[7:14PM] a big smile was plastered on renjun’s face, jogging slightly so she could have a chance to catch him. and eventually, she did. the couple laughed out loud, his hands snaking around her waist as she wraps her arms around his neck.
“i love you, so much.” the brown haired boy spoke. eyes full of love while staring into her eyes. “i love you too, injun.” she responded, slowly starting to lean in so she could press her lips against his.
i smiled, feeling happy that he was able to move on. but deep inside, i could feel my heart slowly ache as i watched my lover with another girl. if only i survived, this would’ve been me instead of her.
although, it’s fine. as long as he’s happy with her. i no longer have to see the love of my life cry over my death over and over again. today marks as his 21st birthday. it also means that he’ll finally spend his birthday somewhere else other than my grave.
as they hold each other’s hand and began to walk away, i watched my other half become whole again with another.
a/n: aaaa im sorry for writing so much angst lately (〒﹏〒) i can’t help it heuheuehe but i promise to write fluff afterwards!! no!more!sad!stories! but anyways,, this was completely inspired by a tiktok vid i came across while i was scrolling :]
genre: angst, just pure angst. (maybe a bit of fluff if you squint hard enough hueheu)
a/n: feeling kinda angsty lately im always feeling angsty most of the time but most of my fics here are fluff..♀️also i recommend listening to water fountain by alec benjamin bc this drabble is completely inspired by this song :v i switched up a bit of the lyrics so it would make sense but yeah!!1!1!!1
“he told me that he loved me by the water fountain,he told me that he loved me and he didn’t love her,and that was really lovely ‘cause it was innocent,
but now he’s got a cup with something else in it.”
“you know, i wouldnt have found this beautiful place if it weren’t for you, love.” jisung mumbled out before reaching his hand out to caress your cheeks. humming at his words, you looked down at the boy who had his head laid on your lap.
the two of you were seated on the mat that you brought near the water fountain. the both of you just so had to stumble across the place a few weeks ago and it had became your new favourite place to hang out with your dearest boyfriend.
“yn?” the black haired boy called out, causing you to get back in reality. “yes ji?” “you know i love you, right?” jisung stared into your own pair of eyes, his cute smile was visible for you to see. smiling back at him, your hand begin to caress his fluffy hair.. brushing his bangs of his eyes before responding. “of course love, and i love you too.”
he suddenly lift his head up from your lap, now sitting up to face you, his big hands gently reaching out to hold yours. “good. thank you for trusting me even though those nasty rumours were going around the whole school. you’re the only person i love, only you baby. no one else, not even her.”those were just sweet, sweet lies.
“it’s getting kind of blurry at a quarter-past-ten, and she was in a hurry to be touching his skin, he’s feeling kind of dirty when he’s dancing with her,
forgetting what he told me by the water fountain.”
“hey sweetheart, you’re a little late to the party but at least you’re here now. wasn’t expecting you to come, your dress suits you a lot.” na jaemin slipped his arms around your shoulder, handing you a red cup. you were pretty used to his flirty personality, of course making sure that he doesn’t cross the line as you were in a relationship with ji.
smiling at the lad, you took the cup in your own hand, taking a sip from it before responding. “i apologize for being 30 minutes late, was having a hard time choosing out my outfit and i heard ji is here too so why not join him? ah- by any chance do you know where he is, nana?” “you don’t have to apologize, pretty. and I’m not sure sweetheart, I haven’t seen him around ever since he came in.”
jaemin spoke, a hand brushing his freshly dyed blonde hair which looked really good on him. the boy detached his arms from your shoulder, shoving it in the pockets of his ripped jeans before speaking again, “i can help you find jisung if you want me to, though.” straightening your body portion, you quickly fixed your dress by pulling the hem of the fabric down since it was riling up before politely declining his offer.
soon both of you parted ways, jaemin went back to jeno and renjun while you were walking around the house, looking for your boyfriend. you had been looking for him for the past 15 minutes, texting him several times but still hadn’t got a response from him. your eyes searched around the dance floor, suddenly landing on a particular spot.
there he was, dancing with her. his arms wrapped around her waist while hers was all over his body. anger, but mostly disappointment filled your body. he was there at the dance floor, with his arms wrapped around another girl’s waist instead of yours. it’s like he had forgotten what he said to you back at the water fountain.
