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Long time no see! Itâs obvious I havenât written in a while but I might start again. However it would be more for K-pop and such now. Also if youâd like to follow me, my new blog is @yeosangiehoe and feel free to send in requests as well! Any band, any member
â summary: social streaming and media influencing has become a big business for those who have the charisma needed to enter it, and make profit from it too. Y/N, a recognized online streamer with little patience and many anger issues sees herself involved with Hyuck, a gamer with a big audience whose personality revolves around positivity. Both worlds clash when they meet, but can they make it work or will it end as another internet drama for the audience? Only time will tell.Â
Synopsis: With spending more and more time with the boys, you become closer and closer. When Renjun is struck by heartbreak, how are you going to help?
Word Count:Â 3,4k
Genre: slow burn, angst, fluff
Warnings: none
Member: 00z, ft. Yangyang
A/N: Okay guys this is it! This is the actual beginning of the series! I hope you can enjoy this and the drama that is going to follow!
~Series Masterlist~
 Time was an illusion indeed. There would be hours that dragged on endlessly, dragging you along with them, tired and sleepy. There would minutes that ticked by in a heartbeat, minutes of happiness and smiles that you wanted to hold on to, but slipped through your fingers.
 It had been weeks since you had broken up with Kyle. You wanted to say that you were getting better every day, but that would be a lie. It still hurt seeing him in the cafeteria with his friends, it still hurt when he brushed past you in the hallways. You were thankful you hadnât changed your schedule to fit his, because that would have just driven you mad.
 âDonât Need Your Love Clubâ or âDNYLâ for short, surprisingly did help. Hanging out with boys that werenât Kyle or his group of friends and genuinely had fun getting to know you and spend time with you was more refreshing that you had ever anticipated.
 You had gotten very close with both Renjun and Yangyang, with Renjun sending you every meme he stumbled upon and Yangyang joining you in many of your dance lessons. You shared a couple classes with Jeno, who always managed to make you laugh in the most inappropriate situations. Jaemin was just⌠Jaemin. He flirted with you constantly and you made an effort to always have something to say back to him.
 Renjun had slipped one day, telling you how upset Donghyuck had been when he learnt you had joined. You had tried your best to keep a straight face and allowed Renjun to console you. All the boys were certain Donghyuck would come around sooner or later.
 You couldnât be as certain. Due to this uncertainty, you always left the club early, a few minutes after Donghyuck arrived. You declined invitations to hang out with all of them and you did all you could to avoid him.
 And life went on.
 Elena was sitting next to you, her eyes focused on her laptop screen as she furiously copied the information from the book she had borrowed from the library. Music was flowing from the cafĂŠâs speakers, not too loud to bother you while you worked, but loud enough to provide a nice background noise. You took a sip of your latte as you let your eyes skim over your best friendâs familiar features. Your mind trailed off, but Elenaâs voice snapped you back into reality.
 âSorry, what was that?â you asked.
 Elena gave you a small smile, turning to look at you properly.
 âI said, âyouâre doing it again.ââ She answered you.
 âDoing what again?â you asked.
 âYouâre getting stuck in that pretty head of yours. I canât follow you there. Itâs annoying, really.â She replied.
 You let out a small âohâ. It was true that you got stuck in your own head a lot. Your thoughts would run around and around spinning you in circles and you couldnât help but follow. It was worse that, once snapped out of your reverie, you couldnât even start to explain what you were thinking about.
 âIâm sorry. I really canât help itâ you apologized.
 âI know you are. It makes it even worse somehow, I canât even be mad at you.â She answered you.
 âPlease! You canât be mad at me anyway, you love me too muchâ you said, grabbing one of her hands and bringing it to cup your face.
 You werenât quite sure how it started, but that was a sign of affection, saved for only you and Elena. You would cup the others face with one hand, letting the other melt into the touch. You would look at each other in the way best friends often do and talk without using words.
 You did that just now, allowing your look to say how sorry you were and that you didnât mean to shut her out. Elenaâs own look spoke of how much she loved you and that she simply wanted you to be okay.
 Your moment was cut short by your ringtone, singing loudly to one of your favorite songs. You glanced at the screen and werenât surprised to see Renjunâs name popping up. You shot a look at Elena who just stretched while mumbling something that sounded like âYou and your boysâ.
 âHello~â you say in a sing- song voice.
 âY/N! Where are you?â Renjun shouted at the microphone, almost out of breath.
