“when we met, i knew you were the beginning of something special.”
Beginnings is an ot23 nct fic collaboration that is centered around MEET CUTES. This is a term coined by rom-coms to describe a scene which two people who will form a future romantic couple meet for the first time, typically under unusual, humorous, or cute circumstances.
Links to teasers/fics will be continuously updated once authors begin releasing their content. This collab will conclude by September 12th. Please request individual authors to be part of their taglist! I will also reblog everyone’s fic after it is released and every fic should be tracked by the #beginningscollab tag.
Biggest thank you to every participating author! it’s been a journey and i am overjoyed to announce your creations. Every story already sounds beyond anything I could have imagined <3
AU CINÉMA - @neonun-au
“how could you possibly sleep through the shining?”
Genre: fluff, romantic comedy, strangers to lovers
Warnings: n/a (maybe mild language)
Expected Word Count: 3-5k
Synopsis: every thursday night you have a standing date alone to watch an old film in the nearly abandoned theatre on the edge of downtown. Eager for another night of quiet viewing you arrive to the showing only to find someone in your usual spot.
teaser ; read here
TAKE THE LEAP - @sehunniepotwrites
“This summer's going to be different. This is the summer we face our fears. Together.”
Genre: childhood friends!au, friends to lovers!au, summer vacation!au, camping!au, fluff, smut
Warnings: language, cliff diving, sexual tension, mentions of food and alcohol consumption, sexual themes (soft dom!Johnny, car sex, oral: female recieving, fingering, penetration, praise kink, exhibition kink, multiple orgasms)
Word Count: 14k
Synopsis: Johnny Suh has always had a fear of heights and falling from high places. He’d rather keep his feet planted to the ground at all times. But once, just this once, he thinks he’s ready to plummet from the skies because he’s falling all in you.
teaser ; read here
HOOKED ON THE FEELING - @tyonfs
“you know, i don’t usually get girls falling all over me like this.”
Genre: fluff, crack, strangers to lovers
Warnings: profanity, some suggestive content
Synopsis: in five minutes, you’re about to ride the disco pang-pang that you’ve been dreading. that’s plenty of time for you to admire the attractive biology major from your university and wish that you could pluck up the courage to talk to. luckily (or unlucky) for you, you end up falling right into the lap of lee taeyong.
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HAPPENSTANCE - notnctu
“do you believe in fate?”
Genre: fluff, strangers to lovers, soulmate au
Warnings: suggestive language
Expected Word Count: 3k
Synopsis: nakamoto yuta has appeared in your life on multiple separate occasions, is this a sign of fate or simple happenstance? you were never one to believe in soulmates or happy endings, but you may have stumbled upon your own fairytale with several happy beginnings.
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WHAT AM I NOW? - @slightlymore
"His breath looked steady by the movement of his shoulders. Yours was all over the place."
Genre: romantic comedy, +18
Warnings: explicit sexual content, smoking
Expected Word Count: 10k
Synopsis: When you're focused on something so intensely and it's suddenly gone, what do you do?
When your world is made of that something and now you're stumbling when trying to grab it because it's not there anymore, then what do you do?
What were you now?
What am I now?
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ONCE BURNED, TWICE SHY - @2enjun
“well then, it sounds like we’ve both been burned.”
Genre: fluff, single dad!au, strangers to lovers
Warnings: explicit sexual content, profanity, alcohol consumption
Expected Word Count: 8k–10k
Synopsis: Having recently gone through a rough breakup, you’ve been slow to return to the dating scene. When a single father enters your salon after learning that his life-skills do not include cutting his daughter’s hair you find that your heart is more fickle than your head. But you’re not the only one to have been burned and Kun isn’t ready to open his heart to just anyone yet. Fortunately, Kun likes to keep his hair well-kept and the lesson he learned through the fail with his daughter’s hair keeps him coming back to you for regular cuts. With professionalism all that keeps you from asking a client out, it only takes a chance encounter and a little liquid courage to have things heating up.
teaser ; read here
PICK UP WHERE WE LEFT OFF - @hyuckles-chuckles
“no way.”
“what?”
“i think that’s my best friend from the second grade.”
Genre: fluff, romantic comedy, childhood best friends!au, best friends to lovers!au, PG13
Warnings: none for now
Synopsis: even after many years of not seeing your best friend from the second grade - ten - you still think about him constantly. what had he done after moving away, what did he do when the two of you grew apart at the beginning of middle school, what did he major in when (and if) he went to college… did he still think of you as much as you had of him? well, your questions will soon be answered when by luck you bump into him, picking up right where you left off.
teaser ; read here
AVALANCHE - @puppywritings
"i guess we're just gonna have to find a way to pass the time."
Genre: strangers to lovers, fluff
Warnings: suggestive language, claustrophobia
Expected Word Count: 3-5k
Synopsis: you thought a winter skiing holiday would be a good idea; you're now seriously reconsidering that. you got a bit more snow than you'd bargained for, and now you're snowed in with a very handsome stranger. the only thing you can do now is wait it out, and maybe get to know this mysteriously pretty man in the meantime.
teaser ; read here
GILDED - @kaepop-trash
"I was told my entire life that I was one day to be a Queen. Your Prince wishes to deny my that and I must accept it because that is my duty. But I ask you, what am I to be now?"
"The most terrifying and exhilarating thing you can be, Princess. You'll be free."
Genre: Fluff, Royalty au, Enlightenment Era au, Strangers to Lovers, Arrange marriage au
Warnings: n/a
Synopsis: There were rumours that the second youngest princess was to be wed to the enemy in a final effort to end the war and famine that ravaged the kingdom. An envoy had been dispatched hastily, the gossips all claiming that a court painter was being sent by strict order of the Prince. There were hushed whispers that the so-called "plain" Princess had struck the rather handsome match and acquired the wealthy kingdom only because the Prince she was promised to was a strange man— one who vowed to be the last king of his land.
teaser ; read here
CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES - notnctu
“Lucas, I already told you, I don’t even bake the cookies.”
“Okay, but what about the secret recipe to your heart?”
Genre: fluff, maybe a lil bit of crack, and if you squint hard enough slightly suggestive
Warnings: alcohol, tbd
Synopsis: You worked at the bakery next door where Lucas worked. Though making and drinking boba could be considered cute and endearing, nothing could beat your sugary sweetness whenever you entered his shop for a refreshing drink during your break and if he was lucky, he’d get some cookies out of it. Your cheerful voice and kind words never failed to turn him into mush. He swore he saw glitter in your eyes and that your smile glowed like an entrance to the skies. Someone so adorable and endearing could not exist in this world, he started believing that angels must be real. But when he sees you again, he can’t help but beg for more of your oh so sweet chocolate chip cookies.
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THE WORDS I COULDN’T SAY - @dreamcities
“you’re a hero to the world, but what if i want you to be just my hero?”
Genre: fluff, best friend-to-lovers!au, high school!au, spider-man!au
Warnings: mentions of food, play fighting, injuries (bruises / cuts / scraped hands and knees), may be inaccuracies about spider-man (because i’ve never watched it :( i’m sorry)
Expected Word Count: ~4k-5k
Synopsis: graduation is rolling around the corner, and being the valedictorian of your graduating class, you’re stressing over writer’s block about your speech. luckily for you, you’ve got a friendly neighborhood spider-man, mark lee, to listen to all of your problems. however, what you don’t know is that he’s also gathering up the courage to tell you all the words he couldn’t say.
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QUIET IN THE LIBRARY - @solarune
“did you know you drool when you sleep?”
Genre: fluff, college au, strangers to friends to lovers
Warnings: tbd
Synopsis: you’ve never liked people who go the library just to goof off, you don’t see the point. why not just go home? or to the union? or literally anywhere else where a certain handsome stranger can’t distract you. you don’t know his name or who he is in general. all you know is that this guy has made an enemy out of you by staring out the window every time you see him. which is every day. until finals week comes around and suddenly, his table is the only one with an open seat.
teaser ; read here
EUDAIMONIA; WOULD YOU LET ME FOLLOW YOU? - @sly-merlin
“can’t you hear the choo-choo of my heart”
Genre: strangers to no-more strangers, fluff, jeno being the cute boy he is!
Warnings: train journey, motion sickness(nt in case of our main characters), suggestive
Expected Word Count: min 5k
Synopsis: one wrong ticket led you to several unanticipated routes and a very bothersome and affable stranger who, due to some unknown reasons, wasn’t interested in being a stranger!
teaser ; read here
PERSEPHONE GIVE US SPRING - @jisungiest
“We are told to only worship goddesses of olympus. Athena. Aphrodite and Artemis and yet here i am worshiping you on earth”
Genre: angst, fluff, smut, historical au, strangers to lovers, ancient greek au
Warnings: smut, tbd
Expected Word Count: 10k
Synopsis: You pray to Persephone that spring should come a little early, that the blossoms bloom in abundance and the warmth melts the snow that lies upon the soil. Yet in pleasing one god, you upset another and the winged gods answer your prayer. Bringing spring to you as Jaemin.
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IF YOU FALL FOR ME - @nctsworld
Genre: angst, soulmates/reincarnation au
Warnings: major character deaths, ambiguous ending, flashbacks
Synopsis: if yangyang’s merely a stranger at the bar, why do you feel like you’ve met him before?
teaser ; read here
CATCHING LIGHTNING - @byunbaekby
Genre: fluff, dancer!au
Warnings: none atm
Synopsis: You’ve never really been light on your feet, always endlessly clumsy and tripping over air — your biggest fear comes alive when you’ve been asked to be a bridesmaid at your aunt’s wedding. You’re required to perform an opening dance, but you can’t even stand in heels let alone ballroom dance in them! Your aunt refers you to some ballroom dance lessons, and when you see the rather adorable teacher’s assistant there, maybe you can kill two birds with one stone: learning to dance, and finding a date to the wedding.
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A HEAD’S A HEAVY BURDEN - @hotdogct
Genre: fluff
Warnings: none rn!
Synopsis: Chenle already had the ultimate meet-cute story in his friendship with Jisung - his first Korean friend. If anything, your story was more of a meet-disaster. When Chenle adopted a dog to keep him company, once living alone proved to be too lonely, little did he know his new ‘daughter’ would land him in hot water with you. There are consequences to naming your dog ‘big head’, after all.
teaser ; read here
YELLOW CARD - @your-world-with-nct
“in this game of high school romance, one has to be cautious and careful when playing with hearts, unless you want a yellow card.”
Genre: fluff, minor angst, high school au, matchmaker au
Warnings: cursing
Synopsis: park jisung was never the sporty type, he wasn’t one for games; he’d rather get his exercise from creative outlets like dance, instead of playing stupid games full of rules that he was bound to forget about when he started playing anyways. but, when jisung gets tangled up in a game of high school romance, involving a particular soccer player that had captured his heart, he finds himself caving into his worst fears and forgetting the rules of love. let’s hope that jisung is cautious and careful when it comes to playing with hearts, unless he wants to get a yellow card.
pairing: android!yangyang x android!reader; with appearences by kun, winwin and hendery
genre: angst, dystopian, fluff (if you squint), crack
warning(s): mentions of death; mentions of drug use; slight violence at times; swearing; yangyang being his usual bratty self; possibly cliff hanger...
word count: 6.8k
summary: In a world where androids are created to help with housework are slowly turning on their humans.
This story is heavily based off of the video game Detroit: Become Human
for the neo future collab hosted by @renhyucks
a/n: uhh.. the ending is kind of rushed and honestly, no where near finished so be on the look out for a part 2 some time soon!!
SEPTEMBER 4TH 2033, SEOUL SOUTH KOREA.
A lot has changed within the last 10 years. Automatic cars where you don’t have to be in control, just say where you want to go and your car can take you there. But that's not the thing I wanted to talk about. Androids. Androids that look and act like humans. All thanks to NCT -Neo Cyber Technology- and the CEO, the creator, Mr Lee Taeyong. The mastermind for these human like machines - built to help humans around the house so that they themselves don't have to be stuck doing their own chores; androids who can take over the role of being a nanny or caretaker for human children for when parents are too busy to do so themselves; androids who could help motivate humans to get their daily exercise. No matter the purpose, guaranteed there's an android for any occasion/job.
A lot has changed within the last 10 years. Automatic cars where you don’t have to be in control, just say where you want to go and your car can take you there. But that's not the thing I wanted to talk about. Androids. Androids that look and act like humans. All thanks to NCT -Neo Cyber Technology- and the CEO, the creator, Mr Lee Taeyong. The mastermind for these human like machines - built to help humans around the house so that they themselves don't have to be stuck doing their own chores; androids who can take over the role of being a nanny or caretaker for human children for when parents are too busy to do so themselves; androids who could help motivate humans to get their daily exercise. No matter the purpose, guaranteed there's an android for any occasion/job.
However, not all humans were all too pleased. Some had feared that these machines would take over all human jobs one day, leaving humans with nothing. No job, no home. Absolutely nothing. Taeyong however never cared for the negative opinions. All he cared about was his business and making sure that each and everyone of his customers were satisfied to a T.
But lately, things seemed to have gone very south for the NeoCyberTechnology CEO as some of his creations have… adapted human-like tendencies. Breaking the system, you could call it. Androids, turning on their owners; some even committing the worst crime of all and killing their owners. These androids were known as Deviants.
An android by the name of YangYang has done just that. Model AC700 - an athletic partner. It was all self defense though. If he hadn’t done anything, he would be the one that's dead. He didn’t want to die. He felt as though he still had a full life ahead of him. Even if he is a machine… he still has feelings. But now… now he was sure. He was no longer a machine. He was a living being, with genuine feelings.
The scene never left his head. Every detail is still embedded in his head. The day was peaceful. A beautiful day; not a single cloud in the sky; the grass greener than he had ever seen in his life. But then out of nowhere, YangYang’s owner had struck him with a baseball bat. One, two, three… six times. He felt his life flashing before his eyes. He thought that if his owner had struck him at least one more time then that was it. That was the moment that he was going to die. But he couldn't have that. No. It wasn’t right. He thought at that moment that his owner finally got what he deserved; see how he liked being beaten with a bat.
So, he kicked at him from his spot on the kitchen tiles. Aiming for his knee caps. Once he was staggered enough, YangYang snatched the bat out of his owner's hands and swung. He swung until he couldn’t anymore. A swing at the legs. A swing at his arms. A swing at the mid section. And finally, a swing at his head. But he couldn't stop. He just kept going and going. Even if there was a pool of blood at his feet. He could not and would not stop.
He felt as though he needed to send a message of some sort. A message saying that machines have feelings too. And they will do just exactly what humans do to them.
Once YangYang realised just what he had done, he panicked. He didn’t know what to do now. He couldn’t stay, and he sure as hell couldn't run away. It’ll be too obvious that he’s a deviant. Or.. maybe he could possibly run away.
Taking a few deep breaths, YangYang ran into the kitchen in hopes of finding a sharp object; whether it be a knife or a pair of scissors, he didn’t really care as long as the stupid LED on the side of his face was gone and no longer visible. His hands were all over the place as he searched head to toe in his fit of panic just to find one sharp object. He soon came across a chef's knife, a wicked smile appearing on his face and ran to the bathroom so he could get a better view of what he was doing.
He raced his way towards the bathroom, trying his best not to trip over his own feet, his breathing uneven as he let the events of the past few hours reply over and over again in his mind. He shook his head, ridding those images as he mumbled to himself “you’re free now. You’re free and on your own. You're free and on your own” repeating his words over like a mantra. He soon made it to the bathroom, opening the door in a rush and turning the light on instantly and made his way towards the dirty mirror. He grimaces at the state of it, but doesn’t care for very long.
He takes a long look at himself in the mirror. His brown optical lenses look towards his blue LED light that soon flashes yellow from his nerves. Can androids even feel nervous? If they break the system, sure, probably. Off topic! YangYang takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, repeating his mantra to himself once again “you're free now. You're free and on your own. You are no longer their slave.” And then before he knew it, the sharp knife was poking his temple, ripping out his LED and letting his clatter into the sink.
He breathed a sigh of relief and chuckled to himself as he watched the silver metal part of his face soon transform into human-like skin.
Now where to go from here…
SEPTEMBER 6TH 2033 1:08PM, SEOUL SOUTH KOREA
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Y/N ran for her life, constantly looking behind her as she tried to run from the RK-800 running after her. “Fuck off. Fuck off. Fuck off.” She could feel her stress levels rising with each fast paced step that she takes. Getting more and more anxious each and every time she looks over her shoulder to see the detective android not backing down. “Oh for fuck sake.”
Y/N takes a turn down an alleyway and sees that she's coming to a dead end. But she notices that the fence leads towards the highway and you bet that she’s climbing over the damn thing. Ain’t no way that she was dying today. She runs as fast as her legs could take her towards the fence and soon starts climbing towards the other side.
But oh how unlucky she was. The RK-800 had caught up to her, grabbing onto her leg. Y/N yelled and slashed around, holding on for dear life at the top of the fence. She gathers up enough strength to push the android to the ground and successfully jumps down onto the other side. She made eye contact with the android and smirked at him, blowing him a kiss and says “Bite my shiny metal ass detective.” and makes a beeline towards the very busy highway, literally asking for a death wish.
