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hello !! I will be reblogging my fav fics so go check them out if you like :)
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falling for your roommate's loser gamer friend!haechan
an: idk either, read this yap post if u want to make sense of this...
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PAY THE PRICE — smau
after getting evicted out of your old place, you're left with no other choice but to look for a cheaper alternative. which is how you end up becoming neighbours with lee haechan, who has a passion for music and disturbing whatever peace and quiet there is.
or in which you found yourself a very nice apartment, the only issue? your neighbour is your friend's somewhat ex-situationship who won't stop playing his guitar at 2 am in the night.
neighbour!haechan x fem!reader
genre ; enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, probably slow burn, humour, neighbours au.
extras ; haechan is kinda an asshole | boy next door + likes everyone but you trope-ish | profanity and death jokes because they’re silly! | probably romantic tension | some mark x reader here and there | renjun and jaemin having their own e2bffs moment | probably inaccurate depiction of how someone would get evicted pls don’t shoot me 😅
notes ; i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan i love haechan <333 idk i got nothing better to do now so i’ll just start this because i know i won’t be posting any of the other long fic wips any time soon 😭
PLAYLIST ; She , Tyler The Creator — For The Night , Chloe Bailey — IDK WHAT TO TELL YOU , Bktherula — Surprise , Chloe Bailey — I Wanna Be down , Brandy — Suite Life , FLO — Is It A Crime? , No Guidnce — Round&Round , NCT U .
STATUS ; completed! (18.02.25)
9/10 long months and 60 chapters but it’s finally finished 😭🎉🚬 thank you so much for all the inbox msgs, rbs, replies and likes!! 🥹 i’ll be honest i wasn’t as committed to this as i expected and wished i was, as everyone already pointed out i was lowkey dragging this hdjdbsjdh i apologise for taking so long this could’ve been done ages ago but life happened ✌🏽❤️ HAECHAN THANK U FOR EXISTING. ptp you served had a nice run.
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LOVE VIRUS; L.DH
synopsis — after a fateful encounter with a mysterious resident, you decide to follow his example and became a nurse, just to get the chance to see him again. romance, fate-like moments, you expected a lot from your first meeting after many years... just to find out he is the most insufferable jerk!
genres — first love au, co-workers-to-lovers, doctor au
pairing — lee donghyuck x fem!reader
warnings — language, mentions of death, incorrect medical descriptions, accidentally attempted suicide, sharp objects, medical setting
word count — 7,6k
[ ♡ previous part. ] — [ ♡ next part. ]
Nobody liked the ending of things. Everyone liked beginning something believing or hoping it would help them reach a specific place. Still, that certainty stops once you get the spot you only dreamt about.
Endings were never your think. Everyone liked beginnings, it meant starting on a dream, creating hope, believing in a certain goal. But it all halts it's fairytale-like meaning when you don't know what to begin with.
High school ended in less than eight days, and you were wasting time with your girlfriends in the streets of Seoul, none of you with any ambitions for the future. All you could think of was which bars to sneak into and how to convince a tired convenience store employee on midnight duty to give you a pack of cigarettes for cheaper.
Uncertainty scared you, but it was so damn frustrating to find a career path that suited you. You weren’t the smartest in class, you hated numbers, you were far from the most athletic, and frankly speaking, you hated studying in general. No one was going to accept a student with a bad rep anyway, even though most of the bad doings were done by your friends, you were just merely a bystander.
But what will you become if you cannot find the right path in time?
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PAY THE PRICE — 58. a second try
previous — master list — next
notes ; WE ARE FINALLY HERE. i can’t tell if it feels rushed but atp idec i’m just trying to get this out 😭✌🏽 POP DA MF APPLE JUICE GET THE FRICKING FIRE WORKS WE ARE GETTING LIT.
