⤷ summary : drunk texts/voicemails/etc you receive.. to see drunk nct dream accidentally (not) confessing their love to you.
warning : a little suggestive for jenos.
𓂃 annas note : i mixed this idea and some prompts i’ve got written down to do this. hopefully you guys enjoy!! :3 it was fun writing.
MARK LEE :
you received 1 new voice message: today, 2:30am.
you open your voicemail and see that mark had left you one. you were a little confused and a bit worried but you put it on speaker as it played. all you could hear was some loud music blasting and marks voice over the top of it, his words slurred. you shake your head, ‘oh god.. i can only imagine what this is going to be.’
“i can’t believe you didn’t pick up ynnie.. missed you so much today, you know? i don’t know, there’s something about the vibe when you’re not here like it’s just not as lively as it usually is. maybe that’s just me. haha. um- uh- i really don’t know what to say because i expected you to pick up but i do realise it’s late so i apologise about that, i lost track of time there haha.. well, me and the boys went out drinking and.. maybe i had a little more than i expected but like, i wanted to relax, you know? wind down a bit. i was going to say something but i forgot-“ he got cut off by another males voice, sounded like jeno, “he was going to admit he likes you~” and then you heard a loud slap. “jeno!!” mark whined. “god anyway, yes i was going to confess to you. i just.. these past couple of months, they’ve been great you know, we’ve been hanging out a lot more and personally i feel we’re growing to be more than friends hahaha.. i really do like you, no scratch that, i think i love you. i like.. love you more than anyone else i’ve ever done before in my life. it’s crazy- haha- you know when you’re in love? you just feel so different like a changed man.. well maybe not a changed man but you know what i mean, right? i just feel like ive become a better person with you by my side and i really-“ dial tone.
and the voicemail was over. you just chuckled to yourself, fanning your cheeks as you felt yourself grinning just a little too much at his cute confession. you’ll text him about it shortly - for now, you need to calm down your racing heart.
HUANG RENJUN :
you received 2 new voice messages: today, 1:27am.
“mmmm… ynnie? ah, you didn’t pick up. it’s okay, i’ll leave you a voicemail. so.. um, it was really nice seeing you before! i’m so sad you had to leave so early though, we were just getting so settled with one another and the others stopped teasing me for a bit.. they’re back to it now because i look like a ‘kicked puppy’ apparently without you here. maybe i feel that way because i miss you.. i miss your company already please come back!~ anyway what i wanted to call about was.. godddd, why are you so stupid? huh? so so stupid and so blind to not see what i was trying to do with you. i thought you’d be able to but you’re so oblivious all the time.. i bet you’re like, huh? with that cute tone of yours and the way you tilt your head.. ahh..~ what i mean is, that.. that i’m so in love with you. with everything about you. from your perfect tone of voice, your beautiful eyes that shine when you see something that you like, the way you look up at me, the way you dress, your personality.. it’s so hard not to fall for someone as perfect as you..”
next voicemail.
“shit i got cut off- but anyway, you know like.. i hope you reciprocate my feelings but- but if you don’t it’s okay, we can just pretend like this never happened and go back to the way things were. i don’t want to make you uncomfortable but i fear i might’ve and oh god— hold on, jisung doesn’t look so good.”
LEE JENO :
LEE HAECHAN :
haechan's voice was the only thing ringing through your ears at this moment in time, the dimly lit room and on goers to the party soon fading into the background. he was out of his mind- flushed cheeks, unfocused eyes and a lazy grin that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"you live in my head and my heart, can't you see that?" his words are slurred but the desperation in his voice was unmistakable. your breath caught in your throat, "haechan, you're drunk." you claim.
he scoffed and ran a frustrated hand through already messy hair, "yeah? so what. doesn't make it any less true." his gaze locked onto yours, raw and pleading. "you're always here." he tapped his temple. "and here," his hand clutched at his chest. "i don't know how to make you see it."
the weight of his confession pressed between you, heavier than the alcohol in his system. what were you supposed to say?
NA JAEMIN :
ZHONG CHENLE :
you received one new voice message, today at 7:00pm .
"you know.. you should’ve said it earlier, idiot. i love you, can’t you see? i can’t believe you waited until you got out of my car to say that just so you could run off. you’re lucky you’re cute. meet me tomorrow at the restaurant, ‘kay? you know which one i’m on about and dress nicely. i’ll treat you like you deserve alright.” he says to you on the other line. you couldn’t help but fight back a small smile coming onto your lips, of course chenle would say that.
PARK JISUNG :
you and jisung had spent the whole day together, gaming and having a laugh, shared cuddles and looks that were definitely more than platonic. everyone around you guys had told you that there’s no way you’re both just friends, there’s some tension and you didn’t realise that until now. when you look up at jisung after cuddling on his chest, you notice him focusing his gaze on the tv, biting back a smile as he can sense your eyes on him. your heart jumps in your chest. shit. was it just the alcohol you both had drunk 2 hours ago or was it your feelings? maybe the second option. for sure.
“hey, yn, can i say something to you?” jisung mumbled as he finally looked down at you, you just hum in response. he lets out a deep sigh and bites his lip, “um.. well, i’m head over heels for you. you deserve to know and im sorry i’m only telling you this now. i can’t hide it anymore, i really can’t do it. i love you. a lot. and i-“ you didn’t let him finish, pressing a hard kiss to his lips as he melts into it with a groan.
warnings: fluff, mentions of pregnancy, pregnancy scare, mentions of periods, cursing, age gap, reader is 03 liner, that’s it i think :)
summary: bf!dreamies x members little sister!reader
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requested!
mark:
• when jaemin finds out his baby sister is dating mark, sure he’s a little mad that his sister is dating, but he knows mark, and knows he’s a dork, but he can take really good care of his members, so he doesn’t have any doubts he can do the same for you. he’s maybe a little pissed that his 99liner hyung is dating his sweet 03liner sister
• mark loves to hear stories about you from childhood, loves seeing your red angry blush as you try and hit your brother and cover his mouth
• doesn’t like showing pda in front of jaemin, out of respect, but when he’s not around oh he’s all over you
• poor boy almost has a heart attack when your period is late, he’s going back in forth in his mind trying to debate the best way to tell his best friend he knocked his baby sister up.
