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niki-phoria · 6 months

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⋆｡°✩ i'll fall for you again if this keeps up

or kisses with nct dream !!

includes: soft dream, reader is implied to be shorter than mark, jeno's is maybe a little suggestive ?? brief mentions of insecure chenle, implication of overworking (jisung) tooth rotting fluff

a/n: first dream reaction :D

gn reader (no pronouns used)

MARK

mark has never felt like this before. he’s sure of it.

his gaze never leaves your figure as he watches you dance around the kitchen. you dance along to an unknown song playing in your own head; your body sways in tandem with the rhythm.

leaning back against the wall, mark takes the time to admire you. your smile is even more entrancing in the golden glow of the morning. he can feel the heat rising to his cheeks when he notices that the oversized t-shirt you’re dancing around in belongs to him. the small variety of his favourite foods spread across the counter brings a flustered smile to his face.

quietly slipping away from the hallway, mark makes his way into the kitchen. you jump slightly at the sudden feeling of his cool hands gingerly resting against your hips before you relax back against his touch. “good morning, mark,” you chuckle.

“morning,” he murmurs. his hands slip underneath the fabric of your shirt, rubbing miscellaneous shapes against your bare skin.

you turn around, raising a small piece of freshly cut strawberry up to mark’s lips. he accepts the piece of fruit with flushed cheeks. “is it good?”

mark hums, leaning down to pepper a few soft pecks against your shoulder. “it’s almost as sweet as you.”

RENJUN

this is the worst moment of his life. renjun can feel his face burning a bright red; his embarrassment is clearly written all over his expression despite his attempts to remain calm. he catches his bottom lip between his teeth, resisting the urge to dig himself a grave to hide in until he’s ready to show himself to the world again.

“aw, is poor little renjunnie embarrassed?” chenle teases, reaching over and attempting to ruffle the other man’s hair. laughter bubbles out of his chest, fading into the background along with the other members’.

renjun is quick to swat his hand away before he makes a halfhearted attempt to fix the style. “shut up,” he mumbles, though his gaze remains trained on the tile floor below.

you bite back your own smile, reaching over to reassuringly rub renjun’s shoulder. he relaxes against your touch as your friend’s laughter fades out in waves around you.

smiling to yourself as you lean in, softly brushing your lips against his soft skin. your touch is gone just as soon as its there, but even the momentary touch makes his face ignite in a furious flush.

“y/n,” renjun whines, hiding his face behind his hands.

“i’m sorry, baby,” you chuckle, lovingly patting his head in an attempt to comfort him. “you’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”

JENO

even though his attention remains on the weights in his hands, jeno can feel you staring at him. you make no attempts to be subtle - something that both flusters him and boosts his confidence.

your own weights lay forgotten on the ground in favour of watching your boyfriend with his workout. jeno smirks as his gaze meets yours through the floor-length mirrors of the gym. setting the weights down on the ground, he stretches his arms out to flex his biceps slightly. “like what you see?” he teases.

“maybe i do,” you smile, standing up to join jeno on his weight bench. his arms wrap around your waist almost instinctively before he pulls you down to sit on his lap.

your arms snake around his broad shoulders as you lean down. “what are you gonna do about it?” you whisper; your lips just barely brush against his skin as you press a fleeting kiss against the underside of his jawline.

the feeling sends shivers down jeno’s spine, though he maintains his confident facade despite the heat slowly spreading across his cheeks. “i can think of a few ideas,” jeno murmurs before he leans in, catching your lips against his in a kiss.

HAECHAN

you’re being bored to death. the movie that once looked interesting from the poster and synopsis continues to drag on, seemingly refusing to showcase any interesting plot points or interesting characters. you resist the urge to let out yet another sigh as you nuzzle yourself even closer against haechan’s chest.

pressing your ear against his ribcage, you can feel the steady rhythm of his heart beating. your attention falls away from the movie completely - now fully transfixed on haechan. you reach up, trailing your fingers along his jawline. he doesn’t react, letting you run your hand along his features.

a few minutes pass before you let your hand fall back to its resting place against his chest once again. leaning upwards, you begin peppering soft kisses against his neck. your lips trail along his collarbones, smiling to yourself when you feel him stifling a laugh beneath his breath.

“baby,” haechan squirms beneath your touch; soft chuckles escape his lips. his hands ghost against your hips in a lighthearted attempt to hold your body still. “that tickles.”

you pause, shifting slightly to look up at him. haechan doesn’t fail to notice the mischievous glint in your eye as you lean down to press yet another fleeting kiss against his skin. “that’s the point.”

JAEMIN

jaemin feels miserable. his head pounds with an ever-growing headache and his body feels like someone has deliberately shaken his organs around. he almost feels like he’s suffocating between the small mound of blankets you’ve cocooned around his body and whatever is blocking his sinuses.

he watches with tired eyes as you continue to frantically circle around the room, searching for anything else to aid with his sickness. there’s a cup of tea and a newly filled water bottle sitting on his bedside table, a bottle of foul-tasting medication you had all but forced down his throat, and luna curled up on the corner of your bed near his feet to keep him company.

“do you need anything else?” you ask, kneeling down beside him.

“a kiss?” jaemin requests, playfully puckering his lips in your direction.

you brush a hand through his hair, pushing the bangs out of his face. “i can’t get sick, baby.”

jaemin pouts; a dramatic sigh leaving his lips as a form of protest. you stifle a chuckle, softly shaking your head in slight disbelief.

his eyes flutter closed when you lean in before your lips press against the tip of his nose. jaemin’s face scrunches up at the feeling before he opens his eyes once again. “i’ll give you a real kiss when you get better, okay?”

jaemin playfully huffs but nods nonetheless, unable to keep himself from smiling. “okay.”

CHENLE

you noticed something was wrong immediately. there’s a slight frown tugging at the corners of chenle’s lips and the glint in his eyes seems to have dimmed slightly. his movements look more sluggish and tired than usual. the sight makes your heart ache.

“hey,” you say, catching his attention. “what’s wrong?”

“it’s nothing.” chenle shakes his head softly. “i’ve just… been a little insecure lately, i guess.”

furrowing your eyebrows, you bring a hand up to cup his cheek. you brush your thumb against his cheek in a small attempt to comfort him.

“lele.” you reach over, taking chenle’s hand into your own. his surprised gaze meets your own when he feels your lips gently brush against his knuckles. “you’re so smart,” you whisper, gently pushing him back so you can maneuver yourself into his lap. “and kind,” you lean in, pressing a peck against the junction between his neck and shoulder. “and loving,” this time your lips brush against his cheek. “and generous.” chenle’s eyes only flutter closed when you lean in, finally sealing each of your promises with a sweet kiss pressed against his lips.

“i love you,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around your body. he carefully pulls you even closer until your head rests against the crook of his neck. “i love you so much.”

“i love you too, lele,” you whisper. “you’re my everything.”

JISUNG

jisung feels like a zombie. he’s sure he looks like one too as he tiredly trudges into your apartment. he moves in a daze, barely bothering to kick off his shoes beside the front door before he makes a beeline towards your shared bedroom.

“sung?” you quietly enter the room behind him. jisung simply groans in response - burying his face farther into the pillows. his body lays sprawled out across the sheets like a starfish; his long limbs dangerously near falling off of the edges.

you quietly make your way over to kneel down beside him before gently placing a hand against the back of his neck. you can still feel the remains of sweat clinging to his skin. jisung shifts slightly at the contact, turning to face you. an exhausted flush stains his cheeks.

a content sigh escapes his lips as you reach upwards to gently twist your fingers into his hair. your fingernails gently massaging his scalp makes his eyes flutter closed once again. “long day?”

“mhm,” jisung groans. “the longest. i thought i was gonna die in the practice room.”

you chuckle, brushing a stray strand of hair away from his face. “why don’t i run you a bath?”

“that sounds nice,” he murmurs. you smile, leaning down to press a kiss against his forehead. when you pull away this time, the flush on jisung’s cheeks is from embarrassment. “i love you.”

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joonggphilia · 5 months

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NCT DREAM AND THE KINKS YOU THINK THEY HAVE? ALSO SORRY FOR ALL CAPS LOCKS MY PC IS BROKEN

NCT Dream Hard Thoughts

Ot7 main kinks ———————————————————————

Mark definitely has a praise kink. He loves to let you know how good you’re taking him while he absolutely rails you. He’s also into body worship, kissing you from your head to your toes, while telling you how much he loves you.

Renjun has a bondage kink. On the outside it doesn’t seem like it, but he can get freaky. He’ll tie your wrists and ankles to the bed posts so you can’t touch him or yourself. He likes having his way with you, not talking, just pleasure. He wants you to feel good and he wants to bring his fantasies to life.

Jeno screams size and minor degradation. He loves watching his big arms flex as he holds your hips and pounds into you. He loves watching your stomach bulge at the mere size of his cock. He loves letting you know that you’re his slut. After, he becomes a completely different man and apologizes <3

Haechan is a big fan of overstimulation. He likes the thought of being able to make you feel pleased till the point where you’re unable to function. He overstimulates with a loving mindset, wanting to make you feel the best you’ve ever felt. He also enjoys oral, watching you swallow his seed is so hot.

Jaemin absolutely loves mirror sex. He wants you to see how beautiful you are. To him you’re an angel sent from heaven. He’ll never admit it, but he kinda likes the thought of tainting that beauty, making you cry and drool over his skill in bed. Jaemin is a sweetheart, but also a tease. He likes to call you cute names while edging you over and over. He just loves observing you during sex.

Chenle loves marking you up, almost too much. You’ve got a crazy amount of hickeys and bites after sex. Sometimes he’ll make hearts and smiley faces on your chest and thighs. He also loves kissing you. Kissing is more intimate than actually having sex, in his eyes.

I don’t make the rules, Jisung loves nipple play. He loves to tease your chest as he kiss up and down your body. He chuckles when you shiver at his actions, his long fingers gliding over your sensitive buds. Sometimes he’ll suck on your chest, indulging in the way you whimper under him. Along with teasing your chest, he loves giving you hand jobs every now and then.

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jaemmphilia · 7 months

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𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵: 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨

kinktober 2023 - masterlist ★ includes: renjun ★ warnings: explicit content, breeding renjun bc hes so,,, yeah, based off the recent pics he posted, this is horrible but idc bc im tired © triplejracha, 2023. please do not copy to any other platform.

Being engaged to Renjun meant that you often would talk about the wedding that's to come in the very near future. The wedding talk would quickly branch off into family talk.

You know Renjun wants to have kids but he also knows that it isn't possible without going through other means. But that doesn't stop you both from pretending.

Renjun comes out of the bathroom, a towel in hand as he dries his hair. He sees you laid in bed, shirt long gone as you scroll through your phone. Renjun bites his lip and tosses the towel aside. He walks over to your side of the bed and throws his leg over you, pulling his body to sit on top of you.

You feel a familiar weight on you and you look up from your phone, making eye contact with Renjun sitting so pretty and innocent. But you know better than that. Renjun is never 100% innocent.

"What do you want now, Renjun?" You question him, setting your phone aside to give your fiancé your full attention.

Renjun slowly rubs his ass against your crotch, hoping you don't pick up on his sneaky act. You pick up on it, unimpressed. "I want you to put a baby in me, right now."

A switch inside you flicks on. Renjun knows his words have an effect on you because he feels your cock twitch under his ass. He doesn't stop grinding against you in hopes that you'll let him use you as his personal baby provder.

"Clothes off, since you think you can handle it." You growl out, your hand coming to smack Renjun's bare thigh. Renjun lets out a yelp at the impact of your rough hand on his leg.

Renjun rids himself of his clothes, leaving him bare as he sits on top of you. He resumes his grinding, your cock fully hard at this point. You watch as Renjun ruts against you, knowing it isn't enough to get him off.

"Gonna ride you till I'm full of your cum," Renjun pants out, his grinding getting more ragged, "Wanna carry your babies."

You bite your lip as you hear him say such filthy words. You stop Renjun from continuing as you tug off your shorts. Once you toss the garment aside, Renjun lifts up and sinks himself down onto your thick length.

Renjun immediately begins bouncing on your cock, wasting no time in chasing his first orgasm of the night. He whines about being stuffed full so that he was guaranteed to get pregnant.

You hold Renjun's hips, groaning as he rides you. Right now, you are simply Renjun's toy that is only useful for breeding him.

That night, Renjun doesn't stop until you cum at least 5 times deep inside him. You had to get him off of you because you began shooting blanks and he doesn't deserve that.

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127luvr · 9 months

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Hey, could you do (if u feel up to it) a platonic NCT Dream x male reader where he feels he doesn't fit into the group (only added in 2019)

Thanks

Best Friend 𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ 𓇼

Nct Dream x Male Reader

It was early 2019 when the company announced you were to be added to Nct Dream. The exact date slips your mind more than you would care to admit. Mostly due to the fact that everything seemed too rushed—from Mark’s graduation—to your sudden addition—to the release of the first album as Dream without Mark Lee.

You were never sure if the decision to add you to the group was something the company had planned beforehand or something they came up with on the spot—you were too scared to ask. Nevertheless, fans had the same questions. They were split—half saying that this scheme the company had planned to replace Mark wasn’t going to work—while the other half were defending you. Busy making sure your name wasn’t dragged through the mud just because of the shady planning behind the scenes. None of it was your fault—the graduation system was always something that was on the table for the unit.

Knowing this information and understanding it didn’t stop you from feeling guilty.

Your late addition was awkward at first—having never been in the group when Mark was in it shifted the dynamic. You didn’t have to get used to Jeno being the leader, you were introduced when he was the leader. And although they never consciously made the effort to make you feel excluded, the feeling was still there. It was clear that they were still grieving the loss of their friend in their group—and suddenly here you were. Preparing for their first album without Mark.

After the success of We Boom, you went from being Mark’s replacement to just (Y/s/n). Fans saw you as a proper member now—and while there were still some skeptics, they acknowledged you and your talents. There were no malicious intentions towards you but something still didn’t feel right.

Following Reload, you were tired. It had been over a year since you had been added to the group but the feeling of being a disposable member was still overwhelmingly present. You felt like you were watching the members from afar, as if you were still a trainee admiring them from a screen. So close but never quite close enough to reach out to. There was no point in bringing up your concerns with them—scared of how they’d react to it, considering they have been friends long before you were a part of the company. If one of the members disliked you—it was more than probable that the rest would follow.

When the news broke out that the company was abolishing the graduation system, the group was overjoyed. Of course, you were excited too. You got to experience Mark Lee in the same group that you were in. But as the time quickly came to pass, his addition back into the group made you feel worse. He was everything you envied. Perfect at dancing—at singing—at rapping—at communicating. There was nothing he couldn’t do.

Luckily this came at a time where a full album was being promoted—no one would be able to analyze your interactions with your unit if you were busy in others.

“You’ve been avoiding us.” Sooner or later—you would have had to face your members. You had hoped it would be later. Maybe never, as you would have rather spent your time watching videos on the internet on yourself—how you didn’t fit into the group as a whole—let alone your set unit. But it’s come now, in the form of leader Mark in all his glory. “I know I haven’t been back for long, (Y/n). I know that this has been our first comeback as an eight member group, but something’s off.”