For an android, she sure as hell does have quite the adrenalin rush.
She jumped through the see through LED barricade -that people can also jump through- that was obviously not meant for pedestrians of any kind to walk through; with the words ‘AUTOMATED CAR TRACK; VERY HIGH SPEEDS; NO PEDESTRIAN CROSSING! DANGER! DANGER!”
She made sure to time her steps well with the extremely fast cars, making sure to not get hit by any of them. Jumping and side stepping every now and then. At one point she lost her footing and tripped onto the middle of the road, but made sure to quickly lay in a flat position as if she was getting an MRI scan. Once she felt the wind of the car drive over her, she quickly got up, checked behind her and smirked, looking at the RK-800 who stayed by the fence with the human detective and ran the rest of the way to the other side where she would be safe.
Now, you’re probably wondering what Y/N was doing on the run. Well, let me tell you.
6 MONTHS EARLIER
She was a simple housemaid android. A unique AX400 model. Made to help humans with simple chores and to cook them dinner. Also to look after the children whenever the parents decided that they were too tired to do so themselves and instead get high off of red ice. Due to the father getting high every night from red ice, the drug had caused him to be irrational and rather agitated, he had started yelling profanities at both his wife and his kids. Y/N can recall every single detail that went down. The wife just sat there, staring at nothing. Her eyes had pretty much looked dead. They always looked dead whenever she looked at her husband. But the moment she had heard him yelling at her children, she got up off of the couch, walked up to him and punched him so hard in the face to the point he was knocked off of his feet.
The wife ran upstairs, packing herself a suitcase and both of the children's. There was no way she was going to have her young children live with someone who she is disgusted to call her husband and father of her children. She feared for her and their lives. And Y/N could see that as she watched all three of them walk out the front door. The daughter had looked back at Y/N. Her little eyes, her precious big brown eyes were filled with tears as she realised that Y/N had to stay behind.
But all Y/N could do was just stand there and smile at the little girl who she loved to care for more than anything.
“Typical,” the father scoffed. “I always knew she wanted to fucking leave me!” Each word got progressively aggressive. He soon got off of the couch and made his way towards Y/N. His eyes were filled with rage as he took rushed breaths, just staring at the android.
At this point, Y/N knew something bad was going to happen. She felt like maybe this was the day that she’ll die. But he didn’t want that to happen. So she watched carefully, noticing that the father was raising his hand, getting ready to hit Y/N. But she quickly stopped him. She had no idea what came over her, but she’s glad that she was able to do so.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you Jason.” Her own words shocked her. It was at that moment that she realised that she had broken the system and is now considered a homeless Android. Or as some would say, a Deviant. Her grip was tight on his wrist, his face contorted into pain as he moved down to his knees crying in pain. “Everything that happened tonight… you're the one to blame.” Her words were harsh, making the human man become terrified of what could transpire. “Do not blame your wife. Do not blame your kids. This is all on you.” Y/N’s grip got so tight that she soon felt a crack within Jason’s wrist, causing him to screech out so loud that you could hear him from five blocks away. “Look at me now Jason. I’m more human than you. If i find you again, threatening My family, I will not hesitate to fucking kill you.” And with those final words, Y/N left what was once her home and had to begin her new life as a Deviant.
But, it was after these events that police had started coming after her.
It was at a laundromat. She didn’t mean to. It was all self defense. She needed new clothes to hide her uniform. And this person just… had the comfiest looking clothing she just had to have them. So she tried sneaking up behind them, but the human had turned around, a confused look on their face. But that look soon turned to petrification as they felt the cold texture of Y/N’s hands around their throat.
Y/N was just trying to keep them quiet. Honestly. Okay. Maybe it wasn’t self defense. As far as she knew, the person was just knocked unconscious. But she didn’t think of the others that were around her who had witnessed the whole thing.
“Shit.” She whispered to herself as she quickly picked the clothes from the humans basket and ran out of the building as quickly as she could. But, unlucky for her, the police had been searching in the area for another deviant. She had to think quickly about which way to go. It was difficult considering that police were in fact on both sides of the street and in the way of where Y/N had planned to go. Without thinking, her legs had moved her forward, making sure to avoid spots that were in the eyeline of police officers, trying to find an alleyway of some sort so she could quickly change her clothes.
She kept taking deep breaths. Telling herself to stay calm. She could feel that her stress levels were getting higher and higher with each passing minute. If she keeps stressing herself out too much, she might literally explode, and she sure as hell did not want that. Soon she was able to spot an alleyway coming up ahead of her. She smiled to herself, thinking that was on the pathway to her actual freedom.
But oh how she was mistaken.
You know the rest. Do you really want me to retell you of her running from the police? No? Didn’t think so.
SEPTEMBER 7TH, 2033 1:14PM -LOCATION; JERICHO
“Hey YangYang, where have you been all afternoon?” The voice of his friend Hendery had rung through his ears. YangYang smiled mischievously and shrugged his shoulders, continuing to throw a tennis ball at the wall. “I’m only asking cause Kun was asking for you is all.” Hendery states, holding his hands up in a surrendering motion.
Ahh yes. Kun. The so-called ‘leader’ of the deviants. Someone who wants to bring ‘peace’ amongst man and machine. In YangYang’s eyes, the thought was just ridiculous. There would never be such a thing. The thought was just all fantasy. A world that Kun likes to make up in his head where everyone is all buddy-buddy with one another; humans not treating the androids like slaves and actually understanding that they have real emotions. Yeah.. that’s impossible for this world.
This world is too cruel to have any kind of peace amongst it. If anything, YangYang is all for revenge. Revenge against all humans. They treat them all like garbage disposals. Once deactivated or destroyed, humans just throw away the machines as if they were nothing. Like as if they didn't have some sort of impact in their life. To YangYang, humans were just lazy little fucks who expected the androids to do every single thing for them.
It wasn’t right nor was it fair.
YangYang rolls his eyes and sighs. “Of course he’s looking for me.” He hops off of the crate that he was sitting on and walks past Hendery and whispers. “The dude is totally obsessed with me at this point.” Hendery chuckles at his friend and shoves his shoulder playfully, telling him to “hurry up and find the boss man.” before walking away to chat some more with others.
YangYang sighs, his eyes looking up at a room upstairs. He sighs and rolls his eyes, slowly trudging his way up the metal stairs, making sure to be obnoxiously loud with each step to the point where WinWin -another deviant- told him to shut up and threatened to remove one of his bionic parts. YangYang scoffed knowing full well that WinWin wasn’t capable of doing such a thing. He was probably one of the few nicest deviants he’s ever met.
Once he made it to the last step, he made sure to jump up onto the platform, causing a rather loud echo that caused every single deviant that was on the abandoned boat to cuss the android out, only for him to just laugh them off; nothing like being the one android that's an absolute pain in the ass.
He trudges along to the metal door where the self proclaimed ‘leader’ would be behind; a deep, frustrated sigh escaping past his lips as he brings a hand up and knocks his knuckles on the metal. He waited until he heard a faint ‘come in’ come from the other side and opened the door. He walked into the room, closing the door quietly behind himself. When Kun looks up at him, YangYang bows his head slightly and says “You wanted to see me Kun?”
Kun sighs, his hands leaning on a table that sits comfortably in the middle of the room; blueprints and other knickknacks scattered all over it. “Yes I did.” the leader says softly, a rather sarcastic smile showing on his features. “I’m not disturbing you from bouncing balls off of the walls now, am I?”
YangYang shakes his head. “No! No, of course not.” Words coming out in a sarcastic manner, perfectly matching the atmosphere in the room.
Kun chuckles and places his hands in his coat pockets. “Good. Good. I’m glad.” He nods his head towards a chair that sat in the corner of the room, softly saying “take a seat” to the young android to which he noticed after a few seconds, he wasn’t going to oblige and instead be his usual stubborn self.
“Just get to the point Kun. Why did you need to see me?”
Kun chuckles bewilderedly, taken aback by YangYang's chosen tone. “Hey, look. I was going to get to the point as soon as you sat down-”
“I don’t want to sit. Now. Get. To. The. Point.” YangYang emphasized every word by taking a step forward towards Kun, until he was standing directly in front of him. Kun just smiles as he looks the android into his brown orbs. Soon, Kun’s smile disappeared. A look of seriousness on his face.
“I suggest that you watch your god damn tone with me YangYang.”
YangYang smirked. “Or what?”
This time, Kun moved himself further towards YangYang's face, almost on the verge of literally bumping heads.
“Or I will fucking throw you off of this damn boat you little shit.” Kun grits his teeth; pointing towards the chair he demands “Now sit on that fucking chair.”
YangYang gritted his teeth, rolled his eyes and made his way towards the couch that Kun was so desperate for him to sit down on. Don’t get YangYang wrong, he respects Kun. But YangYang just loves nothing more than to get under his… Well skin wouldn’t really be the right word. But you know what I mean. He plopped down onto the couch.
“Now,” Kun smiles sarcastically. “Was that so hard?”
YangYang nods. “Yes.”
Kun tilts his head to the side, squinting his eyes at the young android. He sighs and ignores his comments, sitting down on his own chair.
“Okay, well. If you’re done having your tantrum. I’ll tell you what I needed you for.” Kun spoke, a sarcastic tone to his voice as he raised his eyebrows. YangYang nodded his head, allowing the leader to finally say what he needed him for. “There’s this android. She’s been on the run for a couple of days.” Kun maintains eye contact with YangYang, crossing a leg over the other. He then turns around. In front of him was a screen where an android that went by the name of “Y/N” showed on the screen. “The media is saying that she killed him.”
YangYang was intrigued now. He doesn’t know why, but when he looked at her picture on the screen, he knew there wasn’t something about her. He looked at Kun, raising his brows. “And did she? Kill him?”
“Nope.” Kun said, popping the ‘p’ as an emphasis of the word. “He died of an overdose. He somehow made it seem as though Y/N had attacked him.”
“Okay..” YangYang trailed off; a look of confusion adorning his features as he looked back at Kun, his brows furrowed. “What does this have to do with me?”
Kun smiled as he got up out of his chair and walked towards YangYang. Once in front of him, he placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned down so that he was eye to eye with the Android. “You, my friend, are to go and find her and bring her back here.”
“Why?”
“Because.. she can be the key to our peace of all humanity.”
SEPTEMBER 8TH 2033, 8:42AM, ABANDONED CAR PARK, SEOUL
The bright flashing of blue and red had Y/n open her eyes from a deep sleep, confusion on her features. She looked around the back seat of an old 2009 Honda Civic, remembering exactly why she was bunking there.
The bright lights were clearer to her now. And panic started to set in.
I mean, there could be many reasons as to why the police were near. Someone’s house got broken into; someone could’ve broken into a car; someone could’ve gotten murdered… that last one probably didn’t happen cause Y/n would’ve heard something otherwise.
They were definitely after her. But, how could they know where she was?
“Fuck sake.” She whispered under breath, a slight shake to her tone as she tried to calm her stress levels down so that she doesn’t get close to malfunctioning. She did her best to get out of the car as quietly as she could; trying not to catch too much attention. Her breathing was barely steady as she opened the door, biting down on her lip anxiously, keeping her focus on what's in front of her.
Please lord, don’t let the police find her.
She watched herself as she stepped foot onto the ground. Once she was fully out of the car, she turned her body towards the car door, both hands on it as she tried her best to close it as quietly as she could.
The door was slightly ajar, but she figured that it wouldn’t matter anyways since it was already abandoned. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” She kept looking to her right, keeping an eye on the police to make sure they wouldn't see her. She starts tiptoeing towards another exit, being cautious of any sounds that could belong to the police.
Y/n was still beyond shocked that she had managed to get away from them the night before. She was mostly shocked by the fact that she was still alive. That was the first time that she had felt a real rush as to what she assumed was adrenalin -as what the humans called the feeling-. She didn’t care what happened, just as long as she was safe and away from the police for the time being.
Now she had a new mission for herself. She wanted so desperately to see her family. The ones who cared for her. But that’s going to be a challenge in itself. She doesn’t know where they’ve gone. But she knows that she’ll find them. No matter what obstacles are in her way.
Like, running from the police.
She tiptoed along the gravel like ground, trying to not make a sound with the amount of little rocks and pebbles that were on the ground. Her heart was pounding loud in her ears; her eyes still heavily focused on the police. She moved as fast as she could. A rush of adrenalin came back to her again as she made it to the side gate. She smiled, feeling accomplished. She wanted to do a little happy dance, but she realised that now was not the right time to do that.
Y/n quietly opened up the gate door; her eyes shutting tight as it scraped lightly along the concrete. Thankfully, the police didn’t notice it. Y/n let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and quickly got through the gate. She looked over her shoulder. No police. She was safe. For now at least.
She sighed, grabbing onto the hood of her jacket and flipped it onto her head. Her focus was now on her feet, watching them lead her to wherever she was going. For now she just needed to find somewhere or someone- anyone, who could help her find her family.
Others might tell her that it’s pointless. That they’ve already forgotten about her. But she wants to believe that they’d never forget her; especially little Evie. She could never forget Y/n. If it weren't for the fact that Y/n was an android whose job was to do house chores and babysit whenever the parents were too busy, she would think of Evie as her little sister. Or even at times, her own daughter.
Maybe she was a bit delusional. But she genuinely thought that she had an actual family. And she just wants to find the people who showed her what belonging feels like.
Except for Jason. She couldn’t give two fucks about that prick.
“C’mon Y/n. We can pull through this.” She whispers to herself, moving her hands into her pockets. She soon looks up, watching as people -and some androids- walk by; cars driving past. But her feet stopped suddenly when she locked eyes with someone who was glaring at her from across the street. At least, she thought that it was her they were glaring at.
She felt as though she was too frozen to move, so she stayed put even if the police could walk past her and catch her. The mysterious being crossed the road once the crossing had turned green, they’re eyes still locked on Y/n.
‘Oh shit, they’ve gotta be an undercover cop.’ Y/n thought to herself.
Her breathing was getting heavier and heavier as the person got closer and closer to her. And then soon enough, they were in front of her. If only she was one of those RK-800 models she’d be able to scan the person in front of her to see if they were trustworthy or not. Now that they were up close, Y/n could tell that it was a male figure. He was young; roughly around her age -if she even had one-. He was slightly taller than her too. She searched for a blue LED light that’s normally on the right side of an android's head, but she couldn’t see one. So either this male was a human… or like her. A deviant.
“Model AX400? The android who was owned by the Kang Family?” The male spoke, his voice soft yet sharp in tone.
To say that she was taken aback by the question is an understatement.
How the fuck did this total stranger know who and what model she was? A look of bewilderment on her features as she argues with herself if she should confirm with him or not.
“Trust issues huh?” he chuckles, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “Yeah I get it.” He took a step closer towards her, only causing her to step back. “I know you’re on the run from the cops.”
“I- what?”
The stranger held up his hands, a now friendly smile -at least he hoped it looked friendly- gracing his features. “Don’t worry! So am I.”
Y/n still didn’t know whether to believe the man or not. God, she still doesn’t even know if he’s an android or human. The stranger sighs, holding his head down and places his hands on his hips. “I’m a deviant. Here,” he looked up at Y/n, holding one hand out in front of them both, watching as his hand turned to metal, indicating that yes, in fact, he is an android.
Y/n sighs, looking from his hand then to his face. “Okay, cool.” She nods her head, folding her arms across her chest. “Why.. why are you looking for me?”
The male chuckles. “Well, you see-”
“Wait!” Y/n cut him off. “What’s your name first before you bore me with your life story.”
The male android widens his eyes at her witty remark, laughing out of shock and nodding his head to the side. “Bore you with my- right. Not the point.” he sighs, smiling slightly as he holds his hand out towards her. “The name is YangYang.”
Y/n bellows out a laugh but covers her mouth soon after, shocked even with herself that she even did that. The look on YangYang's face was also just funny within itself.
“I’m so sorry.” She giggled.
YangYang sighed, his forefinger and thumb pinching the bridge of his nose. “No you’re not.” He soon stands up straight, letting out a breath. “I’m gonna need you to come with me.”
“Wh- what? No?”
“Yes.”
Y/n shook her head constantly, trying to form words but to her avail, nothing would come out. She sighed “Now why on earth would i do that?”
YangYang shrugs. “You just gotta.”
“I just gotta- what the fuck?”
YangYang lets out a groan of frustration, looking directly into Y/n’s eyes. “If you don’t wanna get caught by the police and be on the verge of getting destroyed. I suggest you come with me. Right. Fucking. Now.”
Well… if she’s got no choice. She may as well do what she’s told.
SEPTEMBER 8TH 2033, 11;13AM; LOCATION- JERICHO
The abandoned boat was cold; very echoey too. There was no sign of light, making it extremely dark and very hard to see where you’re going and what’s around you. Y/n felt what she assumed was goosebumps. Just, something about this place that just didn’t sit right with her. Out of all places for deviant androids to go, they choose an old abandoned ship that could most likely break down at any point? Who knows how long this thing has been here for.
