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note : pg16, yandere tendencies, angst, fluff, kissing scenes, explicit language, lot's of profanities, university settings, confrontation scenes, jealousy, physical attack, mention of blood, mention of pills/drugs, some questionable jokes, recalling of past unfortunate incidents and suicide attempt.
preview : this time, you choke on your own saliva, looking at him with pure surprise. “What?” he smirk, cocking his brow. “You're suprised?... I was just thinking, I should get to know him since he's your only friend. I'll try to be nice to him like you always wanted.”
“Am I dreaming... W- why just now?” you gulped, locking a deep eye contact with Mark while he smile, shrugging before sitting back on his chair, leaving you in utterly shock.
a/n : i know this is so late and it's been a month or two since the previous chapter has been posted. I'm so sorry. Next time, i'll do my best to write in a faster pace. But i really enjoyed writing this part. Have fun reading! ++ I need feedback please :>
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Subconsciously aware of a damp cloth brushing against your skin, your lying body twitches over the sofa, facing the opposite side of the backrest, giving Mark more access to touch your sleeping figure.
His melancholic gazes remain on you. Leaving behind what he's currently doing to scan your features– fingertips trailing through your closed eyes and brows, seizing the opportunity to get a good look of you.
Unknown to him, undefined sensation starts to build in his guts, stomach churning, plus heart thumping adding burden. His pulses quickening that he even felt his nerves throbbing against his face. Thoughts about not handling the circumstances right earlier, aroused in his mind. Thinking of making it up to you latches at the back of his head, disappointingly, saying sorry, he's not skilled on that genre.
In the midst of watching you asleep, Mark consciously lift his hand parallel to your face, hearing you emit a groan. Gaining awareness that he's waking you up, when your eyes began fluttering open, elicited him to tense up.
You softly gasp, “Mark.” hoisting your upper half by your elbow, letting your back fall, leaning on the sofa's arm rest. “Oh my god. I fell asleep...” you utter between sniffles, running a hand harshly over your puff face multiple times.
You force yourself to recover from jolting awake, subliminally crawling into a ball by burying your face between your arms and knees while Mark's eyes shake in anxiousness, orbs sparkling mirroring the moon glazing above.
Invigorating breeze of air whirl pass the open glass door of balcony through your weak body, causing for your skin hair to erect– following by shallow breathes escaping your mouth.
You skeptically glimpse at Mark, both of you were engulfed in agonising coldness of the dead silence room when suddenly, An evident frown wrench into his lips, watching your unpleasant countenance.
From kneeling, he instinctively lift his body by stomping his feet on the flooring, cagey in sitting on the sofa beside you.
Mark's deep brown eyes met your overly sensitive gazes. Gulping, you frantically blink away the hot tears building on the rim of your lids, trying to timidly smile at least. “I'm so sorry.” You mumbled, hugging him tight in desperation.
Mark huff at your unexpectedly aggressive action. Instinctively wrapping his arms around your torso with his steamy breathe fanning your skin, “Y– you don't have to apologize...” He huff with painfully drying throat, muscles were relaxing, accommodating your warmth.
He dipped down– burying his face on the crook of your neck, while you felt your heart erratically thump against your chest, too indulge at the moment. But worried, hesitant to voice out your thoughts.
“You're too hot.” Mark utter soothingly, touching your burning hot skin, “You have a fever.” you understand with a shook of your head, yet it's the least of your concern, clearing your throat and squeezing his upper limb before facing him with an intimate deep eye contact.
“Should I go home instead?” You began, orbs are shaking in anxiousness. “Don't we suffocate each other? Cause I felt like, I'm so dumb, hopeless and just a burden.” You babbled, dazing him out. “I feel like you should think twice before... Y'know, take full responsibility of me?”
Mark halt with stunned expression, every words you spat becoming blurry in his background. “Mark?”
“W– what are you talking about.” He murmur, taking it as a joke before looking pained when he realizes you're not playing around, choosing to keep his grudge low.
“I'm serious.”
His gazes wrench into distress ones, lips were pursed in sadness yet beyond his almost empathic expression, Is a greatly concealed amusement glazing at the back of his eyes.
“Why would you say that? You're not a dumb nor a burden to me.” He reassuringly smiled, “I was just burned out. Bear with me. And it's my choice to keep you with me.” he added, cupping your cheeks. “Understand?”
Your lids lazily flutter, sighing deeply before leaning further onto his palm with sluggish nod. “Uhm, I– i understand.”
In a good five seconds, you both stared at each other blankly, until Mark speak up again. “Come on, let's get you cleaned. I took some clothes from your luggage. You fell asleep in a shirt stained with blood.”
“Yeah, my nose still kinda hurts tho.” you cheekily smiled, crackling a joke with your nose scrunching.
Mark nip his bottom lip while taking the damp cloth to press it against your skin, smiling so little. Maybe for the fact he's the reason behind your pain. But one thing is for sure, and that is he feel so antsy.
Hearing your thoughts made him realize something. Your way of approach, That was like his quirks. He should know better how to respond because you were just playing his very own games. How depressing it is... That it feels like shit when it's used against him.
Finally, some senses sinking to you that one more time you both got into a huge fight, Maybe, there's a possibility you'll slowly let yourself drift away from him, and he will lose you. “Babe...”
“Yeah?” your forehead crease, humming in acknowledgement.
“If you wanna go to uni tomorrow, would you want me to take you there?” Mark said, still continuing what he's doing.
“You'll let me attend–” you gawk. “ahh, yeah. of course. That's a nice idea!”
“Great.” He simply responded, handing your new set of clothes. “Come on, hurry up so we can rest. It's nearly 3 am.”
You obediently nodded. Mark seeing the enthusiasm lingering in your eyes makes him smile, but it immediately vanish in surprise when you pulled him in a hug.
A more comforting and warmer hug, placing your chin on his shoulder, lips hitting his earlobe when you whispered how greatful you are with a soothing “Thank you.” and cuddle.
A sharp sound of ringing phone penetrated through the morning air, resonating at the background, most likely to wake you up. You lazily reach the device from the nightstand, tapping the screen to turn it off with eyes slowly fluttering open.
It's already daytime, warm tone of sun beams pass through the thin curtains hanging by the window, illuminating your face and the whole bedroom. Again, you blinked frantically, adjusting your vision on meeting the harsh light, letting out a long groan before rolling on the bed when you suddenly felt a strong pair of arms clutches over your stomach.
A smile creep up your face in adoration, staring up on Mark who's sleeping peacefully beside you, softly breathing against your forehead. You naturally brushes the bangs which poking his hooded eyes, not forgetting to admire his beauty. He looks like an angel, so tender and harmless when asleep.
As you became more indulge in scanning his features, along with your soothing stroke in his locks. Mark knit his brows, sure that he's waking up, so you immediately closed your eyes. Pretending to be asleep so he wouldn't catch you staring at him.
“I know you're awake.” he hummed so low and raspy, pulling you nearer his body. “What time is it?”
You gulped, tongue subtly brushing on your lower lips to moisten it– gazing at him just to see his eyes were still shut. “It's 15 minutes before eight.” you responded before burying your face on his chest.
Heart thumping, breathes are synchronizing, he let you stroke his back simultaneously. “Aren't you suppose to be getting ready?” he whispered.
