SUMMARY: You confessed to Na Jaemin in your junior year of high school. The confession was disastrous in your eyes, and probably even worse in everyone else's. After graduating, you choose a university close to home, but the sustainable, fun college life you'd hoped for didn't become your reality. So to fix your somewhat boring life, you transfer to NCU. You'll have your childhood best friends and new opportunities awaiting—but much to your not-so surprise, Jaemin also happens to go there. What will come of you reuniting after 4 years?
PAIRING: uni!jaemin x fem!reader
FEATURING: Huh Yunjin, Kim Gyuvin, Choi Soobin, All of Dream, and other special guests along the way
CONTENT: *will be updated over time*, half smau, alcohol consumption, smoking/vaping, kys/kms jokes, everyone are haters, Jaemin is a yearner, Jaemin is a slight asshole(?), introverted reader, ex-acquaintances to lovers, humor but im not that funny, mutual pining, college au, poc reader in mind
NOTES: Let's hope I actually finish this story. I'm super motivated, so hopefully its enough for me to complete it. ๑(◕‿◕)๑
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SUMMARY: You confessed to Na Jaemin in your junior year of high school. The confession was disastrous in your eyes, and probably even worse in everyone else’s. After graduating, you choose a university close to home, but the sustainable, fun college life you’d hoped for didn’t become your reality. So to fix your somewhat boring life, you transfer to NCU. You’ll have your childhood best friends and new opportunities awaiting—but much to your not-so surprise, Jaemin also happens to go there. What will come of you reuniting after 4 years?
CHAPTER 4.5 -- GCS
no bitches🙅🏽♀️𓂃⋆.˚
ooou miss yn is being forced to face her situation with jaemin :o
SUMMARY: You confessed to Na Jaemin in your junior year of high school. The confession was disastrous in your eyes, and probably even worse in everyone else’s. After graduating, you choose a university close to home, but the sustainable, fun college life you’d hoped for didn’t become your reality. So to fix your somewhat boring life, you transfer to NCU. You’ll have your childhood best friends and new opportunities awaiting—but much to your not-so surprise, Jaemin also happens to go there. What will come of you reuniting after 4 years?
CHAPTER 4.5 -- GCS
no bitches🙅🏽♀️𓂃⋆.˚
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ooou miss yn is being forced to face her situation with jaemin :o
SUMMARY: You confessed to Na Jaemin in your junior year of high school. The confession was disastrous in your eyes, and probably even worse in everyone else’s. After graduating, you choose a university close to home, but the sustainable, fun college life you’d hoped for didn’t become your reality. So to fix your somewhat boring life, you transfer to NCU. You’ll have your childhood best friends and new opportunities awaiting—but much to your not-so surprise, Jaemin also happens to go there. What will come of you reuniting after 4 years?
CHAPTER 4.O
~1.1k words (suggestive content at the end)
"Y/n, scooch," Yunjin says from behind you, "let me check myself in the mirror real quick." You move over obediently, grabbing your small mirror from your makeup bag. Concentrating on trying to put on your lashes, Chenle appears in the door frame of the small bathroom.
"How am I ready before y'all?" He questions, arms crossed. You ignore him, frustrated with the odd-looking gap on your lash line—opting to clamp both sets of lashes together, hoping it stays.
"Sorry that we wanted to look our absolute best, unlike you," Yunjin states, jumpstarting the banter for the night. Chenle gasps, offended.
"Maybe if you had paid for me to get my lashes done, I wouldn't be taking this long," you say, attitude-like.
"You never asked," he says, confused, "but also I'm not paying for shit that doesn't benefit me."
"It would benefit you," you whine, "I would take less time trying to make sure my lashes look right. AKA less time getting ready. AKA we leave earlier." He rolls his eyes, plopping on your bed. "Swear, I'm almost done," you assure him.
"I'm done, I just wanted to check my hair and make sure everything was sitting right," Yunjin says.
"Good. Soobin's about to be here with Jisung," Gyuvin says, walking into your room and snuggling into your bed like it's his own. With the mention of your two friends, you hear a knock on the door.
"Coming!" You rush to the door, opening it to see an additional guest along with the confirmed two. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, but let it pass. "Yes, come on in, Haechan. I definitely invited you to my apartment to pregame."
