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ayayayaya i forgot about this wip and was flooded by school work the whole day so i’m only getting this done now </3

warning/s: mentions of alcohol

dumb conversations — nct dream.

in which you’re confessing your favorite things about them.

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your absolute favorite thing about mark is his smile. the way he smiles with his whole face just brings your serotonin levels through the roof! it was one of the first things you noticed about him—and it was also one of the factors that had you falling very much in love with the boy.

“why’re you looking at me like that?” he’d laugh, ruffling his hair as you both lay on the couch in his dorm. your legs were on his lap as he traced random shapes onto the exposed skin from your ridden up sweatpants. you’d grin, leaning forward to place a ginger peck to his cheeks. you’d simply shrug, replying with a soft “i love your smile.”—he’d see how your eyes sparkle and he feels that he’d fallen in love with you all over again.

renjun was your first love. you felt like the luckiest person in the world to be the one he chose out of the many that tried to capture his heart. but the more time he spent with you, the more convinced he was that you two were soulmates. your relationship consisted of doing skin care together, random updates throughout the day about whatever you had going on, and calls that went way past regular sleeping times. so as the clock goes further and further from 12:00 am, random questions were starting to spill out of renjun’s mouth.

“what’s your favorite thing about me?” he’d ask so innocently, his eyes staring into yours as you lay your head on his chest—your fingers playing with his. you’d have to stop and think, but not even a second goes by when you realize that you deeply love renjun’s voice. he’s a little surprised by your answer, but when you explain with a large grin on your lips that hearing his voice was your favorite part of your day—he couldn’t help but pull you close and place a kiss on your head, heart full and mind at ease.

there were many things that you loved about jeno, but the most abundant one would have to be his hands. you loved the way they felt against yours, how they’d engulf your significantly smaller ones whenever he recognized that you were freezing. you didn’t mean to let that slip from your thoughts—but the moment it fell from your drunken lips, jeno can’t seem to take his eyes off you.

“mmh… so pretty,” you were hyperfixed on his hands as you twirled his fingers with yours. he found your infatuation with something that was a part of him so incredibly adorable. he knew that you wouldn’t be saying any of the things you were saying right now sober, but he was glad that the small confession came and would for sure tease you about it in the morning.

it was hard to just come up with one thing when it came to what you loved about lee haechan and truly, you wouldn’t know what to say. but one late night together confirms it for you—you loved his hair. the way it would tickle your neck if it had gotten slightly long while he was cuddled up into you, the way you could ruffle it and run your fingers through his hair as he hummed in satisfaction. it had quickly become your favorite part of him and you never failed to show it.

you hum a soft tune as you run your fingers through his current brown hair, his head was resting on your lap as the two of you talk the night away. “why do you love my hair so much?” he’d ask, his tone a joking one—but he sees the sincere love in your eyes and he’s taken aback. he can’t help but watch as you explain it to him, a small smile tugging itself onto your lips.

jaemin didn’t understand what had you so intrigued when it came to his addiction to coffee. your love language just so happened to be acts of service, so when you discovered jaemin’s rather unhealthy addiction, you were so excited to learn how he preferred his coffee in the morning.

“d’you want any sugar in this?” truthfully, you were slightly disgusted as you stared at the liquid as black as the midnight sky sitting in the pure white cup you had prepared for him. he chuckles slightly at the hesitance in your eyes, but the softness in them makes him fall for you even more. with a shake of his head, he gratefully takes the cup and nudges you to sit next to him as you both discuss about your individual schedules for the day.

one of the first things that had you falling for the bubbly boy was chenle’s loud laugh. often times, his friends would tease him for his sincere laughter—but you absolutely loved it. you found it to be the most adorable thing in the world, especially if you were the reason behind it.

“lele~ give it back!” you huff, watching as he lifts your lip gloss above his head, where he knew you couldn’t reach it. his laugh escapes his lips as a small pink tint covers your cheeks. this doesn’t go unnoticed by him though, and a spill of teasing phrases comes crashing into you as he gently hands you back your lip gloss.

jisung was very shy. you had more often than not took the initiative when it came to your relationship—which was why you absolutely adored jisung’s cheeks. may it be how cute and puffy they were or how you savored the pink that would engulf them when you would press a kiss to greet him a ‘good morning’.

