renjun x gn!reader; 0.347k; model au; mentions of skipping breakfast due to tight schedules
“and one more.”
you give the camera a sweet smile as you cup your cheeks and tilted your head ever so slightly. the oversized gold framed glasses that rested on your nose matched the soft pink dress you had been dressed in.
click.
you quickly hop up from the chair you were sitting in and make your way back to where your manager was seated. she gently pushes the drink you had purchased earlier on your way to the photoshoot, urging you to finish it since you hadn’t eaten breakfast.
this wasn’t the first time you had gone without the most important meal of the day. but it was one of the many things you had to give up when you chose to become a model. among the many other things you had given up, the one thing you missed was a consistent sleeping schedule.
getting ready for photoshoots was a tedious process, requiring you to get up at ungodly hours, drive to the location of the photoshoot and be dolled up by complete strangers. but you love being on camera, especially as a kid and dreamt of becoming a model during your teenage years. now you are slowly but surely achieving your dream.
you take the cup and mouth a little “thank you” to your manager before taking a sip. the warmth of the drink spreads through your chest, waking you up a little more. you look around the studio, photographing equipment was set up, suitcases thrown open, items of clothing spilling from them. your eyes land on the stunning male figure posing in front of the camera, with a potted plant in his hands.
“whose that?” you whisper to your manager who was scrolling through her emails. she looks up, humming and follows your gaze.
“renjun.” she leans in and whispers to you. you nod lightly processing her answer.
you had probably been admiring him for too long as the model glances at you, flashing you a quick smile. you look away quickly, nearly dropping the drink you were sipping away all over yourself.
mark x reader; 0.493k; angst; mentions of injury, death, swearing, broken promise
“mark!” you shout his name and throw yourself in front of the unsuspecting boy, only to be met by a fierce burn in your lower torso. your body staggers forward but mark manages to catch you before you fall on the floor. with unsteady hands you aim your handgun at the man standing behind a large wooden box full of illegal items. two shots and the unknown male is dead on the ground.
mark looks down, the area just above where you usually placed your handgun which is now beginning to seep through with a red liquid and staining the grey fabric of your uniform. “you-you’re bleeding...” mark stutters out as you completely fall into his grip and he has to place you down on the cold floor. “why did you-”
you interrupt him with a shaky breath, your hand going over your new wound located near your lungs and push up your top to examine the gunshot. “shit.” you curse, the pain of the injury is intense and you’re beginning to feel lightheaded to.
mark eyes widened when they fall over your gunshot wound and panic takes over his body. you lean against his shoulder, gripping onto his arm and your other hand over your torso with blood oozing through your fingers. “it hurts.” you admit in a hushed tone, it’s the first time you’re telling mark honestly and his chest twists in worry. you’d always brush your injuries off as if they were nothing, focusing on your team members instead and their injuries. that’s what made you a good team leader and mark admired you for that.
“it’s-it’s okay ___, you- just, just hang in there. i’ll call jeno and you’ll be fine.”
“no, mark.” you murmur in agony, your breathing uneven and quick as you spoke. “i won’t be fine- fuck ah.” your grip on his arm tightens as the pain gets worse but you continue on. “take care of the others, please?”
“you’re talking as if you’re gonna leave us, ___.”
you chuckle, tears sliding down your cheek and you try to focus on his face but your eyelids start to feel heavy. it doesn’t help that tears are clouding your vision either. “i’m sorry, mark.”
“___, hold on. please.” mark begs you but your eyes are now closed and you’re slowly losing consciousness too. the grip on his sleeve loosens and your body going completely limp. “___?” he gently shakes you but you don’t reply. “___?!” he repeats his movements a bit harsher as he becomes more desperate. no, you couldn't leave him so easily.
mark tries to stand up with you in his grip, being mindful of the weapons strapped to your thighs and begins walking towards the back of the warehouse, where jeno was guarding the exit. “you’re going to be fine, ___.” he promises you with sad eyes. “you’ll be fine. i promise.”
haechan pauses, the green soju bottle mere inches away from his lips and he moves it back down, his arms resting on his knees as he sits next to you on the doorstep. you fiddle with your own glass bottle before deciding to set it down next to you, on the floor because there was no more alcohol in it and maybe that’s why you had asked that question.
‘is it wrong if you still like him?’ haechan rehearses your drunk words in his mind as he searches for an answer.
yes. it was wrong. you- you had hurt him. you had made him cry more times than he had scraped his knees as a child and you had left him doubting your feelings towards him every time the two of you argued. you had hurt him more times than his heart could bear but-
“no.” the boy shrugs, letting out a chuckle as you smile right back at him through hooded eyes as he took a sip of the drink. “it’s not wrong.”
