ex marks the spot

the sea had always been a part of your story with chenle.

the waves lapped at your bare feet as you traced shapes into the damp sand, small hands etching dreams into the shore. he had approached you with an easy confidence, a grin splitting his face as he plopped down beside you.

"what are you drawing?" he asked, his mandarin-laced accent wrapping around the words like silk.

you hesitated, stealing a glance at him. "i don't know yet... maybe a house? a boat?"

he hummed, thoughtful, before tracing a wave with his finger in the sand. "海 (hǎi). it means 'sea' in chinese. my grandfather always tells me that the sea never leaves—it just comes and goes."

you listened intently before repeating the word clumsily, earning a giggle from chenle. "hey, not bad! i can teach you more if you'd like."

that was how it all began—two children, the sea, and a handful of words shared between them.

your childhood was spent beneath an endless sky, carried by salty breezes and the gentle crash of waves. together, you chased after seagulls and collected seashells, your laughter blending with the ocean's calls. over the years, chenle wove mandarin into your days, tying them to moments that made your heart swell.

"我们海里相逢, 情深似海 (wǒ men hǎi lǐ xiāng féng, qíng shēn sì hǎi)," he said once, years later, when you were both sprawled on the shore, watching the sky shift from blue to gold. "it means we were fated to meet at the sea. and that our feelings are as deep as the ocean."

you nudged him playfully, teasing him for believing in fate, for being so hopelessly cheesy—but you couldn't quite hide the smile tugging at your lips.

the years continued to pass like ripples in the water, ever moving, never still.

the two of you still met by the shore, though your conversations had shifted from childhood dreams to whispered secrets under the moonlight. chenle had grown taller, his voice richer, but his laugh remained the same—bright and full of life.

one evening, as the sun melted into the horizon, he asked, "do you think the waves ever get tired?"

you stole a glance at him, just as you had when you were kids, and watched the way the wind tousled his hair, revealing his star-filled eyes. "maybe. but they always come back."

his lips curled into a small smile, gaze distant. "kinda like us, huh. no matter how far we go, we always return to the sea."

by the time adulthood arrived, your lives had expanded beyond the small town by the shore. you had both left, chasing dreams beyond the waves, but somehow, you always found your way back, just as chenle had known.

one winter, when the sky was heavy with the promise of snow, you sat beside him on the worn wooden bench overlooking the familiar sea. the tide was calm, quiet, as if listening.

"you are my sea, always watch over me." you sang softly, the melody carried by the crisp winter air.

chenle exhaled, leaning against your shoulder. "我们海里相逢, 情深似海."

your fingers found his, warm despite the chill as you gently murmured, "perhaps, fate is real."

Rich Boyfriend Chronicles

Pairings: Zhong Chenle x Fem!Reader

Summary: You know how Chenle got when it comes to money. You know how he got when you spent it. More specifically, when you spent his money.

Warnings: Language, Established Relationship, Codependency, So Slight!Toxic relationship, Humor, Domestic Fluff, Slight Angst, Jealousy (Weaponizing Jisung (sorry Jiji)), HighMaintenance!Reader, Hyperfem!Reader, Coercion, Smut (+18) mdni, Ownership kink, Needy!Chenle, Unprotected Sex, Premature Orgasm, Dom/Sub Themes, Dubious Consent, Drunk!Chenle, Dirty Talk, Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Subspace

꒰ 마크 ꒱ ── cherry beer 𖥔 synopsis. . . mark would've never guessed that he'd spend his free time on some college party making out with a pretty girl

mark wasn't used to be in a place like this, he wasn't a party typa guy at all to say at least, but there he was. he could spend friday night to study and maybe produce something for his next class, but his friends wanted him to go to that frat party so bad, they were annoying him for the whole week. now he was sitting on the couch, his ears hurting from the shitty music those frat guys were playing, couple that sat right next to him were touching each other and he almost spilled his drink on him. fucking perfect.

Mark’s head lifted slightly from the pillow propped under him as he heard the door creak open. His lips curled into a soft smile.

“Hey, baby. Welcome home,” he greeted, his voice warm but tinged with concern. “How are you? I called, but you didn’t answer.”

You didn’t respond. Instead, you walked over, dropped your bag, and collapsed next to him on the couch. Without so much as a word, you placed your hand over his mouth, cutting off whatever he was about to say next.