BONUS — 570 wc, just a little fun extra that i felt like writing 🫰🏽
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accidents. mark lee
01. if i die, y’all know why
notes. ahhh finally i’m so excited to start this story! i’ve been really nervous to post this, but here we go! hope y’all enjoy it! <3
taglist. open! @mmjhh1998 @haluenx @urlocalbeaner5 @cloudmrk
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ride or die. l.jn smau
022 — i promise.
notes; i disappeared again oops! anywyas this smau is like literally 3 chapters away from being finished im gonna cry i rlly wanna start my mark smau rn im so impatient
taglist — open! @jenohyun @jirsungs @do-you-remember-summer-127 @ddolbyong @stqrgr7 @thatsatricky1 @sunghoonsgfreal @nattan127 @ssweetreveries @flamingi @chenlesfavorite @peterm4rker @snoopyjimin @akunoeyebrows @junviadinho @slayhaechan @f6llsun @multifandomania @cookiehaos @catecita @mrsjohnnysuh @luv4jeno @hyuckies18 @dreamiestay @tangerinelovelees @jjaegyeom @https-yeonjun @nanaxwi @yukisroom97 @nosungluv @mrkleelvr @neocrashed @jaedgemental @apolloxxivmin @kyubing @catdonut657 @dudekiss3r @juyeonshour @hamjwis @antifrggile @mmjhh1998 @thegracerammy @jenocity23 @honeynanamin @bluedbliss @lampcults @yyangj3lly
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[ Simon says ]
mark x f!reader | best friend's sister au | university au
INTRO: You grew up with Mark, your older brother’s best friend—always there, always by your side, but never really seeing you. Not like that. For years, you watched him from the sidelines, hidden behind your feelings. But something shifted when you both ended up at the same university. You’d grown up, and so had he. Suddenly, he was no longer the untouchable figure in your life. He noticed you in a way that made your heart race, and so, a game began.
warnings. Slightly suggestive
Lowkey inspired by: Simon says by YC Banks
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You don’t remember a day when Mark wasn’t part of your world. Your older brother’s best friend was practically a permanent fixture in your life—he was there at every family barbecue, every holiday, and every lazy Saturday when Haechan and Mark would commandeer the living room for video game marathons.
For as long as you could remember, he’d been part of the scenery, someone you thought you’d never look at differently. But somewhere along the way, your feelings shifted—quietly, but all at once.
You realized it that Christmas when you were barely a teenager. You weren’t old enough to fully understand the flutter in your chest when Mark smiled at you, but you knew it was different. That day, he’d spent hours in the snow with your family, helping your dad untangle lights and laughing as your brother pelted him with snowballs. You’d stayed inside by the window, watching from a distance.
And then there was that moment—he walked in, brushing snow from his dark hair, cheeks flushed from the cold, and he caught your gaze.
“What?” he asked, tilting his head slightly with a grin.
You shook your head, feeling your face heat up. “Nothing.”
But it wasn’t nothing. It was everything.
You didn’t know how to handle it at first. You were young, awkward, and caught somewhere between growing up and staying the same. Mark was older, confident, and so completely out of reach.
In your mind, he was untouchable. He was your brother’s best friend, practically family, and there was no way he’d ever see you as more than the kid sister who trailed after them when she wasn’t supposed to. So, you tucked your feelings away, like folded letters you’d never send.
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In your defenses you did try to get over him but Mark had always been there—a steady presence in your life. He was there when you had your first heartbreak, offering a kind smile and a joking, “Want me to beat him up?” He was there when you aced your finals, cheering louder than even your own brother. And he was there in the quiet moments too—helping you carry groceries inside, draping his jacket over your shoulders when you forgot yours, and teasing you with a warmth that always felt more affectionate than annoying.
But as much as he was there, he never really saw you. Not in the way you wanted him to.
The years passed, and somewhere along the way, everything shifted. You got into the same university as him and Haechan, and suddenly, Mark wasn’t just a constant in the background—he was everywhere. Classes, dorm hangouts, campus events. The spaces you used to watch him from felt smaller, closer.
