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warnings: gets sad, angsty, mentions of slight bullying
word count: 4.9k
based on a true story....
dedicated to the boy i should've told "I love you" to when I had the chance. my first love.
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August 2008.
The warm summer air was no longer as prominent as it was a few weeks back. The chill in the air hit your tanned cheeks as you chattered away with the girl sitting next to you. It wasn't a big surprise to anyone seeing you beaming with happiness on the first day of school in contrast to the gloomy faces around you, bummed about the end of their summer holidays.
"Honestly, I am a little upset none of my friends are in the same class as me but hey! At least we have each other right." You smiled at the girl in front of you who smiled right back at you.
The teacher striding in cut your conversation short. A young boy trailed behind her looking confused and out of place.
"Good morning, children!" The teacher beamed up at everyone. "We have a new addition to our class this year. Introduce yourself!"
The boy looked around at us before gulping and muttering, "Hi, I'm Mark Lee. I used to study at Clover Elementary School and I'm 9 years old."
The teacher patted him on the back and guided him to his seat, two benches away from yours.
"Why did you switch schools?" One of your classmates asked echoing everyone's thoughts.
"My old school started an hour earlier than here." He said sheepishly making everyone laugh out loud.
You stared at the boy, a little shorter than you.
He was interesting.
December 2008.
As Christmas was right around the corner, the school and all its inhabitants were shivering with excitement-more with the prospect of holidays than with the festival itself but no one would admit it- and that meant classroom activities.
This year the students were tasked with making paper wreaths to decorate their lockers with. You and your mum spent the day before searching the web for all kinds of creative wreaths you could make and ended up deciding on an origami one.
The class was all busy decorating their own wreaths, giggling, and chattering away with their friends nearby.
"Hey, could you lend me a pair of scissors I forgot mine at home?" Mark asked the boy sitting next to him.
"Sorry, I don't have one." The boy said clearly hiding the scissor in his pocket. "Maybe Y/N can help you?"
Mark turns towards you looking expectantly.
"Sure", you shrug handing over your scissor.
He uses it before giving it back muttering a small thanks
A few minutes later he asks for your glue and a few minutes later asks for your scissors again.
"Did you even come prepared?" You ask him joking.
"I'll be honest. I completely forgot this was today." He whispered making you giggle.
"Oh wow! Your cheeks get really chubby when you smile." He tells you as you turn beet red.
The boy sitting between the two of you snickers. "Yeah, you should lose weight, Y/N."
Mark frowns lightly. "It's cute though," he mumbles under his breath to himself.
But you heard him and you couldn't help but smile at him.
He's nice.
September 2009.
Mark was sitting right behind you this year and you were relieved you had someone in your class this year that you know. You did not want to go through finding a new friend to hang out with again this year.
The two of you would get along well. Top of the class always competing over who would get a higher grade.
"You are a VIP," Mark tells you one day with a mischievous smile.
"What does VIP mean?" You ask genuinely confused.
"Very Idiotic Person." He snickered at you as your face contorts into an offended look.
You raise your hand calling for the teacher. "He is calling me a VIP," you whine when the teacher comes over to your seat.
"Isn't that a good thing?" She asks you looking over at Mark who had his "good boy" smile on.
"He says it means a Very Idiotic Person," you exclaim making the teacher let out a quiet laugh before half-heartedly scolding Mark who was still smiling ear to ear.
"Why are you so mean to me?" You ask him frowning.
"It's fun teasing you. You get cute." He explains leaving you with a small pout on your face as he lets out an endeared laugh.
You couldn't help but laugh along with him.
He was funny, sometimes.
January 2010.
Everyone was half asleep on the first day after Christmas break. Who in the right mind thought it was completely reasonable to wake up children early in the morning and put them all together expecting them to be productive?
"I have decided on the class president and the vice president for this semester," the teacher announced making all the students perk up. "Congratulations Y/N for becoming the class president and Mark for becoming the vice president. Come here and collect your badges."
You let out the brightest smile and walk over to the teacher to collect your badge smirking at Mark as you pass him.
A silent boast of achievement. You were the President and he was the vice president. You had power over him. He rolled his eyes at you. It was a healthy competition. It always had been.
The teacher soon left the class and you were in charge of maintaining discipline in class. As you stood up from your seat a paper plane went swooshing right in front of your eyes. You looked around trying to figure out who did it. And you were met with Mark looking at you with guilty eyes.
