Haechan's Eyebrow Slit

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[yangyeet]

Precious Moments

TW: alcohol

[3:48] “I like you a lot. Just thought you should know.” Even though you were slightly tipsy and slurring your words, Kun seemed to understand you just fine. He was holding a half-finished bottle of beer (since he couldn’t handle soju like you could), taking tiny sips while watching with amusement as you stumbled near him.

You had both been celebrating the end of the recording for WayV’s new album. Deciding to let loose for the night in your apartment, away from the other boys, you invited him over for some alone time. Kun was glad to be with you and have some fun without having to worry about his public image. In fact, it was very easy to tell how much he’d missed you.

He had spent the first part of the night serenading you with one of the softer ballads his group had composed. As you listened to the song, it became more apparent that the lyrics were about you. Sweet promises of love were laced into the song and you could tell that Kun had taken part in the composition and writing - as expected of your multi-talented boyfriend.

After impressing you with his singing (as always), he put on a slow-music playlist and slow-danced with you even though he’d been on his feet all day long, practicing from early dusk to dawn. 

You made sure to surprise him with some of your own moves and put on a show of your own, pushing him down on the sofa in your living room to flaunt your hidden dance skills. Kun was enjoying the show so much that he jumped up as soon as the song ended to kiss you. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, but quickly realized that there were a few things missing from the celebration. A couple of pecks and lots of giggling passed before you were able to grab the absent pieces - a bottle of sweet soju, beer, and a deck of Uno. He was more conservative in his drinking and you were too, but a couple of rounds of ‘drunk uno’ changed your minds quickly.

Kun had a higher tolerance to the milder drink and also (unfortunately) was the master of card games. He’d overpowered you quite quickly and resorted to ending the game to prevent a hangover the next day. 

“Ahhh okay. You’ve had too much to drink.” Leaning over, he attempted to take the bottle from you, but you were too stubborn to give in. 

“But you’re finally back,” you whined, using the bottle as a make-shift microphone. Being an idol caused him to be away so often that the longing inside you had finally reached its peak. You wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, willing the alcohol to keep you up just a little longer so you could be with him before he had to leave in the morning, but you had reached your limit.

Knowing that Kun was right, you placed the drink on the table and leaped onto the couch to cuddle him. “Fine, but I want to spend more time with you.”

If you were fully sober, you would’ve noticed the way that his eyes glazed over and how he rapidly blinked his eyes to wash away a few unwanted teardrops as he watched your figure snuggling into his side. “I know...I feel that too.” He sighed and gazed over at the ticking clock in front. It was getting pretty late and he knew that you usually didn’t stay up this late unless he had an extended recording session. Even then, you’d be rubbing the sleep out of your eyes to hug and give him the largest smile you could muster. 

Kun found himself realizing again just how much he valued you. Every little thing you did for him, whether it was waking up early to make him a five-star breakfast before a stage, giving him small gifts during his foreign trips so he’d have something to remind him of you, or waiting for him regardless of how late he’d be, made him realize how lucky he was to have you. It was about time for him to repay you for everything. 

But as he glanced down to tell you his heart-felt confession, he saw your heavy-lidded eyes closing from much-needed rest. 

He picked you up princess-style and carried you to the bedroom. “Alright, love. Tomorrow morning...or rather today in a few hours, I promise it’ll be about us, only us, and I’ll be here for the rest of the week.”

You looked at him through your sleepy eyes, excited to hear that he’d stay with you longer. “Pinky promise?”

Kun chuckled. “Pinky promise and swear on my life.” He gently placed you down on the bed and pulled the covers over you before walking over to his side and spooning you. “But for now, goodnight.”

You settled yourself closer to him and pulled his arms around you. “G’night, my prince.” 

[yangyeet]

Strange Sandwich

[9:38] “You have horrible taste in sandwiches,” you complained. 

Hendery didn’t look phased as he shoved his concoction in his mouth. “Whafkt do you meakhjn?” The oozing cheese did nothing to help you feel better at his choice in filling.

The so-called-sandwich in his hand was composed of a variety of snacks you’d never choose to add, even if you were given a million bucks. Lying between two pieces of toasted bread were cheetos, potato chips, some M&Ms, and cheese. Overall, you’d give a rating of -0/10 if you could. This was officially one of the worst things he had ever attempted to pull off, only second to the time he shaved Louis’ fur off with Yangyang. That was an unforgettable experience and Ten had chased them around the dorm for hours. The memory made you laugh a little and you saw your boyfriend giving you a pout. 

“Come on, it really isn’t that bad.” His eyebrows were turned inward and he looked like he was suffering. He came closer to you and offered the food to you. You tried to refuse him, but he didn’t look like he was going to take no for an answer. 

Giving in, you took a tentative bite from the sandwich and strangely found yourself liking it. The sweet and salty combo wasn’t that horrible and combined rather well. 

“It’s good, isn’t it?” Hendery was showing you his classic smile, using his other hand to sweep his hair back dramatically. 

You scoffed. It was good, but you wouldn’t admit that outloud - your ego wouldn’t let you. So you grabbed his wrist and moved the sandwich to your mouth. 

He let out a small victory cheer and kissed your cheek. “See, I knew it was gonna be amazing. Anything I make is tasty and you know it.”

Rolling your eyes, you swallowed the piece and grabbed his shoulders. “I agree. But you know what else is tasty?” He shook his head innocently and you held back a chuckle. “First, put it down on the table.” 

Eagerly, he followed your order and stood in front of you patiently. “Done.”

“Close your eyes?” 

“This is getting suspicious.” 

“Trust me,” you replied, moving closer to him. You gave him a small peck on the lips and he grabbed your waist so you wouldn’t back away. His lips turned upward as he smiled widely, unable to hide how happy he was in the moment.

You both stood there for a couple of minutes, kissing sweetly in each others’ embrace until a cough caused the two of you to jump. 

Yangyang stood at the threshold of the kitchen with the biggest smirk. “Damn, boy you got moves. I came in here to get a sandwich, but if you need time alone...”

Hendery puffed his chest out and put on his best chef voice from Ratatouille. “My princess, I’ll be back. One sandwich coming right up!”

You hit him lightly and watched as he went back to the counter to create another one of his exquisite cuisines. It wouldn’t hurt to steal his recipe, after all.  

[yangyeet]

Labeling A Relationship is Hard

Pairing: Donghyuck x Mark x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: uhh threesome-ish, SWS (okay i didn’t know this was an acronym but it’s smut with substance), also humor

Word Count: 6.0k 

Requested: Yes! (Hope it’s good angel 💚)

If you’d gone back five years to tell yourself about the situation you were caught in, there was a good chance you would’ve shrugged your shoulders and called the cops. But now that you were in it, you were sure you would be very happy and hollering in joy.

It all started off when you met Mark Lee, the picture-perfect Canadian transfer student, who’d joined your middle school halfway through the year. He had stumbled into the room with an awkward half-step and a small chuckle. The nervous boy had introduced himself so enthusiastically, he ended up banging his head on the teacher’s desk when bowing. This caused the teacher to sigh and instruct you, as the star student, to take care of him for the day. 

You could still remember the way he hid the tears in his eyes, refusing to cry and smiling instead as you led him to the nurses office. 

“I’m Mark,” he said to you, rubbing his hands together and staring at you with his teary doe eyes. 

Of course you remembered his name from his unforgettable introduction earlier. “I know,” you had quirked, watching as he laughed shyly. “I’m (y/n), by the way. You have a nice voice.” The blunt compliment had slipped out of your mouth, leaving you blushing. He did have a really nice voice at the time, kind of high-pitched, but still sweet. 

“Ah, haha, really?” Cue a voice crack and another giggle. “I don’t know about that, but I think yours is nicer. It’s nice to meet you, though.” He finally had the courage to stretch his hands out for a handshake. You had thought otherwise and laced your hands with his, keeping up with his pace as the two of you walked down the hall.

That day had been fairly eventful from other things you had recalled. After your quick visit to the nurses’ office, you’d detoured to the cafeteria and got several free cookies from the lunch ladies before making your way to the various classes.

As the day had progressed, Mark had gotten more comfortable with you and asked to exchange house numbers, telling you to call him so you could set up playdates. Who were you to refuse him?

The first time you had gone over to his house, you met his older brother and his parents, who were more than happy that he’d gotten another friend in his first week at the new district. They were quick to bring you in the house and tell you a bit about Mark’s embarrassing childhood stories, but Mark had other plans. He had pulled on your arm as a signal for you to stop talking with them.

So as you finished greeting them quickly, you both ran to the neighborhood park to play cops and robbers. He was always the cop, chasing you around with his water gun, but he was a bit slower than you. In fact, it was humorous how you’d always outrun him. To make sure he wouldn’t feel bad, you kept a slow pace and purposely let him catch you, but it was all worth it to see the smile on his face as he caught you.

Observing the curfew his parents had placed, the two of you returned home by seven that day and said your goodbyes, promising that the next time you’d meet, you’d bike on a cul-de-sac near his house.

A few playdates later, you both were over at your place. He stood on your porch looking as angry as a fourteen year old could look, with eyebrows turned inwards and lips in a pout. When you inquired who made him this mad, he said it was his other friend. Upon further questioning as to who this other friend was, he’d just vaguely shrug and say it was someone really annoying. And that was the end of it. 

Of course, young-teenager you quickly became jealous of this other friend. Who was that person and why were they taking your friend away? It took you several tries to get his name: Lee Donghyuck, also referred to as the ‘devil’ by Mark. His real name left a melodic ring on your tongue and you had a newfound desire to meet this person.

One day, not too long after you’d learned the mysterious boy’s name, you were sitting on the swings, lazily kicking your legs back and forth watching the small fumes of anger unfold in front of you. Mark had his favorite red cap on and was swinging quite furiously. 

“What’s got your panties in a twist?” You asked unabashedly. His face was pointed towards the ground, even as he moved fervently.

“Ugh, it’s just...Donghyuck. I swear the kid’s gonna make me regret coming here.” 

You sighed. There it was, that name again. 

“Why don’t you let me meet him? I’ll square up to him,” you threatened, showing your fists at him. 

He shook his head. “Too much trouble. Like, you really don’t want to meet him. Really. He’s such a handful.” To emphasize his point, he stopped kicking his legs and spread his hands apart to show you how much of a handful he really was. 

You laughed. “Alright, whatever you say.” The way he puffed his cheeks in frustration nearly had you falling for him. He was really cute when he was frustrated, but you never thought more of it. Instead, you were more annoyed that you couldn’t be there to help your friend when he was irked. This just made you wonder how much of a handful could the boy really be?

In your next year, the final year before you’d go to high school, you finally got to meet Donghyuck, leather jackets and all. He had such a fiery personality that you were surprised you’d never met him before.

You were in the cafeteria drinking your milk and watching as Jaemin, another friend Mark had introduced to you in the past year, snorted pixie sticks jokingly. He sneezed so hard that the remaining dust scattered and flew on Mark, who was clearly disgusted. 

“That’s disgusting, man. You’re paying for dry-cleaning,” he complained, dusting his outfit from the sweet powder. 

Jaemin shrugged and drank some water. “Only if you pay me.” 

You were outright laughing at this sitcom-like scenario and turned to see Jaemin sending a flying kiss (and wink) at you. Obviously, you reciprocated it and slapped your hand on Mark’s thigh repeatedly as you tried to ground yourself from laughing too hard. 

You were clearly taken aback, however, when you saw a figure approaching behind the flirty boy, walking with swag that you could only describe as cringey - one hand on his hips as he carried his TMNT lunchbox in the other. 

“Mark Lee,” he shouted from across the room. 

No one paid any attention to him other than your small group.

“Yah, Haechan,” Jaemin greeted him first, fist-bumping and giving him a bro hug.

Mark beside you took in a deep breath and covered his face to huff in frustration before looking at you. “It’s about time you met him. It was inevitable. Donghyuck, this is (y/n). (Y/n), Donghyuck.” 

Said boy gave you a warm smile, a stark contrast to his appearance, and stretched out his hand. “You’re pretty.” 

To say the least, you were shocked at his extroverted personality. He exuded confidence, but didn’t seem quite as bad as Mark often described him. At least he called you pretty. Finding the new boy interesting, you met his hand with two fingers forming into scissors, a trick you’d learned from your neighbor, Jisung. 

“I know.” 

He scoffed. “You’re supposed to say ‘thank you,’ you know.”

“But you called me pretty. That’s a fact,” you responded. 

He rolled his eyes but smiled. “Fine. I’ll give you that one.” 

Mark just let out a groan as he watched the two of you interact. This wouldn’t end well. And he was right. You and Donghyuck were the perfect combination of chaos and comebacks, but it’d made the friendship dynamic so much more interesting with the three of you together. 

The two of you would often tag-team in teasing Mark, the subject of most of your pranks. In fact, you pranked him so much that Mark quickly adapted to accept his fate and would just watch as you two had fun. 

In the beginning of your budding friendship, he’d make sure that you two weren’t doing something crazy to get in trouble with the law (“What does spray painting a wall in the abandoned house have to do with the cops?” Donghyuck would quip. “A lot,” Mark would respond, pulling you behind him. It’d taken a while for Mark to convince him that his idea was not brilliant, but dumb.) 

Slowly, he let up, but still kept a watchful eye on the two of you even after several years had passed. 

He wasn’t always that much of a prude. Sometimes, he’d join in when he thought that the tricks were appropriate, such as putting pink dye in the laundry to turn all the whites into various vibrant shades. The punishment he’d gotten after with the two of you was well worth it after he saw you picking up a pair of pink underwear and placing it on your head for fun. 

Unfortunately, you got in trouble for fooling around a second time when Donghyuck yelled loudly at you for not being productive. Mark had been banned from playing video games for a week and Donghyuck spent the week whining about not having his gaming buddy.

Overall, you’d say that you had an enjoyable childhood after the two boys entered your life. 

You saw quite a large change as you guys grew up. Mark had learned not to hate his friend as much and began to enjoy his presence much more. He would occasionally get jealous, but he could always be consoled with a hug and a midnight donut run. 

On the other hand, Donghyuck had been the missing sunshine in your life. He’d learned about you much quicker than you would have guessed. 

Sometimes, it was scary how well he knew you despite having entered the picture a year after Mark. Whenever you were upset, he’d pull up with Mark on his bike and take you on a mini excursion around the neighborhood as he pointed out all the horrible architecture. When you needed a picker upper from a horrible exam grade, he’d always be there with some face masks and chocolates for a self-care day. Obviously he’d end up eating most of the chocolates, but you’d always feel better after being in his presence.

It was safe to say that you loved the two so much that you all went as far as choosing to move in with each other, post-graduation. It was a rather decent living situation with a small two bedroom apartment that could fit a total of four beds (twin-sized, but rather comfortable), a functioning kitchen, a corner office space, and a mini-living area. The three of you had considered finding a fourth roommate to ease the monthly bills, but you knew that the shift in dynamics from a trio would be strange at this point. 

Mark and Donghyuck had taken one room and you’d taken the other, happy to have your own space. Having your own room was beneficial since you’d gotten decorative freedom, so you chose to spend the first month decorating your room. Photos taken from high school parties and middle school galas adorned the walls and you could easily see a timeline of how the three of you had grown. 

Mark was much taller and leaner now, but you could see the short moustache phase he had in his sophomore year before he decided to shave it off since ‘it looked too weird’. You could also see that his fashion sense had grown immensely, the designer clothes he chose to wear now clinging to his figure nicely. His voice had also gotten deeper, especially when he’d wake up in the morning before drinking his ritual coffee. The sweet, awkward boy you’d known earlier had grown up well and that made you happy. 

