Beautiful

Beautiful

pairing : donghyuck x gn!reader

fluff , angst , hurt / comfort

warnings : self-doubt , insecurities regarding looks and image

word count : 1.4k

a/n : trying to describe the position these fuckers were is was the absolute bane of my existence. anyways , im a haechan sympathist until the end .

Free days with you were few and far in between. Almost always fleeting or cut short much too soon by surprise dance practices and pressing interviews. Donghyuck knew this wasn’t any fault of his own, his job kept his schedule booked and busy. But he still felt guilty and neglectful as a boyfriend at times.

You always assured him this wasn’t the case. Claiming the nightly phone calls and quick coffee dates were more than enough. Still, he missed you.

So when his phone lights up with a cancelation message from his manager, he nearly jumps from his seat at breakfast. Mark reads the text aloud from his phone, “… a severe storm is set to roll in within the hour. Road travel has been deemed unsafe, all schedules for the day are postponed.”

Donghyuck is smiling and typing away at his phone before Mark can get through the rescheduled dates. Texting you the news and urging you to get over as fast as possible ahead of the storm.

“Haechan, are you listening?”

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chapped lips

pairing — na jaemin x gn!reader

tags — fluff, clingy jaemin!, established relationship, 0.4k words, unedited

"what's taking so long?" jaemin's voice comes from behind you, his face appearing next to yours on the mirror.

wordlessly, you motion to the array of skincare arranged neatly before you. jaemin frowns, his hair flopping to his forehead as he rests his chin on your shoulder. you laugh at his clingy nature, "patience, baby. i'll be done in a second."

jaemin sighs as your hand reaches for another product on the bathroom counter. he's been through this many times before and he's always reached the same conclusion; trying to get you to do your skincare faster is an argument he can never win against.

you smile fondly, recognizing his defeated expression. "i swear i'll be done soon. you wanna wait here?" you ask, twisting open your tube of lip balm.

your boyfriend shakes his head. "i'll wait outside." he reluctantly lifts his face and presses his lips to your cheek.

before he turns around and leaves, you call his name. "mm?" he hums, his eyes blinking slowly as he gets drowsier by the minute.

"your lips are really chapped," you comment. his face is back hovering above your shoulder; you know he's tempted to nuzzle into the nape in your neck and cling onto you until you're finished with your nightly skincare routine. "do you wanna use my lip balm?" you offer the tube to him.

jaemin stays quiet, pursing his lips. you turn to look at him, thinking he fell asleep standing upright with his eyes open. to your surprise, he was watching you intently instead of blanking out. you cock an eyebrow as his eyes travel down your face. "i know another way i can get my lips less dry."

you laugh at the remark, slapping his arm lightly. "go wait outside."

he stays in place, looking like a sad puppy that just got kicked outside for sleeping in your bed. you roll your eyes, knowing there's only one way to make him to stop pouting and wait patiently for you to finish your skincare routine. finally giving in to what he wants, you softly press a kiss to his lips, and you can feel the corners of his lips curling up as he smiles victoriously. "go, you big baby," you mumble when you pull away.

jaemin grins before turning around. "hurry up!" he yells before closing the door behind him, leaving you to smile to yourself at his antics.

ARCANE | CH.11 | NCT DREAM X READER

Summary: When you decided to apply for a researcher post in an elusive institute, you already had the feeling that you’ll be getting yourself knee-deep into something out of the ordinary. But desperate needs require desperate measures, and so you embraced the invite, despite all the alarm signals urging you to run away. What you found out was nothing you’d ever expected.

Seven boys.

Seven human deviants granted with abilities tied to the legendary Arcana Cards.

Welcome to Project Dream.

Pairing: Various Dream Members x Reader

Trigger Warnings/Themes: violence, torture, trauma, very slight yandere themes, poly dynamics, suggestive themes, language, psychological, mystery, sci-fi. Romance will take a little bit of a backseat on this one since this is more of a suspense-driven plot, but it will still be threaded in the overall story. The concept of the tarot or Arcana cards will be loosely used throughout the series. Note that I am not a trained doctor so there may be some slips here and there about medical things. Again, this is a work of fiction and I am not implying any likeness between the characterization here of the boys to their real life counterparts. I also reserve the rights to all my work—I do not post anywhere else other than tumblr. Minors DNI.