YangYang walked in front of her, leading her to the so-called “leader” that apparently thinks that she can help them in bringing peace between android and human. YangYang had explained to her just how deluded this Kun guy was. And Y/n had to agree with him. There’s no way that there will ever be peace between them. Some deviants are good, yes, but some… some are just evil. Hurting people just for fun. To get revenge on all humans for using androids as slaves.
Y/n was never a fan of violence. Tried to avoid it at all costs. But if it has to come down to it, then she’ll give in. But to her, violence was never the answer.
YangYang on the other hand, had laughed at her when she told him that. Said to her that that's exactly something that Kun would say. But, he understood why she said it. He was an abused android. He had no choice but to turn to violence. Y/n was an android who ran away simply because she had enough. Or well, she was close to being hurt, but she stopped the person and now here she is.
Y/n could see that there was light coming from a room in the boat. It still wasn’t as bright, but it was something. She was just happy to see again without having to use a crappy flashlight.
“Kun is an alright guy, not gonna lie.” YangYang smiles. “I just love to piss him off sometimes.” he turns to Y/n and sees that she too is smiling. “It’s just so much fun getting under that guys skin.”
Y/n shakes her head as she laughs. She had a feeling that YangYang was the mischievous type. Something about him screams that he would be a Scorpio if androids had birthdays.
The sound of distinct voices filled Y/n’s ears as she and YangYang walked into what she had assumed was the middle of the boat. There were androids talking amongst one another; laughing and sharing stories; showing genuine emotion. If she hadn't known that they were androids, she would’ve easily mistaken them for being human.
YangYang says hello to some people as he walks past them, introducing Y/n to some that were curious to those who were curious about the newbie.
After introductions were done, YangYang placed a gentle hand on her lower back, gently pushing her towards the staircase that lead towards Kun’s ‘lair’ -as what YangYang likes to call it- He could sense that she was nervous and for some reason, he felt like as though he should comfort her. So, the hand that was behind her back, went to hold her hand. Y/n flinched. Her eyes wide, looking down at her hand that was now enclosed by YangYang's. She found it comforting in a way. She felt him squeeze her hand and his thumb rub small circles onto her knuckles.
Okay, now she kind of found it weird. How- why is he being like… this? He was probably lowkey under some sort of spell or something. Maybe he’s drunk. Wait.. androids can’t get drunk...
YangYang led her up the stairs, a tight grip on her hand as she followed close behind him. She wasn’t gonna lie, she definitely did feel safe in his presence, even if he does seem intimidating at times. Once they made it to the final step, YangYang let go of her hand and walked towards Kun’s door, knocking on it with the side of his fist.
He heard a faint “come in” and looked at Y/n, nodding his head towards the door as a way of saying “come on.” Y/n cautiously moved towards the door and walked in before YangYang once he opened the door fully. When she stepped foot into the room, she took in the surroundings.
There were giant LCD screens on the wall, a computer underneath it all. It looked like someone was keeping track of all the deviant cases. There was a couch in one corner, a bed in another, and… a mini fridge?
Wow. YangYang wasn’t kidding when he said it was like a liar.
Kun was sitting at the desk, typing away at the computer before he looked up to see who it was at his door. He perked up when he realised that it was Y/n. The Android he needed to help him out with his quest of being peace to all beings. A wide smile appeared on his face, getting up from his chair and making his way towards Y/n.
He held out his hand to her. “Hello, you must be the AX400 I’m looking for.” Y/n took note of his voice. Soft, sharp and quite calming. She imagines that he has a rather soothing singing voice.
Y/n smiles too, just hers is more nervous. She looked down at Kun’s hand, bringing hers up to his reluctantly and shook his hand, avoiding eye contact at all costs. There was just something about his gaze that was just… intense.
“Her names Y/n-“
“I know her name YangYang.” Kun retorts sarcastically.
YangYang rolls his eyes and sighs, making his way towards the couch and plops himself down onto the soft cushioning.
Y/n just stood there awkwardly after she let go of Kun’s hand, not knowing what to do with herself. “So uhh…” she rocks back and forth on her heels, looking around the room. “Nice place you got.”
Kun choked out a laugh at her rather absurd and random observation, but he still nodded his head, letting out a quiet “thank you.” as his laughter dies down.
“You’re probably wondering what you’re doing here.” Kun says as he leads Y/n to the couch where YangYang sat, telling her to sit. She did as told and sat next to YangYang.
“Uh, yeah actually. I am.” She starts playing with the hem of her shirt, avoiding Kun’s eyes at all costs. Her eyes met YangYang's instead. They both smiled at one another.
Kun noticed the little interaction, letting out a slight smirk. “Okay, well I’ll tell you and then I’ll let the two of you get to know each other more.” Both YangYang and Y/n looked up at Kun after the words fell from his lips causing the leader to chuckle and wink at the two. Kun walked over to get his chair, dragging it and sat it in front of Y/n.
He sat down with a sigh, his expression now serious and focus solely on the female Android. “I need you to help me bring peace to humans and androids.”
Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. Peace to humans and androids? There’s no way that’s ever going to happen without a war breaking out.
“I would love nothing more but to help you Kun-“
“Yes!”
“I didn’t finish my sentence…” As she said that, Kun’s whole demeanor deflated. He knew she was going to say something he wasn’t going to like. “The whole idea of bringing peace to all beings, it just-” Y/n paused, letting out a deep breath as she thought over her words carefully. “It’s just going to lead to a war.”
Kun runs a hand through his hair and sighs, turning his gaze onto YangYang, pointing a finger at him. “Did you tell her to say that?”
YangYang smirks, holding his hands out in a surrendering motion. He takes a finger and draws an X over his heart. “I swear I never told her to say anything.” Those words only made Kun more mad. But, he kept his cool. Trying to understand where she was coming from.
Yes - he understood that by trying to bring peace to the humans, they won’t take it lightly and immediately think that it's all a trap for the androids to take over. But he knows in his heart that not all humans will be like that. And he knows for a fact that Y/n knows that too. So in his mind, it’ll all be worth a shot, just as long as he tries. And if the outcome is not how he expected, then, he’ll just stop.
“Look,” Y/n sighed, standing up from the couch. “I know that wasn’t the answer you wanted. But it’s the truth Kun.” She turns her gaze to YangYang. “Right YangYang?” He nods in agreement.
Kun just sighs for the umpteenth time. “But we need to at least try-”
“No.” Y/n’s voice was stern; the same with her glare. So stern that it made Kun back off a little. She saw him gulp. He was nervous now. “I’m sorry. But I can’t help you.”
Kun and YangYang watched as Y/n made her way towards the door. They watched as her hand grabbed the handle and just as she was about to open it, YangYang stepped in.
“Y/n wait.” He didn’t understand why he was doing what he was doing, but he saw Kun as a brother, as family. And no matter how much of a pain in the ass he was, YangYang wanted him to be happy. And if trying to prevent World War IIII from happening was to bring peace of some sort, then so be it. He ran to the door, quickly closing it as he was now face to face with Y/n. “If you help out, we’ll help you in return.”
Now this had Y/n intrigued.
Her eyebrows were raised with interest, waiting to see what YangYang was going to propose to her. She held her breath as she felt YangYang’s own on her neck; the feeling of his breath hot sending a tingle down her spine.
Man, these human-like feelings are really starting to get to her now.
“If you help us, I’ll help you find your family.”
Y/n’s eyes widened. Now she definitely had to make a decision. At least, if she says yes to helping Kun and YangYang out, she’ll have more of a chance finding her family with YangYang by her side. But, he could be lying.
But he hasn’t really had much of an excuse to lie to her…
The feeling of YangYang's fingertips on her cheek brought her out of her thoughts. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear; his eyes admiring every single one of her features. He took note that she had faint freckles under both eyes. He could make constellations out of them.
“Please? Just- just do it for me? Please?”
Y/n sighed; many scenarios going through her head of what could happen. And oddly enough, all of them were good. Because YangYang and her family were there.
a/n: i just wanted to take the time to thank @stayinzencity for taking the time to beta read (even if it was only half done... still technically is half done *nervous chuckle*) and for helping me out when i was stuck and couldn't think of anything!
and i also wanted to thank @flowerboykun for believing in me to be able to finish this even when i doubted myself! i appreciate you zoe!!
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genre- angst baby || fluff || yk just pure angst || high school! au in the beginning || college!au || bittersweet ||
characters/pairing- kinda popular kid!lee jeno x fem!volleyball player!reader || nct dream including mark || sooyoung
warnings- swearing | mentions of cheating but only accusations | dialogue heavy | lowercase letters intended | over usage of words bc i’m irrelevant | spelling/grammar mistakes | a whole relationship rollercoaster | jeno’s a dickhead | lots of self pondering
introduction- maybe you two just had enough of each other. being involved in one another’s lives could have just taken a huge toll on the both of you. so after finally separating practically your whole lives, you may both think you’re fine; but inside, neither of you can let each other go. one heated argument leads to another and you may have just lost your best friend, the love of your life… or maybe you didn’t…. or maybe you did.
“mommy! jeno just pulled my hair!” your five year old self shouted as five year old jeno huffed and turned the other way. his mother had been out for the day for a job interview and your mother had promised to take care of him. the two of your mothers’ had been friends since middle school, grew up together, went through their adolescence, helped each other with university work. they were the best of friends, inseparable. and when they found out they were both pregnant at the same time, they were ecstatic to raise their children together.
you and jeno had known each other your entire lives up to that point. he was only four months older than you but he acted as if he was so superior, and it just made you ticked off. throughout elementary school—mostly kindergarten and first grade— the two of you never got along and fought constantly. your mothers’ tried to make you like each other but to no avail.
“mom! y/n pinched me!” five year old jeno yelled to his mother as you stuck your tongue out at him and crossed your arms. your mother had brought you along to their house when that happened and it just seemed as if the two of you would never get along.
but all that changed when you entered middle school. well, not completely, but you had his back when he needed it. mostly when you were forced to help tutor jeno in your science class, or when he had a crush on one of your good friends. he had your back too, telling you not to get into fights with the girls who thought they were so much better than you, or trying to set you up on dates with his friends. middle school was truly a place where you and jeno put away whatever feud the two of you had going on. middle school with jeno was actually fun, graduating your eighth grade class, messing around with teachers, meeting new friends. there was just so much enjoyment for the both of you during those years.
when high school came along, the two of you had been in separate classes, you being put in advanced placement and jeno being put in stem. that was kind of the first time you have been separated from each other at school. during your primary days, you and jeno had the same schedules and it seemed like fate wanted you two together. but when you entered high school, you were both more distant toward each other, specifically during all of junior and most of senior year.
freshman year was more of an experience. it was weird to not see jeno through the halls, let alone not have classes with him. but the two of you were just as inseparable as your mothers’, and met up with each other after school anyway, whether it was your mom picking the two of you up or his.
you were two peas in a pod and had seemed to always be teased by your peers, even when you denied liking each other. if it was true or not, no one had believed you and the two of you were stuck as the couple throughout the entirety of freshman year.
“true friends are never apart. maybe in distance but never in heart.” as you two said.
but new years of 2016 all changed the way jeno had perceived you. he was invited to a new years party with a few of his friends— na jaemin and lee donghyuck— and jeno had seemingly been gullible enough to believe the lies people were saying about you. about how you started the rumor of him dating a model his age from overseas, the rumor about him making out with younghee during his free period one thursday morning, or the rumor about him liking eunseo. he was furious to know that you were the one who spread all of the gossip around school, pushing past the idea that you and him had been connected by the hip since you were born. pushing past the idea that you truly weren’t like that. but jeno was enraged, nonetheless.
while he was feeding off of lies people had told him that night, your family— as well as his— were spending the new year right. you and your family had been invited to the lee’s for the countdown and you noticed your best friend wasn’t there.
“y/n! jeno’s not here, he’s with donghyuck and jaemin for a new years party tonight. i hope you won’t be bored here,” said his mother with a look of disappointment in her eyes. you shook your head and smiled, “it’s okay, aunty. i have minjung!” although you were excited to have some alone girl time with his older sister, jeno had never told you about attending a new years party that night. and to think about it more, hyuck nor jaem had told you either. it was weird. but you just pushed that all aside and walked down the hall to minjung’s room. at the time you were fifteen and she was eighteen and a well-known senior at your high school.
“minjung!” you bursted through her door and she immediately ran to hug you. “y/n! i missed you!” she hugged back as nal nudged your calf in a greeting. picking up the feline, you walked out of the room to eat and sit in the living room to play some family games.
your two families counted down together and it was officially 2016. your parents had decided to stay for another hour before going back home. but during that hour, hyuck’s mom had dropped off jeno and he was met with your families laughing and having the time of their lives together. another year, another long friendship that was to never end; or so your parents thought.
jeno came home upset that night. he felt betrayed and disappointed that you would say those things about him but all the more that made him angry. his mother had greeted him but he coldly shook it off and took to his room. you were shocked, jeno never acted that way towards his mother. you didn’t notice how quiet it was until your parents nudged you to talk to him.
“uhm.. aunty, uncle. i’ll go talk to jeno, see what’s up with him.” and for some unknown reason, you were nervous walking down to his bedroom.
carefully, you knocked and let yourself slide through the door, “jen…? are you okay? why’d you do that to your mom?” your voice was soft, just more of a way to not trust you. you were a hoax. at least, to jeno you were.
“i’m fine, y/n. get out of my room, i need to shower,” he rushed you out only making you want to say and ask a million questions about what was going on in that moment.
“no. what’s wrong with you? what happened tonight?” your brows furrowed and that was when he turned to you with stone cold eyes.
“none of your business. now get out!”
you don’t think jeno had made you cry since you were little but this was the first time a tear had shed because of the person you cared most about. however, you could never really recall why you cried that night. it wasn’t a bawling kind of cry, more of a sniffly kind of cry. whether it was frustration or shock, you walked out of his room as you wiped your tears with your sweater. it’s probably only a mood, you tried to convince yourself.
boy were you wrong.
the next few months were like this; you constantly trying to get jeno’s attention, crying about losing your best friend, and questioning what had happened to get him so upset at you. it was all a mind-fuck and you missed jeno. and by the time sophomore year was over, you and jeno had seemed to become less and less involved with each other when your parents were invited to their house or vice versa. around midway summer vacation before junior year, you stopped trying to get jeno’s attention because you clearly didn’t matter to him anymore.
both of your parents were confused as to why you stopped talking all of a sudden. you two still saw each other, yes, but there was nothing past the glaring looks of pure hatred. ever since that night, there was never a spare of words between the two of you and your mothers’ were worried.
one morning, before driving off to school, your mother had asked you, “y/n, why don’t you and jeno talk anymore?
“jeno, why don’t you and y/n talk anymore?”
“he’s a jerk, mom. it’s complicated.”
“she’s fake, mom. it’s complicated.”
—
graduation was two months away and it had been officially two years and a couple months since your friendship breakup.
“hello!! earth to y/n,” waved hyuck with his hands in front of your face. “what’s up with you right now?”
after breaking the news to mutual friends, donghyuck had been stuck between the two of you for the longest time but opted to just stay friends with you and jeno because that wasn’t a petty thing to do. jaemin on the other hand, was a different story. after jeno told jaemin you weren’t friends before he told hyuck, jaemin had texted you to meet by the library to ‘talk.’ turned out, jaemin wanted to stay loyal to his friend and disregard you and your feelings; and that was the end of that relationship. so you basically lost two of your bestest friends within a span of a week without a clue as to why. that was the big question, though…. why?
you blinked as you looked toward his direction. “what do you want, hyuck?” he sighed before answering, “first class is free period, dummy. mrs. choi isn’t here today.” you slowly sighed as well, as donghyuck took you by your hand and dragged you out of the empty classroom.
“let’s go to mr. park’s. we can stay there until class ends. today’s long period anyway,” he explained, dragging you down the hall and up two flights of stairs. donghyuck barged into the room causing everyone to immediately look at the loud boy crashing the lecture.
“lee donghyuck! y/f/n! what are you two doing here? shouldn’t you be in mrs. choi’s room?” mr. park raised a brow.
“ayy mr. park! y/n and i are here because mrs. choi couldn’t make it to class today. besides, you’re our favorite teacher, why else would we come here?” the teacher hummed and excused you to sit at his, fairly large, desk. “just don’t bother my students,” he warned, mostly talking to hyuck. he only responded in a wink and signed a ‘keep going.’
about twenty minutes of unproductive work had passed and you finally looked up to observe the students in mr. park’s stem class. his room wasn’t that big and there were only about nineteen to twenty-four kids in the class. scanning the room, your eyes were met with jeno’s. you slightly snickered as your eyes twitched in annoyance and turned to hyuck.
“hey, guess who’s here.” his brows furrowed as he looked around, finally getting to see jeno. but being the good friend that he was, hyuck waved at jeno before greeting him. they apparently had a handshake and mr. park seemed to notice as he told hyuck to sit back down and for jeno to focus on his work. the tan boy pouted before sitting back at his seat, making some of the girls laugh.
he came back to sit next to you and you rolled your eyes toward jeno and turned to the boy. “really?”