• he’s literally sitting jaemin down to tell him, shaking almost throwing up, then looks down at his phone, you’ve sent him a negative pregnancy test and tell him your period started that morning, leaving him to come up with a lie for jaemin
• jaemin is so confused. “you sat me down all serious to tell me the store didn’t have the bread you wanted?”
renjun:
• he’s rubbing it in marks face
• you’re the only daughter, the youngest and mark has tried to keep you away from teenage boys his whole life, barely ever bringing you around his hormonal prepubescent members, but now you’re an adult, visiting him more and leaving home. and you have got renjun wrapped around your finger.
• renjun follows you around, really making sure to have an arm wrapped around you whenever mark is in the room
• when mark threatens him with push ups next practice they settle on showing each other funny unflattering pictures of you to each other. when you find out you’re pulling marks hair and telling him to quit it
• will kiss and hug you in front of mark what is mark gonna do? kill him? don’t think so
• he does tell mark that he appreciates how laid back he is, and mark tells him you can be kinda scary so he doesn’t want to overstep. renjun laughs cause he’s right
• you always threaten renjun by telling mark if he makes you upset. “all i did was watch 2 more episodes after you fell asleep!” “im telling mark, get ready for 3 thousand push ups tomorrow”
jeno:
• renjun couldn’t believe it when he found you and jeno sneaking off after one of their shows, walking into a room backstage and finding you both making out.
• jeno shits himself and you’re screaming at renjun if he’s ever heard of privacy.
• he’s just staring at you both, his face is hard to read, that is until he’s grabbing your hand and pulling you away from jeno “let me go! oh my god you’re so overprotective! it’s just jeno!”
• he tries to keep you apart, he can’t stand the thought of his baby sister kissing and making out with anyone let alone someone he views as a brother
• doesn’t stop you and jeno sneaking around though, or texting or calling late at night
• renjun snitches on you to your parents and to his surprise they already knew
• really tries to intimidate jeno now, flexing more around him casually. but he knows he could never put up a physical fight with him.
• he’s is also very straight to the point telling jeno not to get you knocked up or heartbroken
• jeno just nods along. after a while renjun comes around and all he cares about is seeing you guys kissing or hearing you both be cute to one another, tells you both to get a room.
haechan:
• jeno constantly tells you that haechan had a crush on him first. is very butthurt that he now has to share his best friend with his sister.
• jeno is not very pushy, but he is overprotective, he does ask haechan to just keep any “canoodling” to a minimum around him, but his sister is an adult she can do what she pleases, within reason
• prays every night you don’t come to him crying about haechan dumping you or breaking your heart, not really wanting to have to knock him out, but for you he will.
• you are really close with your new boyfriend, constantly around him and the rest of dream now. but you do still have to share haechan, as he keeps flirting playfully with jeno
• jeno trusts haechan and he also trusts you, always tells you will beat haechan up for you if the worst is to happen. “if my sister comes crying to me, i might have to kill you”
• haechan knows he can’t fight jeno, and doesn’t plan on making you cry, but the message is received loud and clear.
jaemin:
• seriously? jaemin? haechan tells you he doesn’t know what you see in that weirdo
• you laugh and tell him jaemin is very sweet and caring, always taking care of you and treating you like a princess
• gets a little jealous cause that’s his job, he was always your protector, taking care of you from childhood as the eldest son, and now you have your new boyfriend, jaemin, his best friend, who is doing that instead of him.
• whenever he comes home and you’re already there on the couch with jaemin he always jokes about, pretending to come and sit in the middle of your little snuggle you got going on. you always push his ass and tell him to move, he’s blocking the tv. “ouch my own sister corrupted by love, i’ll remember that next time you need to borrow money”
• you roll your eyes before smiling up at him sweetly and he copies your expression.
• you always ask him for money for new date outfits, he always says you should wear a trash bag and see if jaemin still likes you like that, before you’re getting the notification that he sent the money. you always repay him by showing him stupid photos you take of jaemin.
chenle:
• jisung practically set you up with chenle, knowing you have a crush on him. and why wouldn’t chenle have a crush on his best friends pretty little sister.
• doesn’t complain when jisung just happens to get you both alone, by complete “accident”
• you get to know chenle more and your crush just deepens, and he’s teasing you, he loves knowing the effect he has on you, you’re completely unaware that jisung had spilled the beans to him about your crush.
• chenle adores you so much, you are literally the cutest thing ever to him, short and cute, a little shy at first, a lot like your big brother.
• jisung has to remind you to please don’t kiss in front of him, allowing you both to date just doesn’t want to see all that
• neither of you remember that though, too caught up in each other.
jisung:
• chenle is gassed when you and jisung eventually tell him that you’re dating
• calls jisung his real brother now, he’s already planning your guys’ wedding
• you blush and hit chenle saying you literally only just started dating stop trying to scare him off
• jisung tells you that could never happen, hand coming to play with your hair
• chenle is grimacing “gross” then immediately gushing again about his baby sister and his best friends getting together.
• when you’re alone with jisung chenle is texting you “jisungs abs are great right?” “chenle stop texting me we’re trying to make out”
• if chenle hears either of you calling each other a nickname he will use it for you guys as well.
i cant stop making these fake texts omg theyre so fun. (made haechan and jaehyun’s ver so check them out!)
cw // suggestive lol, kys kms jokes as always, gender neutral reader but two (2) feminine term and pronouns ‘pretty’ & ‘my girl’. das all but lmk if there’s anything i can improve!
genre : small coastal town romance. first love. fluff. pining. suggestive. angst.
warnings : none. slight show of anxiety. meet cute with someone that isn't our main lead.
summary : is first love meant to be the way it is for the town's golden boy and everybody's baby angel?
word count : 2.3k
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You feel like you’re drowning, suffocating under the continuous added layers of perfume and hairspray. Voices unable to match with their owners, bouncing around different conversations and vibrating against the high ceilings of the hub.
The only thing that has been grounding you is the hands that keep you securely in the middle, protectively barricading you within their familiarity. Soothing you. But you feel that Yunjin is unable to hide her excitement as her focus has been zig zagging between you and the atmosphere, falling in love with its entirety.