"You can't do that. Flying paper Planes is against the class rules. You are the Vice President!" You scold him frowning.
"Please. You are upset because you don't know how to make a paper plane." He smirks at you.
"So what?" You glower at him.
"Sit down. I'll teach you." He says before moving over to your seat crouching down and teaching you how to fold the paper.
You turn over to him to remind him they had a class to monitor but all you saw was his focused side profile and in that moment all words left your mouth flying away along with the paper planes your classmates threw around.
He was really handsome.
February 2011.
A year older. In the same class again. You had joked with Mark about how he was following you around like a duckling. He had laughed before jokingly calling himself your personal stalker leaving you giggling.
It was also the year he got a little more popular. You were friends but you knew he was good-looking. A little too good-looking if you were being honest with yourself. He got himself, new friends, and so did you.
It wasn't a big deal. You were never in the same friend circle. You had always had your own friend groups but his new friends did hurt you a bit.
They were the same ones who would pass comments whenever you were around.
"God, I really don't want to sit next to her." Your seatmate complains to her friend as you sit right beside her.
"Can't you go and tell the teacher you want to sit somewhere else?" Her best friend tells you a little annoyance in her tone.
"I don't know if I can do that." You respond back with a tight smile making the two girls sigh rolling their eyes at you before going back to their conversation.
You looked over to Mark who had just entered the class and was now making conversation with the girl and her best friend. He saw you looks at you and gives you a light nod. You smile back at him.
He was a little aloof.
March 2011.
You were hanging out by the lockers with your girlfriends during the break. They were all gushing about the boy band named One Direction or whatever.
You were just about to joke about them being boy crazy and how you didn't get the hype around the group but before you could utter a word, Mark walked in with his friends smiling at you and your friends.
"Hey, Mark. You said you liked One Direction, right?" One of your friends asked him.
"Oh, yeah. I love 'What makes you beautiful" He said.
"Oh my god, really? Me, too." You squeal not knowing what possessed you to lie out of nowhere. You hadn't even heard their music before!
"They are so good, right!" He exclaims with the biggest smile on his face making your heart beat so fast all you could do was nod your head. You knew you stutter like an idiot if you said a word.
That night you spent the night under the covers with your earphones in your ears listening to every song One Direction had released on repeat, occasionally popping out of the covers to see if your mom walked in.
He had good taste.
May 2011.
As the academic year was coming to an end, the teacher's kept piling on homework, assignments, and projects.
You were tasked with making a science project on the ill effects of pollution. You were in the group with the smartest girl in class, Mark, and a few other classmates. The leader being the smart girl was assigned with planning out the project.
And that was when you realized academically gifted did not equal having common sense. The teachers loved her draft and encouraged you all to work on it but you found it a bit impractical.
As days passed on, Mark, too, realized how incredibly difficult it was to bring her draft to life. All the while, the rest of your teammates conveniently gave up on the project whilst your dear leader refused to meet up outside of school.
Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you went up to Mark ignoring his friends who were hooting at the two of you as you ask him to come over to your place so you could do the project yourself.
You met up with him the next day an hour after school ended. Your mum, a craft enthusiast, helping you throughout.
"Mark, how much did you score in Math?" She asked him.
"Oh, 19/20" he answered proudly.
"And how much did you score?" Your mum asks you.
"16," you mumble a little upset.
Your mum just hums and goes back to instructing the two of you.
An hour. later you realize you might need some more stationary. Mark and you go to a nearby store to buy more paper and some paints.
"16 is not a bad score, you know?" he says quietly picking up two bottles of paint trying to make out the difference.
"Says you. You scored a 19." You mutter.
"So what?" He looks into your eyes dropping both bottles of paint in a basket. "It's just a practice test. It won't count in the future."
"What do you wanna be when you grow up?" You ask him as the two of you walk towards the billing counter.
"I wanna be a scientist. Do something to help people." He says as the two of you pay for the supplies before leaving the store.
"What about you?" He looks at you and you could swear you saw sparkles in his eyes.
"I want to be a doctor." You state with confidence. "The one that treats mentally sick."
"A Psychiatrist?" He asks making you nod. "They don't make much money though."
"So what?" You mimic the words he had said earlier making him smile.
That night as your mum put you to bed, she smiled at you before leaving the room and asked, "Is there anyone from school that you like?"
