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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞

nonidol!chenle x fem!reader

premise. you and chenle fell hard and fast. but chenle’s been hiding something from you, and he’ll try his damnedest to keep it that way. but no matter how hard he may try, the truth always finds a way to be revealed. and that just may cost him everything.

genre. not exactly slow burn, fluff, angst!!, s2l, arranged marriage au later, college basketball star!chenle, richkid!chenle problems, college au, theaterkid!reader

warnings. ANGST, fluff, low-key cheating-ish?, chenle embodies down bad, reader tries and fails to resist, flirting and innuendos asf (it’s chenle, cmon), kissing+making out (like one scene), cursing/swearing, chenle is kinda smooth asf, did I say ANGST yet?, angst, panic

word count. 24.2k (heh)

permanent taglist: @tayunji @im-a-big-mess @justanotherkpopstanlol @johlee @frickyratz @liamsholygrail @staysstrays @w3bqrl @y3jiishot

taglist: @j4eminie777 @jenosbliss @hibernatinghamster @user103843 @watermelonlee05

a/n: i speedran this fic and i am in shambles. i hope u all enjoy tho! pls pls pLs help a girl out and reblog, comment, or even send asks abt the fic! pls spread the word if u do enjoy reading this. it would mean the world to me <3

also huge thank you to @tayunji for being my sanity check and letting me live word count dump on her (and for always sending kind words, even if she angst cancels me 🤡)

You remembered the exact day you met Zhong Chenle.

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This is written so beautifully!!😫

launch | mark lee

word count: 25,916 (yikes)

genre: astronaut!au, 1960′s au, angst, fluff, some suggestive content but nothing too crazy, adventure, husband!au, father!au

warnings: death, near death experiences, a lot of crying, emotional baggage

author’s note: hi again!! so im back with a new fic!!i wanna start off by saying that this fic is not meant to belittle anyone’s accomplishments, even though it is based on real events this work is pure fiction, and should be taken as such. I hope you guys like this fic and i know its very long so if you get to the end just know that i love haha thank you!! also, its very possible that tublr will crash if this is opened n mobile so im sorry about that

synopsis: ever since he was a young boy, mark’s dream was to be the first man on the moon. along his journey to accomplish his dream, he finds there are many hardships would have to face in order to succesfully complete his mission and come back home to the love of his life.

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sugar and salt: the game of trust ;; lmk

pairing: mark lee x fem! reader genre: dystopian, sci-fi, survival ; action, angst wc: 12k (12.941) warnings: mentions of death and near-death experiences, gore, the criminal law works differently in this universe because i simply said so! a/n: this story is very briefly inspired by squid game and the hunger games! also thank you to izzy @decembermoonskz and nur @y0imyas for the advice with the banner haha ily taglist: @ontothe–next​

THIS FIC IS A PART OF THE GAME OF SURVIVAL COLLAB HOSTED BY TOFFEE @neo-shitty ! thank you for hosting this collab, I had a lot of fun with this <3

in a game of trust, you and mark lee compete for 1 million dollars- just the right amount of money that could solve all of your problems. the rules of the game are simple: after completing three challenges, all carefully crafted to test your trust with your partner, the team that trusts each other completely, wins. you think you’ve got it all under your control and there’s no way you and mark aren’t the best candidates, however, you find out you’ve been wrong. because you know what they say– don’t trust everything you see. even salt looks like sugar.

Staring out the window, seeing nothing but a dark cast of shadows of the night behind the glass, your body jolts up and down in the seat so smoothly you almost think the bus is not moving on the road, but is rather levitating along the street. The whole setting looks almost futuristic– you’ve never seen anything like it. 