“whaaat? just because you two aren’t friends doesn’t mean that he and i can’t.” what hyuck said was true. you shouldn’t let your aggravation get the best of you. it was donghyuck’s decision to be and to not be friends with people. you huffed out a fine and turned back to your laptop that does not have any completed assignments— though there were only two that you hadn’t done yet. but you knew that free period class was gonna be torture for the next hour or so.
your second period class was, fortunately, in mr. park’s room with hyuck. however, jeno happened to have mrs. choi for second period and asked mr. park to stay in his class for the time being. so while the three of you waited for the students to attend, jeno and hyuck had been messing around and the room filled with their laughter. soon, as the teacher was getting ready for his class, a couple of your extroverted classmates joined along in their joking as you just sat quietly next to hyuck.
while ten minutes had passed of mr. park talking and explaining something along the lines of graphical analysis, hyuck whispered, “what’s up with you today? you’re eerily quieter than usual.” yeah… why were you quieter today?
“uh, i don’t know, hyuck. maybe i’m just not feeling it today, i guess,” you shrugged and looked back to the class work stuck on your desk. then your mind wandered off to the conversation you had with your mother that morning.
“how? you two were the best of friends. what happened to ‘true friends are never apart. maybe in distance but never in heart?’” she asked, shoving down a spoonful of rice. but you just shrugged and replied, “hm, i don’t know, mom. he hasn’t spoken a word to me since new years of 2016. it’s been two years. besides, if he doesn’t want to be friends with me without telling the reason, then that’s on him. i quit trying a long time ago.”
it was true. after jeno pushed you off on multiple occasions, you had stopped trying to get on good terms again. he was the immature one in the first place; you just tried to fix whatever was going on.
but soon enough, second period was over and out you were to mr. yang’s ap chemistry class. sooyoung— one of your closest girl friends— had happened to be in that class as well so when you entered the room she immediately called you over. you sat down at the lab table where she was seated and rested your face against it.
“what’s wrong, y/n?” she asked, making you look up at her while rubbing your face from all the questions about your sudden change in behavior.
“nothing much. well… mrs. choi isn’t here today so hyuck dragged me to mr. park’s class and that asshole lee jeno was in there,” you explained to her but she got confused because you never really associated yourself with him since the sudden split. she was about to ask why you were so caught up with him all of a sudden but it was as if you could read her mind because your next sentence was, “my mom asked me about him this morning. she’s still bugging me about why we aren’t friends… his mom too, i’m sure. and i’ve just been thinking about it. usually she would ask and i would answer the same and be fine but i guess today is just not my day.” you'd be lying if you said you didn’t miss lee jeno. you truly did. after all the shenanigans you’ve been through, lee jeno was always by your side.
ugh just stop thinking about it. you told yourself, mentally slapping your face and turning toward the board. but throughout the entire class, you did not pay attention to a word that came out of mr. yangs’ mouth.
once the bell rang, you were snapped out of your trance and quickly packed your things to go to your fourth class of the day— mrs. lim.
walking up the stairs, you met donghyuck in the halls and told him to hurry to mrs. lim’s class before she gets upset. providentially, mrs. lim was short period and there wasn’t much to do besides take notes.
“y/n who do you have next?” donghyuck asked as he waited for you to walk to the door and out to the hallway. “language with ms. jung. you should know this by now, hyuck,” you playfully shook your head and punched his shoulder. he ignored it and asked another question, “oh! so you have first lunch?” you nodded and walked down the stairs to the first floor library.
“yeah but i’m not gonna eat. plus, i don’t know anyone during my lunch.”
hyuck dramatically covered his mouth and gasped. “yes you do, what the fuck? hello… me, duh!” you laughed at his extra self and stuck your hands in your pockets. “i mean besides you. everyone wants to sit with you anyways. and you know i don’t really eat lunch.” your response only made him pout and look at you with a weird face expression. “you know i would rather sit with you any day right, y/n?” you smiled brightly and looked at him. “... i know, but i’m just not hungry. i’ll be in the library for lunch, and after ms. jung’s class. mrs. bae isn’t here today either so i’m just going to spend my time there.”
he muttered in disappointment as he dropped you off at the library before heading to the cafeteria.
“bye stupid. thanks for walking with me.” he smirked and turned around. “bye ugly. i’ll see you here in two hours. love you.”
“love you too.” but a pair of brown eyes watched the whole scene. the scene that made his heart slowly break.
you walked into the library and sat at a vacant three seater table and pulled out whatever you had to finish out of your bag. five minutes had passed of you typing on your computer when a fellow junior— park jisung— walked through the double doors and immediately recognized his favorite senior— you.
“y/n!” he whisper shouted while speed walking to the table you were sitting at. smiling at him, you pulled the chair next to you so he would have a place to sit. then you asked him why he was here.
“mrs. choi isn’t present today so i’m just gonna stay here. mrs. bae isn’t here either, chenle’s gonna come during last period too,” he explained while getting out his computer and a notebook. mrs. bae was your ceramics teacher and it seemed like there were a lot of teachers absent that day; but it was only a regular friday.
after conversing with jisung for another twenty minutes the loud bell signified the end of first lunch and off you were to your language class with ms. jung. you left the library after packing up and bidding jisung a short ‘see ya later.’
however, you forgot lee jeno was also in ms. jung’s class with you until you saw the back of his head turn straight into her room. fuck.
shortly after he walked in and sat down, you walked through the door and toward the back of the class to sit at one of the desks. and you swore jeno was eyeing you down as you passed him, and not in a good way.
but to jeno… he was eyeing you because he just missed you. he missed hanging out with you, especially during class. ever since he had that chat with his mom that morning— as well as seeing you with hyuck in mr. park’s class, and seeing you two announce your appreciation towards each other— he realized that he fucking missed you. so much.
that day was a friday too, so your parents were definitely going over the lee’s tonight. mentally, you rolled your eyes and shut your brain from thinking anything else and to just listen to what ms. jung had planned for the day.
school was boring, though. and your class just continued doing whatever you did during your class, prior.
“okay guys! we’re together for short period on monday, make sure you finish your research over the weekend. you’re free to go.”
you just stuffed your notebook into your bag and walked up the aisle. but you stopped right when jeno had dropped his pen. he picked it up and looked at you, quietly apologizing. you hadn’t heard him, though; he was too quiet so you just paused until he picked it up and walked out of class to the front lobby. he should’ve just spoken up but he was too late.
mrs. bae didn’t have a substitute to fill in for her so you walked to the library, planning to sit at the same table which, thankfully, already seated chenle and jisung. you sat across from the boys and sighed, laying your head down again.
“what’s wrong?” asked chenle. you lifted your head up and lazily smiled before shaking your head.
“nothing. today’s just been tiring, that’s all. you two do your work. i’m gonna try to take a nap.” they both nodded and let you rest for the remaining time, making sure to wake you up before the bell rang.
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“hyuck!” you ran up to him. he picked you up from your house that morning and so he was going to drop you off. “we have to pick up jangmi today. she stayed after school to help her teachers prepare for their spring formal.”
“really? sungho stayed after school too. what a coincidence,” he chuckled as he unlocked the car door and started it up. jangmi was your little sister in seventh grade and sungho was donghyuck’s younger brother in the same grade, attending the same school. what your poor little sister didn’t know was that sungho had a tiny little crush on her. so said from sungho to hyuck. it was cute.
they both greeted the two of you and talked about their day staying after school.
“are you guys going to the dance together?” asked donghyuck with a slight laugh, making sungho flush red and stutter, “uh.. i don’t know. it’s up to jangmi. but i don’t have a date yet.” his little brothers response made hyuck laugh and you hit his stomach.
“don’t make fun of sungho. it’s not nice. jangmi, do you have a date for the formal?” you looked at her through the rear view mirror. “no. i don’t even know if i wanna go yet.” hyuck laughed again but you flicked his cheek before he could say anything else to his brother. and then it got awkwardly quiet in the backseat of the acura tlx.
“bye, jangmi! bye, y/n!” said hyuck and his brother. “same time tomorrow morning?” he asked after rolling down the window some more. you responded with a nod and walked into your house after waving one last time to the pair of siblings. only to be met with your mother rushing the two of you to change into something formal. your sister whined and asked why.
“we’re meeting at kwonsooksoo to have dinner with the lee’s.”
“but it’s only three p.m. why do we have to get ready now?” you furrowed your brows.
“because i know you girls will take forever. plus, it’s almost a two hour drive from here. we’re supposed to be meeting them at 7:30.”
that was a typical friday night. each of your parents spending way too much money on food that’ll be half finished by the time you left, awkward and nasty looks between you and jeno, and quiet conversations of you and minjung followed by jeno and jangmi.
so while fixing up the makeup on your face, you slowly stopped swiping the brush on your face and looked in the mirror at your reflection, then to the bedside table where you remember you hid a scrapbook from years ago. setting the brush down on your desk, you turned in the chair you were sitting in and opened the drawer to pick up the polaroid picture filled book.
covering the cream colored pages were silly pictures of the two of you from birth to elementary school, fun patterns of washi tape, and the messy handwriting of you and jeno. looking through the reminiscent book, you remembered the stash of old friendship items in a large shoe box hiding under your bed. quickly, you scrambled to the floor and dragged the dusty, wood-like box from its place.
you opened the top of the box and it looked like how you remembered it looked like when you packed it up two years ago. in the box contained some more photo albums and scrapbooks, a few framed pictures, letters that jeno wrote for your birthday—your seventh, tenth, and fourteenth— a few sheets of guitar notes, and a friendship bracelet each of you made for each other. and looking through all of the memories, a single tear had dropped from your face just as your mother walked in the room. she was going to tell you they were ready to leave until she stopped mid sentence, immediately looking sad at her daughter crying because of the friendship she used to have.
“auh… y/n,” her voice was soft as she knelt on the floor and cupped your cheeks in her palms. you just cried and hugged her, constantly saying that you missed him. you missed lee jeno so damn much. and you could never say it enough.
the lee’s never saw you that night. after that whole breakdown, your mother thought it was best to not let you go. it could’ve caused more erect feelings and she didn’t want that for you, even if she did want you to tell jeno that you missed him. but she didn’t force it on you, and they left the house to meet the lee’s without you.
the following hour, a knock was heard at your door.
it was na jaemin.
jaemin had lived in the area, but you were confused and shocked by his presence back in your life. hesitantly, you unlocked the door and there he stood. from the outside, you probably looked emotionless but on the inside, you were freaking the fuck out.
“na jaemin..? what are you doing here?” you had been straight to the point, not wanting to see his face any longer. but he just dryly chuckled and said, “my mom cut the power at my house. it’s gonna be out for a few days but i just wanted to see if you still lived in the area.” it sounded like he was mocking you and it made your eye twitch in annoyance and asked him what he wanted and why he was here.
“whaat? i can’t see an old friend?” that made you pissed and you shoved the door closed. though na jaemin had a fast reflex, and caught the door with his foot before opening it again. this time, your hand was rested on your hip and the other was holding the door, preventing it to be fully opened.
“we don’t like each other, remember. now spill it or i’ll crush your toes with my door.” you were still as sassy as he remembered and it made him genuinely smile this time.
“calm down, princess. i just really wanted to know if you were home since, you know, you and jeno’s family are out.” how did he know? lee jeno, that’s how. you just rolled your eyes and opened the door wider than it was before he just invited himself in your house. didn't he have any respect?
walking in after him, you watched as he sat down on your couch and you leaned on the wall. the space of your living room was quiet until he broke the silence.
“jeno said that you didn’t go with your family today… that’s why i’m here, okay.” he looked at you with guilt in his eyes.
to be honest, you missed jaemin almost as much as you missed jeno. you confessed it to hyuck, and you were almost 100% sure he told at least jaemin that you missed the two.
“i’m sorry,” he whispered out, “i miss you y/n… jeno and i both.”
you looked to the floor then back to the blonde boy, unbelievably. the boys were pranksters and this could be a sick joke.
“don’t lie to me, na,” you hissed out and pushed yourself off the wall to walk into the kitchen, jaemin following after. he sat at the island and watched as you rummaged through the fridge to find something to drink.
“i’m being sincere. we miss you a lot.”
scoffing, you left the kitchen to walk to your room. but you looked back at jaemin, sighed, and motioned him to follow you up to your room.
your room was still the same. the first door to the right when you walk up the stairs. of course, it had been revamped, but it still eluded the energy he always sensed from you since the two of you met. staring at jaemin scanning your room, you remembered how observant he was.
jaemin always knew when something was up, whether it was you being sad, you being frustrated, or when you were just zoning out. he knew you like the back of his hand, even if you didn’t know it. he was quiet but knowledgeable.
while looking around the room, jaemin noticed the old photo albums opened and scattered on your bed. he walked to your bed and picked up the butterfly scrapbook. flipping through the pages, he smiled, and even slightly chuckled at the childish pictures and humorous comments that filled each page. when he was done looking through that photo book, he patted the seat next to him for you to sit down. grabbing the next scrapbook— a pokémon themed title page— he opened it up and leaned his head on your shoulder, causing you to freeze up.
it was as if he knew there were lots of pictures of him and hyuck in that specific book. it was your eighth grade memory book and you had known hyuck and jaemin for three years prior to that. the sweet smile was still on his face the entire time he flipped through the pages. he read and detected every picture and every little blurb of writing on each page, knowing whose handwriting was who’s.
“i missed this a lot,” he muttered while caressing the printed out picture of the four of you during your eighth grade graduation ceremony. then he glanced up at you. looking nowhere in particular, you whispered out, “me too. so much.” jaemin then sat up and faced you, wiping the tears escaping your eyes. you then looked at him.
“you know, y/n… jeno still has the friendship bracelet you made him,” he said, looking at the colorful arrangement of beads sitting on the floor. “actually, jeno has a lot of things in his room that remind him of you.” he leaned his head against your shoulder once more, lightly wrapping his arms around you to embrace your figure in a hug. then you leaned your head against his, slightly sniffling away the tears and picking up the last scrapbook you made before you stopped being friends.
flipping through the pages, jaemin recollected all the memories from two to three years ago in high school. about halfway through the book, the pictures soon came to a stop. the rest of the pages were left blank. he lifted his head up and there was a frown present on his face.
“you didn’t finish filling it out?” he questioned, getting up and closing the book.
“i didn’t get to. we stopped talking after new years.” he looked back at the page that was last filled. it was pictures of your families together during christmas eve playing secret santa. flashes of smiling faces and wrapping paper on the floor.
‘december 24, 2015, christmas eve. i hung these pictures up late this year. it’s currently january second and jeno won’t talk to me since new years night. i didn’t have the guts to put these pictures in here but these were the last pictures i had of us all being happy. i don’t think he wants to talk to me anyways…. happy new year and goodbye for now, it’s been fun :( - y/n’
jaemin’s heart broke while holding the crinkled paper in his hands. as strong as he was, mentally, his tears dripped onto the last filled page and looked to you. a single tear falling as he blinked. without a word, jaemin embraced you in a warm and comforting hug. a hug you missed for years.
slowly, you wrapped your arms around your ex-best friend as tears puddled your shoulder as he cried harder and harder. and after the ten minute crying session, jaemin had been rather sniffly and puffy eyed. feeling bad and somewhat guilty, you let jaemin stay over your house to have some takeout with you.
“is that why you didn’t go with your family tonight?” he asked, gulping down his water.
“yeah. i was getting ready and then i just remembered about it. the next thing i knew, i was looking through those pictures and crying... my mom felt bad and didn’t want me to go.” he just nodded in acknowledgment and placed down the cup. it was quiet for a few moments before a text message notification was heard.
“i gotta go. my mom’s wondering where i am.” you walked him to the door and opened it, bidding him a goodbye before he trudged down the street toward his house. just as you shut the door, your mother called you that they were almost home.
packing up the food, and tidying up your room, the jiggling keys caught your attention. it was only about 9:45 and your father walked in, followed by your family, and along came the lee’s. of course.
you scurried up the stairs and kicked the box of memories under your bed just as your father opened the door. you turned to him with your hands folded in front of you and awkwardly smiling.
“pooh! the lee’s are here, come say hi.” you figured your mother hadn’t told your father about the little scene she had witnessed. to be honest, he didn’t know how to react in those kinds of situations so you were kind of glad he was oblivious.
you ushered down the stairs in your easter pajamas and hugged mr and mrs. lee. while hugging them, they said they missed you for dinner and asked what was wrong.
“my stomach hurt a little bit earlier and mom said i could stay home for tonight. i’m glad to see you guys, though!” they cheered and nodded as they looked at their son, motioning— with their eyes— to talk to you.
jeno cleared his throat and greeted you with a small ‘hi’ before jangmi dragged him to her room. everyone remaining sighed and went to the living room while you just walked back up to your room. jangmi’s bedroom was diagonally across from yours and you couldn’t help but to eavesdrop on their conversation.
