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title: only kissing you

genre: college au, friends to lovers

warnings: slight angst, (y/n) is a little negative-minded, mildly suggestive, descriptions of kissing

word count: ~2.5k

author’s note: hey guys, this was an idea that just sprang to my mind a week ago. i know the kissing booth trope has been done before and it might be a little cliché, but this is my take on it. also, i have a feeling you guys like this type of stuff lol. anyway, happy reading ^ ^

side note: “sunbae” is a Korean honorific for “senior.” i wrote this story with the setting of the characters attending a korean university in mind.

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You were sitting in the library peacefully finishing up an assignment that wasn’t due for another week. Yet you told yourself that staying ahead on schoolwork was far more productive than what most girls on campus were up to. The lively giggles echoing through the hallway reached your ears, drawing a quiet sigh of annoyance from you. 

“Someone doesn’t sound too happy,” the familiar playful voice of Zhong Chenle brought you out of your thoughts.

Glancing up from your laptop, you found the dark-haired male in a basketball jersey grinning down at you. Unsurprisingly, standing beside him was Park Jisung, a tall yet shy boy who had recently dyed his hair cherry red after losing a bet with Lee Haechan.

Your cheeks flushed when Chenle called you out, but you quickly tried to mask it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied, feigning indifference by crossing your arms.

Unfortunately, Chenle wasn’t someone you could easily fool—  especially considering that he was able to crack through your reserved exterior by the end of your freshman year. Even now as sophomores, he could decipher your mannerisms better than your own family.

“Uh-huh,” Chenle replied, not sounding very convinced. “I think the fact that you’re like the only person here on a Friday night says otherwise.”

Jisung chuckled nervously, “Hey, let’s not peer pressure her.”

“Peer pressure me into what?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. Your suspicion deepened when you caught the spark of mischief in Chenle’s eyes.

“Into going to the student council’s kissing booth, of course,” Chenle then answered, as if it were obvious. 

The mention of the fundraiser instantly set off alarm bells in your mind. “I still can’t believe Mark actually approved of that,” you muttered, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Well, Haechan managed to convince him,” Jisung said with a shrug. “And it is a pretty great way to raise money.”

You didn’t need to question further to know what he was referring to. Ever since the pink flyers with animated kiss marks had gone up, the campus had been buzzing with excited squeals from every girl on campus. Not that you could blame them when the line-up featured some of NCIT’s campus heartthrobs. 

Chenle lightly nudged you on the shoulder. “You should go (Y/n). Na Jaemin will be there, you know.”

“Yeah and that’s exactly why I don’t want to go,” you exhaled, tapping on the mousepad of your laptop to wake up the screen. 

Even though you dropped your gaze, the guys didn’t miss the way your cheeks started to turn red. For they were both aware of the “small” crush you had on the junior majoring in biomedicine. You cursed internally, wishing you were better at hiding your emotions. 

Out of all the popular boys at NCIT, Jaemin was known to be the most attractive with countless fangirls. While you weren’t nearly as dramatic as them, you were not spared from falling for him. To be fair, you hadn’t paid much attention to him at first. It wasn’t until this semester when Chenle started dragging you to join his group hangouts, that you began to see Jaemin more often. 

And it didn’t take long for you to understand why all those girls loved him. Na Jaemin was the definition of a gentleman. He was always respectful, holding doors open for you, and unfailingly kind in the way he maintained steady eye contact whenever he spoke to you. Not to mention his ridiculously long eyelashes that only added to his flirtatious charm. 

Although Jaemin seemed aware of how attractive he was, he never came across as cocky about it. However, when you found out he was participating in the kissing booth, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d misjudged him. Maybe he was just like every other guy after all.

Noticing the disheartened look on her face, her friends quickly tried to reassure her. “Hey, it’s not that bad,” Chenle said. 

“Yeah, they’re only giving out kisses on the cheek!” Jisung piped in.