You shook your head, “Let's stay like this for awhile. I wanna hug you more before i go to uni.” snuggling closer in his embrace, right leg is hovering on top of his thighs. He huff, smirk tugging up his lips, looking so good despite having a puff face because he just woke up.
“You'll be late.” Mark's lids fluttering open. “Why... do you want me to help you get dressed?” he suggestively utter, cockiness lacing at the tone of his voice, with a light squeeze on your thigh.
Eyes widening, you immediately push yourself away from him with a grin, “nope.” emphasizing the p, before getting of the bed. “you're right... i'll be late so i need to hurry up.”
Mark twitches on the bed, hearing him chuckling monotonously at the background when you almost tripped from sprinting away, on your way to the bathroom. “cute.”
“I won't be able to pick you up after your school hours. I have to bring this car back to it's owner.” Mark segue, talking from beside while shutting the car door for you. “Is it okay?”
“pfft..Of course.” Scoffing, you jokingly rolled your eyes through his direction. “I'm not a kid, i can go home by myself. Don't you worry. m'kay?” you murmur, subconsciously taking his hand.
With a reassuring smile, you add a soft squeeze on his palm to put him at ease, receiving a shrug from him as response.
For a moment, you pause and beams at your boyfriend. Smile wasn't meaningful or anything tho... just blankly staring at him like an idiot, just pointless. While Mark grin halfway, mostly giving you a weirded out look. “What?”
“nothing...” you shook your head flusteredly, squeezing his hand again before letting go. “i gotta head inside the campus, see yah~”
You enthusiastically bid Mark a goodbye. Letting out a deep breathe in contentedness, feeling happy and excited to finally start your day when you suddenly felt his hand clutches on your forearm. His grip is firm, promptly spinning you around before you can even step forward– resulting for you to almost lost your balance from the impact as you bump in his chest, facing him.
Your heart thumps in stun. Frozing on your spot when you met his intense eyes, consciously feeling his arms wrapping around your torso.
With his explicit action, you have snap into thoughts of what he's trying to do. He have done this before... So before he may even say something, you leaned closer his frame, cupping his cheeks with both of your hands to smack your lips against his.
You felt him smile through the simple kiss. Just the time you were about to let go, Mark have placed his hand on your nape, tongue brushing on your lower lip, diving in closer, deepening the kiss.
It almost felt euphoric, your inner-self squealing for floating in cloud nine. Reciprocating the same amount of passion he's exerting.
So lovely, so hazy. But painfully scandalous when you consciously felt pairs of eyes lingering at you both— bringing you back to the reality that you're in a public setting. Yet you can't make yourself stop kissing him back...
One more second of enjoying one another's tongue swirling at each other's mouth, you felt Mark's hand trailed down your lower back through your butt cheeks, squeezing it lightly while subtly biting your lower lip, putting an end to the kiss.
“The bell already rang.” you heard him whispered, lips hitting your earlobe.
You huff at the sensation of his steamy breathe fanning your skin, gulping when you met his dark orbs, lips are tugging upright with self satisfaction that you almost forgot you have classes.
Then your stomach churn, heart throbbing causing by your impulsiveness. You can't help yourself but to bit your lower lip when you felt the sudden rush of blood on your cheeks. Skin is turning hot as you shove your face on the crook of his neck, toes are curling in nervousness.
“You should head inside...” Mark utter with a hint of playfulness, palm stroking your arm. “You're already late.”
You shook you head vigorously, agreeing to his reminder. Mumbling goodbye and for him to take care of himself as you step away from him. Turning around, your hand clutches on your bag strap, smiling as you walk forward the school gates– before your action came to halt.
You notice Jaemin... he is standing meters away with crease forehead. Aura is enigmatic and furiously staring at your spot. Yet it seems like he wasn't really directly looking at you.
You followed his gaze boring behind you– surprisingly, seeing Mark looking at Jaemin too.
Mark was low-key, emotionless and unbothered with one brow raising in nonchalance. He is unfazed, eyes were blunt– yet hinting mockery...
Definitely, there is a heavy tension rising between the two, but you choose not to overthink.
As you brought back your attention forward, you saw Jaemin gaze switches to look at you the same time you glance at him. Sending him a hand wave and cheeky smile. Disappointingly, he walk straight to the campus as if he didn't saw you. Leaving the words hanging at the end of your tongue when you we're supposedly going to call his name.
Spending your time at the most corner spot of the extended cafeteria, Alone. You let yourself get indulge on reading some lectures you have to cope on for not being able to attend school, studying for a special exams you requested for.
You're peacefully eating snacks while taking some notes, nose were scrunching in delightfulness everytime you pick up the highlights of the lessons. Then your phone rang, indicating for you to intake a pill Mark gave you, as he insisted that you always need to take the medicine in time.
You reach for your bag, searching for the banister pack in between your files and bag pockets, scrambling your stuffs. As you were so immerse looking for the pack, you didn't even pay attention when someone took the seat beside you unannounced, intrusively scanning through your things.
“Are you looking for this?” his deep voice reverberating at the back of your ear, promptly catching your attention.
Your eyes widened, “What the heck—” seeing him playing the reddish pink pills between his fingers as you snatch it abruptly from him.
Jaemin's mischief immediately turned into a scowl, rolling his eyes secretly in irritation for not being able to do anything about your sass– sulkily watching you bring the tumblerful of water near your lips as you intake the pill and swallow consecutively.
“Where did you get that medicine?” He began, sounding so nonchalant as if it was just his random question– pretending he's more interested on looking through your notes. “Do you even know what it is for?”
“Why?” you scoff, shrugging off his question while putting back some of your unnecessary stuffs inside your bag.
As well as the pills too, of course, but Jaemin suddenly took it again, and scan the pack. “Did your boyfriend gave this to you?” he blurt smugly, cocking his brows, “No brand. No label.” hint of amusement lingering at the tune of his voice.
“You're being weird.” You retorted with annoyance, mirroring his expressions. “Jaem... give it back.” you asked, handing out your palm.
Jaemin casually shook his head, mouthing a firm no, “Did even a pharmacist administered prescription for this?” he shoots back, attempting to toss away the banister pack to scare you.
A gasp left your mouth, surprise at his childishness. You took a breathe deeply, holding your grudge low. “That's just a freaking contraceptive pill. Give it back Na Jaemin.” you demanded, smacking his arms now.
“My uncle is working on a pharmaceutical company. I've already seen many contraceptive pills, and this is the first time i'm seeing something like this.”
“You've seen many but not all.” you spat out, mocking him. “mister so expert in contraception, give it back to me already before i'll decide to cut your tongue off.”
As you finally retrieved the pack, you expected for the argument to die down, not until you heard him nonchalantly spat surprising assumption. Him driving you on edge.
“I was just being cautious and concern for you. Who knows... you thought that might be a pill when your so called boyfriend have been drugging you all this time.” He utter, whispering half of his sentence yet you can clearly hear him.
You turned around with bitter face, shoving him by his shoulder harsh enough. “Hey! Do i look like I'm high.” You spit out fuming, defiantly staring back at him. “I know you don't like Mark but you don't have the right to say that.”