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Chapter Song:

Run Boy Run > Woodkid

“Here… Have some water.”

You blindly reached out for the glass that Ten pushed towards you from across the table. Numbly, you watched as your pale fingers wrapped around it, the cold seeping into your skin like painful pinpricks. The hubbub of the coffee shop around you sounded like white noise to your ears, a complete contrast of the deafening silence from the two men sitting in front of you now. Hell, you didn’t even realize that you called them during the mess of everything that has happened in the last two hours, but here you are, staring numbly at nothing in particular as both waited for you to speak. 

“Hey… are you okay? You’re not hurt anywhere are you?” Kun asked carefully after a few more seconds of silence. You flinched despite the gentleness of his voice and raised your eyes to finally meet his.

“It’s okay. You don’t need to talk first, we just wanted to make sure you aren’t in pain or—”

“I think Cypher has my father.”

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heart can't lose [63]

PAIRING. lee haechan x fem!oc

WARNINGS. none

WORD COUNT. 0.4k

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.

NARI WASN’T SURE what time it was already. All she knew was that it had been a while since they left the cinema, she and Jaemin just walking side by side as they made their way to his condo building. 

“You should just stay over,” Jaemin said, catching her off guard.

“What?”

“God knows what time it is already, Nari, you can just stay over. You only have afternoon classes tomorrow, right?” 

“Right,” she muttered, nodding her head. “But is that okay with you, or—”

He chuckled, cutting her off, and she couldn’t help but turn her head to glance at him, catching a glimpse of the small smile on his lips. 

If she felt like her heart was burning inside her chest at the sight of him like that—smiling, with his face aglow because of the lights from the streetlights—she’d never admit that to anyone.

“Of course, it’s okay,” he said, turning to her, “it’s not like you’re a stranger or something. I’ve had other people stay over before.”

Nari couldn’t help but wonder if “other people” included Hera. 

She quickly shook the thought out of her head, which Jaemin had noticed, brows furrowing as he looked at her.

“You okay?” he asked with a laugh. “Why are you suddenly shaking your head?”

“It’s nothing,” she waved off. “Just tired.”

He let out a sigh. “This is why we should have just rescheduled watching the movie for the weekend,” he said. “You were already tired with your internship, you didn’t need to come here.”

“And I told you, it’s fine,” she countered, “there would’ve been a lot of people if we watched during the weekend. Plus, you wanted to watch the movie already, didn’t you?”

Jaemin didn’t respond after that, and she found herself turning to look at him again, only to see that he had stopped walking.

“Jaem?” she called, stopping a few feet away from the boy.

“You know, it’s really fine with me that they’re together, you don’t need to always try and make me feel better.”

She didn’t know if she should feel guilty that as of lately, the reason that she had been hanging out with him was because she wanted to, not because she thought he needed to get his mind off Hera. 

Somehow, the thought of him thinking that that was the reason kind of stung, how for her this was something that she wanted, that she really just liked being with him, but for him it was just some sort of distraction, something to make him stop thinking about the girl he had been in love with for years, just for a moment.

Despite all that, she only smiled at him and nodded. “I know, Jaem.”

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❀ ₊˚ THE VENUS TRAP! na jaemin & lee jeno

❛ we are captive of what we desire ── of what we love. ❜

HATE ME, AND BREAK ME── drive me mad, haunt me! but do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you. you’re the reason for my torment, and yet the calm beneath my rage..