You laughed at her trying to rid your brain of all the thoughts of Mark that popped up.
He was the one you liked.
June 2011.
The academic year was ending in a week and that meant class trips. It was the one event of the year all students waited for.
Ever since you had the realization that you might like Mark, your brain had been a big big mess. It was only your luck that with finals coming up the interactions between the two of you had come to the bare minimum and you were grateful. Your mind was a mess every time he was around you.
You wanted to confide in someone but you didn't know to who you could tell this. In the end, you decided, you were going to confess.
He was your friend the worse that could happen was he'd want to be only friends. You'd deal with it when the time comes.
It was the day of the trip. Everyone was vibrating with excitement. For once your bags were laden with food and games instead of textbooks.
"I heard Mark is going to confess to Pearl today. He said he was going to ask her to go on the Ferris wheel with her and then he'd ask her out. He even got her a bar of expensive chocolate." A friend of yours turned around to tell you and your seatmate.
Your seatmate and you exchanged a look before she shrugged and turned around.
You'd be lying if you weren't a little hurt.
You knew Pearl. She was your friend. Not the closest but you were friends nonetheless. And you could see why Mark liked her, she was pretty. Albeit not the prettiest girl in class but definitely way prettier than you.
How stupid of you to believe you had a chance!
Yet, a small part of your heart hoped all of this was just a rumor.
But it wasn't. You knew that as you saw Pearl walk onto the bus after your trip with a shy smile on her face and a large bar of chocolate in her hand as her friends giggle and Mark's friends pat his back while he blushes.
You cried so hard that night. You knew you were being irrational.
He was so inconsiderate.
January 2012.
You had no idea how the rumor started about you having a crush on Sam, one of your classmates, but it was getting out of hand.
"Okay, I dare you to go outside the class and jiggle your boobs." The girl sitting in front of you said making you laugh awkwardly.
"Hell no, I'm not doing that." You say chuckling as your eyes dart to the ground.
"Yeah, your tummy will be the one jiggling anyway," she said poking your stomach as she and her friend start laughing mad high fiving each other.
You unknowingly tuck in your stomach and leaned forward to try and hide your abdomen.
"Okay, go tell Sam that you love him." She orders you.
You knew this was better than doing whatever embarrassing ideas they had in their brains.
You slowly walk up to Sam and it was only when you were right beside him that you realise all of his friends were there.
'This is so embarrassing,' you think. Confessing to a guy you don't even like just because you are too cowardly to tell people it isn't Sam you like but Mark.
"IâŠ.I..um-" You try to spit out.
"What?" He asks you looking between you and his friends.
"I like you." You said before dashing out of the classroom before anyone could process what had just happened.
When you came back a few minutes later, the whole class was hooting at the two of you.
"You shouldn't have said anything. If it was a dare, you could've skipped it. Why do you have to embarrass us both?" Sam whispered harshly looking at you with disgust as you walk past him.
You didn't like him but it still stung.
That day as you were walking out of the school campus Mark rushed over to you.
"Did you really confess to Sam?" He asked amused.
"Go away!" You mutter at him before leaving.
"Aww look at you having a crush on Sam. That's cute." He snickered before walking over to his friends including Sam.
He was so gullible.
November 2012.
The new academic year saw a big hit in your social life after Confessiongate with Sam.
The only thing you looked forward to was having Mark in your class again and if you played your cards right. Everything would go back to how it was before. The way it was intended to be.
Mark and you sharing unfunny jokes and competing over who scored higher on the latest class test.
Everything would go back to normal. Yall would have your silly yet deep conversations and you would no longer freeze if anyone in the 10 mile radius mentions his name.
The only downside? You had severely underestimated the change in the dynamics of your friendship.
Mark was no longer a 10 year old geek calling you some stupid non offensive insult. He was a teenage boy. And like all teenage boys, he did teenage boy things.
Like thinking and talking about girls all day long. Spending more time looking and grasping at potential date opportunities then spending time doing his homework.
The both of you were on opposite sides of the school hierarchy. He had his popular friends and you were a known loser. He only socialized with those that would rather be caught dead then fraternizing with your type.
The not so attractive slightly nerdy students.
But you did have a minor glow up. Maybe now the two of you could go back to being friends. You didn't expect him to like you back.
