SYNOPSIS: yushi has had enough of this mutual yearning with you, even if he doesn’t admit it to himself. otherwise, how is he suddenly showing affection to you against his own will?
WC: 0.3k
AUTHOR’S NOTE: belated happy yushi day <3 also, i caught myself writing a long angst au lol 🫨 so i came up with this one and treated it as a breather :’) sending cuteness ur way!
your eyes bounce between the worn-out book spread out in front of you and the quiet boy sitting across you. yet, they rest only when yushi returns your gaze—meeting your excited one with silent curiosity.
you take this as a sign to talk to him amidst the quietness of the small public library. you whisper-shout, “i swear, i really can’t wait to read the sequel of this! it’s so interesting because s—”
while it’s a treat to hear you gush over a book he’d recommended you to read, the tips of yushi’s fingers brush over your cheek. he’s oblivious to how it’s halted you mid-sentence, since he even proceeds to tuck your hair behind your ear and slowly pulls back. “because?”
the moment he’s taken in your startled expression is the only time he notices that him cradling your face has the same effect on you—specifically, the world-stopping kind of effect.
yushi starts blinking fast, which proves to be a habit for when he’s either nervous or taken aback. as odd as it sounds, he also can’t believe he’s shown his affection for you. “sorry, your hair is on your face.”
“i—” you start, but realize you have nothing to say. instead, you continue to stare at him. you meet his eyes, seeking solace in yours from going over your features.
he continues. “i mean, it was on your face. i moved it, so i could see you better.” yushi seals his lips for a mere second like he’s decided he said too much. he shifts in his seat, thinking of how to cover up his confession. “so you won’t get irritated or something.”
you tilt your head this time, causing your hair to unintentionally fall over your face again. “that’s so thoughtful and sweet of you, yushi.”
“mm,” in response, yushi props his arm on the desk between you two—an attempt to cover his growing smile with his palm over his lips. it’s the least he can do when he thinks half of the library can hear the beating of his heart now.
“you’re so endearing.” you smile back.
you, too, yushi thinks to himself, doing his best to let go of your eye contact and to return to reading his own book. you’re so endearing, too.
THE VENDING MACHINE AND THE GIRL | NCT DREAM SERIES (P.JS)
PAIRING: course mate! jisung x reader (feat. jeno and donghyuck)
GENRE: humor, fluff
AN: a short and light series for funsies! i’ve had this concept in mind for a while now (⌒▽⌒) and i’m simply determined to finally make it exist <3
TAG LIST – OPEN! reply to this post, submit an ask, or message me to be tagged in all drabbles! ★
jisung is a man of his own invention, guaranteed he has a personality even outside of law school and his circle of friends. frankly, it’s nothing like donghyuck and his unmatched sex experiences or jeno and his logical way of thinking—jisung’s personality is all about having a nonstop craving for chocolate milk from the good ol’ university vending machines.
no one tolerates it. instead, everyone questions it, but maybe not until they realize that jisung’s quirk can lead him to you—his smart, pretty, and most definitely not interesting course mate.
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 ᢉ𐭩.ᐟ🧃 “class is dismissed! so, where are we headed?”
↳ the second vacant hour, wherein jisung would rather listen to himself slurping than his friends conversing. well, obviously not until you pass by!
PUBLISHED ▸ SOON
DONGHYUCK 💭 for the first time, jisung seems like he has the ability to feel …
↳ the course mate, wherein the vending machine outside your lecture hall forces you and jisung into a shared encounter before class.
PUBLISHED ▸ SOON
JENO 💭 jisungie, you have a problem and the girl of your dreams to talk to!
↳ the family night, wherein jisung finds himself sitting cross-legged with your beloved family of hopeless romantics and vending machine antis on one random night.
PUBLISHED ▸ SOON
JISUNG 💭 you know what, you’re surprisingly right! this might just be the best time we let your whole world know about you and me.
‼️DISCLAIMER‼️these fics DO NOT belong to me these are just my recs that are made by beautiful and talented ppl <3
f - fluff, m - mature, s - smut, a - angst
🌱Mark Lee
DUDE— I MEAN BABE !! - by @k-oimani1 f
This is so cute and so Mark coded, I LOVE IT !!
a series of white lies - by @tyonfs f
this made me have the biggest crush on Mark Lee 😩😩 it’s so cute omggg
creating ↻ • • •
🌱Huang Renjun
‘bout you - by @technologyculturedneo (18k+?) f, a(?)
WAIT- THIS IS SO GOOD OMG ! I 100% recommend reading this, like you guys don’t understand the emotions i went through reading this !
creating ↻ • • •
🌱Lee Jeno
teddy bear - by @jaehunnyy (1k) f
call me when you hate me less - by @jaylaxies (18.3k) s, m, a, f
This had me on the edge of my seat omfg, i loved it so much !!
lazy relief - by @crooked-haven (1k+) s, m
masterpiece.