“and if he ever goes back to the water fountain, the handle will be broken and the rust set in.
but my hand, it will be open and I’ll try to fix it. my heart, it will be open and I’ll try to give it”
jisung ended up at the water fountain, this time feeling extremely guilty. guilty that he had lied to you, guilty that he still loves her. guilty for making you upset. how he wished all of this wouldn’t happen, he wished to not love her anymore.
deep down, he knows. he knows that it would never happen. he would still love her no matter what, even if she’s not the one for him and the real one was standing in front of him the whole time. he feels stupid. stupid for still going after her even though you were so much better at almost everything. his thoughts were cut out from a faint voice coming from behind, the voice calling his name.
“jisung?” you called out. suddenly his heart was beating fast, not knowing how to act after the incident and you not responding to his chat. “what are you doing here?” you were slowly walking towards the boy, head slightly tilted to the side waiting for his answer. “…yn, I’m sorry-”
“no, it’s alright. let’s… not talk about it.” awkward silence lingering around the air between you two. both you and jisung did not dare to speak, until you decided to break it. “so.. what are you doing here?” clearing your throat, you waited for his response, “i was waiting for you..” the tall boy said.
“listen, i know you saw me with her.. and i wanna apologize for that. i know what i did was wrong, just.. please don’t leave me. i still love you, so so much.” oh how much you hated yourself for coming back to him with just those words. you hate how weak you are for park jisung.
in the end, no matter what he did. you would always come back in his arms, even if he lied to you multiple time.
sorry for not posting for so long omg i feel so bad for making yall wait but im backk for nowww :) also tysm for 50+ fllwrs it really means a lot (/^-^(^ ^*)/
Love To Hate Me - Na Jaemin !in progress! [ON HIATUS.]
genre: social media!au,, highschool!au,, enemies-to-friends -to-lovers,, big fluff,, a bit of angst
pairings: na jaemin x fem!yn,, mark x fem!yn (a bit of noren)
warnings: cussing,, jaemin’s a bit mean (yea i think that’s all lol)
a/n: wowow i just wanted to start my own social media au for fun since ive been pretty interested in them for the past few days.. i hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as i love to make it!! ❤️
you remember him on a summer night like this. golden eyes, bright smiles he felt like heaven. his hair was a soft chestnut brown that glimmered in the moonlight as he took your hand in his, wrapping his warm fingers around yours with his sunglasses perched low on his nose. you felt the sand crinkle between your toes as hyuck, now gone from your grip,stood alone on the rocky shore of the beach before beckoning you over, a small pout resting on his lips with his hand outreached expectantly for yours. as you took his warm hand, bracing yourself for the harsh ocean wind blowing your way with the sea crashing violently against the rocky shore, a look of worry graced his face for a split second before he turned to you. you giggled as you glanced at him a lopsided grin plastered on his features with his windblown hair resting messily upon his head as you asked him. “why? scared hyuck?” you could almost hear him light scoff at your question, a gentle smile spread across his red lips. you felt his hand grip tighter around yours, a quiet giggle left his lips as he placed a feathering kiss upon your nose before quirking back, his eyes watching yours intently. “never y/n.” it was a beautiful night wasn’t it, you thought to yourself. a heavenly night with a heavenly boy. but with all boys like him, he was never meant to last.
A/N: photos are not mine, non idol!au inspired by a troye sivan song, probably kinda bad cuz i was in a rush but i couldnt get this idea out of my mind all day so here it is enjoy xx
Remember when we first met?