… in which! kity kim have two passions; messing with heart’s affairs and pretty shoes that fit her toes. when the new louboutins heels definitely too expensive for the girl brings her on a silver platter two cold-hearted assholes with untouchable hearts, she call that a god’s deal or the devil’s playtime. after all, what’s worst than being involved with two rich brats with bleached hairs and high priced cars? (she got her answer a while later; falling for them).

genre  ▸ polyamory relationship, angst, fluff, suggestive contents, one-sided ennemis to lovers, rich kids!au.

pairing  ▸ lee jeno x fem!oc x na jaemin.

warnings  ( and note! ) ▸ angst, mention of mature topics, alcohol and drugs use, slow burn, violence, suggestives themes, family issues, rich kids!au, college!au, characters development, polyamory relationship. it means the relationship isn’t only between oc and the boys, but between the boys too. i will not condone any weird comments, if it isn’t for you just don’t read <3 this isn’t as heavy and dark as i make it seems, far away from it— i will just mention a lot of problems (such as alcohol & drug and mature themes) but this is pretty vanilla (with its bunch of kind of heavy angst ♡). i also mean the characters development ; my characters, represented by idols, are flawed <3 may i add, as you can see, i’m not fond of making a x reader fic with yn where i find more comfortable for myself to write my own ocs :( i still hope u will like it tho! i will ask you to not mind typos and errors, as english isn’t my native language, i tend to make a lot of them. and be patient with me ( please ) and more importantly, enjoy <3

extended summary  ▸ Kity Kim was probably the best, and the worst person existing on campus. With an eccentric, weird yet endearing personality, she was the warmth presence of the angel on your right shoulder, and the mischievous whispers of the demon on your left. She was know for looking like a earth fairy accompanied by the crooked smile of a pretty seductive witch ready to eat you alive. People know to be wary of her, and adore her in the same time. Big doll eyes and tongue sharp, loud enchanting laughter and fangs out, it was impossible to hate the social butterfly as much as it was impossible to fully trust her.

Well know for being the campus’s cupid, she was the one who knew everything in everyone’s hearts ; their dirty secrets to their most adorable crushes. And if she didn’t cared that much about the dirt they hides under their shoes, she was very curious about what ──or more like who── made students dreams at night.(After all, if people were more focused on hiding their secrets and their fears from her; they will never find her own, right?). It was a fun thing to do, playing with love and heart shaped arrows. That feeling, as deep and complicated it could be, always be so sure. 

Love was life, and people lived out and for love and the pain it caused. Watching people smile, saccharine sweet and disgustingly syrupy kisses to the hateful words and the diamonds tears on the cheeks always been something Kity found interest in. Play with it instead of being played by. Wasn’t it so fun?

But God’s not fool, neither is the goddess Aphrodite. And playing with something you can’t control always end up in tragedy ── ask Roméo, ask Achilles, ask Apollo, ask Jaemin and Jeno. 

Love make people go crazy, changes people, make them become the worst reflections in their mirror. Love control hearts and its carmin strings, and Love cannot be controlled ── too bad that Kity Kim neither can be.

And as much as Kity hated people she couldn’t perceive, if the Gods wanted to punish her into sending her way two more than complicated boys, she wasn’t gonna back off the challenge. (She was a coward. She screamed more than she could count on her fingers when something not even scary happened in the corner of her room, or running the other way around when problems a little big enough make appearance in her life. She was a coward, but not when it was about her games).

Be aware,

The devils look like an angel with Louboutin heels — and she is as deadly as the two shadows kneeling at her feet.

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              ❛   𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘂𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘆  . ❜

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chapter zero. a series of swan songs ; characters aesthetic. 

chapter one. champagne flavoured mouths (coming soon) 

chapter two. it starts with blood (coming soon) 

chapter three. of thief and smoke (coming soon) 

chapter four… . | to be continued.

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𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎 (teaser)

face your sins. free your soul.

pairing. mafiaman!jaemin x fem!reader

premise. you've known na jaemin since you were kids, and he's loved you since then. when you suddenly come back to him in an attempt to cut him off forever, he will fight tooth and nail to make sure that never happens.

genre. exes 2 lovers, mafia au, you're both criminals, mature themes (violence, blood, suggestive scenes, drinking)

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TEASER BELOW THE CUT (APPROX. 900 WORDS)

Na Jaemin was as beautiful as he was lethal. His hair, styled so perfectly effortlessly, was dyed like the dead of night (which unfortunately, or fortunately, was a very attractive color on him). He had opened the door in black slacks and a white button up rolled to his elbows, but anyone would fall to their knees at his beauty alone. His physique was chiseled to perfection, with a jawline of steel and a toned body from sleepless nights of training and martial art practice. At his collar, you could see a silver chain peeking out with the letter of your first initial hanging there—a claim. 

