summary : no matter what, chenle and you were inseparable. right?
warnings : none? all i can think of is just some angst
wc : 1.4k
a/n : something from the drafts since i feel like i need to post something 🤷 if im not wrong its inspired by i love you, im sorry by gracie abrams but ngl i kinda forgot since its been toooooo long
You had always been there for Chenle. From the very beginning, you both have been inseparable, best friends who knew each other inside out. You guys spent countless hours together, texting late into the night, hanging out on weekends. Sharing the kind of bond that you guys would only describe as soulmates, platonic ones at least. Despite knowing everything about each other, you had a secret that you’ve kept from Chenle for years. You had a crush on him, maybe even loved him. Though you’ve never said the words out loud, there was no need to. It was enough just to be close to him, even if you knew deep down that he’d never see you the way you saw him.
And you were okay with that, that’s how it has always been. Or at least, what you told yourself being too scared to lose the friendship you guys had.
Your friendship has always been a constant in your life. Even when Chenle found new girls to date, you remained by his side, loyal and unwavering. Hiding the ever so growing feelings you had for him. Every time a relationship ended, he’d come back to you. Call you up, and right fall back into your easy rhythm. You knew it wasn’t healthy but you didn't want to risk anything. You knew you were always second in his life, but when he’s laughing with you or telling you how much he missed your time together, it was enough to keep you hanging on.
Until something changed.
It started out like it always does, Chenle had started dating a new girl from your university. Hana, a sweet girl loved by anyone and everyone. Nothing odd at first. Then Chenle started telling you how perfect she was, how he had found his soulmate.
Weird.
The only person he has ever called his soulmate was you and he was always sure to add the fact that it was platonic.
Then Chenle’s texts became less frequent, hang-outs becoming rare. Instead of the usual nights spent watching movies or laughing over nothing, he was suddenly always with Hana, always wrapped up in a new world that didn’t seem to have room for you.
This was starting to turn out a bit unusual compared to the other girls Chenle has dated. You tried to brush it off. Countless of times you’ve watched as Chenle falls head over heels for someone new, only to have it fall apart in the end. And each time, he’d come back, apologize for being distant, and everything would go back to normal. You told yourself that it would happen again. It always did.
It can’t be any different this time, right?
Suddenly weeks turned into months, and Chenle stopped texting as often. You found yourself always being the one to start the conversations, and it was met with short, vague responses or excuses about being too busy. The few times you did see each other, he always seemed distracted, his phone constantly buzzing with messages from Hana. Even suggesting hanging out was met with dead ends, it was always, “I’ll see if Hana’s okay with it,” or “Maybe next time. I’m with her today.”
Your heart ached, but you swallowed the pain, as you always did. You told yourself that you were just being silly, that he wasn’t abandoning you. He was just wrapped up in a new relationship, and eventually, he’d come back to you. He always did.
As much as you tried to ignore the signs of your sinking friendship, something just had to hit you with reality.
You had just finished a long day of classes and was about to head home when you saw Hana standing by the front gates, her eyes showing that she was looking for something, someone specific. You tried to walk past, but the moment she saw you she stepped in your path, her expression unreadable.
“Can we talk?” Hana asked, her voice having a slight uncertainty to it, like she had something bothering her.
“Uh, sure,” you said cautiously, unsure of what was coming.
Hana tucked a stray hair behind her ear, visibly nervous. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you and Chenle are very close...”
You blinked, confused about where the conversation was going. “He is my best friend.”
“Yeah, but, I want to make sure that there is nothing going on between the both of you,” Hana said, taking a step closer. “He might not notice it but I can tell that you like him, and not only in a friendly way.”
Her words lingered a bit before you tried to reply. “We're just friends, I promise. I’ll back off if you want me to”
“I think I’d like that,” Hana said with more confidence in her voice compared to the start of the conversation. “He’s with me now, and it feels weird for my boyfriend to be so close with another girl.”
Your heart dropped, her words suddenly feeling like a wake up call. You saw this coming for a while now. As much as you tried to deny it, Hana wasn’t just an addition to Chenle’s life, she was a replacement for you.
“I’ll try to back off then” you muttered, everything sinking all at once.
“Thank you,” Hana said, the sincerity in her voice feeling like it’s mocking you. “I hope you know how much I appreciate it and I hope that you can also find someone for yourself one day”
Hana walked away, the conversation you guys had sinking deep. You stood there, frozen, trying to keep your emotions in check. You didn’t want to cry, didn’t want to show to anyone how the thing you feared the most was becoming reality. You are standing there, feeling more alone than ever, being forced to accept your fate.
After that day, you kept your word, keeping your distance from Chenle. You didn’t text Chenle as much, didn’t ask to hang out. You told herself it was for the best, that he didn’t need you in his life anymore, not when he had Hana. But every day that passed without hearing from him was like a knife twisting in your chest.
Chenle didn’t seem to notice the distance either. Or if he did, he didn’t care enough to reach out. You watched from afar as he and Hana seemed to grow closer, their relationship thriving while your friendship with Chenle slowly withered away.