All you wanted now was him to have a normal conversation that was not "Excuse me".
You had hoped he wouldn't notice his new found popularity and pretend you never existed but he did much to your dismay.
"Aww, I scored better than you. Look!" You had boasted with a smile handing him the paper. He had only scored a point less than you but that's how things had always been. Reading each other over who did better.
"Whatever. Why do you care so much?" He sneered in annoyance before walking off.
The smile on your face dropped instantly. You knew it was stupid to hope for things to go back to the way it was but you hadn't expected such a cold response.
He had changed.
January 2013.
It was just another day. You were having a mindless chat with your friend. Being 13 year old girls, the conversation automatically ended up about boys and crushes.
"You really had a crush on Sam? He is as dumb as a bolt!" Your friend exclaimed.
You contemplated whether or not to come clean to her. You had grown quite close to her and considered her one of your more trustworthy friends.
"I never liked him. It was just a rumor." You clarified.
"Then why did you confess to him?" She asked confused.
'Whats the worse that could happen?' you thought and decided to tell her.
"I liked someone else but I was scared to tell anyone. I just kept quiet and let people assume whatever." You whispered.
"Oh my god who was it?" She asked her curiosity now through the roof.
"I'll tell you if you tell me who you have a crush on now." You struck a deal.
"Fine. He's in our class right now. He is smart. He is good-looking. And he wears the cutest glasses." She said flustered at the thought of her crush.
The only boy you knew in class that was good looking and smart was Mark. Not that you had even laid your eyes on other boys.
"Mark?" You asked as a joke secretly hoping she said no.
"Yeah." She whispered back. "Now tell me who did you actually like?"
You not your lip. "Mark."
The both of you sat in silence for a few seconds and then burst out laughing.
What a coincidence!
A few days passed and the situation that seemed funny earlier did not evoke the same feelings as you saw your friend get close to him.
Mark and you drifted apart and he became closer to your friend.
You went from having little conversation to practically being non existent to him.
It filled you with envy. Why did he give every girl a shot at the love story you so wished to have with him? Every girl except you?
He was a real heartbreaker.
February 2014.
You were finally secure in your life. You had a support system. Friends who understood you.
You opened up to them about Mark and they understood. You finally felt at peace.
You had left the chapter of his behind you. That was until Mark got himself a new girlfriend.
You never understood how they met. They were polar opposites.
Mark was academically driven. She was failing a vast majority of her classes.
Mark didn't have a single artistic bone in his body. She was an aspiring actor.
You wished you could hate her. But every single negative thought that passed your mind just seemed like envy and insecurity.
She was pretty in a conventional yet underrated way. She was so petite. She didn't talk too loud or eat like a man or laugh with her mouth open.
She was elegant and graceful and everything you were not. It was a cold and unfriendly reminder that you were not and never will be Mark's type.
He was unreachable.
October 2014.
Mark and his girlfriend were going on strong. They were a power couple in school.
And it took every single ounce of strength and sanity in you to not have a mental breakdown every time you saw the two of them together.
They were such an unlikely pair yet it made so much sense.
They made so much sense.
Seeing them and knowing you could never have something as romantic and pure as them.
She and Mark had been caught kissing in an empty classroom.
When you first heard about it, you refused to believe it. You were so incredibly jealous of her. She was living your dream.
But you couldn't help but feel bad for her. The entire ordeal ended up with her being slutshamed by classmates and teachers alike.
You felt really bad. Despite wanting to hate her you couldn't bring yourself to do so. The students would pass comments everytime she was around. The teachers were no different.
"Maybe if you focussed less on finding abandoned places to kiss boys and more in class maybe you would score more." A teacher had said in class.
"Ma'am I will respectfully ask you to apologize to her. We agree what we did was wrong. But there is no need to shame her in front of class." Mark had stood up and spoken loudly.
The entire room shut up instantly. No one had expected him to do that. Standing up for his girlfriend in a very Asian school. The teacher and he went back and forth until the teacher fed up left the class.
You always respected him. But the level of respect you had for him after seeing what he did for his girlfriend transcended any emotion you were feeling in the moment.
And it only made you fall for him more.
He was a good boyfriend.
June 2015.
Academic stress had hit an all time high. You had no time to ponder over what Mark was doing. All his friends were transferring to new schools. And you assumed he would do the same.
You were shocked to walk in class on the first day and sitting on the first seat talking to another boy excitedly.
