my toxic trait is fully believing i could pull haechan

“isnt it crazy we were made to hold hands?” you ask jaehyun, all giggles and stupid smiles.

your legs thrown over his, sat between his thighs and staring down at him as his chest rises up and down. his eyes start fluttering as he begins falling asleep. jaehyun’s eyebrow raises in question, hand still secure in yours.

“not us specifically but people in general. someone held things and was like ‘hey, lets hold each other!’ you dont think that’s the cutest thing ever?”

you’re too busy rambling to notice the way he smiles up at you, eyes opened slightly to watch the excited way you speak about nothing important. jaehyun’s gaze lands on your intertwined fingers and they loosen up only a little. you panic and grab his hand with both of your own, cupping it with urgency. “what?” jaehyun asks.

“why are you letting go after i say that?” a frown cant help but form on your lips, confusion and hurt overtaking your chest.

jaehyun smiles again, wider this time, proud. “you’re an idiot,” he chuckles. his voice is deep and tired, words almost incoherent with the way the words slur with exhaustion. suddenly, you’re pulled down. hands no longer holding jaehyun’s as his arms wrap around your middle to pull you down, your head falling on his shoulder harshly. you can feel his chest moving against yours like this. every small breath he takes.

“stop! i’m going to crush and suffocate you!” you complain, the protests don’t really mean anything though, this feels nice. the butterflies having started swarming again and your heart rate picks up, face warm. you hope he can’t feel the way your body reacts.

“shut up.” and you listen. you shut my mouth and relish the way jaehyun’s fingers travel up and down your back, his breathing slower than your own and his warmth surrounding your entire body.

you want to hold his hand again.

johnny smiles at the lift of your lips, the way your cheeks round out and fill into your eyes, the burn of your ears. it’s one of the main reasons he compliments you, other than to let you know how loved you are, but your reaction is so sweet. he seeks it every chance he gets.

“you’re so pretty, baby. can’t believe you’re really all mine.” he lilts, chest pressed into your back and hands rubbing down your arms, adoring kisses being peppered along the length of your neck. “my pretty baby.”

the praise pushes down into your tummy, settles into a sweet warmth that has you giggling bashfully. the tall man revels in your reaction, leaning down to hide his smile in the curve of your shoulder and whispering into your skin until it’s suddenly too warm to have him holding you so close.

“baby… don’t smile like that or i’ll go insane.”

he doesn’t ever stop.

"do you have any plans for new years?" you ask jaehyun, pushing around the leftover lettuce on your plate whilst you wait for his reply. the man hums around his fork, chewing quietly with seemingly no answer to give. you try again, "like a dinner or something?"

he huffs with a small smile, holding the silver between his fingers delicately as he gazes at you, eyes empty. "why do you ask?"

why won't he just answer, you think. a frustrated sigh is all it takes for jaehyun to let it go, chuckling out that he doesn't have anything planned this new years other than dropping by johnnys house party for a few hours.

"ah, if that's the case then don't worry," you mumble. there's no more dressing to coat the salad in but you find yourself shoving leaves into your mouth nonetheless, feeling somewhat occupied now.

"did you have something in mind for us?" jaehyun eggs you on, placing his fork down completely now with a soft tap of his plate. he goes to pick up his wine glass but makes no move to take a drink, swirling his wrist around as he waits for your response.

"i mean," you mumble, slightly embarrassed, "the fireworks are going off this year and i thought it'd be fun to go see them."

silence falls over the two of you, a warmth spreading through your cheeks that can't be blamed on the restaurants abnormally high heating. jaehyun's leg, clad in black dress pants, nudges against yours, ankles now pressed against one another. his hand makes move too, the right still holding that wine glass and the left going to twiddle with the dainty rings sat upon your fingers.

bluntly, he teases, "are you trying to get a new years kiss?"

you're sure he could probably feel the slight tense of your muscles through just his fingers, the embarrassment running off of you palpable. you stutter out in denial, becoming increasingly more shy as he holds back a laugh at your panic.

"id be happy to see the fireworks with you," he interrupts, smiling softly to calm you down. the promise of a kiss is left unsaid.

street racers! nct dream

*please don't street race lol it is very illegal and dangerous.

mark:

the bathroom door shuts with the soft click of metal, fan whirring from the ceiling to hum over the chatter of everyone else outside.

jeno, fiddling on his phone with a weirdly thoughtful face, is leant back on the sink, his left hand gripping the edge of the basin for balance. the closed door alerts the man, phone clicking off with a simple press of his thumb as a relieved smile adorns his lips.

