Literally The Ceo Of Having So Many Little Little Ideas But Never Really Getting Around To Writing Them..
literally the ceo of having so many little little ideas but never really getting around to writing them..
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# nct dream as your deskie
pairings: nct dream x gn!reader || wc: 3.5k || warnings: light swearing, mentions of food, dying (humour) and physical hurt (humour)
[ ⚘ ] mark:
“what’s that?” you peer over mark’s shoulder.
mark bends down lower over his notebook to conceal his writing from your sharp eyes. “nothing, just some ideas for songs.”
you gasp. “you’re writing new song lyrics?!” he nods. “lemme see.”
“no!” mark snatches the notebook away from your grasp and looks at you, affronted. you draw back, a little stunned by his reaction. usually, mark lets you see all of his lyric scribbles. it’s part of your relationship as seat partners.
your brows crease and you sit back down in your seat, staring at the open textbook in front of you. your geography teacher is going on and on about tectonic plates and whatnot, but you can’t be bothered to listen. why won’t mark let you see his lyrics this time? you glare at the words on the pages, trying to figure out reasons why he wouldn’t let you see them. you just know this is going to bother you for the rest of the day.
mark sees you pouting and feels terrible about the way he snapped. it’s not that he has anything against you, it’s just… these lyrics are really personal. too personal. he writes you a note and slides it towards you, meeting your eyes apologetically for just a second before turning back to his notebook.
you read what he’s written.
“sorry y/n, i just can’t let you see my lyrics yet. they’re… about somebody.”
you chuckle and shake your head, doubt dissipating by the second. turning back to mark, you ask, “can i know who it’s about?”
mark hesitates. he doesn’t want to keep too much information from you, so he says, “someone in our class.”
this piques your interest, and you wiggle your eyebrows at him. “oooh, who is it? is it mina? you had the hots for her last year, didn’t you? or is it donghyuck, hmm? tell me tell me tell mee-”
mark smacks his hand over your mouth because you’ve begun talking a little too loud and the people around you have started staring. you freeze and remain like that for the next minute as mark looks around warily, trying to make sure no one else has heard you, especially not the teacher.
when he takes his hand away, he’s already a blushing mess. you cock your head, expectant, but mark puts his hands on his neck, evidently embarrassed, so you’re about to tell him it’s fine when he speaks up.
“i-it’s about the person sitting next to me…”
[ ⚘ ] renjun:
renjun hands his sketchbook over to you to inspect. inside, the pages are full of beautiful drawings of all your classmates - hyunjin as a centaur, lia as a water sprite, karina as a doe, sunwoo as a vampire… the list goes on.
you hold the pages reverently in your hands, flipping through the book like it’s the only thing that can save the world.
then the teacher walks in, and all of a sudden it’s gone from your hands. renjun’s taken it back to occupy himself during class. “i wasn’t done with it,” you huff, propping your head up on your elbows as you watch him begin a drawing on a fresh page.
after lasting about three minutes with your intense gaze on him, renjun puts his pencil down and roughly pushes your face away from him to face the front of the classroom. “pay attention to the teacher.”
“speak for yourself, jun.” your voice comes out muffled because of his palm against your mouth. you grab onto his wrist and bring it down.
“the difference between us is that you actually have to pay attention during class or you’ll fail your exams. i, on the other hand, can pass them just fine on my own.”
you clutch your chest, pretending to be offended, but renjun gives you a smirk and his eyes are telling you to prove him wrong, so you turn back to the teacher in defeat.
“y’know,” you smack your lips and draw out your syllables, “if you tutored me, i wouldn’t have to-”
you catch sight of your features under a ring of gold, the halo held up by two devil horns sticking out the top of your head. “is that me?!”
“it’s not done.” renjun pushes his hair out of his eyes as he says this. “but yeah.”
“why do i have both an angel’s halo and devil horns? i mean, i understand the halo part, but the horns?” you tilt your head in confusion. “i’m a complete angel.”
renjun looks at you like you’ve gone bananas, then presses his lips into a straight line, trying to suppress the laughter that’s fighting to burst forth. “a-angel?” little giggles and short breaths leak through the dam, and you slug his arm.
“shut up. i’m not talking to you anymore.”
------------ time skip ------------
when you get back from lunch, you see that there’s a little note sticking out of your pencil case, folded neatly. you open it up, and the note is the drawing of you as an angelic devil. at the bottom, in small, messy script, renjun has written a few sentences.