The walls are thin - by @springseasonie (7,2k) s, m roommate!jeno x fem!reader x roommate!jaemin
it took me a moment before my brain could recover from reading this, it’s so well written and sooooo good !! i need more nomin fics 😩
Checking in - by @mvlszn (2.2k) f
lie to girls - by @shuafiles (25.9k) s, m, a, f
after reading this, i need to lie down (preferably in Jeno’s arms) but a coffin will do
[9:33 pm] by @gyeomsweetgyeom f
I live and breathe these types of slice of life fics <3
RULE NUMBER 1: DON'T FALL IN LOVE by @jaylaxies (16.2k) s, m, f
"the thoughts that consisted of Jeno and Jeno only"
make it with you by @haechsauce (1.8k) f
my hearteuu 😩🫶🏼
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🌱Lee Donghyuck
Juno - by @sincerelyneo (2.7k) s, f
g: established relationship haechan x fem!reader This is so cute but soOOO HOT !!!! I JUST NEED HIM TO BREED ME UGHHHH. pls don’t judge me 😔
would you film my s*x tape - by @sweetiechenle s, m
*MWAH* chefs kiss
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🌱Na Jaemin
Fifteen minutes - by @sincerelyneo (2.3k) s
g: established relationship, just pure smut idol!jaemin x fem!reader I could also do a lot in fifteen minutes if i got the chance with this man 😔🤚🏼
Thursday - by @mercurysilk m
ex fwb!Jaemin x f!reader I love the idea and the execution was perfect 👌
Too good to be fake - by @johnnysuhbmarine (32k) m, a, f
This was so amazing omg
The walls are thin - by @springseasonie (7,2k) s, m roommate!jaemin x fem!reader x roommate!jeno
I genuinely have no words for this, apart from how fuxking good this fic is, this is for sure one of my favs 😩
cockwarming - by @jenosbigtoe (1k) s, m, f
this was so cute and hot at the same time
Love me right - by @noremii (12k+) s, m, a?, f
mwaaaah 😚
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🌱Zhong Chenle
Ping! You have a new text from Zhong Chenle! - by @skyefiles + smau pt2 (2k+) f
This one made me giggle and kick my feet hehe
creating ↻ • • •
🌱Park Jisung
Crave - by @crooked-haven (2k+) s
‘Dom’ Park Jisung X ‘Sub’ (F!) Reader i liveeeeee for Dom!Jisung omggg, this is just pure smut but it’s incredible
Cowgirl - by @sincerelyneo (3.6k) s, m
g: western!au, smut, boyfriend!jisung x fem!reader I can’t even begin to explain how much i love this !!!! I NEED A COWBOY JISUNG PLSSSSSSSS 🧎♀️➡️🧎♀️➡️🕯️
Adulting - by @naeirichill (1k-+) f, m
g: established relationship x fem!reader CUTE CUTE CUTE !!!!
spoiled by @loudstan (long 10k+?) s, m, f
Hybrid! Jisungx Rich! Female reader This is absolutely a master piece ! 😩
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🌱Series
Differences - by @jenonctcity s, a, f, m 00’line “We Boom era”
This might (is) one of the best series i have ever read like it’s SOO GOOD and like the crossovers are amazing this is so well written !!!!! Though @/jenocity doesn’t write anymore they were one of my fav writers 😩😩🤚🏼
Poison - by @yutaholic (hyung line w/o Renjun) s, m, a, f
The writing? The emotions? The smuts? Insane, i’m in love !
🌱ot7
The dreamies as fwbs by @neochan s, m
The places they’ll fuck you - by @/neochan s, m
🤭 neochan always feeds me well with these
kiss me through the phone - by @cherisia f (hyung line w/o jaemin)
what they do when they want your attention - by @markbigdicklee f
their red flags vs green flags by @alicanta77 i feel like this is very accurate love !
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This will be updated as i read amazing fics, but don’t hesitate to send me your recs ! 🙂↕️🫶🏼
I created the covers used for the boys (though obviously the pictures used don’t belong to me) so please do not take them without my permission i worked hard on them 😩🤚🏼
SYNOPSIS: while jeno always encounters you in his apartment on his luckiest days, he doesn’t think he’d be stuck with you in an old telephone booth on his unluckiest days, too. what are the odds that you cry and laugh with him simultaneously, make him lose his mind a little at what you have to say, and turn his day upside down?
WC: 1.8k
AUTHOR’S NOTE: we <3 cute and geeky jeno + giggly yn !
jeno is starting to think his luck is doing numbers on him. not only did he miss the highlights of last night’s F1 race from accidentally sleeping—he also ran late to his first lecture today from oversleeping. he even had to run back to his apartment mid-lecture because he left his notes on his readings.
to make it even worse, the exact hour he has a free cut and decides to watch replays of F1 is also the time his home organization decides to announce the weather forecast across campus.
strong winds, heavy rain, and thunderstorms—these are the keywords the audiovisual team said over the speakers, which jeno would’ve noticed and heard if his eyes weren’t on his phone and his earphones weren’t almost on maximum volume.
now, he’s stuck in an old telephone booth from his way back to his apartment—soaked and cold. he ruffles his hair to shake off some of the rain water, wiping only the lower portion of his face with the back of his hand.
“damn it,” jeno mutters to himself, accepting his fate of drowning in the tapping sounds of the rain against the booth.
he helplessly looks around the small glass box he’s in, pulling back the hems of his jacket to let his forearms breathe. jeno notices the mild and hard scratches on the boxy green telephone machine, positioned right on top of a vacant metallic shelf. overhead is a signage of outdated hotlines collecting dust, too. it’s quite quirky, he starts to think, how a telephone booth can look old and timeless at the same time.
as jeno tilts his head in thought, he also wonders if he should try calling his roommate renjun to ask for help (even if he’s probably having a practical exam in the culinary department).
yet, all of his thoughts instantly vanish at the sound of the sliding glass door’s creak. jeno slowly turns around in place, looking down as he mentally prepares himself to socialize with whoever is about to invade his space.
he watches as a pair of black rubber clogs—exactly the kind renjun wears with his chef’s uniform whenever he heads out for lecture—makes its way inside the booth. then, as jeno scans the figure in front of him, he does recognize the uniform.