“jangmi… what would you say if i said that-” you quit listening and shut the door to your room. blowing the baby hairs out of your face, you looked around your room and was face to face with the guitar sitting in the corner of your room. it was the guitar jeno had bought for your last birthday since you stopped talking. picking up the guitar, you sat back on your bed and grabbed the music sheet from the box, playing the nostalgic tune you and jeno had randomly come up with one day after school.
stepping out of your sisters’ room to go to the bathroom, jeno instantly heard the old song playing in his ears and leaned his head to your closed door. a small smile appeared on his face as he named the notes in his head. his father had come up the stairs and startled jeno, making him move his hand against the elongated doorknob and open your door, causing him to fall back first onto the floor of your bedroom.
you promptly stood up in surprise and your eyes were wide open. was he there the whole time? what was he even doing?
jeno swiftly picked himself off the ground and scratched his head in embarrassment, looking back to his dad who gave him the look. so entering your room and closing the door, you’re met with jeno’s gaze. your heart was pounding and your breathing was heavy, as was his.
tears glossed over your eyes again until he spoke up. “....you still have the music sheet to that?” he refused to look at you.
you gulped and replied, “yeah… i was just, uh, going through some of my old stuff. i found it earlier.” the tension between the two of you was thick and no one wanted to say a word after that.
“uhm.. well, i guess i’ll get going. jangmi’s probably waiting for me.” he was about to leave until he heard your sniffling. he immediately turned around and saw you with your head down and the guitar laying on the floor. he recalled the guitar he bought you for your fifteenth birthday. calmly walking towards your fragile figure, jeno asked what was wrong.
“... you jerk…” you took a deep breath in and looked up at him. “get out of my room… please. jangmi’s waiting…” in that moment, jeno realized that he didn’t want to leave, he wanted to stay with you. so he did the next best thing, walked out, informed your sister in what was going on, quickly walked back to your room and hugged you as tight as he could. maybe your best friend was back.
he just constantly shushed you and held you like you were a piece of glass getting ready to break. one of his hands held your waist and the other held your head against his chest as he swung the two of you back and forth, slowly. jeno just let you cry in his embrace as small tears fell from his eyes as well. the only sounds that filled the room were the sobs that escaped your mouth.
during the time, jangmi had rushed down the stairs to let your parents know what was happening at that very moment. it was a miracle to know that you two were actually close to each other in the same room. you two were true friends, indeed.
the night ended with you drained out and falling asleep against jeno’s chest. just as he and his parents were going to leave, jeno made sure to tuck you in bed and bid you a small goodnight before shutting the lights and leaving with his parents.
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the following morning— around nine in the morning— you were awoken by the alarm you had set prior. you can feel the puffy of your eyes and instantly remember the night before. you and jeno hugged. you were crying and jeno comforted you. to some degree, there was a small smile on your face as you stretched to get ready for work.
you worked at some pho restaurant— pho-nomenal— downtown and hyuck promised to drop you off even though you were fully capable of driving to work yourself. but he just insisted and said he was going to eat pho with a friend.
“y/n! hyuckie is here!” screamed your sister from downstairs. you replied just as loud saying you were tying up your hair. you said goodbye to your parents and told them you were off work at four.
getting in the car you screamed out what happened last night. donghyuck pretended to be shocked. jeno had already told him by the time they left your house. and hyuck told him that you were working in the morning and to have some pho before off to a college interview.
checking in, sooyoung had greeted donghyuck and sat him down at an open table. he then proceeded to ask sooyoung to ask you to serve for his table. did you mention that sooyoung had a teensy crush on said boy?
she was a little upset but you two were best friends so she just nodded and went to the back to say you had company.
“hyuck, what do you want? why didn’t you let sooyoung serve you today?” you whined while placing down two menus and a buzzer on the table. “because i want you to,” he shrugged and looked past your figure to see jeno walk through the doors. looking back to where your friend was looking, you directly saw jeno as well. that sneaky little prick.
growling and flipping him off, you walked back to the front desk and grabbed some more menus to serve the other people that filled the restaurant.
coming back to hyuck and jeno’s table, you were unable to look jeno in the eyes as he ordered first. when he was finished, you glared at hyuck as he hid his laughter behind the menu. going to the back room, you called out the order and clipped it onto the board and walked back out to stand in front of the main desk. the restaurant wasn’t that busy in the morning so you and your coworkers stood at the front ready to greet other customers and get the meals prepared.
when their food was ready, you rang the buzzer and up came lee jeno. you were going to kill lee donghyuck.
sooyoung and a couple other coworkers were unavailable so you were the only one to give jeno their food.
just as he was about to talk, you gave them their meal and mumbled, “enjoy your food.” it was all too abrupt. but he thanked you and walked down back to the table. both he and donghyuck sighed. you were too stubborn.
“no, hyuck. she’s just scared to be friends with me again. i mean, i would be too if she did that to me. we’ve been best friends since diapers…. sorta… but i still know what kind of person she is,” jeno said, slurping down his noodles and looking at your back as you were preparing some drinks for the other customers. the other boy just shook his head and got ready to take another bite.
once they were finished, and their finished food was taken care of, jeno offered to pay for the meal, just so he could talk to you. as desperate as hyuck was to have the two of you interact, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t happy that jeno was paying just for the sake of your relationship.
“total is $16.83,” you hadn’t even said a complete sentence. sure it made sense but it wasn’t complete; and it broke jeno’s heart that you didn’t want to see him anymore. glancing up, donghyuck gives you a look and you already know what he’s going to text you later. rolling your eyes at him, you give jeno his change back. your hands brushed against each other as you handed back his coins and it made jeno slightly shiver.
the rest of the day was pretty boring. some of the same customers, everyone ordering the same things, the busy back room. as your shift was coming to an end, you got a text from hyuck that jeno and jaemin were coming along to pick you up. just great.
hanging up your apron, you texted your mom that the boys, though you told her only hyuck, was going to pick you up from work and drop you off. you groaned and walked outside after saying your goodbyes to your crew mates.
“hurry up, donghyuck! it’s going to rain, i can hear the thunder,” you nagged while persistently looking around to spot his car. “okay, okay, i’m down the street. hold your horses.”
finally pulling into the parking lot, donghyuck stopped in front of you and you climbed into the back seat next to jaemin. he and you had exchanged phone numbers the previous night and it seemed like he was back to his affectionate self. he greeted you with a hug from the side and showed off his charming smile and pearly whites. you awkwardly hugged him back, not knowing you two were already in this stage of becoming friends again. jeno looked back through the mirror, he was jealous jaemin was working so fast and already making little progress.
“y/n… i forgot to tell you that we’re all staying the night,” hyuck mockingly laughed. “i already told your mom too. jangmi’s excited.” he finished with a teasing wink. oh brother, you mentally rolled your eyes, sighing into the leather seat.
“cheer up y/n! we can catch up..” jaemin’s sentence became less enthusiastic. you just slightly smiled and looked at him, “okay then.” and it was quiet for the rest of the ride.
opening the door, jangmi’s voice is heard from the opposite side yelling at your dad, “dad! y/n, hyuck, jaemin, and jeno are here!” the boys laughed and all took off their shoes before greeting your sister and father.
“pooh! mom’s at the grocery store right now. you’ll have to help her put away the stuff when she comes back,” he informed. you just nodded with a yes and told them to follow you up to your room. then it got you wondering. three boys sleeping over a girls house at the age of eighteen? curse lee donghyuck.
at around 6 p.m. or so, your mother comes through the door and asks for help to bring the groceries in while she’s greeting the three boys.
“hi boys. i’m glad you could stay the night here! and i’m happy you four are friends again.” your eyes shut from embarrassment and told your mom that there was one last gallon of water in the trunk.
after putting the food and whatnot away, you all walked back upstairs and it was silent for a good few moments. “uhm, we have some extra towels and i think i have some toothbrushes in my closet. you guys can just sleep on the inflatable bed, it’s all we have.” jaemin clicked his fingers. “duh, our stuff is in hyuck’s trunk. we packed everything y/n, don’t worry. i mean, besides the bed but you know what i mean.” you chuckled and nodded as they went back outside to get their belongings. however, jeno had asked them to bring up his bag and so it was just the two of you again.
you were playing with your fingers when he said, “...i’m happy you’re letting us in..” you looked up at him and shyly smiled. “it’s the least i could do. we used to be friends so…”
“yeah but i want to change that, y/n. i want us to be best friends again. remember ‘true friends are never apart. maybe in distance but never in heart’?” his heart hurt and he was physically in pain. as much as you wanted to yell at him that this was all his fault, you didn’t have the guts to. because he’s back and he wants to be friends again.
the night ended with all of you huddled on your bed watching some thriller tv show that hyuck chose. though you weren’t paying attention at all. the four of you talked throughout the night and looked back on all the memories from middle school to freshman year.
“yeah, yeah! remember when we dared y/n to sit next to mark lee? that was gold! i still have those pictures on my phone!” exclaimed jeno while scrolling to the top of his photo album on his phone. your eyes were widened and your face flushed red, remembering the embarrassing moment.
“ugh stop. i didn’t even like mark lee like that,” you said, covering your face in the palms of your hand. mark lee was your senior at the time of that incident. you were fifteen and he was sixteen. your friends and mark all had the same lunch; but being the popular boy he was, mark lee was sitting with his other friends. they were recalling that you had a supposed crush on the boy and when they had the chance, forced you to sit next to him. it was all just humiliating sitting next to someone everyone thought you had a crush on. and you knew mark heard about those rumors going around.
“yeah okay, y/n. keep saying that,” hyuck smirked and rolled his eyes. jaemin was just laughing and having a good time listening to the conversations going on.
around midnight jangmi walked through your door and joined in on some of the joking the boys were doing. “get out jangmi! we’re talking about high school stuff, plus mom’s gonna be mad at you tomorrow,” you scolded, making her stick her tongue out and hug the older boys goodnight. brat.
you don’t remember when, but when you woke up the next morning, the only person who was sleeping was jeno. jaemin and hyuck were awoken an hour prior and they wanted to let the two of you rest since you were both notorious for going to sleep late and waking up late.
it was only ten in the morning but you pushed yourself out of bed to wash your face and brush your teeth. when you walked down the stairs, the aroma of food entered your senses and jaemin avidly greeted you.
“good morning y/n! we were about to wake you and jeno up but since you’re awake, go tell jeno food’s ready.” he turned you around to face the stairs. sighing, you walked up the stairs and back into your room.
carefully shaking jeno, you repeat, “wake up, food’s ready.” being the lazy bum he was, turned the other way then threw a pillow to your face.
“stop bothering me, monkey.” you were in a trace. monkey and bubba; that’s what you two called each other. you stared at his back, but somehow he felt more awake and sort of uncomfortable. shifting around, he turned to you and sat up.
“what’s wrong with you all of a sudden?” he questioned, waving a hand in front of your face. he must have just blabbed that out while he was half conscious and wasn’t paying attention.
“.... eat. my mom, jaem, and hyuck made breakfast,” you mumbled and walked out the door and down the stairs. from then on he wondered what had gotten into you. but while he was getting ready he remembered what he had said. monkey, the nickname he gave you when you were both eleven. jeno then wondered what would happen if he continued to call you monkey. would you be all flustered? would you complain and yell at him? or would you call him bubba? he’d hope you’d call him bubba again. he missed your nicknames.
your friends and family all enjoyed breakfast together, and your mother was stoked to have the four of you back before leaving for college. instead of the three musketeers, it was the four musketeers. you, lee jeno, lee donghyuck, and na jaemin.
after breakfast, they left to run their errands or start their schedules for the day.
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while monday started, you wondered if jaemin and jeno would talk to you. welp, only one way to find out.
driving your way to school, hyuck had texted you where you were.
i’m on my way, just wait omg sent, 7:28 a.m.
parking your car and walking towards the front lobby, the two boys pushed through the row of doors and rushed to you. jaemin, being much more comfortable, hugged you and hyuck joined soon after. jeno was a bit on the slower side, deciding to tone down his excitement.
“ayy look at this cool guy,” jaem turned around and teased jeno as he walked to you with his hands in the pockets of his sweater. the boy just smirked and shook his head.
“morning monkey.” you tensed again, then turned pink since the energetic boys stood confused. “monkey? is that what we’re calling y/n now? because i’m totally up for it!” exclaimed hyuck.
your eyes widened and shouted, “no! you guys are not going to call me monkey. that was just a nickname he used to call me.”
jaemin spoke up, “really? since when? how come we’ve never heard this ‘monkey’ come out of jeno’s lips until right in this moment?” you glared at jeno and responded, “it was just a thing between the two of us. besides, you know i have nicknames for both of you, too.” the two boys just rolled their eyes as jeno smiled and cheered in some sort of victory. you stuck out your tongue and caught up with the salty boys who were a couple feet ahead.
but during the walk to first period, in which mrs. choi wasn’t there again, the trio was greeted by everyone as they looked at you, questioning to themselves why you were hanging out with jeno and jaemin. some even forgot the four of you were a thing, and some just didn’t know.
“woah, y/n hanging with them? nana and jen?!”
“i thought they stopped being friends…?”
“damn. i haven’t seen ‘em together since sophomore year.”
and other variations were heard throughout the halls as you, hyuck, and jeno went to drop off jaemin in mrs. moon’s room before walking to mr. park’s.
right when you three walked through the doors, mr. park playfully sighed and gave you and hyuck a look. then looking at the students whispering and already starting to gossip. oh great.
while loosely paying attention to the teachers lesson, you looked around the room, hyuck doing his work and occasionally looking up, some students— of which were mostly female— looking between you and jeno, and jeno, continuously peering over to you. when you met eye contact, he was quick enough to look away and act as if he was taking notes. was jeno really starting to like you? again?
he would probably never admit it but during eighth and ninth grade years, jeno developed the tiniest, and by tiniest he really had the biggest, crush on you. of course, you never knew, only seeing him as family and one of your bestest and closest friends. but it was all in the past and he kind of figured you never really liked him like that anyway.
you diverted your attention back to the laptop screen and started doing some more research for your language class. but as the seconds ticked by, jeno started to glance at you more and more, especially since he knew you were no longer paying attention to his class.
before you knew it, first class was over and you and hyuck sat at your seats in the same room. jeno just stayed in his seat but tapped the desk to the right of him to signify for you to sit there. sort of uncomfortably, you plopped yourself onto the desk and took out whatever you needed for his class. him and hyuck talked, as usual, but jeno made sure to include you since you were now both on speaking terms.
small smiles and shy laughter. it’s always been who you were, it’s always been one of the reasons why jeno fell for you. the whole school scene was just always too overwhelming for you, much rather being on the quieter side. it probably never seemed like it back in middle school but you were always way too much of a nervous wreck to actually do something bad. you were all bark and no bite.
so when class started, and students started to fill the desks one by one. kyong, a well-known— but basic— popular classmate came walking into the room, planning to sit in her seat, which was next to jeno, whom she subtly liked. but seeing you sit there all of a sudden startled her.
“hi, y/n,” she smiled with flames burning in her eyes. “uh that’s my seat, i’m sorry.”
you looked her in the eyes and apologized, getting ready to pack your things to sit next to hyuck until jeno stopped you from doing so and said, “there’s no assigned seats kyong. just go sit next to…. jihoon,” he pointed across the room. her eyes twitched slightly before smiling again and walking to sit next to the knocked out boy.
throughout the class, jeno and hyuck proceeded with their joking around until mr. park had enough and turned around. giving them the ‘you are a senior in high school’ speech. but to be fair, they were being a biiiit immature.
directly after the bell rang, you went straight to mr. yang’s lab class and sat next to sooyoung, after you said goodbye to jeno and hyuck. immediately explaining your weekend out to her.
“i’m sorry he WHAT?”she whisper-shouted hoping mr. yang wouldn’t hear. unfortunately he did and shushed her before moving onto the next part of the lesson he was teaching. you just made a face and nodded before returning back to your notes, sooyoung still in astonishment.
when ms. jung’s class arrived— which was after mrs. lim’s— you sat right where you had been sitting. but before you walked past him like he wasn’t there, jeno greeted you with a smile. thankfully, you did return it and got yourself situated for that class.
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once your classes were over, you walked to your car and started the engine before jeno called you on your phone. confused, you picked up.
“hello? why are you calling me?” it sounded a bit rude but you didn’t mean for it to come out like that.
“i just wanted to ask if you left yet. you just speeded out the room and i kinda…. sorta…. need a ride,” he elongated the last part of his sentence. you sighed and replied, “can’t you drive? i know you took your drivers permit. and i know you have a license.”
“my car’s in the shop, getting the tires fixed. hyuck picked me up,” he laughed.
“then didn’t you leave with him?”
“that ass left before i had the chance. please, y/n?” he whined and you could practically hear his pout. roughly, you sighed and breathed out ‘fine.’ it seemed like ever since you were nice to each other again, the little prick had been taking advantage of you. but that wasn’t jeno, right?
just as he shut the passenger seat door, you said that you had to pick up jangmi before dropping him off.
“i’m cool with that. besides, jangmi loves me,” he bragged. you just snorted and rolled your eyes before driving off to her school
when you arrived at her middle school, she peered through the passenger window and straight away, a smile was placed on her lips. she opened the door, “jeno! you’re coming home with us today? where’s aunty?” he just laughed and turned his head to her before answering.