Knowing that didn’t make you feel better. The thought of Jaemin, your sweet, kind Sunbae, kissing other girls—  even if it was just on the cheek—  made your chest ache in a way you couldn’t fully explain. Perhaps you were being selfish. It wasn’t like you were in a relationship with him or anything. He had the freedom to kiss whomever he pleased. 

You let your gaze fall to the table. “It’s not a big deal. I’m just not interested in going, okay?”

Chenle and Jisung exchanged a knowing look, one that you didn’t quite catch. Despite their teasing, they could tell this bothered you more than you were willing to admit. But they weren’t about to let you sit here and wallow.

“Look, you don’t have to get in line or anything,” Chenle persisted. “Just come with us to check it out. We don’t even have to stay for that long if you don’t want to.”

Jisung nodded, chiming in with a shy smile. “Yeah, we’ll stick together. Plus, Renjun Hyung said they’ll be giving out free snacks too!”

Their lighthearted banter and genuine effort to put you at ease chipped away at your resolve. Nibbling on your lower lip, you pondered whether it was worth the risk of seeing Jaemin. At the same time, you didn’t want to be the one to dampen Chenle and Jisung’s mood. So, with a small nod, you finally gave in. Hopefully, you won’t end up regretting it.

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Reaction: when their gf falls into depression

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort

Warnings: symptoms of depression mentioned/described, chenle’s is kinda long, suicide attempt in jisung’s. please, please do not read if any of these topics trigger you.

Word Count: ~2.3k

Author’s Note: Here is the last part to this reaction. Again, I hope that those of you struggling with depression or any mental health issues in general, get the help you need. although you might feel alone, i assure you that you’re not. if not people, there’s always God who supports and loves you. i pray for all of you going through seasons of hardships. thank you for reading ^ ^

here is the hyung line version if you didn’t read it!

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jaemin 

Jaemin rummaged through his cabinet for the snacks he kept just for you. In the living room, you were curled up on his designer couch, a blanket draped over your shoulders. Normally, he’d hear you humming along to whatever tune was stuck in your head or showering his cats with affection.

But today, the silence was heavy. Too heavy. 

Jaemin emerged from the kitchen and placed the snacks on the coffee table before settling beside you. Your fingers idly ran through Luna’s long white fur as she rested in your lap, but even her comforting presence didn’t seem to brighten your mood.

Clearing his throat softly, he gave you a gentle nudge. “Hey, I got your favorites,” he said, his tone warm and inviting.

“Thanks, Jaem,” you replied with a faint smile, your eyes briefly flickering to the colorfully packaged snacks.

He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand as he studied you. He knew you have been seeing a counselor for a while now, and he already began to notice the small changes. Subtle things like how you tried to be more present, and show more compassion for yourself. But Jaemin also was aware that setbacks were inevitable, especially given how little things could trigger you.

“Did something happen today?” he asked cautiously, careful not to insinuate anything. 

You hesitated, your hand pausing on Luna’s back. “Yeah, my professor called me out for not speaking loud enough. She said I sounded like we were at a concert.”

“Oh, princess…”

Shaking your head, you moved your hand to pet the cat’s head. “But she was right, and I know it wasn’t personal. I was just being sensitive, letting her comment get to me.”

Jaemin sighed softly, his expression mixed with concern and understanding. He placed his hand over yours, stopping you from petting Luna for a moment. 

“Hey, don’t be too hard on yourself,” he started to say. But you gently pulled your hand away before he could finish.

“For a second, I really thought things were getting better. I thought, maybe I can overcome this,” you scoffed. “But then something happens, and I fall right back into that dark place. And then I think…maybe I’ll never heal.”

Sensing the frustration in your tone, Luna hopped off your lap and joined her younger siblings. You sighed at the movement, but Jaemin saw it as an opportunity to bring you into his arms. You melted into his embrace, resting your head against his shoulders as tears welled in your eyes.

Jaemin pressed a light kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as if trying to communicate all his love into that single gesture. He pulled back slightly to cup your face in both of his hands.