"Ayeee, where the shots???"
"Up your ass," you reply matter-of-factly.
"Come on, Y/n, you can't be mad at me forever," he whines, trying to act innocent and cute.
You fake gag, "Nah, you can get the fuck on with that cutesy shit." You move your attention to your other friends, "The others are in my room rn, we're about to take a couple shots before we leave." Soobin and Jisung nod along, following you towards your room. "Jisungie, you sure you're good with being DD?"
"Yeah, I gotta take photos for NZT anyway," he says, messing with the strap of the bookbag carrying a few of his cameras. "I don't mind being sober."
A few shots and a jam-packed car later, you pull up to the NZT frat house. You step over solo cups littering the trashily decorated front lawn, your tipsy state making everything a little more whimsical. Jisung leads your intoxicated group to the front door of the expensive frat house. Stepping through the front door, you are met with music bumping and sweaty bodies moving around. You're met with flashbacks of your Junior year. You shake your head, choosing not to focus on the past. A lanky man greets Jisung with a quick dap.
"Hey, Sung! You brought some friends this time around?" the scarily handsome man says. His seemingly lanky stature is soon disproved as you watch his biceps tense under his muscle shirt.
"Yeah, John, I hope you don't mind."
"Never! No one should miss out on an NZT party," This 'John' says as he daps up Haechan as well. "If it ain't miss Jennie," John smirks at Yunjin, "Jeno's holding a beerpong competition in the dining room if you're looking for him." Yunjin rolls her eyes at him and turns to you.
"You wanna get a drink, y/nnie?"
"Of course," you smile tipsily at her. You both begin walking hand in hand, letting the rest of your group choose to either follow or go off on their own. Passing by the so-called 'John', your heavy eyes meet his. He gives you a good once-over and smirks, turning back to answer whatever question Jisung had for him. "Who was that?"
"Johnny Suh. A business major who just so happens to be the Nu Zeta Tau president." Yunjin responds. You nod in response. His attractiveness is pulling you in, but you try to remind yourself that trying to get down with a frat dude isn't the best decision. Choosing the president is probably 10 times worse, but who knows where the night will lead you.
You're amidst the sweaty bodies—sipping on a mix of shitty tequila and Kool-Aid, purse tight on your shoulder, and your curls getting jumped by the humidity. You're rapping to Gyuvin's camera, somehow still remembering the lyrics despite your drunken state. Gyuvin excuses himself when the song changes, and you stay in the mix of people without a care in the world. You sober up a bit, checking your surroundings, recognizing none of your friends are around to make sure you're good. During your quick scan, you make eye contact with Jaemin. He's hugging a wall while talking to someone you don't know. You hold his stare, not backing down. He soon stops his conversation and heads towards you, knocking you back into reality. You disconnect your eyes hastily, still feeling his burning gaze on the side of your face. You feign confidence in light of the soon-to-be advances of your old crush. Your body is still moving to the music, 'Sex on the Beach' by PARTYNEXTDOOR blaring in your ears. Hands lightly grip your waist, pulling you back. You turn your head around urgently, only to see Johnny Suh. Your body calms as you lean back into his touch, craning your head back to whisper in his ear.
"You know, most people would introduce themselves before getting handsy."
"Yunjin already told you about me. What introduction do you really need?" He says, lips ghosting over the curve in your neck. You scrunch your eyebrows at his words.
"Okay then, Johnny, what's my name?" You say, using your free hand to bring one of his arms around your front.
"Y/n, but Y/nnie according to Yunjin," he says, squeezing you closer. "I think gorgeous is more fitting, though. What do you think?" Your drunken state subdues your inexperience and ups your boldness. You turn around, pressing your chest into his front and arms loosely wrapping around his neck. You look at him with your big eyes—lids drooped, thinning them out and scanning his face. His eyes are hooded, staring at you with a new level of fire than before. His hands are moving dangerously around your hips and ass. His touch is electric, and you want more. Jaemin is long forgotten, and thoughts of Johnny are running rampant. "What's going on up in that pretty head of yours? You really have to think about your own name?" Johnny teases.
