Misfit Dreamers ― BadBoy!Dream Series
Warnings: drugs, alcohol, smoking, fighting, blood, cursing, suggestive. Read with caution.
Order: Jeno, Mark, Jaemin, Renjun, Jisung, Chenle, Haechan.
playlist — for while you read !
Mark ― We’re Just Friends | angst, suggestive
The boy no one was willing to approach. He used to be so good; that was, until he got into a band and socially drank every Friday night. Some would say his clean record was ruined, but that’s not to say he doesn’t care. With sharp cheekbones and a piercing glare, tousled locks and a leather jacket, no one really wanted to get close enough to ask him why.
― Inspired by song Friends by Chase Atlantic. He must not have noticed the damage he caused when he dismissed your relationship for little more than friends; it wasn’t reversible, and he was left clutching at strings. But you were no better, for you decided it wouldn’t be so bad to drag his friend into a rebound with you, that only caused further destruction and ruin on all parts.
Haechan ― Smokescreens | angst, suggestive
The boy who went down and went down hard. When things went south between him and Mark, he cut him off. He really had changed to fit a persona, but when she left, he turned to drinking and smoking. With red hair and dark eyes, pouty lips made for smirking and smart remarks, he seemed to know how to handle himself at this point. But he still had his demons that kept him up at night.
― You honestly thought he was stalking you at first; you were scared, but he pulled you in with his clever words and mysterious looks. But apparently he couldn’t have nice things, because he would push you away if you got too close; too afraid of the chance his past will come replay itself and leave him hurt once more.
Jeno ― Leather Jackets & Rumors (PT 2) | angst, fluff
The boy who didn’t belong in that crowd. Too wide of a smile, too nice to the teachers to be a rebel. And yet, here he was, matched in a leather jacket to the other delinquents. He knew he didn’t fit, but that didn’t mean he’d leave his friends behind.
― [ PT 1 ] People who knew Jeno would know that you’d be fine; no one seemed to get past the rumors of what he’d done. And so you had to hear from everyone that you were being corrupted by bad influences, and it killed you that he started to believe them too.
Renjun ― Tattoo It On My Heart | angst, fluff
The boy who was an artist in all regards. Maybe a little too tired, a little too sarcastic. You’ll find him in beanies, combat boots, and hoodies, bags under his eyes and piercings lining his ears. If you’re lucky you’ll find him at night, tagging the town in bright colors and different murals. He even ran a small underground studio where he could give you a half-permanent tattoo. He just wanted to make art in some way he felt he could succeed in.
― He’s a street artist; he’d gladly coin the term. He’s watched his friends turn on each other and go their separate ways, but he’s not one to judge. And when you catch him in the act one night, he makes sure you keep his identity secret; he’ll pay you in doodles and back-handed compliments if you’re into that sort of thing.
Jaemin ― Lies Against Your Lips | angst, suggestive
The boy who’s broken. He knows he has everyone at his disposal; one smirk and everyone’s knees buckle. He likes the way they gossip about him, he likes what they can conjure up. With messy hair and challenging eyes, ripped jeans and bruised lips, he can make you fall with one look. He drinks and he smokes, and he hates the person he sees in the mirror no matter what he says.
―He was your ex. You broke it off a year before, and it didn’t end on a very good note. Now he seemed that he was ready to reintroduce himself into your life, but you weren’t going to let him in so easily again, not after what he put you through.
Chenle ― Spin Me Like A Broken Record | angst, fluff
The boy who kept to himself. Curly hair and smudged eyeliner, headphones always in his ears. Didn’t even seem very interested in making friends until Jisung had outstretched a hand. He barely spoke and barely laughed; everyone wondered what went wrong.
― He worked in the record shop a few blocks down the street. Propped his feet up on the counter, blasted music through his headphones that you could hear all the way down the aisle. And the first reaction you ever got out of him was when you picked up an album he liked; it made his eyes flash. You never realized how curious and deprived you were until he was back to expressionless.
Jisung ― Convenience Store Confessions | fluff, angst
The boy who was just a wannabe. He dyed his hair and dressed in bomber jackets, ripped his jeans and laced his boots, but nothing could change his innocent disposition. He still had lollipops dangling from his lips and a new game in his hand. Even Jeno and Renjun tried to steer him away from the path he romanticized, tried to hide him when Jaemin, Hyuck, or Mark would start fighting. He was but a boy; if only he could realize that.
― As Jisung’s childhood best friend, you knew a lot about him. His favorite color, what age he learned to ride a bike, and when he got involved with bad influences. Your favorite spot has always been the convenience store, but you weren’t prepared to find a flower in his spot on the stairs when you arrived, and so you took it upon yourself to help him find his secret admirer.