You said, “Light my cigarette”
So I lied to my mum and dad I jumped the fence and I ran
But we couldn’t go very far
Cause you locked your keys in your car
So you sat and stared at my lips
And I could already feel your kiss
You met Donghyuck, or Haechan as he preferred to be called, on a Tuesday morning in school. You knew ofhim and ofthe things he did and sometimes you talked to him in class, but you didn’t really know who he really was. You didn’t really have to know much about him to understand the kid was trouble, from his black leather jacket to the million broken hearts he was responsible for breaking, you were pretty sure you didn’t want to associate yourself with him. In fact, you didn’t really want to associate yourself with anyone. You were a pretty closed up person and you found making friends pretty difficult so for the most part you found yourself hanging out by yourself at the back of the school. So that’s where you were on that Tuesday morning, waiting for the lunch hour to pass while looking at the peaceful, blue sky when you heard footsteps from behind you and and someone plopping down next to you. No one really hung around the back of the school so you got startled at the sudden arrival and you turned to see who the person was, when you saw Haechan sheepishly grinning at you while mumbling “Sorry, I just needed a breather I hope that’s okay with you.”
You nodded quickly, too intimidated to actually say anything and faced the front again. None of you actually tried to break the silence that existed between you, both of you too consumed in your own thoughts and busy enjoying the peaceful environment. That was until Haechan spoke up, nudging you softly with his elbow making you turn and look at him once again.
“Hey Y/N, can you maybe light my cigarette?” He asked softly, taking you by surprise both at the request and at the sudden realization that Haechan was breathtaking. You of course, knew that Haechan was one of the most handsome guys in school, the number of girls swooning over him being the receipt, but you never had the chance to admire his face from up close. And with the way the light fell on his face, you could finally understand why he had all those girls following him all those school years. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He said chuckling.
“What? Oh right, sorry. U-um I don’t actually smoke so…” You trailed off, looking at him apologetically, “You know, you should stop smoking though, it’s bad for your health and totally gross.” You said, furrowing your brows and snatching the cigarette Haechan had just placed between his lips, away from him.
“Oh? And who are you to tell me what to do?” He said, smirking, one of his eyebrows raised like he was questioning you. You scoffed and turned away from him again, blushing before mumbling, “I’m just stating facts.” You could hear him chuckling from beside you before he suddenly said, “This place sucks want to get out of here?”
“You mean as in skip school?” You asked shocked. “No way, first of all my parents will kill me and second of all I barely know you, why would I want to skip school with you?” You raised your eyebrow while crossing your hands over your chest. “For all I know, you could be a killer.”
“Oh c'mon Y/N. We’ve known each other since elementary, I’m pretty sure you’d known if I was a serial killer. Plus you’re a teenager dude, live your life a little.”
“Correction, I really don’t know who you are besides all the rumors who may or may not be true and I won’t be able to live my life if my parents find out and murder me.” You saw Haechan falter a bit at your words, like what you said hurt him a little, before regaining his posture and playfully pouting at you, “C'mon pleaaase. I promise they won’t find out a thing.” He said and you don’t know what came over you but you muttered a soft “fine” and that’s how you found yourself jumping over the school fence with Haechan on a Tuesday morning and run the streets until you both got out of breath, so you stopped and opted for sitting at a nearby park.
“Sorry, I locked my keys in my car so I walked today.” He muttered apologetically, while walking next to you.
“Don’t worry, it’s okay, I walk to school everyday so it’s not a big deal.” You shrugged and turned around to take a look at his face, only to realize that he was already staring at you with a look in his eyes you couldn’t really understand. You blushed at the sudden proximity, before you started running and shouted “Hey whoever reaches the benches last, buys the other one ice cream.” Haechan laughed and quickly followed you, purposely losing and buying you ice cream, before you both sat down and started talking like you were friends forever. So that’s how, you spend your Tuesday in the park, having the best time you’ve had in a while, getting to know aspects of Haechan you didn’t know existed. And when your parents asked you later in the evening how school was, you looked them in the eyes and smiled, lying to them by saying it went great.
