a/n: i’m back! here’s a new writing serious for jisung and chenle! these writing, along (with 00line’s) will take me some time but i promise to upload as fast as possible. i’ll be adding the links as i post up the writings. look out for a writing update! it could be from this serious or the 00line!demigod serious. thank you for reading my writings, it means a lot to me<3

updated as of: 26 february, 2019 

Brothers. Well, not really. The two were nowhere near blood related. One was from Korea and the other was from China. They were born from two different families, a thousand miles away. They were not blood-related, no, but the are brothers. They both grew up together; close enough to be brothers. Together; in isolation. Rejected from their families, casted out from everyone because of who they are. What they are. They were taken in, by a woman, who treated them like her own sons. Over time, the woman started to take in more children with strange abilities. Even in a house full of other kids who are like them, they tended to go towards each other. None of the other kids would approach them, they were the oldest in the house and the children were too scared of them. Of what they are. 

Zhong Chenle - Telepathic  It drove him mad. The voices that never seemed to stop. He hated it; hated himself. He was able to hear everything. The words that came from people without them moving their lips. Every thought, insult, idea. He heard everything. He never wanted to live a life like this. At times he was able to control it but it never lasted. It drove him mad. No one can ever understand, not even Jisung. But maybe, just maybe, the person sitting in front of him would be able to understand.

a/n: i will be writing the stories this week and i’ll be adding the links on this post. thank you for being patient with me and my writings! yangyang’s story might take a while considering i don’t know much about him yet. i’ll be making a separate au for chenle & jisung! updated as of: 18 february, 2019

As children of one of the Olympian gods and goddesses, they grew up training, learning how to use the powers they inherited from their godly parent, and living like gods. They watched the mortals below from Mount Olympus, admiring their ways of life. Come of age as they turned 19, these five demigods no longer wanted to live life as gods because they were anything but. They didn’t belong in Mount Olympus for they weren’t completely gods but they didn’t belong on Earth either for they were much more powerful.

Huang Renjun, Son of Athena He was the son of the goddess of wisdom and warfare. He was the brightest among all of them, quick to think and and attack. He was top of his class when it came to combat, never losing one duel for the years he has been training. For the times his mother allowed him to go on Earth, Huang Renjun was known for beating even the best of the soldiers.  ⎯⎯⎯ You were one of the best warriors in the village, always being praised for your impeccable skills in combat. Only 19 years of age, you were able to beat warriors twice your size and age. When an unknown boy comes into your village, trying to take away your title, the both of you go down into a duel. 

Lee Jeno, Son of Poseidon  As the son of one of the big three gods, Lee Jeno was expected to live greatly. He was praised among the Olympians, seen as one of the gods despite the mortal blood that ran through his veins. He was one of the only children of Poseidon that was able to inherit his father’s ability to control water. With that power, many believed that he would bring greatness. ⎯⎯⎯ Water. It was always one of the things that calms you down. The child of the local fisherman, you were always found by the waters edge. You never liked being around others and instead found comfort underwater, swimming among sea creatures. People called you a freak, but your father always assure you you weren’t. There was only one person who shared your love for the water, but he seemed to have a deeper connection it than you. 

Lee Donghyuck, Son of Apollo A handful, he was. Lee Donghyuck was creative and often ran around with Yangyang and driving the gods and goddesses insane. Taught by his father about medicine, he would often be found brewing concoctions and secretly be giving them to the mortals whenever their health was failing. He shined brighter than the sun with his honey-kissed skin. Inheriting his father’s talents in music, his beautiful voice filled the air of Olympus. But like his father, he also inherited his curse; never lucky when it came to love.  ⎯⎯⎯ It was beautiful. The singing voice that you heard as you walked through the fields as the sun was beginning to set. You knew that you shouldn’t have followed the voice. You didn’t know who it belonged to. You didn’t know if it would be safe. But your curiosity got the best of you when you saw that the angelic voice belonged to the glowing boy sitting on the cliff’s edge.

Na Jaemin, Son of Aphrodite  Beauty in it’s purest form, Na Jaemin was the son of the goddess of love and beauty. He loved like no other, becoming too attached to the mortals below. Watching them, admiring the, he has come to love the mortals for their uniqueness. Na Jaemin has never wanted more than to leave and walk among them. His mother never allowed; she did not want her sweet son’s beauty to be tainted by the selfish mortals but Jaemin was never one to follow the rules.  ⎯⎯⎯ You knew just about everyone in the village. From the baker who always made you fresh bread to the woman’s silks and clothes you often wore. From the newly born baby down the road to the grandfather from the house next to yours. There was no one in the village that you didn’t know; or at least you thought. He came on a summer’s day, walking down the street, not aware of the admiring stares he was getting. He was ethereal, you could say, but the real question was, where did this boy come from?

