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jeonghan: yours is mine and mine is yours (aka wonwoo’s money)
Victus Tamen Lapsis
— you were a second year med student with a passion for saving lives. when doyoung called you that night in hysterics asking for help, the last thing you expected was to get roped into the mafia lifestyle and fall in love with the ring leader himself— jung jaehyun.
↣paring | jaehyun x female!oc
↣genre | mafia au, college au, med student au, smut, fluff, angst
↣words | 8.8k
warnings: semi-dark themes, talk of guns and knifes, explicit language and sexual content, character death, talk/use of drugs and alcohol, daddy kink, dirty talk, oral (m and f receiving), choking, spanking, penetrative sex, rough sex, prostitution, malpractice, swearing, stab wound, more to come as the story progresses.
— terminology: oppa- older brother ; dongsaeng- younger sibling ; gonggyeon- attack ; hyung- older brother ; woman zou ba- let’s go.
memo: the point of view’s switch as the story progresses and goes back and forth between the reader’s point of view and doyoung’s.
Waking up on a Tuesday morning to find out you’re running twenty minutes late to your intro to computer science II lecture wasn’t exactly how you were expecting your morning to go. You are a second year med school student who is minoring in computer science with your extremely dokry best friend—Kim Doyoung. You two became friends on the first day of high school, he was there through everything, he even took you to prom. As the end of senior year was approaching you two decided it would be too painful to part ways so you both applied for The University of Chicago, a uni that offered premed for you and computer science and programming for Doyoung.
You had always known you wanted to be a doctor and save lives, it just felt right. knowing that you made a difference, knowing that you were able to save someone’s loved one just lifted your spirit unlike any other occupation.
After realizing that there was no way you would make it in time to the lecture halls because of how far your dorm was, you decided to shoot Doyoung a text asking him to grab you a syllabus and to take notes. He responded with a simple okay and you shut your phone off deciding that you would head to the local cafe and spend your time there until your next lecture which wouldn’t be until noon.
You got out of bed and headed for the bathroom to take care of your personal hygiene and to tame your bed hair. After brushing and taking a shower you comb your hair and decided to leave it be. After you had finished getting dressed you wrote a sticky note and plastered it on your dormmate’s desk so she would know where you had gone just in case you never made it back. You grabbed your MacBook and shoved it into your bag then you took your phone and keys then shut the door and began walking to the overly expensive yet aesthetically pleasing coffee shop near the campus.
When arriving you gave your usual order and sat down at a table in the back next to a window. You opened your MacBook and pulled up your schedule analyzing it. After mentally cursing yourself out for picking all morning classes, you began to write out a list of things you hoped to accomplish this school year.
A few minutes into your writing a waiter came up to you and placed your drink beside your laptop. You looked up and gave them a grateful smile before returning to your work. After an hour of writing your goals you decided you had written enough and began to get ready to leave. When you had finished packing up you picked up your phone and checked for any missed calls or texts while walking towards the door, not paying much attention to your surroundings.
You saw one missed call from Doyoung, you went to hit his name and call him back but seeing as you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings you ended up slamming into a hard chest. You lost your footing and fell right onto your ass.
“Aish,” you mumbled once making contact with the ground. You heard a scoff come from above and looked up to be met with a handsome man. You could feel your face begin to heat up in embarrassment. Of course you just had to make a fool of yourself in front of an incredibly hot guy.
The man pursed his lips which allowed his dimples to be put on display before mubiling a “Watch where you’re going” before walking around you leaving you on the ground. It was now your turn to scoff, of course he was a jerk, there was no way a handsome guy like him could have a personality that matched his looks. “Asshole” you muttered under your breath before standing and exiting the cafe to head to your next class.
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Domaine de la Romanée | J.JH [M]
Genre: rich kid!au - angst, smut, slow burn-ish, pining, fluff Word count: 41.2k (i am so sorry.) Comments: ok…. i got rly engrossed in the plot and world building so i went super buckwild on this. i apologize for that. i worked on this for a whole month + 2 weeks so …. enjoy! i’d love love looove hearing some feedback! also UNEDITED. Warnings: very, very, very explicit sexual content - rough sex, choking, throat-fucking, degradation, dirty talk, oral sex, dom!jaehyun, sub!reader, overstimulation, unprotected, breeding kink | strong language, various sexual scenes, infidelity(? kinda).
