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A/N - I am soo sorry for not getting this out soon enough, I have been super busy but now we are all isolated.....

Side Notes - tried to get it out as quickly as i could do it isn’t proofread......again

Genre - non idol!au, high school!au, fluff, NCT Dream x reader

Word Count - 989

Warnings - none

You wake from the movement of the boy beside you. You glance at his face, noticing that he was still asleep, and you remove yourself from the bed to make breakfast. Standing in the kitchen, you decide to cook eggs for yourself and for the boy who laid in your bed. You take out the eggs from the fridge and get started. As you finish the last egg, Jaemin wanders out from your room to the kitchen, smelling the breakfast you had whipped up. He sat at the island bench and watched you prance around the kitchen, collecting different side foods that he may want. He watched with warm eyes, focusing on your beauty and movement. You look at him and notice his gaze, a blush forming on your cheeks when he catches you. He gives you his famous smile as you place everything in front of him. “Here,” you insist as you push a plate towards him. He grabs an egg and starts feasting, groaning, and complimenting your cooking.

Hours later, he heads off with a hug and a small peck on your cheek, leaving you with a crimson face. You thought you were going to be alone and free for the rest of the day until your phone began to ring, notifying you that Jisung was ringing you. You answer the call and place the phone to your ear, hearing a sniffle from the receiver. You furrowed your eyebrows in concern, “Jisung?” “Y/N, can I meet you somewhere?” His sobs silenced when he spoke, sniffles echoing after every second word. You quickly run around the house, collecting your things, answering with “Yes, sure, where are you?” He tells you that he is at his house, asking you if it’s okay if you could come over. You start your walk to his house, slowly turning into a jog as his sobs become louder and more frequent. You turn down the path to his house and run up the steps, knocking on his door. It swings open and Jisung stands there, tears falling down his face. You immediately grab his hand and pull him to the couch that sits on the other side of the room. As soon as you sit down, his face is buried into your neck and his arms wrap around your waist. His little sobs are heard from your shirt as your place your hand on his head and slowly run your fingers through his hair and down the nape of his neck.

After what felt like forever, he lifts his head out of your neck and lays it on your shoulder. You look down at him and give him a small smile, whipping his tears away with your smaller fingers. “Are you feeling better now?” you whisper, continuing to wrap small strands of hair around your fingertips. He nods his head and sits up, pulling you close to him. “I just want to sit with someone right now.” You nod your head and lay it on his shoulder, the exhaustion hitting you. You feel Jisung’s hand brush against yours and you looking down, admiring how his hand was touching yours lightly. You glance at him and meet his gaze, his coppery brown eyes meet your soft, loving ones. You lift your hand off your leg and place it on his, prying his hand open so you can lace your fingers together. Your eyes closed and your breathing began to steady.

You wake up with your head on a pillow. Or what you thought was a pillow until said pillow starting moving. You realise you fell asleep on Jisung’s shoulder and you were both laying on the couch. Jisung’s arms were around your waist, and yours were around his, and your head was nestled on his chest, allowing you to hear his heartbeat. You look up and notice Jisung’s eyes already looking at yours. “Oh, you’re awake,” He smiles, a faint blush forming on his cheeks. You sit up, struggling because of the grip Jisung had on you, and look down onto him. His eyes were glossed over and his lips were pulled into a small smile, his cheeks a lovely shade of pink. “How are you feeling?” Your hand raises up to his face, brushing away the loose strands of hair. He nods his head, too shy to speak, and glances at you finally. You smile and slowly pry your hands away from your waist.

“Want to do something?” Jisung shrugs his shoulder at your question, “I don’t mind doing whatever.” You sit there, contemplating for a while before an idea pops into your head. “How about a movie, here, at your place?” You ask him and he nods his head, standing up suddenly. “Sure, but we have to go to my room, my mum will be home soon and I don’t want her to bother you,” He takes your hand and leads you to his room before continuing, “I’ll just text her not to come into my room when she gets home because I have a friend over.” You nod your head, standing up “Lead the way?” He smiles with a nod and leads you to his bedroom.