Donghyuck was still the same childish boy as before, just more mature. He had learned to understand when his pranks would go too far and even learned to apologize whenever he’d cross the line. He had also decreased the rate of his petty arguments with Mark and you were more than grateful to get past that phase.

He always had a fantastic fashion sense, so you couldn’t knock that out. However, he’d gotten much more...sexier? If that was a way you could word it. His eyeliner had gone from post-breakup, MCR vibes to something more accentuated, giving his eyes a half-lidded appearance. Sometimes, he’d catch you staring and lick his lips teasingly, but it never escalated more than that. You just ticked that as one of his personality quirks. 

You were fine with that. Totally fine. 

As you glanced at yourself in the photos, you found yourself cringing at your middle school phase. Silly bands and beyblades were scattered in the background as you back hugged Mark and threw a peace sign. You had definitely glowed up, 100%. There was no doubt about that. You were a little taller (“Not by that much,” Hyuck often teased you) and so much more happier than before. Your smile was wider and you had become more confident in yourself as the years had rolled by. That was something you could pin on meeting the two best people in your lives.

A sharp rap knocked you out of your thoughts. “Uh, hey, (y/n)?” It was Mark. 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m going shopping. We ran out of eggs and milk. You want anything?” 

“I just want some milk,” you quoted. 

“Right...vines. Haha. Anyway, I’ll be back in an hour,” he responded. 

“What are you gonna do for an hour? Take a solid dump?” 

He looked offended. “No-I-(y/n), absolutely not. I have to be careful about what we’re buying, you know? Anyway, I’ll be back soon. Make sure Donghyuck doesn’t do anything wild.” 

You laughed. He was still so cute when he pouted at you. “Yeah, of course. I’ll call you if anything happens. I’m sure you’d love to have some of the action.”

“Eugh-” you heard him fake vomit and walk out, shutting the door behind him. You could hear him give a similar warning to the other boy before leaving. 

You sighed and gathered your thoughts as you walked out of the room. You were definitely teasing him when you joked about something happening between you and Hyuck but suddenly, you weren’t too sure about that.   

Donghyuck was reclining on the sofa, legs stretched out onto the coffee table in front of him. One of his arms was extending across the back of the sofa and the other was holding his cell phone, lazily searching through his SNS for any updates. 

Your gaze accidentally dropped to see that his light grey sweatpants were loose on his waists, revealing a slight v-line that almost had you wanting more. You snapped out of it when he clicked his tongue. 

His eyes didn’t even lift from his phone when he began speaking to you. “Like what you see?”

You huffed. “As if.” There was no way you were going to get caught doing anything with your best friend. You couldn’t imagine how Mark would react if he found out you had been ogling at him right after you promised that nothing would happen. 

Deciding to be casual in your approach in contrast to your wandering mind, you plopped down on the opposite side of him and lifted your legs up to his lap. He didn’t even flinch. 

“Hyuck?” You asked, waiting for his reply. 

His sharp eyes flitted up to meet yours. “Yeah?”

“Nothing I’m bored.”

“Not my problem,” he replied, struggling as you kicked your legs slightly. Feeling slightly annoyed, he finally set his phone down on the table and stretched his arms above his head, letting out a groan. The baggy tank top that he was sporting lifted slightly, just barely revealing his (cute) tummy. God, he was acting so innocent and that was driving you crazy. 

“I’m bored~,” you argued, crossing your arms. Mark was going to be out for an hour and you were in a teasing mood, so you decided to play with him. “Entertain me.”

He let out a chuckle. “Oh baby, you want me to entertain you? I bet you won’t see this coming.”

You found yourself lying underneath him in an instant, letting out a squeak as he pulled your legs and crawled on top of you. His soft brown eyes were searching your face to the answer of his unspoken question. Feeling a bit awkward, you snorted and moved your hands to rest against his neck. 

“This is a nice angle.” That was true. You could see every detail on his face, from the small constellations of his moles to his pouty, pink lips. If you looked below, you would see that his shirt was hanging low enough to reveal that he was breathing rapidly.

“I could say the same,” he replied. 

Honestly, you had no idea what you looked like from his point of view, but you hoped that your hair wasn’t too ruffled from his rash movements or reveal the red blush that you could feel was spreading across your face. You found it really sweet that he’d left a small gap so you could back out any time. 

One look in his eyes told you what he was feeling: hesitant, but confident. All it would take was one move. That’s it. That was all that was needed to cross the line and he was waiting for you to do it.

A sudden surge of confidence crashed over you, and you found yourself closing your eyes, hoping for the best, and pulling his neck down gently to mold your lips to his. It was almost as if all the tension you’d felt from the past suddenly rush into you and you found yourself wanting more. 

He didn’t stray too far from your lips either, pecking and pulling your lower lip with his teeth. You moaned at the feeling and he raised his head in surprise as if he just realized what the two of you were doing. He backed away, returning back to his spot on the couch and let out a cough. 

“I...we got carried away.” You could see the way that his ears tinged red and his lips were a little swollen from your mini-makeout session. 

Truthfully, you felt a little disappointed at him backing away but you knew what he was doing. He didn’t want to ruin all the years of friendship the two of you had built, not to mention Mark’s trust. The two of you wouldn’t risk going behind his back to hook up.

Clearly, Donghyuck closed the matter and picked up his phone to continue where he left off. You grabbed your own and went on TikTok to distract yourself, but all you found were story times from dates and that frustrated you even more. 

Mark came back an hour later just as he’d promised. He’d noticed the tension in the air, but chose not to say anything, instead placing items in the fridge. 

Donghyuck leaned against the counter as he did so, watching him struggle to carry the two milk jugs. “Do you even lift, bro?” 

Mark just glared at him and tried to scare him by fake-throwing the mini watermelon at him. “I'm the only one shopping around here. At the very least, you could put these things in the storage!” The offender only chuckled and winked as he walked away. The two continued bickering throughout the rest of the night, periodically involving you in the argument. You shut them both up by calling Hyuck the victor leading to Mark giving up and calling it a night.

As you were tossing and turning in bed, you tried to forget about the kiss. You really did. But as you thought about the way that his lips caressed yours so gently, you wanted to feel the sparks again.

A few weeks had passed by and nothing else had occurred between you and Donghyuck. Even Mark pretended that everything was normal and you thought that’d be it. But it wasn’t.

Jaemin’s birthday party changed things up. He hosted a banger with all of his acquaintances (which were admittedly a lot of people - not a strange sight due to his popularity). Not unusual to you, a game of spin the bottle had ensued and he had persuaded your trio to join his group. 

The first to go, a guy named Jeno, landed on a pretty girl who he smiled at politely before dragging her to a guest room upstairs. The second was Mark. Pure boy Mark. When he spun the bottle, he shook his head. “I have a bad feeling,” he muttered. 

As the bottle finally settled, you found yourself holding your breath. It had landed on none other than your other best friend. Donghyuck looked beyond pleased at this turn of events, smiling and puckering his lips to prep for the kiss. Mark was absolutely horrified beside you. “Can I re-spin the bottle? Choose a substitute?” 

Jaemin shook his head. “It’s a game. Better luck next time.” He fanned his face in fake sympathy and then clapped his hands.

Hyuck crawled closer to Mark and signaled you to grab him. You went along and grasped Mark’s flailing arms. His voice comedically began to crack as he panicked. “No, ah, Donghyuck probably isn’t even a good kisser-” 

His words did the opposite effect as the boy smashed his lips against Mark’s. He eventually relaxed in your hold and kissed back. 

Soon, the two were engrossed in the kiss and you let go of his limp arms, which he immediately raised to hold Donghyuck’s hair. You could see the way he practically melted into the youngers mouth and found yourself getting jealous at the scene. 

Feeling a little awkward, you turned to see Jaemin looking excited and hollering at the two. It felt like eternity before they pulled apart and settled back into their spots and the audience settled down slowly. Mark rubbed his neck and rolled his eyes in mock annoyance, but it didn’t take a genius to see how affected he was. 

You were stirred by a tap from Jaemin who handed the bottle to you. Accepting it even though your mind was still occupied with the steamy kiss you’d witnessed, you took your chance. It ended up landing on Jisung, your self-proclaimed ‘son,’ so you kissed him on the forehead and moved on with the game. 

The rest of the night was a blur and the three of you went back to your apartment, each lost in the events of the party. It only served to strengthen the tension in the room whenever the three of you would be there. Mark would let out a couple of ‘haha’s’ whenever he saw Donghyuck and lick his lips. You would be lying if you said you didn’t do the same.

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A few months rolled by and the three of you had grown busier with your respective studies/work, finding yourselves occupied by day and only having time to meet in the evening for meals before sleeping and repeating the cycles.

 It wasn’t until the following summer when classes had ended for the session that you were comfortably able to resume your conversations with the other boys, or at least one of them. 

Mark had gone out for another grocery run and you found yourself in the same position as a year ago, sitting across from Donghyuck. This time, your leg was crossed in front of you. He was on his phone again, clearly not paying any attention to it since the two of you had been busy catching up on the latest incidents. 

You recalled a personal favorite of yours when a cult of students had set the econ building on fire, resulting in free ‘A’s for the entire class. Thankfully, no one was in the building at that time, but you were never a hater for free grades.

Hyuck was cracking up as he recounted his own story of how the football team at his university had celebrated at the restaurant he waitered at and they liked him so much they gave him tickets for the rest of the season and five additional guest passes. 

His eyes were practically sparkling with joy, but you couldn’t find yourself joining him. Seeing him smile reminded you of all the memories that you’d missed out on and threw you in a sudden downhearted mood. 

He noticed the change and moved to sit next to you, lifting your chin so you could see him. His breath hit your face in soft huffs, smelling like the peppermint gum he always kept in his back pocket. 

“What’s wrong, babe?” He was very gentle in his approach, treating you delicately and fondly. His other hand moved in to hold yours.  

You shook your head. “Nothing. It just hit me how much we missed since we’ve been so busy recently. I missed this...no I missed you two.” Your eyes were watering up a little and you blinked rapidly, willing the tears to disappear. 

Donghyuck, not missing a beat, moved in and kissed the corner of your eyes where your tears were gathering. “I know you did. So did I. And I’m sure Mark did too.” His hand was rubbing soothingly against your own and you were thrown back into the memory of him kissing you just like this, in the same spot.

You hadn’t even realized when you moved up to meet his lips in a chaste kiss, but when you did, you were quick to pull away. Your eyes widened in shock. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

He interrupted you by leaning in again and pressing against you with more passion than before. The hand that was on your jaw moved in a rhythm only the two of you could feel. His lips felt so silky as he moved against you, noses bumping occasionally. He let out a soft whine when you swiped your tongue against his lower lip and opened his mouth.

You had heard about many people talking about tongues fighting for dominance and all that, but for you two, it seemed so much more natural when you took the lead. There was no resistance and he let you control the pace from here, matching your maneuvers with his own. You couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle in his mouth when his other hand moved to your waist and rubbed ticklish circles against your skin.

The two of you were clearly beyond the point of caring and Donghyuck seemed to feel your arousal, so he decided to take it a step farther. Carefully, he changed your position so that you were now underneath him, almost like deja vu from the first time.  

You sighed happily and glanced at his warm gaze. 

One of his hands cupped your jaw and the other slipped under your shirt. “Whatcha lookin at, beautiful?” 

You couldn’t help but snort at his cheesy words. “Clearly you. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” His hand inched on top of your breast and took a tentative squeeze, waiting for your reaction. You let out an exaggerated moan and batted your eyelashes at him. “Could you, like, do something more?” 

He rolled his eyes and moved his head to press against your neck. “So impatient. We have all the time in the world right now.” You huffed and tilted your head to the side so that he could have easier access. He reciprocated by humming pleasantly at your eagerness. Hyuck continued to fondle your breasts as he mouthed against your neck, moving around while biting and licking in an attempt to find your sweet spot. It didn’t take too long and you moaned at the feeling, almost visualizing the way he smirked cockily as he marked you up.  

It was starting to feel real good and you were about to raise his head up for another kiss until he suddenly took his hand out of your shirt. You involuntarily whined at the loss of contact until you saw what he did next. Hyuck took two fingers and raised them to your mouth. “Suck.” 

You opened up your mouth and swiped your tongue around his fingers sloppily, watching as his eyes blew out in pure lust. His puffed lips slightly opened as he let out a deep groan. “That’s my good girl.” You keened at the praise, finally loving the attention he was giving you. 

Hyuck took his fingers out with a ‘pop’ when he was satisfied. “You sure you wanna do this?” 

You took his hand and dragged it down to where you wanted him to touch you the most. “If you don’t finger me right now, I’ll kick you out of the room and do it myself.” 

He chuckled at your frustration and licked his lips. “Should I?” He mused, rubbing his palm against the cotton of your shorts. You raised your hips at the friction and glared at the teasing. You tried pushing him off, impatient and horny, but he beat you to it and finally slipped his fingers under your shorts. 

“Wow, you’re dripping. Can you hear that?” 

You strained your ears for a second and you heard the slight squelches as he rubbed into your heat. Slightly embarrassed, you tried to turn your head to the side but he wouldn’t allow that. He moved your chin so that you were facing him and cooed. “Aw, you have such a pretty face. I want to see your reactions.”

Letting out a sigh, you gave in to his request. Instead of covering your face this time, you opted to watch the way his hand was working sinfully inside your shorts. You could feel his hard-on beside you and tried to give him some relief but he swatted your hand away, saying that you were his priority.

His fingers were pumping at a leisure pace, thumb rubbing circles into your clit at the same pace. You were getting impatient, but he didn’t seem to be in a hurry. Instead, he let out a little chuckle and turned to the door. “You can come out now.” 

You heard a sharp gasp from behind the door and lifted your head to see a blushing Mark standing there, covering his boner as discreetly with his hands as possible. Surprisingly, you noticed that he didn’t look as scandalized as you thought he would’ve been. Rather, he was pretty turned on as evident by the way his eyes couldn’t leave the sight of Hyuck’s hands touching you.   

“How long have you been standing there?” You hadn’t noticed his arriving in the apartment at all, but you weren’t mad at that.

He shuffled nervously, eyes still trained on his friend’s hand. “Uh-maybe five minutes?”

Hyuck lifted his other hand and gestured for him to join the two of you on the bed. “You’re our missing puzzle piece. Come over here so we can do this properly.”

The older wasn’t fazed as he walked over and sat down on the sofa beside the other. “This is, like, really hot.”

You hummed in agreement. “It is.”

Oh, and it was definitely about to get hotter, especially when Hyuck used his free hand to grab the back of Mark’s head and lean in for an open-mouth kiss. Mark groaned into the kiss and sucked on the youngers’ tongue. “Fuck, you have no clue how much I wanted to do this.” 

You propped yourself up on your elbow, adjusting yourself to see the view better. Hyuck stopped thrusting his fingers and pulled them out, shoving them against Mark’s lips. “You know what to do.” The elder obediently stuck his tongue out and licked them clean from your juices. 

 You nearly came at the sight, watching as the two were having their fun. You decided to have your own and moved so that you were straddling Hyuck’s hips and facing Mark’s hard-on. As you palmed Mark’s tip, you heard him let out a cry. He hadn’t noticed you changing positions and was pleasantly surprised. 

“Pants off,” you commanded. 

He didn’t hesitate to pull his pants down as he watched you immediately move closer and fondle his balls. At the same time, you swiveled your hips up against the boy behind you. 

At this point, the two had stopped whatever they were doing and got washed up in the pleasure, whining as you continued your ministrations. 