The bus seeps into your senses in a dark blue color, pearl-white seats settled one after another on the blue floor, pairs of people sitting in every single one, not one seat left empty and vacant. Everyone’s wearing dark-blue jumpsuits with a golden logo embroidered onto the right chest pocket, four words burning into your eyes with a sense of strange uncertainty. The game of trust; gold on blue, almost royal-like combination decorating your uniform, much like everyone else’s in here. It gives the whole process a deep sense of solidarity. You’re all on the same level here. It doesn’t matter what background you come from. Nobody ever asked, after all.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY XIAOJUN! ♡

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JAEMIN — 230810 ENDING FAIRY @ MCOUNTDOWN

no longer human — n.jm

description. in which you plunged face first into the horrors of a world left abandoned for three centuries in search of your only friend, na jaemin, wondering how you’d fare in a world where the species perched on top of the food chain were no longer human.

pairings. na jaemin x gender-neutral reader

genre.  angst, post-apocalyptic!au, dystopian!au, childhood friends!au, best friends!au

warnings. mentions of bullying, mentions of injuries, graphic descriptions of violence, character death(s), swearing, non-sexual nudity, mutual pining, mentions of loss of weight and gradual decline of health. reader’s discretion is heavily advised.

word count. 30k

playlist. no longer human.

notes. this is long overdue and i’m really sorry. this was just hard to tackle alongside a freaking law subject i had a million readings for. belated happy birthday, new year, and valentine’s, allex! good luck with school and your 348209382 orgs! ily :] @hannie-dul-set | taglist: @baekybaeky @jccv @taem-min @doiefy @tyongishs @rae-blogging @cavaree​

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birthday boy 🩷

HBD to our sunshine!!🥰☀️

HAECHAN — SUDSAPDA INTERVIEW

NCT ALBUM & CONCERT PLAN

June

- NCT DREAM Seoul Encore Concert <THE DREAM SHOW2: In YOUR DREAM>

- Start of pre-release promotions for DREAM's 3rd full-length album

- WayV fanmeeting tour <2023 WayV Fanmeeting Tour [Phantom]>

- Release of Taeyong's solo mini-album <SHALALA>

July

- NCT 127 7th Anniversary Fanmeeting

- NCT DREAM South America Tour <THE DREAM SHOW2: In YOUR DREAM>

- Release of NCT DREAM 3rd full-length album

- WayV Fanmeeting Tour <2023 WayV Fanmeeting Tour [Phantom]>

August

- NCT 4th full-length album

- NCT full group concert <NCT NATION>

September

- NCT full group concert <NCT NATION>

- Start of pre-release promotions for NCT 127's 5th full-length album

October

- Release of NCT 127's 5th full-length album

- Start of pre-release promotions for WayV's 2nd full-length album (expected)

- Release of WayV's 2nd full-length album (expected)

November

- NCT 127 NEW CONCERT

- NCT DREAM Mini Album (expected)

- WayV China Showcase Tour (expected)

December

- NCT 127 Special Album (expected)

Translated by NCTDAOYlNG

Remember who checks on you when you get quiet, those are your people.

I would post more, but the screams that were coming out of my mouth were embarrassing 😞🥰

sorry your boyfriend got drafted to nct. yeah he's on a videocall barking at fans right now. no one knows if he'll ever appear on a music video. sorry

Chapter 1: Post Mortem

Pairing: y/n x Haechan

Themes: angst, fluff, suspense(?)

Warnings: swearing, zombies, blood, violence, death, virus, illness, anxiety attack, mentions of abusive family

Words: 8k

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Finale

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Inspiration from @2-cute-4-school and her story called ‘Evanescent’. Honestly it is such a brilliant read and I would definitely recommend all of her work, she is an amazing writer! I honestly cannot thank her enough for letting me use it as a starting point xx

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The apocalypse didn’t happen quickly. It wasn’t the kind of thing that you see in movies where one person gets infected and within half an hour every step becomes a fight for your life. No, this was different, slower. Almost like a video game has levels, this has stages. The virus mutated, grew and infected more and more people until one day you woke up and your life had turned upside down.  It took three months for your life to fall to pieces.

The virus broke out on a Thursday. It was just another day in high school, senior year and you walked through the gates to meet your friends like you always did. As usual they were all gathered by your lockers waiting for you to arrive.