“you’re supposed to be in cla—” he starts to say as an instinct, regardless of who this might be, because the culinary department’s schedule is on top of mind for him. yet, his voice falls short once his eyes finally meet yours.
in contrast to his thoughts prior, jeno would’ve only considered this an intrusion if it wasn’t you—in fact, he would’ve thanked his lucky stars right there if only you weren’t soaked like him and you didn’t look like you’ve been crying.
jeno instantly feels concern bubbling up inside him. why are you crying?
“hi.” he says cautiously, feeling the need to initiate and speak because of your current state. jeno takes a step back to give you more room, his backpack squeezed between his body and the wall adjacent to the door.
“hi,” you sniff with a small smile tugging at your lips, staying in a corner by the opposite side of the booth, but it still distances your face just a few inches from his.
while you might be his roommate’s favorite sous chef in their apartment after class hours, jeno is your taste tester who doubles as your admirer from afar.
you don’t know this (or, at least, he hopes you don’t), but he’s the type to tightly hug renjun and make him lemon water whenever the latter says he’s invited you to come over. yet, jeno only keeps freezing and shyly smiling every time you’re there. a lovesick boy that can’t even cook for shit—that’s what his friends call him nowadays.
if jeno didn’t memorize the look of happiness in your eyes, he would’ve been unsure whether or not they’re overflowing with tears right now. your tears collide with the raindrops on your skin, but your lips are rather red than pale. you also have that smile that catches all his attention.
you continue to speak, “i’m sorry for invading your space, jen. i saw it was you, and i—” you look out for a bit, sniff, then exhale from your mouth. “i’ll leave in a bit.”
“no, no, it’s okay.” jeno starts wiping his palms over the back of his jeans before checking his jacket pockets for his handkerchief. he holds it out with both hands in the cramped space between you two. “do you need? it’s a bit soaked from the rain, but i promise it’s clean.”
you just blink at him in response.
jeno swallows at your silence.
“what about candies, your favorite ones?” he tries once more, taking off his backpack from a shoulder to swing it over his stomach—careful not to touch you. he starts to rummage through his bag. “i bring the candies you hoard from our coffee table with me all the time. they might make you feel better.”
as soon as he holds out two wrapped pieces for you, you just blink at him again. but, this time, your smile has grown wider. despite your teary eyes, there’s a soft giggle suddenly coming out of your mouth. “you’re so cute, jeno.”
at that, jeno’s eyes widen at the slightest. he might be confused, but it doesn’t stop his heart from feeling like it’s being tickled inside his chest. he whispers, “you’re cute, too.”
you continue to smile at him, wiping your cheeks with bare hands due to a drop of water running down your skin.
jeno’s hand with the hanky reaches out for you before his consciousness is aware. he pauses his hand mid-air. he whispers shakily, “may i?”
you laugh now, nodding.
he feels your eyes study his face as he softly goes over your cheeks. you swallow, also whispering because of how close you are. “you know, jen, it’s kind of your fault i’m crying.”
“me?” jeno’s eyes shift to yours, unwavering even as he places his hanky and the candies in his pocket. it’s the first time he’s seen you all week—he’d even been bugging renjun to invite you over because jeno bought a new frying pan you might want to try using. “why me?”
“you make me want to cook my way into your heart and you don’t even know it.” you say, now avoiding his gaze. “i was planning to learn how to make bibimbap with onions for you today, but cutting the onions made me cry.” you let out a breath, “to calm down, i took a short walk, but got rained on, then found myself here instead.”
“you…” jeno swears his mind is working faster than his favorite F1 team’s car at this point, yet no solid thought is formed. instead, it’s all jumbled up in his system: you confessing you like him, you getting rained on because of him, and you cutting onions for him? “what?”
“it’s not so bad, though.” you continue, looking at his lips and biting your own. “i mean, to be stuck in this booth with you.”
“it’s not so bad at all.” jeno murmurs right away, like he’s obliged to. his face is voluntarily inching closer to yours—his lips faintly brushing yours now, teasing through its pace, yet you let them.
but, before it becomes anything close to a kiss, jeno resorts to resting his forehead against yours. his eyes are shut because it physically pains him to delay this, but the journalist in him can’t make the moment fleet without his curiosity winning him over. “wait, sorry—i really want to kiss you already, but i—i just have to ask. did you say you were making bibimbap with onions… for me?”
as soon as jeno opens his eyes, he instantly sees you looking at him funny, but also nodding enthusiastically. “yes?”
“with onions…? for me…?”
this time, you nod timidly.
he winces. “onions...? me...?”
you frown in confusion now, inching away a little to see his troubled expression. you stretch out your words in response. “well, renjun mentioned once that you have this thing with green onions. you, minhyung hyung, and chenle?”
oh… oh, shit.
you’re probably talking about the first (and surely the last) time he volunteered to go grocery shopping with minhyung hyung and chenle during a boys’ trip. it was a stopover full of shits and giggles about the tall green onions available in the store, only for none of them to smile when they reached the airbnb. their night was spent being scolded by their other friends for coming without any.
it wasn’t their fault the available ones looked unusual, was it?
but, for some reason, it’s extra embarrassing to admit this to you when you’re literally studying culinary and he should be impressing you.