Hyuck was the first to speak up. “F-feels good.” He rolled his hips back against yours and leaned forward to press kisses against your back, nimbly unbuttoning your shirt and taking it off. You shimmied your arms and then resumed to suck on the hard cock in front of you. Mark leaned his head back at the feeling of your wet mouth on him before he gathered your hair into a make-shift ponytail. He watched you trail against his length and bob your head up and down in a simple rhythm that had his legs shaking.

You could tell that he was holding back from thrusting his hips into your mouth and you purred against him, causing sweet vibrations to shoot through his spine and cause him to let out a deep groan. 

The boy behind you cried out impatiently. “Me too~” 

Mark laughed. “Can we shift to a more comfortable position? (Y/n), you’re fine with all this, right?” You almost swooned at how caring he was, even in the middle of such an explicit situation.

Nodding, you got off of him, and shyly glanced at the trail of saliva that connected your mouth with his length. Mark let out a soft moan and helped you get up. 

“I’m fine with that. But...can we not do any...like dick-inside-me action today? Since-”

Donghyuck let out the loudest laugh at your euphemism. “We’re all virgins here. Yeah, let’s take it slow today.” 

Mark sighed in relief and arranged you guys so that you were sitting comfortably against the arm of the sofa and the two boys were arranged in front of you. 

“Donghyuck, since you love using that mouth of yours so much, how about you make her feel good?” 

The younger smirked, sending a flying kiss to Mark. “I’d love to.” 

He laid down between your legs and sucked at your thighs as he took your shorts off. “Commando?” His eyebrows were raised in amazement. 

“You didn’t notice earlier?”

“No, I was too busy processing that this is real.”

He didn’t waste any more time in speaking and dove right into your pussy, lapping up all your leaking juices and practically making out with your lower lips. His eyes didn’t dare leave yours, watching as you writhed beneath him. 

Mark took the boy’s pants off and grabbed his hard-on, giving a quick twist of his wrists and beginning to jerk him off at a steady tempo while doing the same to himself. 

The three of you were quickly lost in your own ecstasy, feeling the long-awaited tension begin to crash down rather quickly. 

Donghyuck was the first to cum, lifting his chin to rest against your lower stomach as he moaned and painted the sofas with ropes of his cum as Mark helped him to finish. He lazily slipped two fingers in you to finish you off and you came soon after, seeing white spots dancing in your vision. Mark was the last to follow, crying out both of your names and collapsing on top of you. 

“That was really good.” 

You weren’t sure who spoke up first, but you agreed with it wholeheartedly. That was the most mind blowing experience you ever had and you were pretty sure that you would be alright with it becoming a reoccurring experience.

Hyuck seemed to agree as he brushed your hair gently, moving upward to kiss both you and Mark on the lips. “So...uhm, what are we now? We went this far.”

Mark chuckled nervously. “Oh, hehe. That’s a deep question.”

“Not as deep as his fingers,” you jumped in. The ‘innocent’ boy looked mortified at your reference and the other high-fived you mischievously. “But seriously, I’d be happy if we could take this further than just friends. It’s about time.” 

“Yeah. You’re right. But would we be a polyamorous couple then?” Mark posed the question, but he looked too tired to think about the proper semantics. 

You heard a mumble from beside you. “We can figure that out later. But I like both of you guys and I’m pretty sure all of this is reciprocated. So what are we waiting for?”

“I guess you’re right. This could be the start of our new chapter then?”

Mark nodded. “I love you two so much. But Donghyuck if you ever hurt her…”

The threat lingered in the air as he laughed it off and cuddled you tightly to prove his genuine affection. “Never~”

______________________

You weren’t sure when you had knocked out, but you were relieved to know that you had been cleaned up and placed in your bed. Mark and Donghyuck were laying on either side of you, snoring comfortably looking as if they were in bliss. And you quickly realized that you would be content seeing this tranquil sight every day of your life if it meant you’d be with the boys that you loved. 

[yangyeet]

Coming Soon!

You were Mark’s best friend of several years, meeting in middle school as lab partners, and have practically been stuck at the hip since then. Of course, a friendship with Mark meant that you would also meet Lee Donghyuck (also known as Haechan by his squad), the person who your friend would complained about more than he would breathe. He’d never shut up about him and you had eventually managed to convince him to allow you to meet the boy. 

Mark was super protective of you in the beginning, always making sure that Donghyuck wouldn’t try to do anything to you. However, one day, he happened loosen up and leave the two of you alone. What happens when you pair mutual pining with high sexual tension? And what happens if Mark walks in on the two of you before he said he would?  

[yangyeet]

this gif is really cute (babyCT) but i wrote everything in the tag

[yangyeet]

I had the softest dream last night and had to write it so here it is. 

[14:55] You were glad to finally have such a lazy day away from the harsh schedules and rigorous exam prep. You had been studying more than enough for the past month (choosing not to procrastinate and divide your studies over a long period because there was way too much to learn!) and you had arrived at the point where you could recite the periodic table with your eyes closed. Your professor decided to give your entire class a break when he saw how much hard work you had all been putting into his ‘mini’ assignments. 

So here you were, spending your day off in the dorms. There was nothing more you loved than to just have a day of winding down with the person you loved. You were the little spoon, cuddling with your boyfriend Yangyang.  

The two of you weren’t in the mood to watch Netflix since he had also recently finished preparing for his online concert, so you just decided to chill with each other in his bed.  

His hand was ruffling through your hair, occasionally picking out a strand and untangling it carefully so he wouldn’t hurt you, and you were humming a melody from time to time to let him know you were awake. He’d make sure to always join right in if he knew the song. 

His other hand was resting around your waist, fingers playing with the loose hem of your (his) shirt. 

“Isn’t this the one that I thought was missing like a week ago?” Yangyang asked, a small chuckle bubbling to the surface when he realized that it was indeed his shirt. His voice was a little raspy from not speaking for a while and you found yourself liking the rawness in his voice. 

“What do you mean your shirt?” You teased back. His shirts were the most comfortable outfits in your opinion and you were more than happy to steal them when he wasn’t looking. Sure, they were a little oversized on you, but they never failed to give you the feeling of Yangyang hugging you. 

This was especially true whenever you were away from him for a long time. He had memorized your schedule almost instantly after you showed it to him and if you ever had to go somewhere, he’d sneak some small memorabilia (that wasn’t too obvious to his fans) into your luggage so you could have a part of him wherever you went. 

Being the humorous couple that you were, you couldn’t help but to take a picture of the object in the most famous location you’d go to. Last time, you’d brought his small teddy bear to the oldest, local pizzeria in town for a date and he’d complained for a whole month about his inability to take you on fancy dates in public. Later, he made it up by taking you to Lotte World and buying you the cutest plushy he could find.

Back to the present, all you could do was enjoy the comfort of his presence beside you. No amount of fancy wining and dining could replace the feeling of him simply being with you, enjoying the small moments. 

His hands had ceased their motions and you turned around to see what was wrong. “Yangyang, you good?”

“Hm, just thinking.” That was something he did a lot. 

He thought a lot and it had taken a while for him to open up to you, but you were ready for him to reveal his concerns or feelings anytime. You were here for him and you made sure he knew it. 

“About what?” 

“About how lucky I am to have you.” His dark brown eyes were scanning yours, unsure of what to say next. He wasn’t giggling or crinkling his eyes in that cute way he did whenever he would joke around with the other members so you could tell he was being completely honest. “You know how my favorite flower is a rose, right?”

You nodded. That was the first thing you’d learned about him. In fact, the way he’d asked you out was by hiding a rose in your bag with a beautifully decorated envelope (which you later learned that Ten had helped him with). “Yeah, I do.”

“Well, I think you’re the rose of my life. Like, the moment I first saw you, I knew that you’d be the one for me and I still think that. You are literally the strongest person I’ve ever known. I know you’ve been going through a tough time with finals coming, but I know you can do it. I notice the way you study late at night, and I wish I could be there for you more. But you’re a fighter and you got this. I know you’ll ace everything and when you do, I’ll take you out to a nice place for a treat. You’re my hardworking girl and deserve it.”

You almost teared up at his words. You hadn’t thought that he would notice your late night sessions or the way you’d frustratedly slam your laptop when you couldn’t take the straining light of the screen anymore. Despite being goofy in front of the camera, he truly was the most wonderful, observant guy you had ever met. 

Feeling confident, you did the first thing that came to your mind and lifted yourself up to press your lips to his. His hands were already wound in your hair so he used a little strength pulled you on top of him. He set the pace for the kiss and chose to go slow. You both had the rest of today, so he was in no hurry. 

After a couple of seconds, you pulled up for air and pressed your forehead against his. “Thank you for being there for me. Even when you’re not physically with me all the time, you still give me courage. I see the way you practice the choreographies over and over again until you perfect them. Yangyang, you’re the most inspiring one in this relationship and you give me the strength to be the best person I can be. I hope that we can both continue to grow together just like this.”

This time, his eyes were twinkling with delight. “Oh my god, I’m so whipped for you. I love you.” 

You laughed at his choice of language and booped your nose with his. “I love you too, always.” 

[yangyeet]

[21:44] “You underestimate how much food I can stuff in my mouth before I need to be stopped.”

Xiaojun watched in amusement as you grabbed the packet of jumbo marshmallows in his hand and popped it open with a crunch. 

“You’re not gonna regret that, are you?”

You shook your head in confidence. A packet of marshmallows wasn’t too hard to consume. After all, it was just fluffed up chunks of sugar. Grabbing the first one, you stuffed it into your mouth. So far, so good. Raising the bar, you took two more pieces. And then another one. Altogether, you’d guess you had a total of six in your mouth. 

The boy beside you was struggling to remain passive. It was rather evident by the way his shoulders were shaking and how he bit down on his lower lip to keep from bursting out with laughter. He silently took his phone out of his pocket and flipped to the camera app. While you were occupied with your little game, he snapped several candids of you holding the marshmallows in your mouth, looking like a cute bunny. 

When you turned around to show him how many you could fit in your mouth, you saw the most beautiful smile in the world, teeth showing and eyes shining with pure mirth. His gentle demeanor showed by the way he refused to laugh at your face, but still had a bit of mischievousness hidden. 

“How many did you eat?” Xiaojun knew the answer. He had been watching the whole time, watching you attempt to fit as many of the sweet confection as you could. He saw the way you scrunch your eyebrows as you position the last piece in your mouth before turning to him. And there was no way he could miss the way that you pouted at him taking pictures of you. 

“Six-” you replied back, your answer completely muffled by the treat stuffed in your mouth. With great difficulty, you chewed and managed to swallow the pieces. “That was too sweet,” you complained. 

“You know what else is sweet?” Xiaojun asked. 

You shook your head innocently. He chuckled a bit, rubbing his nose shyly before instructing you to close your eyes. “Huh?” What else could be sweeter than marshmallows?

Your question was answered soon by the feeling of soft lips on yours. Shocked at first, you almost didn’t register that he was kissing you, but you soon responded with similar fervor. He didn’t pressure you into continuing the kiss any farther and backed away after a couple of seconds.

When you finally had the courage to open your eyes, you saw that Xiaojun’s face had turned entirely red. His hands were grazing his lips as if he couldn’t believe that he just did that, but he was still smiling from the feeling. “W-was that any good?” 

You giggled. He looked so adorable like this. “Of course it was. But I don’t think I got a good taste. Once more?” 

He nodded and leaned in once more, successfully fulfilling your appetite for sweetness. 

(concept inspired by this laugh, he looks so handsome when he’s this happy i-would love to make him smile everyday im-)

[nctinfo]

[INFO] NCT DREAM’s ‘Ridin’’ becomes the first NCT song to hit #1 on MelOn! 💚💚💚

Congratulations! 💚

[yangyeet]

Is This Heaven (Final)

Pairing: Jaemin x Reader (ft. friends!Jisung & Donghyuck)

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Status: Finished! Preview Here; Part 1 Here; Part 2 Here!

Prompt: In a world where people have their soulmate's name on their body somewhere, you find yourself caught in a dilemma that would result in a whirlwind of events. Are you ready to face this challenge in a world known to be cruel? Will you find your heaven in a place where people refuse to follow their hearts? Or will you fall as a victim to the legend?

Warnings: character death im sorry in advance

Word Count: 6.6K

Jaemin. Na Jaemin. That was the name of the person who had entered your life like a hurricane and left you on the edge of your seat, eager for more. He certainly was a whirlwind of a person. In under 24 hours of learning about his existence, he had managed to charm you through snapchat, meet you with a mysterious bullet wound, and was now about to tell you another grappling secret that you were sure would impact you significantly.

“Do you…do you perhaps know what The Dragon is?”

 His eyes were uncertain, flickering from side to side. You could see that in the way that he started fiddling with his hands and bouncing his leg nervously. 

“No,” you whispered, afraid that you’d break the boy if you spoke any louder. Jaemin peered into your eyes and then took one of your hands, lifting it to the scar on his shoulder that you had noticed earlier. 

“As you know, a dragon traditionally can be very symbolic.” 

You nodded your head. You recalled that Jisung would often talk about dragons, alluding them to his interest in mythology and their relevance in the modern world. 

“Well, dragons can symbolize chaos. That’s the meaning we’re going for.” 

“So let me guess, you’re a part of a gang that’s called The Dragon and that tattoo is a symbol for your gang, and it was supposed to be on your shoulder which is like one of those gang tattoo things. But there’s more to it.” You tried putting together every stereotypical piece of information that you could remember from the various dramas that you’d watched. 

It seemed that you hit the bullseye when Jaemin patted you on the shoulder. 

“Oh ho ho. You’re a lot smarter than I took you for.” He didn’t say that condescendingly. Rather, he was looking at you quite proudly as if he were saying that’s my girl. 

“Thanks,” you responded, shying away from his gaze. “But what else is there?”

“Actually...everyone in the gang...we don’t have soulmates. We’re outcasts.” He was looking into your eyes, gauging your reaction to see if you’d be disgusted from his reveal. 

You weren’t. 

In fact, you were more concerned about one specific fact. 

“Um...who’s in your gang again?”

“You know Haechan and Jisung are. And my friends Renjun, Jeno, and Chenle. One of our members, Mark, just went on hiatus for a bit to go to a university abroad.”

“So...you all don’t have a soulmate?”

He shook his head. “That’s why we had all tattooed a dragon on ourselves to show we’re the hidden chaos amidst the fake peace. Mine just got removed for a mission a while back.” 

“What about Park Jisung?”

“No..he doesn’t have a soulmate. Why?” Jaemin was starting to look a bit perplexed. He looked honest and you completely believed him. Of course, that didn’t have anything to do with the nagging crush in the back of your mind. But you were convinced that he was correct. 

“He told me he had a soulmate. I met her too...” 

“She’s probably a fake.” Ah. You finally understood a bit of what was going on. If the girl was a fake you could completely understand where he was coming from. A lot of the wealthier families chose to fake a soulmate for their child if they didn’t show signs of a soulmate mark. As long as the person didn’t fall in love, they were free to act however they wanted to; usually, families just bought a fake for inheritance purposes. Nothing more and nothing less. 

However, even if that was the case,  Jisung would have known that he did not have a real soulmate. He looked so in love whenever he talked about her though.  If so…

No, you didn’t want to think about it. That would be playing with fate. And that wasn’t okay...right? It’s not like you were doing the same thing at the moment.

Jaemin was ignorant of your inner conflict and chose to push the topic of the younger aside. “So...I just wanted to say that things haven’t gone as properly as I would’ve liked. Would you like to go on a date with me when I recover? A proper one?” He looked into your eyes earnestly and who were you to deny the handsome boy?

“Of course! Gotta give you time to heal. Also...I have a confession to make.”

“Oh?” He quirked his head to the side like a curious puppy and you would have laughed if you didn’t feel like you were about to reveal the most intimate secret about yourself. 