In the softest tone his deep voice could manage, he whispered, “First of all, thank you for being honest with me. Secondly, healing isn’t something that happens overnight, princess.”

“I know…” you mumbled, dropping your gaze momentarily. He couldn’t help but smile fondly, catching a tear with his thumb.

“And you’ve already made so much progress, even if you don’t see it,” he added. “Some days will be harder than others, but you’re allowed to have bad days and feel upset about them. It doesn’t mean you’re failing, it just means you’re human.”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back more tears from spilling. “Jaem…”

“But that’s also why I’m here, to listen to your feelings and remind you that you’re doing great, my (Y/n),” he affirmed gently.

You took a shaky breath, finally allowing a tear to escape, but this time it was different– this time, you felt safe. You leaned into Jaemin’s touch, the warmth of his hands on your face grounding you. “I don’t know what I would do without you,” you whispered, your voice soft and vulnerable. “Thank you for always being here for me, even when I don’t deserve it.”

Then he kissed your tears away and pulled you back in for a warm hug. “You 100% deserve me and so much more, princess.”

Jaemin knew that his words couldn’t convince you fully. But he was determined to keep loving you, hoping that one day you’d believe him.

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Reaction: when their gf is falls into depression

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort

Warnings: mentions of reader being depressed, dark thoughts, self-harm, insecurities, all the fun stuff. please do not read if any of these topics trigger you.

Word Count: ~3k

Author’s Note: it has been so long since i last posted a reaction for 7dream 😭. honestly i’ve been running out of ideas for them, so that’s why. and i know i’ve written things with similar topics to this one, but i wanted to write something specifically for depression. the reason for this being that i was struggling a lot recently, but i am doing better now. still, my hope is that i can offer some comfort to those of you who might be experiencing this or something similar. thank you for reading ^ ^

here is the maknae-line version if you’d like to read it!

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mark

The faint lights of the city cast fleeting shadows across Mark’s face as his head rested against the window of his manager’s car. His fingers idly scrolled through Instagram to make the time pass a little faster. Absentmindedly, he moved to his message section to look through his friends’ notes. He stopped when he came across yours—  which had “Lonely”by Jonghyun and Taeyeon playing.

Mark frowned, as he listened to the chorus part of the song you had chosen. It gnawed at him, realizing this wasn’t the first time you had picked a gloomy track recently. Over the past few weeks, your song choices had felt like little cries for help, subtle yet piercing. 

Unable to brush it off this time, Mark asked his manager to drop him off at your place instead. His manager shot him a skeptical glance through the rearview mirror. But when he realized through Mark’s concerned expression that this was serious, he allowed Mark to type in your address into the GPS. Your place wasn’t far from their current route anyway.

The car soon pulled up in front of your apartment building. Mark thanked his manager before stepping out, pulling his hood over his head and slipping on a mask to ward off the cold and any unwanted attention. In the three months you and Mark had been together, your secret relationship had managed to stay under the radar—  unnoticed by any news outlets. 

Mark let himself in, a small smile tugging at his lips as he recalled how touched he’d been when you told him the passcode was his birthday. The serene darkness of your apartment greeted him as he pushed the door open and removed his shoes at the entryway. His eyes were immediately drawn to the only visible light from the left side as he turned down the hallway. A soft glow emanated from your bedroom, urging his feet to move instinctively in that direction.

He approached cautiously, peeking inside to find you lying atop your double bed, the navy blue comforter from your childhood spread beneath you. Your purple earbuds were in, and your eyes were fixed on the ceiling with a faraway emptiness in your expression. The absence of the light he was so used to seeing in you twisted his heart.

“(Y/n),” he called out. However, you didn’t notice his presence until he stepped closer to your bedside.

Surprised, you blinked and turned your head toward him. Removing one earbud, you simply looked at him with something deeper than exhaustion.

Mark sat on the edge of your bed. “Are you listening to your sad playlist again?”