“a-ah…” jeno lets out a breathy laugh, “yes, i had this… thing with some of our friends, but renjun must’ve left out some context. this thing wasn’t on a positive note. it just—it wasn’t my finest hour at the grocery. like, the green onions there were seriously taller than—” renjun, jeno almost says, but he catches himself blabbering. instead, he scratches the back of his neck. “yeah, no, i really like onions. i like them now.”
you cross your arms over your chest, raising your eyebrows as if challenging jeno and saying, really?
“and i like you.” jeno inches closer to you again. “besides onions.”
your front softens instantly, finally letting out another giggle you’ve been trying to suppress. you take a small step closer to him. “besides onions.”
“i like the fact that you thought of cooking for me, that you actually did,” jeno continues, placing his hands on your waist to keep you close. “and that there’s a bigger chance of you being excited about this new pan we just got.”
(“you bought a new pan?” you whisper.)
“i’d really like to try your bibimbap, too.” he tilts his head in submission when your hand reaches up to stroke his wet hair. “maybe even make it with you in our apartment once the rain stops.”
“once we kiss first.” you correct him in a whisper, sounding like you’re in a trance that has your eyes locked in on his lips again, about to close the aching gap between you two.
but, as if on cue, thunder echoes through the sky—making you flinch instead and jeno instinctively tightening his hands on your waist.
jeno tilts his head back in frustration only for a second. he puffs out a breath, circling back to his luck today. “this isn’t going well, is it?”
“it is.” you respond in a light tone, tiptoeing to hug him by the neck and feeling his arms wrap around you to complete the embrace. “i mean, we can always kiss later. i also don’t have to cut more onions! how lucky can i get?”
as soon as he hears you ask that, jeno finds himself smiling back. how lucky can he get with you finding him in this booth and reciprocating his feelings?
on top of that, he’s even brought the luck of not dealing with more onions to his greatest fortune yet.
PAIRING: best friend! haechan x reader (feat. ex boyfriend! jaemin)
GENRE: best friends-to-lovers au, humor, fluff
SYNOPSIS: you kick donghyuck on the leg, he kicks you back. he teases you, you tease him back! and, yet, you two sit through a five-course meal with different reasons in mind. for him, it’s because you want to make jaemin jealous from across the room. for you, it’s because you want him to realize your ex has been right about you all along.
WARNINGS: veeery mild suggestive themes and cussing!
WC: 2.5k
AUTHOR’S NOTE: i’m crzy for our newly debuted soloist (>_<) i can't get haechan and his new music out of my mind, so i wrote this in my feels lol pls enjoy! it’s my first time to write a semi-make out scene, too ^_^ hope the imagery is all clear and cute only~
it might be normal for you and best friend! donghyuck to have one-on-one dinner together, but it’s annoyingly different when he knows your ex is around to see it. so, even if he’s down to help you get a reaction out of ex boyfriend! jaemin from two dining tables on your left, it takes a heavy sigh from your lips and a subtle kick to his shin for him to actually lock in.
“ow!” donghyuck’s leg jerks backwards, causing his upper body to lean towards the dining table. there’s an incredulous expression across his face—the dessert spoon midway through his lips a few seconds ago is now back in the open. “what, a man can’t enjoy his ice cream now?”
“not when he has to be my charming date!” you whisper-shout, watching your best friend recover (with a shake of his head) and continue eating his ice cream one spoon after another. “at least share it with me.”
“it’s mine.” with his mouth full and his hand restlessly digging into his dessert, donghyuck responds without having to look at you. “and, for the record, i don’t have to be charming when i already am.”
“to a plant, maybe.”
“you calling yourself a plant?”
you decide to ignore him. “just do it, hyuckie boo,” you say in a sing-song voice that makes donghyuck’s head shoot up, clearly grossed out at your tone. “if you don’t want me to keep calling you that.”
“well, say no more, baby.” he responds. before you can react to your sudden nickname, donghyuck is able to dodge it by shoving a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. you almost choke by the act, which encourages him to sport the look of smug. “you like it?”
you’re violently coughing, almost like a broken smoke machine with the cool ice cream breeze coming out of your mouth. it sends you to the brink of tears, but you manage to shoot donghyuck a glare. “the nickname, the choking, or the ice cream?”
donghyuck continues your back-and-forth banter, but he paces his side of the humor by subtly moving your glass of water closer to you. “all of the above? they’re equally informative.”
it’s pretty safe to say that you’re seriously conflicted in wanting to hug your best friend for his subtle caring nature and wanting to strangle him for everything else that he is.
“well, the ice cream is good.” you say, as you put your glass back down and start grabbing your own spoon. as you dive into the sundae, you mutter, “dipshit.”
donghyuck allows himself time to divert his attention to his hands on the table and grin at your response—a habit of shyness that he hasn’t outgrown whenever he smiles.
once donghyuck looks at you again, he casually wipes the smudged cream off the corner of your lips with his thumb. “you baby. this is why you have me, isn’t it?”
you roll your eyes in response, but the pursing of your lips tells him you’re just stopping yourself from smiling. it leads you, however, to settling your gaze to someone specific on your left for the nth time during your whole five-course meal.
as he watches you, donghyuck wonders if your ex has looked at you at least once in your many attempts to be noticed. has jaemin seen that you’re on a date with him, your best friend ever since? has jaemin thought of coming over and crashing it? or have you been thinking of going over to him and professing your attempt at making him jealous?