You chose to whisper the secret, afraid of the ears on the walls. “I don’t have a soulmate either.” 

He didn’t look shocked. In fact, he looked kind of relieved. “Two people without soulmates meet each other. What a story, huh.” 

You nodded your head. “Well, I’m glad we got that much off our shoulders. Introduce me to the rest of the gang later?” 

“They’re not the best people, but we’ll see. The sun’s rising right now, but let’s sleep in. You don’t have any obligations in the morning, right?”

“Nah. Let’s sleep.”

                                ______________________  

The week passed by just like that and you went on the date as promised. He took you to a bowling alley and then a high-end restaurant, showing off his earnings with a reserved table for the two of you. In a way, it was very much like him to shower you in his affection and love by giving you the best possible experiences he could provide. He even gifted you a metal ring that he claimed would protect you from harm’s way, even though you had no idea what he meant by that. Later, you learned that it could be part-blade and part-GPS with a small chip. You were overwhelmed at his gestures, but happy that he had considered you lovely enough to shower you with his love.

Even after the date, Jaemin stayed at your apartment to avoid going out and getting caught by the mysterious enemy. He didn’t explain what his mission was, but he did tell you enough for you to conclude that it was dangerous. 

To be honest, living with Jaemin wasn’t too bad. Sure, he was overly affectionate and clingy and slightly dependent on you due to his injury, but it wasn’t overbearing. He had his own quirky way of drawing you in. 

You noticed that he really wasn’t a man of too many words. The explaining he had done in the first two nights seemed to be the most he had ever said to you. He chose to show you his feelings through his actions. Some mornings, you would wake up to the wonderful aroma of breakfast wafting to the bedroom. Before you could take a step beyond the blankets, Jaemin would burst into the room with a smile on his face and a bounce in his steps. In his hands would be a tray of warm food, along with some juice, water, and any utensils you’d require for the meal.

Since his shirt was ruined, you had let him borrow the clothes that Jisung had left on the occasional sleepovers and they were adorably a bit too large on him. Jaemin would always joke about how the baby was the one who’d grown the most over the past few years. You’d laugh and agree, remembering how the younger was the chubbiest, most adorable child you’d ever seen. 

It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to exchange childhood stories and banters from crazy experiences in the past either.

He’d talk about his best friends who would always be bound by his side: Jeno, Renjun, and Haechannie. Jeno was the strong figure in his life who had gone through the most terrible storms, but would fight through each and every one of them. The two would have their on and off fights, but they’d try to get along for the peace of the group. Renjun’s art could even make the Mona Lisa smile, according to Jaemin. And Haechannie was the happy virus with a knack for bringing the mood up. Jisung had joined the group after his hacking abilities had caused Jeno a headache. They took the younger in due to his talent and they became a happy family. And of course, he never forgot to bring up Mark, the Canadian kid who nearly threatened to quit the gang due to “Donghyuck’s persistent skinship.”

You laughed at his tales and would respond back with some stories of your own. You’d talk about the time that Jisung had scraped his knees and instead of telling anyone about it, he came up to you and told you that he was an immortal superhero with the strangest powers. Or the time you chased the younger around with a worm in your hand. 

Jaemin’s eyes sparkled as you told him various stories of the past. He responded by saying that you looked like you had hearts popping out of yours whenever he’d speak. You’d like to disagree with that, but you knew it was true.

And when it came time to change the bandages, Jaemin would come up to you with the biggest puppy eyes he could muster and pout until you got up. You wouldn’t ever keep him waiting and always had the first-aid supplies ready for whenever he needed them. 

Whenever it was time for you to cook dinner, he’d sit on the dining table and just gaze at your figure, absentmindedly admiring you. Most of the time, you’d catch him in his hazy state and point out how the hand leaning against his head caused his cheeks to mush up and turn red. He’d deny that and start arguing how you were just distracting and he really didn’t care about what happened as long as he could keep looking at you forever.

 And sometimes, it’d just be you and Jaemin cuddling on your sofa with some Lo-Fi music playing in the background. It was safe to say that you had grown used to having another individual in the house. You were living a much livelier life with him around. 

It wouldn’t always be the two of you in the apartment alone. Haechan would sometimes pop by to make sure that everything was alright. The first time he came around, he brought the tattered shirt and threw it at Jaemin’s face, telling him that it was beyond his ability to repair. The second time he came, he caught the two of you snuggling and nearly launched himself at Jaemin for taking advantage of his friend. You put yourself in the middle and gave him a cheeky smirk that he easily turned away from. 

In the chaos that was now your life, you surprisingly noticed that Jisung hadn’t bothered to contact you this whole time. He knew you were in a rough spot, so why didn’t he contact you? Maybe he found out you met Jaemin and was mad at you? That still didn’t excuse his absence. 

So as you sat across from Jaemin, you dialed his number in hopes of finding out the reason. One ring passed...then another. He strangely still didn’t pick up. Jisung would always pick up your call, even if he was in the middle of class. You tried again, hoping that it was a mishap and you made a mistake, but you still ended with the same result. 

“Um, Jaem?” The boy hummed. 

“Jisung isn’t picking up.” 

“Wait what? He always picks up, though.” Jaemin pulled out his own phone and dialed the number, waiting until the call went to voicemail before looking at you. 

You got up from your spot. “I’m going to go to his house.” 

He shook his head. “That’s dangerous. I’ll go.” 

“You’re still injured,” you reminded him as you grabbed your bag and the pepper spray that was laying on the table beside it. “His house is here, and there’s still light outside. Don’t worry too much.” 

Jaemin didn’t look too sold on the idea of you going outside when you were practically harboring an outcast in your home, but he respected your decision and finally resigned. “Okay, but stay on Facetime with me the entire time. I want to see you safe, baby.”  

You almost cooed at the pet name and walked up to him, giving him a chaste kiss on his forehead. He wrapped his arms around your waist and gave you his infamous puppy eyes. “Call. Now.” Rolling your eyes, you video called him and watched him pick it up,  

After he was satisfied, you walked out and closed the door securely, making sure that no intruder could break in from the outside. It wasn’t a typical occurrence in your neighborhood, but you were never too sure about that. 

The walk to Jisung’s house didn’t take too long and Jaemin stayed on the call as promised, telling you the most obscure facts so you wouldn’t get bored. When you arrived at his place, you could hear voices from inside the house. You gave a signal for Jaemin to quiet down and placed your ear against the door. You knew eavesdropping was rude, but hey, if you got any information from it…

You could hear three male voices, one of which belonged to your friend. The other voice that was currently talking was deep, not as much as Jisung’s but still comparable. He seemed to be talking in a soft manner, not raising his voice. 

“...it’s...don’t worry....bomb….detonated and...got her and I’m....Jaemin…” The ending fizzled out and you could only make out a few words. 

Another hushed voice spoke up, sounding like pure honey. “...he’s right. Also, I think we’ve got a visitor.” The voice sounded much closer and you didn’t have time to back up before the door swung open. You were met with a tall male with bleached hair, his dark roots showing prominently. He looked at you with piercing eyes, looking as if he were ready to eliminate you without hesitation. 

Another male walked up behind him, taller and much more intimidating than the first despite his calming aura. His dark hair was a sharp contrast to his milky skin, and his fingers were adorned with rings. However, the next thing you noticed was a dragon tattoo on his biceps, peeking out under the loose t-shirt he was wearing. 

“Are you looking for someone?” He asked briskly, clearly wanting to get this conversation over with quickly

The other boy looked offended that he had the audacity to ask you the question. “Jeno, what if she’s a spy?”

“Well, Renjun, let’s give her a chance. She already knows our names thanks to you.”   

Renjun just huffed and looked at you. “So, spill.” 

“Wow, rude,” you commented, rolling your eyes for a dramatic effect. “Also, I’m looking for Park Jisung. This is his house, after all.” 

You heard a sniffle from the background. “Let her in. It’s just (Y/n).” Giving a smirk directed to the boy at the door, you let yourself in and took your shoes off before running to the boy. 

“Jisungie, I’m here for you.” You heard a muffled audio vibrate in your pocket and realized that you had left Jaemin hanging. “Jaemin is here too. What happened?”

Jisung looked absolutely heartbroken. He was struggling to contain his tears and you pulled him into a tight hug. “It’s okay. Let it out.” You stayed there in that position, hugging as the two boys behind you awkwardly shuffled around and grabbed some water. 

The taller, Jeno, tapped you on the shoulder and held up two bottles of water. “It’s a sorry...for how I acted before. Also Jisung might get dehydrated from all this crying.” You accepted the beverage gratefully and rubbed the sobbing boy’s shoulders before prying him off of you. 

“Drink,” you commanded. 

Renjun moved to squat beside you and handed the younger a tissue box. He turned to you. “Sorry I was harsh to you too. How do you know Jisung?” 

Ah, he was straight to the point. Well, as long as he acknowledged you weren’t dangerous, it’d suffice. 

“They’ve known each other since they were kids,” Jaemin shouted through your phone speaker. 

“I keep forgetting you’re here,” you snorted.

“How rude.” You could practically hear him pout as he said that. 

Renjun, on the other hand, was pretty interested. “Jaemin, Jeno told me you got shot?” 

“Uh, yeah,” he replied. “It was a fake.” You heard Jisung cough in the background. 

“Anyway, I’m glad you’re okay. Stay on the down low for a bit,” Jeno spoke firmly. You could hear a leader like vibe radiating from him. It was scary. 

“Yes, sir,” Jaemin quipped. “Ight, (Y/n), imma head out.” With that meme worthy exit, he hung up on you. 

Jisung seemed to finally calm down and was breathing normally, almost a look of determination in his eyes. “(Y/n)-” 

“Uh... does she know?” Renjun interrupted. 

“The Dragon?” You responded, wanting to show him that you did have some knowledge. “Yeah, I do.”

Jeno quirked his eyebrows and plopped down beside you. “So you know I’m the temporary leader while Mark is out?” Well, no you didn’t. But that made sense. 

“I assumed that.” He seemed to like your reply and then gave you a little smile. 

“Our maknae...baby Jisung, he received terrible news from an incident that occurred not too long ago.” You leaned in to hear him closer, as if the distance would clear up your curiosity. “His soulmate received a bugged package that exploded. It was on impact…”

You heard a whimper and saw Renjun patting the younger on the shoulder. 

“When did it happen?” You asked. “Specifically?”

“Last week. Um, about six days ago? At night, around eight?” You gasped. That timing seemed familiar to you. A bit too familiar. 

“Who did it?”

“We don’t know. Our intelligence can’t determine how it got to her hands.” This time, it was Renjun who responded. 

“Jisung, can’t you use a tracker or hack a camera to figure that out?”

He shook his head, puffy eyes meeting yours for the first time that day. “I sent that package. I didn’t know she’d get it. I-I fell in love with her too.” He quickly gasped before covering his mouth. 

“I know,” you said. “I know you don’t have a soulmate.”

“You’re a smart girl,” Jeno commented. “We can use you.” You didn’t know whether to respond to that as a compliment or to fight him, so you did the next best thing: ignore him. 

“Well, I guess I signed up for this in a way,” he responded, downcast. 

You sighed. This wasn’t good. You were finding yourself in a similar predicament as him and you were afraid to find out what would happen if you treaded the same path. 

The rest of the day dwindled just like that: Jisung mourning with the three of you trying to console and comfort him. You learned more about Jeno and Renjun and obtained all their socials as well. 

When you arrived back home, Jaemin welcomed you with open arms and a wet smooch to your cheeks. Haechan, who probably arrived a bit after you left the call, was sitting adjacent to you guys in the living room looking grim. You were surprised to see him so serious, not even breaking out of character to strangle Jaemin for his affection.

“How’s Jisung doing?” 

“Fine. It’ll take a while to get over it.” 

Jaemin nodded understandingly and brought you down to sit next to the other boy, handing you some pizza bites and mozzarella sticks. You thanked him and ate properly for the first time that day. 

Haechan observed you grabbing the cheesy snack before swooping in and taking a big bite from the piece in your hand. You glared at him. 

“(Y/n), I found out some information that you wouldn’t like to hear.”

“What?” You asked. 

“Jisung’s girlfriend received the package. But that was one of my packages. And I can guarantee you that it did not have any explosives when I sent it out.”

You must’ve looked really perplexed because both boys broke out in light hearted laughter. 

“Don’t make that face,” Jaemin finally spoke. “You’re so cute, I might eat you up instead.” You nearly threw up at his cheesiness and threw a stick at him. Lucky for him, he caught it in his mouth and scrunched his nose at you. “Nice try, baby.”

Haechan gagged. “You two are disgusting.” 

The two of you chuckled in response before you decided to talk about the elephant in the room. “So you’re saying that the package was bugged?”

“By who?” Jaemin inquired. The other boy shook his head. You all decided to leave the matter hanging in the air and ate to your heart’s content before retiring for the night. Haechan waved you two goodbye and left as you got ready for bed. 

By now, you were more than comfortable to sleep with Jaemin and his injury was healing quite well. He was the little spoon today, seemingly more sensitive than before. You combed your hand through his hair. “What’s wrong?”

“That...what if that package was the one I sent?” 

Oof. You had speculated that he’d arrive at this conclusion. So had you. 

“It could be.” 

“But who spiked it?”

“Dunno.”

Those were the only words exchanged before sleep lulled you both into the realm of sleep. This time, the dream you had was even more frightening. You were in a room that was dark and cold. You couldn’t see a single thing beyond the stone walls and that terrified you. It seemed so realistic. The musty basement smell that permeated the air was giving you nausea in your dream. 

A brown dragon swirled around, moving in before attempting to wrap around you. You tried so hard to free yourself, but it was becoming harder to breathe with each passing minute. Feeling a spark of hope, you yelled into the void and woke yourself up to the morning light. Except, it wasn’t morning light. It was the bright light from a bulb above that flickered tic, tok, tic, tok, until it too went out. 

That was how you found yourself stuck in your current predicament. You had a vague recollection of getting thrown out of a car and walking into a warehouse, the general directions fuzzy to you. There wasn’t much more that you could recall, detail-wise. 

After a few minutes, you heard shuffling and a resounding thud against the door. The person let out curses as they struggled opening the knob and resorted to kicking the door down. It went silent for a couple of seconds and you were afraid that the guards had woken up and decided to fight back. You moved your feet in an attempt to move a bit farther from the door, in case there was an enemy who would barge in. 

Feeling all hope of your rescuer disappearing, you let out a sob. “Please, please hurry.” 

Although your hands were free, your feet were still bound to the chains and you couldn’t go far without making a ruckus. It was futile but you tried to bang the shackles against the floor of the mini prison. There wasn’t much point in doing that, but you wanted to somehow reassure the person on the other side (if they were alive) that you were still kicking and alert of their presence. 

You heard a click and a creak of the door, signaling the person had gotten through. Blinding light filled your vision and you squeezed your eyes shut. You heard a figure run towards you and fall to their knees, hugging you tightly.

“You’re safe now. I won’t let them hurt you. Not ever. I got you.”

“J-Jaemin?” You’d recognize that voice anywhere. He spilled apologies, putting his head on top of yours and rubbing his hand on your back to comfort you. Jaemin held onto you as if you were the last thing he’d ever hold and that was bringing tears to your eyes.

“I’m so happy to see you,” you admitted, sniffling and slowly opening your eyes to adjust to the scenery around you. The two of you were in the damp cell, with the only source of light coming from the open door in front of you. Miraculously, the guards who had initially brought here (assumingly) were lying unconscious on the ground, mouths hanging open as if they had been taken by surprise. 

