part of the visions series; inspired by and set in the world of genshin impact.
pairing: huang renjun x gn. reader
genre: angst, fantasy
word count: 1.1k
warnings: brief mention of death
taglist: @jenoxygen @zlmzym @vantaecult
yes, I know you can’t see jackshit from the top of dragonspine but pretend for a second that you can (fuck dragonspine by the way).
The cold burned.
It burned through the thickest layers of your clothing and embraced your limbs with flame, leaving painfully dry patches along your skin. Your limbs ached and your legs screamed with each step through the snow, but Renjun paid no mind. You stumbled after him, gripping a flask of tea and searching for a warmth that had long since departed; a measly bit of hot water proved futile against the cold of early morning, but having something to hold onto helped. Silenced your worries. After all, the mountains were supposedly the most dangerous place in the country—cursed with eternal snowfall and diseased with the venom of an ancient dragon, its hills and valleys riddled with monsters. Yet here you were, scaling the summit at sunrise.
It was still unclear why you were here; Renjun had roused you sometime in the early dawn, before the sun had even risen, shoved breakfast into your arms and told you to get dressed. It wasn’t much of a rare occurrence; although, on most days you’d trek east to the cliffs, or down to the ocean. Maybe venture across the border and camp out in the wilderness. Renjun took his research across the plains and through temple ruins, but rarely did he set foot in the mountains.
“How much further?” You called out, struggling to catch up with him. Your boots always sunk a couple inches too far into the snow, and the pack you carried on your shoulder was like a load of stones strapped to your chest: various glass vials, runes and preserved flowers you were worried would shatter and crumble if you moved too quickly.
gifts bestowed by the gods. dreams, aspirations, ambitions.
members: 7 dream x reader
genre: fantasy, fluff, angst
expected length: 7-14k total, 1-2k each
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a short series inspired by and set in the world of genshin impact. for those who are unfamiliar with the game, the world of teyvat is ruled by seven gods of seven different elements. the gods grant people visions, the ability to manipulate the elements. the references i make throughout these one shots are pretty subtle, this was really just some practice with a different style of writing and a different genre :)
all of the photos in the headers were taken in game.
branches of a distant sea
mark lee, electro; the determination and will of lightning.
coming soon
crystalline blooms
huang renjun, cryo; the boldness and steadfastness of ice.
coming soon
perpetual hearts
lee jeno, geo; the strength of stone and earth.
coming soon
dandelion seeds
lee donghyuck, anemo; the freedom and journey of blowing wind.
coming soon
sakura blooms
na jaemin, dendro; the healing spirit and wisdom of nature.
coming soon
chaos circuits
zhong chenle, pyro; the passion and determination of fire.
coming soon
star conches
park jisung; the longetivity and responsibility of flowing water.
Both you and Renjun turned to stare at the boy in question, who was curled up on the other couch with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a pillow covering his face. Only his eyes were peeking out from behind the fabric, wide and fearful as they stared at the television.
It was Friday night, which meant movie night for you and the six other boys that occupied your living room. Mark was the only one missing, but he’d called to say that he had a family gathering to attend and wouldn’t make it. Jaemin and Jeno were sitting on the beanbag chairs you’d dragged down from your room, Donghyuck was sitting on the other side of Renjun and Chenle was currently in the kitchen. Typically, everyone took turns each week to pick a movie and when it was your turn, you’d picked the one genre that you knew your best friend would hate — horror. Of course, you did it out of the goodness of your heart, knowing that Renjun needed a couple of good heart attacks in his life or else he wasn’t experiencing what it meant to live. Surprisingly, he’d been fairly calm throughout the night, which was suspicious and a total opposite to his usual jumpy self.
“You know, I thought you’d be using me as a human shield by now,” you said, nudging him with your elbow.
He rolled his eyes. “Please, this movie is so bad that anyone can see the jumpscares coming from miles away.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really now? Nice to see that you’ve finally grown a pair and not shit yourself like you did last time.”
“Excuse me, that is incorrect. I merely cried a little, that’s all.”
“You locked yourself in my bathroom for an hour because you didn’t want Hyuck to laugh at you until you’d calmed down.”
“Of course I didn’t want him to laugh at me! He never lets me live shit down, especially this.”
There was a loud shushing noise from Jaemin, who glared in your direction with an annoyed look on his face. Mouthing an apology to him, the two of you fell quiet.
As the sounds of screams increased from the movie, you felt Renjun’s arm slightly shift against yours, his fingers just barely touching your own under the blanket. Smiling to yourself, you let him hold your hand — a sign that as much as he tried to put on a brave front, he still wasn’t a fan of horror. His facial expression was calm, but the way that his body tensed said otherwise.
“Are you sure you’re not going to cry?” you whispered with a grin.
Renjun shook his head, his voice slightly strangled. “Absolutely not.”
“Then why are you about to cut off the circulation to my hand?”
“Hey, where is the-”
He let out a shriek as Chenle suddenly appeared, his body falling sideways into yours as laughter filled the living room. With a hand clutching at his chest and the other tightly squeezing yours, he sighed defeatedly as he straightened back up, his face red from being caught off guard. Chenle shrugged and disappeared back into the kitchen, clearly confused about whatever had just happened.
“So, what was that about not being scared?” you teased Renjun.
pairing: son of apollo!jaemin x daughter of hades!reader
genre: fluff, slight angst
word count: 13.2k
author’s note: 3/4 done! omg i never thought we’d make it with all the emotional rollercoasters i’ve been on with this series 🥴 anyways thank you all so much for the love so far and i hope you guys like it! read the my 00 liner x camp half-blood series here!
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Of all the ways you thought your Saturday morning would go, spending it in the Underworld is definitely last on the list.
You are, or technically your soul is, currently standing in the middle of the throne room in Hades’ Palace. It’s your first time here, so you make sure to take in the architecture since you’re assuming this is the last thing you’ll ever see before you’re sent off to one of the various sectors of the Underworld. The entire palace is made out of obsidian, the floors are bronze, and there are very minimal decorations. You notice a few skeleton soldiers scuttling around, but they don’t stay for longer than a few seconds.
The fact that the place is so wide and empty makes it extremely difficult for you to continue avoiding the giant elephant, or rather god, in the room right in front of you.
The ruler of the Underworld and your dear old dad, AKA Hades himself, is sitting on his onyx throne made of bones with a very sour look on his face. He’s staring down at you, shaking his head with disapproval. His wife and goddess of spring, Persephone, is sitting beside him as she worriedly looks back and forth from you to him.