Long nights, daydreams
Sugar and smoke rings, I’ve been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
Headlights on me
Racing to 60, I’ve been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like
Blue eyes, black jeans
Lighters and candy, I’ve been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
After that day, you two found yourselves reaching for the other’s company more often each day. Haechan felt like he could be his real self with you and he really enjoyed hanging out with someone who he knew wouldn’t judge him based on what the others said. You also found yourself enjoying his company, the once assumptions you had of him, thrown out of the window from the first day you started hanging out with him and you were really thankful that someone actually took time out of their day to hang out with you. At first, your friendship was restricted at the back yard of the school, were you both sat next to each other, many times not really talking yet enjoying the endearing silence, while other times none of you could stop talking. After a few months though, Haechan found himself calling you at any time of the day, just to hang out with you, whether that was stopping by your house, or taking you out for night drives. The later normally happened when he had a lot in his mind and he just wanted to see you. And soon, that became a part of your day. He became a part of your day. He would pick you up to go to school and drive you back because he didn’t want you to walk on your own and after a few hours he would probably call you up to go on a night adventure. On a cold winter night, while you were sleeping you suddenly heard your phone go off. Alarmed at the sudden noise, you shot up and reached for you phone picking it up, not bothering to look at the caller’s ID, already knowing who it was.
“Hyuck?” You said, calling him by a nickname only you were allowed to call him, “Are you okay? It’s like 3 am.” You said, a yawn escaping your lips.
It was silent for a while before he answered. You could hear his ragged breath through the phone, making your eyebrows furrow and your heartbeat increase. “Can we please go for a drive?” You heard a whisper, making your heart break a little. He wasn’t okay.
“I’ll be down in 5.” You said, “Arrive safely yeah?” You heard a small yes and then he hung up.
You sighed and plopped down into your mattress again. To say Donghyuck had now a firm place in your heart now, would be an understatement. You loved him and not only in a friendly way. Somewhere along the laughs, the hugs, his jokes and his stories you had developed a stupid crush on him and your heart broke at the realization he would never love you the same you loved him. However, you promised yourself you wouldn’t tell him anything, too afraid of losing what you had, even if it wasn’t what your heart wanted the most. That’s why, you wore a pair of sneakers and sneaked out of the door quietly, running to his car and slipping in before he drove away. At first it was quite, but that was until you reached for his hand with your own and he stopped the car near a cliff turning around and looking you with glossy eyes.
“Why am I never enough?” He said, voice breaking and you resisted the urge to reach out and hug him, chosing to listen to him instead. “It’s like, whatever I do, my parents don’t really care you know? Even after all this time, after all those things I’ve done to gain their attention they still won’t acknowledge me. I-I have no idea what to do goddamit. They only care for their money, like it’s the only thing in the world. They’re so caught up in their jobs that they can’t even see their marriage is failing. They can’t even see what a failure of a son they have.” He said, raising his voice and he hit his hand on the wheel, startling you.
You knew of his family problems, from brief mentions in the past, but you didn’t know it affected him so much. Suddenly it all clicked. Now you understood, why Lee Donghyuck was the person he was, why he never let anyone else know the real him, why he caused problems. He was just a kid, wanting to get love and attention. You cupped his face with your hand, your fingers wiping the stray tears that escaped his eyes and he tilted his face to the touch of your palm sighing in content at the feeling.
“You’re not a failure. You’re one of the most interesting people I know. The smartest. And if your parents can’t realise that then it’s not your fault. You’re an amazing person Hyuck. It’s not fair to you to hide behind a mask. I know who you can be and who you are. And I’m proud of you for pulling through all this time. It’s time to prove to yourself, who you are too.” You said, voice barely a whisper while Donghyuck’s hand found it’s way towards your own free hand and held it like his life depended on it. And before you could even mutter another word, he reached out and gave you a bone crushing hug, mumbling a soft thank you before kissing your temple. You sighed at the familiar scent of cigarettes and strawberry gum, his favourite flavor, before sneaking your hands around his waist to hold him closer. And you stayed like that for what it seemed hours, comforting one another.
That night you went home and cried until you fell asleep, because what you felt for him was so strong yet so stupid because you knew he would never feel the same way.
Remember when you taught me fate?
Said it’d all be worth the wait
Like that night in the back of the cab
When your fingers walked in my hand
Next day, nothin’ on my phone
But I can still smell you on my clothes
Always hoping that things would change
But we went right back to your games
“Do you believe in fate?” Donghyuck had asked you one night where you both laid in the park, your head on his chest while he played with your hair, while you were gazing at the stars. Over the span of your friendship, Donghyuck had in fact fallen in love with you as well, but he was too scared to act on it, both from the trauma of his parents broken marriage and from the fact that he could lose you. That didn’t stop him from doing anything he could to feel as close to you as he could in that way, confusing both you and him at the progress.