Even the most pure become tainted when their eyes meet his. This was doomed from the start; you knew it was dangerous, you knew it was bad - but all those thoughts left your mind the second he made you feel good.
[ ⚠ ] This piece involves a very problematic scenario (ie. infidelity). Please note that I do not promote nor advocate it. This is a work of pure fiction, involving a plot that is compelling to read and write about. Please read the trigger warnings listed and assess if you are comfortable to proceed - I do not wish to harm or trigger anybody. Adding on, while this work of fiction features real people, I would like to remind you that how I portray them does not, in any way, correlate to how they truly act in real life - I am just using them as characters for a plot. I do not wish to defame or insult anybody, I am just here to practice my passion in writing and entertain you.
Domaine de la Romanée - Field of Romance
You eyed the roses placed within the glass vase situated in the center of the table and wondered to yourself when this monotonous gala will reach its conclusion. The Versace gown that hugs your body has already started to itch at your skin and the corset that your stylists forced you into before leaving for the jubilee eludes you from making numerous rounds to the dessert table, but your mother’s joyful grin and welcoming arms lead you to believe that the night is far from reaching its end. Unable to slouch over in your seat, all you are able to do is sit stiff against the backrest of your plush velvet chair, fingers pinched at the stem of your glass of wine, swirling the liquid of domaine de la romanée-cont.
This gala was all your mother’s proposal for her new Spring collection releasing just a few days prior, ensembles of pastel and bold colours rolling out onto the runway and fostering a flock of people to rush into your boutiques littered across the globe. Your great-great-grandmother was the founder of Decoré, established in the year 1882, and the brand overtook the fashion industry by storm, raking millions and millions of dollars into your family name. She, who passed the company down to her daughter, who passed it onto her own daughter, who passed it onto your mother, were all eager with the idea of leading their own business. Forthwith, in a few years time, it’ll be your own turn in leading this empire - and you couldn’t be more than fervent in finally having the brand in your own two hands.
Of course, your mother thinks the same, as to why this celebration doubles as a matchmaking service for you, her only child.
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see you later ★ jeong jaehyun.
jaehyun x gn!reader. hurt comfort, drabble.
wc: 533 words.
note: requested! most parasocial thing i've ever written i fear...
After the news of his enlistment, he comforts you.
“You can’t go.”
Your words come out as a whisper, though your heart’s screaming inside. The syllables that slip past your lips are laced with desperation, they are akin to thorns to Jaehyun.
He hates making you sad, truly.
“Baby…” he breathes out, swallowing back his words at the sight of you shaking your head.
You’re standing before him, the kitchen countertop separating you. Jaehyun wants to go up to you and hold you — but he knows you’d push him away. So, he watches as you hold back your tears.
“You can’t go, Jae.”
“You know I have to,” he whispers. In exasperation, he pushes back his hair, “You know if I had a choice, I wouldn’t want to.”
A squeak elicits past your mouth as you part it, followed by a choked sob. All you can feel is the clenching of your heart, and the rapid thumping of your heart against your chest as you bury your face into your hands.
“I can’t, I really can’t,” you whisper, though Jaehyun can’t hear them through the sounds of your choked sobs.
“It’s not like I’m going to die,” your boyfriend makes a pathetic attempt at lightening the situation, “It’s just the military.”
If there’s one thing Jaehyun knows how to do, it is to piss you off.
Just like that, you tear your hands away from your face. Your eyebrows are scrunched, a mixture of grief and anger written all over your face.
“Are you serious?” you mutter, trying to sound angry (and failing), “I’m going to fucking miss you, Jae.”
It takes all of him not to laugh at the sight of your furrowed eyebrows and pout. Jaehyun bites back a smile, opening his arms.
“I know,” he mumbles, “Come here, baby.”
Who were you to decline?
Before you know it, you’re sitting on his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and your face nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Soothingly, Jaehyun slips his hand inside your shirt, rubbing your back as he gently rocks you. Warmth reverberates against your skin, seeping into your soul.
“It’s hard when you’re not around,” you mumble into his neck, “I’ll really miss you.