You cover your face and speed to the back of the class.
He was in everyone of your classes. The fact made you more anxious than giddy like it did a few years ago.
The stress about your future added with the stress of your forever crush being in your presence all day long was paralyzing.
A small part of you wished he would turn around and greet you but he looked straight ahead the whole day.
He would always around.
March 2017.
The last two years of school breezed past in a snap. You had alternated between studying for medschool and yearning for Mark.
Meanwhile he kept to himself. The only time he ever approached you was when he wanted help with projects or assignments.
You knew it was wrong to help him. Especially when it was so obvious that he was taking advantage of you but you couldn't help it.
You still wanted him as much as you did 8 years ago. He will always be your dream man. You hoped that maybe helping him would make him look at you in a new light but all that was merely wishful thinking.
"I wanna be a surgeon," he told me as you hunched over the desk pretending to read our biology textbook.
"Really? I wanna be a doctor." You told him.
"Still? Psychiatrist right?" He asked.
"You remember?" You ask him surprised.
"Of course" He smiled at you.
And just like that all the emotions that you had fought and kept at bay came back all at once.
He was a real charmer.
May 2017.
It was the last day of school. You knew you would never see Mark again.
Except of school reunions maybe but who is to say either of you would even attend.
You had made up your mind. You would confess to him. You weren't gonna see him again anyways.
Although you do admit you had spent countless hours fantasizing what it would be like if you ended up going to the same college. Would he finally give you a chance? Would he go and date another perfect girl?
But the chances were slim.
The last bell had rang and students poured out of their classes.
You approached him with a nervous demeanor.
"Hey, Mark. Can we talk?" You asked him.
"Yeah. What's up?" He asked.
You open your mouth to profess your undying love for him but before you could utter a single world you hear your teacher calling for the both of you.
"You both did so well in your finals. Y/N, I need to talk to you about some stuff. Can you stay back?" She looked at you.
"Yes, of course." You answer looking at Mark.
"You can leave now, Mark." She told him and dragged you away.
You wanted to run back and tell him "I love you. I've loved you since we were 10." But you just let yourself be dragged away by your teacher.
Maybe it was a sign from the universe.
He was never yours.
July 2017.
It was graduation.
You didn't think Mark would be here. You heard from a mutual friend that he got into his dream college.
You were happy for him really.
But standing at the gates of your school you saw him again. Wearing the same goofy smile as always surrounded by people.
You walk upto him. "Hey, guys. Finally done with this hellhole."
They all laugh as a wave of nostalgia hits them. Reminiscing the time spent.
"I heard you got into your dream college. Congratulations!" I wish Mark.
"Yeah. What about you?" He asked seeming genuinely curious.
"I'm gonna take a year off for mental health. I don't know if I wanna pursue medicine anymore. I don't have the brains for it." You laugh.
"Are you kidding? You're like the smartest person I know! Don't give up. For my sake?" He said in a pleading voice.
"For your sake? And who are you?" You laugh at him.
"Only like your bestest friend ever, Miss. VIP." He said his eyes crinkling as his smile got bigger.
"You remember that? Oh my god we were so lame." You lean into him as he lets out a laugh agreeing you.
And just like that the two of you were 10 again. And you fell in love with him and everything he did for a millionth time.
"You said we needed to talk that day. What was it about?" He asked out of nowhere.
You were tempted to tell him everything.
How you've been in love with him for ages.
How he made you feel. Makes you feel.
A thousand words on the tip of your tongue. You looked deep in his eye hoping to see a fraction of the things you felt for him. But all you could see was the reflection of a young girl hopelessly in love with a boy who would never see her the same way.
"Nothing. Just wanted to ask about where you were applying for college." You lied effortlessly.
The two of you stood together as the ceremony started.
He was just a fantasy.
August 2018.
Its been a year since you saw Mark.
He got busy with college and you understood.
Its not like you were that close anyways.
You would occasionally check his Instagram page. He had a new girlfriend you saw. It didn't fill you with envy. You were happy for him. It was a bittersweet happiness.
You had often wondered whether you had truly loved him.
Did you love Mark Lee as a person or the person you had made him up to be in your head? Was he really your soulmate or just a chapter in your book that you read to your children years from now?
Was it really love? Or was it childhood infatuation?
"Heard you got into medschool. Congratulations future Dr. Y/N!" He texted.