You silently handed him your phone, the Spotify screen confirming his suspicions. 92 songs, 6 hours’ worth of Korean music designed to pull you deeper into your somber mood. 

After removing your second earbud and placing it in its charging case, you move to sit up. But Mark gently stopped you, resting a hand on your shoulder before lowering himself onto the bed to lie beside you. Once you were settled in his arms he asked, “Are you okay?”

Half of him expected you to lie and say you were fine. His mind was already running with responses to persuade you to be honest about what you were feeling to him.

The defensive wall that usually kept you guarded wasn’t there tonight. You simply didn’t have the energy to be the strong person you wanted Mark to see.

“No… I’m not,” you whispered, your voice trembling as Mark noticed the tears beginning to well in your eyes.

In a moment of slight panic, he gently cupped the right side of your face, catching the tears before they could fall. “Hey, hey, I’m here. It’s alright. You don’t have to explain right now.”

That was all it took before you buried your face in his chest, his hoodie muffling the quiet sobs that escaped you.

Mark had so much he wanted to say right now. He wanted to reassure you that he’d be there when you were ready to talk, that you didn’t have to push him away when you were hurting, and that you weren’t alone in the storm you felt trapped in.

But for the time being, he held you closer, his hand rubbing small, soothing circles on your back. He could feel your grip on his shirt tighten, a silent plea for comfort. Words could wait.

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Title: love heals

Genre: college au, hurt/comfort

Warnings: mentions and graphic descriptions of self-harm, depression, blood, breakdowns. please do not read if any of these topics make you uncomfortable.

Word Count: ~1.4k

Author’s Note: I guess I went from writing some sweet fluffy stories to sad and dark stuff again. I apologize, I know my lighter stuff might be what you guys like more. But whenever I write about this sensitive topic in particular, it means that my mind is spiraling again and I’m stuck in the dark place I’ve tried so hard to escape. And in this dark place, I write what I feel in hopes that I can comfort others who might be experiencing something similar. Please know that you are not alone, and there are so people that want to help and support you. If you feel like there isn’t anyone in your life who can do that right now, know that God loves you and wants to help you get through this. Thank you for reading and I’m sorry ^ ^

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The heavy silence falls on your dorm room again, as you relive every dark thought that has ever entered your head. Once again, your mind attacked and you lost the battle. All the progress you’ve made to fight the negative self-talk is meaningless. Positivity, optimism, hope— are all strangers, fleeting and unreachable. Depression is the friend that you’ve become too attached to.

Sitting in your bed, you glance down at your arm, now littered with straight lines of red— the faint sting of them just starting to settle. They vary in length, most of them small but numerous. The cuts started just below your elbow, and stopped at your wrist. Somehow it has become your goal to ensure that no space of skin goes untouched by the razor blade that’s resting proudly on your desk. Each line seems like a scarlet promise— a release, a brief surge of something other than emptiness. And your mind echoes with the familiar justification: I’ll stop eventually…just not now.

The quiet creak of the door, left unlocked by your roommate, pulls you from your thoughts, and you know without looking who’s coming in. Jaemin. He’s always had a way of moving softly, almost as if he didn’t want to disturb the air. You’re grateful for it, but you wish he hadn’t come tonight. You just wish he’d go home and not see you like this. Yet, your boyfriend must have a sixth sense of something. Despite all the effort you put into hiding it, he seems to sense your sadness from even miles away.

“(Y/n)?” His voice is tender, but you hear the worry beneath it. 

Jaemin’s eyes sweep over you as he crosses the room, his gaze landing on your arm. Out of instinct, you pull down your sweater sleeve out of instinct. But you both know it’s too late— the damage is done and he’s seen it. Although you want to appear unbothered about it to him, your heart still clenches as his shoes come off and he approaches you cautiously.