And you weren’t the same person anymore. You had grown up. Gone were the awkward teenage years, replaced with a quiet confidence you’d never had before. People noticed, and for the first time, the attention was on you.
“You’re, like, a campus crush now” Jisung —your best friend, teased one afternoon, sprawled out on your bed with his phone in hand.
“Stop” you groaned, throwing a pillow at him.
He dodged it effortlessly, laughing. “I’m serious! You’ve got guys from the music department asking me if you’re single. It’s wild.”
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t deny that you liked the attention—especially when Mark was around to see it.
At first, it seemed like nothing more than coincidence. Mark and Haechan would “accidentally” show up wherever you were. A guy from your economics class walked you to the library once, only for Mark to appear out of nowhere, his tone casually cutting but firm as he said, “We’re late for dinner.”
You frowned after the guy left. “Seriously, Mark?”
“What?” he asked, feigning innocence.
“You and Haechan are acting like bodyguards. It’s ridiculous.”
He gave you a look—one that made your stomach twist. “We’re just looking out for you.”
“I don’t need looking after” you said, folding your arms. “I’m not a kid anymore”
His jaw tightened slightly. For a moment, he just stared at you, and you thought you saw something flicker in his expression—something that made your heart race. But he just sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Yeah. I know.”
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Still, you couldn’t shake the feeling that things had changed between you. He wasn’t just watching anymore; he was noticing.
But you didn’t want to wait for Mark to figure out how he felt. So, you did something bold. You started leaving him notes—anonymous and playful.
The first one was simple. A small folded square slipped into his backpack while he wasn’t looking.
“Simon says, don’t forget to smile today.”
You watched from across the library as he unfolded it, his lips twitching upward in a small, private smile.
The second note came a week later, tucked under his coffee cup while he went to the bathroom.
“Simon says, meet me at the library at 6. Third floor, back corner.”
You stayed hidden behind the shelves, watching as he sat in the designated spot, confused when no one showed up. That night, you left another note in his bag.
“Good things come to those who wait.”
The notes became a game—a way to say what you couldn’t say out loud. One day, you taped one to the inside of his locker at the gym:
“Simon says, stop looking at your phone during workouts. Eyes forward, baby.”
Later, after he found it, he looked around, as if searching for someone. You could see the smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, the way his curiosity was growing but also his frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. He wanted to know who was behind the notes, but you weren’t ready to reveal yourself. Not yet.
But deep down, you were dying to know what he thought. What he felt. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was starting to piece it together, or if the notes were just making things more confusing for him.
One evening, after you’d rejected yet another guy and Mark had stepped in to "rescue" you as usual, the two of you went out for ice cream. It was a casual hangout, the kind you’d had a million times before—joking, laughing, sharing silly stories. But tonight, something felt different. Mark was quieter than usual, his usual laid-back demeanor replaced with an odd tension.
“Everything okay?” you asked, breaking the silence as you took a bite of your ice cream. You couldn’t help but notice the way he was staring into his cup, his expression unreadable.
Mark glanced up at you, his eyes almost too intense. “You know I’ve been getting notes, right?”
You froze, feeling your heartbeat quicken. “Notes? From who?” You feigned innocence, but inside, your mind was racing. He couldn’t have figured it out, could he?
He sighed, the frustration in his voice evident now. “I don’t know. But it’s driving me insane.” He shifted in his seat, looking uncomfortable. “They’re just little things... ‘Simon says’ this, ‘Simon says’ that.”
You looked down at your ice cream, not trusting yourself to look him in the eye. “Maybe it’s just a joke. Someone messing with you.”
Mark shook his head, his eyes hardening a little. “It’s not a joke, Y/N. I feel like... it’s like someone’s trying to send me a message”
You swallowed, wondering how much more of this you could handle. But you didn’t say anything. You didn’t need to. You didn’t want him to know yet.