It’s after a live video. The eight of you are sitting in the living room of the large dorms. Jeno, Jaemin, Mark and Jisung all share a couch while Chenle sits on the floor. You share the couch opposite to them with Haechan and Renjun, sitting as far as you could get with your ankles crossed. It’s an uncomfortable silence that follows Mark’s words, all eyes on you while you played with the frayed ends of your sweatshirt.

“(Y/n). We are all a part of this group. Regardless of how long everyone’s known each other, you are a part of this family too.”

“I’ve been waiting so long to hear that.” There are collective gasps that come from around the room. It catches you off guard when you make eye contact with an angry Jaemin. His hard eyes paired with his long eyelashes intimidate you.

“(Y/n), I know you’re entitled to how you feel and this has been such a drastic change for you, but we have been trying with you for over a year. We have gone out of our way to make sure you didn’t feel left out.” You hate how well he’s able to articulate himself even under stress, his words falling on your ears heavily as he continues. “I do want to apologize on behalf of everyone for not noticing how hard you were struggling, we should’ve pieced it together. You never came to us with problems but we also never established that you could. We’re sorry for never giving you verbal communication but you can’t say we didn’t try. We are not a group who has to really say things out loud so we understand each other but you didn’t know that.”

You let yourself inch closer to the members next to you. There was no point in trying to make yourself smaller when the attention was still centered on you. It’s an odd sensation—to think back on the interactions you’ve had with individual members.

They were always there for you—whether it was a simple affirmation from Jeno or an invite to hot pot from either Renjun and Haechan. To them it was small acts to try and ease you into the group—it was sharing water outside of the recording booth in between sessions. It was sharing jackets and pushing their leftovers towards you if they didn’t want anymore.

“Jaemin… Haechan, Renjun, Jeno, Jisung, Chenle,” you make eye contact with each member as you call out their names, trying to express how you felt through your eyes, “Mark. I was too in my own head—thinking about how you guys didn’t like me or want me here that all of the effort you put into making me feel wanted and welcome was ignored.” You couldn’t hold eye contact with Mark anymore, too embarrassed to acknowledge his nod of encouragement.

“We also should apologize.” Jeno’s voice startles you. Even if he was across the room, his voice carried so far it sounded as if he were sitting right next to you. “We should’ve done a better job of noticing that you were struggling.”

“I think if we keep going like this we’ll never stop passing the blame around.” You can’t help but smile at Jisung’s comment, mouthing a small thank you towards Jeno as he elbowedJisung’s side.

“Jisung’s right for once!”

The group erupts in laughter, the scene causing you to chuckle through teary eyes.

“Here’s to new beginnings, guys. We’re a family.” Mark’s eyes never stray from you and for the first time in over a year, you believe those words.

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jiyeonnnn · 1 year

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do you accept hard thoughts or things like that? because dom bottom!renjun has been occupying my mind a lot these days 😮‍💨🥵 (not that i complain in any way though...)

i do accept hard thoughts!

nway,

MOMMY'S LEASH, h. renjun

renjun continues to punish you, his hands move to the leash around your neck, pulling it tighter and using it to control your movements. you can feel the leather collar digging into your skin, the sensation both painful and arousing, and it turned you on even more.

renjun must've felt how your cock twitched inside him in arousal as he chuckled deeply, eyes bored at your pleasured face. "look at you," he says, his voice laced with both disgust and arousal. "my little manwhore, getting off on being dominated like this. So fucking filthy."

he tightens and tugs the leash again, causing you to gasp for air as you feel his power over you intensify. renjun rides you harder, his hips grinding against yours as he uses your body for his own pleasure.

"you're just a toy for me to play with," he says, a wicked gleam shining through his eyes. "a dirty little dog who needs to be put in his place."

you moan loudly at his words, it wasn't exactly the first time he's been like this but it felt different this time - it felt more exciting and humiliating. you felt the pleasure building inside you as Renjun continues to dominate you. you can feel his power over you, his words and actions making you feel small and helpless, and he definitely lives for that.

"say it," Renjun commands, pulling the leash tighter. "say that you're my manwhore, that you belong to me."

"i'm your manwhore, mommy" you gasp, feeling a surge of humiliation and arousal at the words.

"that's right," renjun says, a smug smile on his face. "and don't you forget it, you filthy manwhore. You're mine, and I can do whatever I want with you."

he continues to ride you, using the leash to control your movements and humiliate you further. And as you cry out in ecstasy and submission, you know that you'll never disobey renjun again. you're his to do with as he pleases, and you'll do anything to please him.

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vkooksupremacy · 10 months

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Car Crash

Poly NCT Dream x Male Reader

"Okay everyone!" The dance instructer clapped his hands together. The group stood up, playfully pushing each other around to get into position. Jaemin's phone lit up, an incoming call vibrating his phone. He quickly ran to answer it, seeing their boyfriend's name on it. Y/N never called unless emergency.

"Y/N/N?"

"Hi, this isn't Mr L/N. Unfortunately, a truck driver lost control and hit the car. The driver and Mr L/N are both as ncinsxious at the hospital. Mr L/N is currently in surgery."

"W-which hospital?" Jaemin asked quickly, gaining the attention of the other remembers.

"Incheon University Hospital." The caller answered. "He was apparently going back to Hybe."

"Yes. Yeah. His group is under Hybe." Jaemin confirmed. "I'll be there soon."

He left without another word, leaving the Dreamies. They ran after him, only to see a black car pulling out of the driveway and Jaemin in the backseat talking to someone.

"Follow XXXXX." Mark said, pointing to the car Jaemin was in. The driver sped off, following Jaemin's car.

They reached the hospital five minutes later than the car in front. They ran in to see Jaemin at the counter.

"Mr L/N's awake." The nurse informed. "You can see him now."

Jaemin didn't even realize the rest of Dream had followed him. He race down the corridor to Room 2311.

"Y/N!" Jaemin panted, bursting into the room.

"Oh, hi Hyung!" Y/N grinned. His arm was in a cast, a bandage around his torso, and he looked exceptionally worse for wear.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?" Jaemin babbled, rushing to the bed. The other members still had no clue what was going on, nor had Jaemin that they were behind him.

"Hyung, I think the others followed you." Y/N giggled, and Jaemin turned around.

"How they even got here, I don't know." Jaemin said defiantly. "I guess we have to explain. Look at their faces."

Their boyfriend's were all pale faced and shocked, making Y/N and Jaemin burs tinto laughter.

"He got into a car accident." Jaemin explained, once they'd calm down. A snicker or two would issue from Y/N every three seconds. "And - hush Y/N, Seventeen are on their way."

"Aish, Y/N, don't go out during peak hours. The schedules are epurposely fixed the way they are." Mark scolded. "Next time follow your schedule."

"Yes Hyung."

Masterlist

#kpop x male reader #nct x male reader #jisung x male reader #renjun x male reader #jaemin x male reader #jeno x male reader #mark x male reader #nct dream x male reader #nct x reader #jaemin

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spicyseonghwas · 9 months

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[9:17pm] - huang renjun

pairing :: huang renjun x male reader genres/au's :: angst, hurt-comfort viewer rating :: 13+ content warnings :: crying mentions, cheating mentions, yelling, renjun is very scared and insecure about this :(, hints that reader is a bit taller than renjun network tag @preciousillusions-net word count :: 670 reposted from old acc

you and your boyfriend, huang renjun, had been strong in love for two years now. and in your eyes, it was perfect. he was perfect. there was nothing in the world that was more precious and important to you than renjun and your relationship with him.

but lately, renjun was starting to question that. he was beginning to suspect that his partner had eloped with someone else... one of his best friends.

and renjun had gotten fed up with the weight of not knowing.

so who did he turn to?

jeno.

renjun simply brought it up in conversation while talking to jeno a few days ago, and jeno had said, quite simply,

"oh yeah, he's been hanging out with chenle a lot more often lately."

chenle??

were you cheating on him? with one of his best friends in the world?? he had to confront you about this...

"chenle??" renjun yelled, barging into your and his shared bedroom. "so not only are you cheating on me... but you're doing it with my best friend??"

"wh-renjun, what are you talking about??" you asked, dropping your phone onto the floor as you jumped, renjun had startled you quite badly when he entered the room.

"jeno told me you've been hanging around with chenle a lot lately. and i've noticed it too- how much less you wanna be around me lately, how little you seem to want to do things with me. are you cheating on me??" he repeated, his voice shaking as he shouted.

you swore your ehart stopped. you scrambled mentally for something to say.

"i-renjun, i would never cheat on you." you said carefully.

"yeah? and just why should i believe you?" renjun said dramatically. "why have you been hanging out with him so much more than with me then lately? hm? why don't you want to be around me anymore, m/n? do you hate me? what did i do wrong??"

and those five words broke your heart.

your eyes burned with tears as you heard renjun's voice break, the tears already flowing down his face as he backed into the wall and slid down it, wrapping his arms around his calves and hiding his face in his knees.

"junnie... you know that's not true," you said softly, "i love you. i love spending my time with you, i love spending my time on you, i just..."

you stopped for a moment, walking over and sitting down next to him. you hesitated for a moment, then changed positions a bit and wrapped both of your arms around him, pulling him as close as you could get him and gently pressing his head into your chest.

"i'm just trying to make friends, baby..." you whispered into his hair, "just like you said i should. i'm doing it to make you happy."

renjun didn't reply for a few long moments, simply cuddling as close to you as he could, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. you felt his shoulders shaking as he tried to make himself breathe steadily again, and you knew your shirt would probably have to be washed a couple times after this was over.

"so..." he nearly whispered, "so you still love me, then?"

"yes, baby," you whispered back to him, kissing the top of his head and playing softly with his hair, "i love you. there's no one more precious to me than you, i love you more than i would love my own brother if i had one."

renjun smiled, the all the worry, anger and insecurity finally leaving his body and heart. he smiled, standing up. he grabbed your hand and pulled you up with him, immediately walking face-first into your chest and wrapping you up into another bear hug. he stood there for a while, his face hidden in your chest for a while before he looked up at you and leaned in for a kiss. you obliged happily, doing the same as you wrapped your arms around his sides and pulled him impossibly closer.

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theuniversein-you · 2 years

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you as the 8th nct dream member

✧ ˚ nct dream react to: you falling off the stage

✧ ˚ genre: oneshot, idol!au, amab!reader, angst, fluff

✧ ˚ warning: injury

✧ ˚ disclaimer: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. the characters do not reflect the personality of the actual artists themselves, and should be treated as separate beings.

✧ ˚ author notes: rushed bc i have personal things, and ive been thinking of posting drabbles as often as possible. very sorry if i wasn’t able to update as frequent as i could :(

✧ ˚ word count: 1.4k words

You didn’t know what transpired before the incident. You’ve been so focused on the performance that you didn’t notice how near you were at the end of the stage, and worst of all, you were at the back so it’s not like your members would notice immediately.

The moment you crashed to the ground was when the staff rushed after you. The pain that came from crashing from your side made you cry in pain. You were being escorted off the ground, being careful not to put pressure to the pain. You gripped your arm, gritting your teeth as the sharp feeling of knives ran through the arm.

But it wasn’t the pain that caused your eyes to tear up, but the guilt that’s creeping up inside you. One of the worst feelings that an idol could feel is being responsible for a performance being disrupted, and you hated that feeling. You felt bad to your members who continued to perform as you were whisked away to the back, to be tended by the medics.

At the backstage, your legs wouldn’t stop fidgeting, and your hands started to sweat. You await anxiously for your members, and preparing yourself to be scolded by one of the managers for what happened.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

ミ★ Mark. Unaware of the incident, Mark was confused when you were missing from the stage. He tried asking the members discreetly about your whereabouts, but it wasn’t until Chenle approached him, terrified. He was about to ask the younger what was wrong until he told him what happened to you. Mark wanted to run backstage to see you, but he knows he has to stay and thank the fans first, even with his legs feeling like jelly after hearing the incident. As a leader, he needs to make sure that no member is unsafe, and it’s agonizing for him that he couldn’t do anything to prevent it from happening. Backstage, Mark finds you huddled at a chair, a cast wrapped on your arm. He doesn’t know if he’s going to crowd you any further, since both Jaemin and Renjun already rushed to you faster than anything. He stayed next to you, though, making sure to comfort you when you felt as if you ruined everything. “No, (Y/N), I’m just glad that you’re safe now.” Mark would reassure you that you didn’t ruin everything and tells you that what’s important is your well-being. And maybe, talk to the managers and staff to make sure this never happens again.

ミ★ Renjun. He didn’t hesitate to be the first one to fuss over you. Renjun is most sensitive when it comes to your feelings, and he would almost cry seeing the cast around your arm. He made it easier for you to open up to him about how angry and stupid you feel, the guilt that you were feeling when you let them down, and how scared you were at the thought of disappointing your fans for your mistake. He would listen to you, but he isn’t going to let you feel that way. Renjun was relieved that you were able to open up to him about your feelings, but it still pains him that he couldn’t do anything to easen your mind about what happened. It would mark a horrible experience in your life. But with the immense support you have with your members, you would find yourself to be okay in the future. Renjun would make sure of it. Side note: Haechan would make a comment about how Renjun is your local therapist, but he wouldn’t say that with the latter in the room with him.

ミ★ Jeno. Panic and immense worry is the only thing in his mind when Chenle broke the news about your well-being. Jeno couldn't imagine how you devasted you would be, and he hopes that the injury isn't threatening enough to cost you your career. When he asked you about your condition, you told him that your broke your arm from the fall, but the medics told you that it's not bad enough that'll put you into a long hiatus. He felt himself ease in relief, but is still worried about you. “You should rest, let us handle the rest.” Jeno thinks that you are going to have to rely on them, and that’s okay. He’s not going to let any of his team suffer, whether it is mentally or physically. You would need a lot of convincing though, but eventually you will have to, since you have every members’ support for your recovery no matter what.

ミ★ Haechan. Getting injured is one of the worst feelings an idol could ever imagine. Haechan knows that pretty well, since he's seen his hyungs who had to go on a hiatus because of their health. He cares about your health, but he also doesn't want you to go to a hiatus for an indefinite period of time. You expressed to him before that you hated it if you're going to miss out on any activities Dream has, so you've made sure to keep yourself healthy at all times. So to see you feel so frustrated, angry at your mistake, he felt the need to cheer you up. "It's okay, (Y/N), you're going to be up in no time. You're damn strong to let anything injure you badly." whether you think he was joking or not doesn't matter, because he knows it to himself that he's right, and even slightly, you're able to crack a smile after that.

ミ★ Jaemin. He was the one that didn’t hesitate to run backstage as fast as he could to find you. Just like Renjun, he would fuss over you the moment he sees you. He would almost scold you, but after seeing your dejected expresion, he held his tongue. It was not the best time to make your mood any worst when you’re already beating yourself up for injuring yourself. He would become your helper if you needed something, since your other arm is out of commission for a while. Out of all the members, he can truly relate because of his injury at the past, so he understands how you would be worried about what’s going to come next. But he doesn’t mind taking care of you, if it meant for you speedy recovery and having you back in performances again.

