking the ground floor without a second thought.

Her body leaned against the mirrored wall of the elevator as she watched the metal doors slowly close, just a gap left when two hands grabbed at the gap pushing against its weight. Body tensing as she figured out whose hands it was.

The elevator doors sensor automatically opens the metal doors revealing the person attempting to get in. Jeno.

“You can say you don’t want us, you can give up on us. But we aren’t giving up on you. I will forever regret leaving you that day, but that doesn’t mean I can’t try to make it up to you.” Jeno’s voice is full of determination, set in his ways.

“Either get into the elevator or leave, I have somewhere to be.” Y/n ignored his words, face hiding any emotion from his prying eyes.

Jeno’s jaw clenching at her unforgiving nature she’d developed. He knew he deserved it but he’d be stupid to let her walk away. To loss her a second and final time. Taking a second to breath he let his hands drop from the elevator doors to step inside.

Y/n tilting her head at his actions, watching him. Calculating his motives. He couldn’t help but let his mind wonder back to the days she looked at him with pure trust. Desperate for the day she’d look at him like that again, to see her eyes shine and twinkle.

“Where do you need to go? I’ll drive you there.” Jeno asked moving to stand next to her side by side.

Y/n holding back a laugh at this, moving her head slightly to be able to glance at Jeno who was already staring at her. She raised an eyebrow to show her amusement.

“You got your driver's license, how’s you manage that?” Y/n asked rhetorically not actually wanting to know.

“We went through a lot to get where we are, one of those things was driver's licenses. Though it took a while.” Jeno answered anyway before adding in “Where do you want me to drive you?”

“I don’t want you to drive me anywhere. You already know that.”

“And you know that I want to drive you to wherever you need to go, it’s safer than walking by yourself.” Jeno replied stubbornly.

“Don’t overstep Jeno, I will only warn you once.” Her response hurt but Jeno tried his best to ignore the pain in favour of watching her.

Their conversation had lasted the amount of time needed to get down to the ground floor, the elevator doors opening up at its slow leisure pace but Y/n had enough of a view to see what awaited them outside the elevator, a small tick of a smile on the corner of her lips.

Moving forward without a second though, Jeno having to process her actions seeing as the door hadn’t even fully opened. Y/n once the gap was open enough when through it and manicured gracefully through the small crowd that had formed to get into the elevator.

Jeno’s hand had flown upwards to grab at her, his fingertip brushing gently past her back, too far when she’d squeezed through the doors. Letting out a groan once the elevator doors opened fully, noticing the small crowd wondering what so many people were doing leaving work early on a Friday.

His body pushing forward moving through the crowd as his eyes scanned the apartment complex lobby managing to find Y/n by her green hair. Her head turned to send a smirk his way as she slipped out of the building.

Jeno pushed open the door five seconds later, the door not having closed properly as he’d caught up, hands flying to hold the back of his head as he realised she was nowhere in sight. Looking in all directions, sighing knowing fully well she was most likely watching him hidden away.

“I’ll find you, I’m going to prove to you that we need you, that you need us. Like it was supposed to be two years ago.” Jeno whispered to himself not wanting to draw attention to himself, anyone could be listening in.

Y/n knew it wasn’t a good idea to be in public, her emotions could snap at any moment. Abilities and high emotions never mixed well. It was the quickest way of losing control of her abilities yet her body moved as if on autopilot until she stood in front of a familiar store.

The Atiny Cafe.

Taking a deep breath in through her nose before releasing out her mouth slowly she regained her composure before grabbing the door handle and pushing her way inside, the bell ringing above her head just like the day before. Her gaze going upwards watching the vintage bell sway, distracted.

Yunho who’d been taking his apron off as his shift for the day ended looked up, a large puppy-like smile on his face noticing who’d shown up. Scrambling to tie his apron back around his waist.

“What are you doing? Weren’t you just telling me how glad you are that your shift is over?” San asked from where he leaned against the barista counter, the cherry red head wondering what had gotten into his friends head.

“What no I didn’t, go back in the break room and tie your apron properly, I’ll take one more customer.” Yuhno dismissed his friend and collegues words with a wave of his hand. Moving to check his hair in the window’s reflection before standing in front of the order counter.

San raised an eyebrow at his actions before looking over at the new customer who’d walked in before letting out a noise of realisation. He’d found out about the girl that had captured their second giant of their group's interest from Wooyoung.

“Oh the green haired chick is here that’s why.” He voiced out his thoughts causing him to earn a warning glare from his giant friends, causing San to hold his arms up in mock surrender before moving to go to the staff room.

“Hey Yuhno.” Her sudden sentence caused Yunho to nearly jump out of his skin, whipping his head around to face her having been distracted by San.

“You’re back! Uh, welcome back. What can I get you?” Yuhno’s smile turned soft, a warm and cozy atmosphere enveloping the two young adults.

“The same as yesterday but instead of the muffin, surprise me with something else.” Y/n replied relieved to finally get to think of something else today that didn’t include a certain seven guys.

“Sure, You can pay the same as yesterday.” Yunho replied as he started pressing her order into the system, taking her cash but before he could ask if she wanted the change back this time her manicured nail was already tapping on the tip jar.

“Right, I’ll bring it over when it’s ready.” Yunho explained like last time, having to hold back a fond look at her actions.