You down the rest of your drink, tossing the solo cup somewhere behind the man. You pull him closer and whisper vulger words sweetly into his ear, nose grazing the flesh, teasingly.
TWT𓂃⋆.˚
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notes: First update in about two months😛. This is a short, straightforward update; I've been holding it for a minute and haven't had any new ideas to add. I'm thinking next few chapters y/n fucks w/ johnny a little more or maybe jaemin gets bolder, who knows🤷🏾♀️. I'm just doing anything to give me a good dopamine hit atp. College been beating my ass rb.
SUMMARY: You confessed to Na Jaemin in your junior year of high school. The confession was disastrous in your eyes, and probably even worse in everyone else's. After graduating, you choose a university close to home, but the sustainable, fun college life you'd hoped for didn't become your reality. So to fix your somewhat boring life, you transfer to NCU. You'll have your childhood best friends and new opportunities awaiting—but much to your not-so surprise, Jaemin also happens to go there. What will come of you reuniting after 4 years?
PAIRING: uni!jaemin x fem!reader
FEATURING: Huh Yunjin, Kim Gyuvin, Choi Soobin, All of Dream, and other special guests along the way
CONTENT: *will be updated over time*, half smau, alcohol consumption, smoking/vaping, kys/kms jokes, everyone are haters, Jaemin is a yearner, Jaemin is a slight asshole(?), introverted reader, ex-acquaintances to lovers, humor but im not that funny, mutual pining, college au, poc reader in mind
NOTES: Let's hope I actually finish this story. I'm super motivated, so hopefully its enough for me to complete it. ๑(◕‿◕)๑
With Mark's new found love for the confederate flag, I will not be including him in anymore chapters and he will be written out. I would replace him with someone else, but that would take a lot of rewriting/remaking of messages that I don't have the energy to do. I love this story cause it's one of the first that actually felt proud of (despite it not being finished yet), but I'm not going to let his actions ruin something I've come to love. I still respect the time he spent in NCT, but I do not play with that racist bs. Good luck to him and whatever he does, but I wanna stay far away from it.
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SUMMARY: You confessed to Na Jaemin in your junior year of high school. The confession was disastrous in your eyes, and probably even worse in everyone else’s. After graduating, you choose a university close to home, but the sustainable, fun college life you’d hoped for didn’t become your reality. So to fix your somewhat boring life, you transfer to NCU. You’ll have your childhood best friends and new opportunities awaiting—but much to your not-so surprise, Jaemin also happens to go there. What will come of you reuniting after 4 years?
CHAPTER 4.O
~1.1k words (suggestive content at the end)
"Y/n, scooch," Yunjin says from behind you, "let me check myself in the mirror real quick." You move over obediently, grabbing your small mirror from your makeup bag. Concentrating on trying to put on your lashes, Chenle appears in the door frame of the small bathroom.
"How am I ready before y'all?" He questions, arms crossed. You ignore him, frustrated with the odd-looking gap on your lash line—opting to clamp both sets of lashes together, hoping it stays.
"Sorry that we wanted to look our absolute best, unlike you," Yunjin states, jumpstarting the banter for the night. Chenle gasps, offended.
"Maybe if you had paid for me to get my lashes done, I wouldn't be taking this long," you say, attitude-like.
"You never asked," he says, confused, "but also I'm not paying for shit that doesn't benefit me."
"It would benefit you," you whine, "I would take less time trying to make sure my lashes look right. AKA less time getting ready. AKA we leave earlier." He rolls his eyes, plopping on your bed. "Swear, I'm almost done," you assure him.
"I'm done, I just wanted to check my hair and make sure everything was sitting right," Yunjin says.
"Good. Soobin's about to be here with Jisung," Gyuvin says, walking into your room and snuggling into your bed like it's his own. With the mention of your two friends, you hear a knock on the door.
"Coming!" You rush to the door, opening it to see an additional guest along with the confirmed two. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, but let it pass. "Yes, come on in, Haechan. I definitely invited you to my apartment to pregame."
"Ayeee, where the shots???"
"Up your ass," you reply matter-of-factly.
"Come on, Y/n, you can't be mad at me forever," he whines, trying to act innocent and cute.