He hums, lip slightly jutted into a pout, “It’ll be hard for me too. I’ll miss my angel.”
At the confession, you nuzzle your face further against his body, earning a happy sigh from him. He presses a kiss onto your cheek, eliciting a sigh from you, too — basking in the time you have left with him.
You’ll miss this – you’ll miss him.
“I really don’t want to say goodbye,” you mutter, pulling away to look him in the eyes.
Jaehyun sees the stray tears on your cheeks and wipes them. Then, he presses kisses onto your cheeks, your forehead, then your lips.
“Then don’t say it,” he answers. Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion.
“Hm?”
“Tell me see you later instead.”
“Oh,” your face immediately contorts into one of happy realization.
For the first time that night, your lips form into a smile. Jaehyun makes sure to stare at it long enough to burn in into memory.
With the image of you etched into memory, two years feels a little more bearable.
when the fratboy falls
fratboy!Jaehyun x tutor!reader
summary: Jaehyun is a fratboy with a notorious reputation for being a playboy, you have never heard of him. surely, he can use tutoring as an excuse to get close to you, right?
word count: 8.9k
warnings: swearing, fuckboy behavior, mentions of alcohol and weed, characters consuming alcohol, based on ages in this fic- underage drinking, mentions of sexual acts, a very brief scenario where a non-nct-fratboy verbally harasses/drunkenly flirts, confusing ages/age changes between members (just don’t think about it :)), Americanized college described (I’m American), pet names (sweetie, sweets, sweeteart) in order to avoid using y/n, uhhh I think that’s it, lmk if I missed anything!
a/n: oh my god this feels like it’s been a long time coming, I hope you all enjoy the origins of Jaehyun and Sweetheart and grow to love them even more! Feedback is appreciated!
This fic is a part of my fratboy!jaehyun universe but can be read as a stand alone fic! (it’s the origin story)
dividers from plutism <3
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You should be in a club right now, you and all your friends should be getting drinks bought for you in the flashing neon lights of a crowded room. You should be dancing like the girls in all the college movies with your hands up, tangled in your own hair, and dancing to the beat of the music pulsing through the room.
But you weren’t there! You were stuck in the godforsaken library being proactive by studying for your staggered midterms starting in two weeks. You hated your professors for giving horribly detailed study guides that actually required you to work on them this early on. It was as if they had all conspired to make them as detailed and long as possible and to make them span two weeks.
Your eyes were burning from staring at the screen in front of you, the books laid out around you had barely been touched since you found the information you needed, and your pencil was lost somewhere in the pages of your notebook where you had been taking notes. Right now, your fingers were itching to grab your phone and scroll through some sort of entertainment, but you knew you couldn’t.
You’d been doing so well studying for a good- wow, almost 3 hours, until the rowdiest group of guys came in and started making this experience even worse for you. They’d come in about half an hour ago and had been the worst examples of library goers since they took their seats two tables away from you.
“Those guys are such a pain in the ass,” your roommate, Ari, mumbled under her breath.
Your friend, Kira, shot a look in their direction and immediately rolled her eyes, “Frat guys, Nu Chi. I’m not surprised.”
You peeked over at the group of guys catching the Greek letters on various pieces of clothing worn within the group. The ‘ΝΧΤ’ was was patched onto some hats, hoodies, and t-shirts- the bright green of the letters made it easier to see. You trailed your eyes over the guys in the group. Some look like they’d just woken up, one was asleep, another two were actually studying, and one was looking right at you.
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everytime i read this i start violently SOBBING.
"jae?"
summary: jaehyun buys johnny and mark some cuervo shots. he forgets the one thing that everyone says—stay away from your phone when you're drunk. note: jaehyun finishing his undergrad thesis, johnny and mark as a support system, and a lot of swearing/profanities, really. genre: pure and raging angst | word count: 1.7k — “one bott?” johnny asked.