He exhales as he reaches for your hand gently. “Princess…”

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Title: Simple Pleasures

Genre: Fluff…lots of it lol

Warning: mildly suggestive towards the end

Word Count: 835

Author’s Note: Again, I apologize for how long it’s taken me to update on here. College has been keeping me pretty busy this month (and I will continue to, I’m afraid). But I managed to write this little scenario over the past few days. I also have a new Haechan fic that I plan on posting in the near future. So please look forward to that! Thank you for reading ^ ^

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Quiet evenings have always been your favorite. As the sun dipped below the horizon and the moon rose to take its place, the day’s dishes were neatly stacked in the dishwasher, ready for their nightly cycle. Freshly folded laundry was tucked away in the dresser and closets, organized for the week ahead. After a soothing shower washed away the weariness of the day, you let your hair air-dry. Now, two hours later, it’s finally dry as you lean back in the swivel chair at your desk. 

You didn’t need to touch the long hair cascading over your shoulders to know how silky smooth it was. Freshly washed hair was one of those simple pleasures you’d grown to appreciate as you matured into a young adult. And as it turned out, your husband Jeno seemed to love it even more.

The soft creak of the door caught your attention, and you turned your head to see him quietly step inside. Even though he’d just come home from work, the sight of his oversized hoodie with a print of a white cat and black sweatpants told you he had already freshened up at the company. According to him, it saved more time for you. Not that you complained otherwise.

With just a foot in the room, his eyes were immediately drawn to your hair. A familiar warmth spreads through your chest, though he’s done every time, without fail. Jeno was always affectionate— he’d find any excuse to hold you, kiss you, or simply be close. But there was something about your freshly washed hair that made him borderline obsessed.

“Hey babe,” His deep voice was soft, laced with that playful tone he often used when he was about to be extra clingy. 

Though the compliment made your cheeks flush with warmth, it didn’t stop you from getting up and walking over with open arms. “Hey Honey,” you said back.

As soon as he was within reach, your arms naturally slipped around his waist. His strong arms wrapped around you in return, pulling you into his chest. Your shoulders relaxed as you melted into his embrace, feeling his nose gently nuzzle against the top of your head. One sniff was all it took to bring a smile to his face.

“You smell amazing,” he mumbled, his voice muffled as he buried his face deeper into your hair.

His voice was muffled as he buried his face deeper into your hair, making you giggle. “Thanks, you always say that.”

It still surprised you sometimes, remembering how Jeno didn’t like the scent of red ginseng before you got married. But after moving in together, it grew on him quickly. He’d often say he liked the fragrance far more than the taste of the Korean root.

“Only because it’s true,” he said with a confident grin.

Shaking your head with a chuckle, you pulled back just enough to meet his gleeful gaze. A shiver ran down your spine as his fingers gently threaded through your hair, brushing against the nape of your neck.

Trying not to let his touch be too distracting, you hummed. “Well if you love the scent so much, maybe you can join me in the shower next time.”

The tone in your voice was innocent, which perhaps made the playful glint in Jeno’s eyes spark even more mischievous. His lips curled into a knowing smile.

“Oh?” his voice dropped, sending your heart racing. “You want me to shower with you, babe?”

Your face turned a deeper shade of red as you realized how your suggestion sounded to him. “T-that’s not what I meant!” you stammered, stepping back in an attempt to escape his arms.

But Jeno held you firmly in place, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction a little too much. 

“Mm-hmm, sure. But now that you’ve mentioned it, I’m not exactly against the idea,” he teased, though you caught a hint of sincerity in his words.

The you from those first few months of marriage would have shied away in this moment. Honestly, you could say the same about Jeno and he’d agree. But two years of marriage had made you two a little more bolder.

Glancing up at him, you leaned in a little closer so that your noses brushed against one another. “Maybe…I don’t hate it either.”

The way your voice lowered in a soft murmur, made Jeno’s heart pound even louder than yours. His eyes darkened slightly and he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your lips. 

“Well then,” he whispered against your mouth, “I’ll hold you to that next time, babe.”

The feeling of his lips left this lingering heat, a silent promise of the many kisses yet to come that night, and forever really. As your lips met again, you couldn’t help but smile while his fingers tangled in your hair even more, making your heart feel light and full.