“Shut up, bae. Just shush,” you mumbled, face buried deep into the cushion.

Mark froze for a moment, wide-eyed. “Yo, dude, you good?” he asked, his words muffled against your palm.

In response, you lifted your head just enough to press a single finger to his lips, signaling for him to stay quiet. Moments later, you were out cold, your breathing evening out as sleep claimed you.

Mark sat up, puzzled and a little worried. He shifted closer, carefully sliding his arm around you to keep you from slumping further. His hand moved gently up and down your back, trying to comfort you even though you were already far away in dreamland.

“You’re really out of it, huh?” he whispered, brushing a few stray strands of hair from your face. He studied your features—exhaustion etched into every line of your expression—and sighed softly.

“Damn,” he muttered to himself, holding you against his chest as he leaned back into the couch.

Despite his worry, he smiled faintly, his fingers continuing to trace slow, soothing circles on your back. Whatever had worn you out this much, he’d make sure you felt better tomorrow. For now, he stayed there with you, your head tucked under his chin, determined to let you rest in peace.

IMAGINE: you keep your relationship as private as possible

• he comes to pick you up every chance he gets when you have closing shift.

• you only do home dates, mostly at yours.

• lots of movie nights and take away dinners.

• cuddles are your night routine fr.

• "you're so warm and soft"

• during comeback season you don't hangout as much and he suffers the lack of your touch.

• "i miss you so much i think i'm gonna die" "you won't die, baby"

• shower sex is his thing. he loves it for some reason.

• "your skin is something else, i swear"

• he LOVES watching you getting ready in the morning, he knows your skin-care steps by heart.

• "you're very creepy, just there staring at me" "i'm very in love with you"

• a lot of skin-ship, he loves to touch and caress you.

• you're his comfort place.

• he doesn't speak a lot when you hangout but when he does, his deep and lazy voice never fails to turn you on.

• he's very good at using his hands and his tongue.

• when you complain about him going to the gym instead of spending time with you, he records himself doing some exercise and send you the video. you shut your mouth immediately.

• "you're the sexiest thing i ever saw in my life, istg" "(.◜◡◝)"

counting this as an emo haechan comeback. emo hc stans keep on winning

Walfy's Essence.

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you and jeno had been binging Queen of Tears for the last few days. you typically cuddle on the couch, legs intertwined, as you comment on the happenings of the show. however, one day you find yourself sitting on the opposite end of the couch to jeno as you watch the show. there was no real reason why, you just sat down quickly, ready to watch the show, not thinking about where you were sitting.

in this episode, baek hyunwoo was being particularly cute in the episode and you kept exclaiming this thought.

"ugh he's so cute"

"ahhh so cute"

little did you know, jeno was starting to get sensitive on the other end of the couch. how could you call this fictional character cute when your cute boyfriend is pouting on the other end of the couch? jeno sits with his arms crossed, pouting and side eyeing you every time you make a comment about the cuteness of baek hyunwoo.

only when something corny happens in the show do you realize how quiet jeno is as he loves making comments pointing out and making fun of the cheesy moments in the show.

you turn towards jeno to find him pouting. you give him a confused face as you get up to sit closer to him.

"what's wrong?"

his pout grows. "you keep saying he's cute" he mumbles under his breath.

"what?" you ask smiling.

"you don't call me cute"

you can only laugh now. "you're cute when you're pouting over silly things like this" you say burying your nose into his cheek before kissing him on his jaw.

he uncrosses his arms and places one around your waist before you throw your arms around his shoulders and tackle him with kisses. jeno flashes his signature smile before laughing.

"my boyfriend is the cutest"

"cuter than baek hyunwoo?" jeno questions.

you pretend to contemplate your answer, but as soon as jeno starts pouting again, you laugh, "of course baby"

240915 JENO

MARK LEE @ BOUCHERON EVENT IN SEOUL

thinking about bf!haechan who does anything for you when you ask because he’s just that down bad for you.

“babe, can you grab-“ you can’t even finish your sentence because he’s already on his knees kissing your hand.

“anything for you, my queen!”

“i just wanted you to grab my charger”

-

“please, hyuck go faster” you whine, losing patience with the slow pace he’s set. you just want, no, need him to fuck you.

“yeah, baby? want me to go faster?” he drags his lips along your jaw, biting down softly. “anything for you.”

220924 ◇ faster (mark lee facecam)