GENRE(S) | fluff, crack, angst, suggestive, one-sided enemies to lovers, roommates au, brotherâs best friend au, fake dating
WORD COUNT | 11341
PLAYLIST | click here!
WARNING(S) | profanity, a very flirty jeno, jaemin and mc are siblings and she sorta badmouths him oops, lot of childish banter, jeno is older than the mc by two years, some angst at the end (lmk if iâve missed anything!)Â
AUTHORâS NOTE | this was supposed to be slowburn but i kinda got impatient so i ditched that plan LMFAO this is a bit fast-paced imo but i hope you guys enjoy the fic! feedback is always appreciated :D
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That day, you made three mistakes.Â
First: talking about your problems in public. Second: letting slip how desperate you were. Third (the gravest mistake): locking gazes with none other than Lee Jeno.Â
He perked up when you yelled at Hwang Yeji, âIâll have nowhere to go!âÂ
The moment the words were out, your wide eyes met his amused ones. Jeno quirked an eyebrow and smirked, walking over to the booth you and Yeji were seated at.Â
âWhatâs this I hear about you needing a place to crash, Y/N?â he cooed, setting his cup of coffee on the table and sliding beside you.Â
You glared at him, frowning when the bare skin of his arm brushed against yours. Shifting away, you snapped, âNone of your damn business, Lee. Quit eavesdropping and get out of here.â Â
Jenoâs smirk grew when he saw your discomfort. Throwing an arm around your shoulder, he pulled you against him. Your head smashed into his hard chest as he teased, âNow, now, is that how you treat your brotherâs best friend?âÂ
You narrowed your eyes and craned your neck to look at him. âThatâs how I treat an egotistical bastard who doesnât know basic manners.âÂ
Jeno grinned at the insult, lightly bumping his forehead against yours. âYou look so attractive right now.âÂ
Heat rose to your cheeks, and you shoved him away, cursing loudly. He laughed at your flustered state, his eyes turning into small crescent moons.Â
This was Lee Jenoâa huge flirt who thought highly of himself due to the popularity he had gained as the star player of your universityâs football team, and whose only personality trait was being ridiculously attractive.Â
Here's an article talking about their new setup, tl;dr when you make an account you get two personally-assigned secret domains to help prevent it getting taken down by domain seizure. Don't share them with anyone!
genre â coworker au, enemies to lovers, slowburn, fluff, angst
pairings â attorney!donghyuck x attorney!reader
word count â Â 10.2k
synopsis â Considering how much Haechan makes it his personal mission to antagonize you at work, it seems like a rather cruel twist of fate that the both of you have been side by side since middle school, the only consolation being that his office is a different floor from yours. But if thereâs a saying about how distance makes the heart grow fonder, your attitude with him might just be the opposite, and itâll take a family ski holiday to find out.
warnings â mentions of alcohol
info â merry christmas everyone!!! i hope you enjoy this small present and hava a very warm holiday wherever you are  <3 (itâs currently below freezing in seoul and Iâm typing this barely half-alive in my hotel room at 1.50am after returning from gocheok sky dome)
You enjoy your job. Mostly.
Besides the long hours, gruelling paperwork, inefficient district judiciary, and shitty coffee, of course. Itâs all bearable, especially if you think about the multiple zero digits in your annual salary and the occasional bonus. And of course, youâve developed a certain fondness for your office, which gives you a lovely view of the palaces and Seoulâs skyline.
âY/N. Your coffee.â Karina passes you one of two mugs, specifically the one with daises on it. Everyone working on your floor has made a deliberate effort to get distinct coffee mugs out of disdain for sharing, and youâre all the more grateful for it, especially on days like this. You take a tentative sip, and barely prevent yourself from spitting it out.
Maybe the burnt espresso will be the tipping point for your resignation after all.
âI still canât believe the tenth floor shares their cups communally. Renjun would flay us if we tried suggesting it,â Karina mutters. Sheâs dressed in a form-fitting suit today, blouse slightly untucked. Itâs been two years since she joined as a paralegal, and youâll miss having her careful eye to look over your documents. Still, if thereâs anyone deserving of becoming an associate, itâs her.
âItâs what happens when you have a floor thatâs ninety-per cent men. Especially with people like him.â Your voice narrows to a sharp point, and Karina already knows who youâre talking about.