“Y/n! You took your time today.” Renjun, your best friend since childhood, noticed. Your relationship was almost textbook, you know, the stereotypical kind you would see in movies. Boy moves across the street from girl, boy and girl meet, boy and girl are in the same classes, boy and girl become friends, boy and girl grow up together. Honestly, he knows more about you than you're willing to admit. But you will always trust him with everything.

‘Clocking me in and out are you Jun?’ You asked, raising an eyebrow.

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What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

but you killed everyone else around you too. 

how do you tell someone “i’m not ignoring you i’m just disconnected from reality right now and the days are all blurred together and i feel completely apathetic towards everyone/everything around me so it’s really hard for me to maintain a conversation” without saying that

Bro I’m crying😭😭

charmolypi | lee donghyuck

(n.) a mixed feeling of happiness while being sad; “joy-making sorrow”

terminally ill au

pairing | lee donghyuck (haechan) x reader

genre | kinda crack, fluff, angst

words | 14.1k

warnings | cursing, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, various illegal activities, neglect, dark themes, mental health, a bit of blood, mentions of death, jaemin is a v bad person. we all know how this ends. read with caution.

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You were 12 when Lee Haechan accidentally hit you across the head with a basketball during PE. It’s a blurry memory but you recall waking up in the nurse’s office with your head trobbing, a piece of dressing shoved up your nostril as to stop the continuous flow of blood, and a raven haired boy with an apologetic expression sitting awkwardly by the bed. There was no reason for him to stay with you for the rest of the day and take you to your classes apart from the overwhelming guilt eating him alive from inside out. You liked his presence though.

Haechan’s bag was too big and his glasses too small but he still managed to be on top of the school’s foodchain, known for his charisma and impressive ability to make people fall in love with his many talents; there wasn’t a single soul who didn’t know his name.

So, before he could apologise for the 4th time, when you asked him what his name was the boy stopped right in his tracks, having forgotten what it was like to introduce himself since there wasn’t really a necessity for that anymore. After a small pause he answered, seeing this as the start of a sincere friendship as opposed to a hard pill to swallow.

“Haechan.” You knew. “What’s yours?”

“Y/n.”

He knew.

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open sesame — ft. lee heeseung

—some doors are better left unopened.

synopsis: you are uncontrollably, helplessly, and tragically in love with your roommate, heeseung. one night, desperate to learn more about him, you sneak inside his room and discover the reason why he always seems to keep his door closed. and then you realise that some doors, no matter how tempting, are better left unopened.

⿻ title: open sesame

⿻ characters: lee heeseung (enhypen) x you

⿻ genres: romance, comedy, crack, fluff, raunchy

⿻ au(s): roommate heeseung, “you have a fat crush on your roommate and he likes to tease you about it” au

⿻ contents: hot roommate heeseung in a robe, suggestive content, mentions of sex, teasing, crack galore

⿻ warnings: swearing, lowercase intended

author’s note: this is my debut story on tumblr! i’m super excited and nervous ;-; i think i’ll continue with lots of enhypen content, so please support this if u enjoy it! :>

taglist: @wanlore @yangrden @bluesoobinnie

chapter two

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an hour or two have passed.

you’re still trapped underneath his bed.

it’s hot, but you’re not sweltering with heat—instead, you suffer in a cage of your own self-hatred and regret. to make matters worse, the more time that passes, the weirder it gets that you haven’t said anything.

you probably should have just walked out of heeseung’s room the instant he returned to the apartment.

or perhaps you shouldn’t have entered at all.

even though heeseung has left his room, you can still hear him outside in the kitchen. the present time lies in jarring contrast to your morning—you’re no longer lying in your bed, hearing heeseung outside cooking in the kitchen, wishing you could see what was on the other side of his bedroom door. right now, you’re lying on the floor underneath his bed, hearing heeseung outside cooking in the kitchen, wishing you could return inside the solace of your bedroom.

irony is a bitch.

a cold-hearted bitch, at that.

suddenly, you hear the usual melody of your apartment’s doorbell. its cheerful tune should produce a joyous effect, but you’re only filled with bewilderment. who could possibly be visiting the apartment? you listen closely, only to hear heeseung shut off the kitchen tap and slink toward the front door.

your brain begins to wrack for ideas.

has heeseung ever had company while you were home?

no, right?

then who could it be?

oh!

you hear the door open.