“hi ‘sung.” your sleepy murmur tugs a smile onto the younger boys’ lips as you reach over to peck his cheeks. as you had expected, the boy is immediately blushing and reaching to scratch the back of his neck, his lips whispering a sweet ‘good morning, love’ right back at you.

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okay i’m so in love and this isn’t my best work, but thank you so much for 60 followers! i’m a little late but writer’s block is reaaaal.

thinkin about making this into a series where i write drabbles based off food LOL … anywaaay here’s a vv short non-idol!renjun x broke college student!reader ;p

mac and cheese — hrj.

in which you only know how to, sort of make the humble dish—mac and cheese.

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renjun didn’t know why he found himself in front of your stove, hair slicked back as he carefully watched over the pot of instant ramen noodles at nearly 2 in the morning. actually, he did. he was in the middle of trying to fall asleep when you had blown up his phone—panicking about how you burned your precious mac and cheese pack. so, with sleep hanging heavy on his eyelids, he chooses to ignore that reason and tries to focus on cooking you something to eat.

“renjuuuun, i’m sorry for waking you,” you whisper sheepishly. you knew how irritable your boyfriend could get if he were to be disturbed in his sleepy state, but to your surprise he stands there eerily calm as he switches your stove off.

you watch as he drains your noodles and neatly places it into a bowl for you to enjoy. your eyes practically turn into hearts as he sits in front of you while pushing the steaming bowl of ramen forward towards you. his eyes are drooping as he sets his chin on his hand, staring at you.

“you know you can’t cook, what the hell possessed you to cook at two in the morning?” he yawns, watching as your eyes light up at the taste of his own mac and cheese. “thish ish sho gewd!”

he can’t help but laugh as you attempt to speak with your mouth brimming with noodles, your cheeks puffing out as you stuff them full. he loved to cook for you, even now as he nearly dozes off into dreamland.

“i was working on my paper and well—i didn’t have any groceries! those things are expensive…” you murmur, gulping down the last of renjun’s delicious noodles.

he scrunches his nose as you lick at your fork, grinning widely at him, “you should still budget your money for those things, y’know?”

renjun’s heavy sigh amuses you as you syand to place the bowl into the sink, your very sleepy boyfriend standing from his position in your small kitchen.

“c’mon sleepyhead. my bed’s starting to look real comfy.”

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super short but i’m missing renjun so bad rn huhu

[1:09 am]

“are you sure you’re not cold?”

renjun’s concerned voice cuts through the silence of the night—a small cloud bursting past his lips.

your smile seems to calm his nerves, the tight squeeze you give his hand eases the wrinkle between his brows, “i’m fine, ren.”

he nods, pulling your hand into his jacket pocket nonetheless. you had refused his jacket knowing how sensitive your boyfriend was, but that only worried him a little more.

“the moon is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” his whisper brushes against your ear—it was almost inaudible, but you heard him.

“babe… that’s a street lamp.”

w.c 1.0k | fluff | college au

[ 9:16pm ] at this point in the night, its fair to say your brain is fried. if one more sentence demanded to be written about this god forsaken, lackluster topic, you'd lose your mind for sure. so, for the sake of your sanity, you close your laptop and drop your heavy head to rest in the bend of your elbow.

needless to say, renjun somehow always had more willpower than you when it came to tedious college essays; he always pushed you to your limits during study sessions. but you can tell he's burning the candle at both ends as well. he gnaws his bottom lip as his fingers glide across the lettered keys, and his eyes run laps around the same few phrases attempting to perfect them.

the combination of seeing you shove your coursework aside for enough space to halfway comfortably rest your tired eyes and the warm, drowsy ambience of the library this long after the sun has retired makes renjun muffle out a yawn, leaning back and reaching out to stretch. you open your eyes to peek up at him, letting out a sleepy chuckle when you see him fall limp against the back of his chair. he has a dull, tired gaze on the ceiling, too lazy to lean back up to continue typing.

"join the club," you hum, reaching up to close his own laptop for him. he reluctantly slumps forward with a groan, his cheek finding the solace of his soft sleeves when he rests on his folded arms.