To look at his bedroom, you would think it was a typical teenage boys’ bedroom or that a tornado had come into the room. Clothes were on the floor, bottles and cans were placed messily on the desk, his computer was left on but you didn’t expect the bed to be made. He sits on the bed, grabbing the remote “What do you want to watch?” He asks, patting the spot beside him. You shrug your shoulders as you sit down next to him “I don’t mind, as long as it isn’t horror…” He chuckles and puts on a movie, moving the pillows to sit more comfortably. You sit back, shoulders brushing as you bring your knees to your chest, beginning the movie.

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[You were asked to spend the night with bad boy!Lucas and try to keep him out of trouble, his parents hoping that you could get through to him.]

A/N - At this point, y'all should know I don't proofread until later on but this has been sitting in my drafts for months, I'm sooo glad I finally finished it. Also I think I changed from present tense to past tense in this?? not one hundred percent sure tho.

Genre - bad boy!Lucas, highschol!au, Lucas x reader, best friends to strangers to lovers?? is that a thing

Word Count - 2.09k

Warning - mentions of blood

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You groan when you see who you would be spending your Friday night with. Lucas Wong, the notorious bad boy of your high school. You had been asked to spend the night with Lucas while his parents were out. Your families are very close to one another and you were once close with the said boy before you became juniors in high school and he gained his title. ‘This is going to be fun’, you sigh and walked through the door. Lucas gives you a small tour (and by small tour you mean he told you where everything was but didn't bother standing up from the couch) then left, leaving you with the chores that his parents had set him to do.

You grumble and began looking around the house to see where everything was. You walk past the bathroom, the master bedroom, even the laundry until you eventually find yourself in front of a white door with a ‘DO NOT ENTER’ sign. You smirk, knowing exactly who’s room this was. I mean, he wasn’t home so why not have a little peek? You expect a typical bad boy’s room with posters on the wall and bandages everywhere, maybe a leather jacket and a bike helmet, but you walked into a navy blue and plain bedroom with a comfortable aura. A white oak desk sat in the corner of his room with a laptop and a few books on it. A clothes drawer was placed next to it with photo frames of his family and close friends. You notice a picture of two children in the middle and as you move closer, you realise that it was a picture of the pair of you, the younger you. Your smile grows wider as you glance around, his bedroom colliding with his personality. 

Hours later, the door opened and slammed shut, breaking you from the TV. You heard feet pad up the stairs and you decided to follow, wanting to know what Lucas was rushing for. You checked every room before his bedroom and he was nowhere to be found. You slowly approached his door and knocked lightly, hoping he would hear you. “What do you want?!” He yelled through the door. You flinched at his tone but straightened your back. “Are you okay? You seem to be in a rush.” Your voice was loud but soft, bringing comfort to Lucas. He shook his head. “I’m fine! Just go back to- ahh,” he hissed and you couldn't sit back any more so you opened the door to see him on his bed. “Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!?? GO AWAY, I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP,” Lucas was panicking as you stared at his figure. The blood dripping from the cut on his forehead contrasted with his eye, which was turning a vibrant shade of blue and purple. His cheek was covered in the red substance as was his jawline and neck. His white t-shirt was black from dirt and grease and blood was also found on it. The most damage was his fists. The skin had been teared up and blood was oozing from each wound. “Y/N just leave me alone,” he hissed at you with a death glare. He stood up and walked towards you, encouraging you to leave his room but you, surprisingly, felt nothing but guilt and hurt. 

A tear fell from your eye and Lucas halted, his expression softening but not backing down. You looked down and shook your head, heading to his bathroom and grabbing a first aid kit. You entered the bedroom again and shoved Lucas onto his bed, forcing him to sit still. “Y/N, What are you doing?” This time, Lucas spoke in a softer tone. “Just shut up Yukhei, and let me help you.” You surprised Lucas when you called him his Korean name, a habit you had when you were kids. He shut his mouth when you placed a damp washcloth onto his forehead, gently wiping the sweat and blood from his face. A closer look helped you gain a better view of his face and you noticed a cut on his lip. “You cut your lip as well,” You murmured to no one in particular and you gently touch his lip with your finger, watching him flinch from the contact. “Sorry,” You whispered and continued to wash his face. You ventured down his face to his neck and he shivered as your fingers grazed his skin, goosebumps forming on his clothed arms and legs.

 You sighed, your back becoming uncomfortable from your sitting position. “What’s wrong,” Lucas speaks up. You could feel his breath on your neck as you look at his knuckles. “I’m sitting in an awkward position but this is the only way I can reach your face, neck and hands.” He nodded before he patted his thighs. You looked at him, confused at his action. “Sit in my lap, it will be more comfortable for you,” He spoke, looking away from you. You nodded and placed your leg over him, straddling him. You took his hand and placed it on your thigh, wiping the blood from his fist. His grip on your leg increased and he hissed at every movement. You eventually wiped a majority of the blood off of his wounds, leaving red cuts and rashes scattering his skin. You hopped off his lap and glanced at his shirt. “Did you get hit in the stomach,” you whispered to him. He nodded and began to lift his shirt. As more skin was revealed, bruises were seen scattering his stomach. You sighed and looked at his face, noticing his gaze on you. “You’ve always made the stupidest decisions.” He didn't answer you. You sighed and mumbled, “I’ll be back.” 

You raced down the stairs and grabbed a few ice packs from the freezer, making your way back up to his room. He hadn’t moved from where he was but sat up a bit when you entered the room. You placed the ice packs on the bed and placed one on his stomach. He winced at the coolness but grabbed one himself and placed it on his eye. A few minutes later, you had cleaned him up and bandaged him up as best as you could and you were sitting on his chair while he was laying on his bed. You were scrolling through your phone before you were interrupted by a yawn. Your eyes fluttered shut in exhaustion before you looked at the time. You yawn and look at the bed. Lucas was still laying on his bed but his phone was occupying his attention. You thought you could quickly sneak out of his room but you were proven wrong as he called your name.

“Y/N?” his gaze left his phone and focused on your figure, standing by the door. “Where are you going?” His voice was a lot softer than before. “I’m going to bed.” Your hand reaches for the door handle until you hear Lucas. “Please don’t go. I want you here.” You face him and notice the visible pout on his face. You nod your head and tell him that you’ll go get ready for bed then come back. His eyes never left the door, waiting for you to enter the room again. After what felt like forever, for him, you walked back into the room.

You placed your things on his desk and sat on his bed, watching his face contort into a face of pain. “Yukhei...” You began but he cut you off “I know, I know, I shouldn't be doing it and it will hurt my image and affect my school work-” “I wasn’t going to say that,” You mumble. His eyes follow you and he tilts his head as you continue, “I mean, yeah I agree with what you just said but I’m not going to tell you to stop. You're a stubborn boy, Lucas, and I know that if you won’t listen to your parents then you won’t listen to me. But if you do keep doing this, I don’t want you to have to fix yourself. We were always looking out for each other as kids and, for me, that hasn't stopped. Remember the time you got out of detention after you got into that fight at the basketball court? I told the teachers that the other guy started it and you were defending yourself. Remember when you almost got suspended from ditching school? I told the principal your grandmother had passed away and you needed some alone time. If you continue fighting and continue this bad boy image, I want to be here to take care of you Yukhei.” His eyes soften and he grabs your hand.

“That's not true,” he states softly. you furrow your eyebrows, waiting for him to explain. “I may not listen to my parents or the teachers or any of my friends but I always listen to you. Remember when the teacher sent me to detention but I wouldn't go? I looked over at you and I could tell you were asking me to go just by the look you were giving me so I went to detention. Remember when I was about to fight your boyfriend? I knew he cheated on you but I didn’t want you to get hurt so I made up an excuse to fight him. But as soon as you told me to stop, I did. Y/N, out of everyone in my life, you're the only person I will listen to and if you tell me to stop fighting, if you tell me to stop going out late, if you tell me to listen in class, I will do it for you. I don’t care what everyone else say, I’ve only ever cared about you.” You were frozen by his confession and your eyes never left his. “Lucas, I.... I can’t tell you what to do. You have to make those decisions yourself, you have to know what is right and wrong.” I lay my head next to yours and watch you turn your body to face mine. You eyes glanced over his features and you admire him. 

“Why did we drift apart?” You whisper, watching his eyes glance at your lips as you spoke. “You got a boyfriend,” You raise your eyebrows at him, “What does that have to do with us?” “I liked you a lot and I had always dreamed of dating you but when you told me you had gotten a boyfriend, I was angry at myself for being to scared to ask you. I remembered you had once said that you were into bad boys so I tried to get you to fall in love with me but you’d always talk about him so being a ‘bad boy’ became more of a distraction.” You smile at his confession. “You're an absolute idiot, you know that?” He frowned at your statement. “How?” “Because I liked you too, I got a boyfriend because I want to make you jealous but I thought that you didn't want to be friends anymore because you thought I was replacing you,” You take a deep breath and continue, “but obviously that didn't work because we broke up after only a few months of dating. I knew he cheated on me but I didn't like him so it didn’t really bother me and I still had feelings for you but I didn’t think that-” 

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Timestamps

Taeyong

03:28am, 09:42am, 08:46pm

Taeil

11:13am, 02:51pm, 

Johnny

10:26am, 02:48pm, 

Yuta

10:16am, 09:36am, 

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06:28am, 

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04:35am, 01:01pm, 03:34pm, 09:27pm, 

Ten

10:01am, 09:37am, 

Jaehyun

09:36pm, 10:32pm, 

Winwin

11:36pm, 02:40pm

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10:54pm, 11:48am

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09:57pm, 08:48am, 

Under his Roof

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03:25pm, 08:57am, 

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11:59pm, 

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09:25am, 

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01:57pm, 11:54pm, 

Jeno

07:51am, 02:33am, 07:26pm, 11:56am

Hand to Skin,

Haechan

02:52pm, 06:25am, 03:45pm, 

Jaemin

08:47pm, 12:37am, 

I think you’re broken,

Yangyang

09:47am

Shotaro

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Sungchan

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Chenle

07:17am, 11:37pm

Jisung

[Na Jaemin is known for taking Y/N’s stuff, she get angry so he apologises with cuddles...and a kiss. Did I forget to mention that he is a demon?]

A/N - This is for @astronomlns 900 follow special. I honestly don’t care if I win or not, I’m so proud of myself with this work.

Genre - non idol!au, demon!au, Jaemin x reader

Word Count - 0.9k

Warning - suggestive, fluff

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“NA JAEMIN, WHERE ARE YOU?” Running through the kitchen, you have been searching the house looking for the demon. You find him sitting on your couch, watching the TV. “You summoned me?” his gaze doesn’t leave the screen but his smirk shows that he knows you are annoyed. “Where the hell is my red shirt?” Na Jaemin, your assigned demon best friend, is known for stealing items of your clothing because ‘he misses you’. He shrugs his shoulders, continuing to stare at the childish show on the screen. You storm over to where he is sitting and stand in front of him, blocking his vision of the TV and forcing him to look at you. “Where is it?” He looks you up and down, “I have no idea.” You groan and roll your eyes before marching back to your bedroom. 

You open the door and jump when you see Jaemin sitting on your bed with a smirk. “Can you not do that? It’s kinda freaky.” He chuckles at your exclamation and raises an eyebrow. “What, This?” He suddenly disappears when you blink and you feel his breath on the back of your neck. You jump in surprise and rush to the other side of the room in anger. “I don’t want to deal with you right now Jaemin.” You slouch into your chair and place your head on the desk, breathing heavily. You don’t understand why you are so worked up but you were seeing red until you felt a hand on your back. You look up and see Jaemin looking down to you, feeling sorry for annoying you. He takes your hand and drags you to your bed before he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you onto the sheets. Your body hits the cover and you feel Jaemin’s head lay against your neck. 

Soft kisses are placed along your collarbone and finger poke your sides as giggles leave your lips. You look down at Jaemin and his eyes are glossed over, pouting slightly to create a babyface. “Awww, and to think that you are a demon,” you pinch his cheeks that became red from your statement. He groans and rolls over, facing his back to you. You reach out for him and place your head on his back, laying with him for a few minutes until he turns around. His face is close to yours, so close that you can feel the heat radiating off of his cheeks. “I think you’re broken.” You smile at him as he pulls a face of disgust. “And what makes you think that?” His hand rests on your hip, drawing small circles on the skin that was revealed. “Demons aren’t supposed to be cute and cuddly,” Your hand rests on his cheek, his eyes searching yours. “Demons aren’t supposed to fall in love either, so I guess I’m not a demon.” 

Your eyes widen and your jaw goes slack at his confession. He smiles and glances at your lips. You creep your hand to the nape of his neck and slightly pull at the hair, earning a low groan from him. His eyes change to a vibrant red and his hand crawls around to the small of your back, earning a yelp from you when he suddenly pulls you closer. You glance at his lips, watching as they separate ever so slightly. “Humans aren’t supposed to fall in love with their assigned demon best friend, so does that make you any less of a human?” His voice is low as his face inched closer to yours. You rolled your eyes at him, pulling him closer so your lips could meet. After all this time of staring and watching him, you were right about one thing, his lips were soft. You instantly melted when he began to kiss back, you had only dreamed of this moment but now it was coming true. Your hands had moved to his hair and the light tugs you were giving were making Jaemin go crazy. Your heart was pounding with so much love that you hoped he couldn’t hear it. Jaemin, on the other hand, was going absolutely crazy, kissing the girl that he had been in love with since day one. The fire in the pit of his stomach wasn’t helping either as he wished that the kiss would go on and on. His hands slowly moved around your body, remembering every curve. He could feel the heat radiating off of both your bodies, firing him up more. 

When you both had to pull away, he heard a faint voice, recognising it immediately. He had been hearing it since you were assigned to one another. He begins to laugh and you looked at him, confused about his sudden outburst. “Don’t worry, babe, I’m only going to be kissing you, nothing more, yet.” You look at him with shock. “You can read my mind!?” His chuckle filled the room as he nodded his head. You thought back to all the time you would stare at him and think of him in a not-so-friendly way, and look away in embarrassment. “Trust me, if you could read my mind, you would be able to hear me think of those things a lot more often.” You slap his shoulder, earning many laughs, and wiggled closer to lay your head on his chest. 

A/N - I am soo sorry for not getting this out soon enough, I have been super busy but now we are all isolated.....

Side Notes - tried to get it out as quickly as i could do it isn’t proofread......again

Genre - non idol!au, high school!au, fluff, NCT Dream x reader

Word Count - 1.03k

Warnings - none

You close the door to your house and slowly slip off Jeno’s jacket. You place it on your coat rack and proceed to take off your shoes. You leave your socks on and walk towards your kitchen. You continue to cook a small dinner, finishing it quickly as the ice cream still fills your mouth with sweetness. You race to the bathroom for a shower and continue your night routine until you hear a ring from downstairs. You step into the lounge room and hear another ring from the door. You walk towards the door and notice a familiar figure standing outside.