“hey!”

you pause.

okay, so that was definitely not a man.

you repeat: the guest is not a man.

you shut your eyes, attempting to allow your auditory senses to strengthen. it was definitely a good try, but you can’t really make out the specifics of their conversation. after all, you’re still underneath the bed and heeseung and his stupid female guest can’t be heard through these thick walls.

within the next few minutes, you manage to catch a few words here and there. however, since such words are isolated, dispersed and garbled, they’re difficult to understand–now, what the flying fuck are they saying?

the pair do manage to speak for a few minutes, though. you’re on the verge of crawling out from underneath the bed and placing an ear against the door when it suddenly opens, and in an instant, their voices are as clear as day.

in fact, their voices shoot through the air so crisply and clearly you’re afraid to even breathe.

because heeseung has re-entered his bedroom.

and now you see two pairs of feet.

what the hell?

“haven’t seen you in a while,” heeseung says casually in his god-given, egg-fertilising voice, and you meticulously examine the woman’s feet. you’re not really the greatest foot-reader in the world (maybe this was the training you needed), but something tells you that this woman is young. and pretty. and attentive enough to paint her toenails a scarlet shade. jesus, who the hell even has time to paint their toenails these days? curse her.

what the hell is this pretty woman with a lot of free time doing in heeseung’s bedroom?

is this his girlfriend? friend? sister?

oh dear god, you nonsensically pray, please let it be his sister.

please. please. please.

“you’ve been too busy for me,” the girl sighs ruefully. “i’ve been waiting ages for us to link up.”

oh no.

maybe it’s not his sister.

you do not like where this is going.

heeseung chuckles.

no! why is he chuckling?

“so take off your clothes, then.”

take off—

pause.

hold up. now hold the fuck up.

he did not just say that.

your man did not just say that.

the next few seconds stretch across decades, during which you stay immobilised with horror. briefly, you consider the slim chance that you’ve misheard heeseung, but you realise you have two ears that work perfectly fine.

you heard it loud and clear.

‘so take off your clothes, then.’

he’s asking this weirdo with admittedly pretty feet to derobe. to go full nude. to wear her birthday suit. to go commando.

now… you could feign ignorance and pretend ‘so take off your clothes’ is some sort of code for something super PG13 like playing monopoly, but… that just sounds fucking stupid. and while you’re a dumbass, you’re not dumb enough to ignore the fact that there are only very few scenarios in which saying “take off your clothes” doesn’t lead to the… bow chicka wow wow.

they’re going to have sex, aren’t they?

so take off your clothes, then.

oh god.

he’s going to fuck this girl’s brains out.

knowing him and every sculpted greek god he resembles, he’ll rock her world. but the best part? you’ll witness all of it. you’re going to be there with him every step of the way.

you’ll hear every kiss.

every moan.

every grunt.

every groan.

and just because the world obviously fucking hates you, you’ll even hear all the thrusting and grinding and other motions of filthy sex simply because they’ll trigger the tiny springs inside the mattress—it’ll be impossible to miss all this when you’ll be directly underneath it all.

you’ll be underneath the bed the entire time.

the.

entire.

time.

great.

this is just fantastic.

is there any chance that you’ve misunderstood the situation?

what if the girl’s clothes are on fire and heeseung’s just trying to give her some perfectly reasonable advice? maybe he just doesn’t want her to burn to death. no sane human being would ever want another person to perish in a fiery pit, right?

heeseung’s just being the kind, altruistic man you know him to be.

at least that’s what you’re trying to tell yourself.

“sounds like you miss seeing me naked,” the satanic, weird, probably not even that cute girl giggles like some deranged demon. oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god. you hug your knees into a fetal position and desperately rock your body back and forth in an attempt to keep your sanity intact. it’s difficult not to burst into tears when you feel absolutely mortified.

please, lady, don’t take off your clothes, you beg. you barely have enough money to pay for rent let alone intensive therapy, and you know this entire ordeal is going to do absolute wonders to your mental health. you’ll probably have to start seeing a shrink.

you’re fucked.