“sure! this one’s on me.” jaehyun, with a sheepish grin on his face, replied. his cheeks were now hinting a shade of red. fucking adorable.
so why is jaehyun suddenly ecstatic about drinking cuervo and gulping it down straight as if it was… an ordinary non-alcoholic drink?
give the guy his moment. jaehyun’s thesis-making era has finally landed in the area of responsibility. out of all the frameworks and methods to be potentially used for his study (verbatim. legendary thesis), he is anxious. as much as he wants to bag that best thesis nomination from his architecture department, the thought of just getting it at the end of the sem sounds more convincing and realistic which is, well, quite a lonely take from a former A student turned mediocre due to sudden burnout, but that’s life now for some after the unforgiving turn of events embedded in the 2020 history records.
to tl;dr, jaehyun needs a drink and to get drunk. let him be, please? he’s used to bragging about his high alcohol tolerance but his primary goal is to get shitfaced, excuse the expression. a good hangover is needed by the morning; something to make him feel human again. the world is spinning quickly, and he needed to slow time just a little bit to cue his hazy vision and low inhibitions.
so the second cuervo arrived, right? jaehyun thanked the waiter and johnny and mark couldn’t help but laugh at how he was currently losing it all. he holds the golden bottle, his eyes fixed on the shot glasses, and when he poured, the drink spilled on the table. at this point, being drunk is no longer an excuse. his eyesight has also become worst over the years. what’s up with this guy, anyway? just go get yourself a LASIK surgery (to which jaehyun would only reply via text so dryly: lol)
johnny snatched the bottle from jaehyun and poured it into their shot glasses. in this kind of scenario, one would actually tap out and advise the rest who refuse to follow, but dang!, as the younger bro always says, it seems like jaehyun needed this the most. johnny knew the stress as he has already graduated (but still chose to enroll for a master’s degree afterward because the MA sneak beside his name sounds lit!), and mark is amused by jaehyun’s clumsy state anyways.
“mark, stop laughing.”
“oh, why?” mark looked at johnny with confusion.
“because next year, bro, you’re gonna be as shitfaced as jaehyun because of your thesis! haha!”
while the two bickers, the cuervo shots were going down on jaehyun like water. as he takes the nth shot of the night, he lowers the glass slowly and stared blankly at the two of them.
mark slightly gripped the hem of johnny’s shirt to break off the banter.
then he said “yo, the fuck?”
when the both of them faced jaehyun, his eyes were bloodshot… red?
“jaehyun, are you crying?” johnny asked.
“i broke… heart.” jaehyun muttered.
“huh?”
“shit, i broke it.”
“you broke what?”
mark dumbfounded, was just staring at jaehyun. johnny kept asking who, but jaehyun just keeps on speaking in codes.
“fuck, she said “i love you””
“dude... who?” mark asked. the atmosphere is getting serious as he mumbles what we can assume as his regrets. the two couldn’t really tell. at this point, jaehyun’s all over the place; incoherent.
“fuck,” jae cursed for the nth time. “i took it for fucking granted.”
“it was so exclusive. fuck, that ‘i love you’ was so exclusive.”
“fuck. fucking fool. the fuck, jae? i’m such a fucking headass.”
and bratatatat he goes. the other two gentlemen were listening attentively, hoping he’d spill a name or a clue of who he was referring to. but nothing comes out. as if jaehyun was stuck at the moment when the person said “i love you” to him. jaehyun was in a loop, like a broken record. and when he finally stopped blabbering and took another shot, his face was already on the table, and with eyes closed, he fell into a deep slumber.
and god, his position looks so uncomfortable. his arms were just hanging and flanging into the air. the younger noticed his state, so he decided to put jaehyun’s arms and palms over his legs.
“dude”, mark said to johnny. “are you sure he needs it for his thesis or that thing?”
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when jaehyun woke up, mark was on his phone. johnny, on the other hand, was taking a puff from his vape that is wrapped around his neck. you know those dudes who are not so subtle about their vape life? displaying their vapes like an id, and is lit blue? strawberry-minty flavor, smells good though, in fair. but he would tell you to go away if ever you would want to try. “smoking kills!”, he would say. shoo!
“i feel like throwing up.”