ミ★ Chenle. He was next to you at the back when you fell. Chenle could’ve sworn that you were just next to him, until you were not. He saw your misstep that leads you into falling, which caused him to stop dancing, not knowing what to do. Should he go to you or should he continue performing to remain professional? It wasn’t until he sees Jisung looking at him with confusion that he had to remain professional despite what he witnessed. He has a frazzled expression during the performance, praying for it to be over. When the performance finished, he was the one that told the group what happened. The moment the group returned backstage and reunited with your injured form, he kept his distance from you to not crowd you. Although, another reason is that he was guilty that he couldn’t do anything to help you especially since he saw the incident in the first place. You and his hyungs reassured him for being professional despite being terrified for you. "It was my stupidness that led me to this," you would sheepishly say, but Chenle is going to argue with you if that comes out of your mouth. But at least the both of you are able to be at ease since he knows that you are now okay.

ミ★ Jisung. He was confused when you were missing at the performance and how frazzled Chenle is, who is looking back and forth at the back of the stage and the audience. He would go to his best friend, only for him to shut down any kind of thought when he was told about your unfortunate incident and your unknown condition as of the moment. He could only feel his arm being pulled backstage. Jisung was brought back to the time when he injured his knee and how he couldn’t participate in shows and performances, and he doesn’t want to imagine you being missing, too. While he wouldn’t fuss over you as much as Renjun and Jaemin will, he would keep out a look out for you, although subtlely. He doesn’t want you to tease him when he takes care of you.

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vergilthelibrarian · 1 year

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You coiled into yourself as Renjun’s fingers caressed your cheeks.

A smirk grew on his lips as he moved his hand away, his face leaning in close into yours, his hot breath hitting your cheek.

“Do you like me?”

You gulped, playing with your sweater sleeves.

If he kept this close, you were gonna have a panic attack.

Sensing your rising anxiety, Renjun leaned back, a warm smile gracing his features.

“I don’t mean to make you so nervous!” He laughed “Though…” his voice got lower as his laughter stopped. “You are cute like this.”

You let out a breath you was holding. Your heart was beating fast and your skin was getting warm.

“I know you don’t go out much.” Renjun started, saying in the nicest way he could that he knew you were a socially awkward shut in. “But I really want to take you out… when you’re ready of course.” He added on quickly, laughing slightly as he rubbed the back of his head. “I don’t want to force you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

Renjun was always so sweet to you. Devilish in how he relished in your awkwardness, which was due to your lack of social skills, but sweet nonetheless.

If there was anyone you’d go to to get you out of your self isolation, it’d be Renjun.

“I’d like to go out with you.” You told him quietly, putting emphasis on the word ‘with’, causing Renjun to smile widely.

You bit your lip to bite back a bashful smile as you felt Renjun grab your hand into his, his thumb rubbing the top your hand. You finally found the courage to look him in the eyes, the sun causing his brown eyes to look like honey.

“I’m gonna take of you. I promise.” He said before kissing your hand.

#it’s my birthday lol #renjun x reader #renjun x male reader #nct dream x male reader #nct dream x reader #nct x male reader #nct x reader #you know I don’t think I ever made a yandere fic about renjunie

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planetkiimchi · 7 months

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and they were roommates | l.dh

featuring: lee haechan x masc!reader, nct dream

warnings: a little (?) bit of gore, blood, and a “crunching sound” which in my head was bone breaking. swearing but not a lot, alcohol is mentioned, ynhyuck get really drunk at some point, the first line is a bit painful to read but that’s just what cold weather feels like, yn has major regrets quite a lot. y/n is oblivious but in their defense, donghyuck is really fucking flirty and the mixed signals are confusing to everyone. y/n doesn’t like coffee (deal with it) and eats pizza in the absolute weirdest way possible.

word count: 13882 words

playlist: nonsense by sabrina carpenter // photograph by ed sheeran // fallin' (adrenaline) by why don't we // sweet nothing by taylor swift // coffee shop by flowerovlove // really wanna dance with you by new rules

summary — lee donghyuck is the most flirtatious person you’ve ever known and he makes you feel welcome in the foreign country. it makes sense that you gravitate towards him, but what do you do when you realise you’re falling for him with every act of his?

a/n: this has been rotting in my drafts since march, and it really only made it out because of @winterchimez thank you so, so much to ally for reading this longass incoherent fic and allowing me to share this piece of my heart with you guys

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THE BITING WIND BLEW HARSHLY at your cheeks, turning them redder than they already were. It felt as if there were a million shards of ice slowly chipping away at your skin, your skin cells freezing off your face.

What a warm welcome to Seoul, you thought sardonically.

You had enrolled in Seoul Institute of the Arts for one reason alone, and that was that the only cousin who was your age, Na Jaemin, had applied to go there last year. Having made an unexpected decision not to go into Neurosciences like the rest of his friends, Jaemin found himself blissfully alone and afraid to apply. He wasn’t planning on going alone, yet he desperately wanted to get in, so he had decided to turn to you for assistance.

That was the first time you had heard him admit that you were his favourite cousin (you probably weren’t). You had been on the other end of the spectrum at the time, completely unsure what direction you wanted your life to continue in. You had had no idea what to pursue, and had hence decided to make an impulsive decision to apply to Seoul Institute of the Arts with Jaemin.

To be very honest, you hadn’t expected to get in. It was a spur of the moment decision, and SIA was an extremely prestigious university. Your background in visual arts was minimal, so you were mostly relying on your extensive dance history to carry you through it.

Unfortunately for you, it worked. This was how you had ended up on the plane to Seoul a year later, your regret almost as bitter as the cold when you thought about how lonely you would be.

Your grasp of the Korean language was minimal, and you hated how the phonetic sounds differed just slightly, enough for you to get it wrong but not for you to understand why.

It was alright when you lived in the United Kingdom, because there you only had to say a few words in Korean to impress your non-Korean relatives. Privately, your mother had taken you out of the Korean international school when she saw that your Korean hadn’t improved in the slightest.

In Korea, you would be disadvantaged both by the language barrier and your lack of passion for your major. Besides, if the weather continued to be as cold as it was at the moment, you might as well have stayed in England. At least there, you could romantically share an umbrella with someone in the dreary rain. What could you do in Korea, huddle with someone as you ran from building to building while a flurry of white snow fell from the sky? How pathetic.

You were absorbed in your thoughts, feet carrying you mindlessly through the steps towards the arrival area. You struggled and stuttered your way through immigration with broken sentences, finally making your way to the taxi stand.

You were mentally preparing yourself to exit the warmth of the airport and face the freezing temperatures when you heard your name, face turning towards the direction of the familiar voice.

Jaemin ran up to you, the soft smile gracing his face as close to a wide grin as you could get from him. He threw his hands around you, hugging you tightly, and you collapsed into his warmth, so relieved that he was there. Maybe Seoul wouldn’t be so bad after all.

When he let go of you, composing himself, you took the time to scan the new faces. Jaemin hadn’t come alone; he had come with three other friends, who were all looking at you expectantly with welcoming gazes.

“I’m L/n Y/n,” you told them politely. “Jaemin’s my cousin, and my mother and his father are siblings.” With that, you ran out of things to say, and you stared at the group with an awkward smile as the silence turned thick with hesitation.

The silence was then broken by a rather cheerful individual amongst Jaemin’s friends, who said, “Shall we go? It’s late, and I’m sure you’re tired from the long flight. We’ll take a taxi back to the dormitory and show you your room. You and Jaemin are staying together, right?”

You nodded gratefully as the young man took the lead, and the rest of you followed suit. Jaemin reached out to help you with your luggage, but you shook your head. There was no need since you hadn’t brought much to Korea. You intended to buy anything you needed there since you assumed the clothes you needed would be quite different from those you owned.

You quickly came to realise that the young man who had just spoken was the only extrovert in the group. You and Jaemin were introverts and perfectly content to sit in silence. The others didn’t seem to make any attempt to strike up a conversation, letting the silence settle comfortably over you. However, despite being in the passenger seat and therefore the furthest from the rest, the young man simply wouldn’t stop talking.

He introduced himself as Lee Donghyuck who had graduated from the same high school as Jaemin. He and Jaemin had only met a month ago when they first moved into the dorm. You had had to make arrangements for your flight when you received the acceptance letter, so you were among the later few to arrive.

Although Donghyuck and Jaemin were essentially strangers, it wouldn’t have seemed so to a passerby. Donghyuck ensured that there was never a dull or awkward moment and that no opportunity to flirt with his friends was missed.

You had only known Donghyuck for an hour and yet you were already starting to like him. You relaxed into the seat, closing your eyes and exhaling in relief as the sound of Donghyuck’s voice prattling away filled your ears.

He talked during the entire ride, telling you about the rooming conditions—four to a room, and you were with him, Renjun and Mark, the other two in the car—, the professors’ reputations that he had gotten from the seniors, and the other three boys who were sleeping and weren’t able to pick you up.

Usually a talk like that would have drained your energy, using up all your social battery trying to think of a reply to keep the conversation going. However, the thing about Donghyuck was that he didn’t expect you to answer. He was perfectly fine with the sound of his voice being the only thing filling the silence, which made it much more bearable.

—

You only realised that you had fallen asleep when Jaemin shook your shoulder to wake you up. In the corner of your bleary vision, you caught sight of Mark paying for the ride, and you instinctively reached for your wallet before realising it was safely tucked away in your back pocket. Which you were sitting on.

Sighing, you silently apologised to your parents for not maintaining basic etiquette and insisting on paying, clambering out of the taxi with shaky legs, feeling a little tired (not that you would admit it).

You soon realised that Donghyuck was a clingy person. While you leaned on Jaemin for support as you wheeled your luggage along, he leaned on Renjun’s shoulder, upbeat as ever despite the late timing. The high-pitched voice that he used to talk to Renjun would have been cringey if it wasn’t him doing it. Somehow, when Donghyuck was doing it, it was cute and endearing.

The room that you were assigned was on the second floor, so you had to choose between climbing the stairs and lugging the heavy luggage up or walking out of the way to find the lift.

Obviously, as the lazy person that you were, you chose the former. With a grunt and a heave, you somehow managed to get the luggage up the stairs while Donghyuck cheered you on.

“You’ve got this, Y/n! I believe in you!” When he saw that it wasn’t working, he even threw in a little “Fighting!” and you smiled despite your exhaustion. You would have laughed if the ache in your shoulders wasn’t killing you.

Fortunately, that was the hardest part. The rest was easy—you left your shoes outside the door, placed your luggage at the side so you could unpack your nightwear and take the things you needed for your shower. Donghyuck, Mark and Renjun followed you inside while Jaemin retreated to his own room.

The room was surprisingly cozy, with enough space for a bookcase, desk, and four single beds. There was a mini fridge in the corner of the room, so that was what you went to first.

The guys had placed their personal belongings neatly, so you followed suit, taking out your personal items and setting your luggage upright against the wall. While you did so, Mark and Donghyuck used the two attached restrooms to get changed while Renjun sat on the floor and watched you curiously.

“Where are you from, if you don’t mind me asking? You couldn’t have studied in Korea, surely. Jaemin didn’t exactly tell us much about you,” Renjun said.

“My mother grew up in Korea, and went to England to study. She met my father there, and I grew up in England, but I do know a little Korean,” you said with difficulty. “And you? Your name doesn’t sound very Korean either.”

“I’m from China but came to Korea because my grandmother suggested it. I actually came on a scholarship and went to the same high school as Donghyuck. All of us went to the same one, actually.”

You nodded in understanding. Understandably, people gravitated towards those they knew, especially in unfamiliar environments.

“Donghyuck actually initiated this. I’m not sure if you realised, but he’s very outgoing. He somehow found out all of our phone numbers, knew of my existence through passing me in the hallways, got Jaemin’s number from a mutual friend, Jeno, and created a group chat. Even now, I still think it was a lot of effort, but it seems to have worked. And, you know, it isn’t half as awkward anymore.”

That did sound like something you would expect of Donghyuck, you thought. As Renjun finished speaking, Donghyuck and Mark came out of the restroom, and you brushed past them as you went inside to take a quick shower.

—

The shower did wonders for your exhaustion. Your muscles didn’t feel half as tense anymore, and you actually felt fresh and comfortable in warm clothes. You rubbed your hair dry as you exited the restroom, glancing at the filled beds.

Mark and Renjun were lying in bed, and they gave you a quick goodnight as you made your way over to the last empty bed, right next to Donghyuck. He was dressed in a baggy hoodie, sitting hunched over at the edge of his bed, looking intently at his phone.

If it were Jaemin, who also happened to have a terrible shrimp posture, you would have tapped his back to remind him to sit up straight, taken his phone from him while setting it down on the bedside table and told him to sleep.

As it was, he was Donghyuck, not your cousin, so you didn’t have the right to do so. Instead, you snuggled into your bed, pulling the blanket up to your chin until you were nice and warm, shutting your eyes as you said, “G’night, Donghyuck.”

You didn’t see him raise his head and turn to see you, smiling when he realised that you had spoken to him properly for the first time that day. He whispered softly, “G’night,” and put his phone away. He let out a sigh of relief as he flopped onto the bed and fell fast asleep.

YOU QUICKLY SETTLED INTO A ROUTINE at the university. It was easy to do so when each of your days had a set schedule and things for you to do. It was never monotonous, but the structure helped to keep you going and not stop.

In the mornings, you woke up to beverages on the table, which Donghyuck bought for everyone. At first, he hadn’t gotten your order right. He had memorised the others’ orders during the month that they had been roommates before you arrived, but took a couple of times to get what you wanted right.

Coffee from Donghyuck looked something like this: a cup of steaming hot coffee would somehow make its way to the table in the mornings after you came out of the shower, or finished changing your clothes. The coffee was always accompanied by a note. For Renjun, it was a compliment, and it was often about how pretty his eyes were. For Mark, it was either a “you’re so amazing, never forget it”, or a “stupid fool”. There was never an in-between.

And for you?

Well, on the first day, it was a frappuccino with plenty of sprinkles on it, the sugar content so high you were sure it made up for the lack of actual caffeine in it. That gave you a sugar rush so bad you could barely sit still in lectures, knees constantly jiggling under the table.

You knocked over your bottle twice that day and even almost dropped your laptop on the floor because your knee hit the bottom of the table, causing your laptop to slip.

After that, Donghyuck realised sugar wasn’t your thing.

The second day, he went for an espresso that probably had eight shots in it. (It was then accompanied by a pickup line, “do you have a map? cuz i got lost in your eyes”. It was cheesy, but some part of your heart found it cute.) You recognised it as Jaemin’s order, and had laughed to yourself when you realised that Donghyuck wasn’t very good at guessing what you liked.

However, you stopped laughing as soon as you tasted the drink. The espresso was pure caffeine, so black and bitter you wanted to spit out every sip you took of it. You probably would have been better able to stomach a shrimp linguini that you were allergic to than you did the espresso.

That day was pure hell. Your classes didn’t begin until the afternoon, so the day began with a dance class. You missed your bus and had the taste of the espresso in your mouth while you suffered through your dance class. The teacher was strict, which you generally didn’t mind, but that day, it felt like he was out to get you. He corrected you at every turn, and you had every mind to quit.

Afterwards, you realised that you had forgotten to do the pre-reading for your class and had to rush it as you sprinted to the building, only managing to absorb at most a quarter of what you were meant to know.

To make things worse, you had gotten lost three times trying to find the classroom and were late and completely lost for the whole class. You eventually gave up trying to comprehend what was happening, instead leaning over to the seat next to you and asking your classmate to send you his notes.

He was a little confused, but he agreed, and that was how (you thought) you made your first friend outside Jaemin’s friend group.

