Jisung x Reader, 0.3k, humour, no warnings. Masterlist
“Out of the kitchen, Jisung.”
The boy in question gaped at you. “But I haven’t touched anything?”
“I don’t care. Out.”
He sighed as he raised his hands in surrender and backed away from the counter. It’s not that you didn’t trust him to not burn the house down… actually, you didn’t trust him at all to not burn the house down. The boiling water incident was enough make you nervous any time he neared the stone, never mind the time that Mark had tried to teach him how to make scrambled eggs. At this point, you would have to start carrying a fire extinguisher with you if he was going to be walking hazard.
“You know, I’m really not that bad at cooking anymore,” he said defensively. “That was the old Jisung. The new one knows how to make rice and ramen.”
You snorted. “Yeah, using the rice cooker and instant ramen that you can microwave.”
“Hey, we all start somewhere. Don’t judge me for it.”
“Nice try, kiddo, but no.”
From the living room, Chenle started laughing at his friend’s misfortune. “I told him that you would kick him out the second he walked in, but he didn’t believe me!”
“You should listen to him more often,” you told the younger boy, who narrowed his eyes at you.
“And you should listen to me when I tell you that the whole house doesn’t need to hear you getting it on my older brother all the time. Keep it down, god.”
“I-wh-” you sputtered. “Jisung!”
Chenle’s laughter grew louder as your face heated up, the overwhelming need to bury yourself into a hole increasing with every passing second.
“What’s going on here?”
You stared at Jisung with a mortified expression, who only grinned at his apparent victory as Jeno walked into the kitchen. Motioning with your hands that you were going to strangle him, the younger boy dashed out of your reach and towards Chenle for safety. Jeno’s eyes followed his brother’s figure, then turned back to you, visibly confused.
“It’s nothing,” you muttered as you tried to will the embarrassment away.
Mark x Reader, 0.4k, angst, college/university!AU, mentions of alcohol, partying, swearing. Masterlist
Oh, shit.
You suddenly turned around, your heart pounding as you looked for Mark amidst the crowd. The house was filled with people you didn’t recognize, but that was to be expected at a Nu Chi Theta frat party. Loud music, people already wasted and staggering around, the couples making out in the stairwell, endless bottles of alcohol lying around on tables and counters — all perfectly normal. Not that it was your scene, but you’d been dragged here by a friend and now she was gone, leaving you with the one person you knew you could trust.
The one person that you couldn’t seem to find at this exact moment when you needed him.
“Hey, you alright?”
Mark’s voice sounded from behind, startling you as you let out a relieved sigh. He was dressed in a casual hoodie and a pair of jeans, his necklace peeking out from under the fabric. Neither overdressed or underdressed, but just right.
“Jeno’s here,” you told him frantically.
His eyes widened. “Those guys showed up? I thought they were banned from coming here.”
“You live here, Mark. Shouldn’t you know these things?
“Actually, Taeyong runs the place, not me. If you want an updated list of rules, go talk to him.”
Checking behind your shoulder, you noticed the all-too-familiar blonde hair of your ex-boyfriend, his eyes meeting yours as you quickly looked away.
“Mark, I need you to do something for me.”
He frowned. “Whatever it is, I don’t like it already.”
“Just trust me,” you pleaded. “Please?”
Sighing, he nodded, only to let out a surprised sound when your hands cupped his cheeks and your lips landed on his. They were slightly chapped, but soft for the most part as you silently begged him to play along, feeling him get the message as his hand wrapped around your lower back and his lips pressed harder against yours. It wasn’t until you pulled away that you noticed his flushed expression, his eyes filled with questions that you didn’t feel like answering right now. Looking back to Jeno, you saw the way his jaw tensed at the sight before being dragged away by his friends and disappearing into another room.
“I think it worked,” you said.
“Were you trying to make him jealous?” Mark asked, his voice a little quieter.
“Jaemin told me that he was still hung up on me, so I had to do something to force him to move on. Anyways, do you want a drink? My cup’s a little empty right now.”
