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DON'T LET IT PASS | N. JAEMIN

Cast: Jaemin x Female!Protagonist ft. Taeil, Johnny, Yuta, and Jeno

Genre: Angst | Dramedy

Word Count: 4.7K

Word/Object: Bouncy Ball (tennis-sized ball)

Warnings: Allusions and brief mentions of suicide and strong language throughout.

Summary: Admitted to an underfunded psychiatric clinic, Na Jaemin feels stuck and the “nice” girl that always says hi and waves at him isn't helping.

Collab: “A Vibe”

“I WONDER IF you get your kicks off of being problematic,” said Jeno, his wet black hair practically covering his brow and eyes like a thick curtain. “And, to be honest, it wouldn’t surprise me if you did.”

Jaemin, who was laying in bed and reading a porno mag he’d managed to sneak into the clinic, shrugged. He didn’t have to look at his bunkmate to know that Jeno (1) had taken a shower and (2) was staring right at him. He had heard him talking with one of the orderlies, their conversation frustratingly cheery for two people stuck in a nuthouse.

He chuckled. Remembering that if Jeno—or anyone else, for that matter—heard him refer to the clinic as a nuthouse, he wouldn’t hear the end of it. It wasn’t positive language, they’d told him. Jaemin would find it funny if it weren’t so ridiculously depressing. People were sensitive like that. People lied to themselves like that.

Call it a psychiatric clinic, a hospital, a mental ward, or what have you but the truth was that every single person that had been admitted to this damn place was off their nut.

But, hey, people kept themselves sane in strange ways. Calling things by other names seemed to make them forget—no, repress—their reality of their lives.

Whatever floats your boats, Jaemin often thought.

“I think I’ll just keep you wondering,” Jaemin replied, smirking. He passed a page and whistled. “Nice b—”

“Could you not?” Jeno cringed as he dried his hair. “I've had my share of horniness today.”

That made Jaemin look up and ignore the porno mag for a second. He slightly lifted his head, that wicked smirk of his plastered on his face, and wiggled his eyebrows. Jeno, who was too focused on hanging on his towel by the window, missed this. He got to see again when he turned and was met by Jaemin sitting on the edge of his bed, magazine flat on his lap as he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Fair share, you’d say?”

“Yeah, fair share . . .” Jeno trailed off, raising an eyebrow. He felt the spotlight on him and it was a burning and shameful sensation. “What are—what are you on about?”

“Oh, nothing.” Jaeming shrugged one shoulder, winking. “Only that sharing is caring, you sly fox.”

Jeno scoffed as he sat on his bed, opposite Jaemin’s. For a second, he remained unfazed until he sniggered. His eyes became nonexistent, a wide smile reaching them and touching them with a glint of embarrassed amusement. Jeno seemed to open his mouth to share but instead shook his head and turned away.

Above his bed, a collection of manga and manhwas was alphabetically organized and stacked on a wall bookshelf he’d put himself. Jeno was very proud and possessive of all of his volumes. They were one of the few things that offered comfort and enjoyment in this rather dull and isolating place. Jaemin never touched them and was more than okay with admiring them from afar. Not because he wasn’t interested but because he knew how much they meant to Jeno.

“So, puppy boy, who was horny today?” Jaemin asked, intently watching as Jeno reached for a manga volume he’d read over four times this month alone. “Come on. Don’t be a tease.”

“No one,” Jeno replied sheepishly. He laid on his bed, opened the manga, and stared at it.

“C’mon! You said you had your fair share of—” Jaemin paused, searching for the right word. It fell on the tip of his lips and his smirk reached his eyes. They had a distinctive glint of mischief as he added, “—arousal.”

Jeno blinked, uncomfortable. “Well that—that slipped out.”

“How very freudian of you.”

Jeno said nothing, pretended to read. Jaemin swore he saw the hint of a smile on his face, but he relented from asking him again. He wasn’t going to push him any further. Not tonight, anyhow.

With a huff and a chuckle, Jaemin hid the porno mag underneath his mattress, laid back on his bed, and decided to call it a night. He could annoy the ever living shit out of Jeno—and everyone else—in the morning.

THE NEXT MORNING, as he entered the cafeteria, Jaemin saw her before she saw him.

She was finishing her cereal as she talked with a guy. He was older than both of Jaemin and her, had pink hair, and was kinda loud. She was laughing at something he said and Jaemin felt an urge to ask her what the fuck was so funny and punch him right in the gut. He’d ask him the same question, but he really hated repeating himself.

“There she is,” Jaemin grumbled, barely parting his lips. “Miss Waves-A-Lot.”

Jeno, who was skimming through the fifth volume in the manga series he’d recently started reading, looked up and immediately squealed when he felt Jaemin pinching his forearm. It hurt so much he almost dropped the manga and cussed out loud.

“What was that for?” Jeno asked, gently rubbing his forearm. He gave the rec room a quick glance and saw who Jaemin was aggressively staring at. “What happens when she catches you looking at her like a psycho?”

“She’s not gonna catch me.”

She wouldn’t. She was too focused on Pink Hair to pay Jaemin any attention. Or so he thought.

Just as Jaemin blinked and thought about looking away, she met his gaze and they made eye contact. That’s when Jaemin noticed something. Though her hair was short and dyed blue, she had turquoise highlights he had previously missed.

“Fuck!” Jaemin gritted his teeth.

“Could you be more obvious?” Jeno rolled his eyes. “The least you can do is pretend you’re not looking.”

“Looking?” Jaemin scoffed. She was looking at him. He was looking at her. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Jeno scoffed. “Way to play dumb.”

“Did you just call me—”

“Good morning!”

“JESUS!” Jaemin screamed in a high-pitched voice. He punched the air—twice and upward—when he noticed who had startled him. “You nearly gave me a fucking heart attack!”

“Morning,” Jeno greeted her with a warm smile. “Sorry about my—” he paused, looking for the right word. “—roomie. He can be very loud.”

“That’s okay,” she replied, smiling. “Just wanted to say hi.”

Jaemin scoffed, grumbling, “You could have just waved.”

That made Jeno and her turn to Jaemin. One had an eyebrow raised, the other looked surprised. While Jeno shook his head and mouthed “what the fuck is wrong with you”, she simply shrugged and said she felt it was better if she actually introduced herself for a change. Jaemin felt something akin to butterflies in his stomach. Whether he was hungry or genuinely feeling something due to how she was looking at him, he couldn’t tell.

“I see you guys often, but I hadn’t gathered the courage to say hi face to face.”

“We’re idiots.” Jeno pointed to himself, but relented from pointing at Jaemin. “We’re alright. We don’t bite.”

Jaemin scoffed. “Speak for yourself, puppy boy.” He looked at her, smirking. “I bite.”

“Not hard, I imagine,” she retorted, her tone casual and affable. “You look like the type of guy that’s all bark and no bite.”

“All bark and no—yah—when were you born?” He pointed a firm finger at her, pushed it against her shoulder.