“Hm?” You said, looking up at him, only to see him looking at the stars above you. You took the time to admire his face and the way his features were painted silver by the light of the moonlight and there was nothing you wanted more in that moment than to softly kiss his lips. But you knew you couldn’t so you just looked at him, grateful for the fact that you could at least share those moments with him.
“I don’t know, fate, soulmates, do you believe in all of that?” He said, taking his eyes off the night sky to admire your face and the way your big eyes looked at him.
“I mean, it’d be pretty cute if that was true. Imagine having a person made to be with you. Your person. Like the universe came together, just to find two people that were made for eachother. That shit’s romantic.” You chuckled and raised your eyebrows and him. He grinned and caressed your face with his hand, making your heart almost leave your chest and you prayed he couldn’t feel how hard it was beating.
“I should get you home.” He whispered, still looking at you, his fingers brushing against your lips, “It’s getting late.”
That night, he had forgotten his keys again. So you took a cab back to your house together, him not wanting to leave you alone until you were safe inside your house. His hand never left yours the whole ride, his fingers walking in your hand, while you rested your head on his shoulder, listening to him humming a sweet melody. That night, before he left you to go to his house, Donghyuck couldn’t resist you anymore. That night, he kissed you for the first time, in your doorstep, hands softly holding your waist as if he was afraid he’d break you. That night you slept in bliss, hoping that finally things would change, that he actually felt the same about you, while he went home mortified at the thought that he would ruin something as pure as you. That’s why the rest of the days, he did anything in his power to avoid you. He stopped picking you up, stopped picking up your calls, stopped hanging out with you. He’d see you at the halls and would change direction, breaking your already broken heart even more in the process and making you wonder if all this was just a game to him.
And even if I run away
Give my heart a holiday
Still, strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
You always leave me wanting more
I can’t shake my hunger for
Strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
Yeah, they always taste like you
Long nights, daydreams
With that sugar and smoke rings
Always taste like you
Running away from you and his feelings had to be the most stupid thing Haechan had done so far and he had done a lot of stupid things. He was aware of that yet he didn’t know how to fix what he broke. Ever since he stopped talking to you, he wasn’t able to eat, he wasn’t in the mood to do anything and he had pretty much returned to the person he was before he met you, which he absolutely hated. Most importantly he missed you like crazy, he missed your laugh, he missed the way your face scrunched when you were confused, he missed listening to you talk, he missed the way you cared for him. The quick holiday his heart had taken away from you made him realise the one thing he already knew but was too afraid to admit. He was hopelessly and utterly in love with you. He wanted to be your person, the person you share your happiness and your struggles with, the person that you feel closer to you than anyone.
You weren’t much better actually. That week without Hyuck was probably the worst of your life. He had made himself such a constant in your life, that you still waited for him to call you up in the middle of the night to drive you places, resulting you in not sleeping for the past week. You couldn’t do anything other than sleep to ease the pain, seeing as literally anything else reminded you of him and your heart couldn’t take it. The worst thing was that you literally felt played and humiliated. How could he get so close to you only to toy you like that? How could he show you this side of him and then play you like he played all those other girls? All those thoughts were occupying your brain, yet you still felt the same way about him. You still loved him and that upset you more than anything.
On a Saturday night, you were moping around the house, watching a sad movie and eating ice cream when you heard the doorbell. You looked at the time confused, seeing as you weren’t expecting anyone but nonetheless you still went ahead and opened the door. And the minute you opened it, you wished you had just pretended to be asleep because there in front of you stood Donghyuck, his hair disseveled like he’d run his hands through it too many times, dark circles decorating his beautiful eyes and a regretful look on his face. You tried to close the door but he stuck his foot in the house, blocking you from closing it before he entered the house and threw his hands around you, engulfing you in a desperate hug. You stood there frozen, not knowing what to do, wanting to hug him back but knowing you shouldn’t. He took you out of your dilemma by pulling away and taking your face between his hands making you look at him.