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late night training sessions with jaemin made you exhausted, in a good way though. the boy chugged down an unhealthy volume of coffee that wasn't considered safe and all that caffeine made him jump off the walls like a bouncy ball.
you take a seat, leaning against the cracked concrete wall of the training room and reach for your bottle of water, taking a big gulp to quench your thirst. you’re sweating but that’s a good sign. you’ve worked hard today and you give yourself a mental pat on the back. as jaemin’s back touches the wall you’re resting against, the boy slides down to sit next to your build, you change form and giggle as you turn to face him.
he gives you a questionable stare, raising his brow but then sends a genuine smile in your direction as you change back to your normal self. you had yet to master your special power and couldn’t shapeshift into another person for more than a couple of moments. it was an extremely tiring task and right now, you swear you could fall asleep leaning on jaemin’s shoulder.
jaemin reaches for his own bottle, probably filled with iced coffee and takes a large gulp before talking. “as a shapeshifter, you have to find a form you’re comfortable with.”
you nod understandingly, he was the only other member on the team that shared the same ability as you and it was nice having someone else that shared similar thoughts as you. you often found yourself looking up at him like a role model, you wanted to be like him and ‘beat up the bad guys’.
as jaemin closes his bottle, placing it back down before turning his head back to you with his arms resting on his knees. “hopefully, it’s your own.”
haechan x reader; 0.266k; angst au; mentions of a break up
haechan’s chest aches with pain as he looks at you. it’s raining and you’re holding an umbrella. actually, he’s thankful it is raining. that way, you won’t see him cry and won’t linger on after saying what you had said.
both of you are standing where you first met, where you bumped into him with your morning coffee and spilled it into his white shirt. as apologies fell from your lips, watching the boy dab the new stain you had made, you had given him your number and offered to clean the shirt for him. how cliché.
he cracks a smile as the memory is fresh in his mind. haechan was on his way to a job interview, and by some miracle he passed with a coffee stained shirt, which he still kept in the back of his wardrobe.
two years with you had passed so quickly, and if he knew this is how it was going to end, haechan would’ve held you more, kissed you for longer and reminded you that he loved you often. he watches you return the smile, it’s the least you could do after breaking his heart so suddenly before you turn and walk away.
haechan stands in the same spot, the raindrops gently hitting his face and you don’t even turn your head back once to check if he’s begun to walk home too. it’s when you’ve turned the corner of the street, it’s when you’re no longer in his sight that he starts walking home. if you were able to let go of him so easily, shouldn’t he too?
doyoung x reader; slight angst; mentions of jaehyun
“you don’t love him, do you?”
your breath is caught in your throat and the knot in your chest twists in agony as you tear the few strands of grass you had plucked from your front garden when you had bid goodbye to your boyfriend only a couple of minutes ago.
“what makes you think that?” you chuckle trying to ignore how painfully quiet the atmosphere was in your living room, the tv displaying the credits of a movie you were earlier with jaehyun and his best friend.
“you don’t look as happy as you used to.”
you turn your head to look at doyoung who was sitting on the other side of the couch, his elbow is perched on the armrest and his hand was curled up into a loose fist on which his left cheek was settled on. having made yourself comfortable on where previously jaehyun was seated, at the opposite end of the couch from doyoung so there’s some distance between you two.
of course you had to keep distance with your neighbour and closest friend, not because jaehyun was a controlling boyfriend, no, he was the sweetest guy. a ‘true gentleman’, was how your mother had described him when you were gushing over how he brought you lots of gifts and took you out for dinner on the first valentines day you two spent together. you felt like a girl straight out from a kdrama, with a young ceo who was head over heels for you.
when you make eye contact with the dark haired boy and he could see the guilt in your eyes. the tiny bits of shredded grass scatter onto your lap, creating a little mess on your satin pyjamas that jaehyun had gifted you on your birthday. you draw your eyes back to the mess you had made on your lap and think about how it described your feelings towards your boyfriend of 6 years, perfectly.
your silence only confirmed his doubts yet he continues to ask you.
jeno x reader; apocalypse au; 0.293k; mentions of food
“i think we need to get more food.” you comment, taking one of the three cans of soup left in your bag, which you open with a can opener you had kept safe over the course of the last few months. the fire which you managed to light this evening is small, you don’t want to attract attention at this dark hour. anyone could be lurking around these woods and the last thing you two wanted was to be attacked by another group or the living dead.
“we can go into the city tomorrow and see what we can scavenge.” jeno holds out the pan for you to pour the contents of the can into before carefully holding it over the fire. once the soup has been heated, the fire is put out before throwing some leaves to hide the fact that someone had even been here and quickly tuck into the pot, having to share since there was only one. then the two of you had take refuge in a small, empty cave which sheltered you two from the harsh cold.
using your bags as pillows you lay on your belongings sideways, it is now taking turns to rest and jeno allows you to do that first. the sky is clear tonight, letting the moonlight shine on his face as he takes a seat near the entrance of the cave to guard it.