Among all of your simple pleasures, freshly washed hair held a close second, but Lee Jeno was undeniably your favorite.

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Title: Bare

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: mildly suggestive, jaemin is shirtless, heated kisses

Word Count: 805

Author’s Note: Okay, I may or may not have gotten inspired by that selfie Jaemin posted on his instagram (which killed me the first time I saw it btw). I sort of feel guilty for writing stuff like this, because I don’t intend to objectify Jaemin or the members. It’s supposed to be more of an appreciation thing (and I am a woman after all). Besides, I know you guys eat this stuff up too. So hope you enjoy reading ^ ^

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You stood in front of Jaemin’s apartment door, hesitating before finally pressing the doorbell. Your hand dropped back to your side almost instantly, and you found yourself absentmindedly fidgeting with the strap of your purse. It wasn’t your first time visiting, but you hadn’t seen him all week, and a strange sense of anticipation lingered in the air. Maybe it was the fact that the two of you had been dating for a while, and you still couldn’t shake how flustered he made you.

What you didn’t expect was for the door to open and reveal your boyfriend, half-naked. Just a glimpse of his broad chest and defined muscles was enough to have your cheeks heating up like an oven. In the next second, you were spinning around and covering your eyes like an embarrassed child. Clearly amused by your reaction, Jaemin nudged you gently to face him again.

“Hey, what’s wrong, baby?” Jaemin chuckled, his voice low and teasing. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen a man shirtless before.”

Letting out a flustered huff, you fixed your gaze on the ground. “Well, that’s because I haven’t really,” you mumbled, your voice barely audible. Jaemin wouldn’t have caught it if he weren’t standing so close.

He laughed again, a deep rumble resonating from his chest before reaching out to take your hand. His fingers were warm against your cool skin as he pulled you inside his apartment.

“Come on, it’s just me. You don’t have to be shy,” he coaxed, trying to make eye contact with you.

You swallowed hard and reluctantly slipped off your shoes while Jaemin slid your jacket off. His fingers brushed against your arms. It was such a simple touch, yet it sent a shiver down your spine, even through the fabric of your sweater.

Finally daring to meet his eyes, you said, “You really are trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

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Title: Drunk Kisses

Genre: College AU, friends to lovers

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drinking, making out

Word Count: ~2.6k

Author’s Note: I am very sorry for how long it’s been since I’ve last posted something. Lately, I’ve just been very uninspired to the point that I think my career of writing fanfic is coming to an end. Anyhow, I hope you guys enjoy this. I’m sorry if it’s not that good. Thank you for reading ^ ^

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Anyone who knew you even a little was well aware that you were not a party person. You were the type of college student who attended all your classes, got all your homework done before the due date, and spent your weekends stowed away in a library or your dorm room. 

In your world, going to college parties was strictly off-limits. Frankly, you’ve done a good job of avoiding them your entire freshman year. A few of your friends insisted that you were missing out on fun. But the idea of loud music, sweaty crowds, and the smell of spilled beer didn’t sound like much fun to you.

But that all changed your sophomore year when your roommate, Jooyoung, finally convinced you to come to a homecoming party. She knew how much you hated any sort of social event, and respected your wishes. Now that you were in your second year, she was a little less forgiving.

“Come on, (Y/n). It’s just one party. You can’t just spend all your time in our dorm!” Jooyoung whined, half-dressed in her outfit for the night.

Glancing up from your laptop, you sighed. “You know I hate parties.”

Unfazed by your weak excuse, Jooyoung rummaged through her closet in search of something for you to wear. She didn’t even bother to look through yours, knowing you didn’t own anything remotely party-appropriate.

“You’re coming, and you’re going to look cute,” Jooyoung insisted. “Just give it a chance! You might even have fun for once.”