“well, maybe i do,” heeseung chuckles with his deliciously husky voice, and you think you want to cry. or maybe you’re already crying. at this point, you don’t know if you’re drenched in sweat or tears. whatever it is, it’s wet. and soon, it’s probably not the only thing that’s going to be wet. “you look good when you’re naked.”

wow. just wow.

you’re just so pitiful, aren’t you?

you can’t believe he’s cheating on you like this.

and just when you were about to tell him your feelings!

okay, okay, maybe you weren’t ever actually going to tell him (unless of course, you had unequivocal confirmation that he does in fact feel the same way but something about what’s happening right now tells you he probably absolutely does not), but still—he’s closing the figurative door on you two.

it’s funny, isn’t it?

while you’re the one to open doors, he’s the one to close them.

you can’t believe he’s ending it now, after all you guys have been through. did all those saturday breakfasts mean nothing to him? was bacon really just bacon and not a secret symbol of his undying love for you?

you look around yourself in a desperate plight, in the midst of what you think is flirtatious muttering.

you’re trying to look for something, just something that might help you, but all you find are small particles of dust he hasn’t had the time to vacuum… and two pieces of paper which have been scrunched up into two balls.

this is just great.

you are lying amongst dust and garbage while your dream man fucks another girl right on top of you.

to prevent screaming, you lift your arm and bite into your forearm. your teeth are sharp and it painfully stings when they stab into your skin, but anything’s better than having heeseung discover his creepy peeping tom for a roommate.

you’re screwed if you make even the slightest sound.

you’re screwed if he knows you know he’s screwing someone else.

you freeze when something then moves, and you realise it’s the girl. you’re looking at their feet now, and you realise she has taken a few steps toward heeseung. their stupid little ugly ass toes are so close together and it’s your best guess that their faces are probably one lego apart by now.

oh no.

this is it.

this is the screwing part.

and it always starts with the toes.

“since my trip, i’ve gotten a lot tanner,” the girl giggles, ejecting a soft melodic laugh into the air, making it all the more sickeningly sweet to inhale. you just want to reach down her throat and grab her vocal cords. “so don’t be surprised when you see me.”

is it possible to rinse your ears out with bleach?

anything’s better than listening to this. you’d even rather listen to justin bieber’s songs. in fact, you would pay a million bucks (you know, if you had the money) to purchase a chainsaw and slice both your ears off.

to be honest, you think heeseung still wouldn’t even notice you if you had no ears.

in your head, you imagine that the girl’s hands are probably stroking heeseung’s upper arms; her dainty fingers must be caressing every shadowed line, ones which your eyes could only admire from afar. she’s probably squeezing heeseung’s bulging arm muscles between her finger pads and making memories with every curve and divot of his body.

she’s doing everything you’ve ever wanted to do.

she’s living your dream.

and you fucking hate her for it.

you hope she farts during a conference meeting and nobody believes her when she tries to blame it on the chair. you hope all of her socks are wet and that she can’t sleep at night because it’s too hot and that she wakes up with a gazillion mosquito bites she can’t help but scratch.

but most of all?

you hope her spoon slips and sinks into the bottom of a bowl of hot soup.

yeah, you said what you said.

no take backs.

you shut your eyes, and channel all your heartfelt sincerity into earnest prayers to a god. you pray for mercy with a litany of vows to be a better person. you swear that you’ve learned your lesson. you swear that you’ll be good from here on out. you make promises to be a more productive, society-contributing citizen and you promise to get your life together.

please!

you just want a way out of this.

you elicit a soft gasp when the bed above you suddenly quakes. you tremble, only to realise that the girl has bounced herself onto the edge of the bed. her legs dangle from the side. whimpering, you stare up at the wooden bed boards above you and pray that the bed breaks and crushes you to a pathetic death.

watching the girl reel her legs in until they disappear from your sight, you then conclude that she is adjusting herself on the bed. she’s lying down. she’s making herself comfortable. that bitch!