What you didn’t know was how badly he wanted you to be the one behind the notes. Even if it meant breaking the stupid rules of his and Haechan’s friendship, even if it meant risking everything—he would have done anything to have you notice him. He wanted to be the one who could finally see you in a way no one else could.
And as much as he tried to hide it, he was desperate.
But he kept it to himself. He had to. He wasn’t sure how to handle it yet. How to tell you that, maybe, he wanted more than just friendship.
You were lost in your thoughts, too, trying to suppress the guilt building up inside you. He was so close to the truth, but you weren’t ready to break your own walls down just yet.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mark let out a heavy breath. “I just... need to know who’s doing this. It’s messing with my head.”
But neither of you said anything more, both of you silently acknowledging that there were too many unspoken things between you now. The game had changed. And neither of you were ready to admit what that meant.
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It was Mark who made the next and final move. You found his response waiting for you on the table he always sits in the library, scrawled on the back of one of your notes:
“Enough games. Meet me at Jeno’s party—upstairs, second door on the left.”
The night of the party, you stood in front of your mirror, smoothing down the black dress you’d picked out. It clung to you in all the right ways, paired perfectly with the soft curls falling over your shoulders. Beneath it all, a matching lingerie set hugged your skin—a quiet hope for what the night might hold.
The party was already packed when you arrived, the bass of the music thrumming through the walls. You weaved through the crowd, ignoring the lingering stares as you made your way upstairs.
When you reached the second door on the left, you hesitated for a moment before turning the handle.
Inside, Mark was sitting on the edge of the bed, his phone in hand. When he looked up and saw you, his expression shifted—confusion, realization, and something else you couldn’t quite name.
“It was you" he said, standing slowly.
You nodded, your heart pounding. “It was me.”
“It all makes sense now" he murmured, his eyes sweeping over you. “The notes. The games. You’ve been driving me insane.”
“I know… I just wanted you to notice me as more than Haechan’s sister.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” he asked, a hint of frustration in his voice.
“I—” You didn’t know what to say. “You’re my brother’s best friend, Mark. You’ve always been untouchable.”
He let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “Untouchable? Do you even know what it’s been like watching you these past few years? You’re all I see. I had to restrain myself not to get too close.”
Your heart pounded in your chest. “What?”
He stepped closer, his voice softer now, but the intensity in his eyes was undeniable. “I watched you grow into someone incredible, and it’s been driving me crazy trying to keep my distance.”
You looked at him, barely able to breathe. The game had always been fun, but now everything felt real—too real.
“Simon says, stop wasting time" you said softly, your voice laced with desire as you stepped closer.
And that was all it took.
Mark closed the distance between you, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that was anything but gentle. The taste of him, the heat, the urgency—it was like a storm had broken free between the two of you.
As you pulled back, his breath was heavy, his hands gripping your waist. His voice was low and commanding, sending a shiver down your spine. “Simon says, get on the bed.”
Your breath caught as you obeyed, feeling the electrifying thrill of the game intensify. Mark stood over you, his eyes dark with desire. He leaned down, his hands braced on either side of you.
“Simon says, keep your eyes on me.”
You obeyed without hesitation, your gaze locked with his. The world outside the room felt distant now, the only thing that mattered was the electric charge between you two. His lips curled into a smirk, knowing full well what kind of power he had in this moment.
“Simon says, don’t move. Don’t make a sound.”
The room was charged with tension as you stayed perfectly still, your breath shallow, your heart racing. Mark’s presence consumed you, and you could tell he was savoring every second of this moment. It wasn’t just a game anymore; it was a way for him to take control and show you what he’d been holding back all this time.
With every command, you felt your body respond instinctively. He was unraveling you in the best way possible, pushing you to the edge with each whispered order.
Then, Mark leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered in a voice that was as much a promise as it was an order, “Simon says... you’re mine tonight.”
And with those words, the game was no longer about control—it was about surrender.