“So, does this mean I’m dead?” you ask sheepishly, finally breaking the grim silence.
though dancing is not as touched upon for reader as artistry is for jun
✧ wc: 4.4k
✧ genre: fluff, angst; best friends to lovers
✧warnings: language, brief description of a nightmare, cheating, suggestive? sorta.
"shove off, you bastard. i hope your mom chokes on a bag of cocks today and your dad gets his beer bottle shoved up his ass!"
the sudden and very vulgar outburst brought attention to the relatively short male in the back of the classroom. no one knew who he was. hell, they didn't even realize he could even speak. he was always mute and his ‘cool’ demeanor didn't help his case. silence followed for the next few seconds until a certain individual cracked, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"dude, what type of fake british accent was that? you sounded like marie antoinette, but male. and very, very american. and she had had her head cut off already!"
the male that seemed to prattle off nonsensical insult after insult, lee felix, was doubled over. your fellow classmate’s arms were wrapped around his sides, laughter practically deranged. but, it helped. the merriment and joy the laughter brought.
it eased the tension in the room. soon, the whole class had reached a volume that could only be described as boisterous, cacophonous laughter permeating into every corner of the classroom. even the assistants in the class laughed. the teacher had a very strong look of distaste on her face. but, even the corners of her lips were turned up.
"jun! what the heck? i said at lunch, not in the middle of math class!"
another voice rang out. it was yours. the sentence wasn't heard very clearly, though. even you were laughing. the room seemed to be alight with a positive aura. and not even the quiet kid at the back of the class, huang renjun, (who also doubled as your best friend) could hide his smile. not even he could deny how relaxed the atmosphere had gotten.
of course, all good things must come to an end, right? and that moment of seemingly infinite bliss? oh, that was simply too good of a thing for you to experience. it was such a blessing of a moment, that you ought to have deemed it a curse.
your dream quickly turned for the worse as the vivid colors flashing behind your eyelids darkened, the joyous laughter from before transforming into something more sinster. you had no idea what was happening, the younger you being replaced with you from the present as you were being caged in by-
—
you awoke with a start, a hand clutching your chest. that wasn't exactly a memory you were fond of. you probably would've been close to forgetting about it if you hadn't dreamt of it tonight. when you took in your surroundings, the realization that you weren't in the dance studio anymore hit you.
that was the last place you remember leaving your room to go to, planning on venting out your frustrations in a form of art. and seeing as drawing and making music weren't exactly your forte, perfecting choreography was your next best choice.
seeing as how someone had to come and find you, that may not have exactly gone according to plan. every time you moved your legs, sharp pains shot throughout the rest of your body. sure, you could call it ordinary soreness. but, unfortunately, you have become painstakingly aware of how many bruises seemed to accumulate when you danced while upset.
but, that was beside the point. the pain could wait. right now you’d rather focus on the fact that you were in a bed. a very nice one in fact, although there was something wrong. you couldn't quite place your finger on it but maybe it had to do with the person sleeping next to you.
wait, there's a person in the bed. next to you. sleeping. next to you. and they’re…shirtless?
you had to stop yourself from emitting a scream that would've awoken the penguins in antarctica. instead, you settled on scrambling out of the bed, relieved to find that you still adorned the clothes you had left the house in the previous night. the sleeping person turned their body so they were facing you.
'more like sleeping beauty. jesus christ. he's so fucking pretty, oh my god. and his lips, oh my god. his lips. fuck. i bet he has a really pretty smile, too? oh god, he does, doesn't he? oh, fuck me.'
a smile adorned the unknown male's lips. well, 'unknown' is a false statement. the shirtless male was in fact your childhood best friend, and self-proclaimed platonic soulmate, huang renjun. he had gotten used to this behavior in the early morning. it was something you went through often when he had to pick you up from the studio.
he hadn’t been asleep at all. he woke up an hour ago, your movements in the bed much too erratic to even attempt sleeping through. the clock had stated that it was an alarming four-thirty in the morning. the sun wasn't even close to rising, yet here you were.
"aw baby, if you like my lips so much, why don’t you kiss them already, hm?"
that's when you seemed to snap out of your very sleep-deprived daze and you looked at renjun, your shock obvious on your face.
"...what?"
"unless you're all bark and no bite."
"okay, wait, you- what's that supposed to mean exactly?
"ah, so you're unaware that you said all of that out loud like two seconds ago. figures. although i gotta say, i especially liked the part about my lips. do you think about them that often?"
you blanched and stared at the male across from you incredulously. you couldn't have said that out loud. you were just having very, very loud thoughts. you were sure of it. until y'know, just now, you'd reckon.
"oh, jun. i'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable. i didn't mean that—"
"you didn't mean it," a pout took over renjun’s lips, his bottom lip jutting out which only made it seem fuller than it was. and all the more inviting— "a true shame. i would've liked a kiss from you."
there was a hint of sadness in his voice. no, not a hint. he didn't even try to mask it. all the emotions in that sentence were clear as day. disappointment, as well as sadness, were crystal clear.
"okay no, because what's that supposed to mean?"
a breath. a pause. a sigh.
"nothing. just go back to sleep."
and just like that, it was as if renjun was never awake in the first place. he was out like a light. which only left you with so many questions as to what just occurred. 'what the fuck?' seemed to be the most frequent one you asked though.
then, something happened that threw the both of you for a complete loop. you found yourself getting back in the bed, only this time you sat directly on top of renjun. he awoke easily, eyes wide and void of any sign of fatigue.
he blinked up at you blankly, unsure of what to do with you or with his hands.
"may i…help you?"
"cut the act and just kiss me."
renjun leaned in, much to your surprise, even if you had told him to do it in the first place, and placed a bruising kiss on your lips. it was intense as if he was trying to convey all of his emotions into a sloppy transfer of spit. you weren't even sure if this could be called a proper kiss, but your brain was functioning too slow at the moment to catch up to what was happening right now. hands roamed across any surface they came in contact with, yours eventually resting atop renjun's chest and his wrapped around your waist.
when you pulled away from each other, he busied himself with wiping his mouth of the spit at the corners with the back of his hand, while you attempted to hop off of his lap only to be pulled back down by his free hand.
renjun sat up, eyebrow raised at your attempt at a hasty getaway, grabbing your hips again in attempts to pull you closer still. he said nothing, which left you to internally panic in the mildly uncomfortable silence. unfortunately, your mind was on the edge of going completely blank as you tried to let your brain catch up to what just occurred. and what was currently still very much happening.
but catch up it did not, seeing as renjun pulled you in for another kiss. only this time, it was much softer. there wasn't any real urgency behind it. it was as if you melted together, breaths soft and eyes closed. it was only the two of you and that was all renjun needed. that was all you needed, even if you hadn't come to that conclusion yet. your arms moved to wrap around his neck, fingers softly combing through the hair at his nape, renjun’s hands grasping onto your sleep shirt.
this time when you pulled away, you didn't rush to get off of his lap. silence filled the room, the only sound being your combined breathing as you swallowed nervously. okay, so 'what the fuck?' was what you wanted to say. it seemed to be your favorite phrase lately. until renjun beat you to it and broke the silence himself. with a much more sophisticated question.