"i was about to message you again," he puffs out, "i didn't think you were coming. don't leave me on read, idiot."

"sorry," the chuckle you let out is hardly apologetic but with the way he laughs along, jeno doesnt seem to mind. the boy lifts himself from where he rests, eyes soft and lips up turned when he takes you into a suffocating hug.

"i needed this," he mumbles into your skin.

"you pulled me from the movie because you wanted a hug?"

jeno nods his head, shy.

"oh my god," you giggle, pulling back to see the flush that's settled on his cheeks, "you're so adorable."

he rolls his eyes, biting on his tongue in embarrassment as pink spreads to the tip of his ears. his hand moves from your waist to hold your jaw, touch gentle yet suffocating. jeno dips into a kiss with a simple hum, content when you press back easily.

"yeah," he whispers, eyes exploring your features that stand out against the white bathroom, "i wanted this is all."

lips find one another once again, indulgent and sweet.

mark smiles into the kiss, lips moving in a familiar rhythm with the comfort of your hands held behind his neck, steady. the passion is there, felt yet not a burning wildfire, instead the warm crackle of a home-made campfire.

"thank you for today," you mumble, lips brushing against his with every syllable.

his arms, wrapped around the curve of your waist, tighten ever so slightly, pulling your torso that tad bit closer to his own, warmth radiating off of one another. mark's fingers trace down the curve of your spine, stopping to draw circles and unclear shapes through the cotton resting on your lower back.

"thank you for letting me give you today," he replies easily.

mark leans in once again, breath mixing with yours before he presses forward. it's a slow movement of lips, faint and barely there but still so warm. it's hard not to chase after the feeling when he pulls back, moving to instead kiss your forehead with a fond regard.

arms wrap tighter, pulling you chest to chest with mark's soft grin pressed into your shoulder, shy and cherishing. "thank you," he whispers once more, the words etched into your skin with a sense of promise.

the stars twinkle happily, watching as two lovers cherish this feeling for one another.

jaemin reaches up with shaky hands and licks his dry lips with a shaky exhale, "my beloved, how long has it been?" the palm on your jaw is a familiar warmth and the need to place your own grip above his is so tempting it burns. the rough print of his thumb rubs up your cheek, pressing a little too hard with every synced breath.

the wind is chilly against your heated skin, blowing on jaemin's hair, grown out and dyed black since you'd last seen him. the man's car presses cold into your denim clad thighs as you lean into it, the same beauty he got on his eighteenth with promises of roadtrips and tender memories.

"yeah," you mutter, swallowing harshly, "it's been a bit." he's become worn, drier skin and darker under eyes. though the shine in his eyes hadn't faded, still reflecting light as if they were flashlights themselves.

"how weird to see you here," jaemin mumbles, searching your face for signs of wear as you did his. his hand trails down, finger tracing against every line your shirt collar allowed him to reach. "were you looking for me, my love?"

perhaps the way your eyes darted straight at the familiar features, even in the dim of these street lights, was an unconcious search. maybe the way your gaze burns into every feature and detail is a need to see, to hold jaemin in your present.

not seeking the man but rather drawn.

"something like that."

he smiles, a soft curve of lips and the delicate rise of cheeks, and you smile back.

"can we run?" you whisper, voice soft with fingers gripping jeno's wrist in a bruising hold.

"away?" he asks, already knowing the answer. feels the need to confirm for his own comfort he supposes, perhaps he hopes for a no this time.

you nod, and cut him off before he says what he always does, "i know you can't just leave everything behind here but i can't stay here anymore. i have nothing to want but an escape."

"but here you have me."

he's not wrong, your boyfriend has been your shoulder to lean on for the last few years, watching as this life consumes everything you have to offer until you're nothing but tired. maybe it's a bit dumb of you, jeno probably thinks so, to find the idea of leaving so romantic, to start from scratch and leave everything behind, see the sky from a different angle, but there's no stopping your wildest dreams.

"jeno," you sigh, fingers loosening ever so slightly with a guilty inhale, "that isn't going to be enough forever."

you can practically hear the blood pause in his veins, his eyes blinking stupidly as he processes what you've just said. you rush to slap on the bandaid, "i love you. i really do love you so much. you've been the best and so much more than enough since ive known you. you aren't disappointing me at all. im just not satisfied with where i am right now and..."

it's all just gibberish, summed up with a burning 'its me, not you' in jeno's head. your words are met with distant attention, your boyfriend left to wonder if this is heartbreak that he's feeling right now.