It later turned out that his name was Jeno, and he was the mutual friend that Renjun had told you about. So he knew both Donghyuck and Jaemin, so all your pride in talking to someone new dissipated faster than the taste of espresso in your mouth.

Since you didn’t really have many other friends besides the “dreamies”, which was what Jaemin’s friend group called themselves, you had no one but them to complain about your terrible day.

Donghyuck learnt his lesson for the next time. The third time, Donghyuck bought you jasmine green tea with boba at 25% percent sugar because he “remembered that you didn’t like the sugar rush the first time”. He had circled the sticker on the cup in red pen so you could see the exact order and had written: without milk, because i'm not sure if you’re lactose intolerant.

You were glad that he had finally caught on and realised that you didn’t like coffee much. While you weren’t the biggest fan of tea, you did enjoy boba and that ended up being the most pleasant beverage out of them all. It was partly because he had considered your possible allergies and remembered your dislike of the frappuccino. But more importantly, you liked it because Donghyuck had put so much effort into trying to find something that you would like instead of simply asking you what you liked like a normal person.

However, even that wasn’t the end of it. Donghyuck could tell from your reaction to the drink that it wasn’t something you were expecting and was dead set on finding out your favourite drink order.

It took about five more tries before he finally found out.

It happened when Mark came to pick you up after your dance class, with Jisung (one of the dreamies) in the passenger seat and Donghyuck in the back seat of the car. You had all but collapsed into the seat, limbs tiredly splayed out across the backseat of the car.

To his credit, Donghyuck hadn’t complained about you taking up space, only shifting so that you could comfortably sprawl across two seats while he sat upright in his. When you stretched and knocked his jaw, he laughed good-naturedly and lowered the middle seat so that you could prop your head up and rest comfortably.

When you woke up, the car was parked in front of a convenience store, and Mark told you that Donghyuck and Jisung had gone to get some ramyeon and other items.

Despite Mark’s protests, you zipped up your jacket and climbed out of the car, intent on getting yourself a box of Nesquik packets to get your energy up after the long day.

You intercepted Donghyuck at the glass doors, dragging him with you as you made your purchase and held it in your hand sheepishly as you followed Jisung back to the car, waving your box of Nesquik packets at Mark in explanation as you entered the car.

Mark nodded knowingly, and as he started driving off, he asked, “You’ll make me a cup too, right?”

You nodded, replying in English. “Of course. That’s what friends are for.”

“Oh, so you’ll make it for me because we’re friends, not because you want to thank me for my driving services?”

“That too,” you shrugged. Donghyuck looked between the two of you, completely lost.

“Can I have a translation, please?” As Mark translated it to Donghyuck, you took note of the words you were unsure of, taking out your phone to note it down. You were too busy trying to catch what Mark said to notice the fond look Donghyuck gave you, mentally noting to help you with Korean when he could.

After that day, Donghyuck always made you hot Nesquik in the evenings, and you grew used to coming home to a hot steamy mug of the delicious beverage.

—

Amidst the busy classes, being with Donghyuck felt like the calmness of the deep waters in the middle of a storm. His presence made the mountain of work piling up feel manageable and made all your stress and worries seem trivial. Donghyuck made everything bearable for you.

Throughout the semester, you constantly had to translate different your pre-reading to English and record your lectures to come back to Mark to ask him for help. Mark probably learnt more from your lectures than you did, but it helped enormously.

Mark was always patient, never growing tired of helping you. When he couldn’t translate something either, you always fell back on good old Google Translate or simply asked the professor yourself.

Some of the professors spoke fluent English, which was a huge help, and most were willing to help you as long as you showed initiative in taking charge of your own learning.

One afternoon, you returned to the dorm with a cinnamon roll in hand and your papers in the other, looking for Mark to help you.

Unfortunately, Mark was away, having been called to help tutor another of his friends. The only one at the dormitory was Donghyuck, who was busy tapping away at his laptop. Disappointed, you turned to leave to find your professor instead when Donghyuck turned, seemingly having a sixth sense for your presence.

“‘Sup,” He nodded at the papers in your hand. “Do you need help with those, or…?”

You nodded sheepishly. “Yeah, I was gonna ask Mark for help, but it seems like he’s not here, so I’m going to find one of my professors instead. Or probably one of the other students, I don’t know.”

Donghyuck waved you over to the desk, and you pulled out a chair and sat down. He hummed as he read through the sheaf of papers before handing them back to you.

“I can’t say I’m very good at English, but I’m sure we could figure it out together. Anyway, we both major in Fine Arts, so it can’t be that hard, right?”

—

That was how you and Donghyuck ended up at the shared desk in your room, huddled over papers as you groaned about terminology. You didn’t understand why dance needed such complicated terminology; if dance teachers could “hm ah one-two” their way through their classes, surely you didn’t need your major to get a job in the industry.

However, Donghyuck refused to let you give up, guiding you through the questions one by one. The pre-reading was especially difficult, but when Donghyuck let you read it aloud and helped you with words you didn’t understand, suddenly, it felt a lot easier.

It helped that the professor had plenty of visual resources, and pictures and videos helped to attract your attention. Whenever there was a video of a certain dance technique you needed to know about, you eagerly clicked on it, grateful for the reprieve it offered from the constant onslaught of words on your screen.

Somehow, just like that, the afternoon passed by rather quickly, with both of you efficiently clearing everything that you needed to by the time Mark returned with takeout for all of you.

Donghyuck reached out to help taking the containers out of the plastic bag, hissing sharply and almost dropping the container on the table. “It’s hot!”

“What were you expecting?” You asked incredulously.

He shrugged. “I thought it would have cooled down on the ride here or something.”

Mark stared at him. “My car’s heated.”

The realisation hit Donghyuck like a truck, and you couldn’t help the laugh that burst out of you at his shocked face. “Right, shit. I forgot about that.”

You were doubled over in laughter, and Renjun had to shake your shoulders roughly to get you to stop. When you could finally stand straight again, you looked Donghyuck in the eyes and snorted.

“You’re pretty dumb for someone who knew all the answers to my homework,” you told him.

“Well, you’re pretty annoying for someone who just got my help for his homework,” he retorted.

You couldn’t argue with that. You made a face, to which Donghyuck made a face back, and you harrumphed and sat down to enjoy your takeout.

You noisily slurped your noodles, some of the sauce splashing on your face. Before you could reach up to wipe it away, Donghyuck reached for your chin, pulled you towards him, and gently wiped your face clean with his thumb.

You froze, caught in his gaze. The two of you stared at each other, Donghyuck raising his eyebrows and smirking, before you finally shook your head free of his grasp and moved back, flustered. You were sure that your face was as red as a tomato, but Donghyuck only laughed.

He laughed like it was nothing, and the careless sound of his laughter mixed with the look on his face made you smile too. You couldn’t help it, his happiness was contagious, and sometimes you found that Donghyuck made your life a lot more bearable.

“I'M BORED.”

Donghyuck was sprawled out on the bed, glasses resting precariously on the tip of his nose (he’d forgotten to wear his night lenses the night before). Next to him, Renjun was sitting on the edge of his bed, studiously texting Chenle. Even Mark, the most disciplined of you all, wasn’t doing work.

The room smelled of dirty clothes and… Chinese takeout? You cast a glance over at the coffee table that you ate at, and realised that there were still empty takeout containers on the table. You quickly went to throw them away, scrunching your nose in disgust at the sheer amount of hoodies piled up on bags, the backs of the chairs, and generally strewn about messily.

“Yah, Donghyuck, come and clean up your mess.”

Donghyuck looked over at your annoyed face and quickly got up, obediently putting his clothes away and throwing the dirty ones into the hamper.

“I’m going to bring these to the laundromat, why don’t you call the others over and we’ll have a pizza party? I don’t think any of us is in the mood to do work now.”

Donghyuck nodded eagerly. “Let’s do it. Y/n, what pizza would you like?”

“Jaemin knows. Just get whatever the majority wants and we’ll share.”

“Sounds good,” Mark chimed in. “And, Y/n, can you bring this too?” He handed you a bag full of dirty clothes and you shifted the hamper over to one side so you could handle both, and Renjun helped you with the door as you shuffled out.

—

When you came back, Jaemin informed you that he had ordered pepperoni for you, since Jeno wanted some meat, and Donghyuck had gotten Hawaiian and four-cheese for the others. They had bought the largest size, so hopefully it would be enough for all of you.

When the pizza came, everyone dove in with renewed energy, the lethargic boys coming back to life as they scarfed down the food. Donghyuck reached out to take a slice of your pizza, withdrawing when he realised that there were olives on it.

“What, you don’t like—what’s the word?” You asked.

“Olives?” Mark supplied.

“Yeah, olives?”

“Nah,” Donghyuck replied. “‘M not a fan.” Yet his face betrayed him, and you could see the longing in his eyes as he watched you eat your pizza, looking down sadly at his own.

“Do you want to trade? You can pass me the olives from the pepperoni, and I’ll take your Hawaiian as long as you keep the pineapples.”

“You don’t like pineapples?” Donghyuck asked, scandalised.

“Of course not, who does?” You looked at Jaemin. “Come on, Jaem, back me up on this. Besides, fruit on pizza is such a strange concept.”

“Tomato’s a fruit,” Jisung pointed out, mouth full.

You frowned. “Don’t talk with your mouth open. But okay, fair point, I concede. Fruit on pizza isn’t weird, just pineapple on pizza.”

“Hey!” You threw Donghyuck a triumphant grin, handing him a slice of pizza with the olives plucked off, heaped on your plate. There was oil dripping from your hands and mouth, so you wiped your chin with the back of your hand and got up to wash your hands.

“Don’t touch my pizza,” you warned.

Renjun mock-gasped. “How scary!” When you glared at him, he quickly corrected himself, “Oh, I meant, ‘wouldn’t dream of it!’”, to which you nodded approvingly in response.

—

You returned to your seat only to find Donghyuck had started a new, heated discussion, and everyone was participating actively, except for Jeno, who looked content with stuffing his mouth and just listening.

“I think it’s fine if they separate the leaves, it’s just weird if they do it while giggling and giving each other flirtatious looks,” Chenle was saying.

“But there’s no other reason to do that than to flirt!” Donghyuck cried out.

“What’s going on?” Renjun, bless his soul, explained the perilla debate to you while Donghyuck and Chenle went at each other’s throats. It turned out that the perilla debate was very simple: if your significant other helped to separate the pesky perilla leaves for your close friend to eat, was that acceptable?

You cocked your head in confusion. That was a topic up for debate? It was simple enough to leave people alone to eat, especially if they were both people you knew and trusted. If you could bring them out to eat together, what was the reason for you to prevent interaction between them? If you were that sensitive, you might as well not have invited them to eat at the same meal.

You voiced out your thoughts, but Donghyuck wasn’t having it. “It’s just dumb. Why was your significant other paying attention to the friend? They should be paying attention to you!”

You gave him a hard look. “Seriously? It’s not like you can forbid interaction between two people you love. You just think it’s weird because you’re an outrageous flirt, and in those circumstances, you would definitely be doing it with an ulterior motive.”

Chenle and Mark nodded in unison. “Face it, Hyuck, your opinion is just wrong.”

Donghyuck pouted and turned his back to you all, furiously opening up the food app on his phone and tapping away.

Jeno leaned over his shoulder to take a peek and began laughing uncontrollably, almost choking on the food in his mouth. “He’s ordering a dish with perilla leaves on it to prove his point!”

The entire room burst out into laughter, and you were so loud you heard a knocking on the door as someone told you to “shut the hell up, it’s already 10pm and some people want peace and silence.”

Subdued, the laughter died out, but wide grins remained on your faces as you watched Donghyuck in amusement, intent on proving his point and unwilling to give up until he had showed you all.

The food arrived faster than you had expected, and Donghyuck ran to the door to receive it, laying out the bowl and showing everyone the perilla leaves.

He handed Jaemin a pair of chopsticks and pointed to the dish. “Okay, Jaemin, you’re going to pretend that you can’t pick up the perilla leaves, and then I’ll swoop in and save the day.”

Jaemin immediately shook his head, vigorously expressing his disagreement. “I’m not getting dragged into this stupid shit. Jisung, take the chopsticks.”

Jisung crossed his hands over his chest, waving away the chopsticks. “Why don’t you pass it to Y/n? He’s the one who started this whole thing, after all.”

You were shoved into the seat opposite Donghyuck, a defeated sigh leaving your lips as you took the chopsticks and tried to pick up the perilla leaves with your chopsticks. You didn’t even have to fake a failed attempt to pick it up; your chopstick skills had never been good, so no matter how you tried, you couldn’t pick it up.

Seeing your genuine struggle, Donghyuck took the chance to expertly pick up the leaves and separated one piece from the rest (show-off). “Ahh,” he said, and you opened your mouth instinctively.

“Is it good?” He asked sweetly, and you nodded dumbly. It was actually pretty good, but you didn’t know why. You had never liked perilla leaves much, but maybe the way Donghyuck was looking at you or the pressurising gaze on your back made it taste a lot better than you used to think it did.

“That’s good, Y/n-ah.” He reached over to brush your hair out of your face, but it just flopped back down in front of your eyes again. He giggled, and that was your breaking point, and you broke out of character, laughing into your palm as Donghyuck shrugged as if to say, See? “I told you, it’s an intimate gesture!”

You shook your head exasperatedly. “If you say so, Lee Donghyuck.”

You went back to eating, peeling off the ham and cheese from your pizza to save for later. It was your favourite part of the pizza, so you didn’t want to waste it.

“Y/n…” Chenle’s warning tone made you look up in fear.

“Yes?”

“What in the world are you doing?”

“I just like ham and cheese,” you replied defensively. “Is there something wrong with that?”

Chenle shook his head exasperatedly. “No, just- that’s the weirdest way of eating pizza I’ve ever seen.”

“Well,” you said, licking your fingers clean, “Jaemin used to separate the gummies into flavours and pass me all the strawberry ones when he was little because he hates strawberries, so you should give me a pass for this one.”

While Jaemin tried to defend himself against your sudden jab at him, Jeno set up his computer on the table and waved everyone who was done eating over onto the bed, using his mini projector (he was a film major) to project his screen on the wall.

“What do y’all want to watch?”

“All of us are dead,” Renjun said without hesitation. You and Jisung looked at each other nervously, not being lovers of horror movies and especially hesitant because of the zombies in the series. However, you were outnumbered 6 to 2, so you settled in under the blanket and drew it up to your eyes, prepared to scream if anything scary happened.

Jisung didn’t join you, probably to hang onto whatever shreds of fragile masculinity he still had. You had thrown away all of yours because it wasn’t like you could control your fear anyway. You preferred to scream in comfort, thank you very much.

The episode started out surprisingly tame, so you lowered the blanket and leaned forward to get a better look.

Donghyuck let out a little “oof” when you rested your chin on his shoulder, but only scooted backwards so you could have a better view.

You were just starting to get absorbed in the story, thinking that maybe it wasn’t so bad after all, when one of the girls was turned into a zombie.

“Fuck!” You screamed, leaping back as the girl’s neck cracked at an unnatural angle, blood dripping from her nostrils and mouth. You cowered under the blanket that you had hurriedly pulled over your head, shuddering in fear with your hands clasped tightly over your ears.