You opened your mouth to argue that you had plenty of fun without frat parties being involved. But before you could say anything, Jooyoung tossed a sleek black dress on your bed. It was a simple yet elegant dress, with thin straps and a figure-hugging silhouette. 

 “Here put this on. Trust me, you’ll look amazing,” she urged, flashing you a grin. 

Amazing wasn’t the word you’d choose when you reluctantly got up from your desk and changed into the dress. But before you could back out, Jooyoung was dragging you out of the dorms. As soon as you stepped outside with her, you regretted agreeing. You could already hear the sound of thumping music from blocks away, causing your stomach to knot as you approached the house.

It was even worse than you imagined once you got inside. The air smelled like alcohol and sweat, the bass from the music rattled your ribs, and people were packed together tightly, shouting over the noise.

Jooyoung’s eyes widened when she recognized someone she knew in the crowd. “I’ll be back!” she yelled over the music.

“Wait—” you began to protest, but she had already vanished into the sea of people.

Swallowing hard, you weaved through the crowd to follow after her. Just as you were about to give up hope, you felt a tap on the shoulder. Turning around, you were met with a familiar face. Lee Donghyuck. 

“What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t the party type,” the boy teased, clearly surprised to see you in this type of setting.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, feeling a bit self-conscious. “I’m not. Jooyoung made me come.”

“Hm, I see,” Donghyuck nodded with a smirk. “Want a drink?”

You eyed the plastic red cup he offered, raising an eyebrow. “You know I’m not twenty-one yet, right?”

“Yeah, like that’s ever stopped anyone from drinking underage,” he chuckled.

Wanting to stick with your rules, you shook your head. “I’m not drinking, Donghyuck.”

“Why not? You scared?” Donghyuck cocked his head, knowing exactly how to push your buttons.

Your stomach twisted, more out of pride than anything else— because you weren’t scared. You just didn’t want to end up like the sloppy drunk partygoers who got absolutely wasted. But Donghyuck’s taunting words and the smirk at you struck a nerve, and something inside you snapped.

With a determined expression, you snatched the cup out of his hand. “I’m not scared,” you said, before downing the drink in one go. 

The burn of the alcohol burned your throat immediately, causing you to pull away in a grimace. Donghyuck’s eyes widened in surprise, clearly not expecting you to go through with it.

“That’s the spirit!” he laughed, slinging an arm around you. “Come on, let’s get you another shot.”

One shot turned into two, then three. You weren’t sure when you lost count, but the edges of the room soon started to blur, and the music didn’t sound so painfully loud anymore. Your body felt light, and everything seemed warmer. Fuzzier. You stumbled through the crowd in search of Jooyoung but instead bumped into someone else.

“(Y/n)?” The sound of his voice instantly made your heart stop for a second. 

It was Mark Lee, a junior you knew from InterVarsity. He was someone you’ve admired from afar for quite some time now. The kind of guy everyone liked, always smiling and joking around with his friends. You’ve been crushing on Mark since last year when you saw him perform on the worship team. But you hadn’t dared to pursue anything beyond friendship.

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Title: Main Character

Genre: Fluff, a little angst if you squint

Warnings: reader talks down about herself a little

Word Count: ~1k

Author’s Note: This was an idea that came to me last night when I couldn’t fall asleep lol. I don’t know I just have this very romantic image of Jaemin in my head, which makes me come up with these silly scenarios. He’s genuinely someone that makes my days brighter, so I hope this story can do that for you if possible. Thank you for reading ^ ^

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Na Jaemin was the last person you expected to be friends with. Not because he was a jerk or a playboy— quite the opposite, actually. He was the kind of guy that girls admired for his bright smile and pure kindness. But he was also the popular type that didn’t typically mingle with students like you. However, it was Jaemin’s persistence that broke through those stereotypes.

And there he was, letting himself into your apartment with a bag of snacks he bought at the convenience store nearby. A smile crept his lips when he found you sitting at the coffee table, engrossed in an assignment. Placing a carton of banana milk beside you caught your attention. You glanced up from your laptop and met his warm, smiling eyes.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, taking hold of the small beverage.