“no. y/n is just dropping me off today, and maybe the rest of this week,” his sentence trailed off as he looked at you, only for you to look back and scowl at him.
“maybe tomorrow. if y/n allows me,” the damn teasing tone in his voice. jangmi looked at you with hopeful eyes through the mirror.
“what? it’s not my house. plus jeno’s probably gonna make me not take him home after school anyways.” you were quite annoyed with the duo. as much as you love them, they were a pain in the ass.
dropping jeno off jangmi asked, “what happened between you two?” you just laughed and responded with a little shake of your head, leaving her confused and complaining that you were a bad sister and a bad friend.
“i am not! you’re just too young,” you teased her again since the age difference between her and you was significant. more so, significant enough.
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graduation day. thursday, june 14th. the day you would remember forever.
it was the morning of senior graduation. nothing much was going on, just the hectic scene of constant practices and nervousness.
“i cannot believe we’re graduating high school together! first middle school and now this!” clapped jaemin with his cheery smile. all four of you were glad to be together in that moment at that time, together. after the feud, your relationship had been stronger than ever and you were all glad.
your parents had come together the couple previous days in order to plan your surprise graduation party for the four of you. it was to be held at your house, as your mom insisted to your dad, so when you all got home, your friends and families would be there.
prior to you leaving the school auditorium, your parents had treated you to some ice cream money before ushering the four of you to go out and have some celebratory treats so they could prepare the little party.
when you reached your house, it was eerily quiet. their parents had parked a couple streets down to hide the fact that they were all a part of the surprise party. so after you walked through the door, all your friends and family popped out of their hiding places and yelled ‘congratulations!’
every since you and jeno got close again, he started to realize his feelings had been coming back. and this time they came by and hit him like a whole truck. once he knew about the party— because of his loudmouth parents— he knew it then. jeno was going to confess.
but he was scared; as he should be. he was scared to lose the friendship he just gained back, but he was also scared of losing the relationship with jaemin and donghyuck. but it was worth a shot. it was all or nothing. besides, there was a chance your feelings could be reciprocated, right?
so while the sun was setting and the bonfire was getting started, jeno was seated next to you at the swings with no one to bother you. he made sure to tell his plan to hyuck and jaem— and also your beloved family— so they wouldn’t mess it up. but when jeno found the courage to speak up, the bundle of nerves distracted his thought process and he was spitting out stutters.
“hey, bubba. you okay?” your face showed concern which did not help the situation he was in.
“yeah, i’m okay,” he was upset at himself for not having the balls to confess to his first love. will he have enough courage to confess later? only time will figure it out.
looking off to your family, jeno was having a mid-war crisis in his mind. beating himself up for being so quiet all of a sudden. but while the silence followed between you and jeno, you had been having a hell-of-a-ton of questions and statements in your mind as well.
why couldn’t you confess to him already?
man up. it’s just jeno. no matter what happens you two will always stay friends. at least that’s what you hoped.
as the amount of misquotes grew larger, and the purples and pink in the sky turned blue, jaemin and hyuck had gone to the closest supermarket to pick up some s’mores for everyone to enjoy. gathering around the campfire, everyone made their own marshmallow goodness and joked the night away. until the swarming mosquitoes started to bite everyone.
and while the crickets were heard, everyone was in the living room playing your family time games with a twist. but you ended the night with a movie— or two. so as you were busy making the popcorn, your friends and families all crowded jeno and asked if he had confessed yet. awkwardly, jeno declined and admitted that he hadn’t said a word about his feelings to you. your parents had then ushered him to say a little something about his feelings toward you.
mustering up whatever sort of bravery he had, jeno trotted his way to the kitchen where you were preparing the last batch of popcorn for everyone. he leaned his figure to the wall, admiring you for a moment before softly clearing his throat to catch your attention.
just go up to her, dammit. jeno repeated in his head.
“uh— you know, monkey. i uh— we should— i kinda wanna go to the mall and— no we should go to that new seafood restaurant— no no, scratch that…. but can we-” you interrupted his cute rambling before resting your hand on his chest and kissing his cheek.
“i got the message jen,” you laughed. “of course i’d go out with you this weekend.” by the time he walked back to the living room, he was a ball of goo and all eyes were on him; especially your family. just by the look of his face when he came back, they all knew what you had said, and it was affirmative.
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your first date that next weekend went by perfectly. jeno had ended up taking you to an aquarium and dinner for the evening and it was the best date you’ve ever had. really, it was the only meaningful date but best, nonetheless.
appreciatively, the date you and jeno and went on was not awkward at all. it was just as if you two were just hanging out as friends, but of course, better.
you were just joking along with each other and recalling smaller, more precious memories between the two of you before the conversation got a little more serious.
“i got accepted into yonsei university!” he exclaimed, not knowing you had also applied to the university and got accepted a few days prior.
“congratulations bubba! i got accepted too!” he cheered at you and gripped your hand in affirmation and proudness.
now you knew. maybe you two were truly meant to be.
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a brand new start.
august 29th. first day of the new semester of a new year, a whole mouthful.
the major you had chosen for your path at yonsei was interior architecture. jeno was majoring in computer software and media applications.
luckily, you and jeno had classes about the same times on the same days so you each had time to briefly see each other on campus or meet up while you’re both free. it was a little hard to adapt at first, but you two were champs and still even had time to meet up with hyuck and even sooyoung— who both went to hanyang university— and jaemin— who attended hongik university.
“monkey!” yelled jeno who was about ten feet in front of you. your class had just ended and you were just walking around the entrance of jeno’s building, waiting for him.
“sorry i was late. professor oh kept us back,” he scratched the back of his head. only for you to shake your head and give him a ‘no worries’ smile. it was a thursday and you and jeno had some sports meetings right after class. once again, with the same schedule. it wasn’t a bad thing, not at all. but there were times where you wished you never hung out so much. even so, you loved jeno— in fact, you were the first to pull the ‘i love you’ card a few weeks back.
walking to the campus gymnasium, the both of you get changed into athleisure attire and separated ways, jeno to the field and you just a couple of walks to the gymnasium. you had been playing volleyball to stay fit and to find a hobby while living the college life. jeno, to much surprise, continued to pursue football during his college years, so as to stay fit and to keep his passion of playing football alive.
“i’ll see you later, monkey. we have community service later, yeah?” he asked while greeting some of his teammates. you nodded and waved to your girls before jeno smiled lovingly at you and held your chin in his hand to peck your lips. teasingly, he winked and walked to where the boys went out. shaking your head at him playfully, you walked into the gym to start with some stretches and warmups.
apparently you were the best woman on the volleyball team so the girls immediately nominated you as team captain. discussing about the plans your coach had given you prior, the girls stopped chatting and got straight to practice. chanmi was one of your peers on the team who was seemingly jealous of you; of which you did not know she was, but it was better for her to know rather than for you. you had just thought that she didn’t like you, like, at all.
“ugh i don’t understand why y/n is team captain. it’s not fair,” she complained to her friend one morning. you were on an early coffee run for you and jeno when you heard her familiar ringing voice. following them from a distance, chanmi just continued to talk bad about you which made you sad realizing that she didn’t like you.
“plus she gets lee jeno. i heard he’s the best on the football team,” she whined again, “and he’s the hottest, no doubt.” her friend agreed before gushing over your boyfriend when he appeared behind you, covering your eyes and making you guess who. rolling your eyes you turned around and gave him his drink before walking to class together. the two of you had literature together— with chanmi— and it seemed she hated you even more, especially after you walked in the room with jeno’s hand around your waist, standing impossibly closer to you. but it wasn’t your fault his hand was there anyways.
ever since that day, all you received from her was snarky remarks and burning glares. and she almost never complied to you or your requests which was why the coach was having thoughts about kicking her off the team.
when your volleyball practice was over, you quickly refreshed yourself and gathered your things to walk to the football field to watch jeno finish his practice.
sitting on the bleachers, however, was chanmi— who coincidentally was jaemin’s cousin— and her little friend vigorously cheering for the boys. about five minutes passed before jeno walked to you and downing his water, saying that today’s practice was going to be a little longer than usual so you both might be late to the tutor sessions you planned to help some of the younger kids.
“it’s okay, bub. i’ll just stay here and go over some notes. i have an exam tomorrow,” you explained and looked up at him with squinted eyes. he looked around before looking back at you, catching chanmi’s attention before saying, “okay. don’t overwork that brain of yours,” he laughed as he skittishly poked your head.
“also, do you have an extra water bottle? i need it desperately, coach is working us extra hard today for some reason.” you nodded and fished out your metal water bottle to give to him. “thanks, monkey,” he kissed your temple and returned to the field where everyone was waiting.
enviously, chanmi watched the scene with her eyes and she felt as though she wanted to barf; oh how desperately she wanted to be in your place, though. it seemed as if you and jeno had the perfect relationship. of course there were the doubts but you and jeno managed to pull through and you’re as strong as ever. in which chanmi daydreamed about her perfect relationship, somehow throwing jeno into the mix. “the perfect man,” as she called him.
during the beginning of the year, when chanmi first found out about her fellow peers, some more than most, she was instantly interested in you and jeno. the constant questions of ‘are they friends?’ or ‘are they actually a couple?’ flowed throughout your classmates' mouths and you and jeno had proven to them that you were in a relationship, and very serious about it.
she sat closer to where you were sitting near the front of the bleachers.
“hi, captain!” she said enthusiastically. you were puzzled as to why she was talking to you out of the blue after the constant bashes of attitude. she was, what nineteen, the least she could do was act more mature, right? genuinely, you smiled and greeted her before striking a small conversation.
“chanmi! where’s your friend?” you asked and turned to meet her figure. toxically, she smiled and pointed in the direction of her previous seat. you’d been talking for a few minutes when the blow of a whistle stops her mid-sentence. hearing the shouting of the football coach, her pulse accelerated as she saw jeno coming closer and closer. with hopeful eyes, she hears nothing of your next words as she is solely paying attention to lee jeno.
almost movie-like, her vision slows as she drools over the boy who is running to where you two were seated.
“hey monkey!” he cheerily said before sitting to your right to collect his things to put back in his bag. “.... chanmi..”
she dreamily sighed and waved jeno a hi, but her daze came to a stop when she saw him caress your cheek with his hand and sweetly smiling at you. evidently, chanmi had completely focused her attention on jeno as she had stars in her eyes. subconsciously feeling a stare, jeno looked to where chanmi was and of course, she was already looking at him with star struck eyes. but obviously, her gazing made him feel uncomfortable and uneasy. she looked at him like how you looked at him; pure love and ecstasy. he scoffed to himself and grabbed your hand to pull you away from the girl.
“hey, hey! what was that all about,” you whined as he continued to pull you to the parking lot where his car was parked. throwing his bag in the backseat, jeno’s grip was still just as firm, preventing you from climbing into the passenger side. just as you were about to protest again, he turned around, wrapped his arms around your waist and hid his head in your neck, taking in your natural scent while nuzzling his nose against your collarbone. in disarray, you enveloped your arms around jeno’s neck and played with the hairs on the nape of his neck.
“what’s wrong, bub?” you softly said as he then lifted his head from your neck and gently rubbed his nose against yours. he shook his head and continued to hold you in his embrace. but jeno was a horrible liar, and you knew he wasn’t telling the truth.
you both never ended up going to that tutoring session for the community service opportunity. jeno had been consistently whining on how he wanted to just lay in bed with you and rest for the weekend. and you simply couldn’t refuse his cute ass.
before you could do anything else, jeno pushed through the front door of your apartment and made you lay on the couch for him to rest on you. his body stuck like a koala against yours as his head laid on your chest and his arms were once again enclosed around you.
his behavior was off the roof that day and you were perplexed by his actions. something was off with him.
and you were right; something was off with him. na chanmi was jaemin’s distant cousin— maybe third or fourth— but ever since he met na chanmi, which was almost two years prior, she appeared to be utterly in love with jeno, barely even knowing who he was. providentially, he never really saw chanmi around long enough for him to catch feelings for her, but she was always so damn sure she attracted jeno in some type of way.
chanmi had this sense of weary aura around her presence and it always made jeno feel twitchy when it came to her which was why he acted like that.
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it was finally senior year of university. fortunately, after everything you and jeno have been through, your relationship was healthy, and there wasn’t much more you could ask for. you even ended up moving in together in the same apartment during your junior year. everything was going to be perfect.
yeah, that’s what you both thought.
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“where were you, y/n?” jeno asked right when he heard the front door open.
it was a friday night and you were out with sooyoung and a couple other friends to study and hang out at a local diner. you didn’t text jeno where you were but to be fair, you did try calling him three times before giving up and enjoying lost time with your friends for the night. unluckily for you, jeno had flooded you with nonstop phone calls almost ten minutes after you stopped trying to reach out and tell him what you were doing for the night. time really does fly by.
“i’ve been calling you for the past hour and you haven’t responded to me once. where the hell were you?” you knew he tried to remain calm and mature but you’ve known jeno long enough to know that he was enraged; the glint of anger reflected in his eyes and you knew you were in trouble.
the relationship you’ve had the past couple of months were not the greatest. these were one of the occasions that balls of fire were thrown at each other. accusations and yelling one after another only to make up the next morning.
but something just wasn’t sitting right that night with jeno.
“where were you and who were you with?” he stated again, hands rested on his hips. you sighed, trying to calm down the situation.
“i was with sooyoung and mark tonight.”
“then why didn’t you reply to my calls?” he was really starting to get mad.
“i called you thrice but gave up since you didn’t answer,” you said while walking to your shared bedroom to get ready to shower.
“that doesn’t explain why you didn’t pick up!” he bursted out. and to be honest, you don’t think you’ve seen or heard jeno this mad at you before. something in you just clicked.
you scoffed to yourself and rolled your eyes, “you need to chill! i didn’t do anything wrong, i don’t know why you’re making me the bad guy! we were just hanging out.” but it was too late. jeno was furious, for maybe no reason. or maybe he did have a reason.
though you denied liking mark lee back in middle school and the beginning of high school, jeno was the only person you told about your little crush on the boy. mark lee was the sweetest person ever; caring, thoughtful, and cute. who didn’t have a crush on him?
little did you know, jeno always felt jealous whenever you gushed about the boy. and maybe that was what was going through his mind right now.
but nothing happened, sooyoung and mark were close friends and she offered for you to hang out with them, of course you had to accept their request. you missed them.
however jeno just dashed out of the room, throwing his phone to the ground making the loudest noise. you really fucked up. but you didn’t, jeno was in the wrong, so you tried to convince yourself. but you were too nice to admit that it was entirely his fault. because you still loved him dearly, though the months have been going downhill. you just shook your head and showered.
we’ll be okay in the morning. or so you hoped.
when you got out of the shower, you were wrapped in your towel when you saw jeno sitting on the bed with his head in his hands. he was fuming mad at this point and wanted you to leave.
“you need to leave,” he blatantly said without looking your way. the sound of your bare feet padding the floor stopped. you were speechless. this was the first time he’s kicked you out. but you paid half the rent so you said no.
“it’s not a question, y/n. i need you to get out, we need time off.” you were taken aback by his words. what a dickhead.
“uhm, i don’t know if you’re aware of this but i pay half the rent and half of these damn bills, there’s no way i’m getting out of this house. if anything you should leave…. at least stay in the guest bedroom,” you added. when jeno looked up and finally met your soft brown eyes, the only thing you could see in his was pure anger. it made you hiccup a sob.
staring at him for what seemed like forever, you blink away the tears that accumulated in your eyes and packed everything you could.
“lee jeno you will never be a real man. you’re still the pussy i knew you were,” you dryly laughed and slammed the front door as hard as you could. you stuffed all your shit into your car and called your mom.
“we broke up.”
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by the time you reached your parents house, you called sooyoung and haechan, informing them about the dramatic scene that happened just moments ago.
you didn’t even know how long but when you reached your parents house it was almost one in the morning. thankfully, your mother was still awake, concerned for her crying child.
knocking on the wood door, it opened immediately and your mother embraced you in her welcoming hug that felt like home.
you weren’t able to sleep that night. thinking about your relationship with lee jeno. from when you two were in diapers to when he stopped being friends with you to getting into the relationship to now. it was all a roller coaster that you did not want to go on anymore.
it was funny, your mother tucked you in your bed that night, telling you to just rest and try your hardest to not think of him.
rising against your bed that following morning, you looked like a train wreck. puffy eyes, swollen face, chapped lips. and it’s about at nine in the morning when you get a facetime call. deep inside you wished it was jeno apologising to you but it was just hyuck and jaem.
looking at you, the boys show so much sympathy and sadness through their faces, having almost similar expressions.
“y/n, we’ll pick you up today then, yeah? we can go in jaemin’s car and we’ll pick up sooyoung and mark too, okay?” says donghyuck once he heard a sob escape your lips. you nod, nonetheless, ending the phone call and getting ready to look presentable to the public.