“here’s your stupid portrait, dumbass. you’re a devil dressed as an angel. happy early birthday, idiot.
p.s. if you tell me to add your name onto my blank space, i will knock you out.”
[ ⚘ ] jeno:
you spread your various sticks of gum out under the table, in the shape of a fan. jeno does the same next to you. the two of you are in your seats, torsos twisted to face each other.
“i’ll give you strawberry for grape.”
“okay. i am so giving this to jaemin.”
you exchange gum flavours, you quietly celebrating at the acquisition of grape-flavoured gum, the one you’ve been addicted to for the past two days.
your math teacher drones on about vectors, and his words go in one ear and out the other. none of you are paying attention to him, because he’s the worst teacher ever and doesn’t actually help with anything, much less inspire you to like the subject.
“play a game with me.” jeno nudges you, desperate for mental stimulation. you nod, almost bored to tears by the lesson material.
“loser pays for the other’s karaoke.”
“deal.”
you decide to play apple on a stick. besides, jeno’s phone battery is already on the verge of going dead, so there’s no hope of playing pubg. “apple on a stick, making me sick, making my heart go 2-4-6…”
as you slap each other’s hands and clap as softly as possible to avoid drawing unwanted attention from the teacher, the rhythm gets faster and faster, until your hands are just a blur and you can feel the adrenaline rushing through your veins, trying to keep your mind completely focused on the game.
just as you feel you’re losing your rhythm, jeno breaks the pattern, accidentally snapping his fingers when he’s supposed to clap your hands. you squeal in excitement at the moment he loses, and he collapses onto his desk, head in his hands, but a smile peeks out from behind his palms.
“and that was it for the practice round. now for the real-” jeno laughs as you smack his shoulder indignantly.
“i won! i won fair and square, so now you have to pay for my karaoke.”
“you don’t even have anyone to go to karaoke with though?” this earns him another good punch in the side.
“hey! i have friends!” you stick your tongue out at jeno and he grins at your childish antics. “i can just invite yangyang or something.”
jeno’s face falls just slightly at the mention of yangyang’s name, but he quickly covers it up and teases you, “why? you like him or something?”
“he’s just my friend, dummy.” jeno visibly brightens at this revelation. you smirk at him, “why? do you like me or something?”
“pshhh, in your dreams, y/n,” he chuckles nervously. “fine. i’ll pay for your karaoke. but i have one condition.”
“what is it?”
“you invite me to karaoke with you.”
[ ⚘ ] haechan:
haechan takes a marker and draws a line across your table, closer to you than him.
“this is the line that separates our desks. whatever crosses this line is mine.”
you frown at him. “but you have more space than i do.”
“yeah, because i’m me, and you’re you,” he replies with a cheeky shrug of his shoulders, causing you to roll your eyes. you readjust your things to make sure none of it crosses the line, because you know in your heart that haechan means what he says, and will not hesitate to take your things if they do make their way across the boundary.
putting his feet up on his desk, haechan tips his chair back, rocking it on its two back legs. you glance at him and do a double-take. “dude, get your feet off the table! you’re gonna fall down.”
“no i won’t. just watch me-” as he says this, his cocky demeanor disappears in an instant when he accidentally loses control and slips, tilting his chair back a little too much. reacting out of instinct, haechan grabs onto the back of your chair to stabilise himself. however, just as he’s pulling himself up, your chair tilts backwards with the force he’s exerting on it, and you almost fall with it. you scream and shut your eyes, but you never do hit the floor. opening just one eye cautiously, you see that haechan has caught your chair in time, righting it with a triumphant grin.
the teacher raises her eyebrows at the both of you, asking authoritatively, “is everything alright there?” haechan gives her a reassuring smile, but this only makes the teacher even more worried. haechan isn’t exactly known for his stellar behaviour.