 âLower your voice, you idiot! I almost lost an ear! Iâm with Elena, weâre working on an assignment.â You replied.
 âAre you finishing up? Iâm bored, letâs grab some coffee!â he proposed.
 âGive me one secondâ you told him, lowering your phone from your ear and covering the microphone.
 You turned to Elena who was watching you with mild amusement.
 âThat was Renjunâ you started.
 âSo I heard. Probably the whole cafĂŠ too.â She cut you off, teasing.
 âOh shut up. He wants coffee. Do you mind if I tell him to come here?â you asked.
 âSure thing! Finally Iâll get some time to actually talk to the guy before he snatches you off from meâ she said.
 âHey Jun, you still there?â you asked.
 âIâll have you know, that was exactly 24 seconds. 24 seconds of my life I will never get backâ Renjun said dramatically.
 âIâll text you an address. Come here and Iâll buy you coffee in exchange for your 24 seconds.â You answered.
 âSounds like a deal to me! Iâll see you in a while.â He said, hanging up immediately.
 You had a smile on your face as you put your phone down. Elena looked as if she was about to say something, but thought better of it. You tried to finish off your work, putting your heads together and concentrating. You were pretty satisfied with the result if you could say so yourself, saving only a quick run-over for later.
 As Renjun walked in the cafÊ, you got up to greet him with a hug. He held you close as you exchanged your hellos, taking a seat right next to you and ordering a slice of cake.
 âWhat about coffee?â you jokingly asked.
 âMeh, Iâm not really crazy about coffee to be honest. I like sweets though. And tea when Iâm sketching or painting.â He said.
 âYou draw?â Elena asked, surprised.
 âYes I do! Calms me down a ton.â Renjun answered.
 The conversation flowed from there. Elena didnât miss her chance to get to know Renjun and he was very excited to see Elenaâs art. You talked about art, school, movies, books and exes. You didnât know how the conversation got there, but it did.
 You didnât want to shut down on them, get lost inside your head again so you tried your best to listen. Elena was talking about that one girl that broke up with her because she refused to have sex. Renjun was listening, but you could tell he wasnât ready to share.
 You did your best to change the subject, gaining a grateful look from Renjun. If he didnât want to say, then you werenât going to ask.
 Taking note of the darkness that had quickly spread outside Elena proposed that you should be heading out soon. Her parents called, offering to drive you all home. Renjun politely declined, so you did too.
 Renjun of course offered to walk you home and as you walked, you took your chance to ask him if he had liked Elena.
 âSheâs really nice. A very good artist too. I donât think I know her enough to like her or not but⌠Sheâs niceâ he repeated.
 You nodded walking next to him with your pinkies linked. The silence was comfortable, as it always was with Renjun.
 Soon enough, you arrived in front of your house. Squeezing him tight, you said goodnight and promised to see each other at school tomorrow.
 The next day your arrival to the school gates was followed by a frantic Jeno walking up to you.
 âY/N, finally youâre here!â he said.
 âHey Jeno! Whatâs got you so worked up this early?â you asked.
 âHave you spoken with Renjun at all?â he asked as an answer.
 âYes! We were together yesterday.â You replied.
 âOf course heâd be with you. Iâm going to kill him.â He said.
 âJeno, slow down. What happened?â you asked.
 Jeno wavered for a few seconds, opening and closing his mouth. He looked away from you and failed to meet your eyes as the- seemingly- right words came to him.
 âItâs not exactly my place to say. Iâm sorry Y/N. You should talk to Jun. He trusts you, maybe you can help him better than we can.â He said finally.
 âJeno, seriously, whatâs going on? How can I help if I donât know whatâs wrong?â you asked.
 Jeno was about to say something but the schoolâs bell cut him short. It also seemed to snap him out of his thoughts. He shook his head and started walking away from you.
 âTalk to Renjun. Please.â He said over his shoulder, rushing past other students and leaving you alone in the hallway.
 You werenât sure how you managed to sit through your first hour but miraculously, you did. Looking at your teacherâs mouth moving, your attention clearly elsewhere you willed your mind to rewind to Renjunâs behavior yesterday.
 He had seemed fine, more than fine really. He was smiling, cracking jokes, talking animatedly as he always did. He had met Elena, he had walked you home. Maybe he had hugged you a little tighter than usual? Maybe there were words left unsaid between the two of you.
 He wasnât replying to texts. He wasnât even reading them. You wanted to believe that he was in class, too preoccupied to look at his phone. A little voice in the back of your mind told you otherwise and you couldnât help but listen.