It’s been motivating, to see her so passionate and all fired up, it drove you to attend all the lecture classes that Yunjin practically pleaded with her eyes to attend. Introductory lectures on college experience seminars. Every guest speaker. An endless pile of brochures. Hauls of freebies and trips to the onsite bookshop had done anything but slow her down.
Yunjin’s eyes had rounded, the sparkle doubling as she engaged in conversation with equally interested attendees next to her.
“I have to ask him,” Yunjin’s excitement has made its way into her voice, her usual smooth tone raised a little in joy and her attention on a particular professor’s area of expertise. She gives your arm a last squeeze, a quick check in with Chaewon before she approaches the professor with bumbling tension.
“I’ve never seen that girl so excited,” Chaewon snorts. You nod in agreement.
Chaewon, nowhere near as excited to attend the amount of lectures as Yunjin but attending anyway. She, more or less, has been there to be your moral support.
With a slight push against a large broad back that almost tramples you both, Chaewon concedes with both arms raised, her grasp becoming stronger, “Let’s get a coffee.”
Your sigh of relief is all Chaewon needs for permission, coming behind Yunjin and her lively mannerisms to intercept her growing bag of tertiary consumerism, the older girl securing it over her shoulder. Yunjin casts a quick look at the thief before continuing her conversation, her joy no longer contained by any material restrictions.
The walk to the coffee stop is shorter than you thought, but the volume decreases so significantly that your ears feel like they’re ringing. The quiet is welcomed by your relaxed smile and the creamy hot chocolate that Chaewon orders for you.
While Chaewon pours her packet of extra sugar over her large caramel latte with a chocolate swirl, your eyes scan the different rooms of the first floor. Doors each marked differently. Study rooms numbered 1-3, stray music rooms and an island of fancy seats with a charging dock.
One room though, piques your interest, “Hey-”
Chaewon’s attention is on you in an instant, her tongue tucked into the crease of her lip in anticipation, “Yeah?”
She sips at her latte, eyes closing briefly at how good the taste is before she tries to follow your line of vision.
“Dance room,” You smile at the girl in front of you. Knowing her next actions as if you wrote her in your journal pages.
Chaewon’s eyebrows skyrocket upwards in intrigue, “Yeah?”
You nod, your smile growing even wider. Chaewon stands, “Well, it can’t hurt to check out the competition…”
Her short hair bobs as she jogs to the doors of the dance room, immediately finding a small gap in the paper barrier of privacy. You follow after her, feeling like little girls on sugar as your hands find a home on her shoulders using her as leverage to tip toe over her. .
“Woah,” You murmur your appreciation, drinking in the large mirror and the clean surface floors. The different coloured lights are so different to the ones at your high school. Chaewon, although less than impressed, is still raving.
“Fuck I could kill for that space,” Chaewon groans. You chuckle, knowing that Chaewon complains about the lack of space in her own studio at least twice a week, “You need to date someone in the dance major purely so I can use this room.”
Your lips curl, “Mmm, maybe.”
“Mmm, maybe,” Chaewon teases, “You barely even try to play along with me. He’s on your brain a lot, huh?”
If the warmth blooming on your cheeks and spreading across your chest is any indication, shes right. And she knows it.
“Excuse me?” The voice that interrupts you is both unfamiliar and the baritone rattles your gut. You turn around, hoping the residue of embarrassment has completely rid itself from your face. A tall figure stands a reasonable distance from your table, but close enough for curiosity to muddle with your brain. He’s handsome, an envy-inducing pretty face and a disarming gaze that is made obvious when his eyes jump between the two of you.
You realise that you’re the only one that’s walking up to him a little too late, the alarm on your face laughable and Chaewon’s attempt to rein it in is completely ruined by her shaking shoulders and uncontrolled pig snorts. You grit your teeth, facing the boy meekly.
He swallows, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to- you know. You dance?”
“I don’t,” Your hand falling to your chest, before referring to Chaewon with a polite hand instead of a rude finger like she deserves, “She does though.”
Chaewon waves, her smile unaffected by your thoughts of displeasure and anxiety.
“Oh,” The boy coughs, “Sorry, I just- honestly I saw this shifty dude around your bags so I came here…”
You turn to look in the direction he's looking, making a small note of a suspicious figure hanging around the hub, checking tables and every corner available. When you turn, your expression is mildly thankful, choosing to accept the kind concern of the guy in front of you.
“Oh, thanks,” Casting a quick glance back at the possible offender, you smile back at the incredibly handsome boy in front of you, “Do you go to university here?”
The boy shakes his head, “I’m thinking about it though. I’m a little stuck on choices at the moment but my older brother goes here so it’s always going to be an option….”
“Really? That’s cool. What’s his major?”
His smirk is completely involuntary, “Dance.”
“Ohhh,” You muse, “That’s why.”
His laugh is melodic and smooth, “That’s why.”
“I’m Y/N by the way,” You greet, loving the confidence that has settled into you as you greet someone new. Finding it as pleasant as it is rare. There’s something about people like him that brings something out in you.
The boy bites his lip slightly, “Hyunjin.”
You really wish you didn’t get so distracted so easily. If it hadn't been for the gasp you let out and the suspicious guy, then his name wouldn't have been stolen so sharply. Only possibilities are left over. You thought that maybe his name ended in 'Jin'...or it could have been '-Chin'. '-Shin-' was an option as well.
You don’t know.
And if it wasn't for the way you clutched at his wrist, he would've noticed you had difficulty getting his name. He would've noticed that the shifty guy had made an attempt to steal from a table, leaving only a commotion as he flees. He would've noticed it all, if he had not been captured by you, "Oh my god I just saw him steal.'
Chaewon, though, will remember that moment for a lifetime. Her baby growing up and rizzing every boy in her bubble.
Hyunjin's lip trembles at an attempt to keep his temptation at bay. He so badly wants to say something like 'you owe me' like the cool guys do in all those movies.
But he doesn’t want to be creepy.
Or too much.
Or fucking cringe.
So he withholds, instead he lets himself get suckered in by the fact you're still touching him. Your hold on him isn't necessarily flirty but he's smitten regardless. He thinks he may even adore you at this point, because he can tell you don’t even know you’ve got him like this. Too cute. Too sweet. Angelic.