She looked at him, glanced at the finger, and removed it with such calm that Jaemin felt his blood boil. Jeno seemed to have realized Jaemin was close to doing something incredibly and stupidly impulsive because he tried to drag his roommate back to no avail. Jeno glanced over his shoulder, backed off, and disappeared from view. They barely registered that it was not the two of them.

“1998,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper.

“Bullshit.”

“Why would I lie about that?”

“To fuck with me.”

“Really?” She smiled. It was both beautiful and irritating. “Just you?”

Jaemin tilted his head to the side, pushed his tongue against his cheek.

“When were you born?” he asked again.

“I already told you.” She reached out and took his hand, shaking it. “Name’s Ryu. Born June 30th, 1998.” She let go of his hand and winked. “Let’s treat each other well, okay?”

“Bull—”

“Jaemin, Ryu,” said a familiar voice. “Is everything okay here?”

Ryu smiled a small smile and bowed. “Everything’s okay, Yuta-san.”

Jaemin didn’t have to turn to see Yuta nor did he have to guess who had brought him. He nodded and, without turning, said, “Yeah. Everything is okay, Yuta-san.”

Yuta stood between Jaemin and Ryu, smiling that friendly smile of his. Jaemin didn’t meet his gaze but he could tell his hyung was looking intently at him and that he no doubt had that disappointed glint in his eye.

“Drop the honorifics,” said Yuta, beaming at Ryu. “It’s too early for that.”

“If you say so.” Ryu shrugged one shoulder, slightly bowed, and turned to Jaemin. “See you when I see you, lanky.”

Lanky? Did she just—you cheeky shit, Jaemin thought. He feigned a smile and a chuckle, waving her off when she left. It took him a second to realize that it was now just him and Yuta. Great.

“You’re looking a little worked up there, Nana.” Yuta gently clapped him in the shoulder.

“I’m okay.”

Yuta shrugged. “If you say so,” he said, half-smiling. “You do know that it’s too early to get this worked up, right?”

Jaemin bit his tongue but before he could nod and come up with some lame answer, he heard himself say: “Is it? I hadn’t noticed.”

Yuta raised an eyebrow then smiled fully, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. He clapped Jaemin in the shoulder then nodded towards the cafeteria’s small line.

“Try your best to be kind,” Yuta advised in a gentle voice. His gaze was stern but not unkind. “Try your best to not be—”

“An asshole?”

Yuta’s eyes widened for a second. There wasn’t anger or disappointment or pity in them but heartache.

“You see yourself as an asshole?”

“Everyone else does. Why should I see myself any differently?”

Before Yuta could reply, Jaemin bowed and said he’d rather get in line before the banana milk he liked was gone.

HE SAW HER again in the rec room.

Ryu was playing dominoes with Pink Hair when he sat down with Jeno and pretended to be entertained by a bouncy ball—about the size of a tennis ball—he’d nicked off someone.

(Jaemin couldn’t remember who it was. He just knew he managed to get his hands on it and that was all that mattered.)

Whether Ryu was too focused on her game with Pink Hair to notice him or she was genuinely ignoring him, Jaemin couldn’t tell. After a while, he stopped caring. And with good reason—he fell asleep on the couch.

After what felt like hours, but had only been about twenty minutes, he woke up and noticed someone had left a note. They had stuffed it on the waistband of his sweatpants. He opened it and scoffed.

The note read:

you never told me when you were born

Jaemin thought about crushing it into a ball, tossing it aside, ripping it apart. He didn’t.

He gently closed it and stuffed it in his pocket.

RYU HAD BEEN admitted about three months prior.

Jaemin had seen her once or twice, but had never paid attention to her. And, sure, she was pretty and he had noticed, but he was more concerned with more important stuff. Like, say, getting away with sneaking porno mags and cigarettes and bouncy balls into the clinic. Granted, the smuggling wasn’t his job, but he helped to enable it.

So when she started saying hi and waving at him, he felt like she was onto something. She was too friendly, too enthusiastic, for Jaemin’s taste. He preferred it when people ignored him or gave him shit. At least that way he could play dumb or trade patter with them, hurling insults that would definitely shatter someone’s self-esteem and were occasionally played off as good fun.

The more she waved, the more she said hi, the more Jaemin grew irritated by her. He did his best to avoid her but about a week ago they were placed in the same therapy session. Ryu often sat two or three seats to his right and Jaemin could feel her staring.

For an entire week, he ignored her—her stares, her soft but enthusiastic greetings, her incessant waving—and felt he was doing a fine job of it until this morning.

What the fuck does she want?

That’s all he could think about as he aimlessly wandered around the clinic. He walked past the lobby, the cafeteria, and one of the outdoorsy areas—the one everyone referred to as the wee park—but found himself without a glimpse of Ryu.

After half an hour, Jaemin decided to call it a day and renew his nap.

Not in the rec room, though. That place reeked of neglect.

JAEMIN HAD BEEN admitted about two weeks prior to Ryu’s admission.

To no one’s surprise, he had issues. Which was a condescending way of saying he wasn’t in the best headspace. Ryu had asked around about why he’d been admitted but no one really had an answer. Every time someone asked him, Jaemin would answer differently and contradict himself. It seemed funny to him.

It wasn’t. On the contrary, it was genuinely frustrating because the staff couldn’t help him take the necessary steps to achieve some kind of positive progress. Ryu wanted to understand why he was such a pain in the ass and had tried time and time again to catch his attention. He ignored her—rudely, blatantly, every chance he got—and that only made it more intriguing for her.

“He’s handsome but he sure is mean,” mumbled Hendery, playing with his pink hair as he chewed on the biggest wad of chewing gum Ryu had ever seen. “He cussed at me just for looking at him.”

“Na Jaemin’s a sweetheart,” said Yuta one day as they—him and Ryu—cleaned the rec room. “But he has a mean streak.”

“Heard that before,” Ryu replied, nodding.

Yuta shrugged. “Dr. Choi mentioned it’s a coping mechanism.”

And maybe it was. Maybe he was just an asshole. Whatever the reason, whatever the motivation, Ryu gathered he wasn’t the easiest guy to be around. And yet . . . she felt some type of camaraderie with him. They no doubt came from different places, had lived different experiences, but she related to this impulse to put up a wall, a preemptive measure against anything that could hurt you.

Na Jaemin was no different.

Difference was that while he put on this snarky and confident façade, Ryu wore her emotions on her sleeve and kept her head held high even when she felt like crumbling. Being vulnerable didn’t equate to weakness in her mind. Vulnerability was acknowledging that every once in a while she might need a word of advice or a hug or simply someone beside her, sharing the silence when words failed.

Jaemin seemed to reject that idea. Ryu knew not because she had seen it but because she had sensed it. That and she had lived it. Once upon a time, she put a wall so high and thick that it took a lonely walk in the middle of the night and a stop by a bridge to make her reconsider her life and they way she was living it.