“I thought I lost you,” he confessed. “I can’t believe I hurt you. It’s my fault, but I have to make this right.” He pulled out a tool from his pant pocket and swiftly waved it, revealing a lock-picking point. You understood his intention and turned around, putting your bound feet onto his lap. He made quick work on the bindings, easily twisting and shifting through the locks until they fell apart. 

You sighed in relief at the feeling of blood rushing through your legs and massaged them. He raised his eyebrows at you and let out a laugh in the ironic moment. 

“You freed your hands by yourself? That’s my girl,” he complimented, pressing a kiss to your cheek before standing up and giving you a hand. “We don’t have time. Jisung’s waiting with the car.” Time was of the essence. This wasn’t a time to become sentimental, so you wiped your tears as you stood up, accepting his hand. 

The two of you cautiously took a step outside the room and looked both ways as you headed down the hall. Your getaway route was easy. Just a left, then a sharp turn to the right, and the door would be straight to the right. A couple of stairs would lead to the entrance of the warehouse and you could escape from the abandoned building. You had memorized the route when you were brought into the warehouse and Jaemin followed your instructions, trusting your memory. When you asked him how he entered, he replied that he simply popped down from the roof and that the helicopter had flown away already.

Learning enough about him to know that it wouldn’t do you any good to bother asking question about his methods, you squeezed his hand and moved forward.  He reciprocated the action and pulled you closer to him as you neared the edge. Jaemin peered past the opening and signaled that it was clear. Honestly, you were surprised. You hadn’t expected it to seem this easy.

It seemed that your anxiety agreed. Adrenaline was pumping through your body and you could hear sharp noises of what seemed like a rat scurrying through the pipes. Your nerves were practically on fire at each movement you took through the hallways, but it seemed that you had nothing to worry about as you arrived at the door. 

“Not bad, huh?” Jaemin whispered with a grin. 

You rolled your eyes. “Have you never watched dramas? No protagonist says that.”

“Shh, nerd,” he replied. But as he pushed the door that says pull, you let out a snort.

“Yeah, I’m the nerd here. At least I know how to open doors,” you retorted, pushing his aside to open the door. 

The rickety metal stairs were slightly rusty, but they looked in good enough shape to walk in. You placed all your bets on a line as you inched forward onto the platform, hoping that there’d be no noise. Jaemin walked behind you, one hand hovering over your waist as he looked below in search for any enemy. 

Going down the stairs was tricky. The shadow of the warehouse masked the two of you well enough that you wouldn’t be in direct sunlight. Thankfully, there wasn’t a lot of noise from the steps and you finally made your way down to the last step.

Jaemin suddenly paused in his step, sniffing the air. You turned to look at him. 

“What?”

“Shit, we’ve been bamboozled. Can’t you smell it?”

You looked up and smelled the air, sensing the musty smell of an old moldy basement. However, you could faintly smell something else like rotten eggs. Was that something that should strike you as odd? “Smell what?” 

“We’re gonna have to try to run for it, but it’s dangerous.” You looked at him, stunned, but nodded your head nonetheless. 

“Now?” He mumbled a yeah and the two of you took off to the opening of the warehouse. As soon as you were halfway to the exit, there was a thud and the giant cover slammed down. You were completely engulfed in darkness.

Jaemin was still holding your hand, but you could feel him shaking. 

As bright lights turned on, you found yourself surrounded by a group of thugs. A familiar face walked out of the crowd and stood in the center, holding a gun cockily and giving you two a smirk. 

“Well, well, well. Look who we caught.” His voice sounded as if he had calculated the end result of a simple game of chess - only that game of chess was in his favor and he was about to declare a checkmate anytime soon.

You almost felt your jaw drop. “Is that...no way?”

Jaemin, on the other hand, didn’t look too surprised. Rather, he looked angry. This was not the outcome he wanted and he felt betrayed. There was no way either of you could have stopped this in the end. “Jisungie-” 

“Don’t call me that,” the younger snapped. The heels of his boots echoed through the warehouse as he approached you and lifted your chin with the butt of his gun. 

“Who do you think sent you the wrong information the other night?” 

You heard an audible gasp beside you and saw Jaemin’s eyes widening in realization. “That’s why the deal busted. Even though I made sure it was safe.” He lowered his hands down to his abdomen as if he were still feeling the aftermath of the phantom pain resonating in his body. 

Jisung chuckled and waved his hands around. “No, no, no, you have it all wrong, You didn’t make sure it was safe. I made sure it wasn’t safe.” He put his hands in his pocket and pulled out two pairs of earplugs. One had the signature engraving that Renjun usually drew on his raw material. The other was a counterfeit, quite similar to the other, but missing the symbol. 

“You gave me a fake? That cost your girlfriend her life!” Jaemin was raising his voice and you could sense him visibly losing his cool. The other men who were standing guard immediately pointed their weapons at him to warn him from acting foolishly. You were at a disadvantage and if you didn’t get out soon, this would go downhill very quickly. 

There was a sliver of hope in your mind that the ring on your finger was still working well enough in the abandoned region to gain satellite positioning and alert your other friends where you guys were. However, you knew that Jisung also had access to the technology and he probably would’ve found a way to shut it down. 

At this point, Jaemin looked like he was about to lunge at Jisung, weapon or no weapon, and he probably would have done it if you didn’t put an arm on his shoulder. “Not now,” you said rationally. With his head practically being a red target for the enemy, you knew that any rash actions would lead to your demise. 

His gaze pierced into yours before he relaxed, stepping back and taking a deep breath. The tension in the room was high and Jisung seemed to enjoy this turn of events. 

“(Y/n), I’m so glad to see you making the right decision,” he praised you. 

You were gritting your teeth at his comment. “That doesn’t mean I’m letting you off the hook. Why are you doing all of this?” 

He rolled his eyes before mocking you in a high pitched voice. “Have you ever been in my shoes?” 

Jaemin huffed. “Here we go with the dramatic villain monologue…”

Jisung ignored him and continued his rant, posing with one hand on his hips and the other waving his gun in the air. You’d have to admit that he looked a little cute when he was mad, only if you ignored the situation that you were in and pretended that you were all shooting a film instead. His pout only made him look like a child who was throwing a tantrum to his parents.

“I’ve always been the underdog. What do I do? Sit around with a bunch of monitors and track people or things while breaking into firewalls all day. Do you know how boring and tedious that is?”

“Uh yeah, that’s what a hacker does,” Jaemin mumbled. 

“And you know what the saddest part is? I wasn’t there for the love of my life when she died. Because I have more ‘important’ things to do. And you know who killed her?” He was starting to pace back and forth. 

You were getting nervous at his actions. Forget about his big motive reveal, you had never heard the usually docile boy talk this much and felt sad that you weren’t there to comfort him at his most vulnerable time. “Who?” You asked, even though you had a feeling you knew the answer. 

“Our gang. Jaemin...you were assigned to kill her.” 

This time, it was Jaemin’s turn to be shocked. “W-what? I didn’t kill her. I didn’t know,” he denied the accusation. 

“Jaems...” You looked at him. 

He shook his head. “Honest to god, I did not. Why would I do that to my baby? If only I’d known-”

“Don’t call me that. You don’t have the right to call me that anymore.” Jisung was practically shaking from anger and a sadness that was bubbling slowly to the surface. “They told you to deliver a package-“

“Oh my-no way. Jisung, is it possible that the hidden explosive was made from someone in the group?” 

The boy nodded. “Yes. It was. She didn’t see it coming and neither did I when I sent you the location and told you to leave. I didn’t...I didn’t know she’d be the receiver and people would stop you from checking the contents before delivering it.” 

You knew that this conversation wasn’t about you, but you did know you’d have to do something quick. Not quite thinking straight, you stepped in the middle. 

“Ji-she’d never want you to do this. How were either of you supposed to know?” 

“He should’ve known!” Jisung yelled back. You flinched at his outburst. “Whenever we send packages, it’s always-“ His sentence faded with a choked sob. He was broken. It didn’t take a genius to figure that out. 

Beside you, Jaemin looked helpless and absolutely gutted. He had caused his best friend pain without even realizing what he was doing and now he was stepping on a minefield with every passing second. He looked so conflicted as if he wanted to help him, but he couldn’t. Jisung was so broken. 

You took a deep breath and walked up to the younger boy. All signs of hostility had left his body and he was hunched over in pain. Even though you had suffered a bit at his hands, he was still the one who’d hold you close and console you whenever you were down. You figured that unlike Jaemin, you had a chance to get closer and disarm the boy in his moment of weakness. 

Your assumption was correct as Jisung immediately crumpled into your hold and let out all of the pain he’d been holding back. 

“I’m so sorry,” he mumbled over and over as you tried to hush him. A soft thump resounded against the concrete ground as he let go of his weapon. 

“Why’re you sorry?” Jaemin cautiously approached you two and hovered his arms around you both, checking to make sure he wouldn’t get attacked by anyone before he engulfed you two in a tighter hug. 

Jisung only sobbed louder and mumbled something under his breath that you strained to hear. “Huh?” You asked. 

“Issa trap. I’m so sorry” Although his voice was muffled against your shirt, you could understand his speech. Jaemin also seemed to understand what he was saying this time and he looked at you, his eyes widened. 

Before you could adjust to this new information, you heard the sound of a magazine being inserted and a couple of bullets ringing out, eliminating all the guards. 

The Dragon, or should you say the leader of the gang. Lee Jeno, stared coldly at your little circle. His gun was pointing at Jaemin, the red pointer clearly indicating a small mark at your boyfriend's left shoulder. 

“Good job, Jisung. You’re the perfect little agent.” Jisung whimpered in your hold and held you tighter, if possible. He was afraid. It was safe to say that you were too. 

Jeno had this crazed look in his eyes as he glanced at Jaemin. “You’ve ran for long enough. It’s time for you to go. Any last words?” 

The boy stared defiantly back in response. “I’m not dying. My girl, best friend, and I will make it out of here.” He didn’t seem too sure of those words as his voice wavered. 

Jeno huffed at the retort. “You sound unsure of yourself.” He was taking small steps and walking over with his gun never leaving the mark.

“Don’t kill him,” you spoke up. “You need to let go of this delusioned idea you have of people. Not everyone is like you.”

“So? I couldn’t get my love. Why should he? You know what happens to those who defy fate. I was meant to be your obstacle,” he reasoned, almost trying to convince himself why he was doing this.

You found a weak spot in his hesitance and decided to strike. “If this is about soulmates, you can learn to love again. Love comes in all shapes and forms. If you weren’t destined for a lover, then love your friends. Love the people around you. If you can’t do that much, how could you live knowing that you hurt so many of your own gang member’s chances at love?”  

“It’s all jealousy,” he shouted back. Jeno was less than a meter away from you by now. Pure adrenaline was pumping through your blood and you were ready to fight-or-flight. The fear from earlier was dissipating into a feeling far more rushing. 

Jaemin stood up from his spot beside you as he and Jeno were now finally face to face. “We were like brothers. I’m sad to see you’ve chosen this path.” He sounded disappointed as if he were scolding a child rather than facing death in the eyes. 

Jeno just chuckled and thumbed at the activator. “Do you know why they say you shouldn’t defy fate?” You squeezed your eyes shut just before you could see Haechan, Renjun, and Chenle burst through the opening and reach out to stop the boy. 

But it was far too late. 

He shot.

You finally realized why they always told you to never break the soulmate rule. The one who you loved would always die.

You had averted your eyes to avoid watching Jaemin fall to the ground, clutching his shoulder - or should you say, his Achilles heel. It wasn’t quick. It wasn’t painless either. 

The boys had reached you guys way too late. It was kind of ironic. They said heroes would always be there in time to save you, but they never did. You couldn’t be the one to divert fate.  

It was almost as if a crescendo background music had ceased. The blood rushing through your body from pure adrenaline was almost deafening at this point but there was no way you could miss his body dropping to the floor. 

But there was no way you missed how Jaemin crawled to hold your hand and tell you he loved you and he would continue to love you in every life. He said he’d go meet you every time, even if he didn’t have a soulmate mark, because he knew you’d be the only one for him. 

Haechan had later seized Jeno’s weapon and wrestled him to the ground. Nothing, however, could change the fact of the events that transpired. The gang decided to eliminate their current leader and reinstate Mark, who’d been angry at the news. It wasn’t a very happy ending, but you were satisfied that the boys stayed by your side. 

Later, much much later, Jisung held you in his arms as Jaemin’s passing finally hit you. Oh, how the roles were reversed. It just wasn’t fair. Not at all. Such a beautiful life had been taken from Jaemin before he could truly experience life all because he dared to fall in love. 

Now you were determined to hold on to the sliver of life just to keep living for him out of spite. Even if you weren’t meant to fall in love, you had met an angel who dared to show you what heaven was like. Sure it wasn’t ideal and it burned fast, but you had enjoyed the ride. You wouldn’t cry anymore. No, you were over it. It was time to pick yourself up and be strong, for yourself and for Jaemin.

Tag list (i’ll try to do this for my next series): @markleeswifeee​

[yangyeet]

You know that eerie feeling when you go to an abandoned carnival at night that you had once associated with joy, laughter, and the sounds of carnival rides whirling endlessly for a night of fun? It leaves a strange feeling in the back of everyone’s minds, like this ominous cloud of something that isn’t meant to exist. Nearly everyone’s neighborhoods have a place they can relate with this feeling, including yours.

The comfort and childhood memories were all as good as gone when a series of several incidents plagued the once-lively local carnival, rumors of ghosts and whispers of lost souls replacing them. At first, it was passed off as a coincidence and the locals dismissed all attempts of investigation. Many years passed by, but only a few teenagers had dared to enter and test the spirits that were rumored to haunt the place. Once a person entered the area after dark, they were never heard from again. 

Soon enough, the carnival was officially shut down for good and surrounded by caution tape to warn those who dared the same unfortunate fate. However, a fateful night changed all things. You were walking with your friends after a fun night out when you all stumbled upon the haunted region. Thinking nothing of it, your friend grabbed your hand and led you towards the decaying entrance. When you arrived there, it felt so unhinged. There was a clear sign that something was amiss. 

As it turns out, a group of young boys had also stood in the same position you two were in now, looking for some adrenaline-rushing trouble. Now, those children were just stories of the past who were meant as a fear tactic to scare you off. 

When you entered the carnival, despite the goosebumps that were trying to warn you, you saw a sight you never thought you’d see. Six boys were hanging out on the carousel, staring daggers at your group with a look you could only describe as a mixture of melancholy and anger.

“Who...who are you?” Your friend asked, taking the first step forward. 

“You shouldn’t have come here. We’re the lost souls of the past. Save us, please.”  

[yangyeet]

Unexpected Sleepovers

Pairing: Best Friend!Renjun x (fem!)Reader

Genre: Smut 

Word Count: 2.4K

All you could think about was how wrong the situation was, but you couldn’t help it. It felt way too good to stop. 

You were over at your best friend, Renjun’s, house for your weekly sleepover, but he had abandoned you in lieu of taking a shower in his bathroom. You knew he liked to take his time so you made yourself comfortable under the warmth of the covers. 

His bed was so inviting and very soft, making you feel as if you had jumped into a cloud that was comfortable and fluffy. Everything in his bed reminded him of you. The baby blue covers reminded you of all the sleepovers that you had with him throughout the years. The small plushy thrown to his side of the bed refreshed your memories to the time the two of you had gone to the amusement park and he’d insisted on beating the dart-throwing game to win the grand prize. He ended up losing several times so you had pushed him aside and tried your shot at it, winning in almost instantly. You smiled fondly at the memory. 

However, the softness all faded when you felt another overpowering emotion overcome you. The overpowering sweet scent permeating throughout his room was his perfume, enveloping the pillows and sheets. You closed your eyes and felt yourself being wrapped around Renjun’s presence in the room.