You were still trembling when you finally decided to peek out from under the blanket, meeting Mark’s and Donghyuck’s concerned eyes with a reassuring smile.

“I'm all right, y’all. Just surprised.”

Mark snorted. As if. But he didn’t challenge you, instead asking, “Why the hell do you know fuck in Korean and not ‘delivery service’? One of them is clearly more commonly used than the other.”

“Yeah, and that’s fuck. I think you forgot that we’re all still teenage guys and male youths. Swearing is part of our vocabulary.”

“Fair enough,” Mark conceded.

Donghyuck, on the other hand, came closer to you, back pressed to the wall as he rubbed your back comfortingly. “Do you want to watch something else?”

You shook your head. “No, it’s alright. It’s actually interesting, I just get grossed out.”

Donghyuck nodded in understanding. “I'll sit beside you, and when the scary scenes show up, I'll cover your ears so you can pull the blanket over yourself. Sounds good?”

You nodded.

The episode continued, and you successfully made it three entire episodes before you got another jumpscare, and Donghyuck did as he had promised, wrapping your head tightly in a hug so you couldn't hear a single thing.

He squealed, “cute!” when you were scared and hugged you tightly. He covered your view so well you didn’t even need the blanket to hide the scene from yourself.

Donghyuck ended up hugging you for the rest of the night, and you leaned your head on his shoulder and squeezed his hands extra tightly whenever something happened, shutting your eyes when you heard any crunching sound.

Just like that, you made it through one season of “All of Us are Dead”, falling asleep past midnight with your only friends in university in your room, with someone by your side embracing you as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

—

While you were asleep, the others cleaned up the mess that they had made, throwing out the empty pizza boxes and takeout utensils, wiping the table clean and moving all clothes to one side.

The dreamies from the other room left after bidding Mark, Renjun and Donghyuck goodnight, while the remaining three in your room took turns showering in the toilet.

When Donghyuck, the last of the three, came out of the toilet towelling his hair dry, he realised that you were lying across two beds, blanket kicked off your feet.

He hung his towel up and went over to you, sighing as he placed his hands under you and tried to lift you up.

However, he forgot that you were both taller and bulkier than him, and staggered back when he tried to carry you. He rested his hands on his hips, staring down at you as the gears whirred in his mind, trying to figure out a way to move you.

Mark’s eyes flitted open, and he had a clear view of you and Donghyuck from his bed. He saw Donghyuck struggling but chose not to say a thing, waiting patiently for Donghyuck to make another move.

With a soft groan, Donghyuck hefted you into his arms and staggered around the bed before dropping you back down, in the correct position that time, on the right bed.

Luckily, you were fast asleep, so you didn’t wake up. Mark reached over to Renjun’s bed and nudged him awake, whispering, “Bet you 10,000 won that when they end up together, Donghyuck will kiss Y/n first.”

Confusion flashed over Renjun’s face before he understood. He hadn’t realised that Donghyuck was clearly interested in you, hadn’t even known that he was interested in males until Mark pointed it out. But once it had been brought to his attention, it seemed as if it had been clear all along.

“He’ll never confess aloud, I bet Y/n will have to make the first move,” Renjun countered.

“We’ll see,” Mark said. Renjun agreed, and soon the room fell silent as all four occupants drifted off into dreamland.

THE NEXT DAY WAS A SATURDAY, so everyone woke up late. By the time you opened your eyes, it was 9am, and you were the second one up. The bed beside you was Donghyuck’s, and it was empty.

Donghyuck didn’t seem like a morning person to you, so you were surprised that he had left the dormitory room so early in the morning. You blinked tiredly, hauling yourself out of bed to get breakfast. The sound of you rummaging through the mini-fridge for food must have been quite loud, because Mark woke up and stared blankly at you, eyelids drooping sleepily.

“What’re you doing?” He mumbled.

“Looking for ingredients to make breakfast with. We only have ramyeon, but I’m pretty sick of that.”

“Hyuck works at his mom’s bakery on weekends, there’s probably food there. If you’re hungry, just head over and get food from him. He’ll know what we like, and you can buy whatever you want.” With that, Mark fell back asleep before you could ask him to tell you the address.

Just then, a yellow-coloured post-it on the table caught your eye and you went over to take a look. It said in neat handwriting, “y/n, i’ve left for work. if you want to come over to café 127, you can study there and we can take the bus back to the dorms afterwards. it’s pretty close by,” and the address, signed with “yours, hyuck.”

“Huh,” you said, tucking the note into your pocket after looking up what bus to take to get there. It was only a couple of stops away, awfully convenient, and you weren’t going to give up the chance to study.

You changed into presentable clothes, grabbing a coat and your wallet before heading out of the door.

—

The café was bigger than you had expected. It was really close to the university, and located on the streets, so you couldn't possibly miss it. You loitered outside the café for a bit, debating whether to go in.

A flash of movement caught your eye, and you saw Donghyuck flitting about, taking customers’ orders.

Inhaling deeply, you squashed your nerves and calmed yourself down, going inside.

The café smelt like… Donghyuck, oddly enough. It smelt like vanilla essence and chocolate chips, and the same scent of perfume that Donghyuck probably used. You must have unconsciously associated the scent of Donghyuck with home, because entering the café felt like coming home to warmth after a long, cold day.

You grinned at Donghyuck and waved at him, taking a seat by the window. You placed your bag on the seat and went to buy yourself something, queueing in line behind two other people.

When it was your turn, your gaze flickered downwards, darting over the black, dapper uniform Donghyuck was wearing. The simple apron that bore a golden-brown logo on the right side wouldn’t have looked half as good on anyone else, not that you would admit it.

“Morning, Hyuck. I’d like…” your voice trailed off as you realised you didn’t even know what they sold. You peered into the display case, seeing fudge brownies and cinnamon rolls for sale.

Donghyuck’s mother bustled past, giving Donghyuck a few orders when she caught sight of you, stopping short in her tracks with a delighted gasp.

“You’re such a handsome man,” she told you. “You look like a prince!”

“Mum,” Donghyuck whined. “He’s my friend, you’re embarrassing me.”

Donghyuck’s mother laughed, and her mannerisms were exactly like Donghyuck’s. Her face crinkled up and her eyes disappeared into a line, and even the sound of her laughter was exactly like her son’s. Mama’s boy, you thought to yourself.

“Silly boy, of course you’re handsome too. After all, you are my son.” At that, even you broke into laughter. That must have been where Donghyuck got his confidence from. Donghyuck rolled his eyes and asked you to get on with your order.

“I’d like a cinnamon roll, please,” you decided, and paid for it.

“You just like cinnamon rolls because you're basic,” Donghyuck teased, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“And what about it?”

Donghyuck raised both his eyebrows at your defensive tone, but he didn’t take the bait, instead handing you your change and order. “Have a nice day, prince.”

You shot him a confused look, then realised he was teasing you for what his mother had said about you. “You too, pretty boy.”

It was good that you had turned around so you couldn’t see how furiously Donghyuck blushed when you said that.

—

You wouldn't have realised that it was past noon if Donghyuck hadn’t tapped your shoulder, wrenching you out of your focused state and drawing you back into reality.

In his hands, he was clutching a muffin, which he placed in front of you along with a mug full of steaming Nesquik. “Eat first, don't be so concerned about your work,” he chided, and you rolled your eyes but thanked him anyway.

When you gratefully bit into the muffin, you felt melted cheese oozing out of it, and you pulled it away from your mouth, staring at it in amazement. You took your time, savouring every bite of the muffin. It was still warm from the oven and tasted heavenly.

You spotted a few pieces of ham inside the muffin, and realised that it was a ham-and-cheese muffin! You hadn’t seen that in the display case earlier, so perhaps Donghyuck had baked it himself.

You made a mental note to ask him about it later, returning to your work with a full stomach and heart.

—

As you got up to leave, collecting your mug and the plate to return to Donghyuck for them to wash, you realised that there was a little sticky note on the other side of the mug.

It read, "for my prince. study hard <3", and you couldn’t help the blush creeping across your cheeks. You felt your face heat up as the corners of your lips lifted up into a smile. He’s so stupidly pretty.

—

Donghyuck came home smelling like pancake batter and cinnamon rolls, which was enough to confirm that you were down horrendous for him.

When he slipped into bed, his voice was slightly husky from talking the whole day as he took down orders. “Good night, Y/n.”

Instead of answering, you rolled over to face him, asking, “Do you think I'm handsome?”

Donghyuck hesitated for only a second, but it was enough to make you nervous. Why didn’t he want to respond? Was it because he didn’t like you, or something else? Your mind conjured up endless unreasonable questions, almost going crazy with the silence that was thick with tension.

“I think you're attractive, definitely. Why, are you feeling insecure?” He asked. “I hope you know that when I saw you at the airport, my first thought was ‘Shit, my position as the visual in the group is being compromised.’ I don't think you have anything to worry about.”

You were still dissatisfied, so Donghyuck approached you as if to inspect your face, and pointed at his eyes. “I'm wearing my night lenses now, so I have 20/20 vision, and as a self-proclaimed expert, I declare you a ten out of ten. Happy?”

You laughed softly. “Yes, Hyuck. Thank you.”

Donghyuck permitted himself a small smile, reaching out to ruffle your hair. “Silly prince. Now can you go to sleep?”

You nodded. “Night, pretty boy.”

The answer came almost immediately. “Goodnight, my prince.”

IT ALL WENT DOWNHILL FROM THERE.

Ever since the realisation that maybe, just maybe, you liked Donghyuck (just a little bit), everything had gone downhill. You couldn’t do a single thing without Donghyuck at the back of your mind. If you so much as walked beside him, your mind went crazy with thoughts of him brushing his arm against yours intentionally, how close you could walk next to him without being too obvious about it, how beautiful he was when he laughed or made a joke that no one laughed at.

Your mind just couldn’t shut up. Yes, you understood that you had a silly little crush. Yes, you knew that Donghyuck was gorgeous. Yes, you were one of his best friends and therefore, saw him relatively often. No, that did not mean you needed him to occupy every. Single. One of your thoughts. You were perfectly fine without the presence of Donghyuck in every crevice of your mind, thank you very much.

However, your subconscious disagreed, and continued to torture you with thoughts of Donghyuck kissing you or brushing your hair out of your face. It was too much for you to take, especially when Donghyuck seemed oblivious to the effect he had on you.

At present, his face was slightly flushed, and sweat was beading on his forehead. He was clearly tipsy, swaying on his feet as he leaned on Renjun’s shoulder. He took Renjun’s chin and turned it towards himself, as if to kiss him.

Renjun tore himself away from Donghyuck so quickly that Donghyuck should have gotten whiplash, disgust evident on his face. “Argh, don’t kiss me!”

You felt the green monster slowly loosen its grip on your throat, slinking back in shame as you breathed in heavily. What was wrong with you? There was no reason for you to be jealous. Donghyuck was just like that, he flirted with anything that had a pulse and couldn’t confront his feelings. You knew it, and yet you didn’t want to accept it.

Stinging from his rejection and very much drunk after all the alcohol he had drunk, Donghyuck was even whinier than usual, if that was possible.

He leaned on Mark’s shoulder, and soon it became a game of “Pass the Donghyuck”, and he was shifted from one shoulder to another until he had made one round from Mark’s shoulder all the way to yours.

The weight of his head on your shoulder was refreshing. It felt like you could finally think, and the fog of your crush had lifted just enough for you to realise that the Lee Donghyuck was drunk and clinging onto your shoulder.

His glasses were slipping down his nose, and you wondered why he had even worn it in the first place. You reached up to take it off, but he shook his head vigorously. “Can’t… see without ‘em. Everything’s so… blurry.” He heaved and you stepped back quickly, afraid that he would puke all over you, but he only stumbled into your arms.

You caught him, breathing out a sigh of relief. The club was terrifyingly loud and you wanted to go home.

Empty bottles littered the counter, shot glasses teetering dangerously close to the edge. You pushed the glasses in and one toppled, and you clumsily reached out to catch it before it fell, but missed. Luckily, Mark was still sober and his reflexes were fast enough for him to catch it when it rolled off the table, falling straight into his hand like that had been its trajectory all along.

Your limbs felt as heavy as lead, a feeling not unfamiliar to you. It always felt like that after a long, tiring day of dance lessons. But the feeling was somehow… different. It felt like you had lost control of yourself and it scared you. You didn’t want to lose consciousness.

“Mark,” you called, too soft for him to hear. You were tired and it took almost all of your energy to call him again, louder that time. “Mark!”

Mark turned and his smile dropped when he saw Donghyuck and you, so drunk you might’ve passed out if it weren’t for the adrenaline rushing through your veins. You felt like you were in a limbo, halfway between wide awake and unconscious, too drunk to comprehend anything but also too excited to go to sleep.

“I want to leave this place. And I think- I think Hyuck should go home too.”

Mark looked around anxiously for the others. Jaemin was sitting in a corner of the room, clearly feeling out of place. The club was too loud for both of you. At least Chenle, Jisung, Renjun and Jeno looked like they were having fun dancing, but you remembered Renjun had looked more at home when Donghyuck was leading the conversation.

Everyone wanted to go home. You were a lightweight, and Donghyuck had simply let loose and gone crazy on the vodka, but it was enough. You needed to leave, and you recognised that. It was past 3am on a Sunday night, and you all had to go home before your classes the next morning.

Mark went to collect the rest of the dreamies, and when Chenle tried to make a fuss, Mark whispered something in his ear that pleased him greatly. Without further protest, soon all the dreamies were gathered where you were and you could leave.

You all had trouble getting out of the bar, let alone getting into the car. You, Jisung and Donghyuck were stumbling like drunkards, relying on the support of your friends to get you to walk. Jaemin held on to you tightly, gripping your elbow so hard you thought it might leave marks.

His lips were pressed into a thin line, annoyed that you had drunk so much even though your alcohol tolerance was low. It was like you were children again, and you were playing video games late into the night even though you had school the day after.

Yet, even after all those years of you making stupid decisions, he was still there for you when you came crashing down. Maybe you really were his favourite cousin, after all.

The designated drivers, Jaemin and Mark, brought three passengers into each car. You and Donghyuck were meant to be split up so there were more eyes to look after each of you, but Donghyuck grabbed hold of your wrist and refused to let go.

Jaemin let out a sigh. “Jeno, you go with them.” He was the third least intoxicated and among the strongest in your group, so he had a higher chance of being able to handle the two of you.

Jeno guided you into the seat, where you collapsed, finally making yourself comfortable. You removed your coat and draped it on the head rest, while Donghyuck snuggled into your lap.

“Hey. Are you okay?”

Donghyuck nodded. “Has anyone told you you’re really pretty?”

You laughed. “Yeah, your mum.” Donghyuck cringed, and you quickly clarified. “Donghyuck, your mother literally told me I look like a prince. I’m sorry, but you can’t top that, though I’ll give you extra points because you look cute when you’re drunk.”

Donghyuck let out a little giggle and snuggled into you. You’d forgotten how clingy he got when he was drunk. “Life is so tiring,” he told you matter-of-factly.

“I agree.” Your eyes shut and you leaned your head back, the muscles in your back relaxing.

“Shh,” Donghyuck stopped you, pressing one finger to your cheek. You assumed that he had meant to silence you and placed it against your lips, but he was so drunk that his hand-eye coordination wasn’t the best. “Don’t interrupt.”