Then, the worst thing that could ever happen happens, '-Jinnie.'
Hyunjin almost curses. Thoughts of homicide running amok as his older brother, who's own smile has grown at the sight of a pretty girl having a literal hold on his younger brother. Hyunjin himself wants to sigh. The utter torture he's going to have to endure from the moment he hops into the lonely car all the way into next month already traumatises him enough to create distance between you both.
“Uh I gotta go,” Hyunjin murmurs, insanely fed up already, “Nice meeting you.”
“You too, wait wait-“ You’re so sweet about it, and his heart flutters as you hurry to place one of the little free marshmallows on his palm, “Thanks for saving our bags, Jinnie.”
If Hyunjin was stronger or more honest, he would've admitted he didn't like marshmallows all that much. But you bet his ass ate it because you offered so sweetly, so heartwarmingly - he ate that marshmallow you gave him with the biggest grin on his face. His brother's incessant and irritating teasing powerless against his good mood.
Jinnie, you called him Jinnie.
When the handsome boy leaves, you turn around, pout on your face because your cup is not as warm as before and Chaewon is still in need for a stern talking to after the shit she just pulled.
However, you're pleasantly surprised by the appearance of Yunjin again that the conversation is forgotten as soon as it was remembered. Wanting to seek her validation and her comfort, you start to let out a mumble of a whine-
“He was cute,” Yunjin sings.
Your face falls into deadpan, both girls giggling and rolling their eyes at your expense. You send a quick smack to Chaewon’s arm who rubs the slight sting away.
“We get it,” Chaewon smirks, “You already have a boy at home to rizz up…”
Oh my god, seriously?
Chaewon laughs at your flustered and bumbling state, stuttering all over the place. You’re seriously so cute.
“What did the professor say?” You turn to Yunjin who has only resorted to smiling at you fondly, her look almost motherly before your question resonates and has her bumbling back to the girl she was before, almost hopping as she explains the theories that the professor had either proven or disproven.
She continues her story, her arm locked in yours as she explains wholeheartedly. Her voice volume is less passionate as the train station nears, her energy depleting. The urge to snooze becoming more and more appealing.
The three of you pile on the snacks, Yunjin picking out an assortment of fresh fruit, Chaewon stocking up on chips, cheese and crackers with a whole jar of pickled relish and then finally you with a block of chocolate and sparkling juice.
Chaewon lets out a small noise of amusement, “We’re so very grown up.”
You pay separately, meeting up in the middle to use the paper bag that Chaewon brought. The air is noticeably more crisp as you exit the train station supermarket, finding warmth in the overhead headphones that you had decided to bring along with you. A few stragglers of equally exhausted people leave the clean train quiet, preferring the comfort of their own thoughts and relying on their music or readings to entertain them. The three of you are comfortable, Yunjin opting to cuddle into Chaewon and leaving you to listen to your playlist by yourself to your heart's content.
The trip takes three hours, yet it feels like only one.
When the train pours into the familiar environment, the glittery horizon of an orange blue sea and buildings a lot smaller than the skyscrapers that had loomed over you all day. It’s comforting, paired with the smooth R&B tunes playing in your ears.
Home.
It instantly has your shoulders relaxing, making you realise just how tense you have been all day. It’s indescribable, how good home feels to you. How good home is for you. A notification pulls you away from the view and you check it habitually.
How was it?
A simple message and it sends you into an emotional overload. It doesn’t necessarily mean anything - a question that your Mum could have sent you. But it’s different because it’s from him.
“What’s got you so happy?” Chaewon’s voice is slightly husky from her admittedly better than expected nap.
You turn the phone screen toward her, watching as her eyes flick across the message. The smile on her face deepens as she sees how affected you are.
“Reply to him,” Chaewon urges, then she closes her eyes jokingly, “Here, I won’t even look. I’m not here.”
The narrowing of your eyes is half hearted, already raising your phone closer to you, potential branches of where your conversation leads to is racing through your head and has you obsessing over the little details.
“Dreamy,, he likes you just….tell him how your day was,” Chaewon advises, “Be honest about it. He’ll reply to anything you say, trust me, you could say you sand your mermaid tail scales down and he’ll find a way to reply.”
You take her advice appreciatively, amusement and nerves in your thumbs. You begin with the good things before letting your thoughts become more and more honest as his replies continue with so much interest you want to chastise yourself by how worried you were. You even mention Jinnie. Which gets you a little weird conversation you’re trying not to be so delusional over.
Oh.
Was he hot?
Honestly, he was a little. Very pretty.
Hmm. Did he give you his number?
No
Did you? Give him your number?
No..
I didn’t haha
Good girl x
Good. Girl. Good girl. He said ‘good girl.’ With an ‘X’. An ‘x’ was a kiss. That was something, right? Right? He was flirting just now, right?
Okay, i’ve gtg now. Am I seeing you tomorrow?
If you want to.
I do
You bite your lip in anticipation, your fingers dancing across the screen boldly. It’s nerve wracking.
Jaemin insisted that you go to bed with him, but he finally went to sleep after you promised him you won't take too much time.
That was a lie, because you knew you'd end up staying awake all night. You were used to it, your sleep schedule was pretty messed up already. There was way too much pressure going on at work, and you had only a few hours at hand a presentation to prepare.
You got up at about 11:45 p.m. from your desk and stretched a little. Behind you, Jaemin was fast asleep on the bed.
You tiptoed out of the bedroom as softly as you could and went to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. After you were done, you washed the glass in the sink and put it back in its shelf, and that's when you felt two hands snaking around your waist.
You felt your heart rate increase when a familiar voice whispered in your ear, "I thought you weren't gonna take too much time."
You let out a sigh of relief when the familiar scent of the vanilla body wash your husband uses surrounded you, and you turned around, facing Jaemin- frowning, his eyes half lidded and sleepy, hair sticking out in all directions.
"God, you scared the shit out of me." You said, putting a hand on your chest to calm yourself down.
"You need to sleep." Jaemin said, leaning forward and almost falling asleep on your shoulder.
"I can't, Jaem. I need to finish my work." You said, caressing the back of Jaemin's head. He groaned in protest, and you sighed. He really did act like a child sometimes.