That night, the game you’d started with those notes found its climax. But this time, Mark was the one giving instructions—and you were more than happy to follow.
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ride or die. l.jn smau
018 — for her, i am.
(a/n: u might wanna grab some popcorn for this one.)
JENO POV
“i know who leaked my secret.”
he had said it so quickly that he forgot the words had even come from his mouth.
jaemin stares at him, eyes wide in a mix of shock and weirdly, sadness.
but then jeno realises why. he had let jaemin be bullied, staying silent as all of his friends attacked him. he had done nothing.
jaemin didn’t care that jeno knew who it was, he didn’t care who had ruined jeno’s life, because jeno had ruined his. he thought that jeno thought it was him, he had assumed that’s why jeno did nothing, out of hatred, out of anger. but now, now it made no sense. jeno was meant to be his bestfriend.
jeno became angry at the thought. not at jaemin, but at himself. and he hadn’t even explained to him the whole story yet, he hadn’t even told him who it was.
jaemin spoke first after their silence.
“you better start explaining.” jaemin says, and rightfully so. jeno feels as if he should had done the explaining a while ago, he wanted to. but it all happened too quick. he never got the chance.
he doesn’t know why, but he feels like jaemin and him aren’t going to be the same after this. not after what he’s about to tell him.
jaemin grows inpatient, angry even.
“come on, jeno, im not gonna sit here and wait for the fucking grass to grow!!”
jeno says nothing still, and this only makes jaemin’s anger worsen. but he just doesn’t know what to say, how to word the sentence that will ruin their friendship.
“WHO WAS IT JENO?” jaemins grabbing his shirt at this point, and there’s nothing he can do but close his eyes and take it. “WHO WAS IT YOU HAD TO PROTECT SO MUCH TO THE POINT WHERE YOU HAD TO LET ME GET PUSHED AROUND, HUH? WHO SPILLED YOUR FUCKING SECRET, WHO DID YOU FEEL WAS SO SPECIAL TO YOU THAT YOU COULDNT SAY ANYTHING TO ANYONE?!! WHO WAS IT, JENO?! WHO W-“
jeno’s heart races. his fists clench. his arms tense.
he snaps.
“IT WAS ME!”
jaemin stills.
he lets go of jeno’s shirt.
his eyes never divert from his, his last breath never leaving. they both stand in the apartment lobby, the cold air of outside, breezing through the window, half cracked open, the distant buzz of the vending machine whirring in the corner and the deep hue of the midnight sky absorbing the light from around them.
they’re silent, they’re still.
neither of them dare to speak.
until jeno notices jaemins face.
it’s not anger, it’s not sadness. it’s pity.
“it was me.” jeno’s voice is lower now. “i leaked my own identity.” he looks at the floor, in both solemnity and shame.
“why?” jaemin asks. “why would you do that to yourself?”
“i didn’t know it would spread so fast. i posted it on an anonymous account before my race. i wasn’t expecting it to be spread so quick, let alone on national news. i thought it would be slow, i was going to tell you, i was going to tell everyone. i had decided i didn’t want to be samo anymore. but the speed of it all… i wasn’t ready yet, i hadn’t prepared yet, i hadn’t told her.”
jaemin stills at the mention of you.
“so that’s why.”
jeno nods.
“you’re an idiot.” jaemin says, throwing jeno’s words back at him.
but jeno isn’t laughing.
“for her, i am.”
that’s where he realises the gravity of it all. that both of their deception had all come down to the route of one thing, of one person.
you.
jeno continues. “do you know what she told me when we first got into that fake relationship?”
jaemin shakes his head.