Nights of you lying on your bed, staring at your phone, hoping, even praying, that he’d text you, just like he used to. But the messages never came. Chenle was gone, lost in his new relationship, and you had no place in his life anymore.
For months, you clung to the hope that maybe, just maybe, he’d come back. False hope of him eventually realising how much you had always been there for him, how much you loved him and him loving you back.
Deep down, you knew the truth. Chenle found his real soulmate this time and he wasn’t coming back.
The days turned into weeks, the weeks into months, and you watched as your best friend, the boy you had secretly loved for so long, slipped further and further away from you. Letting you know how your fate didn’t end with him.
Worst part was that you never told him how you felt. Never confessed the way your heart ached every time you saw him with someone else, all for the sake of keeping your friendship. Now shattering as you accept how easily you have been replaced.
You remained silent, watching him from afar and letting him live his life, even though it tore you apart. Because you knew that no matter how much you loved him, it would never be enough to make him stay.
And so, you let him go, knowing that he would never be yours, that he would never love you the way you loved him. And that was the hardest truth of all, the realization that some people come into your life, and no matter how much you want them to stay, they were never meant to.
“I love you,” the sentence lingering in your head. Alone in yout room, the words hanging in the empty air as you chose to keep it yourself.
Chenle would never hear them. Even if he did, all he’d have to say was I’m sorry and you knew that that's all it would take for you to come running back to him.
summary : he was a punk, she did ballet. what more can i say?
warnings : none...? just y/n looking down on herself a lot </3
wc : 3.2k
a/n : reader uses she/her pronouns!! skater!jisung & older brother!chenle ^^ kind of enemies to lovers...?
Neo Academy was a world of polished marble floors and perfectly pressed uniforms, where every student moved with precision, like chess pieces in a grand game. The academy prided itself on excellence, and the students knew they were part of that polished image. The neatly ironed white shirts, forest green blazers, and plaid skirts or trousers were more than just uniforms; they were symbols of control, a constant reminder of the high standards expected of them. Everything had to be immaculate, pristine. Perfection wasn't just encouraged, it was demanded.
This was your life. You had mastered the art of composure, keeping your head down and excelling in everything you touched. Academic success came naturally to you, but ballet was your refuge. The dance studio was the only place where you could truly express yourself without the weight of expectations, where you could shine as an individual, not as someone's sister. On stage, you were known for your grace, gliding as though you were weightless, every movement precise and deliberate. Yet outside of those studio walls, you were often overshadowed by your brother; Chenle, the basketball captain and student council president, beloved by everyone.
Chenle was the golden boy, effortlessly charming with a smile that could light up a room and a natural confidence that drew people to him. You, on the other hand, preferred the quiet precision of ballet, a world far removed from the chaotic cheers of the basketball court. You were reserved, focused, content with being in the background while Chenle basked in the spotlight.
Then there was Jisung. He was the anomaly, the skater boy who seemed to break all of Neo Academy’s rigid rules just by existing. He never looked like he belonged in this polished world of straight lines and structured schedules. His uniform was always wrinkled, his tie forever loose, and his hair tousled as though he had just rolled out of bed. His skateboard was a permanent fixture, hanging off his backpack or tucked under his arm, and more often than not, he'd skate through the marble hallways with little regard for the disapproving glares of teachers. If Neo Academy was a meticulously ticking clock, Jisung was the hand that moved out of sync, wild and unpredictable.
Despite how much you tried to ignore him, Jisung was impossible to avoid. He was always around, especially since he was close friends with your brother. Wherever Chenle went, Jisung followed: at the lunch table, at basketball practice, and loitering in the hallways between classes. He had a habit of slouching with his hands in his pockets, flashing that lazy, confident grin that always seemed to irritate you. He didn’t follow the rules, and worse, he didn’t seem to care. You couldn’t understand him. How could someone so messy and carefree survive in a place like this?
Your friends didn’t share your disdain for Jisung. To them, he was refreshingly different from the other boys at school, someone who wasn’t afraid to stand out. But to you, Jisung was a nuisance, someone who disrupted the perfect world you had carefully constructed. As much as you wanted to pretend he didn’t exist, he was an enigma you couldn’t quite shake. He was everything you weren’t: spontaneous, carefree, and utterly unconcerned with rules.
The day was winding down, and the sun was beginning to set. You had finished your classes earlier but decided to stay back, hoping to find some quiet time in the dance studio to practice without distractions. It was a space usually occupied by various dance clubs during the day, but in the evening, it was often deserted — perfect for the solitude you craved. You walked through the empty halls, your pleated skirt swishing lightly with each step, ballet shoes in hand. The school’s bustling energy had faded, leaving behind a tranquil silence.
The dance studio was your sanctuary, where you could shed the role of Chenle’s sister and the burden of perfection. As you entered the room, the familiar scent of polished wood and resin greeted you. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting a golden glow on the mirrors that lined the walls. You set down your bag, exchanging your uniform for the leotard hidden beneath, and tied your hair into a tight bun. Your reflection in the mirror was calm, determined, ready to lose yourself in the rhythm of the music.