"Come on, get up baby, you're too heavy for me to carry." You said and Jaemin shook his head which was still on your shoulder, and moments later you felt yourself being lifted up as if you were a sack of potatoes.
"Jaemin!" You exclaimed, but he walk to your shared bedroom and put you on the bed, taking his place beside you and covering you with the blanket. You felt him trap you in his arms as you instinctively shuffled closer to him, and he softly caressed your head, pressing a light kiss to your forehead. "Sleep, hm?"
And almost like a command, sleep immediately came over to you when you wrapped your arms around him and heard his voice. All thoughts of work and stress being pushed away from your mind.
And Jaemin's embrace itself felt like a comforting kiss to your lips.
this was short and quick, lol I just felt very lonely and this was comforting to write.
requests open
genre - angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship AU
warnings - mentions of a bad day, depressive thoughts and insecurity, disordered eating, stress
w/c - 1198
a/n - it’s 3am and I watched a sad tiktok so I’m writing some hyuck comfort because I love him (i write for OT23 so please request if you’d like to see more nct fics!)
quick disclaimer - in no way is this intended to romanticise depression in any way shape or form it is intended to serve as comfort for both myself and anyone who needs it :) as always I’m here to talk if you ever need it and I hope you enjoy <;3
Your day hadn’t been great. If you thought about it, it’s been a while since you’d had a good day. Your mind often liked to play tricks on you, flood every waking hour with insecurities and foolish thoughts. It created the same old pit in your heart it always did. You were a burden. A bothersome person unworthy of anything you possessed in life. Especially unworthy of him.
This day had been particularly harsh on you. Everything seemed to go as wrong as they possibly could at any given moment. And to make things worse, you’d been given a project last minute which needed to be finished by the next day. Hence being the last person left in the office at 11pm. You knew your work never treated you very well. They took advantage of you and hardly respected or appreciated you in return. But your job was the one thing that made you feel some sort of worth. You’d had an ultimate fear that without the job, without some form of reward for the little motivation you’d had recently, you’d lose any motivation you had left. And in turn you’d lose him too.
As you entered your shared apartment and kicked off your shoes, Donghyuck immediately shot up from his position on the couch. His brow furrowed immediately at the sight of you. You were beautiful to him, you’d always been, but the bags under your eyes and your slightly sunken in cheeks were plenty means for concern. He’d noticed small patterns in you over the years he’d known you. He could tell when things were slowly beginning to get bad again, when your meals became smaller and less frequent, and your smile became faker. He knew these were the times he had to stay by your side the most, and now was no exception.
“Y/N?” You looked up from the floor at the sound of his voice, and your heart sunk as you realised he’d stayed up to wait for you. He deserved rest and he wasn’t getting it because of you.
Trying to suppress the guilty tears threatening to fall, you put on a small smile, which Donghyuck can see doesn’t quite reach your eyes.
“Hey Hyuck. You really shouldn’t have waited for me, it’s really late.” He pouted slightly at your statement, which warmed your heart a little.
“That’s exactly why I should’ve stayed up. You need cuddles from your adoring boyfriend after a long day working late.” He stood up from his position on the couch, walking over to you and pulling you into his arms. The tears threatened to fall, but you tried to suppress them once more. You didn’t want to ruin Donghyuck’s affectionate mood with your emotional state.
He pulled you beside him on the couch, leaning against the armrest and pulling you tightly against his chest. “I missed you today,” he mumbled softly into your hair, pressing gentle kisses to the crown of your head.
You hummed in reply, closing your eyes as Donghyuck softly drew shapes on your forearm with the pads of his fingers. You tried to clear your mind, focusing on the rise and fall of his chest beneath you.
Donghyuck chewed on the inside of his cheek, contemplating whether now was the right time to talk to you or not. He wasn’t going to let you suppress all your thoughts and emotions for this long, it wasn’t healthy and he was worried about you. But he was worried that he would ruin the first chance you’ve had to relax in a long time.
His concern won the battle as he gently brushed his thumb against your cheek, prompting you to open your eyes and look at him. He helped the two of you sit up, interlocking one of his hands with yours, the other resting gently on your knee.
“Y/N,” he started, unsure of the best way to start. “Are you doing okay? I’m worried about you.”
Your heart sunk, this was the last conversation you were expecting that night. You’d thought you’d done a better job of hiding it, trying your hardest not to worry him anymore than he needed to. A tear slipped down your cheek, both shocked and emotional at his sudden question and the overwhelming thoughts filling your brain, and you swipe it away quickly.
He grabs your hand gently, lowering it to your lap. “See what I mean? You’re suppressing it, you’re hiding it from me. I-I just want you to tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours so I can help you.” His voice wavered slightly, almost pleading you to let him help you. His heart was shattering seeing you like this, and he was desperate to do whatever it took to take some of your pain away.
You let the tears fall, unable to hold them back any longer as Donghyuck gently swiped them away. “I don’t know what’s going on, but you don’t have to worry. It’s something I can easily fix on my own.”
His heart broke even more at your response. “Sweetheart, please, let me help you. I’m here for you, always. You’ve been skipping meals and sleeping late and bottling up your emotions. You don’t have to deal with this all your own.”
Sobs racked your body at his words, and you slumped against him, burying your head in his chest as he held you tightly to him. “I- I’m just sick of all the thoughts constantly going through my head. Stupid insecurities that are making me push people away, and too many emotions for me to sort out all at once. I just want to be able to appreciate what I have without being scared I’m going to lose it all at a moments notice. I want to feel like I’m good enough for you instead of feeling guilty you have to put up with someone like me.”
Donghyuck gently ran his fingers through your hair as you spoke, listening intently to every word you were saying. “Sweetheart, you never have to feel that way around me. You’re perfect. Your problems are never burdens, I want to listen so you don’t have to ever feel that way. I want to be the person you feel comfortable sharing stuff like this with so the weight you have on your shoulders is a little bit lighter.”
You sniffled lightly, looking up at him. “I love you, Hyuck. I’m sorry for acting like this.”
He frowned playfully at you. “Nope. No unnecessary apologies allowed here. I will accept kisses, though.”
