See You Later Jeong Jaehyun.

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. 

stranger. — mark lee 𝜗𝜚

in which mark lee attempts to text his ex girlfriend, not knowing her number was switched over to you.

part one, read part two at the bottom

i’m in big bold letters so u don’t ignore me hi gays and others errr this is the experimental fic i was talking about hhehehehheh.. should i continue or should she be left in the dust sitting next to jisung’s twitch account.

ok byeeeeee loveeee uuuuuuu ♡

ask and you shall receive [read part two here]

WE NEED TO KILL HIM

爱 | h.rj

summary: you ask renjun to teach you chinese, hoping to gather some courage to confess to your crush

featuring: huang renjun x gn!reader

genre: one-shot, fake texts, fluff

notes: i love renjun i love renjun i love renjun. chinese is actually my mother tongue so this was really fun to write teehee i hope you enjoy ^_^ as always, feedback, likes, reblogs n replies are appreciated!

RAEE how are you doingg

KIMCHI OMG I wish I can say I’m doing great but I’m actually not and it’s all because of exams lol 😭 I have so many things to memorise and so little time ahhhhh at least nct is helping me cope 🙁 just two more weeks agjdnakgle I can do thisssss

I only hope you’re not faring as poorly as I am 😢 how are you bestie <3 do you have anything stressful or anything worth celebrating recently?

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)

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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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