The first soft notes of a piano filled the room as you began your warm-up. The movements came easily, your body remembering every pirouette, every plié as though you were born to dance. In the studio, you were in control. Here, nothing could distract you from the elegance of the routine you had perfected.
Or so you thought.
The sound of wheels rolling over tile echoed through the hallway outside, breaking the quiet peace of the studio. You frowned, your brow furrowing in irritation. It didn’t take much to guess who it was. The door creaked open, and without needing to turn, you already knew who stood in the doorway.
Jisung.
He leaned casually against the doorframe, his skateboard under one arm, his blazer slung over his shoulder. His shirt was untucked on one side, his tie hanging loosely in that signature careless way of his. “What, no applause?” he smirked, sauntering into the room with an air of nonchalance, as if he owned the place.
You sighed, your exasperation barely contained. “Can’t you find somewhere else to skate?” you asked, your voice sharp with annoyance.
Jisung grinned, kicking his skateboard forward so it rolled across the wooden floor before coming to a stop near the ballet barre. “Why would I? This place has the best view,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
You shot him a glare, folding your arms over your chest. “This is where I practice. Alone.”
“Alone’s boring,” Jisung shrugged, moving to sit on the floor, leaning back against the wall as if he had every right to be there. “I’ll be quiet, I promise.”
You knew better than to believe him, but arguing was pointless. You turned back to the mirror, determined to ignore his presence, even though you could feel his gaze lingering on you. As you began your routine again, the elegant movements came less easily. His presence was like a shadow you couldn’t shake.
You tried to focus, but it was impossible to block him out completely. Each leap, each spin felt heavier under the weight of his eyes, and soon enough, your rhythm faltered. A misstep during a pirouette sent you stumbling, your frustration boiling over as you heard Jisung’s barely stifled laugh.
“You’re distracting me,” you snapped, shooting him a withering look.
“Maybe you just need to lighten up,” Jisung replied, his tone teasing but not unkind.
You clenched your jaw, turning back to the mirror with renewed determination. But no matter how hard you tried, the tension wouldn’t leave your body. Every movement felt stiff, and the control you usually held so effortlessly was slipping away. Finally, you stopped, admitting defeat. It was pointless to continue with him there, his presence an unshakable distraction.
Since that night, he’s been a fixture at your late practices, an unexpected yet oddly consistent presence. You’ve gotten used to him lingering in the dim studio as you rehearse. But tonight, everything seemed to be testing your patience — even Jisung.
After multiple failed attempts at the same turn, you finally let out a frustrated sigh and dropped to the floor, stretching your legs out in front of you. You leaned back on your hands, staring at the ceiling as your chest heaved from the effort of hours of practice.
Jisung was still leaning against the barre, watching you with an expression that somehow only deepened your irritation. He pushed off, sauntering over with a lazy grin before plopping down beside you. “That rough, huh?”
You shot him a look, though there was little actual venom behind it. “Why do you keep coming here?”
He shrugged, tilting his head as his gaze shifted toward the mirrored ceiling. “I dunno. It’s kinda fun watching you try so hard.”
Your eyebrows shot up. “Try so hard?”
“Yeah,” he replied, a half-smile tugging at his lips. “You’re always so serious, like you’re chasing some kind of impossible perfection.”
You scoffed, though his words hit closer to home than you’d admit. “Maybe that’s because I have to be.”
Jisung was silent for a moment, his gaze drifting back to the ceiling. “You know, you don’t always have to be perfect. It’s okay to mess up sometimes.”
You shook your head, your voice quieter. “Not if your older brother is the Zhong Chenle.” You let out a hollow chuckle.
He turned to you, his usual playfulness replaced with something more serious. “Why not?”
For a moment, you hesitated, the unspoken truth heavy on your lips. But somehow, with Jisung beside you, the boy who seemed to defy every rule you’d built your life around, it felt easier to say. “Because if I’m not perfect… then what am I?”
Jisung didn’t respond right away, his gaze thoughtful. Then he leaned back on his hands, his voice soft but unwavering. “That’s not true.”
You glanced at him, surprised by the unexpected gentleness in his tone.
“You’re more than just a dancer or Chenle’s sister,” he continued, a sincerity in his eyes that made your heart race. “You’re a whole person, y/n. It’s okay to be a little messy, to make mistakes. It doesn’t change who you are.”
His words slipped through the walls you’d spent years fortifying, the weight of your carefully curated life suddenly feeling suffocating. For the first time, you wondered what it would feel like to let go, just a little.
With a wry smile, you raised an eyebrow. “What would you know about being perfect? You strut around like you own the place, and half the time, you can’t even wear your uniform properly.”
Jisung chuckled, the sound light and unguarded. "Exactly! Life’s too short to worry about following every rule. Sometimes you just gotta do what feels right.”
You studied him, intrigued by the ease with which he moved through life, so unburdened by expectations. It was like he existed outside of the pressure that seemed to govern every aspect of your own life. There was something strangely appealing, almost liberating, about his attitude.
“Maybe you should come skate with me sometime,” he said, tilting his head in a way that felt like an invitation to his world.
“Skate?” You echoed, the incredulity evident in your voice. "Chenle’s the athletic one. I’ve never even tried skating.”