maybe, worse, have you two been sharing a nonverbal moment all day long and donghyuck has just been an oblivious cockblock?
no matter these internal questions, donghyuck doesn’t mind whether or not he finds out the answers. instead, he uses the times you look away as an opportunity to study you with a mix of admiration and longing etched in his face—both only for you to keep missing.
he steals a quick glance at your lips now, then he licks his own before deciding to finally speak again. maybe it is time for him to take this date-for-show seriously. it’s designed to benefit you both, anyway—you earning the attention of your ex, and him getting to live his greatest what-if of being more than friends with you (even if it’s only for a few hours). “think we should kiss?”
your head whips back to your best friend. there’s a lot of uncertainty and a hint of intrigue battling to make up your face. “kiss—you and me? right now?” you blink multiple times in an attempt to absorb what he just asked. “hyuck, i—”
“i just think it’d be fair to give jaemin a red warning if you want him to do something,” donghyuck shrugs nonchalantly, as if his heart isn't beating faster in his chest or his hands aren’t shaking without the pressure of clutching them together on the table. “and to give you a distraction from checking if pretty boy’s looking. don’t you know i’ve been wanting to distract you with a kiss since our entrée?”
you’re so taken aback by your best friend’s boldness, that you have a hundred unspoken thoughts running in your mind. where to start, the fact that you don’t want jaemin to actually come over and ruin your date or that donghyuck didn’t even have to ask for him to kiss you?
because, frankly speaking, you’ve been wanting to be kissed by your best friend ever since your ex made you realize he’s the one you’re in love with.
what donghyuck doesn’t know is that you’ve only been looking at jaemin all day because you want your ex to see you happy with the very reason you broke up, all for the best intentions. you want jaemin to know that he’s been right all along—you do love donghyuck, so you’re thankful he let you go.
you’ve had a crush on the boy now sitting across you, dropping a suggestion that might finally change the trajectory of your friendship from here onwards, for quite some time already. how is he not getting a hint?
you almost stand from wanting to keep adjusting your sitting position, just to busy yourself from your newly-felt nerves. once you settle, you allow yourself to swing your legs under the table, accidentally throwing a kick at donghyuck’s shin again in the process.
“ow!” donghyuck crouches in his seat to reach over his throbbing leg. “kicking me again? what did i do?”
“holy shit, that was an accident!” you reason out, only to be distracted by the screech of a chair against the floor on your left. you see jaemin looking at you, his face giving away his internal debate of whether or not he should come over to help. “holy shit, he’s looking!”
now, that earns you a kick to your shin.
“ouch!” you shriek.
“i said stop checking!” donghyuck looks like he’s close to ripping his hair out, but while there’s a smile on his handsome face fighting hard to hide itself.
“you stop whatever your face is doing!” you laugh, feeling defeated in the chaos between you and your best friend as soon as you notice.
donghyuck plays it off by poking his inner cheek with his tongue at first, but he gives in and covers his face with his hands when he laughs with you.
now, it’s you that uses this time as an opportunity to secretly study him back with admiration all over your face. how could you have missed the tickling feeling in your stomach just by looking at him and hearing his laugh?
“hey,” you start, not wanting to waste any more time between the two of you. you swallow down your remaining giggles, in exchange for a mellow tone of your voice. “hyuck, i think i wanna—”
“your pretty boy’s still looking.” he cuts you off with a mumble. donghyuck now has his elbows work against the table, making his hands rest under his chin, while he undoubtedly looks at jaemin’s direction.
you shake your head like it can physically throw away the fact that jaemin is watching you and the idea that he’s your pretty boy. your eyes are stuck on the handsome one in front of you. “hyuck, i think i wanna kiss you, too.”
upon hearing this, donghyuck’s eyes instantly land back on you. he has the look of a person that suddenly has the world move in slow motion—there’s confusion and fascination coming together to make him look so intrigued from your words alone, too. “yeah?”
“yeah, but not because of jaemin or anything. who cares, really?” you purse your lips from talking too much. you want to keep it simple and direct to the point. “i just want to kiss you.”
donghyuck inhales through his mouth like he’s about to tell you a heavy thought, but decides against it. still, his face produces the slightest frown—not to doubt you, but to try to have a grasp on what you’re saying. he shifts in his seat, doing his utmost best not to seem too shaken about what you just said. “are we not here to make him jealous or do a look-what-you’re-missing type… of… thing…?”
“it’s more of a thanks-for-breaking-up-with-me type of thing, really.” you swallow hard, suddenly finding the table interesting to look at. “maybe it’s even a you’re-right-about-me-being-happier-with-hyuck type ’cause it’s true.”
“huh,” donghyuck is quite speechless at this point. he’s starting to believe he’s just gotten delusional about you because there’s no way you’re confessing that you like him back. “are you being serious or…?”
you nod, “i’m serious.”
holy shit, donghyuck thinks. is intimacy really about to happen between you two right now? he is so going to use this as an example of a time when you’re down bad for him. he didn’t think this time would ever come.
while he’s been well-aware that his name was heavily dropped by jaemin when he delivered his (honestly, quite outstanding) breakup speech to you a while back, donghyuck didn’t believe any of it was substantial or true. he’s always thought jaemin telling you that you had ‘unresolved’ feelings for your best friend was pure bullshit. yet, here you are now proving him wrong and actually proving your ex right.
“you’re serious.” donghyuck repeats, crossing his arms and squinting his eyes. “you do just want to kiss me.”
