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pairings: lee donghyuck x street racer!reader

details: fem!reader, strangers to enemies to lovers??, fake dating!au, rich!reader, some reader x lee jeno + reader x kang seulgi, the reader is anything but straight lmao

genre/s: romance, angst, suggestive

warnings: explicit language, suggestive content, mentions of sex, suggestive humor, mental health struggles, usage of drugs, alcohol consumption, smoking, illegal doings

word count: tba

synopsis: in a world where you thought money gave you permission to walk away from everything that wasn’t perfect, you try finding your way out of an imperfect love story

a/n: i dont have my laptop with me to add links to my bio so here’s navigation

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The night is dark, noxious; though, it’s nowhere near dull. Brightly colored city lights, many people sauntering all around; eager to arrive wherever are heavily present. Myeongdong is usually hectic and dynamic whether it’s 3 pm under the sunlight, or 3 am past midnight.

You’ve always preferred nighttime over daytime. You’ve cried more under the moonlight than sunlight. You’ve laughed more, loved more.

And Lee Donghyuck is no different as he’s present near you, body pressed onto the windows as his head slightly hangs outside. A single cigarette is in between his fingers, occasionally making its way towards his parted lips.

“Let’s date.” Is what slips in between his lips after putting down the cigarette which previously sat between his lips, taking you by surprise.

“What?” You reply, a slight chuckle following along as your head tilts towards his direction.

“I mean, let’s pretend to date. Didn’t Jeno just dump you?” He asks, not exactly expecting a proper response.

“Couldn’t you find a better word?” You reply, referring to the word “dump”.

“Even if i accept, what will you gain?” You continue.

“Let’s just say you intrigue me.”

You laugh once again.

“Deal.”

i wish a very good night to bi women with boyfriends and bi men with girlfriends

our last farewell

pairings: huang renjun x fem!reader

genre/s: angst

details/warnings: royal au; death, heavy angst

word count: 0.6k

a/n: first renjun fic? yeah wow

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The weather is dull, though smells petrichor since it had stopped raining not much prior. The sky comes off shallow, dressed in an overwhelming gloom. The stars appear bewitching as representatives of every lie whispered in the ballroom.

The violin’s notes jump up and down, allowing a melody out of agony to rhyme. There is something indignant and anguished behind the way the musicians play. From how they move the violins’ bow to the way their fingers delicately dance on the piano’s keys.

Though it seems, something else lays beneath that. You’re not exactly sure what, but there is an unfamiliar tension. Almost too unfamiliar that it somehow gives out a feeling of familiarity.

You stand well executed between the many faces who surround your figure. A burgundy gown is what you’re wrapped in. The top stays fitted as the skirt falls loose. The puffy sleeves sit exquisite on your shoulders, showing off the minimal tattoo inked on your collarbone.

Your eyes fall onto a familiar man as it seems as though he is making his way towards you.

“One more dance?” You mildly ask, extending your hand for the servant to refill the wine glass standing in between your fingers.

“One last dance.” Renjun corrects, rather humorless in comparison to your silky manner as his hand grabs yours. You drop the glass onto a stand, ignoring the not-so-mellifluous sound it creates.

“Ah, how fun to be a liar.” You respond, not allowing the smile displaying on your features to disappear.

“I guess that makes the two of us.” He states, tone breathy as you pretend to not comprehend; tilting your head slightly.

The Huang’s fingers gently touch the naked skin of your waist, where the dress parts in a sensual curve. Your bodies sway accordingly, exactly on rhythm with the violins. Renjun spins you around gently, but you might as well have been whipped around the room.

You feel your heart beat faster. Thunder, even. But, of course, you will never admit to that.

“Why so crucial, my love?” Is what slips past your lips minutes after. Gently, tanunteringly, maddeningly.

Renjun takes a second. Then two, then three, and then-

Shoot.

A loud shot is heard crystal clear by everyone inside that ballroom. Everyone- no. At that moment, everything stops. Not exactly coherent whether the world stops for everyone, or if it’s just the heart of your world that stops functioning.

Renjun’s body instantly attempts to fall onto the ground. Though, your hands wrap around him, preventing his figure from coming in contact with the floor.

Your body feels denser, your heart feels heavier as you drop onto your knees. Tears commence to escape your eyes, though you fail to realize.

It starts with a single drop, then just seconds after, you have a whole river falling from your eyes.

Continuations of multiple “no’s” and “forgive me’s” are the only sets of letters you find yourself being able to put together as Renjun’s brittle body stays unconscious on your lap.

The ballroom becomes filled with distressing sirens, high pitched screams and sounds of footsteps belonging to bodies eager to leave. Everything sounds so loud, so obnoxious.

But you hear nothing. Nothing until you feel his body getting taken away from your lap. You cry, scream, shout. None works. Nothing works and before you know, you’re back on your knees. Left with nothing but tears and bittersweet memories.

The noxious night stays silent and the moon wraps itselfin immorality. Unspoken feelings, unanswered questions and an incomplete journey is what lies beneath your heart as you ask yourself who will flourish the dreams he left behind...