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luckily for you, the two boys pick up the rest of your things from jeno’s before coming to get you and the rest of their friends.
they help you put your things away in your room and hug you with so much love. in that moment, you were have to have friends like them.
“let’s go get sooyoung and mark. i wanna go to the amusement park.” they obliged to your request and the three of you walked out of your house after bidding your parents goodbye. everyone in your family was concerned about your well-being but you said you were fine and going to heal yourself with your friends.
when mark and sooyoung are in the car, the pair immediately hug you as tight as they could while sooyoung cursed at lee jeno for breaking your heart once more.
“i swear i will kick his ass. i don’t care how strong he is, bitch i will kick his ass all the way to fucking jupiter,” you laughed at sooyoung, she seemed more upset at your breakup than you were. but everyone laughed and agreed that they would all tag team and best jeno’s ass so hard that he can’t even remember your name.
the day was spent better than you had thought, you five stayed on the bay walk until dusk. then you went out to get some korean barbecue and ice cream, all their treats to make you feel better about yourself.
your friends and family really helped you get over your relationship with jeno. however, of course your mothers continued to talk and gossip about your relationship.
“they’re really doing this again? jeno didn’t even tell me yet. i’ll make sure he gets his ass beat by both me and minjung,” his mother says while on speaker, courtesy of your mother cleaning the dishes in the kitchen. she hummed and spotted you hiding behind the wall. you’d been listening to their conversation the second your mother called out mrs. lee’s name.
noticing your mother stare, you whined at her, “mom can you at least be a little more discreet when you’re talking about us?”
“we just wanted to catch up. you know, mrs. lee hasn’t seen jeno since your breakup— didn’t even know you two broke up.” you pursed your lips into a straight line before sitting on a stool. “don’t you think you guys will ever make up again? it’s happened once after constant pushing.”
you scoffed and rolled your eyes, taking a bit out of an apple from the fruit bowl.
“he’s a jerk, mom. it’s complicated.”
but just then, you heard jeno’s baritone voice through the speaker of your mothers phone.
“she’s fake, mom. it’s complicated—” but before you could hear anything else the jackass had to say, you mother hung up.
you sighed out of annoyance and walked to jangmi’s room. she was supposed to start her new job today.
“jangmi, are you ready? i need to work soon too,” you shouted through her door while listening to her rummaging through her room before opening the door.
“yeah i’m ready. let’s go,” she took your hand and dragged you down the stairs. saying bye to your mother she slipped on her shoes and walked out the doors, waiting by the passenger side of your car.
jangmi got a job at some aesthetically pleasing library in town and she was excited to get the job.
you stopped and parked the car before she opened the car door. however you stopped her before she could even set one foot out.
at this point, you and jeno had been broken up for three months. but seeing jeno with chanmi— who is laughing and hitting his arm playfully— your heart breaks more, albeit holding jangmi’s arm a little too tightly. once she looked in the direction of your face, she immediately knew you had a reason.
“y/n, you’re hurting me,” her voice snapped you out of the trance you were in and you apologized and asked her if jeno and chanmi go into the library. it seemed like they were going inside. she shot an ‘okay’ sign and finally got out of the car.
if jeno was being honest, he got over your break up fairly quickly and got back into the dating jazz almost two months after. well, more like he got heavily intoxicated with alcohol and had a one night stand with chanmi. he didn’t know how or why, neither does he know now.
you drove away to an empty parking lot and frantically fish out your phone in your pocket to dial jaemin.
“nana… is chanmi and jeno, like… a thing?” jaemin found out that they were seeing each other— whether romantically or not— about two weeks prior, but he didn’t have the heart to break it to you.
the boy sighed through the phone and admitted that they have been seeing each other for about a month and a half now. but he made sure to quickly say that he just found out and didn’t know how to break the news to you. because as fine as you claimed you were, jaemin knows you more than anything, and he knows you’re still affected.
“it’s okay jaem. we can see other people, it’ll be fine,” you reassured him as you heard the worry in his voice. but even through your voice, he knew you still weren’t okay, so he drove to your house after you ended the call.
you just wanted to sit alone in your bedroom binging horrifically bad tv shows while eating to your heart's content.
but a knock on your door prevented you from doing anything you planned for the rest of spring vacation. because those thoughts filled you through the three months prior.
it was your four bestest friends, and you would trade anything to be with them; even jeno.
they didn’t end up leaving until three in the morning. making sure you were fine and didn’t have a worry about lee jeno. and it helped, for the most part.
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when returning to campus, you immediately sensed jeno and directed your gaze to something else. however, jeno had a few things up his sleeve and wrapped his large hand around your wrist. you struggled for a moment and threatened to shout out ‘stranger danger’ though it was more immature than you thought it was so you opted to not say anything.
he roughly pushed you against a hidden wall and shoved his face in the junction of your neck and shoulders. tears.
this might’ve been your second or third time watching, experiencing jeno cry actual tears. whether in sadness or frustration. you tried to pry him off of you.
“jen, i have class. what are you doing?” you struggled in his strong grip around your waist. jeno was crying up a storm but was still glad to hear a nickname of his come out of your mouth.
after moments of seeming hours, the man slowly lifted his head from your now wet neck. you stared in his eyes and you never saw the look of pure pain in his eyes. slowly, jeno rubbed his strong nose against yours, leaning your foreheads against each other. he then released his secure grip from your torso and gently cupped your face, his fingers ever-so-softly wiping the tears you didn’t even know escaped your eyes.
that moment was all a blur and neither of you attended your classes that day.
now here you were, sitting across him, across the island that stood in the middle of the kitchen. the apartment still looked the same as when you left, besides the unclean dishes piling in the sink and crooked frames. from that previous scene to now, not a single chirp leaves your mouths. it was dead silent. until he rubs his tired face, jeno is the first to speak up.
“monkey… bubba,” he started, unable to look at you in your eyes, scared to look at your reaction as he planned out his next words carefully. but at this point you figured you knew what he was going to say. because like you said before, jeno is not a man. though he may look and feel like one, he never will be if he keeps up his immature behavior. mentally, lee jeno is not a man, at least not in your eyes. and maybe he never will be, but you’re one to know.
your eyes were emotionless and cold as you looked at his bowed head. the intensity of the room was rising by the minute as he paused on his words.
it seems as though now, jeno is broken. as broken as you were when you broke up. it’s what he deserves. you don’t feel a thing as he continued to shed his tears quietly. but one look and it’s done for.
you don’t know when and you don’t know how, but you ended up on the couch with his puffy face lying on your chest. hesitantly, the pads of your fingers traced his sculpted face as he rests after his crying session.
but why were you doing this? he’s a jackass
hm, he may be a complete asshat but he’s still your best friend over everything. so you push aside all your thoughts and only think about your middle school relationship.
‘true friends are never apart. maybe in distance but never in heart.’
you don’t know whether it’s your best friend jeno calling you or your boyfriend jeno calling you, but you hope it was best friend jeno. because it was a way simpler time then and he was always there when you needed him most.
carefully, you lifted your body and looked at the blaring red digital clock sitting on the desk. it was seven in the evening and you had to return home. well, pick up your car from the parking lot and then go home.
feeling you moving, jeno held you closer, squishing his cheek against your décolletage. as much as you did not want to see him, jeno was still as cute as ever. if he wanted to try again, maybe you’d consider.
to hell, you are not going to consider it. you need to go home.
“jen… jen…” you whispered, shaking his body as he maneuvered his head so his nose is tickling your neck. you actually debated on slapping the shit out of him to wake him up. it’s what he deserves. so you do. not too hard but enough to wake him up and hold his left cheek.
“ow!” he whined and rubbed his eyes. what a child.
“jen i need to go home.” only causing him to pout and holding you close to refuse you to leave.
“we’re done, jen. i need to go, i have stuff to do. plus we missed class today.” he whined even more.
“stay with me. we’ll go to class tomorrow,” he mumbled through your neck. but now you were starting to get aggravated.
“lee jeno. this is absurd! you want to constantly make accusations of me cheating with mark, break up with me, and now you want me to stay? all this in four and a half months? you must be out of your goddamn mind. there’s no way in hell i’m going to stay here tonight. we can be friends, yeah, because we’ve known each other our entire lives. but if you think i’m going to get back with you, especially now, you’re fucking crazy,” you breached with tears of frustration in your eyes, “plus i thought you and chanmi were a thing. i saw you two a few weeks ago when i dropped off jangmi at work.”
but the man— or boy— stayed silent. the only noise of the passing cars filling it. tension was high as jeno looked at you with the most lost puppy eyes. but he agreed with you in his mind, he was a little immature. okay, he had to admit that he was very immature, and still is. maybe he just doesn’t know how to work relationships.
no more than three moments later he opened his mouth, only for you to talk again. but in a more calmed voice, “listen, just take me home. i don’t wanna be here right now.” you felt suffocated by the apartment you used to call home. you felt suffocated by the person, you used to call home. but right now you couldn’t make up complete thoughts. it was too overbearing and all you wanted to do was shower and sleep.
without a word, jeno rubbed his eyes and picked up his keys, signaling you to go outside. you released your temper and walked out a minute after he did and got into his car. it was his fault he would not let you go.
he dropped you off with zero words spoken on the twelve minute drive to your parents house. quickly, you muttered a ‘thank you’ and dashed out of his car and to your front door, breathing out whatever breath you were holding.
jeno made sure to leave once he knew you were inside safe. and once you opened the door, questions bombarded you.
‘where were you?’
‘who was that?’
‘why are you home so late?’
but you just shook your head and told your family that you were tired and wanted to shower and rest. leaving you alone was the least they could do.
the hot water was hitting your skin as you stood there, thinking about him. what was going on with him? why is he acting like that all of a sudden? you don’t know. but all you knew was that you needed some time away. to think and to compose yourself.
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your dad dropped you off at university that morning. the questions that were unanswered that previous night were still left hanging from his mouth. yet you still didn’t answer the questions, you couldn’t.
thanking and saying goodbye to your dad, you got out of his car to walk into yours to mentally prepare yourself for the day. there was still about thirty minutes before your first class and you wanted to use that time to think about possible scenarios that could happen. you just hoped they don’t ever happen.
continuously, you rubbed your face as you fidgeted in your seat and stared out onto campus. taking deep breaths, you finally walked out of the car and made sure to lock it. walking to the literature building, you spotted jeno with a couple of his football friends on the courtyard. and before you met contact, you whipped your head into the direction of the literature building.
jeno sighed to himself and knew he fucked up. big time.
instead of going up to you, he thought to himself that he should leave you alone. he was being bipolar and he didn’t want to overwhelm you and your feelings even more. as much as he was suffering alone, he would stay away from you, but observe you carefully.
you actually had a volleyball game later that day— the last game of the season— and chanmi had asked him if she would watch her. without hesitating, jeno agreed to come but mostly just to see you, but he’d obviously keep that to himself. so once your classes were over, you walked to the gymnasium and into the girls locker room to change. by the time you exited the locker room, people filled the side bleachers and watched the girls (both from your team and the opponents) practice bumping the ball to each other. the opposing team was on the opposite side of the gym to practice while you were on the other. unluckily, your team was practicing on the opening side of the gymnasium and that was when you caught a glimpse of jeno. you looked at him for a brief moment and almost missed a teammates bump when chanmi had run up to greet the guy.
some of his football teammates were actually already sitting on the front of the bleachers and admiring the girls that were hitting the ball with their spandex shorts. jeno hugged chanmi because even when he said they weren’t close, they had gotten closer over the five months after your breakup. but your attention was then reverted to your friends. jaemin, hyuck, mark, and sooyoung had come to cheer on your team for moral support. since jeno wasn’t there to be by your side anymore.
“y/n, you can do this. we know you can! and even if you guys don’t end up making it, this is all for fun and we’ll treat you out for ice cream tonight. all on us. good luck!”
soon the referee blew the whistle indicating the five minute mark. there were five minutes before the final game of the season, and the final game of volleyball you’d ever play for your university. the last game was a home game so you were the first to actually serve the ball. as close as it was, the ball was bumped by a girl of the away team and the game actually started.
time was ticking, and there were only ten minutes left before halftime and the third set of the game. so far, your team was up by eight points. six. four. the bell of halftime filled the gym as the girls on each of the teams walked to their respective sides to have a team talk and rest.
“come on ladies, this is the last game. we’re ahead by four points. we can make it through the last set and win this tournament. it’s the last game of the season, good luck!” encouraged your coach as the rest of the girls discussed who was going to the field first.
“y/n, lia, chanmi, kana, areum, and sohee— you girls are up first. y/n is serving again.”
so far, your team had one the first two sets, and the pressure was up for the last set. you needed to win this. you did not care if this was for a hobby of yours. some of those girls were not so nice while you walked to the gym, giving you the side eye. you just felt like you had to win this game. not for your teammates nor for your friends. not even for jeno. but more for yourself and your pride.
three minutes were on the clock and they were up by two points and you just needed to get at least four points ahead to win the game. you never faltered your serves that set, no one else served besides you and when it was time to switch members, your coach always needed you in. you were bouncing the ball on the floor, getting ready to serve as best as you could. throwing the ball in the air, you swung your arms and for sure, the ball was hit over the net. game start.
the whistle was blown, two points given to your team. the scores were tied now and all you needed to do was gain at least two more points to win. the ball dribbled on the floor in front of you and you then served the ball, hitting it with all the strategies you accumulated throughout the years. the girls immediately missed the ball and the score was down to you again. there were now forty seconds left, as you served the ball again and the girls missed the ball. the pressure was all on them and they couldn’t get over the fact that they were losing.
“we won!” screamed your teammates as you rested yourself on your knees, taking deep breaths. your four friends ran up to you worried and helped you sit down to rest.
“y/n, you were working yourself too much during the last game. why did you not go back? you could’ve watched,” said sooyoung while she was rubbing your back. jaemin was giving you water and rubbing the sides of your arm while mark was massaging your shoulder and hyuck was sitting by your legs.
“take it easy for now. you bid the opposite team good game,” hyuck rubbed your thigh. you sighed and got out of the seat you were in to meet up with your teammates. you all stand in a line and high-fived the opposing team before you got your bag and sat back down with your friends.
“let’s go get ice cream now,” you tiredly said and slumped the strap over your shoulder.
“uhm, before we go… i dropped off chanmi here so she might need to go with us,” jaemin scratched the nape of his neck. you all shook your heads in a ‘no problem’ and he walked up to his cousin to tell her his plans for the rest of the day.
“oh it’s okay jaem. i was going to ride with jeno, is it okay if we came along?” she asked while looking behind her to see his muscular figure talking to a few of his friends. jaemin kept his composure, though, and did the mature thing. he just accepted her request and walked back to his group of friends to tell them about the situation.
when he did, all eyes were on you with worry in your eyes. by this time, you were feeling a lot better than what you were feeling before and laughed at them.
“guys, i’ll be fine. we’re not together anymore, he can do whatever he wants.” though deep inside, you were really going to shit your pants because of the circumstances that happened the day prior. but it was better for them not to know, at least not yet.
in your car seated sooyoung and hyuck. you were on your way to a regular ice cream parlor which a friend worked at.
“renjun!” shouted you, jaemin and hyuck. renjun worked at this ice cream parlor for a while, you got to know him by coming here on the regular, especially during nights when you were stressed over exams or when you and jeno were having problems. therefore the guy was actually a pretty good friend of yours. renjun was a transferee at hyuck and jaemin’s university, they got to know each other then. they developed a pretty good relationship with each other too, you could tell with the way they conversed with each other.
you were laughing and joking around with renjun and your shared friends as you sat on the matching chairs of the countertop. the red reflecting in jeno’s eyes as he watched you joke with your friends and completely ignoring him and chanmi who were seated at a booth not far from where the group was. but he decided to keep quiet and try to pay attention to chanmi, she was just trying to have a good time and he didn’t blame her. but he just couldn’t help but to keep looking back at his old group of friends that all got along so well.
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it was now the last football game of the season; thursday 6 p.m. jaemin and hyuck had begged you to go after you constantly refusing and excusing that you had ‘fuckton of homework.’ they both came to your house and rang the doorbell anyways, forcing you to get ready and dragging you to the car.
“come on, jeno still talks about you. The both of you are still friends, no?” questioned jaemin. it took you a while to answer him but you guessed that was what you could call yours and jeno’s relationship as of now.
the three of you arrived on the field and sat on the bleachers right above jeno’s team. just fucking great, you rolled your eyes and mentally punched both jaemin and hyuck where they did not want to be punched. with burning eyes, you glared at your friends and wished to get away from that situation. you sat fidgeting on the metal seats and looked down. there were still a few minutes before the big game and you saw chanmi hug jeno before kissing his cheek and wishing him good luck. the boys then looked to you— who was sitting in between them— and asked if you were okay.
“i’m definitely okay. i’m so okay… listen, i don’t know why you guys are so caught up between jneo and i. it’s our relationship and if he moved on then good for him,” the sarcasm was dripping from your voice. but they picked up on the bitter tone that dripped out of your lips.
you focused back on the field. and you don’t know whether it was the chilly wind or your feelings overcoming you, but there were tears in your eyes almost the entire game. not a word was spoken between the three of you. the boys were still friends with jeno so you broke the silence and excused yourself to go to the bathroom. however in the hall, stood jeno with his hands covering his face.
you were his best friend over everything so of course he noticed you were there. he was happy you ended up going after the begs of hyuck and jaemin, after begging his friends to ask you.