You fake gag, "Nah, you can get the fuck on with that cutesy shit." You move your attention to your other friends, "The others are in my room rn, we're about to take a couple shots before we leave." Soobin and Jisung nod along, following you towards your room. "Jisungie, you sure you're good with being DD?"
"Yeah, I gotta take photos for NZT anyway," he says, messing with the strap of the bookbag carrying a few of his cameras. "I don't mind being sober."
A few shots and a jam-packed car later, you pull up to the NZT frat house. You step over solo cups littering the trashily decorated front lawn, your tipsy state making everything a little more whimsical. Jisung leads your intoxicated group to the front door of the expensive frat house. Stepping through the front door, you are met with music bumping and sweaty bodies moving around. You're met with flashbacks of your Junior year. You shake your head, choosing not to focus on the past. A lanky man greets Jisung with a quick dap.
"Hey, Sung! You brought some friends this time around?" the scarily handsome man says. His seemingly lanky stature is soon disproved as you watch his biceps tense under his muscle shirt.
"Yeah, John, I hope you don't mind."
"Never! No one should miss out on an NZT party," This 'John' says as he daps up Haechan as well. "If it ain't miss Jennie," John smirks at Yunjin, "Jeno's holding a beerpong competition in the dining room if you're looking for him." Yunjin rolls her eyes at him and turns to you.
"You wanna get a drink, y/nnie?"
"Of course," you smile tipsily at her. You both begin walking hand in hand, letting the rest of your group choose to either follow or go off on their own. Passing by the so-called 'John', your heavy eyes meet his. He gives you a good once-over and smirks, turning back to answer whatever question Jisung had for him. "Who was that?"
"Johnny Suh. A business major who just so happens to be the Nu Zeta Tau president." Yunjin responds. You nod in response. His attractiveness is pulling you in, but you try to remind yourself that trying to get down with a frat dude isn't the best decision. Choosing the president is probably 10 times worse, but who knows where the night will lead you.
You're amidst the sweaty bodies—sipping on a mix of shitty tequila and Kool-Aid, purse tight on your shoulder, and your curls getting jumped by the humidity. You're rapping to Gyuvin's camera, somehow still remembering the lyrics despite your drunken state. Gyuvin excuses himself when the song changes, and you stay in the mix of people without a care in the world. You sober up a bit, checking your surroundings, recognizing none of your friends are around to make sure you're good. During your quick scan, you make eye contact with Jaemin. He's hugging a wall while talking to someone you don't know. You hold his stare, not backing down. He soon stops his conversation and heads towards you, knocking you back into reality. You disconnect your eyes hastily, still feeling his burning gaze on the side of your face. You feign confidence in light of the soon-to-be advances of your old crush. Your body is still moving to the music, 'Sex on the Beach' by PARTYNEXTDOOR blaring in your ears. Hands lightly grip your waist, pulling you back. You turn your head around urgently, only to see Johnny Suh. Your body calms as you lean back into his touch, craning your head back to whisper in his ear.
"You know, most people would introduce themselves before getting handsy."
"Yunjin already told you about me. What introduction do you really need?" He says, lips ghosting over the curve in your neck. You scrunch your eyebrows at his words.
"Okay then, Johnny, what's my name?" You say, using your free hand to bring one of his arms around your front.
"Y/n, but Y/nnie according to Yunjin," he says, squeezing you closer. "I think gorgeous is more fitting, though. What do you think?" Your drunken state subdues your inexperience and ups your boldness. You turn around, pressing your chest into his front and arms loosely wrapping around his neck. You look at him with your big eyes—lids drooped, thinning them out and scanning his face. His eyes are hooded, staring at you with a new level of fire than before. His hands are moving dangerously around your hips and ass. His touch is electric, and you want more. Jaemin is long forgotten, and thoughts of Johnny are running rampant. "What's going on up in that pretty head of yours? You really have to think about your own name?" Johnny teases.
You down the rest of your drink, tossing the solo cup somewhere behind the man. You pull him closer and whisper vulger words sweetly into his ear, nose grazing the flesh, teasingly.
TWT𓂃⋆.˚
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notes: First update in about two months😛. This is a short, straightforward update; I've been holding it for a minute and haven't had any new ideas to add. I'm thinking next few chapters y/n fucks w/ johnny a little more or maybe jaemin gets bolder, who knows🤷🏾♀️. I'm just doing anything to give me a good dopamine hit atp. College been beating my ass rb.