You open the door and see Jaemin smiling at you. “I didn’t think you would have opened the door,” He looks at you before smiling. “Jaemin, what are you doing at my house in the middle of the night,” You laugh slightly at the situation before you see his features soften. “Can we talk?” Your eyes widen at his request and you pull him into your home. “Of course, is it about her?” You walk towards the living room, making sure he is following. “Yeah, she texted me.” He fell back into the couch, instantly closing his eyes as he continued, “She said she didn’t think it would be a good idea if we were friends.” Your heart broke as tears formed in Jaemin’s eyes. You weren’t thinking when you sat beside him and pulled his body into yours, letting his head fall into your shoulder. Your hand reaches to the nape of his neck and your fingers run through his hair as his sobs echo around the room.

After a while, his tears had dried and he was breathing slowly into your neck. You glance to see his eyes closed and slowly get up to grab a blanket for Jaemin. As you move, Jaemin’s eyes shoot open and his arms tighten around your waist. “Where are you going?” his voice was deeper than useful, sending your stomach into a frenzy. “I’m just going to get a blanket for you and find some clothes. You can stay the night.” He nods before he sits up. “Can I stay with you for tonight?” Your heart begins to race as you realise what he has asked and your face becomes red. “Sure,” Your breath becomes uneven as he stands up and moves closer to you, taking your hand and waiting for you to lead the way. You walk towards your bedroom with Jaemin hot on your tail, his hand still in yours. You open the door and he collapses on your bed, pulling you down with him. A giggle leaves your lips when your body bounces on the bed beside Jaemin until his gaze on you silences them. Your eyes find his eyes, admiring the earth tone and falling into the feeling of warmth and security. He looks at yours, blazing and dancing under the light of the bedside lamp.

You break the eye contact and sit up, heading to your cupboard with heated cheeks. You don’t see it but you assume Jaemin has his usual smirk, watching you under his dark eyes. He wasn’t. No, he was watching you with adoration and admired you as you glided across the room, helping him with his heartbreak. The thought of this was making his heart burst with a feeling he didn’t know and his brain blurred until the only thing he saw was you. You turn around and place the clothes on the bed. You had found a t-shirt and a pair of shorts from Harvey, and gave them to Jaemin as sleepwear. He walks to the bathroom, leaving you alone to your thoughts. You fall onto the bed and sigh, it has been one hour since Jaemin came and you’re already a hot mess. You move the sheets so that it would be easy for Jaemin to get in and you walked to the kitchen to grab your phone. You notice three messages from Harvey and quickly reply, telling him something came up and you were busy. You walk back to your room and notice Jaemin laying on your bed, his phone preoccupying him. 

His gaze lands on you, smiling with his eyes as well as his mouth. “I’m going to go and get changed then we can go to bed, okay?” He nods his head as you disappear into the bathroom. Minutes later, you walk out into the bedroom with a pair of pyjama shorts and a tank top as summer was helping the temperature heat up. You lay beside Jaemin after you hand him a charger for his phone. You plug your phone in and place your head onto the pillow, laying on your side and facing Jaemin. He mirrored you and smiled,” Y/N? Can I ask you a question?” You tilt your head in curiosity. “What’s up?” He moved onto his back and attempted to avoid eye contact with you. “Is it okay if we cuddle?” You almost lost your breath as you tried to search for an answer. Since your relationship with Jaemin was mainly teasing and joking around, you sat up and moved closer to him. “Is the Na Jaemin a little bit shy?” He glares at you before holding you by the waist and tackling you. You try to push him but he has your hands pinned by your head. You blow on the hair covering your face until you could see Jaemin’s face above you.

 His knees were between your slightly bent legs and his chest was pressed right against yours. Before the atmosphere became awkward, you took this chance to pull your hands away and wrap them around his waist. Both of your laughter echo the room and you had to shush him because of the neighbours. He was laying on his back with his arms laying under you as you were laid beside him, your front pressed against his side. You dig your head into the crook of his neck and he tenses up, feeling your breath on his skin. He turns his head and leaves a light peck on your forehead. Your breaths become steady as you both fall into a deep slumber.

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