He grinned, his excitement infectious. “Then it’s about time! I’ll lend you my helmet and sweats, if that’s what it takes.”
You rolled your eyes, but a reluctant smile tugged at your lips. “How generous of you.”
“Seriously,” he insisted, leaning closer as if to emphasize his point. “Just one time. You might actually enjoy yourself. Skating’s all about balance, just like ballet. And I’d love to see Ms. Perfect let loose.”
Your heart skipped, caught between amusement and curiosity. The thought of stepping out of your rigid world, even for just a moment, sent a thrill through you. “I don’t know…”
“Come on, y/n!” he urged, his voice earnest. “Give it a chance. Who knows, you might surprise yourself.”
You took a deep breath, the possibility of freedom, even fleeting, enticing. With a slight nod, you found yourself agreeing. “Fine. But not today. Maybe next time. And don’t let me fall.”
Jisung’s face lit up with a grin, his energy radiating encouragement. “Deal! And don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
Days melted into weeks, and your late-night dance practices transformed into a shared ritual. Every evening, Jisung would wander in, his footsteps echoing in the empty studio. His laughter would fill the space as he leaned casually against the barre, teasing you about your relentless quest for perfection. But his presence grounded you in a way you hadn’t expected. His playful comments, his occasional encouraging words, They chipped away at the tension that had been your constant companion.
Tonight, you were so absorbed in practice that you didn’t notice Jisung until his exaggerated yawn broke your focus. “y/n, if you keep this up, you’re going to turn into some ballet statue,” he teased, the corners of his mouth quirking up.
You shot him a mock glare, though you couldn’t entirely suppress a smile. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want, to be a perfect statue.”
He raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. “Statues don’t get to live. Come on, let’s go skate. I promise, just this once, you won’t regret it.”
You hesitated, glancing around the familiar studio. This space, with its mirrors and soft lighting, felt safe. Leaving it felt like stepping into the unknown. But the idea of an adventure beyond the careful precision of ballet was intriguing. After a moment of internal debate, you nodded, dusting off your leotard. “Alright... let’s do it.”
Jisung’s face lit up with excitement, and he handed you his sweatshirt and sweatpants. The oversized hoodie hung loose around you, and Jisung couldn’t resist teasing you, a slight blush creeping up your cheeks. Seeing you in his clothes seemed to stir something in him, a quiet connection that neither of you dared to name.
The two of you stepped into the warm evening air, the school grounds washed in hues of orange and pink as the sun dipped low. Jisung led you to a nearby park, where skate ramps rose and fell in smooth arcs, casting long shadows in the evening light.
“Alright,” he said, digging a helmet out of his bag and tossing it to you. “First rule of skating: safety first.”
You caught it, eyeing it with a mixture of amusement and skepticism. “You’re serious?”
“Absolutely,” he said, flashing a mock-serious look. “Wouldn’t want anything happening to that pretty head of yours.”
Rolling your eyes but smiling, you fastened the helmet. “Fine. Now what?”
“Now, you stand on it,” he instructed, placing his own board beside yours and demonstrating with an easy balance. “Just relax. It’s not as scary as it looks.”
You took a deep breath and cautiously stepped onto the board. It wobbled beneath you, nothing like the stable, polished studio floor. “Whoa!”
In an instant, Jisung was by your side, his hand steadying your waist. His laughter rang out, his eyes full of warmth. “See? Not so bad.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, but his gentle encouragement washed away your nerves. “Easy for you to say.”
With a grin, he nudged you forward. “Just try gliding a bit. I’m right here.”
Your heart raced as you pushed off, the board gliding forward. The rush of wind caught in your hair, and for the first time in what felt like ages, you felt exhilarated. Jisung kept pace beside you, his cheers filling the air.
“That’s it! You’ve got this!” he shouted, his excitement infectious.
You found a rhythm, shifting your weight, and began to grasp the delicate balance it required. This thrill was nothing like the graceful control of ballet, it was freedom, raw and untamed.
“Now try turning!” Jisung called, demonstrating a smooth arc with ease. “Just lean, like this.”
Emboldened, you attempted to mimic him, shifting your weight to one side. But the board wobbled violently, throwing you off balance. In an instant, Jisung’s arms caught you, steadying you just before you hit the ground.
For a moment, you both froze, and then laughter erupted from both of you, filling the quiet park. You were clinging to him, and he was holding you up, his face just inches from yours.
“Thanks for the save, skater boy,” you said, breathless.
Jisung grinned, ruffling your hair. “Told you I wouldn’t let you fall.”
As the night deepened, the two of you took turns gliding along the path, Jisung’s hand guiding you each time you wobbled. Your laughter echoed under the stars, mingling with the soft sounds of the evening, and for the first time, you felt like you’d let go of the weight you carried.
Eventually, you both collapsed onto the grass under an old oak tree, the night air cool against your skin. Breathless, you glanced over at Jisung, his chest rising and falling as he lay sprawled out beside you, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.
“Okay, fine,” you admitted, a grin creeping across your face. “That was... actually fun.”
He turned to you, triumphant. “See? I told you. You should let loose more often.”