there’s some soft rustling for a moment’s breath, and you stop to listen, though soon it’s followed by a soft thud.

you glance at the floor.

clothes.

the girl has tossed clothes onto the floor.

her clothes.

a pink shirt is first to go.

and then a singlet.

and then a bra.

a fucking bra???

oh sweet mother this is really happening to you. she’s topless right now. she’s already half naked and—huh… you realise that’s actually kind of a cute bra. you briefly question where the girl bought it. you really need to stop buying all of yours from kmart. is hers from victoria secret? or maybe—

wait, what? no, stop! you need to focus.

you see a pair of shorts get tossed on the ground.

oh god.

no. no. she’s naked. no! no. no!

you can’t believe this is real.

but it is.

it’s real.

this is happening.

heeseung’s feet are pointing toward the bed, and that’s how you know that he’s staring at the naked girl. she probably looks fantastic. she probably looks like a meal ready to be devoured, and you guess that’s the reason why heeseung takes one step closer toward the bed.

his knees brush the bed frame, and with his feet so close to you, he makes you hold your breath.

he seems to halt, but soon you hear his voice.

“you couldn’t even wait for me to at least grab my tools, huh?” heeseung teases.

what.

in.

the.

actual.

fu—

tools?

TOOLS?!

what kind of fucking sex are they having? tools?! holy fuck. the world hates you. the world truly, completely, absolutely loathes you. is this because of the one time you laughed at that cursed video of those old people falling over?

you knew you shouldn’t have laughed at that.

damn. you’re a terrible person.

but are you that terrible?

what did you ever do to deserve this?

by this age, you’ve had many years to see and hear some of the most truly horrific sounds in the entire universe. the worst of the worst. heck, you’ve even been to a lil wayne concert.

but nothing will ever top this.

nothing will ever be as bad as this.

you don’t think you will ever be able to recover from this. no amount of therapy or self-journaling or number of cold showers will ever make you feel like the same person you used to be.

you used to be so naive. and carefree. and happy. and innocent.

and now?

now?

well, now—

“oh! oh, yeah, just like that—”

now. this is now.

“oh, god, that feels so good—”

so apparently, sticking your fingers in your ears and mentally screaming the loudest songs in your brain doesn’t work. where the hell is apple and their noise-cancelling airpods when you need them most?

“holy fuck, oh, oh! no one does it like you, hee—”

you.

want.

to.

kill.

yourself.

no.

this is not right.

this is not how life should be.

growing up, you’d learned all about fairy tales and disney princes. they convinced you that your life would follow the same trajectory; that happiness was a given. the formula was simple and easy—a kind-hearted girl fights through adversity and terrible people to wound up with a cute and handsome boy wrapped around her finger.

they all had their happily ever after.

so where the fuck was yours? why couldn’t you live that kind of life? what was so bad about you?

cinderella literally grew up with rats and she still managed to find prince charming.

rapunzel probably had the grossest case of dandruff and had 0 social skills and she still got a man, too!

belle literally fell in love with an animal.

ariel was a fucking singing fish!

so what the hell happened to you? where is your heart-thumping, bone-chilling romance? where are your passionate don’t-go-to-paris-and-choose-your-career-over-me kisses in the rain and i-love-you-but-i-haven’t-realised-it-yet dances on the rooftop at 3am?

your romcom is none of the romance and all of the comedy—your life is just pitifully hilarious. seriously, a clown could narrate your story.

you’re convinced there’s no light at the end of the tunnel. perhaps only a selective group of people get to experience their main character moment. you obviously will not. so far, life has thrown nothing but dog shit at you. it fucking sucks. you want a refund. you demand a refund. you want to speak to the manager in charge of all this—who the hell let this happen to you?

“s-sorry!” the girl suddenly squeaks, and you grit your teeth and glare up at the bed frame above you. is she sorry? is she really sorry? “i-i’m not normally this loud, it’s just been so long—oh… wow… oh, yes, yes, that’s the spot—!”

dog shit is an understatement. there are truly not enough words in the dictionary that could ever explain how absolutely horrifying this is.