His scent reminded you of every hug, every time you touched, and every time you’d be next to each other. It was so familiar and yet so intense. 

Even though he was just a friend, the two of you had a lot of sexual tension that had grown for far too long. You didn’t miss the glances he would send you in the middle of a lecture or the way he brushed his fingers against yours for a second too long to be considered appropriate. You especially couldn’t miss the way that his eyes would check you out from afar and the way his friends would nudge his shoulders teasingly whenever you walked over.

Of course, none of his attempts had been one-sided. You always returned his actions. Whenever he’d lace his hands into yours, you’d squeeze his tightly and not let go. Every time he winked at you, you’d wink back and send an air kiss. Now, you were sick and tired of your little flirting game not moving any further than simple touches and sweet words.

Turning to the side, you muffled into his pillow in frustration. It smelled just like him - fruity and sweet. The scent was practically wrapping around you suffocatingly at this point. 

You couldn’t help it anymore and slipped your hands into your pants, giving yourself some relief from the tension. Hoping to get off quickly before Renjun walked back into the room, you rubbed your fingers over your underwear, feeling pleasure at the friction formed from the cotton against your clit. A loud sigh left your mouth and you instantly bit down on his pillow. You were trying your best to keep your sounds to a minimum, but it was difficult considering the situation you were in. Renjun was in the bathroom right next door and you wouldn’t want him to hear you.

It’s not like you wouldn’t want him to know. You just prefered that he would know in...other ways. Imagining him walking in on you like this would be very hot, extremely so, but you couldn’t imagine how he would react seeing you in his bed like this - a desperate, horny mess for him even though the two of you were just friends. 

Being in a situation where you could potentially get caught by your crush and best friend turned you on much more than you had expected.  Slipping your other hand over your breasts, you moved in the same rhythm, speeding up the pace when you felt your peak approaching. 

You finally decided you had enough and pushed your underwear to the side, slowly pushing a digit in. In the back of your mind, you knew what you were doing was so wrong considering the circumstances, but it felt so good. 

You fingered yourself, imagining that you were riding Renjun’s hands. His delicate, long fingers would be stretching you perfectly, rubbing your walls, as he hovered over you and watched you fall apart. Just the very thought had you moaning for his touch. 

Your mind was growing fuzzier and you were starting to get lost in the pleasure. It wasn’t long before you felt yourself quickly approaching your peak. You thrashed around the bedsheet, taking out your other hand to grasp the bedsheets when you heard a soft gasp. 

No, no, no. That was the first thought that ran through your mind. Initially, you didn’t think it was real and maybe the noise was a figment of your imagination. When you heard the sound of softer shuffling, you closed your eyes and pulled the covers over your head, peeking out to see your best friend standing in front of you wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist.  

“Hi,” you squeaked out. 

“Why did you stop? Don’t mind me.” He was pouting. The boy had the audacity to pout at you when he was only wrapped in a skimpy little towel. You nearly screeched. 

“When did you even come in?” You were starting to feel self-conscious, but your fingers were still buried in you, having a slight sliver of hope that you could continue when he left - or rather, if he left. Renjun seemed to notice your inner struggle and coughed shyly.

“I forgot my clothes.” He motioned to the bed stand beside you and your eyes followed, suddenly noticing for the first time that all of his clothes were folded neatly.

“Oh,” you replied, at a loss for better words. 

“Oh,” he echoed back, walking towards his desk. You sighed, thinking that he would drop the subject and leave after he grabbed his outfit to change. However, when he took a U-turn and sat on the bed, you knew he was far from done. 

“Mind showing me?” Renjun grabbed the covers to lift them, but you clutched onto it tighter with your free hand and wrapped it around you.

“Are you just here to make fun of me?” 

A glint appeared in his eyes and he moved a little closer to you, lifting his feet onto the bed. “Isn’t that what you wanted? For me to catch you?”

You closed your eyes shut. Was this really happening? The guy who you considered your best friend was practically giving you the opportunity to go farther with him. Would anything change? Before you could overthink, you nodded your head. 

“Use your words, baby.” His voice dropped lower as he crawled next to you. 

“Yes,” you breathed out, loosening your grip on the cover and turning to face him. He was so close that you could feel him breathing shakily, despite his dominant demeanor. There was a comfortable silence for a couple of seconds as he searched your face for any sign of hesitation or a signal to stop. When he was satisfied, seeing you were okay with this, he tilted your chin up to meet him in a chaste kiss. 

You knew that things weren’t going to be the same anymore, but you were fine with that. His lips were oh-so soft, tasting like the strawberry chapstick that he always used after his shower. His skin was slightly blushed from the streaming water he was just in, some droplets of water dripping down the side of his face. You wrapped your hands around his neck, feeling the softness of his body settle to move on top of you. At this point, you were trapped under the covers, but you knew it wouldn’t be like that for long.  

“If you feel uncomfortable at any time, we can stop, alright?” 

The caring demeanor wiped off of his face as soon as you nodded, a cocky grin replacing it. He cooed and brushed some strands of hair behind your ears. “What are you hiding under the covers? You’ll show me, won’t you?”

You whimpered at the change and slowly exposed yourself to him, shy even though you still had your pants on. 

His eyes were practically devouring the sight, rolling back when he saw how innocently you were looking at him. “Oh my god, I absolutely want to ruin you. You have no idea how I held myself back,” he groaned. 

Renjun removed one of the two hands that he was using to lift himself and rubbed your waist. “Such a dirty girl. You didn’t think I would catch you like this, did you?”

Somehow, you gained enough confidence to squeak out your answer. “I did want you to know.”

“Hm, you did? What a bad girl.” He leaned down to nuzzle his nose into your neck and press soft kisses, trailing up your jaw to your ear. You felt a shiver run down your spine when he blew wind into your ear. 

“Renjun, do something,” you whined. If he wasn’t going to do anything and just mess around, you’d rather finish the job yourself. His hand was resting against your waist, lifeless and you wanted him to do much more right now. 

The look on his face told you otherwise. It seemed that he didn’t like your tone and he let out a huff. “So bad, telling me what to do. You want my pretty hands, don’t you? I can see the way you’re looking at them right now. Why don’t you show me how bad you want it.”

Pulling off of you, Renjun leaned back to look at you from your side, waiting for your move. He slowly pulled his towel down as he watched you shyly bring your hands back down. He was watching your every move, making you feel kind of nervous, but also excited at this turn of events. 

Feeling a small burst of courage, you shimmied your pants down, leaving you in your lace underwear and t-shirt (that technically belonged to Renjun). You heard a sharp gasp from the boy next to you and almost smiled at how turned on he was. Almost. 

Your attention shifted to his hand lowering down his abdomen, teasingly lifting his shirt. “Mm, you’re so hot. Can I take off your panties?” Your heart went soaring at the fact that he was asking for permission, cautious and caring for you even though you knew he wanted nothing more than to flip you over and fuck you until the only thing you would remember is his name. Or at least that’s what you imagined as you looked over at him, eyelids heavy.

“Of course,” you breathed out. His hand reached out and reached everywhere, your cheeks, neck, stomach, waist, and then finally your lace panties. Teasingly, you lifted your hips and waited for him to pull them down. He followed through and leaned down to press soft kisses to your tummy, causing you to giggle. 

“Go ahead,” he commanded. “Touch yourself for me.”

Although your first instinct was to shut your legs from his prying eyes, you will yourself to keep them open and swirled your fingers around your hole before thrusting them in, following the pace you had previously before you were interrupted. You nearly forgot that you weren’t the only one in the room as you got lost in the pleasure.

Renjun was practically aching at this point, his cock straining against his boxers. He lowered his hand down slowly, keeping his eyes on you as he palmed himself to the same rhythm as your hand. Wanting to feel more than just the friction of his clothes, he slipped his boxers down and pulled out his leaking cock. It looked painfully hard, red and twitching at the slightest touch. 

Soon, all that filled the room were panting and the wet sounds of your fingers pumping in and out.  You felt yourself approaching you high. Renjun looked like he was in ecstasy, pupils dilated and mouth open in pleasure. He was letting out the prettiest sounds and you were very sure that he had the most attractive voice you’d ever heard in your life. If this is what he sounded like, you’d love to hear that sound more often.

His moans were bouncing off the walls, directly affecting your core. You felt the tight knot in your abdomen build up again and started moving your hips to meet your fingers. “Fu-Renjun, I’m so close,” you whined.

“Oh, you are? Why don’t you come for me,baby? I want to hear you.” 

He started bucking his hips into his fist and leaned forward to kiss your lips, leaning back right before you reached your peak so he could hear those pretty sounds leave your mouth. He came soon after, riding his high and then collapsing beside you. Renjun brought his hand, the one that wasn’t ruined with his cum, up to your face and stroked your cheeks lightly with a dazed grin on his face. 

You leaned into his touch and turned to kiss his palm, not hesitating to smile at him. “That was nice.”

“Yeah, that was nice,” he echoed back, looking at you with fondness in his eyes. “I-honestly, I wanted to tell you before, but it seems now is the right time.”

Shifting your position to face him, you nuzzled your nose into his neck. “Hm?”

“I like you. A lot. I always have and I want to ask…” He was nervous. You could tell by the way he gulped and his adam’s apple bobbed above you, hands fidgeting and playing with the hair on the back of your head now. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“You’re asking now?” You teased. He pouted and jokingly pushed you off. 

“I tried to express my feelings for once and this is what you do? I’m offended.” 

You chuckled and pressed a brief kiss to his lips. “Of course I will.”

“Good, because I’m not done with you.” You gasped as he flipped you over and trapped you under him, smirking at your shocked expression. “I’ve been waiting too long, so I’ll take my time.”

Little did you know, you would have the time of your life that night with Renjun pouring out all of his built up desire for you, murmuring endless love confessions into your ears. 

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omgggg i’m in love with part 2 💛💛 i read the tags and i can’t believe you wrote that in such a short amount of time haha you’re like one of the students that does a whole 2,000 word essay the hour before it’s due and still gets a good grade lol

awee thank you so much!! 💚i honestly didn’t think anyone would read the tags but omg i’ve written so many assignments last minute (although I don’t recommend it 😂🤧) you know what they say though: you gotta bring out the ‘pro’ in procrastination 😜

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Is This Heaven (pt. 2)

Pairing: Jaemin x Reader (ft. friends!Jisung & Donghyuck)

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Status: Finished. Preview Here! Part 1 Here! Part 3 Here!

Prompt: In a world where people have their soulmate’s name on their body somewhere, you find yourself caught in a dilemma that would result in a whirlwind of events. Are you ready to face this challenge in a world known to be cruel? Will you find your heaven in a place where people refuse to follow their hearts? Or will you fall as a victim to the legend?

Word Count: 3.4K

There was no use. No matter how much you tried, how much you strained your voice, there was no one to hear you. You were alone in your cell - screaming, shouting, shaking - but there wasn’t a soul who could console your cries. 

You fought hard against the metal shackles binding your legs, but there was no sign of the chain loosening. Feeling hopeless, you gave up on freeing your feet and chose to focus on your hands. Thankfully, they had only wrapped your hands with an annoying itchy rope. It was a nuisance, but it seemed pretty useless in terms of functionality. Thinking about ways you could free yourself, you tried to rub your hands against each other. That only resulted in small scratches on your wrist. 

Suddenly, you remembered the ring on your finger that Jaemin had given you not too long ago. He had instructed for you to use it when you found yourself in a sticky situation. Initially at that time, you weren’t really sure what he had meant and assumed it was his quirky way of presenting you a promise ring. Now, you were more than grateful that he had the hindsight. 

Swirling your hand, you flipped the mini ring and revealed a blade that was easily concealed in the metal. You cut through the ropes in a few seconds. Hissing at the slight sting and redness the rope left behind, you massaged your hands to ease the pain. Finally having some freedom in your limbs, you stretched and groaned, remembering how you got into this mess in the first place. 

“Baby, it’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Jaemin.”

It took you a couple of seconds to realize that the boy was speaking to you. You were fixated on the arm wrapped around his waist, splattered with little specks of red. “You’re bleeding,” was all you could muster yourself to let out in response. 

“Oh this? It’s nothing,” he dismissed, continuing to smile brightly as if the injury was nothing and the three of you were hanging out leisurely. 

Haechan walked in at that moment. “Little?”  He was practically seething, but he chose not to burst out in fear of frightening you more than you already were. Jaemin gave him a side glance, signaling him to drop the subject. 

There was no doubt that you were curious at the exchange, but you knew when to drop the subject. Instead, you chose to focus on your friend dipping a cloth into alcohol and gesturing for the wounded boy to take his shirt off. 

You decided to give a helping hand and set down a dry towel to soak up the small puddles Haechan had made while bringing over the antiseptic. Jaemin threw his shirt to the laundry basket on the other side of the room and earned an offended hey from Haechan. 

Although you really didn’t mean to peek at him, you couldn’t help yourself. His body was well defined. Hard, lean muscles decorated his body, showing you that he clearly worked out vigorously in his free time. His chest was shuddering up and down, straining from the pain he was experiencing. There was a small gash in his abdomen, not deep enough to cause alarm, but enough for him to bleed out if you two didn’t help him out. Luckily, there was no apparent internal injury. You unintentionally let out a sigh of relief, not even realizing that you had been holding your breath while ogling at the boy.

“It isn’t polite to stare, you know,” Jaemin joked. “If you take a picture, it’ll last longer.” 

“Okay, Romeo. Hold your breath,” Haechan interrupted, annoyed at the interaction. He took the towel and began wiping delicately at the skin. “(Y/n), bring the bowl over here, can you clean his back? I got another towel?”

You nodded and cautiously walked over to the pink-haired boy who was eyeing you intensely. Grabbing the towel that was lying on the table, you dipped the cloth in the alcohol before wringing out the excess liquid. This was honestly the first time you had tended to an injury like this, but you did know how to clean a wound from your basic first aid classes. You found a small space that was just enough for you to squeeze in and slide behind him. Chuckling at the odd situation, you honestly thought the situation you found yourself in wasn’t too bad. 

His back had slight scratches on it, but thankfully, it was nothing like the wound on the other side. However, you realized something strange. Jaemin didn’t have any marks on him. He was wearing shorts in the cold for some odd reason and sneakers, but the rest of his body was bare. You still found nothing - no sign of a soulmate tattoo that would indicate anything. The only thing you could see was a scar on his left shoulder blade. That wasn’t indicative of anything as far as you knew. 

Shaking your head at the random thought, you moved back to concentrate on cleaning his back until Jaemin let out a hiss. Immediately thinking that you pressed too hard, you pulled back to apologize. “Oh sorry, did I hurt you?” 

“No, it was Haechan. Your hands feel nice princess. Keep rubbing.”

You felt blood rush to your cheeks and slapped him lightly on the back. Haechan, on the other hand, was glaring so hard at Jaemin that his eyes were practically bulging out.. 

“That scar...how long have you had it?” Haechan asked him suspiciously. Jaemin shuddered before looking down at the carpet. 

“Not too long,” he answered. “It’s nothing.” 

Haechan ignored his brief answer and proceeded to interrogate him. “How many leads?” He questioned. 

“None,” Jaemin replied. “It was smooth.” 

You tapped Jaemin’s shoulders and he hummed. “I’m not gonna force you guys to tell me anything. But why?” You had so many questions swirling through your mind at this point, so you just blurted out the first thing that came to your mind. Why was he bleeding? Why couldn’t he, or Haechan and Jisung for that matter, tell you what was going on? Why was he so mysterious? There just weren’t enough ways for you to express what you were thrown into.