Whenever she remembered that night, Ryu remembered how cold it was. She remembered how angry, sad, and lonely she felt. There were days she wished she didn’t remember that cold night in Busan. And then there were days when she looked back and felt genuine relief that she had decided to step away from the ledge.

“The road to recovery is a long one,” Dr. Choi had told her, smiling softly. She was a woman in her thirties with a motherly aura. “Some days you’ll walk with your head held high. Others, you’ll stumble. And you know what? That’s okay.”

Ryu took these words to heart. She embraced them, keeping them in a little corner near her heart so that whenever she felt close to the edge, she was reminded she wasn’t alone and that she was capable of healing.

JAEMIN FOUND HER in the studio.

It obviously wasn’t really a studio, but it sort of functioned as one. Here, there were several instruments and the space to play them freely. The whole point of it was to release stress, learn something new, or otherwise just play for the sake of playing.

He was walking past the studio when he caught her silhouette through his periphery. Ryu was sitting on a small stool, plucking the shit out of a gayageum’s strings that had no place being there. The plucked zither was old but had been taken care of and Jaemin couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

Ryu wasn’t playing alone. She was jamming with—was that Yuta? Holy shit. It was. He sat behind a drum kit, jamming, eyes closed, a goofy smile spread across his face. Standing opposite Ryu was a tall, broad-shouldered guy with long brown hair tied in a man-bun; he was playing bass. They were caught up in the moment and unaware that they had an audience—inside and outside the studio—as they grooved to the funky groove of Dr. John’s Right Place, Wrong Time.

Jaemin smiled in sheer disbelief, unconsciously tapping his foot to the song’s beat. He realized that Ryu and Yuta were singing the chorus whereas the bassist was singing the song, putting on a gruff voice that didn’t match his appearance.

“Good shit, huh?”

“Oh, fuck off—” Jaemin gritted teeth, slowly turning to meet Moon Taeil, and immediately felt his face drop. Nervously, he cleared his throat. “Taeil-ssi.”

Taeil was looking forward, smirking. “Do you play?”

“That’s a very vague question.”

“Music.”

“What about it?”

Taeil sighed, a mixture of exasperation and amusement. He looked at Jaemin and tilted his head to the side, showing a smile that reached his eyes. He wasn’t mad or annoyed or disappointed; he was just looking at Jaemin with endearment in his gaze.

“You’re being deliberately dense, aren’t you?” he asked, calmly.

“No—” Jaemin blinked, then deflated. “Yeah.”

Taeil chuckled with a small nod. “So . . . do you play?”

“Piano,” he replied, “but I haven’t played in forever . . .”

“Shame. I heard you were a pretty good player.”

Jaemin raised an eyebrow, feeling a glare coming up. “Did my mother put you up to this?” he asked, doing his very best to sound even-tempered.

“What if she did?” Taeil shrugged.

“Yeah? Well, she’s the reason I no longer play the fuck—”

Taeil laid a hand on Jaemin’s shoulder, smiling ruefully. “I know,” he said in a low, understanding voice. “But it’s never too late to try again.”

Jaemin groaned, closed his eyes, and threw his head backwards. “Sure,” he grumbled, reluctantly nodding. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good to hear!” Taeil clapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t forget. Therapy session at—”

“3:30. Yup. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Taeil gave him a thumbs-up. He knocked on the studio’s wide window, nodded with a smile and a wave, then walked off without another word. All eyes were now on Jaemin—Ryu, Yuta, and Mr. Bass—and he desperately wished for the ground to open up and swallowed him whole. They had stopped playing, which meant the studio and the corridor had fallen silent. He awkwardly waved and cringed when Ryu met his gaze and waved back.

Yuta waved at him, motioning for Jaemin to join them in the studio, but was met with a stiff head shake from the youth. Jaemin opted for pointing at Ryu and motioning for her to meet him outside. She glanced at Yuta and Mr. Bass, shrugged, then joined Jaemin in the corridor.

“Whatcha think?” she asked, smiling.

Jaemin frowned. “About?”

“About us playing?”

“Oh, that. You were gre—okay. It was okay.”

“Just okay?” Ryu raised an eyebrow, curious.

“I mean the bassist is pretty damn good.”

Ryu looked at Mr. Bass. “Yeah, Johnny’s a hell of a player,” she agreed. “But what about Yuta-san and I?”

“Yeah, you were good—”

“I smell bullshit, but okay.”

Jaemin blinked at that. She had a mouth on her, didn’t she? Then again, he supposed, so did he. Instead of feeling irritated, he felt at ease; he couldn’t understand why. Ryu knocked on the studio’s window, mouthed that she was taking a break, and pointed at Jaemin.

“What was that about?”

Ryu blinked then shrugged. “Wanna go for a walk?”

“Walk—er—no—” Jaemin began to protest, but was yanked by his forearm away from the studio and into the God knew where. “What are you doing?”

“Dragging you away so that we can have a civil conversation.”

“Civil? I’m being kidnapped!” Jaemin grasped Ryu’s wrist and tried to squeeze it, but instead found himself on the ground, groaning and moaning. “Ouchwhatthefuck?”

Ryu put him on a hold by twisting his wrist and she was glaring daggers at him. It took her a second to realize what she was doing and immediately looked apologetic.

“It was—I didn’t mean to,” she whispered, sheepishly. “It was just—”

Jaemin raised a finger and looked at her intently. “If I come with you, promise me you won’t assault me,” he said, almost pleading.

She nodded, offering her pinkie. “Promise.”

“Okay—fuck—lead the way,” he said, offering his own pinkie to seal the deal.

THUD-A-POMP!

They were throwing the bouncy ball against a wall on the courtyard. They stood about six feet apart to not bump into each other when they moved to catch the ball.

Thud-A-Pomp!

Jaemin threw it. Ryu caught it.

Thud-A-Pomp!

Ryu threw it, glanced at Jaemin, and smiled at him when he caught it.

Thud-A-Pomp!

Jaemin threw it harder than usual, winced, and guffawed, rather impressed, when Ryu caught the ball without looking. To his surprise, she was staring at him.

“Something in your mind, dear?” he asked, smiling smugly.

“Loads of things, really,” said Ryu, throwing and catching the ball without breaking eye contact. “But nothing that I’d bother sharing.”

The smug expression disappeared from his face. He looked more confused than anything; he felt himself slipping and giving into irritation.

“I thought you wanted to have a civil conversation,” he grumbled, hands on his hip.

Ryu sniggered. “Yup.”

Thud-A-Pomp!

“Oh-kay,” Jaemin intoned, rolling his eyes. He caught the ball, gave it the once-over, then—thud-a-pomp!—threw it again. He sighed and cracked his neck, staring at the clear blue sky above them. “I was born in 2000.”

Thud-A-Pomp!

A wide, proud smile spread across Ryu’s face. She tapped her foot and nodded, tongue in cheek.

“So that makes me your noona, huh?”