“What.” Jaemin gawk, straightening his posture as he opened his mouth. “It's not about me not liking him. I'm just being objective—”
“Pfft. You're unbelievable.” Taken aback, you subconsciously smack the table loud to catch some people's attention around your spot. “You're too much. Don't you think you're already crossing the line Jaemin.” You mumbled pained, getting more irritated when he just gave a shrug and look away... “Oh my god, I'm so disappointed.”
Emitting a sigh, you frustratedly ran a hand through your hair– somehow, trying to calm yourself down.
You don't wanna get mad at him, but it's not really that easy. Looking at him feeling disheartened...you slumped on your spot, already disappointed by your bestfriend's comments.
Deciding to ignore him, you began packing your stuffs to get the hell out of the place. Mean while, Jaemin nip on his bottom lip, gazes remained boring to other direction, knitted brows gradually relaxing in realization that he made you mad... resting his elbow on the table to pinch the bridge of his nose.
He felt shitty in guilt, yet his ego couldn't bring himself to apologize. He believes he has a point but he can't let you misunderstood him.
At the time he was about to catch your arm to prevent you from leaving, he was cutted by a classmate of him. Her ash-blond hair were eye catching, popping in front of him to interrupt his thoughts— Leaving him no choice but to watch you walk away through his peripheral vision.
“That's so stupid of him.” you bawl out, kicking the tiny stone resting below you in frustration.
You decided to sneak out the campus after the fight with Jaemin— not attending your last class so he won't be able to find you anywhere, aware that your bestfriend will do anything to never let you stay mad at him even for just a second.
As you sat on a swing in the midst of almost empty playground, you lightly push yourself to sway, acquiring peace internally, gaze lingering through the otherside of the open space– looking at the kids who were about to leave.
A smile unconsciously creep up on your face when a kid tug her mom's hand. Showing how she got a star on her arm from doing great in class, while her mom softly giggled, eyes sparkling, adoring her kid's cuteness.
Suddenly, a pit of sadness and jealousy wash over you...thinking how you and your mom used to be so close.
Eyes were burning, you continued to aimlessly stared in distance, sure of bitterness latching on your expression until they fully went out of your sight. As your vision switches from afar to an old tree near you, noticing someone.
Tho he's standing behind the huge tree, you can clearly see him wearing gray hoodie, long-legged and broad shoulders– smirking when you finally acknowledge his eyes peering on you.
His orbs were intimidating and crazy, full of darkness and horrifying as he kept gazing up and down your figure. Bringing you in a state of consciousness, rigidly sitting upright with your hand clutching tightly on the swing's chain.
You gulped, feeling oddly cold in a sudden plus your phone startling you with sharp ringing, elicited you to tense up. You glance down your device, notifying you there's a new message delivered in your inbox, yet you couldn't bother to check it as you gawked when the male started to walk through your direction.
Eyes widening, being unable to hide your fear– you reacted so immediately by standing up and turning your back to leave the location while he jog on a faster pace, eager to be nearer you.
A hand clasp on your forearm halting your action, as an instinct, you began screaming— forcing the unknown male to clasp a hand on your mouth, muffling your noises as he firmly wrap his limbs on your frame from the back.
“Shhh... It's me baby.” he mumbled, draining all your blood for the same reason you realize who he is. “Uncle asked me to find you after you ran away that night. Did you know how badly you fucked me up?”
His menacing voice made half of your body faint, shutting down in fright. His presence were torture for you, fingers crawling through your jaw, encasing your cheeks firmly. You felt the back of your eyes sting, burning in shock and fear. You still tried to wriggle away from his grip. Sadly it's no use at all. Feeling his muscular arms tighten more around you– receiving a light squeeze on your hips through your thighs.
“Aww... You're so vulnerable. Are you starting to cry?” he coo, lips hitting your earlobe, “Don't worry, Don't be scared. I'm just here to bring you home.” emitting a mocking chuckle, penetrating through your ears.
At this point, you do not know what to do anymore. You froze, cold and in great panic. Not knowing how to respond while he began remorselessly dragging you away. You're body is shaking, tears unstoppably streaming down your cheeks— So desperately praying for someone to see and help you get away from this man who have brought you too much pain.
Shutting your eyes in wearisome, stomach began churning so bad too, yet still hoping this nightmare will end now.
One, Two more steps– you almost want to give up until you felt someone pulling you away, undefine and blurry sound of arguments resonating from the background– a person was grunting and cursing while another one pulling you into a tight hug, crying so bad, enough to drench your shirt.
The event just happened in a snap, so quickly that you didn't even notice your step dad already beaten his nephew, nagging him for what he's doing.
While your attention switches through your mom. She's staring at you with puff eyes, genuine concern written on her face– instinctively tucking some strand of your hair behind your ear.
“M-mom?” you blurt out in daze, yet you also couldn't hide that you're more than relieved to see her. Finally, first time for god who knows how long, your mother miraculously showed up to rescue you. “M-mommy...” you bawl out, sobbing heavily as you snuggled closed on her arms like a poor kid seeking for comfort.
“Y- yeah, It's me...” She sniffles, running a hand on your back, “I'm so sorry my child” Gulping in guilt while gradually locking an eye contact with you. “I'm so sorry for neglecting you for a long time.” she couldn't barely even mumble, hand is shaking in toilsome. “I'm so sorry. I couldn't protect you.”
Eyes glazing with tears, you slowly plastered a smile on your lips– indicating how you acknowledge her words. It felt like a dream, seeing your mom's soft approach towards you, her empathy and vulnerability. But unknown to you, you're mirroring her emotions, getting easier to gain your sympathy and approval.
She soothingly stroke your hair, hugging you tightly again, “Let's go home?” talking so warm, almost making you agree in her words in instant.
You backed away a little, reaching for both of her hands. “B- but I think, I- i need more time mom—”
“Why? Don't you miss me?” She cutted your words, brows are knitting already. “I've been looking for you these past few weeks, I'm so worried about you, I want you to go home.”
“I'm fortunately doing alright, don't worry about me.” You insist, earning a sigh from her.
“Alright, But can we at least talk for a moment? I want to know if you're really doing well.” She mumbled, gazing at you with so much anticipation, until you couldn't do anything but to nod and follow her.
Mark attempted to ring your phone again for the fourth time, his lips are purse, agitation painting his face while walking back and forth in the midst of dead silence living room.
It's been five hours since your school hours ended. He expected you to go home right after you finish classes but you're nowhere to be found. Another things is– he has other important commitments to do, but he is so preoccupied that he couldn't bring himself not to worry about you.
His phone stop beeping, followed by an operator's voice saying he's not able to reach you. He frustratedly ran a hand over his locks, faint tongue clicking emitting from him, getting furious. One more thing that making him restless is his colleagues, which is also calling for him consecutively, adding a lot more pressure on his current situation.
Again, he dialed your phone, placing the device against his ears when the door suddenly click, sound of front door passcode punching in to unlock the apartment. His ears quickly perking through the hall– echoing of footsteps evident while he jog to reach you immediately.
“Where have you been?” He began, watching you lazily took off your shoes, Too tired to talk at the moment, yet Mark couldn't take the hint– abruptly catching your arm in mid-air. “Hey, Answer me. I'm talking to you.” he almost yelled.