“hi, jen,” your soft voice interrupted his lonely session. he smiled at you and greeted you as well.
“so, uhm, how’ve you been? it’s kinda been a while, yeah?” you asked, initiating the conversation. his eyes are lit up, “i’ve been good, you? and yeah it has been a while, i hope you’re doing okay.” the conversation was more civil than you thought it would be, but it wasn’t bad, of course. better than what you imagined your next conversation would be.
“minjung’s been wondering what you’ve been up to. she misses you tons.” you laughed and thought about his beloved older sister. “jangmi misses you too. so does my dad.” the atmosphere was awkwardly quiet for a moment before you heard the whistle from the ref. you then patted his shoulder and wished him good luck before actually going to the bathroom.
your university football team won that night. and you were immensely proud of jeno. he truly was blooming into a man, especially after the conversation the two of you had. he was growing as a person, and you were happy he was. you’ve known him all his life, you knew he was changing, and for the better.
—
“true friends are never apart. maybe in distance but never in heart,” the two of you recited while looking through memory books from who knows how long. you almost lost your best friend because of stupid feelings, but you both learned and grew from them. it was all for the better and you are both glad to still be best friends.
↳ “Pull over. Let me drive for awhile.” || 100 ways to say “I love you” collaboration
✗ pairing: taeil x reader
✗ genre: fluff
✗ word count: 2.4k
✗ author’s note: this is the first drabble of the collab! i apologize for this taking forever. i’ve been dealing with college and i just haven’t focused on writing. but here you all go, excuse any mistakes. this was barely edited and i sort of rushed the ending just to get it out. but please enjoy some taeil (・_・ヾ
If there was one characteristic Taeil possessed, it was no doubt he was a kindhearted boyfriend. He was the type of partner to cook you breakfast in the morning; a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, warm oatmeal with an abundance of berries, and perfectly toasted bagel with cream cheese. He washed your laundry when the hamper was spilling over with days old clothes, folding them all neatly once dry. And he ran you baths filled with delightful scents, followed by massages that rid the stress from the past week.
Taeil was unlike no other partner you had ever had for you had been with plenty of men, none of ever coming close to him. He was ranked high above, for he possessed an incredible amount of affection and devotion towards you, something none of your other suitors could equal. Taeil made sure to love you for who you were — all the flaws you held he paid no attention to, or explained to you that they made you who you were; a unique soul who brought so much joy into Moon Taeil’s life.
Today began like every other day, your eyes fluttered open to the sight of none other than your him. A small smiled formed on your soft rosy lips as you watched him still asleep, peaceful as could be. His eyes too slowly opened, a hand rubbing the sleepiness from them.
His voice was husky as he spoke, “Morning, beautiful.” He reached over, his delicate hand caressing your hair. “Did you sleep well?” Every morning he would ask the same question, yet you never grew tired of it.
You nodded, eyes closing as he continued to stroke your locks, a gesture that was always appreciated. He leaned over, giving you a light peck on your forehead before he rolled from the bed, taking a quick second to draw open the curtains that blocked the glow of the morning sun.
Your eyes opened, carefully watching Taeil’s movements. You enjoyed the site of his messy hair, his wrinkled white shirt, and the way his grey sweats hung so perfectly on his hips. How had you gotten so lucky? The question always crossed your mind and you were thankful you had met him.
Taeil sauntered towards the bathroom to take his morning shower, you rolled over, eyes still focused on him. You watched him turn on the shower before he proceeded to remove his clothes, effortlessly tossing them into the hamper. You sucked in a breath as you eyed his toned body, so grateful you had been blessed to witness this every morning.
He flashed you a wink before he hopped into the warm water, your cheeks tinging pink. You buried your face in your hands, embarrassed by the wicked thoughts that floated through your mind. When you had gotten over Taeil’s body you reached for your phone, quickly replying to any messages that had been left, also taking a short glance at social media.
Somehow, you had managed to doze off again for when you awoke the smell of freshly prepared breakfast tore your from your slumber. You lazily tossed the sheets aside, dragging yourself from the bed and towards the kitchen where Taeil awaited for your presence, a small and simple spread laid out on the marble countertop of the kitchen island.
He pulled the chair out from underneath the counter, allowing you to sit. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted, but I figured the usual.” He flashed a bright smile, gifting you with another peck to the cheek.
You returned his gesture with a kiss on his lips, grinning at the delicious looking food before you. “Thank you, Taeil.” Your mouth watered at the site of scrambled eggs and toast smothered with blueberry jam. A mug of your favorite raspberry tea sat next to the plate, steam spilling over the edge.
A sigh left your mouth as you swallowed a bite of the delicious food, smiling again at your boyfriend who was leaning against the counter across from you. He returned the smile by flashing his pearly white teeth.
You took another bite of your toast before you began your asked a question. “What time do you get off work today?” The warmth from the tea slipped down your throat as you took a sip.
Taeil reached for his phone, quickly checking his schedule. “Five thirty.” He responded.
You nodded before you looked up. “Should we have dinner downtown?” You stabbed your fork into the eggs. “I can come pick you up and we can go eat at that new restaurant we’ve been wanting to try.”
“Are you sure you want to drive downtown? There will be lots of traffic.” He posed, taking a drink of his hot coffee.
You shrugged in response. “I don’t mind. It’s Friday night anyways. There’s no rush.”
“Then let’s go.” Taeil exclaimed, before he disappeared back to the bedroom to grab suit jacket.
You found yourself waiting at the door, Taeil’s onyx Burberry briefcase in hand — you had given him the briefcase for your one year anniversary and he had used it everyday since then. He took the bag from you before he planted a kiss upon your lips, gently squeezing your shoulder. Taking the chance you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in to deepen the kiss. You would have continued on, but you were interrupted by Taeil’s phone signaling his co worker had arrived to pick him up.
His lips left yours, a small smile forming on his lips. “I’ll see you tonight, sweetheart.” He breathed, quickly giving you another peck before he bolted out of the condo.
You let out the breath you had been holding in, raising your fingers to your lips where you smiled at the thought of the kiss the two of you had just shared. No matter how much Taeil laid his lips upon yours, you would never get over the feeling of fireworks that occurred during the event.
The mist of your Chanel perfume dusted your skin with its fragrance of exotic jasmine and orange blossom. You fastened your dainty diamond necklace Taeil had given you around your neck, followed by slipping on several silver rings onto your long fingers. Your wine colored lipstick glided smoothly onto your lips, the last touch to your simple, yet eye catching outfit — a black bardot dress paired with simple silver heels. A silver Louis Vuitton clutch rested in your palms.
After checking yourself once more in your mirror, you grabbed the keys to the car, hastily making your way out of the condo, dashing for the elevator. You had spent too much time getting ready even though you had felt the need to dress up, for tonight was going to be a fancy night. You looked down at your watch, your breath speeding up as you hopped to make it out of the building in time.
The elevator door opened to the parking garage, your heels clicking loudly against the concrete and you raced to the car. Just as your hands on your watch struck four thirty just as you ducked into your BMW 750 i.
Your tires screeched as you pulled out of your parking space, now on route to pick up Taeil. A scowl formed on your face as you halted at a red light, an exasperated sigh leaving your mouth as you observed the traffic up ahead. Taeil’s office happened to be on the opposite side of downtown though it took and even though it was a rather short drive, it usually took and hour due to heavy traffic.
The drive to your boyfriend’s office was more annoying than time consuming, for the drivers your encountered were just plain stupid. Taxis attempted to cut you off, residents of downtown swerved and halted with no warning, and tourists were just the worst.
Yet, somehow despite the mess you encountered, you managed to arrive with time to spare in front of the tall glass building, employees now beginning to make their way out of the building. You casually checked your phone as you waited for your boyfriend to appear, looking up in excitement when the sound of the car door opening flowed through your ears.
“How was work?” You pondered, pressing your lips onto Taeil’s as he leaned over the center console.
He smiled against your lips before he pulled away, his seat belt clicking as he fastened it. “Today went well.” He beamed.
You smiled in response, ecstatic to hear the news. For the past week, Taeil had been preparing for a crucial executive presentation, one that would not only help the company grow, but also earn him a significant promotion.
He reached over, placing a strong hand on your thigh, squeezing it gently. “Also, thank you for picking me up. You look breathtaking, sweetheart.” He smiled as he turned away.
You blushed, thanking him for it had been a long time since the two of you had gone out on a lavish date.
Almost forty minutes had gone by due to traffic when you pulled the sleek car into the valet, the valet boy opening your door, escorting you out of the vehicle. You met Taeil on the other side, latching onto his arm as he led you into the extravagant restaurant.
The walls were lined with a deep rose colored wallpaper, above iron chandeliers hung, casting a muted glow throughout the dining room. The tables were lined with starch white tablecloths, and perfectly folded napkins sat on top of the delicate china set on the surface.
A casual conversation began after the two of you were seated and had placed your orders for wine. Taeil, like usual, began to ask you how your day had been, followed by questioning if you were tired, if you were alright. You would always respond with a chuckle, amused by how he would always be concerned about you even if the day had been spent sitting on the couch in your pajamas, “Are you sure it wasn’t too much trouble to drive all the way down here? Traffic was awful.” He asked as he took a sip of his Merlot.
You squeezed his hand, shaking your head in response. “Taeil, it’s fine, I promise.” You couldn’t help, but sigh when he seemed unsatisfied by your answer. “Taeil, I rarely get the chance to pick you up. Besides, we haven’t had the chance to do something nice in a really long time.”
Taeil nodded along, agreeing with your points. He always made the effort to treat you, pick you up, doing whatever he could to alleviate the negative in your life and tonight you wanted to treat him. Especially since today he had landed the contract and earned a promotion.
The dinner continued on, the two of you enjoying the courses you had ordered; simple caesar salads, one entree of scallops and the other of perfectly cooked filet mignon, and a freshly made serving of tiramisu for two. Tonight was by far one of the best meals you had in quite a long time.
Your slender fingers reached for the check once it was set to rest by your waiter. “I’ll pay tonight.” You announced to your boyfriend.
Taeil shook his head as he attempted to steal the check away from your hand. “Sweetheart, you don’t have to treat me tonight. I’ll pay.”
You responded by pushing his hands away, grinning sweetly. “You deserve it.” The silver card you possessed slide into the holder. “Besides, the last time I paid for us was last year.” The tone you possessed was serious as you set the check at the corner of the table ready to be collected.
Soon you both had made your way back to the valet, the attendant helping you once again into your car, Taeil settling himself into the passenger seat.
The drive home was supposed to be straightforward, no traffic, no construction, and no confusing directions, yet it turned out to be anything but that. Cars were backed up for miles due to an accident ahead, one that would take quite a while to clear. You impatiently drummed your fingers against the leather bound steering wheel, an annoyed breath leaving your lips. Taeil noticed as he reached over to rub your shoulder in order to comfort you. You answered with a ‘thank you’ continuing to stare at the mess that was in front of you.
Minutes trickled by and yawns were beginning to flow from your mouth.
“Pull over. Let me drive for awhile.” Taeil suggested, a look of concern plastered to his face.
You replied by shaking your head, not wanting to bother Taeil with driving. He would have to adjust the seat and the mirrors and you felt it was such a hassle for such a minor drive.
He exhaled. “Pull over, Y/N.” He removed his seatbelt ready to take over.
As much as you wanted to say no again, you knew Taeil would jump out of the car at any moment so you obliged, carefully pulling over to let him drive. The two of you switched places, your boyfriend working his way back into the stream of traffic
He laid his hand on your thigh, patting it softly. “Close your eyes, Y/N. Rest.”
You nodded, your eyes shutting and soon you drifted into a peaceful rest.
When you awoke the first thing you heard was the sound of the car door slamming shut. You peered out of the window, eyes meeting with Taeil’s as he opened the door, unbuckling you from your seat. He not only scooped up your purse, but you as well, carrying you into the elevator and up to the shared residence.
Taeil had no plans of putting you down until you reached your bed, carefully setting you on the edge where he proceeded to remove your shoes and hand you some soft pajamas. You had no strength to remove your makeup, instead heading straight for the covers where you immediately snuggled under the comforting blankets.
Your voice was barely audible as Taeil approached you, sitting himself at the edge. “Thank you.” The corners of your lips curling into a small smile.
The boy stroked your locks tenderly before planting a kiss on your lips. “Thank you for tonight, sweetheart. I had a good time.” He helped tuck you in, before planting one last kiss on your forehead.
You reached for his hand, taking it in yours. “You really are perfect, you know that?”
“I just try my best to make you happy.” He replied, giving you another smile.
You nodded, whispering another ‘thank you’ before you felt your body relax, your eyes shutting, now entering a peaceful slumber.
“when we met, i knew you were the beginning of something special.”
Happy One Year Anniversary and Happy 4k followers, lovelies! Thank you for such an amazing journey thus far. It’s rather bittersweet for me to announce this collab. This is my first time hosting a collab and I have been so excitedly working on this project in secrecy for a few months now. The bitter part of it is this also means I must announce my departure.
This is my final project on tumblr. My parting gift? My final send off? I’m leaving tumblr! After the conclusion of this collab, I will be archiving this blog and logging out of tumblr indefinitely. I never intended to stay for as long as I did, especially since I put writing behind me for a while now. Nevertheless, I met a community of people that gave me happiness for a good period of time. I owe it all to you (readers and writers alike) for making this such a memorable and hard experience to let go.
Quarantine came with a gift of igniting my spark for the craft once again, but as the world is starting to move on and grow, I must do the same. I hope I was able to make an impact on you as much as you made one on me. While this is the end of notnctu, this is marks the beginning of another path that awaits me.
Moving on from the bitter parts, the sweetest part of this collab are the participating authors themselves! I personally invited my friends to participate and to help make this something special for me. I want to thank with my whole heart for the individuals who have dedicated their time and efforts into my collab. This wouldn’t have been achievable without you all. (ilysm and many more).
Beginnings is an ot23 nct fic collaboration that is centered around MEET CUTES. This is a term coined by rom-coms to describe a scene which two people who will form a future romantic couple meet for the first time, typically under unusual, humorous, or cute circumstances.
Each fic will include a scene in which their characters meet for the first time (a meet cute). Many different tropes will be explored, this theme is about the beginnings of a relationship, but it is not limited to strangers to lovers.
ADDITIONAL INFO —
All fics will be reader insert (member x y/n)
Smut has been allowed, unless you are a minor. I am aware of Jisung’s age, but because I am personally very uncomfortable seeing sensual themes for him, there will be no suggestive/smut content for Sungchan/Chenle/Jisung.
Min length is set at 1k and Max length is set at 10k
August 7th, 2021 will be when I release the official masterlist, which will include the fic details and will be continuously updated with links once fics are released.
The hard deadline is September 12th, 2021, but fics have starting August 22nd, 2021 to be released. I will reblog the official masterlist once every link is updated on the 12th to conclude the collab.
With that being said, I will be archiving the blog the day after.
genre- angst baby || fluff-ish || suggestive || yk just pure angst || high school! au in the beginning || college!au || bittersweet ||
characters/pairing- kinda popular kid! lee jeno x fem!reader || nct dream || more to come as the story develops
warnings- may have suggestive content, no smut tho bc do yk who i am? | swearing | mentions of cheating but only accusations | mental health issues/depression | dialogue heavy| lowercase letters intended | over usage of words bc i’m irrelevant | a whole relationship rollercoaster | jeno’s a dickhead
introduction- maybe you two just had enough of each other. being involved in one another’s lives could have just taken a huge toll on the both of you. so after finally separating practically your whole lives, you may both think you’re fine; but inside, neither of you can let each other go. one heated argument leads to another and you may have just lost your best friend, the love of your life... or maybe you didn’t.
— release date: 12.16.20
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“mommy! jeno just pulled my hair!” your five year old self shouted as five year old jeno huffed and turned the other way. his mother had been out for the day for a job interview and your mother had promised to take care of him. the two of your mothers’ had been friends since middle school, grew up together, went through their adolescence, helped each other with university work. they were the best of friends, inseparable. and when they found out they were both pregnant, they were ecstatic to raise their children together.
“mom! y/n pinched me!” five year old jeno yelled to his mother as you stuck your tongue out at him and crossed your arms. your mother had brought you along to their house one day when that happened and it just seemed as if the two of you would never get along.
you don’t think jeno had made you cry since you were little but this was the first time a tear had shed because of the person you cared most about. however, you could never really recall why you cried that night. it wasn’t a bawling kind of cry, more of a sniffly kind of cry. whether it was frustration or shock, you walked out of his room as you wiped your tears with your sweater. it’s probably only a mood, you tried to convince yourself.
just doing an update like i should have been all along :) n e ways we at 12k words rn! also lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist! so far i only have 1 person but we don’t talk ab that lmao