Jaemin’s annoyance was palpable. “Aish,” he groaned. “I guess so.”

“I’m older,” she said, giddy to the point of dancing, “which means you must be respectful.”

He twirled the ball in mid-air, watched it return to his hand a resting bitch face. “Yeah, yeah, reverence and low bows and all that jazz.”

Ryu chuckled, though it wasn’t an amused sound. It was the sound of someone running empty on sympathy. When he looked at her, he saw that she was running her hand through her hand and pulling on the roots; it looked like a bad habit. She was staring at the ground, a frown disfiguring her beautiful features.

“You okay?”

She shook her head. “Nope,” she replied, calmly.

“Something in your—”

“Why are you here?”

Jaemin blinked, aghast. “Excuse me?”

“Honestly, why are you here? You seem like you’d rather be elsewhere.”

“It’s not like I had a choice!” he retorted, throwing the ball at her instead of bouncing it off the wall. “It’s not like I enjoy being here!”

“Seems like you really dig this place. Doing what you want. Talking to everyone and anyone without a filter.”

“If you got something to say, don’t mince words.” Jaemin crossed his hands. “Sugarcoating is a waste of time.”

Ryu nodded, raising both eyebrows. Her posture displayed that she wasn’t afraid of conflict or calling others out. It reminded Jaemin of Yuta and Taeil. She looked between the ball and the wall then hurled it with all of her might.

“You’re an asshole,” she finally said.

“I’m a—did you just call me an asshole?”

“You heard me right, Jaemin, so stop being coy.”

Jaemin squeezed the ball hard, felt its material giving in but not quite breaking. He looked away and feigned laughter. He wanted to throw the ball as hard as he could and watch it explode against the wall or the ground, but he disasuded himself from the idea when he simply dropped it to the ground. The small thump-thump it made was equal to the low thudding of his heart as he tried to calm himself down.

“Why are you here?” Jaemin threw Ryu’s question back at her.

“Depression,” she replied without a hint of embarrassment. “That and a bungled—” she paused, unsure if to use the word. “—incident.”

“Did you try to—”

She nodded, grimacing. “Yup.”

The question slipped out of his lips before he could reconsider asking it. But his tone wasn’t malicious or mocking; it was instead one of preoccupation and dread.

“How?”

“Leap of faith.” She motioned with someone walking on the edge of something then plunging into the depths below. “Or lack thereof.”

“Fuck,” he mumbled, then looked at her. “Why?”

“Why does anyone do anything really? You’re not in the best headspace when you’re close to . . .” Ryu trailed off with a small shrug. She noticed Jaemin looking at her differently. Not with pity, but with understanding. “My brother left to study abroad. My parents found themselves falling out of love. They divorce and were very open about how much they disliked each other. Things changed. The life I thought was almost perfect sort of—” she closed a fist and slowly opened it, making a sound akin to an explosion. “—imploded. Everything just went down the drain.”

Jaemin heard what she wasn’t saying—the desperation, the loneliness, the fear—and the wall he had worked so hard to put up and keep others away began to crack. The way she was looking at him showed him a person that had descended into rock bottom—not crashed like he had, but instead slowly found themselves in the depths of their own despair—and was finding their way back.

“Now,” she piped up, stirring him from his reverie, “why are you here?”

He shrugged, pouting. “Anger issues . . . depression . . . delusions of grandeur . . . stubbornness,” he replied, nonchalantly. “Take your pick ‘cause I don’t really know.”

She stared, said nothing, then picked the ball from the ground and—thud-a-pomp!—threw it.

“It’s never too late to start again, y’know? To try and better yourself.”

“Heard that before.” He scoffed.

“Don’t let it pass, Jaemin.”

A frown. “Don’t let what pass?”

“Life.”

“Life,” he repeated, as if the concept was foreign to him. “Easy to say, don’t you think?”

“Very fucking easy, yeah,” she admitted with a chuckle. “But nothing in life is easy. Progress requires work and time. Everything starts, y’know, way from within.”

He looked at her, gobsmacked. “You really are wise for your age,” he said, using aegyo. “Noona, teach me your ways.”

“Oh—” she threw the ball at him, “—fuck you!”

His laughter echoed in the courtyard, warming her heart.

Her smile was contagious, reminding him of what happiness was.

IN THE COMING weeks, these are the things that will occur:

Na Jaemin will make an effort to make progress and deal with his anger, and other unresolved but heavy emotional baggage. The wall, which had already cracked, will crumble and he’ll strive to be a better person. Even after leaving the clinic, he’ll visit the few friends he made; the people he promised to support.

Ryu finds that talking about her experience helps her strengthen her resolve. She helps those that have found themselves contemplating suicide; she supports them and secures resources for the clinic through her brother. She and Jaemin maintain contact. It will bloom into something wonderful.

Jeno will donate his manga collection to the clinic. Letting go is one of the things he learns. He and Jaemin become roommates. He’ll be exasperated for the next four years until he ultimately decides to live with his penpal, a Chinese lad with artistic aspirations.

Everything will eventually be well.

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Types of malewifes <NCT edition>

Johnny - Carries the kids in a baby backpack while buying groceries, makes dad jokes,ruins toy story for the kids and tells them that if they don’t do their chores santa won’t visit them, curses at the robot vacuum cleaner when it hits a wall

Jaehyun - Lets the kids braid his hair and paint his nails, attempting to understand kids, sings them to sleep, makes aesthetic youtube cooking videos, is a plant dad, runs with your lunch with his tits bouncing around like an anime girl

Doyoung - evil

Kun - dad who flashes their abs by accident during kids game

kuns's -

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pretty please ie please list out some malewife jaehyun traits

malewife jaehyun would always wear that stringy elastic hairband before getting straight to work. his hair would be pushed back revealing a slick forehead and his eyebrows are furrowed and nearly non-existent (since he just woke up and is still a little dreay-eyed.)

he dons a black shirt when performing his malewife duties, a nice old black t-shirt that is extra protected with a pretty flowery apron bought from daison. he slaps on the yellow rubber gloves and thinks for about two seconds about what he's going to do this morning.

the two seconds stretches into two minutes and now he's just daydreaming about going back to bed. however, he has a mission - and he would never let you down ever.

he grabs the vacumn cleaner and switches it on, hearing it roar to life with satisfaction. the loud brrring noise eventually simmers down to a gentle hum, and then samson the vacumn cleaner (he got it from a samsung store) as well as himself can now vibe in the same wavelength, cleaning up the dusty floors.

he inches the mouth of the vacumn at every nook and cranny, eager and already dreaming of making you smile and perhaps kiss him on the nose the moment you see how incredibly spotless the house is. he's desperate for the attention, therefore he will do his best.

what should he do next now? jeffery looks at the clock, at its now only 8:00AM on a lazy saturday morning. you'd usually wake up around 9:00AM, so he still had an hour before breakfast. he decided to wipe the cabinets and dress drawers next, he remembered you complaining about how dusty they were too.

armed with a damp rag, he runs the cloth all over various surfaces - the television screen, the coffee table, the tiny table meant to impress guests and even your precious wooden bookshelf. he carefully collects the dust bunnies with the wet fabric and dunks them into a container of water, squeezing it dry after every dip.

he feels proud of his effort, and mindlessly wiped his brow. time for breakfast.

he peels of the gloves and the untied the strings of the apron, donning on a black chef's one instead (you insisted on looking like a masterchef applicant). he starts poking in the fridge for some vegetables and ham - planning on making a delicious breakfast sandwich for his lover.

crack — went the eggs. jaehyun began whisking them in a bowl with his tiny whisk, the two metals clanging against one another as the eggs dissolved into a congealed liquid. he sets the bowl aside and starts chopping some veggies - spinach, chives and a little shallot as well. he tossed them into the bowl together with some checkered ham, and mixed throughly for five minutes.