You stood straight and face him. His fuming eyes surprisedly met your puff and weary ones which made his grip momentarily gentle around your limb.
Proper words suddenly couldn't form in his lips. Eyes softening, studying your features, “W- what happened–” he didn't even finish his sentence, huffing as you unexpectedly pulled him in a hug, staying silent for the longest time. “Where have you been. I'm so worried about you.” he low-key utter, thumbs stroking your nape.
You continue to bury your face in his neck, breathe syncing with his. “M- mark... Can I be honest with you?” you murmur, hearing him hum and nod against your skin. “I met my mom earlier...” You began, pausing for a second. “We eat and talk... uhm– she actually wanted me to go home and—”
Mark suddenly took a one step backwards. His phone ringing, interrupting the nervous tension building up. He motioned that he needs to pick up the call, placing his phone on his ears, talking through the other line– but his eyes were staring intently on yours, as if he was communicating with your soul.
Subtly licking his bottom lips, you hear him hum as response to the caller. His palm gradually reaching to encase your cheeks, mouthing, “Let's talk when I get back.” before walking pass your form– leaving your words hanging through thin cold air.
Lids lazily fluttering open, you subconsciously rolled through the left side of the bed, followed by yawn emitting from your mouth. You spread your arms, reaching to hug your boyfriend when you remembered he have left hours ago, falling asleep in the process of waiting him get home.
Slowly, you rose from the comfy mattress, taking your phone to check the time– stating it's half an hour pass 3 am. Your eyes grew wide, confusion on where Mark could be at this time.
Immediately you leave the bedroom, gaze vigorously looking for him, just to spot the open balcony door. As quiet as possible, you walk carefully behind him, approaching with your arms enwinding around his form, eliciting him to tense up until he realizes it was just you.
“Why didn't you wake me up?” You mumble faintly, snuggling your face on his broad back.
“You seems to be in a deep sleep, you were snoring and I don't wanna interrupt your rest.” He responded, mischievously glimpsing at you before boring his eyes back in the distance.
“Hey, You don't have to tell me that.” You consciously blurt, unwrapping your arms around his trunk, playfully pushing him but he did not even budge, “Am I snoring too loud...?” you stepped beside him, wiping your face using the back of your hand, leaning next on the balcony railing like what he's doing.
You gaze with anticipation for his response, just to receive a smile of mischief from him. He unforseeably clasps a hand on your shoulder, gently turning you to face oppositely from him. Confused, you tried to look back but his grip wouldn't let you.
Next thing you know, he's brushing your hair away from your neck– cold metal coming in contact with your warm skin, pendant of the necklace dangling over your neckline.
As instinct, you latches over the accessory, admiring the gold rose necklace with a key-shaped pendant. “You like it?” Mark said, his hand anxiously squeezing your waist.
You showed him the biggest smile you could ever wear, nodding with enthusiasm. “I love it.” you singsong, nibbling the necklace in joy. “When did you get this?”
Mark halt, remembering why he bought the necklace for you in the first place. Nostalgic memories flashing back in his mind, his memory leading him to only one event happened in his life. His lids flicker back and forth the accessory and you, hesitant if he should tell it or not. “Please... I wanna hear it.” You blurted with persuasion, earning a sigh from him.
“Okay, remember the night we first met?” He began while you nod, signaling him to continue. “After you helped me. On my way home, I saw that necklace on a store and immediately thought of you. I bought it as a gift of gratitude but I never had the right chance to give it to you.”
“Oh, really?” you awe, imagining how deeper the sentimental value of the necklace for both of you. “So, you did find me to give this? How come you never just handed it.”
“Second time I saw you, you're with someone... I don't wanna bother you.” he murmured, confusing you about the person he's talking about. You cocked your brows, demanding for further elaboration while he break the eye-contact flusteredly. “Back then I thought Jaemin was your boyfriend... Don't judge me.”
You bit your inner cheek to restrain yourself from laughing, finding how cute his thoughts- oddly flattering sensation tingling down your stomach. “Is that so....”
“I said don't judge me.” he coo, crossing his arms.
“I'm not judging you,” you shamelessly giggled, “you're just so cute.” teasing him a little more until the atmosphere grew in comforting silence. “Y’know what, that night was so messed up...”
You choose to look in distance before continuing to talk. “Me and my mom got into a fight for a hundred times. And i felt so tired that i don't know what to do in my life anymore.” You mumble, chest tightening just thinking about the painful memory. “It was a toilsome cycle, that I couldn't escape. I always feel worthless, that I never did anything right nor good.”
“And For the first time, I really felt like ending my shitty life... So I snuck out but you got my attention.” you singsong, lightheartedly chuckling. “Then I went to help you and forgot the real reason why I left my room to supposedly kill myself.”
“Have you mention that incident to anyone before?” Mark asked in impulse, surprisingly getting empathetic more than he expected himself to be.
Realizing how he listen to you so attentively, you warmly gaze at him with a smile. “You're the first person to hear this.”
Mark smiled back, locking a deep contact while he soothingly stroke your shoulder. “So, what happened to the conversation with your mom?”
You began to tell him longer stories, having a hearty talk with Mark, but with one difference. You're now in the comfort of his embrace, both of you laughing and getting sad at the same time while waiting for the sun to meet the horizon.
Bustling sound of the campus reverberates, just like a normal day of a college students hasting around to meet their own goals and requirements. You sat in a bench in silence, reading some texts in peace when someone shamelessly approach you.
“Hi...” An oddly familiar ash-blond haired girl interlaced, motioning to bring down your book for a second. “Can I talk to you?”
You stared at her cluelessly on why on earth she would ask to talk to you for seconds, remembering she's one of the influential medical students this university has. “Uhm– yeah, sure? What is it?”
“Are you still ignoring Jaemin?” She imprudently utter, astonishing you. “I see, you don't have any idea but...” She added, confusing you more. “I know this is totally insane, I have never talk to you before but can I ask you a favor... Please talk to him.”
“W- wait, what? w- what are you saying?” You stammer astounded. “I'm lost right now. Why are you asking me that?”
“Because he is your friend?”
“Is he depressed?” You thoughtlessly blurt, receiving a judgemental look from her. “No? then what's the matter?”
“So Here is the catch, sweetie... You had a petty argument with him right..., then he told me he will never talk to me unless you both make up, why?” She babble, pinching her nose bridge. “He's mad at me because he wasn't able to talk to you because I interrupted him by asking questions about our group project. How ironic right?”
“What?”
“You heard it right... It's sad how handsome and smart he is, but acting so foolish when it comes to you.” She side-eyed, resting her hands on her hips. “I expected more from him tho, I really like him, I thought dating him was a good idea.”
“You dated him?” She huff, rolling her eyes on your question– wasn't expecting for you to hear it as she whispered to herself the last part of her sentence.
“Ask that jerk. He is in the library, Gotta go...” She left you dumbfounded, watching her walk out of your sight, still unable to process the information she have left.
Without second thoughts, you shove your book inside your bag, heading straight to the almost empty hall of the library in rush.
Not everyone is fond of this space full of books, some spend their free times here, studying, sleeping– tho not for long. But given the fact library is almost empty, despite the tall shelves and hundreds of books, it makes it easier to spot someone you're looking for.