Lots of words! yall don’t have to read I just needed to say something!
I’ve been an nctzen for almost an entire decade of my life. I grew up with these boys, especially the dreamies as they’re around my age. Mark wasn’t necessarily my bias but he always stood out to me. I always admired his ambition, hard-work and proud faith. He truly has remained an inspiration to me throughout my teens and 20s and was a big part in who I am today. I will forever be thankful to Mark Lee. The only word I can think of is bittersweet. I’m obviously a little bummed over this but I am also so so proud of him and I can’t wait to see what he brings to the table with no restrictions and on his own time.
Nct will forever be a big part of my life even when I’m old and wrinkled I will still be humming that dumbass flute sound. What really hit me was at the start of my journey with nct I was 13 years old. Awkward, shy, freshly moved to a bigger city full of strangers from my rural Appalachian hometown where everyone knows everyone. I tried so hard to fit in with the cool Florida teenagers but I couldn’t shake this feeling that it just wasn’t me. Thanks to nct I was proud to be different, experimental, and loud. I was the girl with bright pink or green hair that learned to take lead and be outgoing when no one else would. I owe that to nct. One time a girl in my class was getting bullied by a guy for liking kpop. I saw this as a chance to show off my new confidence. I defended her, talked to her about her favorite groups. Me and that girl are going on 9 years of friendship now. A few years later i joined a group chat for nct fans. Met 2 other girls. Now the 4 of us are stuck together like glue. I owe nct that as well.
As I enter my mid 20s and I sit here, in my nice city apartment that I worked hard for with my fiancé, planning a wedding, I think about that 13 year old girl and how amazed and proud she would be to see me now. Thank you boys for the domino effect you caused in making my life to be so great. I will continue to support you throughout my life.
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First, my credentials: I am a black college student currently attending a pwi, but an hbcu was always on my list of colleges that I wanted to attend. Unfortunately, I had to go for a school that was cheaper, so that took alot of hbcus out of the equation since majority of them are private and have that private price tag. Luckily, the school I chose has a large African American population, so I’ve been able to experience college with people who look like me and relate to me. I’ve never put my opinion online really, let alone tumblr, so this is a first for me😬. But I think what’s making me so passionate about this is because it’s bts(my ult group since 2016/the group that got me into kpop), but also hbcus are apart of my roots. My auntie and cousin attended FAMU along with my other relatives who went to others.
Now, with one simple Google of Howard University, the first like 5 words include HISTORICALLY BLACK in some way. So that trailer? Whitewashed. Asian people were not accepted in America in 1896, so do you really think it was white folk who uplifted them and recorded Arirang? No. So who do the 7 Korean men actually turn to when white folk are being racist and excluding them?? BLACK PEOPLE. And what do we do?? Accept and uplift them because that’s how our community is. Our community can be altruistic, which makes me love us even more. Our culture is rich, we are trendsetters and if I could, I would choose to be black in every lifetime.
The whitewashing of Howard completely disregards black people and our acceptance and uplifting of other minorities and screams their rejection of us. Black people are constantly disregarded, overshadowed, and labeled as every remotely bad adjective you could think of—but everyone wants to benefit from us without giving credit.
What happened to American Hustle Life?? What happened to learning about black culture and supporting the people who molded the music you make today?? And then people are saying “it’s not bts’ fault” BUT YALL PRAISE THEM FOR THEIR INVOLVEMENT IN THEIR MUSIC AND STORYTELLING. So which one is it? Do we hold them accountable or do we go on like that trailer didn’t just whitewash black folks history, let alone their own??? Dare I say this plays into the white savior complex?? But maybe I’m taking it too far.
I’ve seen many black kpop fans talk about this on tiktok, so I feel like my voice is small amongst many, but I’m glad it’s being discussed. It’s still being ignored by non-black bts fans(at least as far as I’ve seen), but maybe we can be heard for once.
A quote from my Dad that pushed me to make this post even more: “No one should reject another’s history to project their own.”
Here are a couple of TikToks that I think discuss this topic well:
