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renjun says, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. and while you know it's true, speaking it out into the world in such a casual manner causes a bit of an initial shock.
you don't look back to renjun, eyes focused on the moon, the stars, and everything above that. "you did?" you question, fully aware that the both of you knew the answer to that.
"as if you didn't hear everyone talk about how they thought we would end up together back in highschool." renjun counters, sinking further into his car seat.
you were fully aware of 'everyone' and their talk. the comments as you passed by the halls with him.
"are they together?"
the teasing little pushes from your friend's as renjun stopped by your lunch table, asking if you were still on for your evening plans. even random quips from people you swear you've never interacted with before.
"oh trust me," you scoff at the memories. "i remember it all."
"then why didn't we?" he let's the words slip from his lips.
renjun can't tell who should be more surprised in this situation. because sure, he knew saying how he thought the two of you would end up together was one thing, but this, the why's of things, was a new level of confession. a level that you didn't know could be unlocked, at least not tonight.
your eyes are still trained on the night sky in front of you, "do you want the truth?"
"nothing but the truth"
to put it simple, you always loved renjun, though you never thought you were good enough for him. at times you still feel that way, but it's never to the extent that it was before. you were going through a lot in high school, things that you never even told renjun, despite him being your best friend. so in your mind, you felt as though it would of been burdensome to be with someone like you.
so if renjun wanted to hear it all, then you'd let him. it was probably the least he deserved anyways.
renjun shifts his weight over so that he was now on his side, the only thing in his line of vision was you, making you suddenly hyper aware of your surroundings and you're confessions.
you're about to take back everything you've said, tell him it's all one big prank, that nothing happened in high school and you were just being silly.
"but what about now?" renjun cuts your train of thoughts, his tone laced with nothing but seriousness. "how do you feel now?"
now? exactly how it's been for the past six years. you never stopped loving renjun, not once.
maybe it was the fact that it was 1:25am, or maybe there was just something in the air, because for the first time tonight, you finally meet renjun's longing eyes.
# the dorm chronicles —the one with the late night talking
you've sort of created a routine you could say, when you weren't able to sleep.
the routine follows: go in the kitchen, make yourself some hot tea, bask in the quietness of the dorms (which you rarely got), and ponder with your thoughts on the kitchen island until you're at your last drop of tea.
however, today you were met with an unfamiliar guest.
"mark?" you squint your eyes, barely able to see anyone in the darkness, the only lightsource being the moon shining in from the dorm windows. "is that you?"
"____?" the moving figure gets closer, which helps you confirm that it is in fact mark. "what are you doing up? it's nearly 3am."
funny. you could ask him the same thing.
you hold up the sudsy mug, "i'm just washing up my tea mug" you rinse it off quickly before placing it with the rest of the drying dishes.
mark only nods in acknowledgement before making his way to where you were previously sat. pulling the chair out, he seats himself before blankly staring at the magnets on the kitchen fridge.
usually, after your tea and pondering session, you head back into your room where you either fall straight to bed, or play sudoku until your brain fries. but today is different.
there was definitely something up with the group's leader tonight, and the evidence was clear. out of your many nights of staying up late, you've never once caught mark out, sure maybe chenle or donghyuck, but never mark. not to mention that it didn't take a detective to notice the heavy eye bags under his eyes.
you don't head back to your room after washing up. instead, you pull out a chair next to mark. "do you wanna talk about it?" you offer kindly.
"just doing some overthinking you know?" mark starts, and you hum in agreement, encouraging him to speak whatever was on his mind. "about whether i make a good leader, if i'm doing our unit justice or not. sometimes i think i let the team down." he confesses in one go, half relieved he was finally able to get something off his chest while the other half still felt uneasy.
you were quick to have a hand on mark's back, rubbing small circles to ease him. being leader wasn't an easy task, everyone knows it, but to hear mark confess to you personally, at 3am, emotions and vulnerability out in the open. in a sense, it made you feel honoured that he was able to share that with you.
comforting people wasn't something you were particularly good at, but you gave it your best for mark. "mark lee i think you're the most wonderful leader possible," you see him give you a look that speaks 'i don't believe you', so you continue. "i'm serious. i don't think the company would of agreed on such position for you if you weren't suited for it."
you didn't really know if you're words were helping mark or not, but with the way the corner of his lips tug upwards, just a little, you know you're doing something right.
"and i've seen the way the dreamies look at you! on set or off set, their eyes are just filled with so much love and adoration that no one can miss." this time you catch mark's slight smile turn into a full beam.
mark get's up and off his chair with you following in the process, "thank you ____, really, i appreciate it a lot. with being the leader and all, sometimes i don't know who to turn too? like i know my members will happily hear me out but i don't know, it feels weird because i'm suppose to help them out you know?"
your heart aches at mark's words, sure being leader meant a lot of things, but it never meant carrying big burdens all by yourself. before you can even register it, your arms are already stretching themselves out wide, inviting the leader in for a hug, to which he happily accepts. roping his big arms around your figure, you both stay like that for a while.
when mark break contact first, you decide to speak up again. "if you ever need someone to talk to mark, i'm always gonna be here," your brush a light hand over mark's arms. "i may not be apart of the team, but i love you guys and want to be there for you all always."
"you," he shoves your shoulder lightly, "have, and will always be apart of the team." which earns a light chuckle out of you. "we should get back to our rooms now, it's getting late." you glance at the clock that now reads 3:30am, everyone had to be up for tomorrows schedules at 6am, leaving you both barely three hours of sleep.
the two of you head off into your own rooms, but before mark could make it in fully, he ducks his head out swiftly, muttering one more thank you before shutting the door behind him.
you were always close to mark, but today it felt as though you both gained a new level of trust within the friendship, and you only hoped it would continue to grow from there.
# the dorm chronicles —the one with y/n sleeping in jeno’s bed
notes. not proofread
"____ i swear if you're in my room again." you hear jeno call out to you from across the hall, and maybe you would be scared of the 6ft tall boy threatening you ,if only it wasn't for the fact that he's thrown the same threat at least three times a day, but fails to do anything about it.
so naturally, you only snuggle into the sheet tighter, brining your his comforter close to you.
the room door swings open, lee jeno standing at the opening in the flesh. he makes his way over to you, studying your figure, (which, he may add, put no effort into even acknowledging him.)
"why."
"it's comfy!" you defend, "it's not my fault you have a better, comfier, and softer bed than mine."
before jeno could argue back that no, it is in fact not his fault, that his bed is better than yours, (because how can it be? you're the own who chose your own bedding and blankets.) na jaemin walks right into the scene.
he notices a semi helpless jeno, and a very comfortable ____ in..his bed ? naturally, he invites himself over, "let me guess, ____ is bunking in your bed again?"
"i'm not always here"
the duo share each other a quick glance before deadpanning, "yes you are."
ok so maybe they were right...you were always caught in jeno's bed, whether it was sleeping, watching netflix, or just to rewind. there was just something nice about jeno and jaemin's shared room, if not in jeno's bed, you could usually be found being occupied in their room normally.
"i can't even be mad though," jeno said as he pushes your lounging figure over, making space for himself. "how do you always manage to make my bed look so much more comfier than it is?"
"well whatever the secret is, i fear it will have to wait. donghyuck just texted saying that food's here, so let's go." jaemin motions his head to the door.
the three of you get up and out of the share room, you following last. "can i bunk in there after dinner?"
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synopsis. in which you’re the daughter of nct dream’s manager and you live with them in the dorms…definitely isn’t hectic at all !
pairings. nct dream ¡ platonic reader
notes. reader is bi here, everything with the members are platonic ! they’re all a bunch of best friends, readers the closest to the j line, EVERYTHING will be sfw, chapters aren’t in a specific order (so unless stated so) u can read however
⠀⠀⠀you guys can req anything you want to see in this fic !!
slytherin!jaemin who makes his way to your lunch table, he's not wearing his school robe, nor is his button down shirt done all the way up, his tie hanging loosely around his collar.
"the answers still no na jaemin." you state before he could even get a word in, not bothering to look up at him.
"oh c'mon! you didn't even let me have a chance to ask you this time."
you keep your eyes trained on the food in front of you, knowing that by now, people are already starting to stare. "i don't have to jaemin," you began. "you ask if i'd like to go on a date with you, i reject you, and then you come back the next day doing the exact same thing."
slytherin!jaemin who doesn't feel an ounce of shame as you reject him for the severalth time this week in front of the student body. oddly enough, it only encourages him more.
you don't quite understand what the slytherin boy even found in you, and you also don't understand why you allow the same boy to pester you like this.
(you do, you'd just rather not admit it right now.)
"you don't want a girl like me jaemin."
you're challenging him, good thing he loves challenges.
he quirks an eyebrow at you, "and why would that be?" and you hate the way you find that stupid expression hot.
"because," you try to come up with an excuse, failing miserably. "i'm crazy."
good one...
"that's exactly how i like my women!"
"get out of my face na jaemin."
slytherin!jaemin who bids you farewell, but not before replying "see you tomorrow ____" throwing a wink your way. he'd have to start stepping up his game if he wanted this to go anywhere, but one thing was for certain. na jaemin just had to have you.
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"always so straightforward aren't you sweetheart?"
your ears turn two shades of pink, and you're grateful that you picked today of all days to wear your hair down. 'sweetheart', the nickname given to you by none other than your rival donghyuck, was something that he gave to you way back in the sixth grade. he vividly remembered the first time he'd called you it, he'd never seen you so flustered before, therefore, making it his forever mission to tease you like that any opportunity he could get.
you look down to the piece of paper in front of you, a big 96% inked at the very top of the first page. donghyuck catches the way you smile to yourself, clearly proud of your score.
after a thorough analysis of your exam, you turn your body towards donghyuck. "96%, now try beating that." you say, chest filled with pride.
you watch as donghyuck's body quickly deflates, that playful smirk that's always attached to his face, slowly fades. a tell tale sign that he has clearly lost the battle between the two of you.
"i knew it!" you jumped from your seat a bit too enthusiastically for it being first period on a monday morning.
"one for ____ and absolutely zero! for lee donghyuck." you hold out your fingers, as if to display the 'score' between you and your rival, to which he only scofs back in response.
you give yourself an imaginary pat on the back while mentally congratulating yourself for not only your high mark, but the fact that it was able to beat whatever donghyuck had received.
"you know," you lean down to donghyuck's level, who was still seated firmly in his chair. "there's always next time, babe." you whisper the last part extra softly, so that it was only him who could hear your words.
"babe?" donghyuck cocks an eyebrow at you, "i could get use to that you know ?" clearly amused at the sudden nickname.
"good thing it was a one time thing donghyuck." you replied. even after all this time, he always found a way to mess with your head still.
once you felt as though you had done enough damage control for one day, you lean back up, smoothing out your school skirt in the process. you flash the man one final smile before heading up to the front desk where you'd hand in your exam back to the professor.
donghyuck only looks down at his own paper, a bold 98% scribbled in red.
he'd let you have this win, he always would. donghyuck would take this version of you, the one that's smiling ear to ear, proud of yourself and your work, over any other win any day.
note. reader is anything but straight, jeno for the #gays
there come a lot of advantages when you're lee jeno's best friend.
for one, people automatically move out of their way when you're walking down the halls with him, and two, you get invited to parties all the time because of him and his stupidly popular friend group (even if you don't really like to party, it's the thought counts.)
but you're favourite may just be this one.
"is there a problem here ?" jeno sets his drink down on the bar counter, swinging an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer to him.
you wrap your arm around jeno's waist, instinctively melting into his touch. "i don't think we do ? do we ?" you look over to jeno sweetly and then back to the man in front of you. the same one who had been pestering you for the past five minutes, not getting the several hints that you clearly weren't interested in him.
your best friend leaned down to press a soft kiss on your forehead, subtly flexing his toned arms. if he wasn't already intimidated by jeno then, he definitely was now. "o-oh" he stuttered out pathetically, "i'm sorry i didn't know you had a boyfriend. i'll be on my way." he threw down a couple bucks for his drink before weaving his way through the club crowds and soon, disappearing from your sight.
you sigh a breath of relief, releasing your hold on jeno as he does the same. "jesus christ i thought he would never leave." your mind replaying the past five minutes where you sat idly as the stranger in front of you made attempts to sweet talk you.
spoiler alert: it did not work
"aren't you glad your super awesome best friend came to your rescue though ?" jeno gloats to your face.
to which you shove him.
you roll your eyes, scoffing in the process. "yeah right, don't think i didn't see you purposefully flex your arms. you'll take any chance to show them off won't you."
"hey ! i did it for a good cause ! you would of been stuck in another five minute conversation with that guy if it wasn't for me and my guns."
"never. call your muscles that again."
jeno decides to takes the empty space next to you before you begin again, "it's crazy because i don't even like men like that ! why do they always run to me." you take a sip of your drink before shoving it in jeno's hand to finish, too bitter. "i want a pretty girl to talk to me ! where are the pretty girls at." you frown in annoyance.
see usually things either go one of two ways.
one, there are no pretty girls.
or two, there ARE pretty girls, but they flock to your stupidly handsome best friend.
so you guess there are disadvantages to be lee jeno's best friend.
jeno chugs down the rest of your drink before speaking, a sour expression painting his face as he points to a girl. damn that drink was really bitter.
"you see that girl over there." you hum in agreement when you catch her standing by herself at a table. "a little birdie told me that she's been eyeing you down all evening."
your heart beats a little at this new found information, and also a little more when you catch her staring back at you, her eyes basically inviting you over to her table.
jeno slaps your back, making you jump at the contact and back to reality, "go get em' tiger !"
you stand up promptly, dusting your dress off quickly before fixing your hair.
you then sit back down.
"what ? did you not just hear me, go get-"
"i heard you jen !" you cut him short, sighing, "she's pretty, like, really pretty, and i'm just me ! the total opposite..."
jeno places a warm hand over your thigh, "____, you're pretty !, like, really pretty ! and im 110% sure that the girl over there wouldn't be staring you down like that if she didn't also think that way. you need to be more confident in yourself." he reassures you softly, though it's proving to be a little difficult when you're in a club with music blasting over you.
nonetheless, you felt very heartwarmed at jeno's sudden words of assurance, plus, he was right (unfortunately).
"you wan't me sooo bad"
"you like women ____" he deadpans.
you flash a teasing smiling his way before making your way towards the said girl...again. he only responds with a thumbs up as he watches you find your way towards a potential new lover.
you guess there are a lot of advantages in being lee jeno's best friend.
your boyfriend, renjun, was referring to what had just occurred at his best friend mark's party. a small group of you guys were gathered around his living room, catching up, when someone had asked you how your therapy session had been going.
it was really all harmless, and you were going to answer. that is, until you realised your boyfriend was seated right next to you. which wouldn't be such a problem, though it was the same boyfriend who wasn't aware of your therapy sessions.
that's how you ended up here, parked up in renjun's garage. his hand finding it way to your's, like it always does. his question didn't come off aggressive or demanding, though they never do, but more so disappointed.
disappointed because why didn't you tell him ? had you been struggling this whole time ? did you not feel comfortable enough to open up about such matter ? to which he mentally berated himself for because the mere thought of you not opening up to hime because he couldn't create a safe environment for you absolutely crushed him.
but this wasn't about him, it was about you. so any previous thoughts he had needed to be pushed back until later.
in all honesty you had no idea what you were going to say to your boyfriend. sure it wasn't ideal to hid such things from him, i mean, how long were you planning on keeping it a secret ? maybe it was a good thing today's events happened.
you wanted to tell renjun, really you did, but you didn't know how he'd feel about it. you already had enough backlash from your family for going to therapy. "it's all in your head" or "you don't need to be wasting money on such things"
in all honesty you were just afraid.
and it's as if renjun was listening in on the thoughts swarming your head. his thumbs starts to rubs softs circles on hand, "you can tell me ____"
so you did, "i didn't know how you'd react" you began, "i already get enough judgement in my everyday life from other's close to me, and i don't know, i was afraid you wouldn't approve of it or think i'm weird for going to therapy." at this point your hands started to tremble a little, but renjun was quick to calm you down.
"i was just worried on how you would think of me, if you would still wanna stic-"
your sentence was cut short by a quick peck on the lips, followed by a warm embrace, to which you quickly melted into, your head finding it's way between the crook of renjun's shoulder.
"I would never, in a million years think like that. whatever you're going through we go through together, i promise i'll be around. i'm always gonna be around." renjun runs his hands through your locks of hair, and even though he can't see it, he can already feel the waterworks start to form.
"i-i'm sorry" you try to say through choked sobs, "for ever doubting how you would feel. i should of told you sooner." by now you're already mentally cursing yourself for one, being reduced to tears so quickly, and two, staining renjun's shirt with said tears.
"shhhh" renjun continues to run his hands through your hair. he feels you bring him closer to you, as if that was even possible, but he allows it, he always does.
"you don't have to apologise for anything okay?" to which you give a small nod in response. "what matters is that i know now yeah ? and i promise from now on you don't have to go through anything alone. i've got you."
and you know he does, he has you when you were too scared to order your own food at a restaurant, or when he zips up the back of your dress because you can't reach it.
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༊*·˚ bf woozi who brings you food when he knows you’ve had a stressful day
༊*·˚ bf woozi who only allows you to be in his studio, he was everything you could ever need in there. your fav blankets and pillows, snacks in a cute crate that he leaves beside the couch, and always having your fav drink stocked up
༊*·˚ bf woozi who doesn’t enjoy pda but it’s different with you
༊*·˚ bf woozi who moves closer to you when you’ve fallen asleep next to him so that you can rest your head on his shoulder
༊*·˚ bf woozi who complains when you wear his clothes but never says yes when you ask “do you want me to take it off ?”
༊*·˚ bf woozi who has a notebook filled with scrap lyrics, hoping to use them one day to make a love song after you
༊*·˚ bf woozi who won’t say no to playing his guitar for you when you’re stressed
༊*·˚ bf woozi who buys that lipstick you’ve been eyeing down for a while now but never buying it because you’re tryna save money
༊*·˚ bf woozi who is already waiting at the carpark after you finish class, you’re favourite drink in hand
༊*·˚ bf woozi who’s ears turn a dark shade of red when you throw out a random compliment at him unexpectedly
༊*·˚ bf woozi who always has a black bracelet on his right hand, it’s a matching set and you have the other
༊*·˚ bf woozi who only allows you to play with his hair when he grows it out
༊*·˚class president seungcheol who is loved by everyone, including students that were not in his class or grade
༊*·˚ class president who accidently bumped into you while he was carrying one too many boxes to the student council
༊*·˚ class president seungcheol who was taken away by your beauty when he looked up from the mess that was the knocked down boxes
༊*·˚ class president seungcheol who told you not to worry about your mistaken, saying that it was his fault that you bumped into him
༊*·˚ class president seungcheol who does not enjoy when others call him his full name because it comes off too strict, but when it comes from you, it’s the only thing he ever wants to hear
༊*·˚ class president seungcheol who starts to find excuses to see you everyday, volunteering to drop papers off to your classroom
༊*·˚ class president seungcheol who was worried you wouldn’t exchange socials with him but in fact, you ended up asking him first
༊*·˚ class president seungcheol who tries to finish his work early everyday so that he has an excuse to see you and walk with you to the bus stop
༊*·˚ class president seungcheol who tutors you on the subjects you struggle the most in
༊*·˚ class president seungcheol who denies that he blushes every time you text him, but jeonghan can see right through him
༊*·˚ class president seungcheol who was too scared to ask you too the school formal, apparently being class prez means being able to stand up against your scary homeroom teacher, but not ask a girl out
༊*·˚ class president seungcheol who picks you up and drops you off to and from the formal
༊*·˚ class president seungcheol who plucks up the courage to kiss you at your doorstep right before heading off
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