"uhm, do you wanna talk about that?"
"no. let's just be quiet for now."
but, quiet never lasted long when it came to the two of you.
"i think i’m in love with you."
the words weren't loud. they were soft. and you thought that if they had been any quieter that you wouldn't have caught them at all. but, you're sure you did. you're so, so sure of it.
"what?" a whisper.
it was dead silent in the room. the only sound that could be heard was the soft tick-tick-tick of the clock on the wall in renjun’s bedroom.
"i didn't say anything."
renjun uttered out, cheeks aflame with embarrassment.
"but, you did. you,” a quiver in your voice made itself present. “you said you were in love with me. didn't you? you did. you did, right?"
the worry couldn't stay out of your voice as much as you had wanted it to. your heart rate was increasing, panic settling in now as the weight of everything started to creep up on you, planting itself atop your shoulders little by little.
you were scared.
scared you were still dreaming, and that just made this whole scenario up.
scared that you and renjun didn't just kiss twice.
scared that the boy whose lap you were sitting on wasn't actually underneath you at all.
scared that your feelings weren't unrequited after all. scared that they were.
you were terrified, actually.
renjun could sense that. he'd be a fool if he didn't, seeing as the air in the room is so still that he automatically picked up on when your breath hitched and became more of a panicked pant rather than a steady inhale-exhale cycle.
"okay, hey, wait. hi lovebug, i’m right here,” he rubbed your back gently, attempting to get you to calm down.
“i did say it. i’m pretty sure that i’ve been in love with you since fifth grade."
"fifth grade?"
your voice cracked and renjun finally took this moment to look back up from his legs and at you. your eyes were filled with unshed tears, both from your panic and from the situation in general. you were just so overwhelmed and were struggling to process any of this fully.
yet, that's not what renjun wanted. he didn't want teary eyes and soft voices. he wanted to hear the same words uttered back to him. he wanted a kiss, a touch, anything other than the silence that's filled with tension so high-strung that choosing to break it could be a very dangerous game at this point.
yet, some part of you convinced yourself that this was some sort of cruel joke. you liked renjun, loved him even. yet, you were so unsure. so you opted to remain silent. and a hush fell upon the room.
—
the words circulate through your head for hours on end. you're still at renjun’s house but you’ve moved away from his room and into the little office space he considers his art studio. You’re careful not to touch any of his pieces, fearful of messing one up.
as your thoughts race, you look around and analyze his works. while you’re not an artist and don’t have a keen eye for detail yourself, you’ve gone with renjun on enough trips to the art museum that you deem yourself knowledgeable enough for this.
the small pile of blank canvases spread across the floor that are intermixed with unfinished designs reminds you of something. he had told you recently that he’s hit an artist’s block, a ‘very hard, and a very mean one’, according to him.
he had confessed this to you in a joking manner but you knew it was affecting him more than he let on. how could it have not when it was what he’s done his whole life? none of his art coming out the way he wanted, none of the messages he’s trying to convey shining through.
you glance at the crumpled sheets of paper that lay about the trash bin, some torn from his sketchbooks, others from plain college-ruled notebooks. it was if you could feel his frustration emanating from that pile, his own perception of failure that had been weighing down on him, the standards far too high.
if only he could see how wonderful he is, you wished. you’ve drawn before sure, whether it be begrudgingly for a school project or for fun while you’re at the park. but, you truly believe that renjun’s art belongs in museums. he’s on a different level than you, something that was made well aware when you took that art class together in grade school.
you always tell him that the fruits of his precocious labor deserve to be shown off internationally, to be appreciated by all. he'll brush you off with a shy smile and change the topic every time but it never affected your admiration for him. it only made you say it more often.
the corners of your mouth lift up in a small smile as you catch a glimpse of the piece he made up back in your sophomore year of high school. you asked for a portrait, not of yourself but of things he associates with you.
“so, you want a collage then?”
“no, make it in the shape of me, just not of me.”
he still understood the assignment despite your confusing instructions and came over to your house to give it to you a month later. you brushed off his rushed apologies for how long it took and held out your hands so he could hand your the finished project.
your expression was nothing other than pure joy as you took in his art. the outline was the shape of you sitting with your head back. ‘’must’ve been a photo he took of me while we were hanging out’, you thought as your eyes moved slowly across the canvas. you picked out certain things, like pokémon and anime characters, sheet music and a tiny break dancer. each thing you recognized brought an ecstatic giggle out of you and renjun breathed out a quiet sigh of relief.
while he knew you’d like anything he makes no matter what, this work stressed him out because he saw you as way more than the things you have interest in or made a part of your life. but seeing your satisfaction and how your eyes shine with wonderment, he thinks he genuinely did a good job.
your arms engulfed him in a tight hug, thanks spilled from your lips as his arms came around your stomach.
“thank you junbug. i really like it.”
you pulled away and he flashed you a bright smile.
“anytime, sugar.”
the petname earned him a pinch on the cheek but he still thinks it was worth it.
—
as you pull yourself out of the memory, a smile on your face, you realize a couple of things.
renjun’s love was always evident, obvious even, but he always masked it under the guise of your best friend. he’d always done anything he can for you, offering up a helping hand no matter how grueling the task. even if he pretended to not like you sometimes, he was always ready to risk it all.
yet, he also protected you often. like tonight, for example. you wouldn’t have stopped until you literally couldn’t move anymore at the studio. and maybe you couldn’t when he had come to pick you up, you can’t recall. but the outlying fact is that he knew where you were in the first place. you wonder if that was the first place he went or if he had to think about it. nonetheless, it doesn’t change the fact that he knew.
you thought back on your feelings, on your relationship with your best friend, and your feelings for said best friend.
you always thought he’d be a good boyfriend to somebody, not specifically to you but you can’t lie and say you haven’t entertained the thought. nor can you say you’ve never thought about kissing him.
you had a crush on him before, it was always a random occurrence. a wave of emotions far more than platonic for renjun coming up all at once on more than one occasion.
but, do you harbor those same feelings now? is the question you can’t answer.