You snorted, amused.

“As I was saying, life is really tiring. It’s tiring being this handsome, it’s tiring having a crush on my roommate and not being able to confess it because I’m a coward, it’s tiring having to work instead of staying home, and it’s tiring pretending that I’m perfect.”

“What was the middle one?”

“It’s tiring having to work?”

You raised your eyebrows sceptically. That wasn’t what you had meant, and he knew it. Sure, you were drunk and could have imagined it, but you were pretty sure Donghyuck had just confessed that he liked one of you. And since he only had three roommates, you had a 33.3% chance of being the one he liked.

The odds were good, but not entirely in your favour.

Donghyuck’s forehead was sweaty and his hair was sticking to his face, so you gently brushed it out of his face, and he gripped your wrist so tightly you questioned if he was indeed drunk. If he were sober surely he wouldn’t have had that strength, but he definitely had the guts when he was tipsy.

He pressed a kiss to the back of your hand, and your heart shattered inside.

Honestly, you would have been happy if he was sober. Perhaps then everything would be truthful and genuine and not the manifestation of sober thoughts, but a conscious choice. Because drunk decisions did not mean that Donghyuck would have done the same if he had been sober. You knew that he probably would not have, and that hurt deeper than you would care to admit.

Donghyuck was so oblivious to the effect he had on you. He could be making you go crazy inwardly and not care, but the moment he was drunk, he had the audacity to flirt with you. He had no care for your feelings at all, and you hated it.

If only he would really, truly love you, consciously and deliberately so you would never have to reassure your insecure thoughts. And that was something that you hated Donghyuck for, that he never wanted to commit and instead flirted with everyone like that would make him feel any better.

It wouldn’t, and you knew that all too well.

—

“Spin the bottle! Spin the bottle!”

You, as well as the others, were eagerly chanting as Donghyuck looked sceptically at the bottle. The table surface was rough, and the sound of the bottle spinning grated on his nerves, but he wanted to be a good sport.

He spun the bottle, biting his lip as he rolled his eyes back, and they landed on you. You could have sworn he winked, but you had no time to process it, not when your friends were cheering so loudly.

Shit. It had landed on you.

Donghyuck didn’t hesitate, leaning in towards you and tipping your chin up. He saw the reluctance in your eyes and stopped, resting on his heels.

“Are you okay with this? If you don't want to, we can stop it now,” he said, loud enough for your ears alone.

You gulped. “I'm… I think I'm fine.”

He grinned. “Then kiss me back, okay?”

And his lips were on yours. He tasted like cherry vodka and sprite and cinnamon all at once, and you didn’t know you had it in you to kiss him back.

When he pulled away, you missed it almost immediately.

“This isn’t any fun. Let’s play truth or dare instead,” he said abruptly, averting his eyes. Unlike when he had kissed Renjun, he didn't wipe his lips, and it took all of your self-control not to read into that.

You made yourself comfortable and reached for another glass but Jisung tapped your hand twice. “I think you’ve had quite enough.”

The thing was, you couldn't help it. If you didn’t have enough alcohol in your system, you would have the sobriety to overthink every single little thing Donghyuck did, and you needed a drink (or several) to remain sane.

Jisung gave you a long, hard look and an accompanying sigh when you brushed him off, but he remained silent when you poured yourself another glass and downed it, the clear liquid burning its way down your throat and lighting you up from within.

“Truth,” you heard Donghyuck say.

“Do you love him? Not just infatuation-wise. Do you see yourself in a relationship with him?” Mark.

“Dare.”

“Answer the question.”

“I-” The hesitation was enough for you to be interested in the conversation again. If Donghyuck had given his usual lighthearted response, you would have thought nothing of it. But for him to stop and actually seriously think about it… whoever he liked must have really made an impact on him.

You reached for the bottle again. This time, it was Jeno who stopped you. “It’s quite enough. Your cheeks are red, and you can barely keep your eyes open. I don't want you to get liver failure from one night out, or we’ll never be allowed to bring you out again.”

You pouted your lips at him, and Donghyuck spoke again. “Yes, I think I do.”

It was a pity that you had forgotten the question by then. It was also a pity that your eyes were barely open, for if they were open you would have seen Donghyuck’s fond look and how his eyes crinkled up when he looked at you.

—

When Mark turned around to get you out of the car, he found both you and Donghyuck asleep.

YOU JUST COULDN'T ESCAPE HIM. It wasn’t until you were consciously avoiding Donghyuck that you realised how often you saw him. Your dance classes never collided, but many of your lectures did. Sometimes, you would see him entering the lecture theatre and would studiously look away so he wouldn’t notice you were there. Not that it worked much, but on some days, he was a little more aware and would walk past you to sit with his other friends.

You were in the library that afternoon, headphones in, Mark and Renjun sitting opposite you. Everyone was quietly doing their own work, and whenever you looked up from your work, it was only to ask Mark a question.

Renjun was actually done with his own work, because unlike Mark, who always volunteered to take on extra tasks, he had a perfectly reasonable workload. And unlike Donghyuck, who signed up for social events even when his pre-reading was piling up, he was disciplined and knew how to prioritise. And unlike you, he actually understood everything that the professor was saying.

So, really he was only there to keep you two accountable and to make sure you didn’t get off track. He was reading a book, and you guessed that the unfamiliar characters on the cover were in Mandarin.

It was peaceful, at least until Donghyuck came.

“I brought you a ham-and-cheese muffin,” he said, setting the paper bag down as he slid into the seat beside you. “I got you boba too, but the librarian didn’t like that, so I left it in my bag outside. I had to convince her that I wouldn’t eat the muffin inside, but I’ll let you know that it’s still warm, so you can make your own decision.”

He winked at you, and your heart fluttered. Be still, my heart.

You bit into the muffin, and the flavours exploded in your mouth as you realised how long it had been since your last meal. You hadn’t had proper lunch that day, just brunch at 10, so 6 hours had passed since you last ate. You had forgotten this whilst studying, but your stomach gladly welcomed the presence of more food.

“You haven’t eaten since brunch, have you?” Donghyuck asked, as he saw you stuffing the rest of the muffin into your mouth. You shook your head guiltily, trying to catch the crumbs falling from your mouth.

“Chew slowly, don't choke. I’ve still got boba for you later, remember.”

And your heart warmed despite your vow not to let Donghyuck charm his way into your heart anymore. “Thanks,” you mumbled, voice muffled by the food in your mouth. You swallowed it quickly, but by then he had already turned away from you.

—

“Wait, don't you have a class in five minutes?”

It took you a couple of seconds to process that Mark was talking to you. You looked down at your watch and found that he was indeed correct. “Shit, yeah. Hyuck, isn’t that the class we both take?”

Donghyuck’s neck jerked up so quickly you feared he might break it. “You're right! We’ve gotta run for it. See you later, Mark, Renjun.”

He was out of his chair before you could say anything else, pulling you away as you ran outside. Donghyuck slung his bag over his shoulder, and you ran out into the cold with Donghyuck by your side. It was freezing cold and your lips turned numb almost immediately. The snow was heavier than you had realised, and you sorely missed the comfort of the heated library.

You were huddled closely to Donghyuck, pressed up against him as your legs moved in tandem, generating heat that you were grateful for.

“Wait,” you said, grabbing Donghyuck’s hand to stop him just before you entered the building. “Look!”

Like a child, you stuck out your tongue and waited for a snowflake to fall onto your tongue, shivering slightly when it did and melted almost immediately. You looked at Donghyuck, embarrassment warring with the need for attention, and were met with Donghyuck’s chuckle.

“Cute.”

It was one word, but it felt full of fraught emotions and possibilities.

—

You sighed in relief, collapsing in a tired heap on the chair, your cheeks and the tips of your ears still red from the cold atmosphere outside. Donghyuck noticed, of course. He reached out and cupped your ear in his hands, his palms radiating heat that made your ears feel less like frozen popsicles and more like a part of your body again.

“If I kissed you, your cheeks would definitely warm up too,” he said suddenly. You would have protested, but you weren’t fast enough to prevent him from placing a kiss on your cheek, which immediately warmed up in embarrassment.

“See! It worked.” You didn’t admit it aloud, but you agreed.

Donghyuck’s kiss was a reminder of what you had been thinking when you first arrived in Seoul. You had thought then that Seoul was nowhere as romantic as London, because you couldn't share an umbrella with your love interest in the rain and get soaked together.

But when you looked down at your coat, slightly wet with melted snow, and pressed a hand to your cheek where Donghyuck had kissed it, you realised that maybe Seoul was more romantic than you had given it credit for being. You had been too quick to judge and were lucky that you hadn’t said it aloud, or you would be eating your words.

—

You were starting to get bored and your fingers hurt from typing. At least you understood most of what was happening, but you were still starting to tire of the professor’s voice. The next time you would be doing anything interesting was in a month, and you didn’t understand how you were expected to pay attention until then.

You were really only paying attention so that you didn’t fail when you had to write your thesis next week, but even you needed a break.

Donghyuck must have read your mind because he pushed a reusable covered cup over to your table, pointing at the attached note. Through the clear container you could see the boba at the bottom, brown sugar coating the sides. You poked the straw through the hole in the cap and gratefully drank it, happy for the explosive taste of sugar in your mouth that distracted you from the boredom of the class.

A note fluttered onto your table and you picked it up in curiosity. “are you a prince (왕자; wangja)? because i want ya.”

That was when your heart stopped. Donghyuck didn’t speak English well, and you knew that. You had spent enough time with him to see how he struggled to understand you when you spoke with an English accent instead of a Korean one. Yet, he had written you a pickup line in Konglish.

What does that mean? He had to have asked Mark about it. He must have premeditated it because there was no way he had spontaneously come up with that while waiting in line for your drink.

What does that mean? The mixed signals he was sending you were about to drive you crazy. You were overthinking every detail of it, and you hated it. Why had he put in the effort to write something you were familiar with? A line you would understand and be able to laugh at? Was he hinting at something more, or did he just do that to everyone?

What does that mean? The question was running laps in your mind, as it had been since Donghyuck had kissed you at the bar. You had both been flat-out drunk, so you wouldn’t have been surprised, but he didn’t seem to want to talk about it.

Maybe that was the problem; the lack of communication. It was hindering the relationship from progressing and causing your heart extreme emotional pain. Perhaps it was time for you to do something about it.

DONGHYUCK WAS THE WORST TEASE YOU KNEW. He exited the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, hair still dripping wet as he ran a hand absently through it, wiping his hand on the towel.

Your heart was beating so fast that you were sure you would need someone to call an ambulance if you didn’t stop hyperventilating.

Fortunately (or unfortunately) for you, Donghyuck seemed to notice.

He walked up to you in one fluid motion, wrapping one arm around your waist as his other hand tipped your chin up. His cockiness was getting to you, and you simply couldn’t stand him anymore. You threaded your fingers through his hair, bringing his face closer to you as you kissed him.

The hand around your waist slackened in shock, and his eyes were still wide with surprise at your boldness. But you didn’t care, and when you didn’t pull away, he gladly closed his eyes and deepened the kiss.

Your clothes were wet, and so was the floor, but you couldn’t care less because you were kissing the Lee Donghyuck, prettiest boy in the universe. The one who spent a week trying to get your beverage order right and clung tightly to you when he was drunk, the one who took every opportunity to flirt with you but softened when you were scared or tired.

He called you a prince just to rile you up and pecked your cheek when you were within range, and you loved him more than just a little bit.

“You like me?” Donghyuck asked in disbelief when you pulled away.

You traced your hand over his jaw and pressed your forehead to his. “I hate pineapple on pizza, but I’d eat Hawaiian pizza if you asked me to because you’re Donghyuck, and I’d do anything for you. I would eat your olives if you gave them to me, always. I don’t know how you haven’t noticed yet, but yes, I like you, Lee Donghyuck.”

He was rendered speechless, which were two words you would never have thought would be used to describe Donghyuck. The chatty boy had fallen silent, and you found that you missed the sound of his voice.

“I like you too, L/n Y/n. I would run with you in the snow if it meant five more minutes with you. Even if my fingertips were freezing off, I would watch you catch snowflakes on your tongue and wish you loved me back. I would kiss you while drunk a million times if it meant there was the smallest of chances that you would love me back.”

The sound of the door opening didn’t stop you, but it did stop Renjun. He hovered in the corridor as he looked between you and a towel-clad Donghyuck, debating whether to tell him to stop dripping all over the floor or leave you two alone. After a few seconds, he decided to take refuge in Jaemin’s room, leaving you two to your own devices.

Donghyuck would have stayed and held you in his arms forever if you hadn’t tapped his shoulder and asked him to get changed.

“Why feign decency at this point?” He had quipped, and you had grabbed hold of his shoulders, turning him around to face the bathroom and shoving him towards it. He had stumbled, catching himself just in time to flip you off, and you settled on the floor, laughing as he disappeared into the bathroom.

—

When he reappeared, he was so eager to see you again that he slammed into you, causing you to topple onto the bed, Donghyuck’s hands on either side of your head being the only thing preventing him from falling onto you,

You booped him on the nose and burst out into laughter at his confused face. Your laughter rang true and clear in the room, and if Donghyuck had a photographic memory, he would have replayed it in his head a million times. His eyes were filled with delight and love as he watched you slowly lowering himself next to you while you rolled over to face him.

His hand traced lazy circles down your arms, from your biceps down to your elbows, where he began drawing hearts around the scattered scars that covered your elbows.

“Tell me all about your scars.”

You had gotten that one from falling down as a kid, eager legs slipping out from under you when you forgot that you had rollerblades on, landing on your elbows and knees. Sure, you had worn elbow guards, but they had been too loose for you back then, the hand-me-downs slipping downwards as your elbows scraped against the pavement.

You remembered staring at your arms in wonder, the scraped skin stinging but not hurting enough for you to cry. You had winced at the dirt and blood covering the wound, dusting yourself off as you stood up. You had cried when your mother cleaned the wound with saline, wincing sharply and then jerking your arms away while she held tight, cleansing the wound, until you realised she was only trying to help you.

Perhaps that was what love was like. Sometimes, you didn’t realise it was for your benefit until someone else guided you to it, and you ignored what was staring right at you until it waved its hand.

Donghyuck listened. He didn’t speak, and the silence was oddly inviting. The words spilled out of your mouth like a torrent, not a second of hesitation keeping you from being vulnerable with him.

It was the same for Donghyuck.

You heard of the times he felt overshadowed and overlooked, when his older brother knew how to do everything and his younger sister followed in his footsteps. He constantly compared himself to them and others around him, never feeling like he was enough.

You heard of the times with Mark, his first friend, who used to hate him. Donghyuck had reached out multiple times to Mark, and each time he was met with coldness and annoyance. He had only ever heard Mark give monosyllabic responses and had been surprised when he had first heard Mark say a full sentence.

Yet, Donghyuck could grow on anyone. And soon, they graduated high school together, headed to the same university where they would pursue their interests while their friendship only grew stronger.

You heard about Donghyuck’s experience at parties, waking up in somebody else’s bed, hammered with a pounding headache and utterly lost. He told you how he had sorely regretted all the drinks, hurriedly getting out of bed to get as far away from the memories as possible.

Once, he was almost taken advantage of. He had woken up in a bed with a girl by his side, ill-clad with her gangly limbs all over his body. He should have at least known her name, but he didn’t even recognise her face. When he tried to peel her off of him and get dressed, she forced herself on him, and it had taken all of his drunken strength to get away.

He didn’t need to be drunk to tell you stories, because he could consciously decide to be open with you, even while sober. You didn’t either, but you were glad that you no longer needed alcohol to stop you from falling head over heels for Lee Donghyuck.

After all, he was there to stay.

RENJUN'S HUSHED WHISPERS SOUNDED URGENT even to you, causing you to open your eyes even when you wanted to seal them shut and fall back asleep.

“Good morning,” you cooed, placing kisses on each of Donghyuck’s moles. He blinked his eyes open sleepily and stared at you through half-closed eyelids before shutting them again and snuggling in closer to you.

“It’s too fucking early to be awake, go back to sleep.” Donghyuck said as he slid his cold fingers under your shirt, wrapping them around your torso as he hummed to himself. “You’re so warm…”

You shivered at his touch, jerking back in shock. Donghyuck whined softly and continued nuzzling his head against you, and you relented, moving in closer towards him while he smiled against your neck.

You caught snippets of Renjun’s conversation with Mark, hearing words like “half-naked”, “still dripping”, and “couldn’t even come in to sleep”. It didn’t take a genius to guess that they were talking about you, and the unabashed excitement on Mark’s face confirmed it for you.

You pried Donghyuck’s fingers from your skin, pushing his head away while he murmured in protest, flinging the covers off of you.

“Argh!”

“Sorry, Hyuckie.” You quickly grabbed the blanket and tucked Donghyuck back in, and he frowned at the absence of your heat, turning away from you sulkily and curling up into a ball. You pressed a kiss to his forehead, brushing his hair out of his face, gravitating towards Renjun’s conversation as it got clearer and easier to understand.

“Are you talking about me?” You asked, and Renjun almost leapt from his chair in shock. His mouth was comically open, and his eyes were wide in surprise.

“When did you wake up?”

“Just,” you assured him, taking your seat and resting your head in your hands. “So, what about me?”

“We made a bet,” Mark said, a little too quick to throw Renjun under the bus. “We wanted to guess who would make the first move. I said Donghyuck would because of his personality, but Renjun said he was too much of a coward to really do anything about it.”

“Technically, you’re both right. Hyuck did make the first move, but I kissed him first, so I think I deserve some of that credit too.”

Renjun’s head bobbed up and down so quickly you were afraid his neck might break off. “Y/n’s right. Since he kissed Donghyuck first, you owe me. 10,000 won, remember?”

Mark’s mouth opened and closed as he stared at you, flabbergasted, before he finally gave up on trying to form words and reached into his pocket instead.

As Renjun counted the money, Mark fixed you with a hard stare. “If I’m broke, you’re paying for the next meal.”

“Deal."

—

Donghyuck left the house wrapped up in thoughts of your mouth on his. He couldn’t believe that someone like you would like someone like him. It had, quite literally, never occurred to him that you might like him back.

From the first time he had set eyes on you that winter evening, seeing you next to Jaemin and the resemblance in both of your eyes and hearing your English-accented voice for the first time, he had loved you more than he should have.

He grew to like all of you, the parts of you that drank Nesquik (like a little kid) when you were tired, that craved boba but held back from buying it because it was “unhealthy”, the parts of you that hated pineapple on pizza and thought he was an idiot. He loved when you were scared of the most trivial things, only to do risky shit when you thought no one was looking.

Most importantly, he loved the way you smiled with all your heart, your mouth open wide and your lips stretched wider than he thought was physically possible. Joy was written in the crease of your smile and the folds of your skin, and he loved every part of you.

He loved you so much, in fact, that when he reached into his pocket to send you a text to tell you he missed you, he realised that he had forgotten his phone amidst the residual shock he had woken up in that morning.

When he heard his name, he whirled around at the familiar voice and saw his saviour running toward him with a Tupperware in one hand and his phone in the other, hair sticking up in all different directions, still wearing pyjama pants.

“Y/n,” he breathed out. “You’re fucking amazing, you know that?”

You ran your hand through your hair in response, shoving his phone into his hand.

“I… saw that Mark had cut some fruits for Chenle, and I know that you’re bad at taking care of yourself so… I brought it for you. Don’t worry, I’ll cut more for Chenle later, he’ll just have to deal with not having them in his favourite container.” The words came out all in a rush, between pants and wheezes. Running clearly wasn’t your speciality.

“I wasn’t worried,” Donghyuck said. “And thank you.”

“Someone’s got to love you right, even if that means reminding you that your body requires nutrients to survive,” you muttered, and he raised his eyebrows.

“Is that so?” You nodded sagely, and he laughed, and somewhere in your mind, you managed to conjure up the word pretty.

DONGHYUCK WAS SO COCKY. You had always known it, but seeing him leaning languidly against the opening to the small photo booth, curly hair falling into his eyes, peering through his lashes as he watched your every movement, you were reminded of it.

Each of the eight of you were clutching your graduation hats, Jaemin, Jeno, Renjun and Jisung hovering outside the photo booth while they waited for you to browse through the frames.

Everyone was dressed in their graduation gowns, having rushed to take a picture at the nearby mall the second you had all received your diplomas. Chenle had insisted that four-cut photos were a tradition, and you didn’t want to miss out on the chance to take more photos.

After taking the goofiest photos ever (Jaemin had had lots of fun posing, and you had a bruise on your hip from falling into the “door” frame), the gang decided to let you and Chenle pick a frame and print it out.

“Quickly,” Jaemin’s voice called. “Y/n, what exactly are you doing? It doesn’t take that long to click an option!”

Mark left you and Chenle to choose, going outside the photo booth to pacify Jaemin.

Finally, you and Chenle managed to agree on an option that both of you liked, and the machine began whirring as it spat out the eight copies. You snatched them from Chenle, whistling as you exited the photo booth, waving the photos triumphantly at the rest.

“Done!”

All of a sudden, Donghyuck started cooing, “Aww, you want to kiss me so bad.” Before you knew what he was talking about, he tiptoed to reach your lips and gave you a quick peck.

“What?” The realisation dawned on you a moment later, remembering how you had puckered your lips while whistling. Donghyuck, ever the opportunist, had obviously taken the chance to kiss you again. “Hyuck, you kissed me. I don’t think I’m the desperate one here.”

Donghyuck would have responded if Renjun and Chenle’s hands hadn’t appeared out of nowhere, shoving you into the photo booth. The last thing you saw before they drew the curtains shut was Jaemin with his arms crossed over his chest, smirking at you.

“Guess we’re stuck together, then.” Donghyuck didn’t seem thrown off in the least, quietly clicking through the options before he settled on one. The timer beeped, and you followed Donghyuck’s lead to make a heart.

You posed a total of three times before Donghyuck ran out of ideas, and he stared at you as the countdown grew louder. Three, two, one…

“Kiss me back, Hyuckie,” you murmured as you tilted Donghyuck’s chin up to meet yours. The light flashed, and you reluctantly pulled away to check the results. The pictures turned out adorable, and you slipped it into your wallet and grinned at Donghyuck.

“You stole my line!”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Well, you were wrong about the perilla debate, so I think it evens out.”

“What do you mean? We’re together now, aren’t we? Therefore, it must have been because I separated the perilla leaves for you that one time, which makes my stand the correct one.”

“It doesn’t matter anyway because neither of us were in a relationship at the time,” you reminded him. Renjun and Jeno heard only the tail-end of your conversation as you exited the confined space, and they sighed tiredly.

Seeing their reactions, you couldn’t help but laugh. You loved Lee Donghyuck so fucking much.

- fin -

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niki-phoria · 4 months

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YOU ARE IN LOVE, TRUE LOVE

pairing: renjun x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 232

includes: established relationship, reader can cook

renjun has never felt like this before. his mind races almost as quickly as his heartbeat as he watches you parade around his kitchen without a care in the world. you’re still wearing his t-shirt - a sight that still makes his cheek flush an embarrassingly deep red.

his lips quirk upwards into an unconscious smile as he continues to watch you prepare breakfast for the two of you. sunlight shines in through your opened blinds, casting a golden glow across the entire room. the pleasant aroma filling the dorm is seemingly only made better by the fact that it comes from your food.

renjun is only broken away from his thoughts when you slide a plate across the table towards him. you softly chuckle at his surprise as you slide into the chair across from him. “what’s on your mind?” you murmur.

he smiles, quietly shaking his head. reaching across the table, renjun takes your hand into his own. you intertwine your fingers together almost unconsciously; his thumb rubs small shapes into your skin. “you’re my best friend.”

renjun can feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest when you smile at him. your flushed cheeks mirror his own as you lean in, pressing a chaste kiss against his lips before you settle back into your seat once again. “i love you, jun. you mean everything to me.”

“i love you too.”

notes: i'm sorry fics have been taking so long recently, i've had horrible writers block for the past few weeks :// but i promise i'm doing my best !!

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joonggphilia · 5 months

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^^Nct dream hard thought of them catching you jerk off to their fancam

NCT Dream hard thoughts

Ot7 catching you jerking off ———————————————————————

You were so absolutely horny and in need. Your boyfriend was Mark Lee, from Nct! You barely got to see him. Your only solution was his fancams on youtube, getting to see the sweat drip from his face and his muscles ripple, fuck you wanted him bad. Your hand traveled down to pull your half-erect cock, pumping it with mark on the mind. “Baby, I made it home today- Oh?” A voice spoke from the door. “M-mark! S-sorry, I’m glad you’re home.” You panted. He chuckled at the sight before him. “You’re pretty happy to see me, let me help with that.”

Renjun was making dinner, when he heard odd noises coming from your room, along with the bass of a familiar song. He quietly walked to your door opening it and sticking his head in. Shit. You had his fancam on your monitor, while you sat in bed and touched yourself. “A-ah! Renjun, shut the door!” You squeaked, embarrassment flooding your mind. Renjun was a bit flustered, but he knocked on the door. “Hey M/n, can I help you? Why watch a video when I’m right here.” Renjun hummed.

Jeno stretched, walking back to your guy’s shared room after his workout. ISTJ played from M/n’s computer. “M/n, why are you watching my fanc- oh! Oh.” Jeno’s eyes traveled down to the hand attempting to cover your cock. “W-welcome back? I-it’s not what you think.” You panicked, ears beet red. “It’s absolutely what I think it is. Come here pretty boy, I’ll make you feel good.” Jeno hummed as he sat on the bed and patted his lap.

Haechan knew exactly what was going on, he’d been teasing you all day. He stood outside your door listening to your sweet sounds. He lightly knocked on the door “baby, so you need me to come in?” He hummed, hand already on the doorknob. “P-please, H-hyuck help.” You cried from your room. He was more than willing to help, immediately getting on top of you and showering you in kisses.

Jaemin was asleep on his bed, when he woke up to his own face shining from M/n’s huge monitor. “F-fuck, please Jaem, f-faster” you imagined your boyfriend touching you, he was just sleeping so peacefully you couldn’t wake him. He quietly giggled, as he moved from the bed to your side. “Do you want me baby?” You jumped at his voice, realization hitting you. You profusely nodded as he motioned for you to sit on the desk. “Let’s fix this issue. You could’ve woken me up baby.” Jaemin hummed, as his hands replaced yours.

Chenle laughed as he walked into your room, his fancam gleaming in front of him. “I’m so happy I have a supportive boyfriend…….whose actually jerking off to my fancam!” Chenle exclaimed, as focused on your figure. “Babe! I’m sorry I didn’t want to disturb you, but I need you pretty bad.” You mumbled, still pumping your cock. Chenle only hummed as he walked towards you and gave you a small peck. “Don’t be afraid to ask me for help.”

Jisung panicked. He shut the door behind him as you stared at him in silence, hand around your dick. “M-m/n, I’m sorry.” He managed, face now bright red and his cock making a tent in his pants. “No I am. I should’ve locked the door.” You mumbled, eyes traveling down to your boyfriend’s growing boner. “Come here. I need you” you hummed, taking off the rest of your clothes. “You really drive me crazy, but don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good.” Jisung muttered, as he took off his shirt and climbed into bed.

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#nct dream hard thoughts #hard thoughts #bttm male reader #mark lee x male reader #renjun x male reader #jeno x male reader #haechan x male reader #jaemin x male reader #Chenle x male reader #jisung x male reader #nct dream x male reader #kpop x male reader

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oracle-of-dream · 2 months

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I can’t the Dream teasers!! This was crazy

Jeno’s portions are crazy, and I’ve been with Dream since debut. They’ve grown so much! They kinda had me in the beginning with the feet pics- but we’ve recovered

#oracle of dreams #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #nct x male reader #nct dream x reader #nct dream smut #nct jeno #nct mark #nct renjun #nct chenle

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127luvr · 1 year

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can i request a fic where reader is totally whipped for renjun, like no matter what he does, reader just cant believe how fine he is. ofc the dreamies notice, so they try to set them up, but theyre already a thing 🤭.

(renjun is just so-- this man istg 😩)

Irreplaceable

Huang Renjun x Male Reader

You sit with your elbows on top of the round table—resting your chin on the back of your hand as you stared across towards Renjun. He’s twirling his chopsticks around his bowl, picking at his food while he makes conversation with the members next to him. You loved observing him like this—with no cameras around—seeing the wrinkles that appeared next to his eyes when he laughed so hard he couldn’t breathe. Admiring the hair that fell over his eyes that went unstyled for a few days now.

“You’re so obvious.” Chenle’s voice pulls you from your trance, the smug undertones to his comment making you roll your eyes. “Honestly, do you even try to hide it anymore?” Before he lets you answer, he starts naming instances where you had been caught admiring Renjun by the other members. “Remember the Relay Cam?”

You follow Renjun with your eyes from across his room, sitting with your knees to your chest as you tried making yourself as small as possible—not wanting to get caught by the camera in his hand. You stared as he went around his room, giving a small tour and explanation of everything he kept on top of his dresser—which you found endearing. You loved when he spoke about his candles and teas. They were such Renjun things to collect.

“I was planning to draw alone... but now that I think about it, we have Jisung. And Jeno. And (Y/n)! He’s been hiding the whole time just watching me.” Renjun lets out a small chuckle, turning his head and camera towards you as you quickly bury your head into your knees. “He’s a little shy. But he has to join us to finger paint, right?” Without hesitating, you jump up from the bottom bed bunk, almost hitting your head on your way towards all three members.

Jisung and Jeno share a knowing look before side-eyeing you and Renjun together.

“That was one time—” Chenle moves one of his over-the-ear headphones off, finally turning his full body towards you as to keep the conversation between the two of you.

“How about when Renjun was filming Awsaz? You weren’t even a part of the schedule but you showed up anyways. Just to keep him company.” You could tell Chenle wanted to use this as a gotcha moment, his mischievous face saying everything words couldn’t out loud.

“It’s obviously coriander.” Mark looks at you from the couch, holding the walkie-talkie he’s communicating with in his right hand. You bow your head in shame, a little flushed when you feel both Mark and Haechan’s eyes burning into your head. “Sorry, I’ll try not to interrupt.”

“No, I think it’d be helpful if you did interrupt.” Haechan pauses for a second, rubbing at his chin as he pretends to scheme. “I think you know how to make him flustered, right, (Y/n)?”