You silently jog in the midst of the hall, reaching for the other corner where Jaemin is reading some forms. “What's up.” you took off his earpiece, shoving to your ears instead in the process.
“You're here.” His eyes sparkle, discarding what he's doing to focus on you, patting the seat next to him.
You slide to settle near his spot, “yeahhh... your classmate? i forgot her name. The one you've dated? I guess... She ask me to talk to you because you're being an asshole.” You coo, mischievously wiggling your brows while smirking at him.
His smiles immediately vanish, face were straight, cold as ice. “What did she told you?”
“She just asked me to talk to you, don't be too serious Jaem. It's alright...” You chuckle, nudging his arms. “You should've told me you had a girlfriend, why didn't you ever mention her to me?”
“Because I never considered her as a lover.” He answered bluntly while you frown at him. “It was just a small misunderstanding.”
“But she said she really likes you. Why would you date her if you doesn't feel the same.” You pursed your lips in disappointment, tapping your fingers on the wooden table. “You should've played with her feelings, y'know?”
“Why would you care about her so much?” Jaemin cocked his brows, squinting his eyes, asking you. “She wasn't your business anyway.”
“I'm just being sympathetic. It's hard to think some people can disregard other people's feelings without feeling guilt.” You objectively expresses you thoughts while his forehead knitted more.
“What are you trying to say?”
“I didn't mean anything. Why are you being like that?” You chuckle nervously, looking anywhere but Jaemin.
Brushing your nape to ease the innermost tension churning up your guts, you continue to nibble on your bottom lip, while he unexpectedly grab your forearm just to bring your gazes back at him.
Jaemin attempt to lower down his grudge yet his orbs were already darker, flickering through you. “Why don't you ask the reason i tried dating her in the first place.” He blurted, pain latches on his tune.
You flinch when his grip tighten, forcefully trying to get back your arm— not wanting to continue this kind of talk. It doesn't feel right, him abruptly bringing you in a hotseat. “It's because of you...” He continue, not caring whether you feel alright or not. “How come you couldn't see all my efforts. Are you happy I'm hurting?”
Your heart sink, staring at him out of daze. He is your bestfriend. No matter how bullshit it sounds, you told yourself you can never date him unless you wanted to ruin your friendship. Isn't that what he want since the beginning...
“You're floating in cloud nine, being lovey-dovey with him while I get to watch in agony.” Jaemin continue, hands gripping both your shoulder. “Isn't so unfair how your eyes telling me, you never meant to hurt me. Then why does everytime you have to see and meet him, I get to cover things up for you. How insensitive.”
You shut you eyes, tears pouring down your cheeks while Jaemin practically vent out his feelings in front of your face. You felt your throat dried in despair, getting nausea in a sudden. “Don't blame me Jaemin,” You barely even mumble, taking one of his hands off your shoulder. “I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to unintentionally hurt you. I really just thought this is what you like from me. To be just your friend.”
“You already drew the line when you told your cool-popular friends, how you befriended me because your parents begged you not to let me feel out-casted.” You reminisce your childhood, bitterly laughing at him. “eight grade wasn't it. Before our gym class.”
“Y- you heard us?”
“I was about to confess that i like you that day. I've plan it so perfectly, I was just lucky enough that i had a chance to back away.”
Jaemin's orbs shake in anxiousness. His shoulder dropping dishearteningly, defeated by the truth of past. “I never mean it...Did i ever make you feel that way?”
“Fortunately no.” you lick you drying lips, “Despite that incident, I'm thankful for your presence Jaemin.” taking his palm with gentle strokes at the back of his hand. “I really do tried my best to pretend i never heard those words. Because Even for once, You never made me feel you're befriending me because you have to. And I'm so thankful.”
“You're not mad at me?” Jaemin mumbled so low, sadness glistening in his orbs.
Heart thumping, you smile endearingly to ease his worry, shooking your head. “You are my bestfriend. I would never be mad at you. You're my—”
In impulse, Jaemin cupped your cheeks and smashes his plump lips against yours, body tensing up and eyes widening in process. His one hand snake through your nape while other one against your back, pulling you nearer his frame while exerting so much love and passion through the kiss. You let him brushes his tongue on your bottom lips, accidentally reciprocating it by closing your eyes to endure the feeling of confusion.
You've never experience this kind of situation before. You're tore apart between consoling your friend and the fact you're committing a sin by kissing another man aside from your boyfriend which is against your moral.
One... Two... Three more seconds, you immediately, push him off, frustratedly rubbing you face in guilt with both hands before swiftly taking your bag to leave the suffocating room.
Since then, the only thought that was running in your mind is to not let Mark know what happened between you and Jaemin. You've felt so happy with Mark. Everything went so smoothly between you two. It was almost perfect actually... but your guilt, your conscience continuously hunt for you.
jaemin [11:25 am] : can we talk?
jaemin [01:15 pm] : don't ignore me, please...
jaemin [03:19 pm] : message me if you're ready to talk.
jaemin [05:37 pm] : do you even check your phone?
jaemin [06:52 pm] : answer my calls.
“Your phone keeps beeping, aren't you going to check that?” Mark coo, shoving a spoonful of rice in his mouth to munch.
Your forehead creased, humming in response. “It was just spam messages. Can't be bothered to check it.”
Mark cluelessly shrugged. You're glad he didn't dig into details and force you to check it, he just proceeded to talk about other topics. When you suddenly choke on your food, seeing the next few messages being delivered through your inbox.
You immediately unlock your phone, scanning through the texts messages in great shock– before archiving them.
jaemin [07:00 pm] : talk to me... why the fuck would kiss back if you never felt the same way towards me. you're freaking confusing me.
jaemin [07:01 pm] : let's fix this please...
jaemin [07:02 pm] : as much as i love you, i don't wanna lose you, call me. please...
Your inner self cried in agony. This is so fucked up, chest tightening. Mark suddenly notice your silence, assuming you couldn't breathe properly. He instinctively handed you a glass of water to chug, sitting beside you to tap your back, helping you to recover from being choke. “You alright?”
“Yeah.. Thank you.” You murmur, smiling while rubbing your chest in circular motion.
Mark hummed, stroking your back, “By the way, I'm planning to invite my friends to come over.” he mumble, glancing at you for approval. “They want to finally meet you in person. Are you down with the idea?” You shook your head with vigor, plastering a tremendous smile in agreement while he fist mid-air in delightfulness, “Great... Invite Jaemin too.”
This time, you choke on your own saliva, looking at him with pure surprise. “What?” he smirk, cocking his brow. “You're suprised?... I was just thinking, I should get to know him since he's your only friend. I'll try to be nice to him like you always wanted.”
“Am I dreaming... W- why just now?” you gulped, locking a deep eye contact with Mark while he smile, shrugging before sitting back on his chair, leaving you in utterly shock. Tell me you're kidding. Fuck.
← PART TWO || PART FOUR →
Again, i'm sorry for making everyone wait. I also had a major problem with the plot, i thought of changing it, adding some more details. I get so perfectionist before publishing my stories so please bear with me. Andddddd i'm sorry if there are repetition, or any mistakes. idk. i feel so bad for making my characters suffer.