He shook his head, watching you turn away from him and head to the kitchen, trying to ignore the way his heart thumped loudly in his chest. The kiss meant nothing, he told himself. It was just part of a plan, don’t overthink it.
But there was something in him that knew he was lying.
7Dream, 0.5k, humour, swearing. A little birthday drabble for our favourite smiley boy, Lee Jeno. Masterlist
“Hey, um, where did we put the balloons again?”
Renjun sighed. “That’s the third time you’ve asked me in the span of five minutes, Jisung.”
“I know, I’m sorry,” the younger boy said quickly, raising his hands in surrender. “It’s just that Donghyuck keeps moving them and I don’t know where they are.”
“Tell him to stop moving them then. Wait, I’ll tell him myself actually.”
There was a pause before the shouting began.
“Lee Donghyuck, stop moving the fucking balloons!”
“I didn’t fucking touch them!”
“That’s not what Jisung said!”
“Jisung’s a fat liar then!”
“Hey,” interrupted Jaemin. “Stop being mean to the baby.”
Jisung frowned. “I’m literally two years younger, hello?”
“You’re still a baby,” said Chenle, who was scrolling through his phone on the couch, a pair of sunglasses resting atop his head.
“It’s not like you’re any better,” Jisung grumbled.
“Aren’t you supposed to be helping?” questioned Renjun with a raised eyebrow.
Chenle shrugged. “I already got the cake. My job’s done.”
“Where is it?”
“In the fridge.”
“Mark? Do you see the cake?”
“I don’t see it,” shouted the oldest boy from the kitchen. “Are you sure it’s here?”
“It should be more towards the back. Jeno knows the layout of the fridge too well, so I had to hide it,” Chenle explained.
“I still can’t-oh, never mind, found it.”
“Mark, where are the balloons?” asked Donghyuck.
“Uh, I don’t know. I thought you were in charge of them” he replied, peeking his head through the doorway to look into the living room, a confused expression on his face.
“Does anyone know where the balloons are?” said Jaemin. “Actually, did we even buy them?”
Everyone went silent as they looked at each other. Renjun was the first to point a finger.
“See? I fucking told you that we were missing something!”
“You said you got them!” shouted Donghyuck. “I asked you in the store and you pointed to the cart!”
“It was never my job to get them in the first place! I was in charge of getting the snacks, not the decorations.”
“Okay, so who was responsible for them, huh?”
“Actually,” Jaemin said quietly. “I don’t even know if I put them on the list.”
Chaos exploded. Donghyuck and Renjun began yelling simultaneously at Jaemin, who cowered in fear as the older boys descended upon him. Mark ran over from the kitchen to calm the two down, his voice drowned out by the shouting. Jisung was watching with wide eyes and his hands covering his ears, while Chenle was dying of laughter on the couch, his hands shaking as he tried to record everything. At one point, the argument shifted to just Donghyuck and Renjun, who began blaming each other for not remembering the most basic of birthday decorations. Jaemin, the poor boy, had retreated to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee, leaving Mark to deal with the fight. All the while, neither of them had noticed a very confused Jeno walking into the dorm.
“Why is there a pack of balloons on the stairs?” he asked Jaemin, who’d been startled by his sudden appearance. The younger boy gaped at the bag before his eyes flickered over to the chaos in the living room, Donghyuck and Renjun now having progressed to wrestling on the floor as Chenle’s laughter echoed loudly. He turned back to Jeno with a fearful look, his voice faint.
Jaemin x Reader, 0.3k, fluff, best friends to lovers, no warnings. Masterlist
“Jaemin!”
Poking his head out of the front door, you watched as your best friend raised an eyebrow at the sight of your figure standing in the rain, your clothes started to get drenched as you waved him over.
“Come here!” you called.
He shook his head. “Are you crazy? You’ll catch a cold.”
“I don’t care, just come here!”