“don’t worry, ma’am, i was just helping y/n up.” then he turns to you and pretends to chide you, “hey, don’t tilt your chair back, you could fall.” you stare at him, a mix of disbelief and annoyance pooling in your gut. the teacher sighs and mutters something that sounds suspiciously similar to “kids these days”, before turning back to the whiteboard to write on it.
ten minutes later, haechan is already asleep on the desk, his mouth hanging open and his head resting on his hands. you notice that his elbow has crossed the barrier, and a devilish grin creeps its way up your face. payback time, you think.
taking the marker haechan used earlier, you carefully uncap it and start colouring in his elbow, turning it a wonderful bright purple. amazingly, haechan never once stirs at the strange sensation, continuing to sleep like a log.
when you’re done, you throw the marker at his head and hit his forehead. “wakey wakey, sleepyhead.”
haechan blinks confusedly, and it takes about twenty seconds for his eyes to acclimatise to the bright classroom, noticing the purple patch that has formed on his elbow. he snaps his head up to glare at you, his tongue in his cheek, but then he gives you a fake laugh and grits his teeth behind his smile. “good one. haha. very funny, y/n.”
then he snatches your pen in retaliation, putting it all the way on the other side of his desk, far away from you. trying to get it back from him, you reach across, stretching your entire upper body over to get it.
your entire body freezes up when haechan puts his arm around your waist and brings his face to your cheek. “what are you-”
haechan’s lips ghost over the skin of your cheekbone, and you feel your heart pounding in your chest, red blooming across your face. then he moves his lips to your ear, whispering, “hmm, you crossed the line. guess you’re mine now.”
[ ⚘ ] jaemin:
na jaemin. everybody’s favourite classmate. the second he walks into class, the girls are swooning and the boys are watching enviously. in their eyes, he even walks in slow-motion.
he walks up to his seat next to you and drops a pack of your favourite snack onto your desk, along with some chocolate milk. without saying anything about it, he sits down nonchalantly, proceeding to unpack his stuff. you catch his eye, looking at him gratefully, and he smiles back at you, his face radiant.
oh. so this must be why everybody loves him.
“did you finish your work yesterday? i remember you saying you had way too much to finish in one night,” jaemin says conversationally. you grin at him.
“yep. i tried really hard and actually got my stuff done for once!” you slam your stack of finished assignments onto your desk, the feeling of accomplishment already welling up in your heart.
jaemin narrows his eyes at you, “you slept late though, didn’t you?” you purse your lips and nod sheepishly, then smack him playfully.
“way to step on my moment, nana,” you reply jokingly. jaemin makes a funny face at you in response, and you laugh.
when class starts, both of you listen attentively to the teacher. unfortunately, your late night and lost hours of sleep choose to catch up to you now, and your eyelids start drooping. the teacher’s words turn into a string of meaningless noises, merely background noise to the fight between your body and mind. stay awake, stay awake, stayawakestayawakestayawake-
the world is shut out and you doze off on your desk.
------------ time skip ------------
your eyes flutter open, and for a second you just take a moment to listen to the sounds of the classroom. students chatting, chairs scraping, fans whirring. no teacher talking? ...wait a second.
you jolt upright and something slides off your table at the action, the impact startling the two other students in class. your eyes find the clock hanging on the wall. it’s already lunchtime.
“crap,” you say under your breath. “crap, i didn’t take notes and mrs. watson might have talked about the exams coming up, what happens if i missed it all? oh no, oh no, oh no-”
looking around in a frenzy, your gaze lands on the sandwich and your notebook on your desk. your notebook is open, its pages filled with all the lesson’s notes in jaemin’s handwriting. at the bottom corner of the final page, jaemin has written, “here’s a sandwich for lunch! i took notes for you, i hope you don’t mind. >~<”
the notes are colour-coded and superbly neat. you exhale sharply, nodding subconsciously as you attempt to wrap your head around the fact that jaemin is this nice. the corner of your lips turn up and you start unwrapping the sandwich. it is then that you realise that draped around your shoulders is jaemin’s jacket, and you pull the collar closer to your face, inhaling his scent.
“...stupid, dreamy jaemin.”
[ ⚘ ] chenle:
“what’s up, y/n?” chenle dumps the bag of snacks he brings to school everyday onto your desk. the snack bag is literally bigger than his actual school bag, and it is filled to the brim with a myriad of snacks. candy, crisps, chocolate - you name it, he’s got it. it’s the goldmine.
of course, one of the benefits of being chenle’s deskie is sharing these treats. even when the lesson starts, the two of you are munching your way through the bag, hiding the packets under the table. there’s even a make-shift bin tied to the leg of your table; a plastic bag to hold the discarded wrappers.
however, one of the drawbacks of eating during class is that there is a constant need to hide the fact that you are eating. chewing without seeming like your mouth is moving, never letting the teacher see the food enter your mouth, and the hardest of all - chewing quietly.