You laughed, feeling something warm inside, a feeling that had nothing to do with skating. “Maybe you’re right. It’s just... sometimes it’s hard.”
His expression softened, and he propped himself up, looking at you with a sincerity that took you by surprise. “It’s okay not to have everything figured out. You don’t always have to be the perfect dancer or Chenle’s perfect little sister. You’re allowed to just... be.”
His words struck a chord deep within you. For weeks, you’d built something with him that you hadn’t fully acknowledged until now. Beneath the tree, it felt like the walls around you were beginning to fall, bit by bit.
“Thank you, Jisung,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. You didn’t expect him to understand the weight of those words, but they felt truer than anything you’d said in a long time.
You turned to face him, cheeks heating when you caught him looking at you with a grin. A comfortable silence fell between you, the world around you quiet, still. Slowly, he began to lean in, and you closed your eyes, your heart pounding in your chest.
When his lips met yours, it wasn’t fireworks or butterflies. It was something softer, more comforting, a feeling you wished would last forever. His touch was gentle, grounding, and you felt safe in a way you hadn’t before.
Pulling back, Jisung chuckled softly, his playful grin returning. “After that, I definitely expect a front-row seat at your next ballet recital.”
You froze, momentarily overwhelmed. You’d never invited anyone to your recitals; your parents were always away, and Chenle had his own responsibilities. The idea of someone wanting to be there for you, just for you, was both thrilling and terrifying.
“I’ll... think about it,” you replied with a shaky laugh. But a part of you knew that Jisung had become that someone, someone who saw beyond the perfect façade.
And yet, a quiet fear lingered. He was Chenle’s best friend, the carefree guy who never followed rules, while you were the perfect poster child. Your worlds were never meant to collide. Whatever was happening in these stolen nights wasn’t supposed to be anything more than friendship.
As you looked up at the star-strewn sky, a quiet ache settled in your chest. You didn’t know what would come next, and that uncertainty scared you. It was rare for you not to have a plan, and yet, with Jisung beside you, maybe you didn’t need one. A new world was unfolding, one where you could be the dancer but also explore a life beyond the stage. And as you glanced at Jisung, you wondered whether this was the beginning of something new — or the last taste of freedom you’d allow yourself to have.
a/n : gn reader as alwaysss <3 i have no more drafts after this so requests are opennnnn!! other than the whole ass sns au in there but i don't think it's leaving anytime soon HAHAHAH
mark:
sent you a selca of him on the plane so you sent one back
took him a while to notice that you were wearing his name around your neck
was down on his knees because that is his name on your neck!
tried to act cool ofc because he doesn't want to act like a fool in front of you
"yoooo is that a new necklace?"
couldn't stop thinking about it the whole plane ride
went directly to wherever you were because he couldn't wait anymore
can't stop smiling every time he remembers that you have his name basically on you
probably boasts about it to other members because he can't get over it
would ask if you're down to get couple rings next
also would make a promise that it'll be replaced with wedding rings in the future
both of you are equally down bad for each other tbh
renjun:
asked if you could come by practice with snacks and drinks
you agreed and just grabbed a random hoodie from your closet
it was the hoodie he designed for nctzens
first thing he noticed when you stepped in the room
couldn't focus because he was too busy looking at you
chenle and haechan teasing him for being whipped for you
every time you use the hoodie he will be taking hundreds of photos
i mean you are wearing one of his designs so you can't blame him
already has a few more designs ready because he loves seeing you wear what he creates
became your daily hoodie too since you know how much he loves seeing you in it
jeno:
came over to your place one day without giving you a heads up
smiled when he noticed you wearing his jersey
directly askes you how you got it without even saying hi or hello
your cheeks started heating up because you realised what you were wearing
kisses your forehead because of how cute you are
"don't be shy, it's just me"
you stopped wearing it since you felt embarrassed after getting caught
he asks about the jersey one day and said that he likes seeing you wear it
it makes his stomach turn in a good way
you wore it again the next day and he was sooooo happy
couldn't stop smiling because of how good the jersey looks on you
"you look so perfect in my jersey, never stop wearing it"
you folded right then and there
haechan:
wanted to surprise you for your birthday so he came sometime before midnight
you were so confused on why someone would visit you so late
saw you in his sanrio pyjamas and forgot the main reason why he came over
"cute pjs, where'd you get them?"
of course he'd tease you
wouldn't stop telling you how cute you look right now
became the clingiest person known to man
forgot about the cake he bought and accidentally squished it while hugging you
you look so adorable in his eyes so you can't really blame him
luckily the cake was still in its box
he apologises while trying to act cute and you roll your eyes jokingly at him
the night ended with both of you eating a smashed cake on the couch.
jaemin:
the biggest smile ever was plastered on his face when he saw you in the narcissism hoodie
didn't say anything for a while because he just wanted to admire you
you. in his hoodie.