“sure,” you respond, close to running out of patience for your dumb best friend. you eye him and the space beside you to (hopefully) give him a hint that he really should get up from his seat now. “so…”
“so…” he continues. donghyuck still feels the need to play it safe, despite being given the clearest of signs from you, just in case he’s gotten it all wrong. “should i move closer to you?”
“yes, you charming dumbass.”
“wow. what happened to not admitting i’m charming?” donghyuck asks like he wants a playful argument with you, but he also stands right away to move his seat right next to yours.
now, there’s an appropriate amount of space between you two—big enough for lovers, but small enough for friends. it’s as if he might freeze and ruin this feverish reality if he gets even closer, like he’s not the same boy who had just kicked your shin or swiped his finger over your lips. “is this okay?”
you angle your body to face his. your knee brushes against his. “mhm.”
in return, donghyuck slowly closes the gap between you two by pressing his forehead against yours. he keeps his eyes on your lips, though. “you know, i didn’t think you liked kissing in public.”
“it’s with you, so…” you trail off.
his head voluntarily tilts to the perfect angle. “i’m an exception?”
you sigh, tilting your head to the opposite direction a bit to make your lips an inch closer to his. “please shut up.”
donghyuck doesn’t shut up yet, but he does start cupping your cheeks. “you like it ’cause it’s with me.”
you close your eyes to his touch. “please shut up and just kiss m—”
the next thing you know, you finally feel his lips on yours and it’s everything you had hoped it’d feel—warm, soft, and just right. it’s an innocent kiss, yet it’s pressed hard against your lips, like it’s trying to etch itself onto your skin so you don’t forget the first time this collision is happening.
when donghyuck pulls away slowly, producing a low ‘pop!’ sound while he’s at it, he takes his sweet time looking at your lips. “how was that?”
it’s sweet and just so right, you think.
but, you bite your lower lip to refrain from answering him like this. you decide to tease your best friend with dissatisfaction. “it was barely there.”
donghyuck frowns in disbelief, but his fingers at the tip of your chin remain to keep the closeness of your faces. “barely there?”
“yeah,” you don’t fight the shy smile on your face as you nod, like you’re trying to prove a point that you don’t even believe.
donghyuck picks it up right away, leading him to being too weak to also hide his smile. his mind is already a step ahead of the kiss you just shared. “shit, my bad.”
“maybe do it again?” you ask absentmindedly.
“i’ll do it again.” he whispers back.
not a second after, donghyuck’s lips crash onto yours without hesitation anymore, making you whimper. it translates to an open-mouthed kiss by the moment he softly tugs your bottom lip with his teeth and you grant him access. donghyuck kisses and holds you like he’s trying to hypnotize you—his tongue has no hesitation to explore you and one of his hands trails down to the nape of your neck, gently pulling your head to be a bit more against his.
you grip his wrists in desperation for more contact, even when he pulls away to kiss your cheek and whisper to your skin. “you don’t know how long i’ve wanted to do this.”
“how long?” you ask teasingly. you try to chase the feeling of donghyuck’s lips on yours, re-angling your head to meet his lips again.
“well, every time you’re single.” a peck is all it takes for donghyuck to be too dazed to realize you’re just teasing. he licks his lips to hide his lovesick smile that his eyes give away. “i might be your best friend, but i still have the biggest crush on you.”
you pull on his wrists to bring him in for a deeper kiss—also urging his fingers to get tangled with your hair. he lets you take the lead, allowing you to open his mouth with your tongue this time.
you quickly top it off with another peck before you say, “i have the biggest crush on you, too.”
donghyuck only playfully scoffs at this, still in a trance that stops his brain from forming an actual response. he brings his lips back to yours with confidence—truly, completely, and finally meeting you on the same page.
(at the nearby table on your left, jaemin settles back into his seat, but continues to crane his neck to see you and donghyuck. he exhales from his mouth in contentment, shaking his head to himself. “true love right there.”)
SYNOPSIS: on the way to class, riku has roommate! sakuya over the phone—suggesting how they can swap leather bags after grabbing each other’s accidentally. riku can’t care less… maybe not until the latter starts to get curious about what’s in his bag.
WC: 1.0k
AUTHOR’S NOTE: randomly woke up with this concept on top of my head a day ago, so i thought it’d be great to make use of it (^∇^)
“riku, maybe you can pass by my class!” sakuya says through the phone. “let’s exchange bags before my professor gets here.”
there’s noise from the young boy’s end that suggests he’s arrived to his lecture hall. besides the loud chatter and the chair screeches, there are a few voices calling sakuya’s name to probably tell him to sit next to them. it’s frankly the sound of only being a week in since the term break.
“when will you ever call me hyung?” riku manages to mutter from his end on the phone, despite being quite breathless from still brisk walking to his own lecture hall. he adjusts his grip on sakuya’s bulky leather bag. “but i can’t, saku. i’m almost running late to mine.”
unlike sakuya’s college building, riku’s is on the other side of the campus from their dorm. while that’s a pain in the ass on its own, so is living with five other boys that have similar class schedules with him this term. it’s been troublesome enough to share the kitchen and take turns in the shower for a few days now, so riku didn’t think it could get any worse. yet, he (a senior) has accidentally switched leather bags with sakuya (a freshman) as they grabbed their belongings by the door this morning.
riku wouldn’t exactly call it karma, but the fact that he got the same leather bag as sakuya when they went shopping together last month might’ve done the trick. the doodle that chants, “sakuya sakuya sakuya” in pink on the young boy’s bag didn’t even salvage riku from this moment. after all, he bought his own bag to tease sakuya after directly saying he wanted no one to match with him.