 The bell signaling the end of the first period also signaled your salvation. You had a free period now, which meant you could be useful. You had mentally made a list of a few places in town where Renjun could be. You were getting more and more worried by the second. You had planned to text Jeno to get Renjunâs address in case everything else failed.
 Lost too deep in your thoughts, you almost missed the sounds of soft piano drifting from the music room. You retraced your steps, finding the door to be ajar. You pushed it open, popping your head inside and sure enough, Renjun was sitting in the piano, grazing the keys softly as if they were fragile.
 You let yourself in, trying not to make a sound as you shut the door. You dropped your bag next to the door and stood, listening to the music. You never really liked classical music, or more precisely, you never paid too much attention to it. However, seeing Renjun play, you understood why people were enchanted by it. The line of his shoulders was stiff while his fingers were working over the keys.
 You tried to focus on the music, working hard to determine what it was trying to convey. You felt a whirlwind of emotions, too vast to put into words. There was loss and longing, there was hope and fear. And pain. So much pain, that you felt like your breath was knocked out of your lungs.
 The music raised itself to a crescendo and your heart felt like it was fighting to break out of your chest. You realized that tears were streaming your face, but it didnât matter. The only thing that mattered in those moments was that the song was ending, Renjun was hurting and you didnât know what to do.
 Renjun stopped and the room wrapped itself in silence. He gave a long sigh and rested his head on the piano.
 âLike the emotional turmoil? Do I need to put it into words again?â Renjun asked, his voice a whisper.
 âJun⌠Iâm sorry for barging in hereâ you whispered back.
  He didnât move. He didnât show any sign of having heard you at all. Seconds passed slowly and you were about to grab your things and leave when he moved slightly, making some room for you to sit on the bench with him.
 You reacted immediately, but kept your moves silent and soft. You sat next to him on the narrow bench, bodies stuck together. Without you knowing you were holding your breath, a breath you let out as he moved, getting more comfortable next to you.
 âI was looking for youâ you said, voice still low.
 âI know. One of those bastards ratted me out. Who was it?â he asked.
 âJeno.â You said, and then âRenjun, he was really worried. He came up to me first thing in the morning. I donât need to know whatâs going on to see you are hurting. That song you played-â
 âIâm fine. Or, I will be soon.â He cut you off.
 âYou donât have to be.â You answered.
 âItâs just⌠She left Y/N. She left, and I didnât get to say good bye. I only said goodnight. Itâs not fair.â He said.
 You were quiet for a while. You didnât have anything to say, what could you say? You had no idea what was happening, why he was hurting so much, but you desperately wanted to help.
 Suddenly, Renjun sat straight, meeting your eyes.
 âCan I try something?â he asked carefully.
 You didnât know what to expect. Your voice would surely fail you, so a simple nod would have to do.
 He wasted no time, bringing his hand up and close to your face. He was inching closer and closer and you realized that he was about to kiss you.
 You let him.
 The kiss was soft and sweet. He moved slowly, testing the waters, pressing his lips on yours. You felt his hand shake on your face and you almost wanted to smile.
 Before the kiss got any deeper, Renjun broke away. You tried to read his eyes but came up with nothing. Without speaking, you curled up on his side. He leaned on you and the silence wrapped you up once more.
 âDid it help?â You asked, your voice as low as possible.
 âNo. No it didnât.â Renjun replied, squeezing your hand.
 âIâm sorry.â You said.
 âI am tooâ he said.
 You sat there for a while, silently hoping that your presence at least would give him comfort. Renjun slowly untangled himself off of you and you watched as he stood, gathering his things. You followed his lead, picking up your bag and walking away from the music room.
 You shared the next class so it wasnât difficult to follow Renjun, despite the flow of students now walking the halls. You entered the classroom just as Renjun sat down. You took the seat next to his, dropping down your bag and half lying on the desk, looking at him. He mirrored your movements and your eyes locked.
 It was a very peculiar stare, one you had never shared with anyone before. You couldnât exactly read Renjunâs eyes, but one thing was for sure: Whatever happened in the music room, was over and done with.
 Your mind wandered, your thoughts focused on the boy facing you. You took in the curves and edges of his features as he looked directly at your eyes, his own thoughts carrying him away from you. You cared for him a lot, you realized in those moments, more than the little time you had spent together would indicate. It hurt knowing nothing you could do or say would help him.