—
you padded softly back into renjun’s bedroom. you didn’t exactly expect to find him sleeping again but you can’t say you expected to find him up drawing either.
“hey.”
it was soft, hard to catch and laden with emotions you couldn’t decipher.
“hi.”
and silence befell the room again. you at the doorway and him on his bed. he had yet to look up from his notebook while you focused your gaze on the ground.
maybe if you stared hard enough you could fall through it, and avoid this. the entire interaction. maybe it’ll be one of doctor strange’s portals and you could go back in time to before the confession.
renjun sighs before putting his items on his nightstand and looking up. if you won’t start, then he might as well do you both a favor and get this over with. it’s simpler that way anyway, he’s never been a ‘beat-around-the-bush’ person, as far as anyone else knows.
“i understand if you don’t reciprocate my-,”
“i like you, too.”
you had started talking simultaneously, as your head finally lifted in order for you to meet his eyes.
your confession shocked yourself as much as it shocked renjun. he had prepared himself for rejection, having accepted it as his fate already.
“you, you, you what?”
“like you? back?”
you didn’t doubt yourself but, it was hard not to consider you had let yourself say whatever you felt right at that moment without inhibition.
“are you sure? i’m completely fine with being rejected, y’know. i can get over it-,”
“no need to, jun. i’m sure.”
you took your first step since having walked back into the room and sat on the edge of his bed. you looked at the wall in front of you, which adorned the pieces that had been recognized in competitions, all of them earning nothing less than the ‘gold’.
“are you, sure you’re sure, though? like-,”
before renjun could continue on any further, you moved close enough to cover his mouth with your hand. you sent him a bright smile before speaking.
“yes. quite, actually. so, if you may be so inclined, could you be my boyfriend?”
you let your hand fall from his face and he sent you a playful glare before replying.
“despite the fact that your question was grammatically incorrect, i’m quite sure my answer is yes.”
“hush you.”
you looked into his eyes, and the both of you broke into a wide grin before he pulled you into a quick kiss.
"hold on, you said ‘like’. i said ‘love’, there is a difference in the-,”
you placed your finger on his lips and tilted your head as you smiled.
“i love you, too. is that better?”
“much.”
—
fifth grade was what renjun had said to you that night. you're in your last year of high school now. the confession was said a little more than 1 year ago. yet, your dynamic has changed remarkably.
you two don't just talk while expertly skipping over any hints at a love life anymore. you don't just hold hands ironically, only to pull apart with an offhand remark towards the clammy state of either of your hands anymore. you don't just eat lunch together because he’s your only close friend anymore. now, you do so much more than that. all the little things that were considered platonic, all the actions that the two of you did due to how close you were to each other had so much more significance to them now.
the times you two locked eyes across the hall, or a classroom, a smile would find its way onto your face, a warmth blossoming throughout your chest.
or when it’s ass’o’clock in the morning, yet not actually morning, renjun finds himself in his room, texting you. as if it’s routine, there’s never any real topic of conversation, he just wants to talk to you. you're half asleep yet you're doing everything in your power to send mildly coherent responses. it's not exactly going too well.
long after you've stopped replying for the night, and after the crickets have stopped chirping and the moon is shining her brightest, renjun wraps himself up in his thoughts. they used to shroud him in darkness, leave him cold, and choking on his sobs in the middle of the night. holes and spirals he'd go down, the escaping so much harder than the fall.
but now?
they wash over him gracefully, a cascade of emotions that can only be summed up to true happiness. he had you to thank for it. your smile, the way you hit something, or someone, every time you laugh, the way you don’t feel as if you have to act polite and cute in front of him.
he used to admire you from a position he thought he would stay in forever, so close to you yet so far from where he wanted to be. but now, you’re within his reach, within his grasp.
and it’s obvious from the closeness of your bodies as you walk the streets of seoul late at night, to the secret moments you share in bed together. the soft kisses exchanged, the questions you ask each other that the both of you may have to thank TOK courses for having the ability to answer. the intimacy of it all, it was addicting. it made both of you feel wanted, appreciated, and loved by the other.
which is why the night when renjun walked in on you sharing that intimacy with someone else, it hurt. the closeness of your bodies, the flirtatious giggles, all of it.
it hurt him so bad. he couldn't fathom the reality of it all. he questioned himself as he took in th scene before him. was he not enough? was he merely just an object now? no longer the person that made you happy? that made you feel loved anymore? did you not want him anymore?
his questions were answered when he heard you utter the words 'i love you' to the unknown person. his heart dropped. tears clouded renjun’s eyes as he stormed into your shared bedroom, heart torn in two. sadness and rage dying down to a mere dull ache in his heart.
you looked up quickly, eyes widening. your hair stuck to your forehead, face flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat. immediately, you pushed the other person away, who had attempted to cower under the covers.
"renjun...i-,"
he shook his head, still in disbelief but unwilling to near any sorry excuse you had at the moment. his eyes bored into yours, excpet they weren't relaying the love and compassion you had grown used to. it was anger.
"save it. i spent most of my life loving you. for an entire 10 years, my heart was yours. i didn't look at anyone else with the same adoration i held for you. i didn't even think about anyone else. you were it for me. you were the only one i truly thought i could spend my life with. but i'm pretty sure i won't be thinking of you like that for a long time now. so, i hope the person under the sheets knows that you're a fucking dick. and i hope you know that, too. especially you.”
as renjun’s ramble dies down, his heart swells tremendously, with emotions he can't describe, tears slipping down his cheeks.
he shakes his head again, bottom lip quivering. he wipes the backs of his hands across his cheeks as he turns on his heels and leaves. he hears his name get called as you rush to pull yourself together and chase him out. he doesn't listen, he keeps walking.
a hand catches his wrist, and he doesn't turn. he keeps walking, dragging you behind him without a single care.
"hey, i'm not a fucking toy wagon, stop fucking walking."
"why should i? why don't you go back to fucking around with that boy you love so much? he seemed cute. and if you don't want to get dragged, get the fuck off of me then."
"if i let go, you'll leave. i can't lose you, jun . i’m sorry, i’m so sorry from the bottom of my heart. just, please, don’t leave me. i can’t lose you, i can’t. i, i can change? it was stupid, that was stupid. i wasn't thinking straight and i'm so, so sorry. junnie please, i can't lose you.
he scoffed, still not glancing back.
"you lost me the moment you decided that that was a good idea. the moment you went behind my back to satisfy your need for something i obviously wasn't giving you. you haven't ‘had’ me for however long that’s been going on. get that through your thick, fucking skull."
at that, renjun pulls his wrist out of your grasp. you were spared no attention as he walked away, blending into the crowd.
oh, and then it started raining. well, that's always fun.
summary: jeno was the star quarterback, perfect in everyone’s eyes, but at home, things were far from the truth. you were always there for him but things change when you find out the truth as to why he dated you
pairing: jeno x reader
genre: exes to lovers? high school au; angst, fluff?
word count: 8.1k
a/n: i started writing this story three months ago, and i finally finished it today ahh, i’m so glad :)
jeno had told you he needed to go use the restroom thirty minutes ago but had never came back. with a can of sprite in one hand, you ran up the stairs after checking the lower floor of yangyang’s house.
“just one more week. then jeno’s free.” a boy sighs. you stopped at the second step when you hear your boyfriend’s name mentioned, taking a peak to see who it was before hiding behind the wall on the top step of the stairs. it was jaemin and mark, both close friends with jeno.
REQUESTED: Can I request something 👉👈 anything with hanahaki disease will do 🥰😌
It started as a dull ache in your chest. You paid no mind to it for weeks, until finally caving and going to see your doctor when it turned sharper. The starting of hanahaki disease, she said. What?, you laughed off. It couldn't be. The trained professional made a mistake. You were in a happy relationship with your boyfriend, had been for over a year! No one else even came near to catching your eye besides him. You did not have hanahaki disease.
You couldn't.
Absolutely improbable.
"How did your appointment go?" Jaemin asked, eating a piece of steak and chasing it down with his drink.
You shrugged, pushing your food around. Jaemin noticed, setting his fork down to hold your hand in his. The feeling of his thumb rubbing the back of your hand usually comforted you, but not this time. To your horror, the feeling of bile rising to the back of your throat accompanied his touch. Quickly, you jumped from the table and rushed down the hallway to the bathroom, bumping off the wall in your hurry.
Hunched over the toilet, tears escaped your eyes as you threw up. Fear coursed through you as you stared down at the single purple hyacinth sitting atop the toilet, stained red with your blood.
"Baby? Are you okay?" The knock on the door startled you, your eyes flying away from the toilet to the door you had subconsciously closed and locked.
As if you were hiding something.
Was it your fault? Had you unintentionally fallen in love with someone else? You wanted to curl into a ball on the cold bathroom floor and cry.
"I'm okay," you said shakily, clearing your sore throat when your voice caught, freshening your cheeks with more tears. "I must've ate something bad at lunch."
Jaemin hesitated. "...Okay. Do you want some water? Anything?"
You stifled a sob behind your hand. "Yeah, some water would be nice. I'm just gonna take a bath and then go to bed."
"Okay baby. I'll get your water and clean up the kitchen."
"Thank you."
Once his footsteps faded, you collapsed fully to the floor, empty cries shaking your body.
You kept the news about your new disease to yourself. Jaemin knew something was up, you could feel his eyes following you in concern every time you were in the same room together.
“Are you pregnant?”
You startled at the sudden question. “What? What makes you think I would I be pregnant?”
“You’re always rushing off to the bathroom to throw up lately. Is it morning sickness?” You averted your eyes to the counter after retrieving the cup you’d come to the kitchen to get. “Are you afraid I don’t want kids?” he asked.
You had to huff a laugh at that. Jaemin wanted kids, if you were pregnant you knew he’d be more than thrilled. “I’m not pregnant Jaemin. I’m… not sure what’s wrong with me,” you lied. I have another doctors appointment tomorrow though.”
Jaemin nodded, coming up behind you to pull your back into his chest. “I hope they can figure out what’s going on,” he whispered into your neck.
“It’s progressively getting worse. I’d say you have half a year.”
You stared in shock at your doctor, hoping she was joking. Not a single bit of mirth was present on her face.
“But how can this be?!” you exclaimed, finally at your breaking point. “I’ve been with my boyfriend for almost two years now, I love him!”
The pity on the doctor’s eyes almost had you seeing red. “…Is there a chance he could be cheating on you?”
“Never!” you exclaimed, chest tight. Tears sprung to your eyes. Jaemin was beyond loyal, he would never!
“You know… it happens more than you think. Unintentionally falling in love with someone else. Some don’t even notice, still holding affection for the partner they’re already with,” she explained gently.
“No way,” you denied, shaking your head as you fell into tears. “No way.”
No way.
You repeated it in your head, over and over, like a mantra. You just wanted to go home and curl into bed and sleep this whole nightmare away. But stepping through the door, you were met with the once comforting smell of your apartment, the smell of Jaemin lingering everywhere. Now, it just sent another wave of nausea and you raced to the room you were most acquainted with recently.
Denial had been your best friend through the whole thing. But denial would work no longer when you accompanied Jaemin to a work party a couple weeks after your doctor’s visit.
Managing not having to rush to the bathroom to throw your insides up for a while now, you stayed clung to Jaemin’s arm as he made rounds around the room.
Thirsty for the first time that night, you left to retrieve drinks for both of you. You took your time; coughing flowers into the toilet multiple times a day really exhausted one more than you’d think. Your lethargy played a role in the small collision you had had with another person, half of one drink spilling on the floor and splashing your shoes.
“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!” the man exclaimed, quickly grabbing your arms to keep you balanced. You smiled tiredly at him.
“No, it’s my fault, I’m sorry.”
“Not at all! I should really watch where I’m going. I… haven’t seen you before. Do you know someone who works here or…?”
“Oh,” you lightly laughed. “My boyfriend works here.”
The stranger’s eyebrows went up. “Really. Lucky man.” Your gut turned sour at what he thought was a compliment. “Well, I’ll see you around!” And he was gone. You remained there though, staring down at the small puddle of juice until a server walked by and you could inform them of the small mess.
One refill later, you set out to find your partner in the crowd of unfamiliar faces. For once, your chest didn’t stir uncomfortably at the sight of Jaemin. That realization alone was almost enough to send you over the moon. Maybe the past three months had all been a mistake. You even felt warm as his face brightened for your arrival back to his side.
Until you realized, it wasn’t for you. You stopped dead, watching as a pretty woman made her way to your boyfriend, the same happy look on her face as his. She lightly grabbed his forearms with her slender fingers, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. The same coworkers that had been with Jaemin when you left to get the drinks didn’t even blink an eye, telling you everything you needed to know.
Vaguely, you could feel more juice splash onto your ankles, feel the glass bounce off your skin.
But really, all you remember is the cold swing door against your uncomfortably hot hand.
The cold, grouted tile under your knees.
And there, in the bowl of the toilet, a dozen bloodied hyacinths.
summary: Jaemin was everyone’s dream. He was the perfect boyfriend, someone you’d want to introduce to your parents. Your friends were jealous but they didn’t understand you. They didn’t understand how bad you felt in your relationship with Jaemin. They didn’t understand that you missed Jeno. Even thought Jaemin was perfect, you missed Jeno. You missed his love, you missed the fights and you missed making up with him. Your heart will always belong to Lee Jeno.
song: the way I loved you - Taylor Swift
genre: exes-to-lovers!au, angst
warnings: mention of sex, this is a SEQUEL to my story WE DON’T TALK ANYMORE
word count: 3.7k
A/N: thank you for resquesting this song! I hope you enjoy this sequel of we don’t talk anymore 💖💖
He is sensible and
So incredible and
All my single friends are jealous
He says everything I need to hear
And it’s like I couldn’t ask for anything better
He opens up my door
And I get into his car
And he says, “you look beautiful tonight”
And I feel perfectly fine
Your relationship with Jaemin was great. No, it was perfect. He was perfect. Jaemin was the perfect boyfriend, everyone’s dream. The way he cared for you, the way he was always there for you, everyone you knew was jealous of your perfect relationship with Jaemin.
You understood them. Who wouldn’t want a boyfriend who was an absolute gentleman, your parents loved him and he was an incredibly good friend. And he was your boyfriend. He was yours, you were his.
Perfect, right?
Jaemin took you on dates at least four times every week, he bought you flowers every time, even though you told him not to, because you had no space in your apartment anymore and the poor flowers died because you couldn’t keep them alive, you were always bad with flowers and plants.
warnings: cheating, fainting, mentions of sex If you don’t feel comfortable reading about cheating, then feel free to skip this story. :)
word count: a little more than 12k
song rec: love me or leave me by little mix
note: I’m not a therapist or a doctor. The scenes in the hospital and at the couple therapy are just how I imagined it to be.
extra note: I love Jaehyun and this is PURE fiction.
A/N: thanks to my dear friend @kueey for proofreading this with me <3 I hope you guys like this story and please don’t get too mad at Jaehyun hihi ENJOY!!
ps: I AM SO EXCITED FOR NCT 2020 I really look forward to everything we’ll get and I’ll forever support OT23.. I hope that each member gets treated well and is happy and healthy. AND I can’t wait any longer for superm hehe
“I can’t believe you! Why? I don’t understand?! Why would you do something like that? Why would you try to destroy our marriage?!”, you were furious and heartbroken. After seven years of being together, you never thought that Jaehyun would cheat on you. You never thought that he’d moan someone else’s name while being with you.
You kissed him. “I missed this so much.”, it was hard for you two, both of you were working and you had a four year old daughter and a five year old son. There was never really time for things like sex. It’s been some time since you slept together, and you couldn’t wait anymore. You missed having Jaehyun close next to you, you missed feeling him inside of you and you missed his touch. “You feel so good, Areum.”, you pushed him away. “W-what?”, you asked, maybe you misheard him. “What do you mean?”, he tried to kiss your neck, but you pushed him again. “W-what did you just say? A-Areum?”, and that was the exact moment Jaehyun knew, that he fucked up. Bad. “N-No I-I didn’t…”, he stuttered. “Get off of me!”, you pushed him again and crawled against the bed rest. “Who is Areum?!” “No one, baby. I’m sorry.”, he tried to get closer again, but you stretched out your hand to stop him. “Don’t come closer! Stop lying to me! Tell me now Jaehyun or I will leave, and you’ll never get the chance to explain!” “Baby- I… It’s… She’s someone from work…” “And?”, you were getting angrier every second. “I-It’s I promise you I’ll never do it again and it’s been weeks since the last time I-”, he couldn’t even look at your face. “Since you what?”,
“Since I-I slept with her.”, his voice got quieter and quieter. You got up and put on your clothes as fast as you could. “Baby just listen to me. I swear I’m so sorry-”, Jaehyun tried to reach for your arms but you stepped back and looked at him with disgust in your eyes. “For how long?” “Baby-”, “No Jaehyun! Answer the question!”, you couldn’t even cry. “Three months I think…”, a tear fell down Jaehyun’s cheek.
Your man was sleeping with another woman for three months, if he was telling the truth of course.
pairing: mark x reader (i attempted to write the mc as gender neutral, so lmk if there are any tips on how to be more considerate! i wanna be able to write as inclusively as possible heh)
genre/category: angst, exes!au
word count: 2.4k
a/n: i have an assignment due in like 20 minutes (so i did not get a chance to proofread!!) but i got distracted thinking about mark while listening to my 2017 simp playlist :D so here's a mini-fic (that was supposed to be a drabble) based on this song!
I saw you walk inside a bar.
When Mark looked up from the almost-empty bottle sitting in front of him, he didn’t expect to be greeted by the sight of you. Not only that, he wasn't expecting to see you entering the bar hand in hand with someone knew.
You, not yet noticing your past lover's hunched figure, walk towards a set of empty bar stools, another man's arms wrapped around your waist like possessive belt. Mark began to stare then. He stared at what used to be his reason. What used to be the one who'd wake him up in the morning, who used to be his reason for coming home when the days were too long, yet somehow eventually bled into nights. He continued to stare at what had been his true source of happiness.
In his eyes, you still were. You were his only radiating source of light that made him feel warm. You were his comfort, like a warm blanket during a rainy day, or an iced tea when the weather was too hot to do anything else but lounge around the house with all fans on full blast.
He said something to make you laugh.
Mark noticed how the one that accompanied you looked at you with a small spark in his eyes as you cover your mouth in attempts to shield your erupting laughter. That was a cute habit of yours when you laughed, and he used to stare at you the same way; he was staring at you almost identically as he's sat across the bar at that moment. The only difference now was that Mark stopped being the reason for your bright smiles and warm laughter.
I noticed how both your smiles were twice as wide as ours.
The first encounter between the two of you would forever be engraved in the mind of Mark Lee.
He was walking around a lake during a camping trip with a few of his friends, mindlessly swinging his arms around to cool off. Mid swing, though, he made contact with something he later found out was your face. He apologized so many times that you had almost busted a lung laughing at the poor boy's terrified features.