“jeno?”
“hmm?” his focus is outside and below, looking for any signs of danger, like an eagle eyeing its prey.
“everything is going to be okay, right?”
oh, what a stupid question.
“yeah, i hope so.” he gives you a reassuring smile, the kind that made you forget like it was the end of the world and you’re thankful.
author’s note: this was original written for a different member but i changed it & a prompt was taken from this post.
you hadn’t expected this. the recipe had stated enough batter for eighteen chocolate chip cookies, not eighty. what were you going to do? you couldn’t possibly eat that many cookies on your own and even after forcefully offering them to your siblings after dinner yesterday, there were still more than seventy left!
your mother had suggested that you take them to school and share it among the students and teachers, which did sound like a good idea since you had done in the past too with banana bread. so you do just that. you tuck the light pink box filled with as many cookies as you could and were off to school.
your first class was psychology and there were already a few students present in the class when you walked in, quietly chattering between themselves about any events that took place over the weekend. you walk up to your usual seat, near the front and settle your bag on the table. jaemin, your crush and unluckily or luckily, your seatmate in most of your classes, hadn’t arrived yet but neither had your teacher so you kept a mental note to save at least two cookies.
you took out the box of the goods you baked last night and offered it to some of the students who happily helped themselves to a cookie, thanking you and complimenting your baking skills. you blush, not knowing how to take the complements that they were showering you with and you don't realise your own crush walking into the class.
“oh, pass me one! they look good.” jaemin hurried towards you, not even bothering to take his backpack off and you pass him one with the most chocolate chip cookies. he loved chocolate and you found that out when you helped out at the christmas fair, last year. it was when you went to collect bags from the teacher’s office, after having helped tidy up the stalls and decorations. you had recognised his bag and realised that he had two bars of chocolate peeking out from the smaller pocket. of course, you weren’t trying to be nosy, you just wanted him to know in case he didn’t and they fell out as he walked home. one was half eaten and he offered you the other since jeno didn’t want it, which you gratefully accepted.
he takes a bite, closing his eyes as he chews the sweet goodness. “oh, that’s really good. you made these?”
you nod.
“they’re so good. i wish i could start every monday like this.” he smiles, making your heart skip several beats and you smile too.
haechan/donghyuck x gn!reader; 0.455k; apocalypse au, angst; swearing, hitting a zombie with a bat, zombie bite, mentions of blood
“ah, fuck.” you shriek in pain, staggering forward and the bat in your other arm swings around to hit the creature right in the head, making it stumble backwards. another two hits and the creature’s head is laying on the floor, it’s dead for sure now. eyes still on the creature, checking for any further movement, you switch the baseball bat in your other hand and examine the aching in your upper left arm. it’s dark and though you can’t see clearly, you know exactly what happened. you’d been bitten.
“___? are you-” donghyuck’s voice calls out and the boy comes sprinting towards you but you hold out your bloody hand, to stop him.
“stay there, hyuck.” you order in a stern voice, talking in between your teeth and trying not to cry out in agony.
“what-” he takes another step, making you step backwards too.
“i’ve been bitten.” you reveal to him and his face scrunches up in panic.
“no, no, no, ___. you...” he continues to walk towards, despite your repeated request and grabs your shoulders, making you flinch. his hands brushing over your bite and you push his arm off.
“i’ve been bitten.” you say again and when he stumbles back, the boy’s face is full of pain.
“no.” he shakes his head. how stubborn. you two were scavenging for food, knowing it wasn’t going to be possible once the sun was up. the territory the two of you were currently in was already occupied by another group and they would not be delighted to have you taking their supplies.
dropping the weapon in your hand, you begin removing your backpack and jacket along with the pocket knife hidden in your jean pocket. “take these, you’ll need them. go, now.”
“please don’t leave me, ___.” his plea makes you want to embrace and tell him that you’re sorry for having to do this but right now, distance needs to be kept. you don’t know how long you have left before you become a zombie too.
“haechan, go please. hurry, just take them.” you beg him as you search around for something to tie yourself down with so that you wouldn’t be another problem for him later on.
there’s a chain lying not far from you and you go to grab it, tying yourself to one of the poles that held up the ceiling of the warehouse.
donghyuck’s lurches forward, grabbing the metal out of your hand. “please don’t.” he didn’t wanna live without you in this world, he couldn’t. you were all he had and now that you’d no longer be with him, what was the point in surviving in an apocalypse if after he wouldn’t be with you?
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i think i might post some of the pieces i have saved on google docs but i don't know what i want to do with strawberry milk um i might rewrite it and change the name i'm not sure...
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