You giggled softly, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. He smiled adoringly at you. “I love you Y/N. Now, our plan of action is a delicious dinner cooked by your loving boyfriend, cooked quick enough to ensure you’ve washed up and are sleeping by 1am. You’ve worked so hard, and you need your rest. I’m so proud of you.” He pressed another kiss to your lips, a longer one this time, before setting off to the kitchen to make your favourite meal.
And you knew, despite your worries and your doubts, Donghyuck was going to be by your side forever.
Ship: Mark Lee (NCT) x female reader
Word Count: 3.5k
Tags: Fluff, Suggestive, basically what leads to the smut in the second part :)
Dangeorus Woman Pt. 2
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Mark was the first friend you’d ever had.
You knew what friendship meant because you knew him. You knew what it meant for your heart to break just because someone else’s was breaking because you knew him.
You knew what it meant for someone to say they’d do anything for you and mean it because you knew Mark.
Even though you loved each one of the boys, some part of you had continued to see everything as the two of you against the world. And you never questioned why.
Mark was also your first love.
You were fourteen, and Mark came home and told you a girl had asked him out in school and he’d said yes.
You remembered crying yourself to sleep that night.
You told yourself you’d move on in no time, but then at sixteen, you started dating some guy from school, and your heart broke a little yet again when Mark looked genuinely happy for you.
Soon, you’d learned to push your feelings for him inside and bury them into a corner of your brain you knew you’d never visit again. Mark was family, and that mattered a lot more to you than your stupid juvenile feelings.
And here you were, over ten years later, at twenty seven, with the ache in your heart long gone and forgotten.
Mark was your family, your home away from home.
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It was a Monday, and you were lying on Mark’s couch playing video games on your phone. – It’s what you did when you were bored, the fact that Mark and you lived in the same apartments working out conveniently for you.
“Weren’t you gonna go to the clubhouse today?” Mark said, emerging from the kitchen with a packet of your favorite ships and throwing it at you before taking a seat on the other end of the couch.
“Mondays are boring.” You said, picking the chips up from where they’d fallen to the side and beaming at Mark. “We’ll all be there later today anyways. Let Renjun do his job for now.”
“Kind and considerate, as always.” Mark smiled.
“Excuse me, I’m plenty kind.”
“I’m sure.”
You made a face at him, and then looked back at the screen, then flashing a ‘Game Over’.
Mark burst into laughter at the change of your expression, having guessed you lost. And you wanted to punch his face.
“I lost because of you!”
“No, you lost ‘cause you suck.”
“Mark Lee, I swear to god!” You said, trying to be quick to jump on him but familiar with the attack, Mark was equally quick to grab both your wrists mid air, letting the two of your struggle for dominance.
“Give up.” He laughed with his nose scrunched.
And you hated that he looked like he was barely putting in effort, so you did. And heaved a sigh. “I’ll let you win this time.”
“Is that so?” He raised a cocky brow and spun you around from where he was holding your wrist, almost onto his lap, and waged a tickle battle against you.
You squealed. “Mark! This is foul!” You whined in the middle of trying to hold your voice down.
But he didn’t stop even when you were teary eyed, and red in your face.
“Fine, you win!” You said, too exasperated to punch him for the amusement on his face.
“Don’t start fights you can’t win, baby.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
You collapsed onto the couch, trying to catch your breath, and broke into a small smile at the silliness of everything.
You wondered sometimes if Mark and you had ever even grown up.
“Obviously you’d smile.”
“This place is nice, man.” You smiled, not thinking too much about what you meant.
“You literally have almost the exact same place.” Mark deadpanned. You knew you could always trust him with being an idiot.
“Irrelevant.”
“Which reminds me, did you think about my offer?”
You blinked up at him.
The thing was: there were a few things that needed fixing at your place, some very desperately so, but you didn’t want to deal with having to come back home to a part disheveled place to rest or sleep yet. You knew it’d take away the last bit of sanity you had left.
You’d told Mark all about that. And naturally, he’d offered for you to stay over at his the first thing.
To that, you’d said you’d think about it and let him know. And you had thought about it.
Being honest, you had no real reason to not take the offer up. You’d had several movie nights and sleepovers and trips with the boys, and even just Mark in the past, and so you knew Mark was a wonderful person to be roommates with.
But something told you staying with him would mean teetering dangerous territories, whatever that meant.
“I did.” You said.
“And?”
You sighed. “Are you sure you wouldn’t mind the intrusion?”
Mark looked at you blankly. Which was honestly very well deserved.
If this was your attempt to look for a way to get out of the situation, it was an astonishingly atrocious one.
“Are you being serious?”
“Well…” You said, and sighed. “Fine, you’re right. I need to stop procrastinating.”
“Yes, you do.”
“Thanks for letting me stay.” You whined, as if complaining, and hugged Mark’s waist where he was sitting.
And he laughed, caressing your hair in return. “Lemme know when you’ll move in.”
You went to the clubhouse later that day. And as you’d expected, not a lot of business to handle.
“I might move in with Mark.” You told Renjun in the office.
“Finally.” He replied.
And you about lost it. “What?”
“What?”
And Renjun’s face turned questioning when your bewildered expression stayed.
“Wait, you’re not dating yet?”
“‘Yet’?! No, Renjun, what the fuck? Why would we date?”
Renjun just pursed his lips in silence.
And you were pretty sure confusion took over your entire being.
“My bad.” He said.
And that just did not cut it at all.
But Renjun refused to elaborate further.
Soon enough, it was time for you to move.
“It’ll be a couple weeks.”
“Stay as long as you’d like.”
The first few days were peaceful. Mark really was a wonderful person to share a place with. He asked you if you needed something every night before coming back home, and made you breakfast every morning. That was not only more than you could ask for in a roommate, but an actual dreamland.
You shook your head every time you thought of how you could really get used to it.
You were in the kitchen trying to grab the packet of popcorn from the top shelf for the movie night. You stretched your arms out, even jumped, but nothing seemed to work.
But before the struggle could get too frustrating, you felt a drop of water fall onto your neck making you shiver, as another arm reached out and grabbed it for you.
You looked back to find your roommate, wearing a pair of pajamas and nothing but a towel thrown over his shoulders on top, standing right behind you.
He’d walked right out of the shower. And the proximity, combined with the scent of his shampoo from his wet hair made you feel a little dizzy.