“you’re tense.” heeseung groans. “i’ll loosen you out.”

no.

no.

no.

you can’t do this. you cannot do this. you’re tapping out. you might just crawl out from underneath this bed like some sort of demonic monster that all small children are frightened of and dash out of this room because you simply cannot do this any longer.

you toss your arm out toward the side and are ready to drag yourself across the ground when suddenly, you hear a phone ring.

oh shoot!

you immediately retract your hand and freeze, noticing that the two have also ceased their… activities.

it must be heeseung’s phone.

“aw, come on, don’t answer that,” the girl whines.

you hear some rummaging, and soon—

“hello? it’s heeseung.”

you halt, finally relishing in the still silence, barring the distant sounds of the voice on the other side of the phone.

it’s a man.

“—conditioning services. i can be there in an hour, if—”

heeseung sighs. “maybe next week. sorry, man, bad timing—” he seems to pause, “i’m… working right now.”

working?

working?

yeah, he’s working real hard to traumatise you for life.

the man on the other phone is replying. it’s difficult to make out, but you hear something something not available. your eyes widen while you begin to wonder if this means what you think this means.

conditioning services?

hour?

not available?

could it be the guy that was supposed to come to fix the heater this morning?

is he… coming in …now?

in other words, is this the sound of sweet, sweet freedom?

heeseung finally sighs again. “okay, yeah, just come over. i’ll see you soon. bye.”

oh dear god. you think you want to kiss the rain right now.

when you hear heeseung settle the phone back down on his nightstand, the girl is already complaining. “oh come on, you said you’d be free for the full hour!”

heeseung’s legs swing over the edge of the bed. you hold your breath and try to press your back as far into the wall as you possibly can, though inwardly you are prancing around like an idiot. you’re throwing yourself a party as wild as new year’s.

yes! yes! yes!

their sex session is over!

“i can’t, sarang—”

ha! you silently cackle at “sarang”. in your face!

“—but we can reschedule for tomorrow.”

//

to be continued.

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PAUBAYA CHAPTER 10: JOHNNY X READER | DOYOUNG X READER

PAUBAYA (V) - A FILIPINO WORD WHICH MEANS TO ENTRUST SOMETHING OR SOMEONE TO ANOTHER; TO GIVE SOMETHING AWAY.

Themes: angst, single parent au

TW: cheating, long chapters, slow updates (lol sorry)

Chapter 1 |  Chapter 2 |  Chapter 3 |  Chapter 4 |  Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

“You said it in a simple way, 4:00 a.m. the second day. How strange that I don’t know you at all, stumbled through the long goodbye. One last kiss, then catch your flight. Right when I was just about to fall.” - Come Back, Be Here (T. Swift)

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“Even if you gave her your cherry loop cereals?”

“Yes! I also told her she can have my banana milk but she said she doesn’t want it.”

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To Intolerant Parents...

I’m so fucking tired of parents shaming their kids for their interests. I love Kpop so much. The music and fandom makes me so happy and is my place of refuge and yet...

I will never forget when I was watching NCT Life with NCT Dream in the living room and my mom humiliated me and insulted it until I left the room, wanting to cry. I will never forget my parents’ intolerance, begging me, “please don’t do this to me” when I want to put a song on because it’s in Korean. And then when I try to defend it, I get insulted because they get defensive and try to say it’s just their opinions and that it doesn’t matter because of that.

Do you know what happened because of this? I don’t talk to my parents about Kpop, something that brings me so much joy. I don’t tell them who my favorite celebrities are and show them songs that mean something to me. I don’t tell them about the albums or lightsticks or merch I buy. I didn’t even tell them I went to the NCT 127 concert in San Jose until they called and asked how I was doing because I knew they wouldn’t care.

Insulting and humiliating your child for the things they like just causes them to hide those thing and not include you in their lives. They don’t talk to you or spend time with you because you have made it clear you don’t care. Then you wonder why your child grows distant and get upset with them when they try to explain.

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