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Summary : Haechan put you in his mind game, he flirts and the conquest other people, you found out about it, what will you do? Continue this fake love or say goodbye to him?
words: 693 words
A/N: Hello moonlights! Welcome to my first serie “How to break a heart”, It’s been a while since I’ve written long fics so sorry if it’s not so good, Thank you for reading this!Hope you enjoy, follow me, be a moonlight 🌙
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Haechan always liked to flirt, I mean that's how he won your heart, in a few words, a mind game between you and him, and in just one conversation, he had you in his hand.
You can't deny it, Haechan is completely charming, apart from his handsome features, he knows how to hold a conversation, wind people up and keep them with him. So you weren't surprised when you found him flirting and kissing some girl at your engagement party.
You met him at a university party, he was already acquainted with some of his friends, so it didn't take long to be introduced, Haechan was extremely friendly asked questions about your personal life, his eyes they were bright, mysterious, as if he was hiding something and with that came his smile, he managed to absorb you in a way that in just a few minutes you just agreed with him without even listening.
Dates with Haechan became frequent, he sometimes called you in the middle of the night to meet, but you knew you weren't the only one who received this treatment from him, you often saw him with other girls, they smiling like silly for him, he doesn't date, his friends said.
Haechan never asked you to date, and one day after putting up seeing him with others so many times, you confronted him about how much he really love you.
"Well, why do you say that, doll? He speaks cornering you into the wall."
"If you loved me, you wouldn't flirt with any girl."
"And who defined the word love? Flirting doesn't mean I love that person, I'm just having fun, you should respect, don't you want me to have fun?"
And here it is, the mind games he played to keep you with him.
"I want you to have fun".
"Then don't talk about it again."
In another episode you caught him kissing another girl, after confronting him again he said:
"She kissed me first I was going to walk away when you came in".
"You didn't look like you were going away…."
"Why don't you trust me doll? You should trust me, I trust you, why you can´t do the same?"
There was a silence where you just look into his glowing eyes. He continues:
"I've been thinking, marry me, let's be happy just the two of us."
"If I marry you, will you stop cheating on me?"
Sure doll, I promise, you will be mine."
At first Haechan kept his promise, being always on time at home, remaining loyal while your marriage was planned. A big wedding would be done, in a big hall, on a farm and fireworks, a dream wedding all paid for by Haechan's parents who had a lot of money. Because Haechan had a lot of money, everything you wanted he would buy you, jewelry, clothes, electronics you just had to ask him, even though he could give you everything, love he couldn't, his kisses felt as out of place as if he was forced to do that.
"And wonder how Haechan proposed s/n he always said he would live a life of flirting, it's weird to think of him as a family man" said Jeno once.
You knew Haechan wasn't able to keep his promise for a long time, so his comings home became less frequent and the booze and cigarette smell that inhaled him showed everything.
You put up with it all, and in the blink of an eye the wedding happened, as promised a big party, after you received compliments from everyone you went looking for your husband to dance the famous waltz.
You found him with another girl in a dark area of the farm, he said:
"You intrigue me doll, you called me and now you are mine."
You knew Haechan was making a new conquest, but you didn't care.
You walked away and enjoyed the party.
As the years passed, Haechan still have his conquists and you still have his money and name on paper.
This marriage would continue regardless of his achievements, it was the only way you could feel love, even if it's fake love.
An: Not me posting this in class hushh. Here you go Kyu darling~
Y/n was stressed. She was stressed, and Jungwon was bored. Bored of watching his girlfriend stress over an exam he knew she was well capable of passing. Watching y/n sigh in frustration for the nth time that evening, the 17-year-old stood up and shut the book, an equally frustrated sound leaving his mouth. Y/n clearly wasn’t going anywhere with her studying; although Jungwon was sure she’d do just fine – months of regular study, exam practice and a secured place as top of the class was all the assurance he needed.
“Wonnie?” y/n asked, amused as Jungwon pulled her out of her seat and towards their coats. “I need to study right now; you know how much this exam means to me.”
“Of course, I know baby, but this is way too much!” Jungwon explained, reaching for y/n’s coat and continuing as he reached for his own shoes. “You’ll overexert yourself y/n-ah. Come on, have you had a single study break since I got here?”
Summary: The two of you had always wanted to go on a date to Cafe Midnight, where you got to sip coffee under the thousand stars. But after life keeps taking unexpected turns, will both of you be able to make it?
Event: For 500 followers milestone
WC: 2544
A/N: Cherryyyyyyyyyyyyy @sakuracheol I hope you like this btw your taste in art is immaculate but i really hope you like the fluff
Warnings: just boyfriend Taem being too floofly for my poor heart.
Tagging: @aquamarinenymph @fifty-shades-of-mischeif @xavi-in-kpopland @whatudoing @midnightmoi @shrutiajit @cerisetalks @exoxobsession @iminchaosnow @wonwobbles (If you want to be added to my taglists, fill in this form)
“Hello."
Her eyes fluttered open slowly. Taemin felt his heart catch as she looked at him in a daze, trying to focus on him.
He wanted to kiss every inch of her face till his heart was satisfied. But he knew that never was going to happen so instead placed one hand on her cheek.
"Good morning.” She whispered, as he ran his thumb over her soft lips.
He wrapped his hands around her and pulled her in closer. She snuggled into him burying her face into his soft t-shirt.
“Good morning baby. Did you sleep well?” He asked, pulling the blanket to cover her body carefully. He pressed his lips against her head, placing a soft kiss.
He felt her nod.
“It hurts, but I’m fine.” She whispered.
Taemin pouted, causing her to laugh.
“Don’t make such a sad face, baby. I know it will get better.”
She cupped his face and pressed a light kiss on his soft, plump lips, to which he responded by grabbing the back of her head and kissing her.
“I love you so much,” she whispered.
Placing another kiss, he pulled her so that she was over him. She propped herself up with her elbows and stared at him, before booping his nose.
“I love your nose so much.” She said, Taemin’s eyes fluttering close. She placed a small kiss on his button nose.
"And your lips.” She kissed his lips, and his lips curved into a smile.
Her lips grazed his jaws lightly as her kisses moved southward, and she felt Taemin entangle his hand in her hair.
She kissed the throbbing pulse right under his jaw softly. Taemin sighed softly and she kissed his neck gently, when his phone alarm went off.
Donghyuck likes the warmth that you emit, he pushes his cheek closer to your leg at the nice feeling of it spreading through his cheeks. Or when you poke his cheek playfully, and tap a small beat on it, it's oddly affectionate.
Donghyuck finds no more interest in the drama, all his attention has shifted to you, everything about you. The tip of your fingers that drag softly along his scalp when you run your hand through his hair, the way your lips curl up at a funny scene, how they move when you mumble how his hair is incredibly soft.
⚠ Warnings; major character death, mentions of blood, and reader being stabbed by a tree branch.
✎ Summary; When the biggest day of your life turned into a nightmare that eric wanted to wake up from. Only to realize that this is the reality and he’ll have to live knowing that was the truth.
⸙ A/n; some sexy changes to my fic format 😩☝️ anyways this wasn’t supposed to happen so i am so sorry. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE CUTE BUT THEN I JUST SKDBKSKSJ💔💔💔 also excuse any typos or incorrect grammar. It’s 4am and my insomnia is just ?#!(#)!!@)#)82+3+#)#!