that was enough to make him go crazy
doesn't shut up about how adorable you are
would just stare at you because you're just so perfect in this moment
takes a lot of pictures of you to make the moment last longer
not much to say other than the fact that he LOVES seeing you wear the hoodie
"forget what that hoodie says, you're my number 0"
it was your turn to smile like an idiot
chenle:
was just looking around your room while you were gone
spotted dehet on your desk and made a mental reminder to bring it up later
by later he meant the moment you got back from the bathroom
didn't even give you the chance to fully enter your room again
asks you about the yellow plush sitting on your desk
you shrug and tell him its cute and it looks like him so you had to buy it
only caught the part that you said it looked like him he has selective hearing i swear
"you're sooooo in love with me"
he keeps on randomly teasing you about the doll mid conversation
you forgot that chenle can't be normal about anything
he's lucky that you love him
jisung:
both of you were heading out
you asked him to help you get your bag from your room whilst putting on your shoes
while waiting for you he took the chance to look at each of your keychains
turned pink when he saw the walnut keychain
he had to take a picture because of how precious it was to him
you asked him why he randomly took a picture of your bag and he just smiled and shrugged
didn't think much about it until he kept smiling to himself the whole day
you questioned him about it and he replied that he thinks your keychains are cute
was confused for a second till you remember the walnut keychain
you got shy about it because you didn't think that he'd notice it
tells you how happy it makes him feel when his lover supports him
summary : you and jisung like keeping your relationship lowkey
warnings : slight mentions of parties/alcohol 2x, other than that its fluff(?)
wc : 0.5k
a/n : gn!readerrrrr :D wrote this at like 3 am so pls lmk if there are any mistakes </3 was listening to niki's lowkey and got inspired to write this!! has a few easter eggs from the song but the story doesn't really match up with the song tho 🤕 (plsplspls lmk what you think since its my first time writing like this)
You and Jisung were shoved into your room. It was Haechan’s party and he had the genius idea of playing 7 minutes in heaven. Unsurprisingly, he somehow turned it into another one of him and his friends’ poor attempts in getting either you or Jisung to confess to each other. Ever since you joined their highschool your brother and his friends have been trying to get the both of you together. You two were shy at first but eventually got comfortable with each other since it didn't look like it was going to stop anytime soon.
“Do they really not know?” Jisung asked as he sat on your king-sized bed, patting the spot next to him to tell you to sit there.
You opted to lay your head on his lap instead, feeling his fingers softly massaging your scalp. “I mean, we are trying to hide it from them. It’s better like this anyways, peace and quiet without them teasing us” you say while admiring how cute your boyfriend looks from this angle.
An aggressive knock is then heard, making Jisung jump a little. “Five more minutes!” you hear Chenle shout through the door, reminding you of your limited time together.
The boy above you notices you yawning and asks if you’d rather take a quick nap instead, letting you know that he’ll wake you up when time is up. You shake your head before letting out another yawn. Jisung lets out a slight chuckle before placing your head on one of your pillows. Too sleepy to open your eyes, you hear shuffling sounds and feel your bed dip a little next to you. The arm on your waist and hand in your hair confirming that it was your boyfriend and not another person who came in and suddenly slept on your bed.
“Stop Ji, what if they barge in on us?” you warned him, not really wanting this moment to end.
A smile forms on Jisungs face, you look so cute in his eyes right now. “That’s a problem for us to face later on. Let’s just take a short nap for now.” He says while stroking your hair softly as if you were the most fragile thing on earth.
Chenle giving a three minute warning was muffled in the background as he was too focused staring at you, not believing that you were finally his after years of desperately crushing on you. You suddenly turned around, almost giving the boy a heart attack. Luckily you were deep asleep so he didn't have to deal with you teasing him for staring.
Jisung lifted his arm from your waist, grabbing his phone that was in his pocket to check the time. It read exactly two thirty am, one minute before the seven minutes were up. Suddenly, he gave you a quick peck on your lips. The impulse coming from the alcohol in his system gave him the confidence boost. While admiring your features after, he thought that maybe it was time to be more than lowkey with you.
Perfectly at the seven minute mark he fell asleep, not caring about the vibrations from his phone and the banging on the door from his friends telling you guys that time’s up. You both can deal with it later when the sun is up.
them as your older brother, finding out you have a crush on one of their members
— nct dream ᡣ𐭩
cw : some of them question ur taste in men but thats overall it, just some playful banter :D
a/n : really nervous for my exam tmr so i wrote this to calm me down ^^ gender neutral as always but it's a little shorter than my other one, hope you guys enjoyyyt <3
mark:
your crush on renjun wasn't that obvious at first
well that was until your youtube search history betrayed you
mark was borrowing your laptop one day and was so confused when the most recent searches was just renjun
"renjun fancam" "renjun cute moments" "renjun being mad at dreamies"
didn't put two and two together just yet but it was at the back of his mind for sure
would call you to visit the dreamies more often to see if his assumption was right okay scooby doo
you'd bring snacks and drinks most of the time, somehow always getting renjun's favourite stuff
texted you the moment he was sure that you do have a crush on his bandmate
you admitted it and since then he's been the #1 y/njun shipper
gives you updates about renjun
if it isn't obvious enough, he does approve of junnie (maybe a little too much)
renjun:
came to him one day for help since you were thinking of confessing to haechan
looked directly into your eyes and tells you you can do better than haechan
"haechan? of all people??"