“Mm, does it include a chat again or is that an extra charge?” Y/n playfully asked, nails tapping against the counter absentmindedly.

“That’s free of charge, I’m feeling generous today.” Yuhno jokingly responded, finding it easy to be comfortable in her presence.

Y/n not replying this time instead she nodded, smile glued to her lips having not needed to force it this time as she turned to go to the booth she’d deemed to be her spot when visiting for the time being.

It hadn’t taken long for Yunho to go over to her table, placing her order down in front of her and slipping into the opposite side of the booth. Watching her take a sip of her drink first, finding it to be just as satisfying as the last time he’d watch her try his drinks.

“Can I know your name this time?” Yunho asked not even realising how bold his question had been until it had already slipped past his lips, ears reddening slightly.

Y/n sending him an amused smile past the rim of her cup. Setting it down she pondered over it allowing time to pass just to make him scrum a tiny bit.

“What’s your favourite type of bird?” Her out of place question caused Yunho to blink back at her.

“Pardon?”

“Your favourite bird. What is it?” She questioned again, her eyes shining, having fun.

“Doves, doves are my favourite type of bird.”

“What a surprising answer. You know doves stand for peace, love, new beginnings, fidelity, luck, prosperity and… freedom. It also is the bird that represents Aphrodite in Greek mythology or well in Roman mythology it’s Venus. There’s a lot more to them but I won’t ramble.” Y/n explained the meaning humans had put behind doves.

Yuhno listened, almost enamored by her words, her knowledge of the bird. Glad he’d chosen that one.

“How about this? You can call me dove, for now.” Y/n offered as she grabbed a cookie off her plate breaking it in half.

“Okay.” Yuhno nodded not minding the fact she had yet to give her name, the nickname was just as welcoming compared to not having anything to address her. But also because he couldn’t help but think the nickname suited her.

“Great, so Yuhno tell me how your shift went, maybe also why you are still working?” She asked while holding her hand out to give him one half of the cookie in her hand.

“Of course you noticed that.”

“I notice quite a lot of things, it’s just in my nature.”

Yunho moved to accept her offer, taking the piece of cookie while going into a terribly explained excuse of why he’d decided to work longer not wanting her to know it was because of her to begin with.

Y/n took her time walking back to her currently temporary residence. She’d decided to go to a hotel for once as she wasn’t going to be around for long. Hotels were more expensive and more likely to be looked into in their search for her. Usually she’d rent out a room somewhere for a while instead, but this time since it was a shorter time period than usual she’d decided against renting out a room.

Taking light steps towards the hotel she wasn’t as paranoid as she’d been attentive on her way there, not seeing anything suspicious in that time frame. Y/n made her way past the automatic doors into the lobby ignoring the plain and dull music they played over and over again.

Deciding to head straight to her room, taking the stairs instead of the elevator not wanting to be reminded of her latest conversation with a certain pink haired man. Getting to the fifth floor in no time and grabbing her key card from her jean pocket.

Getting inside, only letting her body relax properly when the door clicked shut, leaning against the door. She stared off into space in a daze replying the events that happened today.

It hadn’t gone like she wanted it to, she wasn’t exactly sure what she had wanted and would continue not to know. There had been so many things she’d wanted to say to each of them and all of them together but she couldn’t stand to be in the same room as them longer.

Y/n had to make peace with what she’d gotten in that little meeting they had instead, not wanting to do it ever again. Sliding down the door to give her legs a rest she wrapped her hands around herself as if to protect herself from the world, a habit she’d developed to make herself think she was safe.

With a groan, her head flew back gently knocking against the wooden door now very aware of the fact in her haste to leave the boys she’d forgotten her hoodie. Y/n had taken it off when she’d waited for them at their apartment having felt stuffy with it on. That hoodie was a good one too, oversized for fashion but mainly she’d bought it for comfort.

“I’ll get a new one some other time.” She muttered to herself, there was no point in crying about the hoodie she wouldn’t get back any time soon or ever.

Her eyes traveled over her hotel room, even though she had room service and cleaners the do not disturb sign was always placed on her door handle outside preferring to grab the food from outside the door and clean up after herself, untrusting of people being where she’d sleep. Making her bed was something burned into her mind since she was a child, it would feel wrong letting someone else do it anyway.

Her eyes stopped at the desk where a plastic bag sat, her lips twitched knowing what was inside it. She’d bought it after all. It was hair dye. A habit she’d developed as a way to continue moving by unnoticed, unfamiliar to those around her.

She’d already had the plastic bag sitting on the desk for two days now, having wanted to change her hair colour two weeks ago, not having gotten around to it. But this would be a welcoming distraction.

Later when the sky was dimming she stood in front of the desk hands untying the knot of the bag to pull out the dye. Scowling down at the colour choice now. A lot of bleach as she prior wanted to go for white, now her thoughts flew to a particular person who currently had said hair colour.

Shutting her eyes knowing fully well it would be a waste of time popping down to the convenient store at this time of night. She’d just go through with dying her hair white and lather on a different colour on top later on when there was time.

Not noticing the frost travel over her window as she walked past towards the bathroom to get started on doing her hair, knowing now was the time to do so as she would not be graced with sleep. All the while thinking of the seven people she didn’t want in her mind.

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