You breathed in as you turned around, trying not to look anywhere but his eyes. And felt almost annoyed when he didn’t instantly back off.
“Here you go.” He said, placing the packet behind you on the counter, almost trapping you in. And your eyes went a little wide when you felt butterflies in your stomach.
What the fuck?
You’d seen Mark shirtless innumerable times, it made no sense for it to affect you like this.
You shook your head and looked away, and proceeded to feel like an idiot when Mark tilted his head a little.
“Are you blushing?” You asked with surprise and the tiniest hint of teasing in his voice.
And if you weren’t already, you definitely went red at that. “Shut the fuck up and put some clothes on.”
You couldn’t have put your abhorrence towards the amusement that laced Mark’s face, into words if you tried. “Seriously, y/n?”
“I’m not blushing! What the fuck is your problem?” You spat, and turned around, grabbing the god forsaken packet of popcorn. “Go away.”
Mark had the audacity to just walk over to the other side of the counter, leaning against it with his arms crossed against his chest, and watch you.
You looked over with disbelief. “What do you want?”
Mark scoffed, letting laughter follow closely. “I’ll take care of the popcorn.” He said. “Go take a shower.”
You blinked at him. “Oh.” You spoke. “Well, okay Thanks.”
You practically ran out of the kitchen into your room, and slammed the door shut as quietly as you could. And took a deep breath.
Now what the actual fuck was that?
You came out of the shower and flopped down almost on top of Mark in front of his couch.
You knew putting distance between the two of you after what happened would not end well for any of you, so you decided to do the exact opposite.
“What movie are we watching?”
“I was thinking Avatar.” Mark said putting an arm around you.
“Mm.” You hummed in approval. “Sure.”
“Someone’s clingy today.” Mark had a small smile in his voice.
And you grabbed the popcorn bowl, and placed it on your lap. “Put the movie on.”
“Right.” Mark laughed, endeared. And you tried not to blush.
Throughout the course of the movie, you were hyperaware of all the places your body was touching Mark’s. And that made concentrating on the movie next to impossible.
“Is everything okay?” Mark asked when you couldn’t stop shifting, his voice so quiet it made you jump.
“Yeah…” Your voice just as quiet, “I feel sleepy.” You said, honestly.
Mark smiled and let the gentlest of his fingertips caress the hair adorning a side of your face, making you take in a breath at the comforting touch. “Go to sleep then.” He whispered.
And almost as if your body took his words as a command, you fell asleep.
You woke up in the guest room, where you were staying, nicely tucked under a blanket, and sat up as soon as you gained enough consciousness to remember the previous night.
You turned slightly red when you realized Mark must’ve carried you there.
“Oh my gosh…”
Staying with Mark was really proving to be dangerous.
Mark was in the kitchen when you walked out.
“Hey.” You called out to him.
And he turned around, right before flashing the softest, brightest smile, and you felt your heart go weak for a second. “Morning, slept well?”
“Yeah…” You said. “Did you carry me to the room?”
And Mark, yet again, looked amused at your concerned tone. “No, y/n. You got teleported.”
And you rolled your eyes, taking a seat at the island counter. “You’re the funniest.”
Mark smiled, placing pancakes in front of you, and laughing when your eyes gleamed.
“Thank you for the food!” You said. “And seriously, let me cook breakfast someday?”
“You’ll have to wake up before me for that.”
You frowned and pouted at that. Now that was a lot of work. But you felt determined to do it, so there was that.
“And yes, I did.”
You blinked up at him. “Ah.” And then realized and looked down at the pancakes, picking up the fork to compose yourself. “Thanks, and sorry.”
“Stop acting like a stranger, Jesus.” Mark said with disgust, cracking you up a little.
Mark was good for your nerves. But you couldn’t help but ask the next question anyways. “Did I say or do anything weird?”
Mark stared at you blankly before pretending to think. “I mean, you nuzzled into my neck and asked me to not leave, if that counts.”
You went red. And he burst into laughter.
The audacity.
“Stop fucking with me, oh my gosh!”
“Hey! It’s true, it’s just that your reaction is unwarranted as fuck and it’s ridiculous.” He said, still in the middle of laughing.
And you puffed your cheeks, stood up, picked up your plate and walked out to sit at the dining table instead.
“Hey, are you mad right now?” Mark asked, still amused, and you wanted nothing more than to punch him into his disappearance.
Later that evening, you felt like your back was breaking.
You’d had business to handle and the renovation to monitor for the last few days, leaving really less time for rest, and your back, and shoulders, hadn’t taken it well.
Mark looked concerned when you couldn’t walk straight without flinching, but you reassured him, saying you just needed rest.
He asked you to not work the next day. You told him you’d let him know how you felt about that in the morning.
You felt a little guilty for making Mark worry. He was already helping you out so much. The concerned look in his eyes wasn’t your favorite.
His smile really probably was.
So when he smiled at you, and patted the space in front of him for you to come sit, you did.
“You really look like you could use a massage.” He said, gently resting his hand on your shoulders.
Now, the problem with massages was that Mark was really good at them. It was almost inhuman. And if he were to bless you with them while you were in pain, you were sure you’d tear up in relief.
But Mark knew that, and was offering despite it.
So you gave in.
And let him press into your shoulders in a manner that made the pain dissipate into pleasure.
Your eyes fell close, and you sighed at the amazing feeling.
When he felt you were satisfied with that much, his hands went onto your lower back, and his thumbs massaged their way up your spine. And that motion made took away any form of restrain you had in you.
“Ah…” you let out a shaky moan as your back arched away from his touch.
But he continued, carefully observing which points felt the best for you, and focusing on them.
“Fuck, Mark…” You whispered, your face down.
But Mark pressed onto a point right below the nape of your neck, and you gasped, throwing your head back as you shuddered, your hand finding rest right next to you to help you keep balance.
You would’ve felt sheepish if you weren’t currently on the receiving end of the mind blowing massage. Which made you wonder why Mark hadn’t backed away from you reacting so well to him yet.
But the thought got lost somewhere when he worked his palms up your back once again.
Mark was crazy good at this. And you were but a weak woman.
“Mark… You’re really good.” You managed to form your first proper sentence in the middle of several shaky breaths, desperately wanting to give him encouragement.