proceeded to tell you that he already knows about your little crush
would tell you things that haechan likes or dislikes, even though he looks like he disapproves
secretly happy that its someone he knows really well and not some random douche
you'd notice jun's little ways of helping you get with your crush
you give him a small smile and he'd mouth to thank him later
would still nag to you because he really can't see what you see in his bandmate
"whatever makes you happy"
don't worry, he approved of haechan after seeing the way he treats you
jeno:
tried to act surprise when you said you found mark interesting
you hit him jokingly because of how bad his acting was
teases you about your crush
when you visit the dreamies he does that thing with his eyebrows and makes it really obvious that you like his bandmate
but for real though, he'd be really supportive and actually try to help you out
would still give you the 'don't get your hopes up' talk since he doesn't want you to be heartbroken
happy that you came to him for help with your little crush (you? not so happy because he's so obvious)
"mark did you see y/n's new hair?" "mark doesn't y/n smell good today?" "mark you're not gonna give y/n a hug too?"
you want to smack jeno every time he does it thank god mark lee is oblivious as hell
haechan:
thought that you were joking when you said like jaemin
realised that you were serious and suddenly theres plan a all the way till z to get you and jaemin together
one of then was to lock you both in a closet (in hopes that it ends with you guys kissing ONLY)
like jeno, tells you to not get your hopes up too high since the last thing he wants is to see his sibling cry over a MAN.
still questions why you like jaemin though, he thinks that that guy is weird
tried to tell you things to give you the ick about jaemin but it doesn't work
at one point he got too tired waiting for you to confess so he told jaemin himself
don't worry, he told you when he was going to spill the beans (yeah like 5 seconds before he said it)
jaemin:
jisung?? of all people??? that boy can't even take care of himself, how would he take care of you?
gives you a whole ted talk on why you should go for a real man like mark or jeno instead
ends up seeing what you see in jisung though
tall? deep voice? big hands? can dance? that ticks off everything in your list!
the talk ends with him being supportive and brainstorming ideas on how to make you guys a real couple
would straight up tell jisung that you like him
probably gave jisung a whole protective brother talk that scared the poor guy
tells you that it's the only way because things need to be clearly said to jisung or else he'd be too shy to initiate anything
asks for cat food in return if everything works out because he has children to feed!
chenle:
be fr, zhong chenle knows everything
so when you told him that you like jeno he did not bat an eye
tbh he was just waiting for you to admit it before going through with his plan
the plan? you accidentally tripping in front of jeno, landing on top of him, and kissing him
you just stand there thinking if your brother was actually stupid enough to think that it'll work
doesn't play when it comes to y/nno
but if jeno does end up liking you back suddenly chenle's favourite place is the gym
also doesn't play when it comes to protecting his sibling
warns jeno that if he breaks your heart then he will break other things!
jisung:
was appalled when he found out that you like chenle
chenle? zhong chenle?? his best friend of 8 years zhong chenle ???
give him a second to take it all in
finally connected the dots on why you keep asking for updates about chenle
would help you out in a subtle way
ways like making chenle sit beside you or asking chenle to call you instead of doing it himself
backfires soon after since he told chenle that you watch basketball
forgot to add in wives, you watch basketball wives not basketball itself
can't keep a secret for too long, especially one about chenle so give it 2 weeks tops before your crush finds out
fair to say it ended with both of them spamming you (one to apologise and the other? other reasons)
a/n : my tumblr debut yay! tried to make it as gender neutral as possible so i hope you enjoyyy
mark:
came home late from practice and found you sleeping on the couch with a winnie-the-pooh plushie tucked under your arms
first time seeing you sleep with the plushie despite knowing that you can't sleep without it
takes note of it for future occurrences
going on a flight? road trip? staying at your friends place? he will for sure remind you about the plush
when you forget the plushie at his place he will have it sitting on his bed against a pillow (sometimes 'reading' one of his books)
every time he sees winnie-the-pooh now he will take a quick pic of it to send to you
"yooooo why this lowkey looks like you"
doesn't forget to remind you that you're cuter tho
poor markie was so panicked when he couldn't find the plush after you texted him that you left it at his place
had a whole apology written down knowing how precious it was since its your childhood plushie
promised to buy you the exact same one and is basically crying now because he knows that it won't be able to replace the one you had
luckily he found it under his bed so we're all good!
renjun:
you were taking a nap on his bed when he saw you hugging a duck plushie
takes a quick pic for memories sake (and to tease you about it in the near future)
since then his little notes for you include a small duck doodle on it
"left early for practice 𓅭" "leftovers are in the fridge 𓅿" "goodluck for the interview today 𓅹"
when he's overseas for schedules he'll find something with ducks on it to give to you as a little souvenir
kisses both you and the duck when he sees you asleep after a long day (it calms him down)
would ask who's cuter, him or duckie?