The boy looked down for a second before turning back to you. “Do you really want to know?” You nodded in response. He turned back around and looked at Haechan, as if asking for permission. The boy simply shook his head, signaling a no. Jaemin just shrugged and let out a big sigh. 

“He says no. I’ll let you know after a couple of dates.” He let out a wink.  

“I think not.” The boy who was doing his work chimed in, expertly finishing up with the towel and setting it down as he grabbed the antibiotic cream. “Hit on my friend, and I’ll make sure I’m the last person you see,” he threatened. Haechan was getting defensive at this point and you were frustrated. 

“I’m grown enough to make my own decisions,” you snapped back. 

“You don’t know him,” he shouted back. 

“And you do?” 

“Wait, stop it,” Jaemin intervened, looking between the two of you. “Haechan, the gauze.” The boy sighed loudly and proceeded with the final details, pressing down hard on purpose. The boy flinched and you glared at Haechan. 

“Fine. If you want to know so bad, Jaemin, why don’t you tell her now? Let her know what she just got involved in? She already helped clean up your mess. Tell her.” 

You perked your ears. What mess? Were they finally about to reveal their secret? You were practically itching to know what was going on. Were you being nosy? Yes. Curious? Also yes. Curiosity killed the cat, that was true, but satisfaction would always bring her back. 

The injured boy turned to you. “Anything we say stays between us. Alright? Although I trust you, sweetheart...gotta tell you.” You hummed and leaned comfortably next to him as you watched Haechan wrap the gauze. 

“So basically, we’re not the good guys you’d expect.” 

You nodded at the obvious. “Well, that’s pretty apparent. What do you guys do though?”

“Well...we’re a part of a gang.” He took a deep breath. “Haechannie here...he’s the gun and drug supplier. I’m the sweet face. The guy who talks to everyone and gets those deals, gets the girls at the club, drives over the speed limit on a high speed cop chase. Of course, I'm careful so the last part never happens.” 

Glancing at the boy in front of you, you had no doubt that of his position. Charming was practically his middle name and his godlike visuals were his poison. You weren’t surprised at all that he was the face of the operations. You nodded, letting him know that you were listening. 

“Jisungie, who’ll forever be our baby by the way-” Jaemin earned a groan from Haechan, “-he’s a hacker who does the cybercrime. Hacks CCTVs, intercepts enemy signals, the cool stuff.”

Your mouth dropped open. “Baby...Jisung? Hacker? What?” Both boys chuckled at your shock. 

“So you aren’t surprised I supply illegal materials?” Haechan asked, finding the situation so ironic. His job seemed so much more dangerous than the younger’s.

“No, I just always thought he had the 10 monitors for video games.” It would take time for you to process the latter. Jisung had kept such a huge secret from you regardless of that fact that you went over to his place practically every week. You were skirting on the edge of something much more dangerous than you had expected for a long time and this was exciting. It gave you a rush, knowing the guys who you thought were innocent, were actually a part of something much bigger. It was a change from the mundane lives they’d presented in the public eye.

“Anything else I should know?” You asked.

“Uh, I just got wounded from a busted deal. They hid a mole. Now, I’m here. Didn’t leave a trail though, so it should be okay for a while,” Jaemin responded. “Just don’t know where I should go tonight. My place isn’t safe now.” 

“You can’t stay here tonight. They might know you’re here. You have to go somewhere else,” Haechan stated with finality, crossing his arms. 

Jaemin huffed and pulled his phone out. A throwaway phone, you noted. “Jisungie has his girl over and Jeno and Injun are having their annual boys date. Can’t crash that. I’m stuck.” He was frustrated, despite his calm demeanor. 

You walked up to his sitting form on the sofa, grabbing his attention. “You’re not stuck. My place is open?” Of course, you had an alternative motive to this, but you wouldn’t reveal it that quickly.

Jaemin turned to you, flabbergasted that you would offer. “No, I-I can’t.” He turned to look at Haechan, who looked split. 

“As much as I hate you, (Y/n) is the only option right now.” Your mouth almost opened, surprised at how easily he accepted your proposal even though he was adamant about not letting the two of you associate a few moments ago. “I gave her your socials too and she’s friends with Jisung.”

The boy nodded and looked at you for confirmation that you were serious. “I am,” you responded, firmly putting your foot on the ground. You didn’t know if you would regret this decision, but you would be damned if you didn’t try. 

Jaemin seemed to like your response and got up, wincing and limping slightly as he walked towards the door. “Let’s leave now then. Haechannie, clean up well! Give my shirt back tomorrow.”

You followed him and hugged Haechan. He gave you a chaste kiss on your forehead and pulled you a little closer. “If he does anything suspicious, ring me.” You nodded at his protectiveness and jogged to the waiting boy. 

“Did he give you a warning,” he joked. 

“Yeah. He’ll kick your ass if you try something,” you responded nonchalantly. “Also, my house isn’t too far from here. Is it okay if we walk?” 

“Well, I clearly have an injury, but we don’t have other options, do we? If we walk in the shadows, it’ll be fine.” The two of you slowly walked under the dim light of the moon, attempting to hide in the shadows of the apartment buildings that loomed above. You felt a hand touch yours and looked down to see Jaemin lacing his fingers with yours. It felt nice. His soft hands provided warmth and reassurance, kind of like a spark. A spark that had been described to you many times in the past, but one that you never thought you’d feel. A soulmate spark. Jaemin was beaming at you, not showing any signs of him reciprocating the feeling. If he hadn’t felt that spark, you would know that fate was playing with you. That wasn’t be a good sign. 

It didn’t take long for you both to reach your place and you both safely entered after looking behind you guys several times. You didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary or someone trying to follow you, so you turned the lights on in the living room. “Make yourself at home,” you commented. 

“Did you have dinner?” He asked, as if the two of you were friendly roommates. You quirked an eyebrow at his casual behavior. 

“Yeah, ramen. You?” 

“A knife. For you.” Well that was cheesy. And weird. 

“There’s a guest room, Romeo. Sleep there. It’s the first door on the right. Bathroom to the left. If you want to watch TV, I have a Netflix account that I stole from a friend.” He took an interest in your mini house tour and occasionally gazed from the direction your hands would gesture to your face, noting the way that you scrunch your nose whenever you tried to remember where exactly all your rooms were located.  

“Cool. Netflix?” He asked, when you were finished with your extensive explanations. 

“That’s all you got from what I said? Should I make popcorn?” You laughed before offering the snack. He nodded enthusiastically, jumping on your sofa and grabbing the remote. 

“Gotta find a good show,” he responded when he was you judging him for acting childishly. It didn’t take long for you to pop a bag out of the cabinet and insert it into the microwave, giving you a minute to relax. The first thing you noticed was the way that his arms flexed as he melted into the sofa and let out a groan. He looked stressed and on edge, but was acting calm around you. With the lighting in your living room, you could clearly see that he didn’t have a soulmate mark for sure. 

“What’s on your mind, princess?” He asked. 

You choked at the nickname. “Nothing, baby. It isn’t an everyday thing to find out your friends are part of a gang,” you replied. He hummed. 

“Fair enough.” The smell of fresh popcorn permeated through the air and you took out the bag, momentarily forgetting it was hot and burning your hand. “You good?” 

“Yeah.” Taking a kitchen towel, you carefully opened the bag this time and poured the contents out into the bowl. 

“Smells so good,” he commented. Jaemin took the bowl from your hand and placed it in his lap as you glared at him. Feeling a little salty, you plopped down right next to him and scooped up a handful of popcorn. 

Looking at the TV screen, you almost snorted at the cheesy movie he put on. “Really? Dirty Dancing? You really are a Casanova, aren’t you?”

He smiled widely and ruffled your hair. “To be fair, the boys did warn you.” All you could do was roll your eyes in response and face the rolling movie. The plot wasn’t too bad and you found yourself being drawn into the fascinating world. You hadn’t noticed that the bowl of popcorn had moved to the middle, almost empty. Wanting some more popcorn, you absentmindedly moved your hand towards the assumed position of the bowl, but you were met with a warm thigh instead. Widening your eyes, you pulled back immediately. 

Jaemin chuckled and reached for your hand, dragging it back to the prior position. “Didn’t know you were that whipped for me. Should’ve just mentioned it.” 

You gulped nervously and licked your lips. This was moving way too fast. Time of my life was playing in the background, providing ambient music to your ironic situation. Jaemin gazed from your eyes to your lips and leaned forward and you found yourself closing that gap. 

It was the classic kiss that everyone would describe. Soft, plush lips moving against your own, lightly at first in hesitation and then diving in. It felt amazing, as if a part of you had been completed. If you could fly, you probably would’ve soared to the heavens at this point. The hand that wasn’t holding yours came up to tilt your jaw and you felt yourself softening into his touch.

That is, until you realized something. This feeling was the exact feeling that Jisung had described to you years ago. What you were feeling was love. Intense love that could only be associated with a soulmate, which you clearly did not have. 

Jaemin pulled back when you stopped kissing him back. “Did I do something wrong, princess?” He asked, backing off and giving you space. His eyes held a fearful look as if he had committed a crime by touching you.

You shook your head. “No, it’s not you. It’s just...d-do you have a mark?” 

He looked back down to his scarred arm. “No. No I don’t. I don’t believe in that stuff anyway.” Jaemin was being defensive about something, but you couldn’t discern what. 

“But the stories…” 

“Who cares? If you like someone, why should you have fate tell you what to do?” His dark brown eyes peered into yours as the credits rolled in the background. 

“We’ll get hurt. I don’t want us to end before we even begin,” you commented, getting up and turning on your heel to put the discarded bowl in the sink. “Now, I suggest we get some sleep.” 

Awkward tension loomed in the air and Jaemin found himself listening to you, immediately going to the guest bedroom. Silence ensued.

 You finished cleaning up and got ready for bed, feeling the weight of the day settling down. It had been a hectic day for you, but you finally found someone to give you some spice in your life. Jaemin didn’t seem ordinary and you were sure life would be a lot more interesting with him around. You had no idea how true that statement would become.

That night, you had the most vivid dream in a while. There was a red string leading you to a person. As you moved closer in the direction of the individual, you could see more details appearing. Pink hair adorned the person who was hunched over, sitting on a pedestal. There was a dragon adorning the beautiful, shining seat that was practically begging for you to approach. You called out to the figure, but he wouldn’t turn around. 

Reaching your hand out, you grasped the familiar boy’s shoulder and saw the rope on your hand flickering intermittently. Unexpectedly, a sudden whirl whizzed grazed past your ears and broke the delicate rope, causing you to enter a freefall in the dark. There was the sound of a gunshot. Then you woke up.

You noticed that you were sweating from the intense feeling and saw that you were not falling, but safely wrapped in your bed. In your sleep, you hadn’t noticed that Jaemin creeped into your room and laid beside you, snoring gently. Your bed was big enough that he wasn’t cuddling you, but you were still in shock from your dream. 

The innocent boy stirred in his dream and then gasped sharply, sitting upright. He frantically waved his arms before noticing that he was in your bed. “I-sorry, did I wake you up?” His voice was dusted with traces of sleep and panic. 

“No. You good?” 

“Thought I was falling. Red string…”

Your eyes widened. The two of you had the same dream. As you explained to him about your revelation, he tilted his head back and let out a sad chuckle. 

“I didn’t think it’d be like this.” 

You looked at him. “Um, fill me in. What do you mean?”

“Do you...do you perhaps know what The Dragon is?”

[yangyeet]

Is This Heaven (pt. 1)

Pairing: Jaemin x Reader (ft. friends!Jisung & Donghyuck)

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Status: Finished. Preview Here; Part 2 Here; Part 3 Here!

Prompt: In a world where people have their soulmate's name on their body somewhere, you find yourself caught in a dilemma that would result in a whirlwind of events. Are you ready to face this challenge in a world known to be cruel? Will you find your heaven in a place where people refuse to follow their hearts? Or will you fall as a victim to the legend?

Word Count: 3K

You didn’t really know the reason why, but the predicament seemed to be boiling at the back of your head more than ever before. No one had answers for you and every time you would try to ask questions, someone would always be there to brush you off. 

It was always, “you’re too young to know,” or, “don’t ask questions and just do what the universe says.” The same repetitive mantras were circling around your head like the pestering birds that would spin around a cartoon character’s head.

Rolling off your bed, you got up once again and walked up to the mirror in your room. Almost as if in a trance, you raised your arms up to inspect them. There was nothing. Not a single mark or tattoo. 

Lifting your leg up as far as your flexibility allowed you to, which you admittedly needed to work on, you checked for any signs there. Nothing. Was there a spot that you or your parents had missed over the years? Apparently not.

You had always hoped that it was a mistake. Maybe the heavens had something different in store for you. Perhaps you’d be one of the YA novel heroines who would break the odds and be the rare individual who’d be special. At least that’s what you’d say to console yourself. 

Disappointment was the only real emotion that was keeping you company right now, like a deviant who covered you with a warm blanket and attempted to coax you by telling you how different you were from everyone else.

You had always imagined what it would be like having a soulmate assigned to you. Girls around your age would always brag about who their soulmate was. They’d proceed to pull out their sparkly, diamond rings and boast about how lucky they were. But that would lead you to always wonder: what if you got paired off with some stuck-up, nosy asshole? You wouldn’t put it past the universe to pull a trick like that if it had been given a chance. 

In fact, the scenario was pressing down on your mind so much that you couldn’t take it anymore. Unable to contain your agitation, you plopped back down to your bed and dialed your best friend, Jisung Park. You appreciated Jisung’s presence and hoped that he would be able to provide you some comfort. 

Although you could tell that he also had his own worries and thoughts swarming around his mind, you often felt relieved that he was willing to listen to you and console you every single time. This wasn’t the first time you’d contact him for this issue either.

In the rules for soulmates, there was no exact command about sharing your status with a friend, or your own immediate family for that matter. Therefore, it made sense that Jisung had known about your situation ever since you had met. You’d trust the boy with your own life if you had to. 

After the first ring had passed, Jisung picked up the phone. “I was in the middle of Tiger King?! What do you want?” Although he was acting annoyed by your call, you could tell that he was just joking around. 

“Finally got to that movie?” He hummed. “Um, well, it’s about my situation.”

“Oh…”  His voice softened down several tones and you could hear him shift on his sofa. The only thing that was heard on the line for a bit was soft breathing and the sound of the door slamming. “Stay on the line with me. I’m coming over with some popcorn I made.”

“You? Make popcorn?” You tried to joke, although your heart really didn’t feel as into it. 

He whined on the call. “Listen, I only burned the kitchen down once! Once, alright?” 

Jisung’s house was down the street from yours so you immediately kicked the sheets down and tumbled off the bed, nearly falling down in the process as you stumbled to your front door. The bell rang several times when you opened the door and you frowned, seeing Jisung smirking at you. 

“I hate you,” you said before eyeing the popcorn bowl in his hand. “Plain?” 

“Love you. And cheddar,” he answered before handing you the snack. 

“Upstairs?” You nodded as you guys headed up to your room. Jisung made himself comfortable, jumping onto your bed and wrapping himself in the blankets like a caterpillar. “What’s up?” He asked as you snatched your pillows from under him and laid down. 

“Well...I’m just scared. It’s...scary. Just thinking that maybe I’ll be lonely forever. You know what the legends say about people without tattoos who confessed to someone they liked,” you shuddered, imagining the horrors you’d heard. Jisung nodded. 

“So don’t fall in love.” 

You deadpanned. “You’re saying that like it’s the easiest thing in the world. What if I do? What’s it like, falling in love?