And actual chills travelled down your skin when you heard Mark’s voice against your ear. “Feel good?”
“Yes.” You breathed out, holding yourself back from moaning uninhibitedly.
Something about that moment was so fragile, you were scared it would break apart the moment it was over. Your best friend was making you feel amazing, and you wanted it to never stop.
But you knew where things might end up escalating to if you didn’t stop them right there, and you knew better than to let it happen.
So you did what you knew best – dip.
“Thanks, Mark. I think I’m fine now,” You said, your voice still not having entirely recovered.
And Mark paused for a second before withdrawing his hands away from you completely.
You moved away a little before turning around to face him, which was a lot harder to do than you’d suspected. “You are ridiculously good at this.”
Mark smiled, but there was something in his eyes you couldn’t decipher. “I’m glad I was of service.”
And you felt a feeling settle in the pits of your stomach. Sort of a sinking feeling.
You smiled back at Mark, and got up.
The pain really was significantly better.
You stretched a little, and almost jumped in relief when your back didn’t act up.
Mark laughed looking at your face. And you held your fist up to warn him against making fun of you, which only made him laugh harder.
“You’re the funniest.”
Later that night, you lied on your bed for what felt like forever.
You couldn’t sleep. And the reason was that you couldn’t stop thinking about your best friend. Or how you didn’t want to think about him.
Living with him was a dangerous thing.
You found yourself travelling down memory lanes you’d been sure you’d never wander again.
“Feel good?” His soft voice echoed in your head, and made you curl up into a ball in exasperation.
Fuck, you really needed to stop thinking about him.
You sighed, and sat up. The pain in your back was about as good as gone, so you decided to stroll around for a while.
You walked out into the living room, and heard sounds from the kitchen.
“Please be kidding…” You said to yourself, before making your way towards the sounds, and found Mark standing in front of the refrigerator.
He was apparently grabbing some water, and was shirtless again.
You sighed. Living with him really was a dangerous thing.
You turned around, aiming to walk back into your room, but heard Mark’s voice before you could. “Y/n?”
And cursed under your breath before turning back around. “Hi.”
“Hi. Is your back better?”
“Yes.” You said, walking in and leaning against the dining table instead. You managed not to let the affect seeing him like that had on you show this time. It was the civil thing to do. “Couldn’t sleep?”
“Yeah.” Mark said. “You too?”
And you nodded, the quiet of the night heavy around you.
You could feel Mark’s eyes on you even as you stared at the ground and drew circles on the floor with your toes.
You deliberated between walking back into your room and waiting for him to, till you heard what Mark said next.
“Wanna go for a ride?”
And you felt your entire being light up as he smiled.
The next thing you knew was leaning back onto the passenger seat of Mark’s car and smiling as Mark took your favorite roads and drove past familiar scenes, making warmth grow inside of you a little.
Mark’s playlist of your favorite songs blasted on the sound system and you swore you just wanted to shout to the world how happy you felt from the rooftops.
And it hit you. You looked at Mark, and Mark looked at you, instantly recognizing the glint in your eyes. He shook his head as he laughed, and reached for the button and opened the sunroof.
You beamed before you got up and made your way past the gap, letting the wind hit you and carry all your worries away with it.
With your arms spread wide, you threw your head back and screamed the lyrics to the song playing at the top of your lungs, and you swore any more ecstasy than you felt in that moment would’ve made you cry.
By the time you flopped back down onto the seat, you were almost exhausted from having been too happy, your hair a mess, and Mark had the widest of his smiles plastered on his face.
“What?” You said, a little flustered.
“Nothing.” Mark spoke, the smile intact. And looked at you, catching you off guard, before looking at the road again. “I love seeing you like this.”
And you felt your heart skip several beats.
All of a sudden, Mark was all you could focus on.
And you wanted to cry.
He looked beautiful. He always did.
You wanted to kiss him.
And you tried to shake the thought away, but it wouldn’t budge.
You wanted to touch him, to tell him how much he meant to you.
Or how seen you felt with him. How much you wanted him to feel the same.
“Let’s give this a little race, shall we?” Mark grinned.
Gosh, Mark meant the world to you.
Mark stepped on the accelerator and the car picked up pace, the sound music to your ears.
“Let’s go!” You screamed along.
You stopped by the 24/7 store near the highway, and grabbed two cans of beer and a couple cigarettes.
Sitting on the bonnet of the car and talking about the most random stuff, both of you drank away.
You found it ridiculous how Mark still looked that amazing at this time of the night.
He lit your cigarette for you, and for the first time, the gesture felt almost intimate. Especially how your eyes and his lingered on each other for the extra split second.
You took the wheel on the way back home.
And had the time of your life driving the Mustang. You always did. It was a stark contrast from your lighter baby.
“That was amazing!” You exclaimed as you entered the apartment with Mark tagging behind. “Thanks a lot, Mark.”
“I had fun too so,” Mark smiled. “Anytime.”
And you wanted to kiss him once again. Stupid fucking brain.
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Dangeorus Woman Pt. 2
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1. Say, “I love you” out of the blue.
Bangchan | Johnny | Han |
2. “You know, you could’ve been nicer to me today.”
3. Sigh loudly in front of him as if something is wrong.
4. "If we broke up, I would get back with my ex.”
Yoongi | Taehyung | Jungkook
5. Tell him you want to have a baby with him and see his reaction.
6. Sigh loudly in front of him as if something is wrong.
7. Trying to sit on his lap while he’s on the computer or while he's play video games
Ni-ki |
8. pretending you’ve found out one of his secrets and saying 'Is there something you want to tell me?'
Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook
9. Wake him up and say "you've got to hide, my boyfriend is coming."
Jungkook | Taehyung | Yoongi |
10. Letting go of his hand while driving
11. Wiping off his kisses
12. Texting him someone is hitting on you in the store
13. Say, “I’m so hungry” in front of him and see whether or not he gets you food.
14. Tell him your ex texted you. Ask him what he thinks you should text back.
Jaehyun |
15. Tell him that you’re freezing cold and see what he does.
16. Start dancing with him while he’s busy doing something important, like answering emails or doing a workout, and see how he reacts.
17. Sit down next to him and say, “Can you pay attention to me?”
18. Calling your boyfriend a different name to see his reaction