“should i pass by yours?” sakuya produces a thud, which makes riku think the young boy slammed his leather bag flat on a table. “let’s see what you have in here.”
“i actually don’t need mine for this class.” riku decides, thinking he can simply borrow a notepad and a pen from you—his best friend since elementary school, but also his girlfriend since the recent term break. he sets aside the excitement he instantly feels from thinking of sharing classes with you now, but he double-times his pace. “you need yours?”
“not really. i don’t ever need it, actually.”
“then why is it so heavy?”
“i haven’t cleaned it up since first term.” sakuya says, which makes riku produce a breathy scoff. it’s been more than half a year since the start of the school year. “yours is pretty light, but you have—whoa.”
“what?”
“you have film photos of you and your best friend printed out,” sakuya is slowly uttering his words, like he’s in the middle of a revelation. “in the twenty-first century.”
riku closes his eyes shut—mentally cussing himself for not being able to collect all your developed film photos together out of his bag. he’d been wracking his brain, wondering if some of your shots during your first date in your hometown weren’t printed out, only to find out they’re currently in sakuya’s possession. “fujinaga, close my bag.”
“there’s the sea, there’s you having dinner together,” sakuya ignores riku and only continues to sort through the photos. “and you… holding… hands… together?”
this is exactly why you and riku have decided to keep your relationship private for now. neither of you have the time for his dorm mates’ interrogation, so you both figured it’d be best to build your romantic relationship right in front of their eyes little by little instead.
riku, however, is already constructing your relationship to sakuya in good old hard-launch fashion. he clears his throat, “you know, maybe i can pass by your class right n—”
“and you kissing each other?”
as if on cue, riku hears your giggle from behind him first before he feels you kiss his cheek. “beat you to the door,” you say as soon as you block him from entering the lecture hall.
riku can’t fight the smile on his face from seeing you so mischievous, yet flushed from running your way here. he slowly walks towards you, only to buy himself more time to admire you before landing a quick peck on your lips.
you giggle again. “hi, kuri.”
riku’s smile widens, feeling the heat of his phone against his cheek from doing so. “hey, cutie.”
“ew.” sakuya says on the other line.
“ew?” riku repeats to the phone.
he detaches his phone from his ear to put the young boy on speaker. riku mouths to you that it’s sakuya on the phone, then proceeds to lift the leather bag he’s carrying to show you their situation at hand.
you mouth, “ooo” to your boyfriend before speaking to the phone. “hi sakuya!”
“well, hello!” he laughs, “it seems like you had a sweet break.”
riku scrunches his nose at this. however, he’s instantly on autopilot mode as soon as you look up to him for context. “saku saw our photos in my bag, but it’s my bad. i’m sorry.”
you shake your head with a teasing smile taking over your lips. “so much for not letting the dorm know yet!”
sakuya’s voice is heard from the phone again. “i won’t ask questions if you come over tonight to doodle on my bag and help me sort out my keychains. i think i wanna remember knowing about you both before the whole dorm.”
“oh, saku.” riku says, genuinely softened.
“then i’ll see you later, sakuya!” you say to the phone.
“yes!” sakuya exclaims, like he might be throwing a fist in the air because of this. “but, also, riku has to take my turn in dishwashing tonight.”
riku sighs so loud, that a handful of your course mates from inside the lecture hall look at where he’s standing by the door. “fujinaga sa—”
before he even gets to say the young boy’s full name, sakuya ends the call.
and, even though you laugh because of what riku has to deal with later today, he looks at you with as much amusement as you have for him. not because he finds his situation funny either, but because he likes that he’s the reason you’re happy right now.
SYNOPSIS: you and sion make a trip to the grocery store to find rice vinegar to complete today’s meals. what sion finds instead, however, is a zap in your eyes.
WC: 0.7k
AUTHOR’S NOTE: *writes a short story in one sitting for fun* ehehe it’s very simple, but i hope it’s enjoyable! just felt like writing for sion on the get-go today \(( °ω° ))/
you watch as best friend! sion scratches his cheek to block you from seeing how hard he’s trying to suppress a smile. his glinting eyes totally give it away once he looks at you, though. “are you sure we’re in the right aisle?”
“this is what the grocery clerk said.” you divert your attention back to the pastel-colored lotion containers—almost giving yourself a tunnel vision for anything pink or purple. you laugh, “but i’m pretty sure kimchi fried rice and gimbap don’t go with toothpaste.”
“you mean lotion.” sion lightly nudges your shoulder with his. it’s the friendly alternative route he takes rather than squeezing your cheeks when he finds you cuter than usual.
you purse your lips at your mistake. “i meant to say lotion.”
he finally lets out a chuckle. “oh my,” you’re too cute and pretty today, he’d say, if he only knew whether or not you’d find him weird afterwards. besides, you’ve always found romantic feelings weird. although it’s unfair to him, he has a mental reminder of it every time you two spend time alone.
you continue to scan the delicate colors that make up the aisle, but don’t miss to scrunch your nose as a response to the falling boy.
sion shakes his head as a physical attempt to put his feelings aside. he grabs the shopping basket from the floor and proceeds to observe the grocery store. “let’s just look for rice vinegar on our own.”
he walks before you even return your attention to him, yet you follow suit as soon as you notice him straying away from where you stand.
sion doesn’t look back at you as he takes a peek at the aisles that come after. it doesn’t go on for long, especially when his primary reaction to seeing a couple share a passionate kiss near the boxes of pepero is to jerk back.