“she told me that she didn’t understand why i liked living as samo more than jeno. and usually, i did. i loved living as samo, it was the only time that i was able to really be myself. but when she came along, i realised something. i realised that i didn’t want to be samo anymore, i wanted to be the person that she knew. technically, she knew samo, yes. but it was me, as jeno, that she truly knew. and when she told me that i should just live as jeno, avoid all the public attention and just go outside without a mask, i realised that she was right, that that’s who i wanted to be. i wanted to be me, because of her. so when she told chenle who i was, i should have been mad, i should have been pissed. but, truly? i was relieved. she had done the first step of my journey herself, i could break off the deal. i could explain that i didn’t care about it anymore. i could explain that i wanted to date her for real. but i didn’t do any of that. i was still angry, i was angry at the reason why she had told chenle. he ruined it all. i couldn’t explain it to her, what i really wanted. because she liked him. and it only confirmed my suspicions when i found that stupid fuckers hoodi-“
jeno realised he had be talking for too long when jaemin began to smile.
“oh man i’ve been waiting for you to say that for the longest time, that you want to be yourself.” he pulls him into a brief hug as he speaks, as if he hadn’t even heard the second half of jeno’s rant.
after a second, jaemin pulls away before stating the obvious truth of what’s staring them both in the face, “if only it wasn’t because of her.”
reality dawns on him, pushing on him like an incoming storm. “im sorry jaemin, but ive made up my mind.”
jaemin nods, expecting jeno to say more. but he doesn’t, he just walks to the elevator, clicking the floor to their dorm. jeno hopes that jaemin forgets all about you, that he puts his feelings for you aside. but he knows jaemin too well, he knows no matter how much he tries, jaemin will never forget you.
“you getting in?” jeno says, a smile plastered on his face.
jaemin grins back before running to the elevator to join him.
jeno was going back home.
well, he will be once he fixes things with you.
jaemin lets out a sigh, seeming deep in thought. “you sacrificed everything for her.”
jeno looks at him, an understanding of what he means by this.
“jaemin-“
“i’ll take the fall for it.” he says, a smile on his face that doesn’t reach his eyes. “you don’t have to tell them it was you yet, if you’re not ready.”
jeno panics, “i can’t let you do that. not anymore.”
“please let me.” he fidgets, watching the numbers on the elevator screen climb up, and up, and up. “it’s the most i can do.”
jeno doesn’t know what to say, just like before. so he does the easiest thing. even though he knows he shouldn’t, he does what he knows he’s going to regret.
the elevator dings to a halt.
he lets him.
a sacrifice for a sacrifice.
notes; it’s been so hard tryna keep this secret guys u have NO idea
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ride or die. l.jn smau
017 — when it comes to you.
JENO POV
in all honesty, jeno has no idea what he was going to say when he finally met face to face with jaemin. this past week he has been going over and over it in his head, each and every detail, but nothing at all makes sense. why would jaemin, his longest and closest friend, openly admit to doing something like that. jeno didn’t know whether to be angry or confused, or maybe even a little bit of both. but all he knew was that he needed to speak to him. not just for his own piece of mind, but jaemins too. there was something he needs to know too, and it’s been killing jeno that he can’t speak to his closest friend.
especially when it comes to this. especially when it comes to you.
as he sits in the apartment lobby, staring mindlessly down at his shoes, jeno can do nothing but anticipate the feeling of his gut twisting when he sees jaemin come out of the elevator. and god how it flips in his chest when he finally sees him standing there, an apologetic smile on his face.
but jeno doesn’t know why jaemin could possibly be sorry.
“hi.” jaemin says.
jeno stands. “hi.”
he can’t think of what to say, what to do. so he just lets jaemin lead the conversation.
“how are you?” jaemin asks, knowing the answer.
“been better.”
jaemin sighs, guilt ruining him.
he gets straight to it, almost pleading with him. “i wanted to tell you.” he pauses, “i wanted to tell you everything. but if i missed my opportunity…”
“opportunity?” jeno’s eyes squint in confusion. “what opportunity?”