“No problem,” Jaemin replied, plopping down next to you on the floor. “Whatcha working on?”

“Just this story for my creative writing class. I’m trying to come up with the characters,” you explained, your eyes flickering back to the laptop screen.

A sigh of resignation involuntarily slipped past your lips. “It’s a bit harder than it looks.”

As a biomedicine major, Jaemin didn’t know a great deal about what it took to write a good story. He was more skilled at lab reports and scientific research than crafting compelling narratives. Despite this, he was genuinely curious about your work. He’s seen your writing before and thought it was amazing, even though you often underestimated yourself.

“How do you do it? Come up with the characters, I mean,” Jaemin asked, leaning forward to get a better look at the screen. 

Having never been asked that question before, you had to ponder for a moment. “Well, the main characters are pretty easy. They usually have certain traits, like you do. You’re kind of main character material.”

“Me? What makes me main character material?” Jaemin raised an eyebrow, wondering what she meant. 

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Title: Romance

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: kind of cheesy, mildly suggestive

Word Count: 583

Author’s Note: I’ve been rewatching Scarlet Heart Ryeo, and I suppose it inspired me to write this little scenario for Haechan. I’ve been meaning to post something for him for awhile now. So I’m glad I finally got the chance to. Hope you guys like it and thank you for reading ^ ^

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You weren’t sure how late in the night it was, but you didn’t really care. Right now, you were content with snuggling under a blanket with your boyfriend, your faces illuminated by the soft glow of the TV screen. You had nearly jumped up in excitement when you finally convinced Haechan to watch Scarlet Heart Ryeo with you. It was a drama you had been urging him to watch for ages, but it didn’t take long for him to become engrossed in the series as well.

The episode you were watching had reached a particularly emotional scene, where the main characters Hae Soo and Wang So shared a tender moment under the moonlight. Even though it was just a show, the genuine love between them was palpable. You could see it in their eyes. A love that was so sincere and intense that you couldn’t help but sigh wistfully.

Haechan’s eyes flickered from the television to you who was leaning on his shoulder. “What’s with the sigh?” 

As he asked, another sigh escaped involuntarily. Without tearing your eyes away from the screen, you replied, “I kind of wish I had a romance like theirs.”

“Are you not satisfied with ours?” he asked, slightly amused.

You glanced at him, catching the hint of teasing in his voice. A smile crept your own lips as your fingers remained intertwined with his. “Well, I mean, it’s so dramatic and passionate. They go through so much, yet their love remains steadfast.”

A glint of mischief flashed over Haechan’s eyes as a playful smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. He leaned in closer, leaving little distance between you. The close proximity quickly made your cheeks flush with heat.

“I can give you that kind of romance,” he said confidently.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his comment. But before you could say anything more, he captured your lips with his in a sudden, passionate kiss. His movements were smooth, his hand cupping your cheek with a gentle yet firm touch. Your initial surprise melted away as you closed your eyes and kissed him back, your hands finding their way to his shoulder.

Suddenly the drama faded into the background, leaving only the two of you and the crackling energy of the moment. Haechan’s kisses always had this warmth that made you feel all fuzzy on the inside. The tenderness of his lips moving against yours conveyed just how precious you were to him.

By the time you finally broke apart, the both of you were breathless. Haechan rested his forehead against yours, his eyes sparkling with affection.

“How was that for a start?” he whispered.

You laughed softly, still blushing profusely. “Hmm, I think you might be onto something,” you teased, trying to hide the racing of your heart.

“Good,” he said, his thumb gently tracing your cheek. “Because I plan on giving you a romance that’s better than any drama. One with its own epic moments and unforgettable memories.”

His words were playful, but you could hear the sincerity in them. You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.

“I think I’m already living it,” you whispered back, leaning in another kiss, this one softer but no less filled with love.

One thing you knew for sure, was that no k-drama could compare to the romance you and Haechan had. 

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