âI still donât know whatâs up with the both of you,â she muses, and you shrug. âItâs a long story. One that Iâll tell if Iâm drunk and tired. Unfortunately, itâs currently-â you steal a glance at your watch, â-nine-thirty on a Monday morning, so wrong time.â
She gives a nod of acceptance, grimacing at the harrowed expression on your face. âWell, if you need anything, Iâll be outside.â
âWait. Karina,â you call out, and the girl halts, arching an eyebrow at you. âWhereâs the case that we were working on last week? The medical negligence one.â
Thereâs a nervous expression on her face when she takes in your words, and you donât have a good feeling about what sheâs going to say next.
âKarina. What is it.â
She smiles sheepishly, and thatâs when you really start getting scared.
âHaechanâŠsaid he could take over because you were busy with your current ones and Mr Kim agreed. It happened when you were on leave last Friday. I thought he emailed you.â
âYou have got to be fucking kidding me.â
Karina tries to flash a smile, but it comes out more like a pained cringe as she watches you close your eyes, and then take a deep inhale. Youâre deathly quiet, and itâs slightly terrifying. âIâll be back,â you force out, and she turns, alarmed, as you stride out of the office.
âWhere are you going?â
You donât answer.
Haechan gives it approximately five minutes before you reach his office. It takes three minutes for you to take the lift up, and itâs about twenty metres from the lobby to his personal office.
If youâre particularly enraged, however, your pace might be a little faster, so he accounts for that too.
synopsis: itâs no lie that haechan only started his college matchmaking business due to his nosy personality. itâs also no lie that he was a little jealous of everyone he had helped out as he had no love life of his own. well, that was until his childhood friend moved back and mysterious love notes started appearing in his matchmaking inbox⊠addressed to HIM?!
genre:Â social media au, college au, fluff, crack, one sided pining, best friends to lovers
warnings:Â swearing?, jokes about murder
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When Hyunaeâs mother falls severely ill, Hyunae has no choice bu to return to Korea to take care of her motherâs business.
When their boss falls severely ill, the Dreamers have to deal with a new addition to their team.
Themes: nct dream x oc au, coffee shop au, sitcom au, attempted humor, slice of life au
Warnings: Mature themes, suggestive, no explicit smut, minor character death, strong language, mentions of violence and gore, bimbofication of jeno and jisung
Status: TBR (expected: May 2023)
Episodes:
EP. 00 Introducing the Dreamers (Official Trailer)
EP. 01 Pilot
EP. 02 Dreamers and the New Member
EP. 03 Dreamers and the Health Inspection
EP. 04 Dreamers and Hyunaeâs Mysteries
EP. 05 Dreamers and the Midnight BullyÂ
EP. 06 Dreamers and Jaeminâs Past
EP. 07 Dreamers and Sexism
EP. 08 Dreamers and Jenoâs Rumors
EP. 09 Dreamers versus Chillers
EP. 10 Dreamers and the Betrayers
EP. 11 Dreamers at the Fight Club
EP. 12 Dreamers and the Shopping Chronicles
EP. 13 Dreamers and Haechanâs Girlfriend
EP. 14 Dreamers and The Celebrities
EP. 15 Dreamers and Markâs Habits
EP. 16 Dreamers and Renjunâs Date
EP. 17 Dreamers and the Unexpected Visitor
EP. 18 Dreamers and Chenleâs Inheritance
EP. 29 Dreamers and Jisungâs Mental Health Issues
EP. 20 Dreamers arrange a Funeral
EP. 21 Dreamers Get An Offer (Season Finale)
A/N: not me starting a new fic while still figuring out my chenle fic im sorry. I shouldve learnt how to make smau stories before deciding to announce it to the world like a dumbass. But was rewatching nct dream content instead of studying again and i couldnt get the idea of a cafe based sitcom fanfic out of my mind so here we are. as for this fic, i will make sure to update once a week, special episodes too if i get the time. I dont know how long this will go but ill wind it up at 20-21 episodes excluding the special episodes. If this gets a good response maybe weâll have more seasons idk. If by some reason i dont update on friday. I will do it on Saturday morning at 10.30 am kst not a minute late not a minute early. I havent decided who hyunae ends up with or if she even ends up with one of them. Weâll see as the story goes by. So yeah feel free to reblog. Iâd really appreciate it if you shared it with others lol.