you jokingly say duckie which causes him to nag to your plushie about stealing his partner
ducks are now his new favourite thing to draw (lyric sheets are his no. 1 victim)
when you couldn't find the plush he offers himself as something for you to cuddle with
resulted in him getting smacked and proceeding to help you find the duck
gets sulky after, saying that hes better at cuddling than the "piece of fluff"
you coo at his jealousy over a stuffed toy and cuddle the both of them
jeno:
he arrived at your place a little later than usual and sees you tucked in with a black bunny
he coos at how adorable the sight is and takes a picture to set as one of his many lockscreens of you
noticed that its the bunny he bought for you before he went on tour for tds2
"if you miss me just cuddle the bunny okay? he has black hair like me so it wouldnt be that much of a difference"
obviously cuddling a grown man and a 31cm plushie is different but what can you do when he's halfway across the globe?
also the type to kiss you and your bunny goodnight
caught him doing it one day and now try to stay awake long enough to catch him doing it again
you fail to do so since his schedules always end soooo late f u sm!!
would give your bunny a wash once every few months since the bunny is a representation of him and he takes personal hygiene very seriously! (his words, not yours)
the bunny would have a new ribbon tied to its ears, depending on what colour his hair is this time (always praying for the pink or white ribbon to come back one day)
gets jealous that you cuddle the bunny more than him
you'd get back at him saying that he's the one that bought the bunny
haechan:
could not shut up when he realised that the plushie you couldn't sleep without was a brown bear
teases you to no end because everyone knows the he is the og brown bear
he finds it too cute that you need a mini him to sleep
"awwwh, you're so in love with me that your plushie is basically me"
you tell him that its just a basic bear, theres no deeper meaning to it
you did buy it because it looks like him but he can't know that! the teases will be insufferable
doesn't care if it had another name before hand because it is now haechan jr.
if he sees the plush on the floor he'll pick it up and tuck it under your arms
the type to tell the little guy to take care of you in your sleep
you'd buy a mini version for him to bring around for schedules and tours
gives you updates about mini haechan jr. every second
practice room? recording studio? m/v shoot? fansign? filming 7llin? you will be getting updates!! not missing a single one
would post haechan jr. and mini haechan jr. on his instagram as a soft launch
it's a little too soft but its okay since you both want to keep it on the downlow anyways
jaemin:
found you sleeping one night with a pink bunny hidden under the blanket next to you
was cooing at how cute the sight was
also one to take pics because that's his partner!! why wouldn't he?
had to hold himself back from pinching your cheeks and opted to pat your head instead
will ask about it the next time he sees you and wont stop telling you how cute you are
you left it at his place once and suddenly theres a ribbon on your bunny's ears (i wonder who added it)
caught him having a full on conversation with your bunny a few times damn your bf is weird
basically treats the bunny like his child at this point
will remind you to bring your bunny when going on overnight trips with him
will not stop taking pictures of the bunny (he has a whole file for it on his phone btw)
"aigoooo look how adorable she is"
"awww both my babies look so cute I have to take a pic"
also one to send you pics of things with bunnies on it when on tour, buys it for you too sometimes
his cats loves bitting everything, including your bunny
makes sure that its as far away from luna, lucy, and luke after he caught them trying to bite on it
you're now 100x cuter in his eyes and he wont shut up about it
chenle:
slightly smiled to himself when saw you bring a dumbo plushie the first time you slept over at his face
he bought it so of course you'll be sleeping with it
why dumbo? because he has big ears and you're nosy as hell (his words btw)
you got sulky when you heard the reason and he corrected himself and said that it was because he was a yapper and you're the listener instead
starts calling you dumbo and the plushie dumbo jr. instead
would also ask to pick between him and the plushie
got so offended when you picked dumbo
"i am THE zhong chenle, who wouldn't choose me?"
would replace the plushie with himself after you sleep since he's petty like that, he wouldn't let a stuffed toy win over him
but would also put dumbo in between your arms if he wakes up first in the morning (it's to keep you company while he's cooking breakfast)
sends you pics of daegal and dumbo together like a proud dad
he's still chenle though so dont expect your plushie to get the same dad treatment as jaemin
the type to get you more dumbo related items since dumbo is the only plushie you sleep with
jisung:
his heart melted at the sight of you sleeping on the couch with a hamster plushie squished against your cheeks
if that man wasn't a simp for you already then he is now
needs a few seconds to just admire how cute you were for faling asleep while trying to wait for him to end his schedules
he's not one to bring it up directly, but that doesn't mean he won't tease you about it from time to time
probably annoys the members (read: chenle) about how adorable his partner is when cuddled up with a plush version of him
he's so down bad but you can't blame him for being in love
took him a few nights to realise that its the plushie he bought for you when you visited him during smtown live in tokyo
got so shy and couldn't contain his smile when he realised it
would ask you if you've given the hamster a name yet and when you said you haven't he suggested 'hamster'
you don't have the heart to tell him how corny it is so you agree to it
you both are down bad!!!!
if he sees the hamster on the floor he'll dust off any possible dust before tucking it under your arms again
takes a picture to make it last longer
you leave the plush at his place on accident once
send you a message saying that he can't believe you just forgot your son like that
takes a pic of him cuddling the hamster to show that he is being taken care of no ones focusing on the doll when his hands are right there
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