 Renjun was safety. Renjun was small smiles and giggles in silent rooms. Renjun was hand holding, entwined pinkies and walking side by side. Renjun was playfully shoving each other, teasing and joking. Renjun was silence and serenity.
 Renjun was a lot of things. But he wasnât good for you. And you werenât good for him.
 The day went on. You managed to catch up with Jeno, telling him that you had seen Renjun but keeping out unnecessary details.
 âSo he didnât tell you anything?â Jeno asked again.
 âNo, not really. I think he just needs some space right now, just to breatheâ you answered and Jeno slowly nodded at your words.
 âIâll try to give him space but⌠Iâm worried.â He said.
 You reached out and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, earning a small smile from him.
 âHe knows all of you are there for him. Iâm certain heâll ask for help soon⌠When heâs ready to receive it. Does that make sense?â you finished.
 âIt does. Thank you, Y/N, really.â He answered you.
 You were about to respond, when a figure caught up with you. His steps were heavy and his expression showed his anger. Shooting you a stormy look and disregarding you completely after that, he turned to Jeno.
 âHave you talked to him?â Donghyuck inquired.
 âNo, Y/N is the only person he talked to the whole dayâ Jeno responded.
 âIâm going over to his houseâ Donghyuck announced after a moment of consideration.
 âDonghyuck wait!â you said, pulling him back.
 He graced you with a stare that pierced through you completely. If looks could kill, youâd be dead ten times over right now. The familiar nervousness that came with being in the same room as him surfaced, but you tried to push it down as fast as you could.
 âThis was exactly what I was telling Jeno right before you came. I think Renjun doesnât need this right now. He doesnât want us, hovering around him every second, trying to help him feel better. He needs to figure out what heâs feeling on his own first, and then heâll ask for help. Iâm sure of it.â You said.
 Donghyuck didnât even ponder your words. You doubted he even really heard them.
 âWho are you to tell me what I can and cannot do with my best friend? Youâve known him how long? A couple of years? Now all of a sudden youâre kind of close?â he asked, his tone mocking.
 âIâve known him almost all of my life. Weâve gone through ups and downs and weâve grown together okay? So, no, Iâm not going to follow your stupid advice. Iâm going to go be with my best friend and help himâ he finished.
 You were expecting Donghyuck to snap back, but you werenât expecting this. Using the little time you had spent with the boys was a low blow, and you were pretty sure he knew exactly what he was saying.
 You couldnât even reply, not really. All of the things he said was true, and that pissed you off even more.
 Donghyuck, who seemed to read your thoughts was about to smile, perhaps mock you some more, when Jenoâs voice interrupted him.
 âThatâs bullshitâ he said.
 Donghyuck turned to look at Jeno, dumbfounded and hurt. Jeno just shrugged.
 âI think sheâs right man.â He added.
 You wanted to smile, to thank Jeno for backing you up. You didnât have time, as Donghyuckâs outburst was instant.
 âYouâre taking her side? What the fuck does she know?â Donghyuck asked, raising his voice.
 âFor the record, Iâm taking Junâs side. Not that there are any sides to take. We are all just trying to help our friend. So calm the fuck down, stand back, and leave Renjun alone for a while.â Jeno said, giving you an encouraging smile.
 You returned the smile. Your gaze went to Donghyuck, who just stood there, anger boiling inside of him.
 âHyuck, listenâ you started but he cut you off immediately.
 âDonât use that nickname. You have no right to it. Only my friends call me that.â He said, turned around and left.
 You and Jeno shared a look. You were hurt by Donghyuckâs words, but Jeno looked like he was about to laugh.
 âWhat?â you asked him.
 âWell that was ridiculous! âYou have no right to itâ, he says. Itâs a nickname bro, you donât own that shit.â He said, laughing lightly afterwards.
 You smiled at him.
 âDonât pay too much attention to Donghyuck, okay? He just likes having things under his control. Itâs driving him crazy that he canât control youâ he added.
 âDonghyuck is⌠a lot. Iâm going to try though.â You answered.
just saw something counting down the days till 00 line leave dream.
i canât handle it guys, I literally want to break down crying every time I think about it and seeing how little time left we have... I just wanna stop timeÂ
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looking back up at the clock, it read 8:13 AM. knowing full well that you were going to be late to class if you didnât get up now, you slowly got out of bed, trying not to disturb your sleeping boyfriend, jeno. suddenly, a strong grasp pulls you back to bed. âwhere are you going? letâs stay in a little longer.â