Jisung’s eyes sparkled at your question so much that he broke out of his cocoon and soared to the bowl of popcorn in your arms.  “(Y/n), it was the coolest thing ever! I didn’t expect myself to get paired with anyone good, but I was little so I really didn’t care as long as I could eat whatever. We do have our ups and downs though so it’s not always the best. But we manage.” His closed his eyes and put his hands over his heart in a melodramatic way and you couldn’t help but to chuckle in amusement. 

“Cute.” Before he could move away, you pinched his cheeks. He puffed them out and then stuck his tongue out playfully, moving back to his little blanket. “You know, you look like a squirrel when you do that.”

“Do I really? Jaemin says the same thing.”

“Who?”

“My best friend.”

“I was unaware of this...Jae dude. I thought I was your best friend,” you scoffed, slightly looking off to the side. 

“Drama queen. You are, sometimes.”

Taking the nearest pillow, you threw it at him and held your arms to shield your head at the retaliation that was surely to come. When you didn’t feel the impact of a pillow, you slowly lowered your hands, peeking to see if he was playing a trick on you. Instead, you were met with a camera flash. 

“You look perfect,” he snorted before showing you the picture. If you could determine anything by looking at the picture, it was far from perfect. Your hair was ruffled messily from lying in bed, eyes squeezed shut, arms hovering over your hand, and- ooh was that an old pizza stain on your shirt? You peered down to see that yes, it was a stain. That wasn’t very flattering. You groaned and tried to rub off the mess, before turning back to the boy on your bed. 

“Um, I hope you aren’t sending that to someone.”

“Maybe...it’s fine, he doesn’t know you and your face is covered!” He hit send before you could refute and childishly stuck his tongue out at you. 

“I called you over to make me feel better,” you groaned. Now, whoever he sent that to would forever know you as the girl with the pizza stain on your shirt. That wasn’t a very appealing title to be known for. Honestly, you would’ve preferred something like The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo. It sounds majestic and more stylish than whatever gig you had going.

There wasn’t much time to overthink, however, as his phone vibrated only seconds after he sent the picture. You looked at him. “I wanna see.”

Feeling guilty for his early actions, he scooted over to move beside you and opened up the snap, seeing a black screen in response. The captions below had you choking on air. “Who’s that girl with the pizza stain on her shirt?”

You glared at Jisung who raised his arms defensively. “Hey, not my fault! Gotta keep the streak going, you know.” He snatched his phone above your head and typed a response before sending it. It didn’t take long for the other mystery boy to reply. 

This time, the phone was within your sight and you looked at his snap. The boy had sent a side picture of his face, just enough so that you could see his pink, cotton-candy dyed hair and his dark eyes. He had written one line under his picture. “Don’t worry, I’m not going for her. I’m just tryna know who took my baby away from me.” Following his message, you could see variations of heart emojis spammed throughout the snap, which made you wonder how fast the boy has his response ready.

“His baby?” You scoffed. “Excuse me, I knew you first.” Possessively reaching over, you fluffed his hair and pulled him into a quick hug. 

“I’m don’t belong to any of you. And he chose to call me baby before you,” he defended himself and then began to smirk. “Also, wanna mess around with him?” Nodding, you took his phone from him.

You turned the camera around to focus on yourself and decided to send a picture of yourself in the same manner that he had. Positioning the camera to capture the side of your face, you ruffled a couple of strands of your hair as fake side bangs. To add an extra twist, you put the index finger of your other hand on your lips. Jisung just watched with humor at your actions. 

Taking the picture, you showed it to him. “Good?” 

He smiled. “Oh my god! My little child, all grown up! Damn~” 

You playfully shoved his shoulders and then focused your attention back on the image. Deciding on a caption was difficult in general, but you came up with one pretty quickly. “This is Pizza Stain Girl. Can I see your face?” You nearly patted yourself on the back for the bold approach and hit send. You didn’t really know why you were playing around with this strange boy, but he seemed interesting enough. At the very least, he was distracting you from your predicament. You’d take this any day over being stressed. 

As expected, the mysterious boy sent you another snap almost immediately. Jisung craned his neck over your shoulders to look at the response. Unfortunately for you, you opened the notification only to see the boy sending a picture of the bottom half of his face with his mouth in a grin. “I’ll send it only if I see you first.” You read the caption aloud before slamming the phone on your soft blankets. Owner of said phone nearly slammed into your hand, grabbing for his phone. He cradled it as if it were the baby from the lion king. 

“No! My phone!”

You were covering your face with your hands. You had only seen two pictures of this boy, not even decent pictures, and you were nearly whipped for him. Even with your eyes closed, you could imagine his soft pink hair bouncing with each step he would take, his smile bright enough to blind the sun. His skin looked slightly tanned from the angle of the photo he had taken. And his lips - oh god, his lips. They were slightly glossy and a darker shade of pink in comparison to his hair, as if he had applied chapstick right before taking the image. You could almost imagine how his lips would feel. Almost.

Jisung snapped his fingers in front of your face and you looked at him. “Stop daydreaming, beauty queen. You gonna reply to him?” 

He handed you his phone again and you took a selfie. Or rather, you took several selfies and chose the one that you find to be the best. It was a process of trial and error that had your best friend rolling his eyes back and sighing heavily. “It’s just a picture!”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “iTs jUsT a PiCtuRe,” you mocked him. He huffed a quiet drama queen under his breath before laying back and watching you contemplate what to say. “Ok, I’ll just say hi and hope for the best.” Taking a deep breath of courage, you sent the message and shoved the phone back to Jisung. “I can’t watch.”

He laughed. “It’s not that deep. Oh look: a reply. It’s his face. Here, look at it.”

Slowly, you dared yourself to look at the screen and felt blood rush to your face. Oh dear god, he was so handsome. You could now clearly see him in the image before you. He looked like he was sculpted by god himself, created for the heavens itself. The caption below convinced you even more. “You’re gorgeous, baby.” The nickname had your heart fluttering, even though you probably should’ve been repulsed by a stranger flirting with you. It seemed so natural though. 

“Jisung Park. Who is he? I need to know for a friend.” 

He backed away from you, looking slightly disgusted. “Ew, first of all, he’s my friend. Second, you don’t wanna get involved with him. Trust me.”

“Why shouldn’t I?” 

He glanced down at your arm before shaking his head. “I just want you to stay safe and not do something stupid. Also, he’s Jaemin. Na Jaemin.”

 Before he could even finish saying the boy - Jaemin’s - name, you fished out your phone from the depths of your pocket and pulled out snapchat. “Share.” 

He sighed again, turning his phone off. “No, this is dangerous. You’re falling for him.” 

You shook your head. “Falling? In love? You know I can’t do that. I’m just admiring him from a healthy distance.” 

“Listen, find him if you want. I’m not going to be responsible.” 

You huffed and sat back on your bed, grabbing the discarded bowl of popcorn and sitting back. Although you’d give up when it came to Jisung, knowing how stubborn he was, you had other sources. 

You sent Jisung off the next day after an abrupt sleepover. Things weren’t as awkward after the last interaction thanks to you dropping the subject, but you weren’t done with it. You knew some of Jisung’s friends back from when you were in school and you knew that they might be willing to provide you a little more info, especially considering they didn’t know your little situation. 

Putting on your coziest outfit, you did a once-over in front of the mirror, checking to see if any marks had appeared in the night and then frowned at the obvious let-down. Putting your hair into a quick bun, you ran down to put on some sneakers and raced out of the house to the person who you knew could help you best: Haechan.

Haechan’s real name was Lee Donghyuck but he preferred to go by what he referred to as his “super dope, completely original street name.” He was always the life of the party and a social butterfly who knew just about everybody. However, he was pretty observant and you knew you had to be cool with your little game around him. He was great at keeping secrets, so you knew you had chosen the right person when you showed up to his door, noticing him leaning comfortably against the frame with a lazy smile.

“What’s bothering you, darling?” He asked sweetly, the words flowing out of his mouth like honey. 

You felt warm at his concern and walked into his apartment. “Well, there’s something I want to ask,” you started. 

“Hm. I’m listening.” 

You plopped down onto his couch and took one of the sugar cubes in the bowl on the table next to you.

“I’m trying to find someone. Socials, status, anything,” you confessed. 

He raised his eyebrows. “You? Want dirt on someone?”

“Not exactly dirt,” you responded. “More like...I want to know about this person.”

“Oh, okay. What’s his name?”

“Jaemin.” 

His mouth nearly dropped at your response. “Darling, why-I mean, what do you want to know?”

He seemed to show a similar reaction to when you had asked Jisung, which set off a red flag in your mind, but you ignored it thinking that it was nothing.

“Like I said, any kind of info you have. Lay it on me,” you responded. 

“Well, his name is Na Jaemin. Korean. Born on August 13, 2000. His instagram...here, give me your phone and I’ll give his snapchat and number to you too,” he swiftly recited, as if the whole statement was scripted and burned into his memory. 

You handed him your phone and poked his shoulder. “Damn, you know his whole autobiography. You know him?” 

“No-” He denied quickly, shoving your phone back to you. “If that’s all you want…”

“Wait, you know where he’s from?” 

He stuttered and you lowered your eyes. Haechan definitely knew something he wasn’t telling you. It was odd that he was showing you such a weakness so soon and you could feel the strange feeling engulf the room. You never felt this vibe around him. The air turned cold and the boy suddenly started to scare you. 

“No. Now, I gave you what I know. I have a client coming over soon.” His voice was firm. The message he wanted to convey echoed clearly in the room. I’m done. Go away. 

But clearly, you came too far to stop. In fact, why would he not tell you more if he gave you everything else?

“Donghyuck,” you used his real name, “What are you hiding?” 

His aura was intimidating, but you wouldn’t back down. He looked like he was about to say something else, but you both jumped when you heard a loud noise outside,

A shiver ran down your spine as you heard the apartment door behind you guys unlock. 

“Shit, hit me up with some gauze man.”

Turning around, you nearly passed out. There, right in front of you, was the man who you had been inquiring about, in the flesh. His pink hair was just as you imagined. Fluffy, soft, and looking as if it had been pulled on a lot. His nose was scrunched and his teeth bit down on his lower lips. You took a deep breath and looked further down to see his arms wrapped around his waist as he hobbled over to the couch you were sitting in. 

Haechan looked just as shocked at his appearance and looked back and forth between you guys. “Ugh-let me get it.” He ran to the bathroom, mumbling curses and insults at the timing of the boy. 

You didn’t care much about your mumbling friend. The injured boy sat down beside you, slightly wincing in pain before shining you one of his award winning smiles.

“Baby, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Jaemin.”

[yangyeet]

[14:38] Although it was spring and the weather was starting to warm up, you set out on a mission to make hot chocolate with marshmallows for yourself and your boyfriend. With expertise, you finished whipping up the beverage and carefully balanced the two mugs in your hands (which were overflowing with whipped cream). As you walked into your shared bedroom with Johnny, you saw that he had assembled a blanket fort using all the items that he could find in the house. There was a little shuffle as Johnny heard your arrival and crawled towards the gap in the make-shift door, beckoning for you to join him. Carrying the two mugs carefully, you crouched down into the opening and slid in snugly in front of Johnny, with your back resting up against his broad chest. You handed him his cup, indulging in your own cup soon after. He took a sip from the hot chocolate and dramatically whipped his hair against your hear. You turned around to meet his eyes in curiosity, but before you could, you noticed the mini milk mustache decorating his upper lip. You couldn’t help but to snort at your goofy boyfriend. 

“Hey! Don’t laugh at me,” he commanded, trying to sound serious, but his farce only lasted for a second. Johnny broke out of character when he saw the way that you were practically glowing as you finally began to laugh, sounding loud and mellifluous and full of life. Once again, he was reminded how much he was hopelessly in love with you. And that, for him, was alright. He could remain in this moment forever - with you sitting between his legs comfortably, full of mirth and joy that would have him grinning from ear to ear. 

[yangyeet]

KSKSKDKS I WAS ORIGINALLY GONNA WRITE THIS TO BE A PICNIC INSIDE A TENT IN THE BEDROOM BUT I CHANGED IT TO BLANKET FORT BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS TOO WEIRD AND NO ONE HAS A TENT LYING AROUND THE HOUSE. AND JOHNNY JUST DID THAT WITH MARK. MARK = (Y/n) 🤡

[yangyeet]

[14:38] Although it was spring and the weather was starting to warm up, you set out on a mission to make hot chocolate with marshmallows for yourself and your boyfriend. With expertise, you finished whipping up the beverage and carefully balanced the two mugs in your hands (which were overflowing with whipped cream). As you walked into your shared bedroom with Johnny, you saw that he had assembled a blanket fort using all the items that he could find in the house. There was a little shuffle as Johnny heard your arrival and crawled towards the gap in the make-shift door, beckoning for you to join him. Carrying the two mugs carefully, you crouched down into the opening and slid in snugly in front of Johnny, with your back resting up against his broad chest. You handed him his cup, indulging in your own cup soon after. He took a sip from the hot chocolate and dramatically whipped his hair against your hear. You turned around to meet his eyes in curiosity, but before you could, you noticed the mini milk mustache decorating his upper lip. You couldn’t help but to snort at your goofy boyfriend. 

“Hey! Don’t laugh at me,” he commanded, trying to sound serious, but his farce only lasted for a second. Johnny broke out of character when he saw the way that you were practically glowing as you finally began to laugh, sounding loud and mellifluous and full of life. Once again, he was reminded how much he was hopelessly in love with you. And that, for him, was alright. He could remain in this moment forever - with you sitting between his legs comfortably, full of mirth and joy that would have him grinning from ear to ear. 

[yangyeet]

Is This Heaven (Preview)

Prompt: In a world where people have their soulmate's name on their body somewhere, you find yourself caught in a dilemma that would result in a whirlwind of events. Are you ready to face this challenge in a world known to be cruel? Will you find your heaven in a place where people refuse to follow their hearts? Or will you fall as a victim to the legend?

Pairing: Jaemin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Status: Finished. Three part story :)

Part 1 Here; Part 2 Here; Part 3 Here

In a world where people have their soulmate’s name appear on their body by the age of two, love was quickly reduced to a simple matter of ceremony and formal soirees. For parents, it was a moment of great pride and happiness, especially if their child had been paired with someone of royalty or high status in society. That would often end up in bragging rights and a toast over champagne that would leave all the guests giddy for the night. For the children who were actually going through the process, it was the perfect time to show off your destiny. 

There was one rule that applied to the soulmate trade: if a child got paired before their soulmate, they’d have to wait for a name confirmation from the other party before proceeding with the necessary formalities. However, neither the child nor the family of the individual who first received the tattoo could reveal the name first lest they want some tragedy to unveil in front of them. This was often the reason that everyone waited until the child would turn three to speak of soulmates.

Those who had broken the last rule and lived would tell of great tragedies befalling them. Accidents, fires, and getting kidnapped by an evil dragon were among some of the more common excuses. The last one seemed less believable, but it was all for the humor of the strange world. Everyone would just do their best to entertain the ways of the tattoo system and try to live a normal life without breaking the cardinal rule mentioned above. 

And although it was a rarity in this world, there were some people who wouldn’t have a mark at all. For these people, the family would just assume that the child would remain unmatched throughout their life and just remain single. Of course, some people had dared to defy this. They never lived to tell the tale. 

You were one of them. At the age of two, you saw your parents break down in front of you and tell you how sorry they were about your fate. You looked at them with large brown eyes, blinking in confusion at the time. You didn’t understand why they’d feel sorry. It was just a tattoo, nothing too special. Your toddler brain would rather be upset about missing out on the latest rerun of your favorite episode, Peppa Pig. 

Now, at a much more mature age, you were beyond terrified, shivering in bed with fear of the unknown. And of something unspeakable: you had broken the rule.