"am i doing this right?" he murmurs to himself as he heats the oil in a teflon pan, spreading it around with a metal spoon. slowly, he poured the eggs into the crackling fat - hearing the sizzle of eggs frying as he slowly realises he may have put in too much oil.

"damn -" he cursed under his breath as he attempted to shield himself from the spluttering hot oil, standing at a distance with an occasional jump as a speckle of liquid lands on his hairy skin. it doesn't matter though, he would suffer through this for you. oh god he hopes he's cooking it right.

he lowers the temperature after five minutes as soon as the sides started firming, and he held his breath as he flipped the omelette as best as he could.

it broke.

his eyes threatened to burn, but jaehyun bit his lip. its okay, he'd just shove the broken bits and make it into a lovely-looking sandwich. it's not the outside that matters, but the insde that counts, right?

wait he said that wrong.

"OW!" jaehyun yelped as a huge drop of oil bursts his skin like a little demon, and an angry red dot flared up on his milky-white arm. he lets a singular tear run down his cheek as he takesna hello-kitty plaster (also from daison) and pasted it right on the area.

the eggs were finally done, and he toasted two slices of bread and thickly slathered over some golden butter, watching it melt right in the toast. he added one layer of cheese, and some of yesterday's chicken he had heated up in the microwave. along goes a shred of lettuce, and finally four pieces of the broken omellette, pieced up together and topped off with another slice of buttered toast.

"wow," jeffery was admiring his artwork, and a tiny sense of pride begin creeping right up to him as he watches his amazing breakfast sandwich. he couldn't wait for you to try it.

he washes his hands and grabs his cellphone, taking pictures of the sandwich from different angles - planning to keep it in his gallery storage so that he could look at this accomplishment whenever he feels sad. he wanted to draw a smiley face with ketchup on top, but feared that might be too unprofessional. you definitely wouldn't eat it if he does that.

"jae?"

he turns to see your beautiful face, and magnificent crusty morning hair as you yawned at the entrance of the kitchen - eyes droopy and tired. your nose was twitching however, aha! you must have sensed some great food! :)

"morning, gorgeous—come and eat." he smiles and he hears you chuckle, wiping the sleep from your eyes. "what's with the hairband grandma?" you teased as you sat on the chair he pulled out for you, eyes eager and needy like a desperate puppy.

"nothing much haha, i wanted to help you clean today," he says softly, as if embarassed yet expecting of a little praise from the tone of his voice. your heart crumbled as you realised that's why the vacumn cleaner was out in the open, and why your wooden cabinets were soaking and dripping wet when you walked down the stairs.

"oh, jae—really?" you smiled at him, still soft over the fact he tried helping you clean the house. "and you even made me breakfast?"

"yeah, try it!" he grinned like a child, and you chuckled as your eyes strayed to the mess beside the sink - and a singular metal spoon resting on your precious teflon pan.

god have mercy.

you took a huge bite, and chewed for a few seconds.

the bread was nice, the lettuce added a refreshing crunch and the chicken you made last night tasted just the same. except something was wrong, something was very wrong with the eggs.

"do you like it?" he smiled, and your lips stretched as you nodded. "i love it, its really good!" you say while chewing, and he kisses your forehead - already happy as a lark.

he forgot to add the salt, but you persisted like a madman - chewing your way through a tasteless mess, cursing heavens as to why he had to put so much egg in your breakfast sandwich. then your thoughts strayed to the mess at the kitchen, as well as your beloved cabinets wet and dripping with water, dirtiying the floors with damp dust.

you looked at your husband, docilely staring at his phone and realised chores were never meant for him at all. yet, a warm feeling washes over your heart as you realise he's making an effort to help you relax - despite messing up a little (a lot) here and there.

its no biggie, you would make him clean up with you, and for dinner you'd teach him how to make the perfect omelette. your schedule for Saturday is officially full.

"he needs a little practice, then he'd be the perfect malewife." you mutter to yourself as you finish the last bit of your sandwich thankfully. meanwhile jaehyun picks up a fork and stabs the some of the egg onto the metal prongs....

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library looks

✩‌ renjun x reader | fluff | established relationship | college au | 0.5K

SUMMARY | in which renjun keeps staring at your lips during a study session in the library. WARNINGS | some tension near the end, no kissing actually happens, none really RATING | teen+ PROMPT | A notices B staring at their lips and they tell them “If ya wanna kiss all you have to do is ask,” and B is like, “Oh, no, sorry, I just really like the color of your lipstick… But I mean, a kiss would be a nice way to share it!” TAGLIST | @infnteen​

Since there aren’t anymore classes running this late in the afternoon, everyone in the library is overall still, frozen in time like a painting.

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⌗ 𝙋𝙀𝘼𝘾𝙀 𝙄𝙎 𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉...

⭒𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙠 decides to come home a little earlier than most times to ask for a small favor: him laying his head on your lap so that you can run your fingers through his hair to lull him to sleep, his muscles aching all over as you pat his arms in a languid rhythm.

⭒𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙣 takes your hand and pulls you out of the apartment for a quiet walk through the park. he doesn't say anything and neither do you— there was simply nothing to be said, other than a simple 'i love you' through the way your hands fit right into each other's.

⭒𝙟𝙚𝙣𝙤 takes a napkin to dab away the beads of sweat rolling down your temple as you both struggle to push the large sofa up the stairs, not needing to say anything, but only to feel the way this house of yours seemed to fill up with joy at the mere thought of the fact that you were now living together.

⭒𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣 leans his weight on your back to wrap his arms around your middle, whining inaudibly and pulling you away from the counter to lead you back to the bed, not seeing the point in having breakfast on a Sunday when instead, you could be sleeping in each others' arms.

⭒𝙟𝙖𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣 holds your face within his palms to press butterfly kisses all over your face, starting with the tip of your nose, both eyelids, cheeks, forehead, and finally your lips. soft and tender, he swipes the pads of his thumb against your skin, adoring the way you look into his eyes, reminded that you were his and he was yours.