P: Changkyun (IM) x gender neutral reader - Monsta X | G: fluff, timestamp| Inc: period comfort, implied afab reader bc of period, takeout, cramps, back rubs, changkyun having a nap | Wc: 332 | W: food, period/blood | R: PG
An: I need this rn
Head lolled backwards as they scrunched their face in pain, y/n groaned in pain as another onslaught of cramps started, the twisting agony in their abdomen impossible to ignore. Bookmarking, closing and putting their book to the side, y/n brought their knees to their chest, breathing through what was going to be another 6 days of cramps. Stuck on the living room sofa, the brunet could only hear what presumably was the sounds of Changkyun stirring from his nap in their bedroom.
Yawning the remnants of sleep away as he poked his head into the living room, Changkyun sighed at the sight of y/n huddled on the sofa. Walking over and taking a seat beside them, he pressed a gentle kiss to their forehead before rubbing their back. Chuckling when y/n’s boba-eyed expression met his own, the 25-year-old slowly lowered y/n’s legs and reached over for the folded blanket.
“Hey there precious, are the cramps getting really bad?” Leaning their head on his shoulder, y/n nodded, eyebrows furrowed together.
“Mhm…Kyun-ah, am I dying?” Y/n asked, eliciting a ‘not-amused-but-that-was-funny’ smile from their boyfriend. “…it does feel like it though.”
“I don’t doubt you baby; let me get you some paracetamol, and I’ll call takeout, hmm?” Changkyun offered, one which was gladly accepted as y/n clenched their fists in pain. Getting up and returning to the sofa with two paracetamol tablets and a bottle of water, Changkyun let y/n wash the painkillers while he ordered food.
Gently running his hand through y/n’s hair while they slept, Changkyun’s attention was drawn to the door once their delivery had arrived. Lifting y/n’s head up and replacing the space where his lap was with a cushion, Changkyun made his way to the door, opening it and taking the takeout bag from the delivery driver. Bringing the food to the table and setting up the cutlery, the rapper lightly shook y/n’s shoulder, a gentle smile on his face.
Summary: Something had been dragging your heart to Icaria, though you were unsure of the reasons. Yet, upon reaching there, the unexpected turn of events make you question your identity. And of the man whose life you saved.
Event: For 500 followers milestone
WC: 2874 [these weren’t supposed to cross 500]
A/N: OMG Mia I had so much fun writing this like I’ve always wanted to do an Icarus au since he’s my fav Greek character so thank you for this request I hope you like it! Beta read by the amazing @stayinzencity i dont know what I would have done without you.
Warnings: character deaths, me butchering Greek Myth so that it fits this story
Tagging: @aquamarinenymph @fifty-shades-of-mischeif @xavi-in-kpopland @whatudoing @midnightmoi @shrutiajit @cerisetalks @exoxobsession @iminchaosnow (If you want to be added to my taglists, fill in this form)
The cold waters of the Icarian Sea swirled under her feet and she let out a long sigh, the feeling of impending doom too much to bear.
Why she had come running here all across the globe was something even she wasn’t sure of. But something, some tiny voice or a small part of her had been screaming for weeks to come here.
Closing her eyes, she tried to calm herself down, but the uncomfortable feeling inside her just wouldn’t go away. If anything, the feeling had increased ever since she stepped her feet on the island of Icaria.
A cold wind blew, and her eyes snapped open.
She looked around wildly, but there was no one except for her. Very few people visited the island at this time and the only person on the beach was her.
And yet she heard it distinctly.
A voice whispering her name.
She looked towards her right, the direction towards which the wind was blowing. There was nothing but waves crashing on the rocks.
The wind blew again, and she heard her name again. But this time, she felt her legs being carried towards that direction.
Where am I going? She thought. No, what am I doing-
Her thought process was cut off abruptly as she saw it crash heavily against the rocks.
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This is for the Resonance Beach collab by @amorajae Thank you for letting me a part of this! It was a lot of fun to write.
- Pairing: Surfer Hendery x Female Reader
- Genre: Smut & Humor
- Warnings: Drinking, protected sex, oral male receiving, and fingering.
- Word Count: 4K
You sat on the beach on a towel, staring out over the ocean waves, you breathed in the scent of the ocean water. You admired the view, well more like the view of the men. Where you had happened to sit the first day seemed to have a lot of hot surfer guys, so you kept coming back to the same spot almost daily. Your shades covered your wandering eyes as you eyed all of the men. Most were shirtless wearing low-riding swim trunks. You wanted to go flirt with one, as you really wanted at least one summer fling, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You sighed and laid back on the beach towel, squinting your eyes behind the glasses because of the sun. Maybe you should just go back to the hotel you thought, I mean you probably had a better chance at a bar or something where you could ingest some liquid courage. You sat up to gather your stuff when you stopped, a new surfer was there. It had been the same group of people the last couple of days. You raised your eyebrow, he was attractive. His hair was black and his jawline sharp. He was talking with the other group, although he didn’t seem to know them, his smile was quite attractive.
He walked away from the group, set his board down, and pulled his shirt over his head making you draw in a deep breath. He had clearly defined abs and a small frame.
angst (?), fluff (towards the end!) mentions of taeyong, swearing (LOADSS)
WC- 0.966k words, female reader.
"Why are you staring at me like that? It's creeping me out." Hyuck tutted at you and turned to his laptop.
"Why the fuck did you call me over if you were gonna play video games anyways, idiot." Your face scrunched and you turned away from him in annoyance.
"I mean, the guys wanted to play, I couldn't say no. There's a thing called loyalty you know?" Hyuck turned to you and saw your body as it twisted on his bed, away from him while he played games for "loyalty."
"You didn't tell us that Y/n was coming to see you." Jeno said in Haechan's headphones and Haechan left a heavy sigh. "Damn man! SHOOT! TO YOUR FUCKING LEFT! OMG ARE YOU FUCKING BLIND???? CHENLE GIVE COVER." Your boyfriend shouted into the headphones like a madman and you couldn't be less annoyed.
You got up and left him alone in his room with his games. Your feet dragged along the floor and you found yourself in Taeyong's room in no time. Taeyong gave you a small smile as you plopped onto his bed. "Is he playing games?" Taeyong asked and he turned back to his phone, smiling at a reel on Instagram.
"Yeah." You sighed and looked at him, Taeyong gave you a sad smile and gestured for you to come closer.
He hugged you and your mouth left multiple sighs during that one hug. "It's okay, he'll be done soon, you can stay with me till then." He said, trying to cheer you up.
He got up from his place and pulled out a few bags and placed them in front of you, "I went shopping with Yuta yesterday. You wanna see what we bought?" Your eyes lit up and you pulled the bags closer to yourself.
You unwrapped each bag and giggled to yourself as Taeyong tried it on and showed you everything dramatically. "Look at this little, shiny chain." Taeyong giggled and his hands held yours, "Don't tell anyone, but, CHAIN FLEX!" You giggled at his actions and you laughed as he pulled the chain and pulled his tongue out when he shouted Flex.
