Right Where It Hurts

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[11.28 a.m.] “Y/N, I wanna arm wrestle with you!” Your classmate Jaemin says, pouting cutely.

“No,” you say firmly. You’re fully aware that beneath his lanky, unassuming exterior, Jaemin’s absolutely ripped and he’s more than capable of crushing you within an instant. 

“Please,” Jaemin begs, widening his doe eyes; a lethal blow to your frail heart indeed. “Just once! I’m really weak.” 

Bullshit. You roll your eyes and set your elbow on the table, holding out your hand to him in reluctant compliance. Jaemin breaks out into a wide grin and wraps his hand around yours. 

“Okay, start,” he says, and you channel every ounce of your strength, pushing Jaemin’s hand down hard towards the table. To your surprise, he barely makes any effort to resist, and his knuckles almost graze the table when he suddenly snaps out of it. With a flex of his muscle, he pushes your hand away from the table, and the tussle begins. 

You realize that you’re both caught in a deadlock, fists held in midair. This is puzzling. You know that Jaemin could easily defeat you if he wanted to, and when you raise your eyes from your hands to his face, you realize that he’s staring straight at you, a dreamy look in his eyes. 

“Na Jaemin, what are you doing? You’re not being serious at all. I don’t wanna play anymore,” you exclaim with an annoyed huff, tearing your hand away from his. 

“Wait, Y/N, I’m sorry! I just…” he trails off as you get up from your seat, just as your friend Jeno beckons you over. 

“I just wanted to hold your hand,” Jaemin mumbles to himself quietly, heart heavy with the weight of hidden feelings and an unspoken confession.

👻LittleBrother!Mark never liked your ex boyfriend. So he doesn’t hesitate in setting you up with his very flirty, very tall college roommate. Although you deny your feelings for your FakeBoyfriend!Jaemin until the very end, the charming younger guy wins you over anyway. 

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— yummy! [weeekly]

— love maze [bts]

— save [nct 127]

— bad girl [woo!ah!]

— shoot! [itzy]

— baby don't like it [nct 127]

— king of hearts [wayv]

— bazooka! [gwsn]

— i'm a star [wooseok x kuanlin]

— daydream [j-hope]

Music tag game!~

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Rules: put your library/liked songs on shuffle and post the first ten songs that play!

Fly to my room (BTS)

10 Months (ENHYPEN)

Someone’s Someone (Monsta X)

Highway to Heaven - English Version (NCT 127)

Mmmh (KAI)

Cassette (DEMIAN)

예뻤어 You Were Beautiful (Day6)

NOT BY THE MOON (GOT7)

Sorry (The Rose)

Love talk - English Version (WayV)

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NIGHT ONE; DRABBLE Copyright © 2020 sunhyuck

PAIRING | Na Jaemin x Reader GENRE | Fluff AU | Secret admirer!reader, Prom night TYPE | Drabble WC | 0.9k WARNINGS | none

KEI | happy jaemin day ;A; to my og (lmao bye hyuck) i hope he celebrated his special day well. dear nana stay beautiful mwah!

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this made me cry holy shit its so good

okay goodbye im in my feels

pussy blocked.

Y/N’s unofficial guide on how to be a heartbreaker:

1. have fun. 2. never stay the night. 3. always be the first one to leave. 4. never hook up with the same person twice. 5. don’t fall in love with boys like lee jeno.

pairing :: lee jeno x reader genre :: angst, comedy, fluff ⋮ fuckboy/girl + college au word count :: 31,360 words warnings :: y/n has a breakdown at one point, dick jokes, sexual innuendos, implied sex but it’s like a romcom movie where we skip to the morning after because i don’t write about places where the sun doesn’t shine, and of course it’s not a luvdsc fic without a whole bunch of mutual pining playlist :: break my heart (hey violet) ⋆ lowkey (niki) ⋆ pancakes (lany) ⋆ i left a party for you (pilar victoria) ⋆ blurry (jp saxe) ⋆ slow (shy martin) ⋆ we’re fucked, it’s fine (jeremy zucker) ⋆ happiness (taylor swift) ⋆ this is how you fall in love (jeremy zucker & chelsea cutler) + extended playlist here. author’s note :: this is me putting my biggest fears on blast :’) ty to ti @m88n, steph @aqiaquas, tk god @eggyukhei, and lana @choerrypuffs for being my biggest cheerleaders !!! and especially to @wincore​ thank you for listening to all my incoherent ramblings and ideas and accepting it all within an hour of us starting to talk LOL ily moon ♡

i. the devil wears leather jackets.