⭒𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙚 pushes you by your back to speed up the momentum of the swing, the corners of his eyes dipping into familiar crescents, watching the way you close your eyes to bask in the cool breeze as you reach higher and higher with his efforts, free.

⭒𝙟𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜 flicks your forehead lightly, inducing a groan of mild irritation from you as you start yet another round of 'rock, paper & scissors' to waste some time doing nothing, the sound of the fan drawling in the summer heat, providing you with white noise. he winces as you tap his forehead— an exaggeration, he knows— as you cry in triumph.

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계절: OUR YOUTH;

four seasons, four stories, four boys, four girls. the beauty of youth and the whirlwind that comes with it. please, remember our youth.

now playing … my youth by nct dream.

❛ spring, the time for growth. ❜

01. RENJUN ft. EUN BOMYI. once an aspiring actress, eun bomyi is now a hardworking intern at a popular magazine company. desperate to prove her worthiness and secure a permanent spot, bomyi decides to take on the challenge of interviewing huang renjun—a renowned painter who’s notorious for never accepting interviews. but there’s a catch: she’s advantaged, and is confident he’ll accept. after all, there’s nothing wrong with using old connections, right?

bom [봄] means spring.

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❛ summer, happiness reincarnated. ❜

02. JENO ft. HAN YEOREUM. han yeoreum has never felt true happiness before. ever since her sister’s suicide, yeoreum feels as if she must shoulder the burden of two children and work twice as hard in place of her sister’s absence. day and night, her nose is always seen buried in a book. but yeoreum’s repetitive life is soon to change at the anticipated return of lee jeno—the resident devil who’s got a kink for ruining anything and everything happy.

yeo-reum [여름] means summer.

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❛ autumn, to new beginnings. ❜

03. DONGHYUCK ft. JUNG GAEUL. feelings are rather hard to forget, and both jung gaeul and lee donghyuck learn that the hard way. while she struggles to overcome a heartbreak from years ago, he’s betrayed as the father he looks up to leads him to a dead end. peace is limited, privacy often invaded by exhausting thoughts. when gaeul and donghyuck are at their worst, they meet; a coincidental rendezvous that multiplies over the weeks.

ga-eul [가을] means autumn.

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❛ winter, when everything ends. ❜

04. JAEMIN ft. LEE GYEOUL. love is a foreign, and simultaneously, frightening subject to lee gyeoul. despite never experiencing heartbreak or the likes before, she finds it difficult to understand the concept of love. insert na jaemin—a lady killer who’s never seen interacting with any women. after gyeoul discovers his unrequited love, the two find themselves in a rather strange contract: peers acting lovey-dovey in a fake relationship.

gyeo-ul [겨울] means winter.

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message hi, this is august! i just wanted to say — i am super excited for this series, unlike ever before. i will be pouring my very own self and insecurities into the characters, projecting off my own experiences. all fics are x oc because they are bound to interact!

the series is inspired by seasons of blossom, a korean webtoon by hongduck and nemone!

please comment or send an ask if you’d like to be included in the taglist!

i hope you enjoy the series <3

COPYRIGHT © AUGUST 2021.

BANNERS CREATED BY ME. CREDITS TO THE ORIGINAL ARTISTS OF THE ART USED IN THE FIVE BANNERS. YOU CAN CHECK OUT MY MAIN MASTERLIST IF YOU’D LIKE!

[notnctu]

forever | PREVIEW

❀ slytherin!doyoung x hufflepuff!femreader ❀ genre - slow burn, angst, fluff ❀ details - hogwarts!au, exes to lovers!au, ft. boyfriend!jaehyun ❀ teaser word count - 849 ❀ expected word count - 8k - 10k+? ❀ warnings - explicit language, possible violence? ❀ synopsis - in which an ambitious slytherin and a loyal hufflepuff find their way back to a forever love.

❝ I’ll love you forever, Doyoung.❞

❝ You will?❞

❝ Yes, that’s the problem.❞ ❀ a/n - this will be the PART 2 to PUSH & PULL. This is also written in part of @danishmiilk​​’s OF WITHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY COLLAB. this will be written as a standalone fic, so you don’t have to read the previous parts but the characterization and relationships are all the same. also if you recognize the quotes:)) its from the uk tv show skins and is very popular on tiktok LOL i was also listening to bridgerton’s thank u, next when writing this scene hehe

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The frosted evergreen trees stand at the front of the Great Hall. Snow drifts down from the ceiling in falling white specks of glitter. It’s almost unrecognizable, how astonishingly well decorated it is for the Yule Ball. Intricate glass carved sculptures sit beautifully as center pieces on large clear round tables.

Dazzling floating icicles frame the tips of the front mantle, replacing the usual floating candles that lit the room. Winter graces every corner of the room in the most elegant way, just breathtaking at how bright and white the atmosphere has become.

Doyoung refused to look your way the entire night, knowing very well you’re incomparable to the beautiful decorations. You have always been the centerpiece, without even trying. He avoided every possible glance on the dance floor during the tournament champions’ first dance.

Despite every effort, he still sees you in the midst of the heavy crowds. Doyoung chokes up at the sight of you. Your hair is nicely made to frame your features, the soft glow that kisses your skin, and simply how beautiful you look in your gown are all the ways that make his knees weak. Some passing peers may have noticed tiny stars in his pupils, but they must understand that the pure feeling that comes from looking at you is more than he can explain.

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The Promiscuity Papers ; Ep 1: The Kissing Booth Boy

Pairing: Mark Lee x reader

Themes: college! au, best friends to lovers, best friend! mark lee, journallist! Huang Renjun, romcom, fuckgirl! reader, suggestive, kissing, etc, angst, crack, fluff

Warnings: swearing, kissing, food, mentions of sex, mentions of one night stands

Wc: 3k

Summary: A gossip column reveals an ongoing web of people and lies, as our group of students struggle to find love and happiness​

Taglist: @danishmiilk @channoticedmeuwu @chicksung @1-800-seo @blueprint-han @jenosslut @cupidluvstarrz @kkakkdugi @sweetlyjaem@leetaeyonglover @kunrengui @unknown5tar @kisshim @intokook @mrkcore @coco-riki @kiri-ah @oifelixcmerebrou @radiorenjun @00solarsmiles @koishua​ @jenoleemonade​ @byutafy @jisungiest

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Authors Note: My first series! This is the first episode of TPP and I’m so excited for it! Thank you to @peach-custard-pie​ for helping me plan and execute this series, and I hope you enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated ;)

MASTERLIST | NEXT EPISODE

All was well and good at the Generic University (or GNU, for short) except in the student editor’s office, where a happy (questionably) couple was having a little argument.

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[phantombywayv]

violent ends 

detective winwin x private investigator reader

1920′s shanghai noir, mafia au

words: 2.6k

content warnings: violence, alcohol

Sicheng makes your chest ache. You think you could drown in him, breathing in the scent of wool and leather until your lungs burst and you sink, sink endlessly into the night.

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[yakultyukhei]

star treatment by @dhoya

drowning in the newfound sorrows of extraterrestrial stardom, actor jung jaehyun meets with an old friend for a few drinks.

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☆ₓ˚. ୭ ˚━━ THE PLAN

jaehyun didn't particularly enjoy arguing with you.

he thinks its annoying and childish—and knows you find it the same way, but this time however; it was different.

entirely different because he was unfortunately the partner clearly at fault, and you didn't feel like forgiving him just yet.

silently, jaehyun cursed heavens for stupidly throwing away your old books before consulting the owner first—he already apologised several times over amd over, yet you still acted indifferent to him, and rightfully so. jaehyun chews his bottom lip, deep in thought.

desperate moments call for desperate measures, isn't that right?

he furrows his eyebrows as he walks into the shared bedroom, fingers already numb. his heart was pounding like a thunderous drum as he grabs the AC control with his hand—hurriedly pushing the down button while looking up every two seconds in fear. once the screen of the control shows a "16°C", he lets out a satisfied smile as puts it back in its place, dimples digging holes underneath his cheeks as he leaves the room.

night rolls by, and you climbed underneath the white sheets.

"goodnight," jaehyun murmurs, and you ignore your poor boyfriend—turning to sleep at the other side of the bed. god, i hope it works—he thinks pitifully to himself before closing his eyes as well, toes twitching underneath the heavy comforter.

jaehyun felt like he was floating, floating away in a dream—when suddenly his arm was shaken timidly : once, twice, and at the third time his eyes burst wide open.

"(y/n), baby, you okay?" he says sleepily—his baritone voice laced with tiredness. you didn't say a word and snuggled deep in his chest, pulling the comforter right over the lump of your entwinned bodies.

"its cold tonight," you complained softly—and jaehyun's eyes widened like dish saucers as he tries to hold back a triumphant grin. "oh, really?" valiantly, he fought to appear sympathetic and surprised, but you can't deny the excitement in his voice as he hugged you a little tighter. "i'm sorry baby—" he trails off, but you cut him half way.

"sorry for giving away my books, or for reducing the aircond's temperature?"

oh shit.

you looked up, your eyes faint, lifeless and still very much accusing. jaehyun looked back like he was about to cry.

"uh—you knew?"

your lips were pursed in a straight line, and jaehyun felt like melting into a puddle. his arms were still wrapped all over you, and he wasn't sure if you wanted him to let go.

"i—i'm sorry for both, (y/n)," he says meekly, looking at his shirt. "it was stupid, really fucking stupid and i'm sorry."

you let the silence hang for a moment, taking in his guilty expression as your lips begged to give out for a laugh. "jaehyun, baby—" you heaved at last, giggling as you cupped his cheeks in your chilled hands. "god, why—" you kissed his precious face, attacking his forehead, mouth and nose while your boyfriend laid there roasting in his own heat—his heart already leaping with absolute joy.

"you're not mad about those books anymore?" he asks as you pull away, and you let out a huff. "of course i'm still mad about it, but—" your voice softens, and you begin stroking his head.

"—i love you for trying to plot something like this. its funny, and a really dumb idea to be honest."

jaehyun smiles back, his fingers already hardening against your hips. "A+ for effort then?" he grins, and you nod. "A++ for effort," you say, and he dives in for your neck—butterflies raging up in his chest at the sound of your muffled squeals.

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PAIRING : jung jaehyun X gn!reader | GENRE : fluff | W/C : >0.5k | AU : boyfriend | TW : —

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still in love | nakamoto yuta

pairing: yuta x reader genre: angst, fluff, exes to something more warnings: alcohol consumption, mild language word count: 2.2k song: still in love - jahkoy

for @hyuckdove​ thank you so much for requesting, sukie! i hope you enjoy it~

Friday night. Another night spent in your sweatpants on the hand-me-down couch in your small studio apartment. The city lights filter in through the windows, illuminating you from the side as the flashing of another Netflix show plays on in front of you–a show that you have seen before and definitely were not paying any attention to now. 

Instead you find yourself swiping through dating apps, staring blank-faced into the eyes of boy after boy without anything even remotely close to interest stirring your thoughts or your heart. 

Another gym selfie, another picture posing with a dog that probably was not theirs, a group photo with no indication as to which bleary-eyed goon was the owner of the profile. Swipe left, swipe left, swipe left, block. A buffet of options with nothing even remotely appealing on offer. 

Just as you move your thumb to close the tab your eyes land on a face smiling at you through your screen and you feel your heart lurch to a stop in your chest. 

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resonance hotel & casino | one point perspective

2/11 of Resonance Hotel & Casino | m.list

cast: wong kunhang/hendery, wong yukhei/lucas as university students in space. cameos from yanghyuck as part-time taqueria workers. 

synopsis: “I’m gonna run for government man, and I’ll call myself President Hendery of the Free Galaxy.” Lucas would understand if the person saying this was a political science student buried deep in the pages of revolutionary literature. However, this was his best friend, stuffing an abomination of “burittacos” in his mouth. Of course, he can’t say much for himself either, for he too had a list of shenanigans that would make him unfit for parliament—such as the time he danced in nothing but his underpants at the lobby of the very hotel that served their go-to lunchtime tacos. 

genre: sci-fi, slice of life, comedy, platonic friendship

wc: 8.5k

cw: profanity, my failed attempts at being funny and “smart”, very dialogue heavy, might be ooc for hen and xuxi since they’re often characterized as himbos

a/n: 2/11 of RH&C is out! this was honestly so fun to write as a pol-sci major! idk man i love talking about history and revolutions, so i apologize if some of the political theory can be too exhausting to digest! also, the reader is not in this fic. i repeat, the reader is absent in this fic. 

copyright disclaimer: © dhoya. please do not repost, copy, or translate any of my works.

taglist open!: @en-see-tee​ //

“Fuck the government. I mean it.”

It took all the strength that Lucas had to prevent himself from dropping the chicken burrito in his hands. The lukewarm heat that seeped through the shiny aluminum foil permeated his palms, giving him a surefire sign that he was still alive in this world. 

Lucas wasn’t always philosophical—or political, for that matter. In fact, it was just now that he began to ponder why he referred to himself via his other name. 

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[yakultyukhei]

I'm a terrible reader so this is so long overdue, but I just have to rave about it. I think you know this already Viv, but there is never a time I read one of your works and not come out of it in absolute awe. Despite the absence of the reader/protag in the fic, I think I enjoyed it even more because of that. Okay, so:

1. Hendery and Lucas’ characterisation

I know you mentioned how you wrote them ‘ooc’ and–at least compared to how others have written for them–you certainly did. But that’s exactly why I adored their characters. I loved their dynamic so much. Both of them felt fleshed out despite such a limited word count, each with their own motivations. One thing I really found myself admiring is how… in tune (?) your characters are. I don’t think that’s the right word but I can’t come up with anything better hsghd. Basically, they felt like real people. The choices and words they used perfectly matched the personalities they had. Good writers know their characters–it’s always like they’ve plucked a real,  multi-faceted person and plastered them onto the page–and you’ve absolutely mastered that skill.

2. The worldbuilding

I already mentioned this with the first installation, but this fic was even richer, especially since there was such an emphasis regarding the political climate. I kept wanting to know more and more about HenCas’ world. I really enjoyed the technological creations. They were nice little touches which further fleshed out the world’s tech development. From the mind reading contraption, the cubed lecture notes (GOD, I’d love that), and the trash collector. My favourite was definitely the little puppy. That’d be so cute omg

3. Intergalactic politics

GOD, please keep talking about space politics. It was so fun to read, WOW. Though I don’t know much about politics, I was totally enraptured by Lucas and Hendery’s conversation. I could really see your passion for pol-sci/history bleed through into the fic. I really liked how you tied in what was happening with actual occurrences from the past. Even with my scant knowledge on history, it absolutely made the fic easier to comprehend.

4. College existentialism

Even though I’m not even in college, Lucas’ worries really resonated with me. They packed a heavy punch when mentioned, without being too overdone, and I could really feel the dread/uncertainty in the words you used. Hendery’s advice not only helped Lucas, it helped me out a little too. So, looks like I didn’t just come out of this experience in awe of your talent, but also with some stellar life advice. I’d expect nothing less from you, queen OTL

5. Funny

I don’t have anything to say here except that you definitely succeeded in being both smart and funny. You should’ve seen how many grins I cracked while reading this.

Okay, hold on, let me just, stand from my seat. Alright, here we go, the standing ovation this fic–and your writing in general–deserves: 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏 This review is incredibly messy, but in conclusion, Good writing me likey. Thank you for posting this, Viv. I’m going to go burn this into my retinas now <3 Mwah <3

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a littlepiece | lee jeno

characters: lee jeno genre: angst, horror, supernatural warnings: character death word count: 1.5k song: a littlepiece - neverending white lights

from my disconnected series: goodbye friends of the heavenly bodies

When Jeno was sent to the island he was sent with a warning. 

Don’t listen to the sea. 

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return our lives | johnny suh

pairing: johnny x reader genre: angst, ghost au/time loop warnings: character death, war, blood word count: 1.3k song: return our lives - neverending white lights

from my disconnected series: goodbye friends of the heavenly bodies​

“Mail’s here boys,” the sergeant calls out from atop the trench, tossing a green canvas sack down into the mess of mud and boots. Johnny stirs from his spot on the hard wooden bench, stretching out his sore legs before standing up and walking over to where the soldiers had started handing distributing the letters and packages. 

“Suh,” the private clutching the mailbag calls out. Johnny plucks the letter from his outstretched hand with a friendly nod and makes his way back to his seat against the dirt wall. He tries in vain to wipe some of the mud free from his hands, fear of marring the beautiful script inked over the front of the envelope twitching in the tips of his fingers, but the letter is already marked with dirt from it’s journey across ocean and field so he abandons the endeavour with a sigh. 

With a glance around him, taking in the sight of his fellow soldiers smoking and pouring over their own treasures from home, he inhales deeply. The scent of dirt and blood fill his lungs, grounding him in the moment. He exhales–intentionally. Clearing his mind before returning his attention to your name scrawled so elegantly over the once cream coloured paper. 

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[wh6res]

THE NEO BOYS AND ANNOYING BF TINGS

✰ — puts their feet near your face or puts his big toe in your nostrils especially when you're asleep

JOHNNY : ten : HENDERY : haechan : SUNGCHAN : chenle

✰ — takes a shit while you're showering

MARK : chenle : yangyang : YUTA : jaehyun : LUCAS

✰ — farts in your face

yuta : MARK : hendery : haechan

✰ — steals your clean clothes while you're showering so now you have you to get outta the shower in a towel even if its freezing

taeil : JAEHYUN : lucas : haechan : yuta : hendery

✰ — (if you're a shortie) putting all the necessities at the top shelf

JOHNNY : jungwoo : jaehyun : LUCAS : jisung : DOYOUNG

✰ — did the laundry but didnt separate the whites and colored ones wtf leave him???

TEN : taeil : mark : jeno : yangyang

✰ — making unnecessary side comments in sad parts of the movie to ruin the mood

RENJUN : YUTA : haechan : HENDERY : jaemin : johnny

✰ — uses your towel after showering bc he forgot to bring it into the bathroom with him beforehand

taeyong : LUCAS : hendery : jaehyun : taeil : xiaojun

✰ — finishes the ice cream :<<<<<< and pretends he didn't do it on purpose

jisung : SUNGCHAN : kun : xiaojun : taeil : WINWIN

✰ — leaves the dishes in the morning bc hE dOesNt hAvE tImE bc his ass gOnNA bE lAtE

mark : chenle : JISUNG : YUTA : jaehyun : lucas

✰ — leaves his smelly socks everywhere 🤠 bitch?

jaemin : JENO : haechan : mark : JAEHYUN : lucas

✰ — pulling at your ponytail to make it loose

JOHNNY : ten : winwin : SHOTARO : xiaojun

✰ — will purposely make you angry

HAECHAN : ten : yuta : JOHNNY : RENJUN

✰ — hoards the blanket and kicks you off the bed

renjun : jisung : JAEMIN : ten

✰ — probably steals coins and extra change in your wallet so you wont notice hunny this aint it

lucas : CHENLE : winwin : yangyang : haechan

✰ — drinks out of the pitcher of water bc he lazy to get his own glass

JENO : sungchan : lucas : yangyang

✉️ » again babes hc reqs are open !! :'>

[itsapapisongo]

MAVERICK LUCK

Teaser | NCT!Western

Pairing: YuJae* | JohnTen* | TenDery* | XiaoYang* | NoMin*

Genre: Western | Action-Adventure | Comedy | Non-Idol AU

Word Count: 952

Warnings: Allusions to alcoholism and suicide, ethnic slurs, gallows humor, nudity, profanity, sequences of strong violence throughout, and smoking.

Summary: John Suh is not only a gambling gunslinger but a wanted man in several counties for swindling more fools that he can count. But when a big bad ensemble—all of them wanting his head for past grievances—pursue him, John reluctantly joins forces with a gang of wholesome crossdressers and the worst tailor in the county to save his own skin and keep a small town out of trouble.

Notes: * Platonic | Inspired by my love of Westerns—special shout out to Silverado (1985), Maverick (1994), The Good, The Bad, The Weird (2008), and The Magnificent Seven (2016)—and my growing obsession for Johnny, for which I blame @127-mile​. I love you, Émi.

Tag-List: @neonun-au​ | @serendipitywrites​ | If you’re interested in being added to the tag-list, let me know.

It starts like this: with a man about to hang in the middle of Butt-Fuck, Nowhere.

The man—a young man, at that—muses about how shitty his week has been. 

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