Laughters soon filled the room and you found yourself getting amused as Taeyong showed you everything he bought. "You have to take me shopping with you the next time, because I love everything you guys bought, it's just so pretty." You picked up a t-shirt and smiled at it, "This one! I love this one. Wear it again." You instructed Taeyong cutely and he complied.
Taeyong walked out of the washroom and he smiled at you when your eyes scanned the t-shirt on him. "Please tell me you'll wear this on a date." You pleaded with your eyes and his eyes widened, "What date?" Taeyong said and plopped down beside you.
"Like when you go on a date, you'll wear this." You said and he smiled, "I got worried for a second, I thought you're setting me up with someone." Your palm assessed the fabric and you smiled at Taeyong, he had an amazing choice.
"There you are." Haechan shouted loudly and your face turned into a scoff faster than you had expected. "Come on, we're going out." Haechan said and smiled. "I'm not going anywhere with you, Mr. Lee." You rolled your eyes and turned away.
Haechan had been watching you and Taeyong since the time he pulled the shopping bags out. He felt jealous but there wasn't much that he could do to sort it out. He would just make you even more angry than you already were.
So he waited and when he couldn't hold himself anymore he walked in between the two of you. He wanted to make you laugh and giggle like that and seeing someone else do it fuelled him to the brim. He grabbed your wrist and made you turn to look at him, "I said, we're going out." He pulled you out of Taeyong's room and took you to his, shutting the door violently.
"Lee Haechan, what the fuck?" You said and held your wrist in pain. "Why don't you understand stuff?"
"Why don't you understand that you do this literally every time? I come here, sit on your bed waiting for you for hours and then you'll come to me once you're done at your own convenience and you are always busy even if I'm here. I never complain about you not giving me enough time, but even the little time we have together, you ruin it. Just tell me if you don't need me here."
Tears slipped from your eyes and you turned away from him, he stared at you and guilt filled his chest as he realised what you said was true. His arms slowly tried to hold you but you resisted by pushing your shoulder back.
You finally gave in and turned to him and cried softly in his chest, "Can't you tell I love you?" You said and sobbed louder. His eyes widened and he pulled away from the hug, "What did you say?"
"I love you, dumbfuck." You said and wiped your tear stained cheeks. "I'm sorry baby, I love you too." He said and kissed your cheeks.
"I'll never do this again, i didn't realize that i had been doing this. I'm at fault." Haechan said and your chest filled with a sense of pride as he said sorry and apologized.
Haechan never apologizes and that's one reason why your fights always drag on, but today for the first time in your relationship, he was ready to admit his fault. He took full responsibility and he didn't cower away. His stance was firm when he held you close to him and kissed you.
"We can still go out to that dinner you know?"
A/n; pls this is my first haechan story, I'm so nervous ㅠ.ㅠ
Summary : Trying to get Baekhyun’s attention was a big mistake
Requested: Yes (resquests are open)
Hey! No pressure to do this but could write something where the reader is like distracting baekhyun while he plays video games? And is very cute and fluffy! Sorry if this is cringy, you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to!
A/N: Anon I hope I was able to meet your expectation of fluff. I’m trying really hard to make it better
WC: 0.4K
Warnings: None
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“Baekhyun!” You whined, gently hitting his arm for the millionth time. “Listen to me just once!”
Not even tearing his eyes away from the screen, he quickly nudged you with his elbows, indicating you to go on.
You humphed in annoyance, as you watched your boyfriend continue to play his video games intensely, barely paying any attention to you.
He had been going on for nearly four hours today, and all you were asking was for a little time with him before you went to bed and he refused to give you that.
“How can you hear me if you have your headphones on?” You asked, annoyance creeping into your voice.
He deliberately ignored you.
So you decided to use your special trick: your seductiveness.
Slowly you leaned into him so that your lips brushed his neck slightly. You felt him stiffen under your touch.
“Y-Y/N?” He asked.
“Hmmm?”
“What do you think you are doing?”
You kissed his neck slowly.
“Trying to get your attention, love.” You kissed his cheeks softly and you felt him blush. You looked at him, pleased with your action when you saw the look of horror in his face.
That’s when you heard it.
Sitting close to him, you could clearly hear Sehun’s laughter through his headphones followed by the other members, and you froze.
Now your cheeks heated up.
“W-What-”
“My camera was on!” Baekhyun wailed.
“Why didn’t you tell me before?” You screamed, hitting him.
“You were out of the camera range! How would I know-”
“Ugh! I hate you!” You sobbed, as tears flooded your eyes. You got up from there and ran away, towards your bedroom.
You crept into the sheets and rolled yourself up, cursing yourself for your haste actions.
You wanted to go to sleep, but the thought of the teasing you would have to endure the next day made it impossible.
After some time you heard the bedroom door open, but you ignored it. You even ignored the dipping of the bed as Baekhyun climbed in beside you.
It was only when he wrapped his arm around you, you broke down into tears again.
“Hey.” He whispered, pulling you close to his chest. His warmth was comforting beyond words.
“Why are you crying?” He asked, kissing your cheeks softly, your tears wetting his lips.
You sniffled and ignored him, and he turned you towards him.
“Baby, are you worried they will make fun?” He asked, placing soft kisses on your lips. You nodded slowly before burying your face in his chest, basking in his warmth and scent.
You felt him kiss your head.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you.” He muttered, before kissing your lips again.
A/N:Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!
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an: aww this was inspired by when Johnny, Mark and Doyoung went to Johnny’s old elementary school and just messed around, with a bit of a more intimate, friendly take to it. This is my favourite fluff story that I've ever written. Listen to “Dive Into You” by Seori and eaJ.
You were both surrounded by nothing but the vast, colourful sky as you faced the horizon of the grassy field. The swings that were previously swaying had gradually come to a slower pace and were now motionless. They did not waver in the gentle evening breeze, nor did the creaking metal disturb the serenity of the setting sun.
Jungwoo sat beside you on top of the monkey bars. It would be seen as dangerous for a child to do, as is anything, for restrictions applied to both children and adults. It’s a harsh truth you’ve been forced to accept growing up.
But here you were, breaking through the norms of all people: sneaking into an abandoned playground with your best friend as the sun was going down, living your life to the fullest. It was possibly illegal. The park might have been scheduled for demolition. But it never stopped you from playing around as your giggles echoed blissfully through the warm wind.
It was Jungwoo who helped you to see this dawn of happiness that lives deep inside: the inner child with wild dreams and a reason to look forward to every day. As you glanced at him and saw the final ray of sun trace his defined features, you were reminded of that reason for living.
He told you one day that a slide always has an upwards ladder for when you hit the ground. And that he would never let you go down without him.
He would be your playground for longer than time, and sunsets, and growing up could ever tell.
A/N: Requested by the ever so lovely Mona, @kurosism
“I’M IN A DROUGHT SO I NEED JAY FLUFF PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE 🥺 ooh, maybe secret admirer…“
Making sure there was no one in the room, you quickly walked in and shut the door quietly. Trying hard to content the wide smile forming on your face, you quickly walked over to his desk.
Placing a packet of bread and banana milk on the desk, you take out a pen and a pad of sticky notes. Not even hesitating to think about what to write, your hand immediately started brushing against the table, leaving beautifully written letters formed in beautiful sentences onto the piece on paper.