“Can we please talk?” He said softly, his eyes searching your whole face. You unfroze from your position and took a step back, your hands crossing in front of your chest defensively.
“I don’t think we have anything to talk about. You’ve already made it clear Haechan. It was your game. You’ve won, you got everything you wanted.” You said, your voice breaking, making him know how upset you were. You saw the hurt in his face, when you called him by the name everyone else called him, like you didn’t know him.
“Please Y/N. I swear what you believe is not the truth.” He said desperately, taking a step towards you while you took one back.
“Oh and what do I believe then? Tell me Haechan, what do I believe? You kissed me, you asshole, you made me fall for you and then what? You ignored me? Like we never meant anything to eachother?” You said, your voice accidentally raising, while tears you didn’t know had found home in your eyes fell down your cheeks.
“I got scared okay?” He said, throwing his hands in the air, “I’ve never felt this way about someone Y/N and I got scared. God, I’m stupid, I know that but I’m also utterly in love with you and that mortifies me.”
“Y-wait what?” You whispered, looking at his face and saw that his eyes were as well glossy with tears. “You do what?”
“I. Love. You” He said and took a step towards you, reaching out and taking your hand in his, putting it on his heart. “Feel this? You’re doing this to me. And I- I didn’t know how to handle it. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me and I felt that if I was with you, I’d ruin you somehow. But at the same time, I just can’t get enough of you. And I don’t know when you took my heart and made it yours, but as much as I know that I’m bad for you, I can’t stay away from you. I-” You cut him off by placing your lips on his, softly while your hand found a place in his hair softly tugging it. He froze at first, but soon deepened the kiss, resting his hands on your sides, lips softly moulding together with yours.
You pulled away and looked at him before slapping his head playfully. “You idiot, stop making choices for me. I love you and I can’t imagine a better person for me than you. I love you so much.” You grinned, happy tears falling from your eyes before he wiped them and kissed you again.
“I love you so much. I’m sorry I’m such an idiot and I’m sorry it took so long.” He said and smiled sheepishly with the same smile he had when you first met him when he joined you at the backyard. “Can we go cuddle and make up for the lost time now?” He pouted and you laughed while hugging him.
“Sure, come on.”
And that’s how you spent the whole night, wrapped up in each others embrace, talking and laughing, happy to finally belong to one another.
its okay, you and haechan are just friends. the little smiles and random glances you share are nothing more than a friendly gesture. there’s not much room to do anything else at a house party so crowded anyway, not with his girlfriend on his arm the whole time especially. perhaps she has reason to be wary, maybe that youre too obvious about your undying feelings for your ex boyfriend. but haechan is just so friendly, so sweet and forgiving, and with how social he is it’s hard not to fall for the way he lights up a room.
the living room is crowded, obnoxious rap and smoke to fill up the four walls. someone’s yelling about the proper definition of shotgunning and a guy with a mullet is learning to do smoke rings.
haechan sits a little away from you, watching from a distance and mumbling along to the melodies he’s probably heard on tiktok a few times. he’s got a beer in his hand and you have to fight a sigh every time he throws his head back to take a sip.
the boy looks around, probably for his girlfriend, and lands on your gaze. perhaps if you weren’t so frozen, you’d have a mind to be embarrassed about being caught staring. yet he smiles, that stupidly cute half smile, and throws you a questioning thumbs up. perhaps he’s making fun of you, but you take a heavy gulp of your own drink and give him an eager nod, deciding your own hands were much more interesting now.
harchan rolls his eyes, playful, and turns back around, finding his girlfriend has made her way to his side in that time. she gives him cute giggles at the much too passionate singing he offers the room, and you cant help the small smile that paints itself on your own lips, jealous and fond.
donghyuck’s footsteps come down the hallway in that cheerful manner they always do, familiar. you try not to let the sound scare you away too much. “hey princess! what do you-” he practically hurls himself to your side upon noticing the tears marking the heat of your cheeks. “are you alright?”