“Thoughts on leather jackets?”

Yeeun hoists herself onto the scratched counter of the tiny bathroom, cheap neon strips of flashing lights pasted around the edges of the ceiling and the booming bass of the music barely muffled by the closed door. She swings her legs, the heels of her boots banging lightly against the cabinet beneath her.

“They’re cute. Why? Don’t you already have like, three of them?” Your fingers curl around the lip gloss your best friend offers to you. You thank her before you lean forward, uncapping the makeup and spreading an even, glossy coat over your lips.

“Not on me!” She taps her manicured fingers against her thigh rhythmically. “Actually, maybe on me. There’s a really good sale going on at Madewell right now. Maybe I’ll get one.”

“Another night of drunk retail therapy?” You pucker your lips, angling your face slightly to check that you had applied enough of the shimmery gloss. You quickly adjust the satin white crop top you have on that makes your boobs look phenomenal. Perfect. It’s the first party of your final year at university, and you would very much like to start it off with a bang and leave with a cute guy tonight.

“Sober me will thank me tomorrow.” She waves her hand dismissively before taking back the gloss from you and shoving it unceremoniously into her bra (because one hand holding a purse means one less hand holding a drink) before pushing herself off from her counter perch. “Anyway, you’re missing the point! What do you think of boys in leather jackets?”

You narrow your eyes at her, scrutinizing her fidgeting figure through the mirror. “Alright, spill it. Who’s this about?”

“I overheard Mark telling Yukhei that Jeno was asking about you.”

You temporarily pause in place, horror flashbacks already playing like a montage at the mention of him, before facing your friend, who’s already looking at you expectantly. “Did he say why?”

“Who knows? He started throwing up on Yukhei’s shoes, so I had to move away from the target zone.”

You wince at that. Poor Mark was always a lightweight and yet, he always accepts whatever drink Donghyuck hands him. And the latter always mixes concoctions with cheap vodka making up at least 40% of the contents.

“Isn’t this exciting though? The Lee Jeno is interested in you,” she squeals, grabbing onto your arm excitedly.

“I’ve been there. Freshman year, two minutes and beard burn. Literally, the worst experience of my life. Zero out of ten, no stars on Yelp, would swipe left on Tinder, maybe even report him to save other people from the horror.”

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caught red handed [kim doyoung]

SUMMARY | all you wanted to do was take a picture of the handsome law student during your train ride home. you did not expect things to end up like this. PAIRING | law student! kim doyoung x female! reader GENRE | humor, fluff,  WARNINGS | swearing, shitty law jokes and pick up lines LMAO WORD COUNT | 804 TAGLIST | @nct-writers​ @czennienet​ @neowritingsnet​ @kpopscape​

a/n: my friend sent me THIS facebook post and i decided…..yeah let’s turn this into a sexy law student doie fic why not

Maybe tonight’s train ride home was life’s way of finally apologizing for giving you a shitty week.

Because holy hell— never have you beheld a man this handsome.

You pressed your lips together harshly in your seat right beside the subway’s sliding doors as you tried to hold back a smile, eyes discreetly flickering above from time to time as you tightly gripped the pole. He looked around twenty-three or twenty-four, straight black hair falling above his eyes, a pair of thin framed glasses resting on his tall nose. A student, you took note from the emblem on the folder he was holding to his chest. A law student nonetheless.

If falling in love at first sight was a crime then you’d be guilty as charged.

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everything | njm

pairing : jaemin x reader

genre : soulmates? idk hard to explain

word count : 3k

summary : you were jaemin’s everything, at least, everything but his.

notes : i’m tired of struggling to write this so i’m releasing it as is pls take this away from me it’s been taunting me in my drafts for almost a year

if someone were to ask jaemin what his favorite color was, he would, without doubt, reply with yellow.

 'why?’ they’d ask him, well why not?

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