He tucked one hand into the pocket of his pants, posture relaxed. His eyes lazily dragged up your form from your sneakers to the crown of your head, and you suppressed the shiver that went down your spine. Your knees almost gave out from the rasp of his voice alone: "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

You got this, Yn. "Jaemin, look, I just wanted to—"

"Come inside." He stepped aside to leave room for you in the doorway, beckoning you inside with the slight incline of his head. "Unless you're afraid."

Depends what afraid means. But you knew he was baiting you, and that he wouldn't give you the time of day unless you did what he wanted. Not when you left him like you did. 

So you obliged him and stepped through the door. As soon as you crossed the threshold though, you knew you regretted it. The door locked, and suddenly, the scent of clean, warm cotton was suffocating you. It wrapped itself around you like an embrace, threatening death or affection, depending on your next moves. It held you in a vice-like grip of familiarity and memory. 

"You know the drill, Yn-ah," his sweet voice crooned, "slippers first. Then we talk." Jaemin was gone before you could protest, disappearing into the parlor to your left, no doubt to sit and wait with all the time in the world. 

It wasn't like it was two in the morning or anything.

But you were in Jaemin's turf now, and you had to play by his rules again. You replaced your sneakers with a pair of fluffy slippers with bunny ears and followed him into the parlor. 

He was pouring out a glass of amber colored liquid when you walked in. Lifting the glass toward you, Jaemin asked, "Want a drink?"

"I'm good." The smell of alcohol had slowly become unappealing to you after bartending for so long. 

Jaemin settled in one of the leather armchairs with his legs spread wide, lap inviting. He looked divine, like a king, sitting there sipping his drink. "Sit."

"I'm okay." You inhaled a breath of air. "Jaemin, I need you to butt out of my finances."

You waited for the bomb to drop, the gun to fire. Absolutely anything. But all that you were met with was silence, a heavy sense that sat atop your chest and didn't even seem to relieve you just a little bit. Jaemin stared at you, cocking his head to the side with that dark, calculating gaze of his. There were times when you wished you could predict what he was thinking, but even when the two of you were together, those times were rare. Jaemin was a reserved and closed off person, even to someone as close as you were.

You felt like a child under his stare, and you willed yourself to stand stronger, firmer. "That's all I came here to say. You're not obligated to pay for my expenses, or Kina's expenses. And I don't want you to." I don't want shit from you anymore.

"You don't seem to understand—" he started, temple resting against his fist, "—that I want to do this for you."

"We're not together anymore—"

"I know." He smiled, and it was not the sweet, crescent-eyed bunny smile he saved just for you. No, it was the snake that hid in his shadow, always primed and ready to strike. You suppressed a shudder. It looked like he still wasn't happy with you; go figure. 

You pursed your lips, arms coming up to fold across your chest. "You know why I left."

Jaemin knocked the alcohol back, then set the glass on the table. He stood with a sigh. "No, I really don't, Yn. I really don't know why you would leave this—" He gestured to the house around him, "—why you would leave home, why you would leave your family, why you would leave me." 

He stepped toward you, and when you didn't back down, he took another step forward. From here, you could see the red rimming his eyes, shining with the emotion he always kept locked away. Every ounce of it—you wished he would just share a drop with you. Jaemin had never been good at being vulnerable. 

"Help me understand," he murmured lowly to you, and his hand reached up slowly to cup the side of your face, his thumb gently caressing the flesh of your cheek. 

You swallowed. "This isn't going to help you get over me, Jaemin."

His thumb traced the line of your bottom lip, his eyes dilating at the softness of it. "I'll never get over you, Yn." You'd hardly noticed how close he had gotten to you now, but you could hardly think straight with how he was looking at you. 

"We're better as friends." You watched his expression shift slightly and noted the flare of his nostrils that would have been barely noticeable. You'd hit a nerve; yeah, you knew. Because you yourself didn't even believe those words as they spilled from your mouth. 

"Prove it." His eyes hardened into steel. "If we're better as friends, then prove it. Kiss me."