Sighing, he disappeared quickly to slip on his shoes, then lifted the hood of his sweater as he jogged over to join you, sidestepping a puddle that had formed on the driveway.
“Okay,” he said, rubbing his hands together for warmth. “Now what?”
You grinned at him. “Kiss me.”
He stared. “I-what?”
“I said, kiss me.”
Jaemin’s eyes were wide as he looked around in panic. “We could literally get struck by lightning and you want to kiss in the goddamn rain?!”
“Absolutely,” you said.
Taking a deep breath, he hesitantly took a step closer and brought his hands up to cup your cheeks, brushing a soaked strand of hair aside. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes held a question — are you sure you want this?
You’d loved this boy for too long to say no.
Nodding, you let him press his lips against yours, relishing the way they seem to fit just right. You looped your arms around his neck, pulling your body closer to his as he smiled against your mouth. At that moment, you didn’t care that you would mostly have a cold for the next week and a half. You didn’t care that the sound of the thunder was increasing with every passing second. You didn’t care about anything because you were finally kissing your best friend after loving him for five years — always watching from the side, but never doing anything about your aching heart until now.
Jaemin pulled away slowly and rested his forehead against yours, the fabric of his hood brushing against your hair, his thumb running gently against your cheek. His body was warm against your colder one, the chill of the rain making you shiver as he chuckled quietly.
“Be mine?” he asked, the hope evident in his voice.
Haechan x Reader, 0.2k, fluff, no warnings. Masterlist
“LeeDonghyuck, get your hands away from the chocolate right now or else I’ll smack you with the rolling pin.”
“Aw, come on!” he whined. “You don’t need the entire bag. One chocolate missing isn’t going to ruin anything.”
“What part of ‘I need the whole bag’ did you not understand when you asked me in the grocery store?” you asked, glaring pointedly at him.
“It’s just chocolate. Your cookies can survive without one little piece.”
Sighing, you reached for the rolling pin and raised it threateningly, making him let out an affronted noise as he squirmed away. As much as you loved your boyfriend, he managed to piss you off in the best ways when you were in the kitchen, always trying to get your attention and poking his sticky fingers in places they didn’t belong. Just last week, he’d broken into the jar of walnuts that you’d been planning on using for an apple pie, eating the majority until only three measly pieces were left.
Oh, how angry you’d been then.
“You’re mean,” he muttered under his breath when you’d successfully kicked him out of the kitchen and banished him to the living room, his arms crossed like a toddler’s as you walked back to continue your baking.
SUMMARY ::As Renjun struggles to find a muse for his final series of artworks, you dance your way into his heart and fill the void to make him whole. Of course, life is never fair and when he realizes just how deep his feelings for you run, he has to accept that you might not feel the same way.
A/N ::This one was inspired by this edit made by @hoeforau , who helped me bounce ideas for how this story could turn out. I definitely enjoyed writing it and as someone who’s done art in high school, I can confirm that creative block is bitch and a half. Either way, enjoy!
The first time Renjun puts a brush to his canvas, he doesn’t know what to do.
It’s a classic case of a creative block, where his mind decides to put up a wall against anything that could possibly help him. The white fabric stares back at him as he thinks and think and thinks until he’s not sure he’s thinking anymore. Something, anything, just a sliver of inspiration to kickstart what he hopes to be his best work yet.
Well, it would be his best work if he could think of something.
The project is a masterworks series, which will be displayed in the annual showcase at the end of the year. To have your work exhibited in one of the biggest art galleries in the city is a massive honour, not to mention the attention that it draws. It’s a big deal to many, too big of a deal for some who end up losing precious hours of sleep to craft fine details into their canvases. Of course, an artist’s muse can strike at any hour and one must be ready to embrace it, but it’s a fickle thing that knows no end once it appears. The fourth years have barely begun to feel the pressure, but Renjun naturally worries too much and feels the need to begin before anyone else has the chance. Call it competitive painting, so to speak. He tries to be ahead of the game before it can be ahead of him.
Once again, that works only if he has an idea, which he doesn’t.