Soon, Mark joined you, laughing in harmony because apparently being smacked in the face by someone was the funniest thing to the both of you. Mark proceeded to awkwardly ask for your contact information, hoping to make up for the mishap, and you complied because the man was so darn cute.
One meet-up (he never specified it as a date) turned into two, which turned into three, and soon, you were seeing each other everyday in a small cafe hidden within the corners of your shared campus.
The two of you attended the same university, but due to being in different departments, there was never really a chance to come across one another while running to your next classes, but this cafe was the one spot you two had in common.
The cafe meetings soon turned into cafe dates (he clarified this time that they were in fact, dates), and soon enough, you were both head over heels in love, moving in together as you approached your final years of college.
Mark and your's relationship wasn't perfect, but it was always so much fun. Mark was always able to make you laugh because of how awkward he was, and one time you to left him behind on a trip to the grocery store because he was so embarrassing, making stupid puns at the poor worker just trying to stock the shelves of the cereal aisle. That day, you bought a watermelon the size of both your heads combined to make up for leaving him behind.
Mark bitterly smiled at his recollection. That was one of the last times he and you were able to smile together.
You looked happier.
The last time Mark saw you, it was on a sunny, Saturday afternoon. You were on your way back from a trip to your local convenience store, bags of chips, a tub of ice cream, and boxes of candy spilling out of the watermelon themed reusable bag he had left behind after moving out. You were still wearing his hoodie, then. He left that behind for you too.
It made him smile, knowing that you kept it.
Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you.
You felt as though you couldn't breathe. When you entered Mark and your shared apartment, you sensed that something was wrong; that something was missing from your normally warm environment. Mark and you have been arguing more frequently recently, and the night before, it was the worst it had been in years.
Mark had been going out later into the night, sleeping on couches of friend's houses more than in his own bed. Your shared bed. You more often than not woke up to nothing, the radiating warmth missing from your side.
You'd had enough of it, and confronted the man when he walked into the apartment at 2 am. Words spewed from either side, along the lines of "I'm sick of this" and "What is there to be sick of?" Mark ended up sleeping on the couch that night while you cried yourself to sleep, clutching Mark's pillow and attempting to hold onto what used to be the warm, delightful love of your life.
The next day when you woke up, he was gone. He texted you saying he had to leave early for work and that you should go ahead and start your day without him, and you did. You began planning ways to talk things out, to fix things with Mark over a nice dinner.
You set your plan to action and made your way to the local market. When you returned home and stepped foot into the kitchen, though, your eyes landed on a small note placed right in the center of the dining table. Written on that note in Mark's sloppy handwriting were the words, "I'm sorry, but I need to clear my head."
You dropped the note and ran into your bedroom, only to see that Mark had taken almost half of his belongings from the cramped space, along with one of the suitcases the two of you placed behind the closet when you first moved in. He was gone.
But ain't nobody love you like I do.
He'd been gone for about 10 days when you receive a call from Donghyuck. The brown-haired boy informed you that Mark has been sleeping on his couch for over a week and would be stopping by within the next few days to take up all of his friend's belongings he'd left behind.
You hummed, almost numbly, and before hanging up, you mustered up the courage to ask Donghyuck if Mark was currently there with him. He hummed in response, and you mumbled a good before dropping the line completely, falling to your knees and sobbing until you no longer had tears to let fall.
You were broken, and it was all because of Mark, yet a piece of you continuously hoped and prayed that he was safe. That he was living in a proper home with a place to sleep, and that he wasn't too cold because he often got cold very easily.
Mark, on the other end of the line, was silently holding in his cries as his best friend hung up the phone, disconnecting him from his one true love. Mark never intended to hurt you the way that he did, but in his mind, because he loved you so much, too much, he had to let you go.
He was noticing how much he was holding you back, from job opportunities to your social life, he believed he was the reason. He was the reason you declined the job offer in the neighboring city because that meant you'd have to either move out or drag Mark with you, and you chose on neither and stayed. He was the reason you never left the house on weekends because only then was he ever home. He was the reason you had bags under your eyes, he soon realized.
You'd been staying up night after night, waiting for him to come home. You'd been crying because he would come home with bags darker than yours. You'd been losing sleep because you spent too much of your time worrying about him.
He was holding you back by loving you.
So he decided to let you go.
Promise that I will not take it personal, baby.
A few months have passed and Mark's finally settled down in a new place in the town you had rejected the job offer from all those months ago. A part of him wished that moving away would offer you closure, knowing that Donghyuck explained his side of the story to you. Mark wanted so badly to be the one who spoke to you that day, but he was afraid of the confrontation. He was scared he'd break and hold you into his arms and promise to never let you go, bringing himself and you back into the endless loop.
So he left. He moved away and had Donghyuck clean up the mess he'd made. Mark owes him one.
The other part of him, though, hoped that you contacted the agency that offered you the job all those months ago. The selfish part of him prayed that the agency granted your request and offered you the job you passed up on in this new city. He hoped that you and him could start over in a different setting, and maybe a few years from now, run into each other again. You'd be in better places in your lives and the two of you could start over.
He knew he was hoping for too much, but oh a man can dream.
If you're moving on with someone new.
Mark was brought back to the present when he hears a loud shattering of glass. He averted his eyes towards the source of the ruckus and landed his eyes on you. He noticed how your eyes grew into large saucers when he displayed similar shocked features.
Shit.
He quickly and clumsily packed up his belongings as he waved down one of the waiters, asking for the tab. Noticing Mark's shaken composure accompanied by the glares being sent in his direction from the other side of the bar, the waiter sympathetically printed out the bill as fast as he could and didn't let out a peep when Mark underpaid about 10 bucks.
Mark rushed out of the bar, only to be caught by the sound of your voice calling out to him.
"Don't you dare run away." The voice was cold.
"Not again, Mark." It was almost shaking.
You caught up to the man. He turned around, slowly, wishing that this was all just a messed up dream, and the alcohol was only playing tricks with his mind.
Indeed, though, this was his reality. Mark remained silent, only staring at his feet as you approached him.
"Look at me," your voice was softer now, but he noticed the stern edge laced within your words. You were never one to raise your voice, not even when Mark would spew incredulous things at you during an argument. You were always calm.
Mark shifted his gaze from the ground towards your face and noticed you looked wiser. He noticed how your soft features were now more sharp. He noticed how you wore your hair differently. He noticed how you'd ditched your casual jeans and a shirt for something more business-casual. He noticed how your aura had changed into something more serious. He noticed every little change about you.
He also noticed how, beneath all the physical changes, you were still you. You still had the same stars in your eyes. You still had his favorite scent. You still had the same quip in your lip when you spoke. You still had the same smile.