“to tell her i like her.”
jeno freezes, every inch of his body tensing. he didn’t know what to expect from jaemin, but it definitely wasn’t this. but and as the next words leave his mouth, it all makes sense.
every piece of the puzzle that jeno has been trying to decipher finally falls into place.
“it wasn’t me who leaked your identity, jeno.”
of course it wasn’t.
the air between them thickens, becomes a fog that neither of them can see through.
jaemin continues. “i just-“
jeno can’t help it, he speaks his mind, finishing what jaemin wants to say. he knows him too well. “you just wanted her, and you thought a big act like that would make her fall for you?” jeno says, placing the final piece in its correct place. amongst all of this, all the lying, all the betrayal, it had been all because of a simple sentance.
‘you really like me that much that you wanted to ruin jeno’s career?’
that’s what you had said to chenle in that tweet where you had confronted him when you thought he was the real culprit, that’s what jaemin had foolishly misread. he thought you said it out of surprise, out of adoration. not out of disgust. he hadn’t even made it to the end of the tweet before he had made up his mind, before he decided he was going to falsely admit it was him.
“yeah… it didn’t take me long before i realised i had misread it..” jaemin laughs nervously, closer to wanting to cry than he’s ever seemed. jeno doesn’t blame him, he’s been watching him closely, every comment made from the group hurting him just as much as it had hurt jaemin.
“you’re an idiot.” jeno says. he wants to punch him, make him pay for all the worrying he had made him do, all the hours lying on his friend jungwoo’s sofa, scared about going back to his dorm, scared about going to his dads. but jaemin wasn’t the one who exposed him.
although jeno knew that all along.
“i know i am.” jaemin laughs, “but can you blame me.”
weirdly, jeno can’t. it’s you. he’s seen the way you laugh, he’s seen the way you stuck up for him despite being unsure of why. and something deep in his chest aches at the way jaemin talks about you like he shouldn’t understand. but jeno does, he understands it the most. and he hates himself for it.
because that’s what he did all this for.
he did it for you.
“jaemin.”
jaemins laugher pauses when he notices the tone of jeno’s words. he’s being serious.
“yeah?” he asks.
“there’s something i need to tell you.”
jaemins head tilts. “what is it?”
jeno takes a deep breath, deciding that if he doesn’t tell jaemin now, he fears he never will. and despite jaemins feelings, he doesn’t have a choice. he looks at him, really looks at him, searching for an ounce of uncertainty and finding way too much of it. but he has to do this, it all had to have been worth it. all of it.
so he says it.
“i know who leaked my secret.”
notes; 😆
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ride or die. l.jn smau
017 — when it comes to you.
JENO POV
in all honesty, jeno has no idea what he was going to say when he finally met face to face with jaemin. this past week he has been going over and over it in his head, each and every detail, but nothing at all makes sense. why would jaemin, his longest and closest friend, openly admit to doing something like that. jeno didn’t know whether to be angry or confused, or maybe even a little bit of both. but all he knew was that he needed to speak to him. not just for his own piece of mind, but jaemins too. there was something he needs to know too, and it’s been killing jeno that he can’t speak to his closest friend.
especially when it comes to this. especially when it comes to you.
as he sits in the apartment lobby, staring mindlessly down at his shoes, jeno can do nothing but anticipate the feeling of his gut twisting when he sees jaemin come out of the elevator. and god how it flips in his chest when he finally sees him standing there, an apologetic smile on his face.
but jeno doesn’t know why jaemin could possibly be sorry.
“hi.” jaemin says.
jeno stands. “hi.”
he can’t think of what to say, what to do. so he just lets jaemin lead the conversation.
“how are you?” jaemin asks, knowing the answer.
“been better.”
jaemin sighs, guilt ruining him.
he gets straight to it, almost pleading with him. “i wanted to tell you.” he pauses, “i wanted to tell you everything. but if i missed my opportunity…”
“opportunity?” jeno’s eyes squint in confusion. “what opportunity?”