That’s how you ended up on the end of the couch—whispering into Mark’s ear—asking him to keep repeating the aegyo just to hear Renjun do it from the other room. The three of you definitely bonded making Renjun’s life a little harder than it should’ve been. But you still couldn’t help catch a glimpse of him with his pink hair and glasses from the monitor of the camera crew in front of you. This catches you off guard—not even the best cameras could do Renjun any justice.

“At least let us set you up on a date with him—you helped so much today.” With a wave of your hand, Mark dropped the subject, feeling a little deflated as his mission had failed.

“Why didn’t you accept the date? We could’ve all planned it as a collective.” Chenle crossed his arms over his chest, deep in thought. “I’m sure Renjun would accept too, seeing as he’s equally as obsessed with you as you are with him.”

You inhale sharply, taking another glance towards Renjun before you meet Chenle’s accusing eyes.

“We’re already…” Chenle leans in, his head right next to yours when you finally confess. “We’ve been dating for a while actually…”

#he is so 😣#i can’t wait to see him live and in person he was my first dream bias 😭#huang renjun #Renjun nct #renjun x male reader #nct #nct dream #nct u #nct x male reader #nct u x male reader #nct dream x male reader #x male reader #thank youuuu for requesting 😆#<3

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mins-fins · 4 months

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bygone days.

&&. okay so what are you? that's such an amazing question.

pairing: huang renjun x m!reader

genre: fluff, just the silliest of sillies being silly 😢

warnings: none!

word count: 0.7k

notes: you will not know how long i stared at this trying to figure out what to write, anyway renjun 😢💔….renjun 😞

the more you look at yourself, the more you realize why people assume you and renjun are a couple.

at first, it was humorous to the two of you how people immediately assumed that you were a couple. they skipped past siblings, friends, or even acquaintances, and immediately thought, couple!

now, people assuming that your dating one of your friends has become one of the most normal prospects of your life, for some reason, people just think you date around a lot, they think you've somehow dated all of your friends, how riveting!

but with renjun, it's different. it's not like any of your other friends, where your disgusted at the idea of dating rumors even existing between you two.

the more you observe how you and renjun act with each other, the more your convinced that you two might actually look more like a couple then you think.

i mean— it's not weird for you two to share clothes, have matching bracelets, matching rings, sleep in the same bed, or just constantly lean on each other.

at this point, it's normal for renjun to just waltz into your place unannounced because he wants to. at this point he pretty much lives there, pretty much knowing every corner of your house.

having renjun curled up on your couch is not an abnormal sight to you. in fact, not seeing renjun at your once at least once a week is abnormal, it's almost as if he's moved in.

but the more you think about it, the more you realize the two of you may as well be a couple. you pretty much live together, the two of you cook for each other, the two of you take care of each other, your both the first person the other calls whenever your in trouble.

"bad day?" you ask as renjun storms into the house, pissed off. he doesn't even have to answer for you to know that he did in fact have a bad day, work just always brings out a side of renjun that's rare to see.

"seriously" renjun lets himself fall onto your lap. he lays your head onto your lap and pouts, he then lets out a frustrated sigh as he rethinks the day he had at work. "can't tell you how many times i wanted to absolutely punch customers today".

"do tell" you respond to that statement, and renjun just lets out another frustrated sigh.

"tell me why this women decides to come at me, because the store has no more teddies in stock! how is that my problem? it's not my fault you have to break the disappointment to your child! she was yelling at me like i'd just threatened her life or something!"

this isn't the first time renjun came to you with a story of something horrible happening at work, the complaints you hear from him are just gold, because it's funny hearing the usually calm and patient renjun be so frustrated and angry.

"i seriously hate your job".

"i hate my job too" he whines, pouting once again.

okay, was that too affectionate?

maybe you do kinda see why people think you and renjun are dating, but to you two that's just normal! renjun wouldn't say it's weird, and you wouldn't say it's weird either.

"you are most definitely in love with him" jaemin tells you once in the middle of a game of uno. "i know you two are together, i will catch you two".

"okay weirdo" you remember telling him, and he gasped in offense at the insult.

whenever you remember that scene, you just have to let out a laugh, because jaemin can be just so ridiculous sometimes.

your now sitting on your phone, trying to pass the time. renjun is laying down right beside you, fast asleep on your bed. you look over at him, and then chuckle once again.

oh he's so pretty, and that might seem creepy, but you can't help but find him cute, with his flushed cheeks and peaceful snores, watching him sleep is just.. interesting.

holy shit did you really just think that? you blink a few times before truly realizing—

your in love with your best friend.

#huang renjun #nct #nct dream #renjun nct #nct imagines #nct drabbles #nct scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct dream drabbles #nct dream scenarios #huang renjun imagine #huang renjun x reader #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #huang renjun x male reader #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

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jiyeonnnn · 2 years

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PAIN & PLEASURE, hrj, ldh ♡︎

♡︎ pairing | lee donghyuck x male reader x huang renjun

♡︎ genre | smut

♡︎ warnings | boyfriend!haechan, bestfriend!renjun, 3sum, oral sex, double penetration, slight npple play, multiple orgasm, dirty talk, degradation, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, cum play

♡︎ summary | donghyuck decided to let renjun share you with him for a night full of pain and pleasure.

♡︎ author's note | this is messy, as always lol. also not proofread, i just really need to dump write rn to fight & prevent writer's block. i hope y'all like it. reblogs are highly appreciated

A typical night was just about to get done for your boyfriend, Haechan, and his best friend, Renjun. A cold evening it was and you were engulfed by Haechan's arms in a cuddle, warming you up as you mindlessly waste your time together. Renjun went into the Haechan's room not long after, his hands holding up snacks to be eaten later, to see you and your boyfriend being oh-so-lovey dovey with each other.A sigh of annoyance was heard from Renjun as he rolled his eyes upon seeing the "cheesy" sight in front of him.

"You know, you can just ask if you could join us if you're jealous, injunnie," Haechan teased Renjun, pulling the shorter boy closer to the both of you despite the subtle protest of the Chinese. "There. Come cuddle with us, grumpy head. I'm pretty sure [y/n] is just alright with that. Yeah?" Your boyfriend continued, asking you for your consent to which you gave a small nod and a bright smile as a response. Although hesitant, Renjun walked towards your back before hugging you from behind — making you sandwiched in between your boyfriend and his best friend.

The warmth felt nice, but there's one thing you couldn't avoid — the feeling of getting tensed up upon being touched intimately, whether it was intentional or not. Haechan kissed the crown of your head upon feeling you get tense, "What's wrong, baby? Why are you so tense, hm?" He asked, his hands wandering around your body as he watched you try to relax yourself.

"Are you somehow loving this, boy?" Renjun seductively whispered to your ear, which caused you to shiver due to how sudden it was. You looked up to Haechan to see how he's doing only for you to see him smirking lewdly.You furrow your eyebrows as you take a look at your boyfriend's reaction, shocked — he's supposed to be getting jealous right now, seeing how possessive he could get when it comes to the other members of NCT or anyone in particular — is he perhaps planning something? A few questions of confusion came up to your mind that you didn't notice the — naughty — looks that Donghyuck and Renjun gave each other.

"Tell me, boy. What do you want right now?" Renjun cryptically asked, not giving any context to what he's trying to point out, but still somehow sent what he's meaning to say to you. "W-what?" You questioned, confused.

You heard Haechan click his tongue, his hands softly grabbing your hair, pulling it back a little, to let him see more of your face. "You know what he's meaning, baby boy. Do you want my best friend to touch you like I do, hm?" Your boyfriend asked, but this time, a clearer message was told. You didn't answer, a hard gulp was your only action — were they planning this all along?

Renjun sent Donghyuck a look again before sending his hands to go under your hoodie and roam around your bare skin, "Answer me, [y/n]. You know how much I hate it when you don't use your words, right?" Haechan ordered a stern command.

"Mhm~ I want you both to touch me~" you hummed, your voice quivering a little as you felt Renjun's hand roam down to your erected cock. Haechan chuckled at you before proceeding to send his hands inside your clothes and fondling your nipples, that earned them a breathless moan from you. Soonly, Renjun latched his lips on your neck, finding your sweet spot in an instant, that made you gasp a whimper again.

The hands of Renjun travelled to the waistband of your sweatpants before plunging in to take a hold of your cock to jerk it off. You were about to release a noise once again when Donghyuck kissed you roughly to muffle you from being heard by the other members outside the room.

Maybe the Chinese boy was loving this a little too much — a bulge forming a tent through his shorts, cock leaking so hard — that he started leaving obvious marks on your neck. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, was busying himself on stimulating your erected buds before trailing his hands down to pull your shorts down to your thighs — still kissing you deeply — to help Renjun play with your cock more. Renjun then teases your balls down to your taint before circling his fingertips on your rim that makes you clench around nothing, moans being sent into Haechan's mouth as he makes out with you.

"Holy fuck, hyuck! He's clearly enjoying being touched like this~" you heard Renjun exclaim as Haechan breaks the kiss to see both of Renjun hands are playing with your cock and hole, the fingers of his other hand — the one pumping your cock — getting smeared by a copious amount of precum. "Such a needy manwhore for us~ You're already leaking just by getting touched like this? You want us to wreck you, huh?" Donghyuck asked, in which you replied with a nod and a small whimper. "Use your fucking words, slut," he reprimanded.

"YES! I WANT THE TWO OF YOU TO FUCK ME!" you exclaimed. They sniggered before lifting you up to adjust their positions. Haechan kissed your forehead as he cups your face, "That's my boy. You know your colors so tell us if you're uncomfortable, yeah?" You nodded.

Haechan then adjusted himself lower, his head in between your thighs, while Renjun angled himself in a position where he could easily facefuck you. In no time, the three of you were undressed, the sexual tension within the room growing heavier and heavier as time goes by.

"Going to prep his cute hole for you~" Haechan told Renjun before diving into your ass. You were about to moan when Renjun, all of a sudden, shoved his cock inside your mouth — not too rough, yet not too soft — that caused a suppression of your noises. Haechan began pushing 2 fingers inside you while doing a scissoring motion to stretch you out properly, whileas Renjun plunges all of his cock down your throat, causing you to gag hardly on his length.

Being knowledgeable about how to make you feel good, Haechan began simultaneously eating you out as he fingers you, his digits never failing to hit your prostate that had sent you moaning around Renjun's cock more. The vibrations from your moans caused Renjun to go crazier, and grow addicted to the pleasurable feeling inside your mouth.

You squirmed at all the sensations you've been feeling right now, trying to move your hips continuously, out of instincts, to let Haechan go deeper inside you. Renjun, meanwhile, was throwing his head back in pleasure, while Haechan delights himself to the taste of you. It didn't take too much time for you and Renjun to ride on your own orgasms; you cummed on Haechan's face, as Renjun spilled his load down your throat.

Renjun pulls out as Haechan adjusts himself again at the same time before placing you on his thighs, him facing your back, with your legs wide open. Upon seeing your position, Renjun situated himself in front of you, practically sandwiching you in between him and his best friend again.

"He's ready for us, yeah?" Renjun asked for assurance, to which Haechan replied with a nod."You're going to take our cocks like the good boy you are, yeah?" Haechan inserted his fingers in your mouth, making you hum around those digits in a response of agreement. The moment you give them your reply, you hang your mouth wide open. Breathless moans coming out of you as you felt yourself getting stretched out to the heavens. This feels better than how you'd imagine this to be, though it's quite painful, the feeling was still addicting and it's driving you nuts to have both of your boyfriend and best friend's cocks inside you.

Due to the prepping earlier, it didn't take much effort for them to bottom themselves out on you, their tip effortlessly hitting your prostate, causing you to whimper in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. "T-thanks for sharing this tight hole with me— FUCK! SO FUCKING TIGHT!" Renjun managed to babble in between his grunts, continuing, "he's truly made to be a slut for our dicks, wasn't he?"

"Hell yeah~! Such a good fucking slut~" Haechan remarked. You didn't expect them to be so dirty like this, usually Haechan was focusing more on praising and being a service dom just for you, but this time felt different — the way they called you degrading names made you feel all the butterflies stir inside your stomach — and you're liking this. The two of them thrusted into you at the same time, their cocks battling for space inside your tight hole as they fuck you relentlessly. Renjun starts to kiss your neck and shoulders, along with Haechan to at least help you ease out the pain, where they were successful in doing so. You were crossing your eyes in pure frenzy at this point, your mind going dumb as you drown yourself in an overwhelming wave of euphoria.

"S-so good 'n full— ah— m-more please!" Your words are incoherent, breathless moans taking over your babbles as you arch your back in a perfect arc. You took a hold of Haechan's hands as they fuck you rough, tears streaming down your face due to the atrocious yet enraptured overjoy that you were receiving right now.

They smirked at your figure, they couldn't believe how easy it was for them to make you into a crying mess in a matter of minutes, and they weren't complaining. The feeling of your walls engulfing their shafts in a tight space was already euphoric enough to make them moan deeply against your skin, and it made them go over the edge through the way you clench and tighten your hole around them.

"He's going dumb, 'Hyuck, look at him~" Renjun commented, completely loving the way you cry over their cocks. "Fuck~ he looks so hot, doesn't he? Crying like this for our dicks? It makes me want to fuck and fill him up more," dirtily, Haechan talked.Their words sent you into an endless overdrive. The dirty talk they had just made churned your stomach into a lot of unexplainable sensations, your climax being included, and in an instant, you released a guttural moan of bliss as you cummed profusely.

"That's it, sweet boy~ Cum for us~" Haechan said before nibbling your earlobe. They were getting incredibly close to their own highs too, their thrusts becoming inconsistent as they began to feel their orgasms in the base of their lengths."Fuck— I'm gonna cum— I'm going to fill you up until you're fucking bloated and you're gonna love it whether you want it or not—" slurry phrases spew out of Renjun as time by time, he was getting addicted to the feeling of his cock against Haechan's inside your hole.

"YES YES YES! FILL ME UP WITH YOUR CUM PLEASE! WANNA FEEL ALL YOU CUM INSIDE ME!" you yelled desperately — no care coming out of you right now to whoever can hear your nasty screams..With everything unfolding in a dirty way, they rode their own climaxes in a short amount of time. They spurted out all of their loads inside you that made you squeal due to how full you were.

They didn't stop from overstimulating you even after they cummed. They swiftly pulled out of you before going and placing their heads on your hole to lick all of the cum dripping off of you. The feeling was too much, and it made you cum once again. Tongues alternating on licking your sensitive cock and hole, hands roaming around your body, you began to tremble from overstimulation, but the feeling for you was heavenly.

After cleaning you up using their mouths, they took turns on kissing you — making sure that they pass all of the cum that they were able to collect from your leaking hole to your mouth. The three of you alternated sloppy kisses, swapping all the cum and spit before having you to swallow it.

As you pulled away, you fell weak on the matress, panting heavily while trying to catch your breath.

"Holy fuck— that was hot—" Haechan commented, "we should film it next time!" Continued the boy excitedly, that earned him some chuckles from you and Renjun.

"Yeah, yeah. But can you two baby me and clean me up now? My ass is still hurting," you remarked before feeling a kiss being planted on your forehead.

"Sure, babe."

Yeah, you'll let this to happen again, but maybe with Jeno or Jaemin next time.

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