You were smiling at him.
Mark finally managed to meet your eyes, and as you opened your mouth to speak, he cut you off before you could get a sound out.
"You look happier."
Your smile dropped a bit at his observation. He was right, you were happier than you were after the breakup. But you were happier when you were with him. Using other men to distract yourself from Mark worked for a while, but it was never the same.
It's been over a year, and you still missed him. You missed everything about Mark; his smile, his laugh, his posture when he was furiously typing away at his keyboard because he had an essay due in 10 minutes. You missed the way he'd sing to you at night when you woke up from a nightmare, and the way he'd pet down your hair when the two of you wake up in each other's arms after a nap.
And although you missed him, a part of you was still angry at him. Angry that he left without an explanation, and had Donghyuck be the bearer of bad news that he wanted you to be happier. That he wanted you to have a life not revolving around him and his actions.
A part of you hated how he was so selfish, and how he never looked to you for his decision. Yet the other, wiser, part of you was thankful. Thankful that he cared about you enough to let you go, cared about you enough to put your priorities above his own feelings for once. Most importantly, you were thankful that he was your first heartbreak.
Before he was the boy who broke your heart, he was a friend.
You tilt your head a bit sideways, plastered another smile and nodded in response.
"It's a process."
He smiled back, toothy grin warming your heart. "I'm glad you're doing okay."
Maybe it was the universe finally hearing Mark's wishes of starting over, or maybe it was just a mere coincidence that you ran into each other that day. But nonetheless, the encounter made him realize one thing.
SUMMARY :: You’re assigned as a tutor to the one person that made your high school life miserable, but when Jeno comes up with a proposal to get back in your good books after three years of not seeing him, you wonder whether he’s really changed or if it’s just another game to him.
GENRE :: smut, college/university!AU, hockey!AU, hockey player!Jeno, enemies to lovers.
WARNINGS :: sexual content, making out, fingering, orgasm denial, thigh riding, praise kink, oral sex, lots of sexual bantering, swearing.
WORD COUNT :: 13.3k
A/N :: Soooo my brain went wild after reading “Of Captains and College Boys” by @neocitybynight (here’s the link to the series masterlist, check it out) and I just had to write this. As a Canadian, I don’t play hockey, but I grew up with a lot of classmates talking about the sport, so I hope that my descriptions are somewhat accurate.
“…and as society progresses, we need to be able to understand the constructs that block us from changing the past mentalities that already exist. Any questions?”
Monday afternoon. You had been stuck in lecture halls all day, this being the third class that you’d had to sit through. It wasn’t really a bother to you, since you had always been academically inclined, but you were running on less hours of sleep than you normally would and that coffee you consumed earlier didn’t seem to be helping much. Around you, it seemed like many of your colleagues also felt the same, some dozing off in the back while others rubbed their eyes. You couldn’t blame them honestly – contemporary problems in modern society was a topic that could put even you to sleep, but you weren’t paying thousands of dollars for a degree in sleep. This was your elective class and it was supposed to give you a break from your classes in the interaction design program, but you were starting to think that for some, it was a bit too much of a break.
The young woman at the front of the room searched the rows for any raised hands, finding none as she nodded to herself and walked back to the desk. “If no one has anything to ask, we’ll call it a day. Remember to read chapter four of the textbook and get those reflections in by next week!”
Relieved to be dismissed, the hall filled with the chatter of students as they packed up their bags and headed out. You walked down the steps to the front, the young woman’s face brightening as you approached her.
“Hey,” you greeted. “Jaehyun said that you needed to talk to me?”
—pic creds on the photo ✨ and creds to my friend for sending me the photo and this idea ;)
[13.19] you slumped back in your bed, sighing, exhausted from the 4-hour-long test you just went through earlier. your mind was pulled back to the mathematics test. mainly because you can’t answer any of the questions. zero, zilch, nada, literally none.
you closed your eyes, hoping for a rest after a full week of studying—the test was on a sunday for the love of god—until you hear your phone ring a special ringtone reserved only for your boyfriend, donghyuck, basically to know when it was him who called.
you rolled over the bed to reach your phone in the nightstand, charging itself. picking up the call after the second ring, you pressed the rectangular thing to your ear, “hello?”
“y/n! how was the test?” his cheery tone filled your ear. his voice made you feel reenergized a bit, somehow.
“terrible,” you mumbled shortly, rubbing your face harshly, being bare of any face products.
“i can’t answer a single question, hyuck. last night’s studying had gone to waste. everything i learned from last night was only in 3 questions out of 20 in each subject and i can’t remember any of the formulas. it’s bad.”
“how about….biology, then? you’re always good at that subject.” he asked and you could hear the fans’ screams from his end and you just remembered he had a music show today. special, since it’s dream’s 3rd anniversary.
“better, i guess,” you shrugged then continued, “but still. i can’t answer any of the questions in maths, chemistry, or even physics.”
you heard some shuffling while he chuckled a bit to lighten the mood until you asked him, “have you finished inkigayo?”
“yeah. and i’m coming over to yours.” he replied nonchalantly, the fans’ screams suddenly dimmed after he shut the van’s door.
you frowned, “but—”
“no protests. i’m gonna buy us ice cream and we’re gonna watch any drama you want.” he said with a finality in his tone even though he said it softly, probably scared to be teased by the other members.
“you haven’t had a proper weekend, babe. let me give it to you.”
pairing: boyfriend!mark lee x reader, breakup!au, lil’ highschool!au
genre: angst
word count: 1.6k
tw: descriptions of possible anxiety
plot: mark was finally debuting for the first time and with his girlfriend by his side, he thought that life was finally going his way. except that he thought wrong.
a/n: please think of mark debuting a little older in this fic like maybe 19 or somewhere in the proper college-age?
read part two here!
your boyfriend of two years can not—for the life of him—stay still when he was nervous. he would always shake any parts of his body when he’s nervous. you name it—hands, legs, shoulders, even his whole body to relieve his stress.
you first noticed this habit of his when he was still your mere seatmate back in highschool when it was relatively—but arguably—the beginning of a new school year and the classmates are unfamiliar to any of you and your class already had a presentation assignment about any physics law of your own choice and its relevance in the real world.
mark was shaking and sweating so badly beside you he had to rub his hands on his pants uniform every 10 seconds and wipe his forehead with the back of his hand every 30 seconds. you were worried that there would be cuts on his hand at the end of the class from the constant friction of his rubbing on the pants’ rough material.
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