“im tired, donghyuck.” you practically whimper, teeth pulled into an ugly bite as you gulp down every sob making it’s way up your throat. all scratchy and too heavy to be carried by just a breath.
“let’s go to sleep early th-”
“i love him,” you cut donghyuck off, rudely but too exhausted to care. feeling too pathetic to drag the day on. “i love mark, i do. i love mark so much.”
“mark…?” he whispers, the name like poison dripping from his lips. donghyuck’s fingers unconsciously pull themselves from your shoulders and he curls into himself, still by your side but inched away the slightest.
“im in love with him but he loves her and it-” a sob finally racks itself from your chest, all gross pain and no softness around the edges that usually has donghyuck’s ears melting, “it fucking hurts, hyuck. it hurts so much.”
the boy huffs, pulling you into his arms with closed eyes and his own tired sigh. with a tight smile, he whispers into your hair quietly, “wouldn’t you like to know, princess?”
your fingers twist the cotton of his shirt angrily.
other characters: taeyong and doyoung as yn’s friends; mark, chenle and taeil as haechan’s friends, jisung
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you’ve never cared much for your dreams. they were always confusing nonsense you forgot in the morning. this until you started to have the same dream again and again and again: a lobby, pleasant elevator music in the background, many golden doors, a handsome young man welcoming you and asking where you wanted to go that night. his name was haechan and apparently you weren’t supposed to know that, let alone fall in love with him.
other characters: taeyong and doyoung as yn’s friends; mark, chenle and taeil as haechan’s friends, jisung
words:14.5k
you’ve never cared much for your dreams. they were always confusing nonsense you forgot in the morning. this until you started to have the same dream again and again and again: a lobby, pleasant elevator music in the background, many golden doors, a handsome young man welcoming you and asking where you wanted to go that night. his name was haechan and apparently you weren’t supposed to know that, let alone fall in love with him.
▶ Previously posted as “TTHE BRO” from the NCT FRAT series.
▶ best friends to lovers; kinda angsty bc hyuck is an idiot on this one. but a happy ending. also a little tw for kinda secsi time.
“And—maybe I’m talking nonsense now, I don’t want fucking now but Y/N… the only thing I know is that I need you in my life, I can’t… after all this time I can’t imagine myself continuing without because…” he fought to get the words out, tears falling down his face too, “…damn it Y/N! I love you! I can’t go on without you because I love you!”
A good read! I really enjoyed every part of it. The angst is just perfect for a person like me who doesn’t really like too much angst (coz it makes me sad for a day, especially if it doesn’t have happy ending) thanks for this piece of art!
SUMMARY.fourth year pre-med student and neo university student council president, haechan lee does not have the time for relationships. instead, he focuses his attention on his studies and extracurriculars, so as not to disappoint his parents. that is until hera seo came along—and everyone starts to wonder if the university’s golden boy would finally let his heart lose.
SUMMARY.fourth year pre-med student and neo university student council president, haechan lee does not have the time for relationships. instead, he focuses his attention on his studies and extracurriculars, so as not to disappoint his parents. that is until hera seo came along—and everyone starts to wonder if the university’s golden boy would finally let his heart lose.
SUMMARY. fourth year pre-med student and neo university student council president, haechan lee does not have the time for relationships. instead, he focuses his attention on his studies and extracurriculars, so as not to disappoint his parents. that is until hera seo came along—and everyone starts to wonder if the university’s golden boy would finally let his heart lose.
SUMMARY. fourth year pre-med student and neo university student council president, haechan lee does not have the time for relationships. instead, he focuses his attention on his studies and extracurriculars, so as not to disappoint his parents. that is until hera seo came along—and everyone starts to wonder if the university’s golden boy would finally let his heart lose.
SUMMARY. fourth year pre-med student and neo university student council president, haechan lee does not have the time for relationships. instead, he focuses his attention on his studies and extracurriculars, so as not to disappoint his parents. that is until hera seo came along—and everyone starts to wonder if the university’s golden boy would finally let his heart lose.
NOTE. pls i didnt know what name to put for haechan’s father i just put the first thing i though of