renjun x female reader (ish) ;; in third person point of view

an: i’m back! i swear i didn’t die but school is just a pain. i’ve had this writing in my drafts for a while but it’s just recently i’ve finally been able to finish writing it. it’s just a short writing and i hope none of you mind that it’s a little shorter than my usualy writings. i hope you have a great day & maybe there will be another writing update tonight? who knows. enjoy<3 

word count: 2.5k 

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Renjun is 13 years old. Renjun is the kid who succeeds in Korean. He‘s top of his class. Renjun is the student who wanted to do the best he can in school. Renjun is 13 years old and he loves moomin. He is 13 years old when he first heard a song in korean and decided to sing along. Renjun sang to his heart’s content and he loved it. Renjun is 13 years old when he discovered his love for singing. He would often be found playing the piano and singing to songs that he loved. It was his mother who supported Renjun the most, singing along with him and introducing him to new music. He was 13 years old when he was walking down the streets of Jilin, China with his father. He is 13 years old when the two of them walked into a bakery and was greeted with a woman behind the counter. Renjun is 13, and he started to notice the girl who danced around school. Her feet were as light as a feather and would spin around in the hallways. He is 13 when he was caught watching by her. He was sure he almost died on the spot but when she gave him a soft but beautiful smile, he knew it would be his favorite smile. Renjun is 13 when he entered the same bakery he went with his father, alone this time, and was greeted by that smile. Renjun froze in his place but when she asked him what he wanted in her soft, loving voice, he was able to answer her without embarrassing himself. Renjun is 13 and it was then that he continued to go to the bakery and get bread for his parents. They spoke often but never once did she ever reveal her name to Renjun, so nor did he. After getting the bread home, it became a routine for Renjun and his mother to sing together and play piano together. They laughed and sang to his father. Renjun’s mother looked him in the eye, a glint of hope showing through as she told him that he would one day become a very successful artist. She told him he would be traveling the world, being loved by everyone and sharing his music around the world. Renjun is crying tears of joy when his mother holds his face in her hands and asks him to never forget her as they continue to dance and sing. Renjun is 13 years old when she sat down next to him during lunch and, once again, gave that smile Renjun would never get tired of. “Y/N,” she said, holding her hand out to him. Renjun smiled, and responded with, “Huang Renjun.”

Renjun is 14 when got paint all over himself. He was just trying to paint a picture of the beach when Y/N came in and interreupted his painting session. Renjun is 14 when he started hanging out in the bakery and became closer friends with Y/N and her family. He is 14 when he started to believe that aliens existed. He would often argue with Y/N, trying to convince her that it’s most certainly impossible that Earth is the only planet that has life. Most certainly impossible. Renjun is 14 when he started going to Y/N’s dance reception, mesmerized by the elegant dance moves she made. Mesmerized by how she freely moved across the stage as her dress twirled around her. Renjun is 14 when he, looking down at his shoes, shly asked Y/N to teach him to dance. When he looked up, he was greeted once again with the same shining smile he saw a year ago. Renjun is 14 when he and Y/N were twirling around, dancing together under the summer sun and moved along with the wind. Renjun is 14 when he found out a drunk driver had hit a car. His car. Holding his mother and father. He is 14 when he is sitting at the edge of the bed, holding his mother’s hand as he cried till he could no longer cry. He is 14 when Y/N came knocking on his door to find him on the floor, head in his hands as he continued to cry. He is still in his black clothes when Y/N walks up to him and sits next to him, taking his head out of hands and into her shoulder. Y/N was softly speaking to him but Renjun wasn’t able to hear anything at that time. Nothing but the sound of a car sliding across the road. Nothing but the sound of the continuing beeping of the heart monitor until it just stopped completely. Renjun is 14 when he started to hate music. His one escape from the cruel world, and he hated it. He wasn’t able to escape through music anymore. Music was the one thing he and his mom had and it was just a painful reminder. Renjun is 14 when Y/N was the only person who was there for him. Renjun’s father was equally just as broken as him and there was no way he could comfort Renjun while trying to hold back his tears himself. It was Y/N who helped him get through everything. Y/N would treat him to hot pot. Y/N would suggest moomin marathons in his room while they lounged around in pajamas. Renjun is 14 when he became Junnie. A nickname he hated but he would let it slide because you were the one who called him that. He is 14 when he started to feel butterflies whenever you were around him. Whenever you grabbed his hands, he would feel a rush go through him. And when you smiled. His favorite smile that he loves so much. It brought him so much joy and happiness, he wouldn’t be able to explain it in words. Renjun is 14 when he continued to dance with Y/N until it eventually became his new escape. Moving around so freely, spinning around, feeling light as a feather. So light that the wind could pick him up. It became his new favorite thing in the world. Next to Y/N of course.

Renjun is 15 and he is sitting in a cafe when Y/N slams a piece of paper onto the table. He looks up at her then down at the piece of paper. SM Global Auditions, it said. “You need to do it.” Renjun looks up at Y/N. He remembers those two letters. SM. He remembered that it was his mother’s favorite entertainment company in Korea. He knew it held his mother’s favorite korean groups, the very groups’ songs that he would often sing to. Singing and dancing audition, it said. Dancing, Renjun thought, was no problem. Singing, now that was the problem. Renjun is 15 and it’s been a year since he was able to touch the keys of his piano or even sang out a small little note. It’s still painful. The memories of his mother that comes with playing the piano and singing. Not a day has gone by that he didn’t miss her. He was doubtful about the audition and Y/N knew it. Renjun was 15 when Y/N took his hands into her own, looked him in the eye and said, “It’s what she wanted for you.”

Renjun is 15 when he was able to touch the piano again. His fingers automatically knew what to do. He was playing and eventually, he started singing. He kept singing until he started crying. Tears streamed down his eyes as he stopped playing. He was smiling. These tears weren’t of pain anymore. They were of joy. He looked up, speaking to no one as he said, “I’ll make you proud.”

Renjun is 15 when he entered the building, holding Y/N’s fingers tightly. He was nervous. He and Y/N, along with his father, flew to Seoul just so he can audition. He never thought he would ever audition to become a kpop idol, but here he was, standing in front a panel of people as the music started and he began to sing. He sang like no one was in the room and danced like there wasn’t a panel of people watching his every move. Renjun is 15 when Y/N runs up to him, tightly wrapping her arms around his neck. “I knew you could do it.”

Renjun is 15 when he stands in the airport, facing his father. His father was crying but Renjun was trying to be brave. Trying to hold back his tears for his father. He wanted to show him that he was old enough for this. Renjun’s father gives him a tight hug, a hug that showed he didn’t want to let him go. But he had to. Renjun had to stay in Korea to train under SM. “Make me proud son,” he said before he walked through the security. It was the next goodbye that Renjun snapped. His tears just flowed out as he went up to give her a hug. “Y/N-“ he started before he choked up and his words died on his tongue. The tears just couldn’t stop flowing. He heard her giggle at him as she squeezed him in the hug. “Ya Junnie! Don’t cry! You’ll be living your dream!” And it was true. He was one step closer to achieving his dream and the future that his mother invisioned for him. He pulled away from the hug and looks at her. Y/N’s bright smile looking at him. How much he would miss that smile. “Don’t forget about me when you get to famous, yeah?” Renjun could only nod before Y/N walks away to meet his father at the gate. How could Renjun forget about you? The girl who always greeted him with a bright smile whenever he entered the bakery. The girl who would dance around the school’s courtyard, even when it was pouring rain. The girl who would yell at him and tell him that aliens don’t exist and are just a superstition. The girl who would always watch moomin with him over and over again even though it was getting boring. The girl who taught him to dance, who introduced him to his new passion. The girl who was there to give him light during his darkest days. The girl who was able to get him to sing again. The only person, other than his parents, to support him in his future of becoming an idol. How could he forget you? The one he learned to fall in love with.

Renjun is 16 and he is still training. It’s been 5 months since he joined SM Entertainment and he has become closer to one of the trainees named Sicheng. Sicheng was the one who always watched out for him and treated him like a younger brother. Renjun would often get homesick and Sicheng would be there to help him. There were other trainees as well. Trainees who were his age, Jeno, Haechan, and Jaemin. They were closer though because they’ve known each other for years. There were a few Chinese trainees and their presence helped Renjun feel a bit better. Renjun is 16 and his training schedule has barely given him anytime to call his father. He would walk up at 5 am, go to practice, and wouldn’t be home until 10 pm. By then, his father would’ve already been sleeping. And so would Y/N. Months has passed since the Renjun has spoken to Y/N, the last time being a few weeks after she left. Renjun knows that he can’t call her during school and when he was finally free, she would be sleeping. Every once in a while Renjun would be able to talk to his father, but never Y/N. There would be times that she did call him but Renjun was never able to answer. Days went on and there would always be missed calls on his phone. Renjun is 16 when the number of missed calls went from 6 to 2 to 0. He was sure that Y/N had forgotten about him and he had nobody to blame but himself. He could’ve always called her back, but his excuse was always that Y/N would be sleeping but he knew that was a lie. Considering how close he and Y/N are, was, Y/N would’ve stayed up to wait for his call. But he just could never call her back. Renjun is 16 when he had to delete the social media he had due to being an SM trainee. Before he deleted it though, he went through Y/N’s profile, wanting to see her smile once again. She was out there having a good time. Going to school with all his old friends and still helping her parents with the bakery. Renjun is 16 when he is talking to his father on his phone and he asks him about Y/N. His father mentions that she no longer visits him and wondered if Renjun was still in touch with her. Renjun stayed quiet and his father never brought her back up. 

Renjun is 16 when he is told by SM that he would be debuting under the group NCT in the subunit NCT Dream. Renjun is in the dorms, crying tears of joy because he’s finally going to debut. He’s done it. He’s finally going to be able to perform in front of people and sing to them. He’s finally going to be living the life that his mother wanted for him. He is 16 when he grabs his phone and types in the first phone number he can think of. He pauses before calling. He looks down at his phone and sees that it is not his father’s number but Y/N’s. Y/N was the first person he wanted to share the exciting news to first but 4 months of no contact, he was sure that he had forgotten about you. He, most certainly, as not.

Renjun is 16 when he is nervously pacing back and forth backstage. His first performance. His debut stage. This was it, he thought. There was no holding back now. There was no getting cold feet. This was what he dreamed of and he trained so hard to get here. He was finally going to debut. But he still couldn’t help to be nervous. A crowd of people watching him perform. Not to mention the people who would watch through TV. He was terrified. Mark, the oldest of NCT Dream and leader, was trying to calm Renjun down and help him. He told Renjun words of encouragement but Renjun knew they wouldn’t help him. Only one person was ever able to help ease him, but she wasn’t there. Minutes before they were to perform, Renjun took a peak at the crowd through backstage. He was scanning the crowd when he saw something familiar.

an: happy holidays everyone! i finally have time to write and in time for christmas too! i wish all of you the best holidays filled with joy, laughter, and time spent with the people you love. you all so much for being patient and i hope all of you have a great day <3 (this is not proof-read so please tell me if you see any typos!)

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You absolutely loved the holidays.

It was your favorite time of year. The cold weather, the cups of steaming hot chocolate, the beautiful lights that lit up the streets. It was just truly the most beautiful time of the year. It was also the time of year of your favorite holiday, Christmas. Nothing felt better than waking up early on Christmas morning, smelling the aroma of pancakes your mother would make in the morning mixed with the cup of hot cocoa that your father prepared for you and your siblings. Opening the presents that was given to you by all the people you loved and just spending the morning with laughter and joy and then spending the dinner time with all your family and friends that came over for dinner just completed the day. You were beyond excited for the holiday when December rolled around because who doesn’t like Christmas?

Apparently, it was Mark Lee.

“What do you mean you hate Christmas?”

Mark sighed, shaking his head before answering, “I didn’t say I hated Christmas Y/N. I just said I don’t see the big deal about it and why you’re so excited about Christmas.”

The both of you were in 127’s dorm. You walked into Mark’s room, more like ran, exclaiming your excitement for the holidays. You expected Mark to cheer and dance around with you, sharing your excitement about Christmas, but he stayed in bed, using his laptop.

“Which is technically hating it Mark. Why don’t you like Christmas?”

“I just don’t like it. I don’t get all the hype about it.”

This was a new fact you just learned about Mark. The both of you became friends just this year, in mid January. You were a new SM trainee and met NCT as you were training and practicing late at night, like how they were practicing for their comeback. You met Mark when the both of you went to get more water and Mark accidentally spilled his water all over you. The both of you eventually became closer and were now best friends, a fact that always made Hyuck frown.

“I can’t believe we’ve been friends for this long and you’re just telling me now that you hate Christmas,” you exclaimed, bringing your hands up over your head.

“Y/N, I told you I don’t ha-“

“Shhh!” you said, bringing a finger to Mark’s lips. “Not another peep from you Mark Lee. You know I absolutely love Christmas and I just found out my best friend most definetly does not love Christmas.” You paced around his room, walking back and forth in front of his door, shaking your head.

“You must have a reason why you don’t like Christmas.”

“I do.”

“Okay, then tell me,” you said, demandingly.

“No Y/N.”

“Oh, so we’re keeping secrets now? I thought we were best friends Mark you have to tell me! It’s absolutely ridiculous that you hate Christmas but maybe if you tell me the reason why you hate Christmas then maybe I can let this slide.”

“No Y/N, I’m not telling you. You know I tell you everything but this is just.... I just don’t want to tell you yet.”

You sighed, taking a seat at the edge of Mark’s bed and facing towards him. You look at him with a sad expression, hoping that he would tell you.

“Your sad puppy dog face won’t work Y/N. I’m not saying anything.”

You huffed. “Fine, don’t tell me but don’t think I’ll forget about it. I’ll get it out of you eventually. In the meantime, I’m going to get you to like Christmas.”

Mark groaned, rolling his eyes. “Y/N, no. I don’t want to do any of those cliché holiday traditions.”

“Yes you will Mark Lee. We will do exactly all those cliché holiday traditions. We’ll have to do all those traditions in three days, looking at your hectic schedule but we are going to do it Mark Lee. By the end of it, you will like Christmas, maybe even love it!”

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The first idea you had in getting Mark to like Christmas was so let go get a Christmas tree.

You and Mark met up at a Christmas tree farm. You wanted to get Mark a tree because you saw that there wasn’t one in his room. You even bought him ornaments already so the both of you can decorate it once you’ve chosen the tree.

You both of you went around, more like you running around and dragging Mark around, to find the perfect tree.

“C’mon Mark! Choose the one that catches your eye.”

“They all look the same Y/N.”

“Mark! No they’re not! Look at one over there is too short and skinny. The pine are starting to fall off too. And that one over there, the top is flopping over, how are you supposed to put a star on top of it?”

Mark once again sighed. “Y/N, it’s really cold. My hands are freezing and I don’t care at all about a tree.”

You grabbed one of his hands and held it tight. “Here, hold my hand then if it’s getting too cold. We are going to find a perfect tree.”

Mark looked shy about the fact that the both of you were holding hands but you didn’t notice because of how busy you were looking for a tree.

Eventually, you came across a tree. It was short enough to be put into Mark’s room and also had enough plump and pine to look full. It was the perfect one.

“Mark! This one! This is it!”

You pulled Mark towards the tree, running to make sure no one else would take it.

“Ok! Now, take the saw and cut it off.”

“What?”

“Yea! Like this,” you said as you repositioned yourself so you were standing behind Mark, hands over his own which was holding the saw and started to cut the tree.

Mark’s hands were really cold and once your warm ones made contact with his, Mark felt shivers go through his body.

“There! We did it!”

You and Mark were now in his room, putting lights and ornaments on the tree that you bought. You were putting the finishing touches of the tree before putting on the star.

“C’mere Mark! You have to put the star on the tree.”

Mark was sitting across the room, strumming his guitar and playing any song that wasn’t a Christmas song.

“Do I have to?”

“Mhm. It’s tradition. Now get your butt over here.”

Mark got up from position, set the guitar down and started making his way towards you.

He took the gold star from you and placed it on top of the tree. Not as enthusiastically as you wanted.

“Yay!!! You got to decorate the tree!! Do you like Christmas yet?” you said, both hands clutching his own and looking him in the eye.

“If I’m going to be honest Y/N. Not at all. Getting the tree made my hands freeze and it was actually painful to cut the tree and carry it back to the dorm with my freezing hands. There’s glitter all over my floor now because of all the ornaments and there’s too much light because of the tree.”

Your hopeful look disappeared, replaced with a frown. You really hoped that this would help Mark get into the Christmas spirit but it didn’t at all. If anything, it seemed like it made him hate Christmas even more, giving him more reasons to hate it. Nezt day. You were really going to get him into the Christmas the next day.

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The second try didn’t go any well either.

Your second day plan consisted of simple things. It was to bake cookies and watch Christmas movies. It was something simple and easy to start with in getting into the Christmas spirit. It was an indoor type of day. You invited Mark to come over your house. You were able to spend the holidays over at your home and not at your dorm. Mark came over around 6 pm, right after his practice. When you opened the door, Mark was greeted with the sight of you in Christmas pajamas.

“Mark!!!!”

“Y/N, what are you wearing?”

“You don’t like it?” you frowned. “It’s Christmas pajamas! I thought it was cute. Where are your festive pajamas?” you said, noticing that Mark just came in blacking sweats and a grey hoodie with his glasses.

“I came from practice Y/N, it’s not like I would practice in Christmas pajamas. And besides, it’s not like I have any.”

Mark came in, taking off his shoes and greeting your parents who were in the living room. You lead Mark into the kitchen, all the ingredients for gingerbread cookies spread out and ready.

“You know Mark, our friendship is on thin ice. You don’t have Christmas pajamas and you hate Christmas. This is ridiculous. You have to be careful with what you say next around me, 12 months of friendship could end just like that.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“I most definetly am not.”

You and Mark started baking the cookies. Just like Mark, it was also your first time making gingerbread cookies. You always made sugar cookies, just because they wer easier but you wanted to make gingerbread cookies because you thought it was more festive and would help Mark get into the Christmas spirit. Maybe, you should’ve stuck with the sugar cookies. The gingerbread cookies were a lot harder to make than you thought. The cookies didn’t exactly end up right. You and Mark burned them and set off the smoke alarms. The both of you earned scolding faces and a small lecture from your parents. The kitchen in the end was a mess. There were flour and molasses everywhere and a ton of burned, black cookies that had to end up being thrown into the trash. Cleaning up the kitchen took forever and so by the time you and Mark were watching Christmas movies, Mark fell asleep and so he wasn’t even able to enjoy the movie. Right as Mark left, you were determined to make the next day even better and to make sure Mark would really then like Christmas.

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This was your last chance to get Mark into Christmas. Christmas Eve was the next day and if Mark wasn’t into the Christmas spirit on Christmas Eve Eve, then he wouldn’t be able to get into the spirit in time for Christmas.

Today, you decided that the both of you would go ice skating. You remembered Mark mentioning that he liked ice skating so you figured that the both of you should do it.

So there the both of you were, in line to get your skates in the rink.

“Why are we here again?”

“Because you love ice skating!”

“Why do we have to do it outside? Why not in an indoor ice skating rink?”

“Ah Mark. It’s because indoor ice skating rinks are boring. Plus, there’s Christmas decorations here. Look at the tree in the middle! It’s so beautiful. I’m trying to get you to like Christmas and I will continue to until the day I die. You like ice skating so i figured this wouldn’t be so bad.”

But you were so wrong.

It was true that Mark liked ice skating, but what you forgot was that he only liked watching it. Mark mag be good at dancing, but ice skating was a whole different story. You werw fairly good, getting experience from all the years you’ve done it around the holiday time. Mark has not been able to go ice skating ever since he joined SM and whatever talent he had in ice skating disappeared and probably went into his dancing skills instead. Point was, Mark was terrible in ice skating. Mark continously fell, not being able to skate without holding either your hand or the railing. His falls were pretty hard too. Everyone in the rink has started to take notice of him and has started laughing at him whenever he falls. By his 17th fall, Mark has had enough of it.

“Come on Mark, you ca-“

“That’s enough Y/N!”

Mark’s yell startled you. You reached back from helping him up as he got up himself.

“I’m tired of this! I’m cold and embarassed. I’ve got bruises in places that I absolutely do not want, and I’m tired of you! Gosh Y/N, can’t you just accept the fact that not everyone likes Christmas? This entire plan of you trying to get me to like Christmas has only gotten be to hate this dang holiday even more! Just stop!”

Mark turns to exit the rink, leaving you alone and with people staring at you with pity in their eyes. Your heart sank. You didn’t mean to get people laughing at Mark and you most certainly didn’t want him to hate Christmas even more. You just wanted him to like your favorite holiday so the both of you could celebrate together. It was the best time to create new memories with the people you love and this would be the first Christmas you got to spend with him. You thought everyone loved Christmas. But you guess, not everyone does.

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It was now the night of Christmas. 10:34 pm. Everyone in your family was downstairs, eating, talking, and having fun playing Christmas games. You, of course, has fun on Christmas. In the morning you and your family had the traditionally Christmas breakfast with pancakes and hot cocoa and opened your presents under the tree. It was now the family Christmas party, one that your family always celebrated at your home. You snuck out of the party after the Secret Santa and went upstairs into your room. You were now sitting outside on the balcony, looking at the pretty Christmas lights that lit the neighborhood and listened to your cousin and siblings laughter ring throughout the house. Beside you was Mark’s Christmas present. Mark mentioned that he didn’t want a Christmas present from you but you imagined that by the time Christmas rolled around, he would accept your present as he would officially like Christmas, but that wasn’t the case.

You continued to sit outside, a hot cocoa in your hands to keep you warm from the freezing cold. Snow has started to fall when you hear a click from your door and a voice you weren’t expecting to hear on Christmas day.

“You’re going to catch a cold you know.” You didn’t look back, continuing to stare at the sky and sip on your hot cocoa.

“That’s fine with me.”

You hear Mark’s footsteps as he takes a seat on the empty chair next to you.

“Hey look, I’m so so-,” you started but was cut off by Mark.

“Wait no, don’t. Don’t apologize. I’m the one that deserves to give you an apologie. Just, don’t say anything. Let me talk, yea?”

He waited until you have a small subtle nod before he continued.

“Okay. Look, I’m sorry for what I said two nights ago. I know you just wanted me to like Christmas and if I’m being honest with you, it actually worked. It worked the moment you helped me cut off the tree and we decorated it in my room. I actually liked baking those gingerbread cookies despite the fact that they were burnt and we got a pretty long lecture from your parents. And even if I kept falling on my ass and kept getting laughed at by random strangers, I enjoyed ice skating with you. It was a fun experience and I thought it was adorable how you ahd so much faith in me that I could skate without holding anything or falling. I loved it all Y/N. I know you love this holiday and that you just wanted me to be able to spend it with you. I’m so sorry. I guess, the reason why I was such in a bad mood was because I miss my family. I wasn’t able to go home this year to Canada and spend Christmas with them like how it used to be. But it’s not like it would be how it used to be. For the past three years, whenever I went home for Christmas, I felt so out of place. I wasn’t able to laugh along with the inside jokes that my family made throughout the year. I wasn’t fully caught up with all the family news because of how busy I am. I just didn’t feel like the Christmas I’ve always known. So I hated it. I hated feeling left out. I hated how much Christmas felt so different now. How I’m not able to spend it with the people I love anymore. I know this is a shitty excuse for how I treated you but... I don’t know. It’s just the reason. I’m sorry Y/N. I truly am.”

Mark looks at you with a look that you know his apologie is real.

“Mark-“

“I’m not done. I always wanted to tell you something else. I really like you Y/N. I just- I don’t know how to deal with my feelings. I really liked spending time with you and I guess I’ve just been afraid that yku wouldn’t feel the same.”

You look at Mark. A small smile formed on your face as you shook your head.

“Ahh Mark Lee, you really are the worst beat friend ever.”

“Hey! I said I was sorry okay?”

“You really think I’m mad at you? Of course not. How could I ever be mad at you?” You leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. “I could never be mad. I never knew that you were feeling this Mark and I’m so sorry. But you have me. And the other members. They are your family. We are your family and you spend Christmas with us. Always.” You looked at sky as you rest your head on his shoulder. You feel Mark give you a light kiss on the forehead as you whispered, “Happy Christmas Mark.”

↳ it’s jeno’s debut stage and you’re there to support your best friend 

a/n: my school got cancelled today so instead of doing my notes for class, i decided to finish this up and post it. enjoy <3

word count: 968 

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Jeno was terrified. 

Ok, maybe he wasn’t terrified but he was definitely nervous. 

His hands were shaking as he paced back and forth. Jeno could hear his own heartbeat; could hear his loud breathing. This is it, he thought. My debut.

Three years. It was three years of being an SM trainee. It was three years of practicing everyday, working hard, and sacrificing a normal childhood for this. All three years lead to this; the moment Jeno could perform and debut as an SM artist. He knew this day would be coming and for the past month, all him and the rest of NCT were just practicing and preparing nonstop. They were to debut and Jeno from a month ago would say that he was ready. Ready to debut and perform; but Jeno know felt like he was about to throw-up the sandwich he ate for lunch. 

Jeno never thought that when the time did come for him to debut, he would be nervous. He’s always been so confident about his debut; not letting a drop of nervousness into his system. For anything, he thought he would’ve been excited and hyped and happy. This is his debut after all. This is the moment where he can look and tell himself,  I made it I did it. Jeno doesn’t know why he was so nervous as he’s been on tv before and he has performed before as a SM Rookie. It was the same thing; dancing and singing for a crowd on stage. It should’ve been no big deal. 

“It’s okay Jeno, you got this. Just relax and you will do great. It’s just like all our other performances and practices.”

Jeno ignored Mark’s words. Of course Mark would think that this performance was no big deal; he has already debuted twice before. Haechan wasn’t helping either having debuted in 127 already. Renjun, Jaemin, Chenle, and Jisung didn’t seem to have any problems. They were revising some dance moves or listening to the MCs and they didn’t seem nervous at all. Lucky.

Jeno looked out into the audience. It was hard to find you but eventually, Jeno did. There you were, sitting a few rows away, sitting alone and listening to the MCs. Jeno’s lips formed a small smile and his heart started to slow down. Jeno was thankful to see you in the crowd. Thankful that you were there to support him (and the rest of dream).

You were an SM trainee as well. You were the same age as Jeno, Renjun, Jaemin, and Haechan. You weren’t part of SM Rookies, joining SM Entertainment the same time as Renjun and being a hidden trainee. Not many people knew of you but you didn’t seem to mind for you still had more freedom than Jeno ever had for being an SM Rookie. When you entered SM with Renjun, you and Jeno hit it off right away. The two of you became really good friends. You were close to all four boys in the ‘00 line, but you just specifically were closer to Jeno. You and Jeno would hang out in between practices and go out and eat food together. The two of you just had a lot more in common and were even close in school. Often, the both of you would study together and get high grades. 

In the morning, you sent Jeno a text before his debut stage. 

Hey Jeno, today’s the day! You’re going to kill it at your debut stage. I’m very proud of you, Jeno. All your hard work has finally paid off and you’re going to make a name in the music industry. Forever proud of you and you will be hearing me cheer you on today. Good luck Lee Jeno! Fighting!

Your text made Jeno’s day. He could always count on you for making him smile. Always. You helped give him strength and courage when he needed it. Right before Jeno and the rest of the boys were to perform, when Mark pulled all seven of them into a pep talk, Jeno took a small glance at you. You were sitting on the edge of your seat, having your camera out to record, and cheering when the MCs said “NCT Dream.” Jeno was ready to perform. He was ready to perform his best for you.

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It was the end of the performance and Jeno and the rest of the boys were heading backstage. Jeno was proud of himself. He believed he did a good job in performing. Even if people thought that he didn’t do as well as he could’ve, he only cared about one person’s opinion on his performance and that one person was running up to him.

“Jeno!”

You ran up to him and gave him a big hug. Jeno lifted you off your feet as you stayed clinging to him.

“You did amazing, oh my gosh! I’m so proud of you Jeno,” you said into his shoulder.

He chuckled and set you back on your feet. “Thank you Y/N, that means a lot to me. I was so nervous about performing.”

“Of course you would be but you didn’t have to worry about a thing. I knew you’d perform well but you ended up doing amazing. You and the rest of NCT are going to go big, Lee Jeno. I just know it.”

You gave him a smile, one that Jeno would always love to see.

“So tell me! What was it like performing?”

“Ahh well, the lights were really bright and the amount of cameras holy. There were so many and they just kept moving around.”

You laughed at him.

“What about the audience? How many sets of eyes did you see?”

Jeno looked at your beaming face as you waited for his answer.

a/n: let’s pretend that the reader is in hufflepuff here because i’m a sucker for that slytherin x hufflepuff writings & yes, hyuck belongs in slytherin. also sorry this got really long i got carried away & i try to do the keep reading thing because it got to long but it doesn’t appear on mobile phone?? aasdhaj if anyone can teach me how to do it that’d be great thank you, enjoy <3

word count: 4.6k 

warnings: me being stupid and cussing lol sorry;; also not proofread so if you see any mistakes please let me know

mark | renjun | jeno | jaemin | chenle | jisung 

okay so haechan is one of those pureblooded wizards

his family has come from a long line of wizards

but they aren’t one of those people who do incest ahdgaha

okay so ever since he was younger he was always a mischevious person

he would always find a way to use magic

like he would go to his parents potion room and start adding some random things

he would take his parents wands and try to conjure a chocolate bar or something

he would try and scare his neighbors by making frogs pop out of nowhere

the boy just loves to play around

his father thought it was impossible for him to sit still

which was true

so his father thought that the best way to put all of haechan’s energy was into quidditch

and he loved it

haechan loved the moment from when he first sat on the broom with his father and the two started to fly

haechan loves the feeling of flying and the wind in his hair and seeing how small the world was below his feet

he loved the speed and the turns whenever he rode

so this developed his passion for quidditch

so little young haechan was put into a small quidditch league for kids

haechan was very competitive 

and so whenever he lost he would feel so bad but he would strive to become better

it was rare though when haechan and his team lost

because haechan was the ace 

the mvp

oh i forgot to mention but he’s seeker of the team

he was super fast and he would find the snitch in no time

his flying skills was incredible and whenever he was being chased by the other seeker 

he would do sharp turns and complicated routes to distract them 

he would also yell dumb things like 

“COOKIE MONSTER HE’S BEHIND YOU”

or some shit like that 

so since he was really good at quidditch since he was young, it wasn’t a surprise to know he would be doing it when he got into hogwarts 

so on the train, along with renjun jeno and jaemin, haechan was jumping up and down because he was so excited to play on the team

“how do you even know you’re going to be on the team? even second years rarely ever get a spot on the team”

but haechan knows that he’s good

he knows

so he obviously knows that he will get into the team, even for a first year 

the four boys get to hogwarts and during the sorting ceremony, it wasn’t a surprise to see that all four boys were sorted into different houses

and for haechan, it came a little shock for him to find out that he was sorted into slytherin because he thought he would get into gryffindor like his father

but his mother was a slytherin and people did mention that his personality seemed to match his mother’s

so it made sense to him

okay so fast forward to the first flying lesson

haechan couldn’t stop being so excited for it

“haechan, stop jumping up and down we get it you’re excited”

so he obviously had the class with jeno jaemin and renjun 

and yes they have played before when they were younger 

so haechan wanted to be all competitive and show everyone that he was the best 

and he did

he showed everyone what he would do with a broom and even impressed madam hootch 

“you should try out for the quidditch team your second year boy”

but haechan didn’t want to try out in second year

he wanted to try out his first year and wanted a spot 

so he did try out

he was aware of the try out dates and he also brought his gear and broom to hogwarts with him 

so he kept an eye out for the try out dates 

but haechan isn’t always good on time 

and so 10 minutes before the try outs started 

haechan just woke up from his nap and was freaking out about being late

he quickly grabbed his broom and put on his gear and ran out of the common room 

on his way to the quidditch field

he bumped into a person

and surprise surprise it was you

“oh shoot i’m so sorry!!!”

your books and papers that you were holding all fell to the floor and there was actually quite a lot 

“ya haechan! be careful, watch where you’re going!”

of course you didn’t say that 

it was jaemin

you were friends with jaemin because he was also in hufflepuff

and the both of you were on your way back to the common room

“it’s okay jaemin. you look like you’re in a rush, go ahead i can pick these up”

haechan felt bad as he said jaemin and you start picking up the books you dropped but you had to go 

“thank you! and i’m sorry i’ll make it up to you!”

and so there he goes running down the hallway and before he turns, you yell a “good luck!”

during the tryouts, the older slytherin students had to make sure that everyone was a second year or above

there were quite a few first years 

but none of them were good at lying 

so eventually the captain figured out who the first years were

but haechan managed to slip and stayed for the try outs

and he was obviously amazing 

he made the team and it came to a shock to the captain that he was a first year 

but the head of slytherin let him play because he was a really good seeker and had the possibilities for being a good chaser as well 

plus, the head of slytherin wants to win 

they want to crush the other houses 

so he was allowed to play 

after the tryouts, haechan cleaned up and went to visit jaemin renjun and jeno in the hufflepuff common room

the hufflepuffs don’t usually mind who is in the common room while gryffindor ravenclaw and especially slytherin was a bit more selective

plus it was near the kitchens

so haechan came running in and went to the corner that currently was being occupied by his three friends 

“GUESS WHO’S THE FIRST FIRST YEAR TO MAKE IT INTO THE QUIDDITCH TEAM IN CENTURIES???”

he made a very loud announcement but he was really only planning on letting jaemin jeno and renjun know so when the students in hufflepuff started to clap and cheer for him

little baby got shy 

you of course heard his announcement 

you were in the corner with the boys actually 

when he saw you and you looked at him, you gave him a big smile and said “congratulations! that’s a huge achievement”

haechan kind of froze because he was like this is the person who i bumped into and made them drop all their books and i didn’t even help them pick it up and their being so nice to me askdsakj

he’s just a shy slytherin at times can you imagine my little boy

“oh thank you and i’m really sorry about earlier, i didn’t mean to bump into you”

you laugh and said “yea, you could’ve bumped into jaemin instead”

“HEY! Y/N I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS?!?”

haechan starts to laugh because damn this person funny

‘i’m y/n by the way if jaemin didn’t already give it away” 

you said as you got up and reached over to shake his hand, a soft smile on your face

haechan accepts the handshake and replies with a “you can call me haechan”

so that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship with you and haechan 

not only with you and haechan but you also got significantly closer with renjun and jeno

all the boys really

all of you have had classes together and throughout the years it was always you and them 

you guys got significantly closer and would even start to hang out in each others common rooms and not just the hufflepuff

everyone from the other houses knew you because you were always with the four boys 

in class, it was normal for you guys to get into trouble for messing around and not paying attention

especially haechan because he was sort of like the class clown of your year

despite never listening in class or always fooling around

haechan would always get good grades and he would be one of the top of the class never higher than jeno though

haechan was one of those scholar athletes who were more on the athlete side

meaning that he cared more about sports rather than grades but he would always excel in both in sports a lot higher

okay so fast forward to seventh year

haechan was already team captain

he has been for two years now starting when he was in fifth year

in all two years he has been captain, slytherin has won the quidditch cup which is very impressive

during his third year at hogwarts, one of the main chasers got badly injured and the backup chaser was really sick for one of the games

there was no one else to become the chaser so the captain made haechan be chaser

he practiced and trained with the other chasers and he eventually became really good

so seeker haechan was out and chaser haechan was in 

haechan was a very good chaser and also a great leader

he wouldn’t take shit from anyone 

even when he was a fifth year student and he had older teammates 

he would put them into their places if they refused to listen to him

he was a slytherin after all, he’s strong and ambitious and a good leader 

he was also very kind and loving to his friends

but only to his friends

people obviously have an image of him being cold and dark 

considering he is a slytherin, he gets into a lot of trouble, and he’s the team captain

and so he made it a point to act like that to everyone 

minus all his friends 

so like think of haechan in nct 127 that’s how people see him but he actually acts like how he does in dream with his friends

he’s had a cold look on everyone 

and not to mention......

he’s a player

like yea he has broken people’s hearts before 

even before he was made into team captain 

he often as a fourth year, haechan always got in trouble for staying up late making out with others asjhdjash

he was a player boy was too beautiful and handsome

and so everyone liked him 

and if you didn’t like him for his looks, you definitely liked him for his intelligence and his athletic abilities

and so when haechan became the team captain

he was just the whole package deal

“you’re just jealous i have a date y/n and you don’t”

haechan said to you when you mentioned that his date to hogsmeade only liked him because of his high reputation 

you scoffed 

“of course i’m not jealous. i wasn’t planning on going to this hogsmeade trip anyway”

all four boys, plus chenle and jisung (your friends a year or two below) in front of you stopped, causing you to bump into renjun’s chest 

“ooof, why did all of yo-”

“what do you mean you weren’t planning on going to hogsmeade?” jeno asked

“it’s cold you guys in case you haven’t noticed,” you said gesturing to your box of tissues “i’m sick and i can’t be going outside”

“but, hogsmeade in the winter time is your favorite and all of us go together every year”

“i know jisung but i’m sick and it’s not like it will be the same as the years before anyway since haechan has a date”

haechan gets red cheeks because boy gets embarrassed easily

“i would love to go with you guys but this sickness is just going to get worse and i would like to be in good health before i head back home for christmas so i can be in a better mood”

all six boys were hesitant to let the topic slide

ever since chenle and jisung came, all seven of you always went to hogsmeade together

even when chenle and jisung weren’t allowed to yet but you and the boys found a way to get out of the castle

with this being yours, renjun, jeno, jaemin, and haechan’s last year, it would be the last time all of you would be together for the winter hogsmeade trip 

the boys let the topic slide though as all of you were on your way to class

so the day of the hogsmeade trip came

and you decided to stay in bed a little longer because your cold got a lot worse this particular day 

when you did eventually get up

you looked out the window in your dorm and saw jeno jaemin renjun chenle and jisung on their way to the carriages that lead to hogsmead

haechan wasn’t with them but you already knew he was with his date

haechan always leaves early for hogsmeade dates

checking the time it was already 10 am 

before going down to the great hall and getting breakfast or lunch idk

you put on a pair of fuzzy socks and layered with some thick jackets so you wouldn’t get cold even though you were inside you were THAT sick

you also grabbed a book and some of your school materials because you were planning on going to the library to study afterwards 

you didn’t want to study in the common room because it would be filled with first years and second years who stayed behind

so there you were, sitting in the great hall in the hufflepuff table

you were in the middle of putting a spoonful of oatmeal into your mouth when someone seated themselves next to you and put a bottle of liquid in front of you

“haechan?” you said turning and meeting his face as he was getting a plate and filling it with toast and eggs and bacon