chenle passes you a bag of potato crisps, and you gladly accept, opening it with a practised motion. the crinkle of the plastic packaging is barely heard by the class because of the thick woollen jacket chenle has draped over it, creating some sort of soundproofing material. perfect for drowning out louder sounds.
he takes one chip and stuffs it in his mouth, so lightning quick that no one would ever see the crisp in his hand. then comes the hard part - he chews so slowly that the chip is crushed softly. somehow. “pfft, i could do better,” you smirk, hands already reaching for a chip yourself.
the moment it’s placed into your mouth, you make eye contact with chenle and hold his gaze. the two of you chew like sloths, each trying to outdo the other at chewing softly. soon the giggles start trickling out of his lips, and your eyes curve into little crescents, trying not to follow suit. but holding in your laughter is a lot harder when you’re staring at someone who is also trying not to laugh, so the two of you burst out laughing, howls and guffaws piercing the heavy air of the classroom.
when the teacher turns her ferocious gaze on you, you know that you’re in for a ride.
------------ time skip ------------
“hey, what are we supposed to do? i wasn’t paying attention while she was lecturing us,” chenle asks softly, his elbow touching yours as you both stare at the piece of blank paper in front of you.
“she asked us to write ‘i will not eat during class, nor disturb my classmates during lesson time’ a hundred times.” your voice is flat and emotionless, evidence of your boredom.
“ew.”
“i know.”
you start on your lines, writing until your palm is sweaty and your wrist is sore. chenle does too, but gets distracted by the snack bag, which was miraculously not confiscated. thank chenle’s honey tongue for that.
“hey, your favourite snack!” chenle waves the packet in front of you, and the bright colouring effectively attracts your attention.
making grabby hands at the bag, you look at the snack with hearts in your eyes, saying, “oooh, gimme gimme!”
he holds it high above him, teasing, “nope. you can’t have this unless you promise me something.”
“that’s bribery,” you frown, but your want for the snack outweighs your pride. “...what do you want?”
chenle smiles sweetly at you. “come with me to prom at the end of the year?”
[ ⚘ ] jisung:
jisung slides into the seat next to yours, his almost empty canvas bag swinging from one shoulder and his hoodie hanging loosely off his body. he looks at you and smiles bashfully, “hey, can i borrow a pencil? i forgot to bring my pencil case.”
you roll your eyes in amusement and chuckle, “it’s the third time this week, sung.”
“i know, i know, i’m sorry. i promise i’ll make it up to you,” he says hopefully, looking at you with puppy eyes. you stifle your giggles and hand him a pencil, at which he beams at you.
sentence after sentence comes tumbling out of the teacher’s mouth, explanations about the phenomena of cell division and how it happens echoing around the room. jisung’s hood is up, covering his messy hair, and his hand is constantly in motion, pencil flicking across the paper with incredible speed.
“you’re actually paying attention for once?” you ask, incredulous. you can’t believe jisung is listening to the teacher, let alone taking notes so diligently. when he doesn’t respond to your quip, however, you realise he’s not taking notes at all.
you stare at the pages of his notebook. they are filled with jisung’s terrible handwriting, the words he has scribbled basically illegible. you can make out one or two words, but they don’t make any sense, nor are they related to the lesson at all. words like “waffles”, “chicken”, “games” and “boring” are highlighted, showing just how far jisung’s mind is from here. tiny doodles of stick men wearing funny outfits adorn the borders of each page, some of them even with funky hair.
you smile unconsciously, thinking about how very jisung it is of him to do that. then you turn your head back to the front and let all thoughts leave your mind, staring blankly at the whiteboard, words nothing but white noise to you.
“psst, y/n. y/n. y/n?”
“huh?” shaken out of your reverie, you blink at jisung, bemused.
he sighs and says, “sorry, thought you were dead there for a second.” you smile half-heartedly.
“well, maybe i am. on the inside.”
jisung snickers and he reaches up to his ears, which are also hidden by his hood. when his hand comes back down, it is holding a single earpod. jisung motions for you to take it.
“you’ve been listening to music all this time?!” jisung gives you a small nod as you place the earbud in your ear. “without me?!?”
jisung puts a finger on your lips, which shuts you up immediately. “just listen.”
you listen to music together for the rest of the day. (his music is good.)
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