“to tell her i like her.”
jeno freezes, every inch of his body tensing. he didn’t know what to expect from jaemin, but it definitely wasn’t this. but and as the next words leave his mouth, it all makes sense.
every piece of the puzzle that jeno has been trying to decipher finally falls into place.
“it wasn’t me who leaked your identity, jeno.”
of course it wasn’t.
the air between them thickens, becomes a fog that neither of them can see through.
jaemin continues. “i just-“
jeno can’t help it, he speaks his mind, finishing what jaemin wants to say. he knows him too well. “you just wanted her, and you thought a big act like that would make her fall for you?” jeno says, placing the final piece in its correct place. amongst all of this, all the lying, all the betrayal, it had been all because of a simple sentance.
‘you really like me that much that you wanted to ruin jeno’s career?’
that’s what you had said to chenle in that tweet where you had confronted him when you thought he was the real culprit, that’s what jaemin had foolishly misread. he thought you said it out of surprise, out of adoration. not out of disgust. he hadn’t even made it to the end of the tweet before he had made up his mind, before he decided he was going to falsely admit it was him.
“yeah… it didn’t take me long before i realised i had misread it..” jaemin laughs nervously, closer to wanting to cry than he’s ever seemed. jeno doesn’t blame him, he’s been watching him closely, every comment made from the group hurting him just as much as it had hurt jaemin.
“you’re an idiot.” jeno says. he wants to punch him, make him pay for all the worrying he had made him do, all the hours lying on his friend jungwoo’s sofa, scared about going back to his dorm, scared about going to his dads. but jaemin wasn’t the one who exposed him.
although jeno knew that all along.
“i know i am.” jaemin laughs, “but can you blame me.”
weirdly, jeno can’t. it’s you. he’s seen the way you laugh, he’s seen the way you stuck up for him despite being unsure of why. and something deep in his chest aches at the way jaemin talks about you like he shouldn’t understand. but jeno does, he understands it the most. and he hates himself for it.
because that’s what he did all this for.
he did it for you.
“jaemin.”
jaemins laugher pauses when he notices the tone of jeno’s words. he’s being serious.
“yeah?” he asks.
“there’s something i need to tell you.”
jaemins head tilts. “what is it?”
jeno takes a deep breath, deciding that if he doesn’t tell jaemin now, he fears he never will. and despite jaemins feelings, he doesn’t have a choice. he looks at him, really looks at him, searching for an ounce of uncertainty and finding way too much of it. but he has to do this, it all had to have been worth it. all of it.
so he says it.
“i know who leaked my secret.”
notes; 😆
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Anonymous asked:
hi, can i request 1, 8, 10 enemies to lovers with haechan pls?
pairing. gn!reader x haechan | genre. fluff, enemies to lovers | wc. 1.3k | warnings. none
a/n:: i’m in love with these pics… he looks so fluffy yet damn hot!
“This is the worst idea you’ve ever had,” you muttered, stepping over a protruding root as the dense forest seemed to close in around you.
Haechan groaned behind you, the crunch of leaves under his boots matching your growing irritation. “My idea? You’re the one who said, ‘Let’s go explore off the trail. It’ll be fun!’” He mimicked your voice in a singsong tone, which earned him a sharp glare over your shoulder.
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RIDE OR DIE: l.jn smau
015: #selfcare
or (if ur lazy like me)
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notes; GUESS WHOS BACKKKK!!!! if you’re still here then i appreciate u SO MUCH!! thank u to those of u who still continued to send asks and stuff whilst i was on hiatus, and if ur new to ride or die then my gosh u are lucky 💀 hope u all had a great christmas (if u celebrate) and new years!!!! im glad i can finally be back ive missed u all and ride or die (and haaland) so bad. this story still has so much left to go and i hope u enjoy it !!
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r/UberEATS 006 oh brother...
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notes casual markyn lore… ALSO HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!! :D or advanced happy new year if it isnt 2025 for u yet ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ
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