"good plan," renjun sighs, snuggling into his sweater.

your chest feels so warm, and not just from the copious amounts of caffeine you've consumed to stay awake. renjun's cheeks remind you of peaches as he smiles into his much deserved rest, his chestnut hair tousled and hanging in front of his eyes, caught in his curly lashes. calm, even breaths lift his chest with the softest sounds and you've never felt more at peace here, your face just inches from his.

your heart tells you everything is right.

"junnie," you start quietly. he hums in response.

"i love you."

renjun’s brows furrow but his eyes don’t open. “i’m not buying you another coffee.”

you stifle a laugh. “no, stupid. that’s not what i mean.”

renjun's head shuffles up on his arm. his twinkling eyes meet yours, smiling shyly at him, and his sudden realization of this extremely close proximity makes his face hot.

he leans back up, propping his elbows on the table to hold up his already drooping posture. he rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands.

"don't mess with me like that, my brain's too tired," he whines. you giggle lightly, leaning back up yourself so you're level with him.

"i'm not joking, idiot." you retort, resting your chin in your palm. you watch amused as renjun peeps through his fingers, blinking dumbly at you.

"god, you're oblivious," you shake your head while grinning drowsily at the flustered boy, your cheeks feeling warm. the mad thumping in your chest does nothing to suppress your sudden impulsiveness. you really don't know why, but something- everything about this tender, ordinary moment studying together in the library for the millionth time- is telling you that there won't be a better one to tell him. “everyone really does know but you, huh?”

you remember the time in the café when jaemin and jeno said you should stop drooling when they caught you staring at renjun while he ordered a blueberry muffin at the counter. and the time donghyuck teased you for being so lovesick as you hastily pulled the annoyed boy all the way across campus to catch renjun before he left to visit home for the weekend. and the time when chenle and jisung scoffed at the sickeningly sappy and romantic tone of the poem you'd composed for your literature project, both knowing upon just reading the title that it was written about renjun.

“i don’t know how you’ve never noticed. i’m in love with you, jun.”

frankly, renjun doesn’t know what to say. his mind races, his heart races, he couldn't have actually heard that come from you, right? its way too good to be true. he must really be tired if he's hearing things.

but renjun's silence makes you uneasy. maybe you were wrong, maybe you shouldn't have told him. so to save a bit of dignity you laugh awkwardly at yourself, slumping back in your seat, picking at a string hanging from your sweater. suddenly you don't feel so confident.

"its okay, forget i said any-"

"no!" renjun stops you, grabbing your hands, squeezing your fingers. the urgency in his voice and the sudden shift forward on his chair to be closer to you makes your heart jump. the corner of your mouth quirks up in a small, knowing smirk at your bumbling best friend.

"god, i’m sorry, i really am an idiot," he groans, very obviously nervous. "i do, too. i love you, y/n." you grin, watching renjun's peachy cheeks bloom with a deep red.

"then shut up and kiss me already."

renjun gulps. god, does he want to; if there's anything renjun's ever wanted to do, it's to kiss you. but he freezes. his bottom lip gets caught between his teeth as he just stares at you.

with a second surge of courage, you lean all the way forward, closing almost all the distance between you to encourage him. you're so close you swear you can hear his heart stutter, his uneven breath tickling your skin.

finally, renjun leans in, pressing his lips to yours ever so faintly. he's soft and light and sweet, like cotton candy. you can't help but sigh happily on his lips, a giddy and lighthearted sound that makes renjun's heart explode as he breaks out into a shy grin. you tilt your head to kiss him properly, opening your mouth slightly to fit with his in a way that makes him feel like every moment of his life has lead up to this. renjun cups your face with his hand as he moves with you, tracing his thumb along your jaw. your heart melts into honey.

when renjun pulls away, softly and slowly, you're wearing matching dazed, happy smiles. a dreamy sigh falls from his lips, just as his head does to nuzzle in the crook of your neck.

and again, your heart tells you everything is right.

w.c 0.9k | fluff

[ 7:22 pm ] the plate of food in front of you is nearly empty, but raising your head just a bit, you see that the plate directly across from yours is almost exactly how it was when the waitress set it down. you shovel another spoonful into your mouth, watching as your boyfriend’s brow creases as he squints at the almost comically large, dusty and permanently wrinkled roadmap he holds open in front of him.