“ouch!” you exclaim when sion accidentally steps on your foot.
as the head-over-heels best friend he is, sion’s initial response is to apologize and see if you’re okay, only he hasn’t considered the fact that you’re right behind him.
by the moment he turns to you in panic, your close proximity face-to-face dawns on him like cold water being poured from his head to his toes. what’s even more shocking is the fact that he sees excitement and curiosity in your eyes, as if you’re hopeful about what happens next within the small space between you two.
“a-are you okay?” sion forces to let out in spite of his state, however weak his voice sounds.
he blinks hard to try to make sure he’s not hallucinating it, but your hope is seriously there. you even accompany the excitement in your eyes with a giggle that can pass as a sweet whisper to him.
you nod without missing a beat of his expression. “yes.”
the falling boy swallows and admits to himself that he’s officially doomed by your captivity. he takes a step back—otherwise, he might finally listen to his head that keeps chanting, kiss her! kiss her! or maybe squeeze her cheeks!
you, however, furrow your brows in the slightest possible way. it won’t be any surprise at this point if you ask him why he’d taken a step back. yet, you don’t make any sound for a while. instead, you look around and avoid his eyes, but the zap in yours are still as sparkly as they can be. “come on now, sionnie.”
it’s your turn to walk before he can even register it. sion stays frozen facing the direction where you stood a few seconds ago. he’s lost in his thoughts that are slowly (yet surely) making sense of your accidental closeness.
during the time his lips were only a few inches away from yours, you didn’t flinch. you didn’t push him back. goodness, you even had sparks in your eyes and you giggled! you didn’t tease him about his weird state at all, either.
although you’ve always found feelings weird, sion thinks to himself, that apparently doesn’t mean you don’t have any. has he been so caught up in his own feelings for you, that he’s failed to notice yours?
with this conclusion, he pokes his inner cheek with his tongue to contain his mutual excitement. there’s definitely something more between you and him.
best friends riku and yushi don’t share the same preference on how university life should unravel for them – while riku’s plate is full of trainings and committee meetings, yushi’s is half empty from doing advanced tasks and declining party invites. what these two friends only have in common is their need of a reality check, a box of chicken with cheese dip, and a few pointers on love.
GENRES: university!au, slice of life, humor, fluff
AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi! it’s been a while, so i’m trying to make a good comeback by writing an au or two for the first time :’) i decided to write about wish cause i’ve been so into them lately and noticed there’s not much content for them here yet. hope everyone enjoys this yuriku series! both aus can be read as a standalone or a sequential pair (with riku’s first before yushi’s)!
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MAKE IT HAPPEN - M.RK
PAIRING: assignment partner!riku x reader
FEATURING: mark, sion, ningning, and yushi
SYNOPSIS: riku takes his chance to finally ask you out on a date, but how is he supposed to let it be possible when the both of you keep missing each other? though a series of mishaps is paved along the way, one thing’s for sure – you and riku are determined to still make it happen together.
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GET ACQUAINTED - T.YS
PAIRING: schoolmate!yushi x reader
FEATURING: riku and sakuya
SYNOPSIS: yushi doesn’t know a thing or two about creating good chaos, which is what his best friend and his quirky roommate believe should be a problem. this is why yushi thinks his best way out of their misery for him is disguised as an awful favor to be your wingman and an unfortunate chance to get acquainted with you.
just found your acc. your blurbs are so cute! my heart broke when i realized you haven't posted anything in years <//3 but i understand why it could've been hard to come back. just wanted to drop some love for your writing regardless!
oh, anon! 🥹 i was having a bad day when i read this. i’ve also been wanting to write again for a while now, and seeing this inspired me to actually try to get back to it :’)
thank you for dropping some love, anon! your kindness comes a long way ♡ i hope you have a wonderful day! <3
[11:57 am] frat boy!mark dresses up as spider-man for this month’s fictional character day in the literature department. so, when he sees you dressed up as gwen stacy, he doesn’t waste time standing on the cafeteria table in front of you.
he shouts, “one-on-one tutoring in my place tonight, gwen?”
hi! i’m sharing this to the public to raise awareness on how easily plagiarism can be done, and how the people who practice that THINK they can easily get away with it through an apology. please report or block @/markleeberries (but warning: their account is nsfw, yet there’s no warning on their account).
first of all, plagiarism crushes a writer. when i read their message to me for the first time, my confidence instantly drained out. i logged into tumblr with a new writing piece that day, only to not post it anymore. i put so much thought, time, and effort to create everything that i write, then someone would easily copy-paste it or screenshot it without permission or credits. that’s so awful. please think first before you do something. regretting in the end doesn’t suffice because the act has already been done.
second of all, this apology is not even meant to its core. if it were, i wouldn’t be left on read after being apologized to. if it were, i would’ve been given transparency, and shown the videos that contained my works without my permission. they even knew what plagiarism was, yet they consciously did it. i gave them enough time to respond to me, but they never did.
i’m still so sad and offended over this. the least @/markleeberries could’ve done was to respect me, if not my works. please help me out on this, and be more cautious. i hope no other writer would experience this.
aaa came across this tonight and got surprised to see my xuxi timestamps here 🥺💗 thank uu so much for recommending them @pesiko !! also enjoyed reading everything else <33