“i’ll come with you. come on.” johnny offered.
they went inside the restaurant across from their al fresco space. johnny led the way toward the bathroom. the rest is history. jaehyun walked out from the bathroom stall and washed his hands and mouth. a little splash on his face was needed, too; just to sober up.
he is in fact, and indeed, sobered up; sound and with consciousness. he said “go ahead” to johnny and went back to their table. mark is texting, probably a hook-up, by now. but he never leaves the gang to give respect to the bro night. he was also curious about what happened to jaehyun, anyway.
but johnny isn’t surprised, like, at all. jaehyun is an eye candy in his university. he sure made his fair shares from time to time but the thing is, they don’t really talk about their flings and such. the pack isn’t a kiss-and-tell, the usual trashy friend group that reeks pride via body counts. and jaehyun would introduce if ever he gets in a situationship leading to commitment anyway. it’s just that mark has never seen this side of jaehyun.
but there is indeed a possibility that jaehyun has this hopeless romantic tendency given he must have watched 500 days of summer approximately 500 times by now, and still believes that summer finn is a bitch.
“drink some water”, mark handed a bottle.
“thanks.”
“so…”
johnny nudged mark. it was a signal to stop the interrogation. mark got social cues, thank god. they’ll let jaehyun spill at his own pace. the guy is still trying to recover. one of these days, he’ll remember and open up because perhaps, it did really get serious at some point.
but jaehyun opened his phone and checked his text messages. there was a message, waiting for a response sent almost ten months ago.
january 11, 2022, 01:11 am | you wrote:
home?
to which he now replied: november 10, 2022, 02:45 am | jaehyun wrote:
not yet
and i dont think ill everr be
jaehyun grabbed the half-empty cuervo and poured it into his glass. mind you, not the shot glass, the bottle itself. mark and johnny, once again, stared at each other. jaehyun poured the last bit of the golden bottle and drank it straight. he winced and his throat felt burning. he then continued typing on his phone.
october 10, 2022, 02:46 am | jaehyun wrote:
and i know it sounds tssstupid
but i think im still in love with you
not think
fuck
i am in love with you
ive always been in love with you
and i never said it
and i wish i couldve said it back whenever you say it
because fuck
you deserved to hear it so much
jaehyun was in the middle of his never-ending texts when his phone rang.
he let it ring a few times. the phone vibrating felt somehow pressuring for the guy. mark and johnny were just staring at jaehyun, waiting for his next move.
shit, it really is you.
-
jaehyun got up from his seat while gripping his phone quite tight and walked a few inches from their table, lingering on the feeling of the buzzes. he took a few deep breaths in and touched the green button.
“jaehyun? are you drunk?” he heard from the other side of the phone. “go home, please, jaehyun?”
jaehyun.
jaehyun. it’s no longer jae.
meanwhile, johnny and mark were squinting their eyes, trying to look out for the dumbstruck fool, trying to catch signals and connect the dots.
“jaehyun?”, he couldn’t breathe. it felt suffocating. “are you still there?”
“hey.”, jaehyun finally mustered up the courage to speak. “i know it’s been a while but-”
“do you need me to book you an uber, jaehyun?”
jaehyun. jaehyun. jaehyun. tears start to swell in jaehyun’s eyes. where the fuck did ‘jae’ go? he desperately wonders.
“please… please call me jae, please? love, please?”
“jaehyun…” you replied hesitantly. “times have changed.”
“just this time, please?” jaehyun desperately asked. “one last time. i just need to hear it again then i’ll go.”
the line felt silent despite the murmuring sounds of happy co-workers cheering for the weekend and the faint booming music to liven up the place. but jaehyun’s world is painted in monochrome; lonely, and lifeless.
“jae…”
“hey, love.”
“jae…”
“i’m gonna miss you so much; every single day, baby. every single day.”
“jae, jae, jae…”
hearing ‘jae’ coming from you sounds music to his ears.
and for the last time, he pretended it was just another call coming from you—those nights like this paralleled before when jaehyun refused to pick up your calls on a night out, shitfaced, while on the other line, there was you who were constantly worried on his whereabouts. but he always got home safely and always told you this:
“don’t wait for me okay?”
and then you played along.
“just go home safely, jae.”
but in a parallel universe, he wishes he ended the calls with this. and he finally said it, when it is now too late:
“i love you so much, love.”
and jaehyun heard a faint sob on the other line, just before the call abruptly ended.
-
jaehyun stared at his phone until everything became blurry and his tears flowed down his cheeks.
he opened the message app and scrolled through your thread, until he reached the last message you sent.
"home?"
but jaehyun, he was never coming home,
now that he has lost the keys along the way.