“i think we’re lost,” renjun sighs, resting his head heavily in his hand, slightly pouty as his eyes continue to scan the maze of lines on the map. you swallow your bite of food, tilting your head doubtfully at him.

“the only way to get lost on a road trip is if we end up at the bottom of the ocean,” you joke, lifting up your mug and peeking in, swirling around the last drops of your hot cocoa. you sigh.

looking up at renjun’s mug, still topped with a mountain of whipped cream, untouched, you grin innocently at him. “are you gonna drink that?” you ask him sweetly, pointing to his hot beverage, batting your lashes. he just shakes his head sadly, sliding the drink across the table.

your grin falls at his distraught expression. you reach over to grab his hand, squeezing it reassuringly in your own. “cheer up babe, we’re not even that far from home yet, we can’t be that lost.” you sip your newly acquired beverage as renjun sighs.

“exactly, we’ve only been on the road for a few hours and i already can’t recognize where we are,” renjun explains, smoothing his free hand over the crinkled paper to flatten it a bit, continuing to follow the small jagged lines with his finger.

“are you sure we can trust that?” you ask, eyeing the ancient looking paper spread out on the table. “it looks really old, jun.”

“what do you mean? how much could have really changed since-” renjun searches around for any indication of a date, sinking down in the booth a bit as he reads out, dejectedly, “1994.”

you snort into your hot cocoa, wiping up the bit of whipped cream that tickled your nose. renjun buries his face in his hands, groaning.

“this map is 30 years old? where did you even get this thing?” you gawk, failing absolutely miserably to hold in your laughter.

“this is the worst luck,” he mumbles into his palms, muffled. you reach up to pry his hands from his face, smiling warmly at him.

“renjun honey, i love you, i really do.” his cheeks heat up ever so slightly at that. “and i love that you insisted on a technology free trip, to bond more and whatnot, but all i’m saying is that maybe if we had a phone, you wouldn’t be so worried.” you suggest, rubbing his hands with your thumbs as you hold them.

“hey, if you wanted an inauthentic trip full of half assed conversation, you could have hit up haechan,” renjun teases.

“why would i hit up hyuck when you’re so much cuter?” you beam, and you notice how the corner of his mouth tips up into a shy smile of his own.

“plus, hyuck would’ve never given me his hot chocolate,” you add. renjun rolls his eyes.

you lean across the table and press a kiss to his cheek. he turns away with a whine at your sudden affection, but his face scrunches up in a grin that makes your heart flutter. the sun has just began to set, casting rays of warmth in through the window next to your booth. it makes renjun’s face glow as he bathes in the sky’s pink light, and you think he’s never looked prettier.

“i know you’re upset, but i promise i’m still having a good time. i don’t care if we’ve been cursed, i don’t care if the whole universe is out to get us.” your head and arms motion upwards, to the ‘whole universe.’ renjun grins dreamily at you, glowing in the sunset.

“as long as i’m with you, anywhere we are, i’m happy.” you reassure him.

“even if we ended up at the bottom of the ocean?”

“i’d hold my breath forever to be with you.” this time it’s renjun who leans forward to kiss you.

“why don’t we find the nearest motel and settle down with some snacks and watch shitty cable movies, and figure out what to do in the morning? i’m sure the map can point us there if nowhere else.” you squeeze his hands, earning a nod and a content smile as he looks down, scanning the map for a possible place to settle down for the night.

as the waitress returns to clean up the plates and mugs, her apron bumps a glass of water perched on the table, sending a icy stream across the old paper.

“oh, god! i’m so sorry, let me help with that,” she bumbles, embarrassed, pulling a wad of napkins from her pockets. she presses them down to mop up the spill, an endless string of apologies falling from her lips. “today has just not been my day, it’s like the universe is out to get me or something.”

as renjun assures her that it’s fine, accidents happen, you glance down at the map, the aged ink blotted out into an unintelligible mess of dull colors. your eyes meet renjun’s again above the disaster, and a second passes before you both chuckle, accepting your fate of bad luck.

“maybe we’d better just call the boys instead.”