"...and if it means-" you cut yourself off, moving yourself from jeno completely to avoid this being anymore hurtful than it already is, "-if it means i have to leave you behind then im sorry to say goodbye."

its okay, you and haechan are just friends. the little smiles and random glances you share are nothing more than a friendly gesture. there's not much room to do anything else at a house party so crowded anyway, not with his girlfriend on his arm the whole time especially. perhaps she has reason to be wary, maybe that youre too obvious about your undying feelings for your ex boyfriend. but haechan is just so friendly, so sweet and forgiving, and with how social he is it's hard not to fall for the way he lights up a room.

the living room is crowded, obnoxious rap and smoke to fill up the four walls. someone's yelling about the proper definition of shotgunning and a guy with a mullet is learning to do smoke rings.

haechan sits a little away from you, watching from a distance and mumbling along to the melodies he's probably heard on tiktok a few times. he's got a beer in his hand and you have to fight a sigh every time he throws his head back to take a sip.

the boy looks around, probably for his girlfriend, and lands on your gaze. perhaps if you weren't so frozen, you'd have a mind to be embarrassed about being caught staring. yet he smiles, that stupidly cute half smile, and throws you a questioning thumbs up. perhaps he's making fun of you, but you take a heavy gulp of your own drink and give him an eager nod, deciding your own hands were much more interesting now.

harchan rolls his eyes, playful, and turns back around, finding his girlfriend has made her way to his side in that time. she gives him cute giggles at the much too passionate singing he offers the room, and you cant help the small smile that paints itself on your own lips, jealous and fond.

mark smiles soft and full of love, lips puckering into the lightest of kisses that brush against your forehead. it tickles. "good morning, my love." the whisper of his unused voice is just as calming as the orange rays of dawn shining through your window. his finger caresses down the soft of your cheek. "did you sleep well?"

perhaps it's a dumb question, mutual knowledge of staying up into the late hours of the night listening to your favourite playlist and giggling at things that are only funny in a sleepy state. the bed is too small for the both of you, mark promises to buy a bigger one when you move in together, but with your legs tangled together uncomfortably and arms tight around one another, you think the lack of space isn't too much of a problem.

despite needing to sleep in, you rub your eyes awake and smile back, blinking lazily as you nod back a slow yes in response.

"i'm glad," mark replies, "i've already woken up but we can stay in bed if you want."

another lazy nod is all he needs to settle down again, eyes closing with only the touch of your hands to focus on.

"i love you. i love you so fucking much. you make me so fucking happy and i love every single moment i spend with you. i love you. i love you. i love you." renjun's almost panting at this point but he can't seem to settle from this high, eyes wide with bliss and a smile filled with a joy unlike any other. his hands cup your cheeks in a gentle manner, despite the energy pouring from every inch of his skin, and suddenly nothing matters except for renjun and the moonlight shadows of hair laying over his forehead. a kiss feels like not enough yet your chest aches of pure happiness at the thought of breathing him in, physically having him for all he is and more.

"i love you too," you whisper, breathless and just as clouded.

"i know," renjun laughs, palms falling down to your shoulders with a grip so tight you're almost stupid enough to stray away from it. his touch is electric in a way like no other and you let your hands fall upon his, willing your pulses to sync. "i love you so much."

because jaemin is selfish and too aware for his own good - he takes and takes and drowns you in kisses so full of a love he knows he'll never be able to reciprocate. he smiles back like your heart isn't begging for an ounce of genuine love in return. a love he knows you deserve.

jaemin wonders if he does love you. perhaps not in the way you need, with open arms and a vulnerability he's never had, but with gratefulness. he appreciates that with the inevitability of hurt on the horizon, you still give and give and give and allow him to take with everything you have because it's all you feel like you need.

"just kiss me," you plead. jaemin allows it to happen, lets you blind yourself with the touch of his lips.

<3

chenle isn't the biggest fan of coffee, preferring sugary energy drinks to get him through the day and a hot chocolate during biting mornings. yet he takes the mug you've made for him, two sugars added for the thought of his sweet tooth, and sips it gently whilst you start preparing your own cup.

"thank you," he mumbles, licking the residue off the smile of his lips. you turn to flash a grin, proud, and face forward again, this time with a perk in your shoulders.

morning shines through the skylight of your kitchen and chenle yawns, sipping his drink slowly and wishing coffee wasn't so bitter. but the sweetness of the gesture makes up for his upset taste buds.