2020 MINI COMMENT FICATHON

[0323]

hello!

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FILLS

cold feet (renjun (nct)/jisung (nct))
the talent vs hard work narrative (yeonjun (txt)/mark (nct))
mouth mantra (jaemin (nct)/yangyang (wayv))
the hope of it all (chenle (nct)/jisung (nct))
like the weather (moonbin (astro)/sinb (gfriend))
I'M A MISFIT! (sungchan (nct)/beomgyu (txt)/chenle (nct))
the long and short of it (new (the boyz)/q (the boyz), new (the boyz)/kevin (the boyz)
where we end and begin (lucas (wayv)/yuqi (g-idle))
born to be alone (joy (red velvet)/hayoung (apink))
they assume you know nothing (nayoung (pristin)/jeonghan (seventeen))
it's getting late (saerom (fromis_9)/jisun (fromis_9))
the way i love (the8 (seventeen)/kyulkyung (pristin))
i don't think i could stand to be where you don't see me (jiho (oh my girl)/binnie (oh my girl))
this unnamed longing (chenle (nct)/jisung (nct)/sungchan (nct))
 

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[0323]

any questions please ask here!

[stoplight]

jeon heejin (loona) / kim hyunjin (loona) / shin ryujin (itzy) — mixnine reunion, years later — canon

[markohmark]

chenle (nct) / jisung (nct) - saying goodbye at the end of the summer - AU

[markohmark]

moonbin (astro) / sinb (gfriend) - everyone thinks they're dating but it's hard to have a crush on someone you knew when you were in diapers (based on the fact that they're childhood friends?) - either

[markohmark]

[deleted bcs i can't read]

[stoplight]

renjun (nct) / jisung (nct) — best friend's brother — au

cold feet - renjun (nct) / jisung (nct) - au

[markohmark]

“Ya, Park Jisung,” Chenle throws one of his pillows at him. It bounces against Jisung’s face with a soft thud, too fast for him to even react to it.

The whole world seems to be moving so quickly, lately. Even spending his free time in Chenle’s bedroom — still preserved with the afterglow of childhood in this dying afternoon light, so familiar it might as well be his second home — reminds him of this fact. Jisung’s legs no longer fit alongside Chenle’s when they lay on his bed, ankles dangling precariously over the edge instead.

“Did you hear me?” Chenle demands. “I said, Renjun’s coming back in two weeks, so make sure —”

“I heard you the first time,” Jisung interrupts, still thinking about his toes hanging out in the air. When he’d been younger, he had hated sticking his legs outside of the blanket, burrowing into the safety of his comforter instead. He figures that adulthood is a lifetime of cold feet.

He rubs at his eyes, sighing, then grabs the pillow Chenle had lobbed at him and hugs it to his chest. “I can’t believe a year’s passed already.”

“Renjun wants you to come, too,” Chenle says, casual enough for Jisung to tell he’d been choosing his words carefully. “He asks about you, sometimes.”

“Whatever,” Jisung mutters underneath his breath.


—


Later, Jisung considers his reflection in the mirror. His acne has disappeared, leaving a couple of smudgy scars in its wake. He grew a couple inches, and he’s finally settling into the deep edges of his voice. He looks more grown up now, doesn’t he? What would Renjun think?

He asks about you, sometimes. Jisung imagines it, Renjun wondering about how he’s doing, caring about how he feels. The worst part is that he knows Renjun does care — that’s one of the things Jisung likes best about Renjun, how kind he is — but it’ll never manifest itself in the way Jisung desires.

A year has passed since Renjun left on an exchange program.

A month before that, Jisung had confessed his feelings to his best friend’s older brother.

The day after, Renjun had shown up at Jisung’s doorstop, eyes pleading and mouth pursed in a worried line.

And during the minute before Jisung heard Renjun’s apology, that single, continuous moment of his mother answering the door and calling for him and Jisung running down the stairs, breathless, wondering what Renjun would tell him—

Well, for a moment, Jisung thought he had a chance.


—


“Your letter was very sweet, but I can’t accept your feelings,” Renjun had told him. He stood framed by the darkness, but his face reflected the light that streamed out from Jisung’s house.

Jisung thought that he looked angelic, like this.

“Did you even consider it?” Jisung asked, pleading. He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, hated the way Renjun softened in response to his question.

He had seen Renjun around the boys and girls he liked. That version of Renjun was sharp and pointed, his flirting like little bullets. Jisung had watched it in action at Donghyuck’s house once, observing the way Renjun’s prickly, wanting posture covered his crush on Jaemin like dark chocolate coating caramel.

“You’re so young, Jisung,” Renjun said, gentle and honest. He had no pretences, here. “Your letter…” He sighed, looking down at the ground.

“What about my letter?” Jisung bit down on his lower lip.

Renjun looked back up. They were the same height, a year ago, and Jisung remembers feeling entranced by Renjun’s eyes. “I know two years doesn’t seem like a big gap between you and me,” he continued. “But it’s a lot, right now.”

Jisung had never felt that there was a gap between him and Renjun before, not when Chenle’s family is like a second home for him. But that conversation had widened any distance between them into a chasm he couldn’t cross.


—


Renjun glints in the sunlight, hair golden-blonde and lovely, when he opens the door. Jisung pauses on the front porch, nervous.

It’s the same moment, except reversed. Jisung still loves him, but his prior adolescent infatuation has since calmed into something more quiet and steady.

“You’ve grown up,” Renjun says, a surprised smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Jisung shrugs, a little self-conscious. He’s taller than Renjun now, and can see where Renjun’s black roots are beginning to grow in at the top of his scalp. It’s a weird feeling, this new perspective.

Yet somehow, it seems right.


--

a/n I ORIGINALLY READ THIS AS brother's best friend RIP

[(Anonymous)]

yeonjun (txt) / mark (nct) - (one-sided?) rivals to lovers - either

[(Anonymous)]

Mark Lee/Haechan (NCT), Na Jaemin/Lee Jeno (NCT) - Summer Camp (preferably debate but anything goes), residential intensive summer camps - High School au

[(Anonymous)]

Lee Jeno (NCT) / Lee Haechan (NCT) - Fake dating - AU

Re: cold feet - renjun (nct) / jisung (nct) - au

[stoplight]

SCREAM poonam u are k*lling me!!! js quiet hurt is so painful to read im glad there is hope at the end TT____TT (also lmfao at the a/n honestly... that could've worked too as rj pov)

[(Anonymous)]

jaemin (nct)/ryujin (itzy) - the story behind how jaemin and ryujin keep accidentally dyeing their hairs the same colors at the same time! - either

the talent vs hard work narrative - yeonjun (txt) / mark (nct) - au

[markohmark]

Yeonjun hears about the new trainee before he sees him. Excited whispers trailing around, mentions of Canada and rapping and did you hear he left SM?

Rumors. They’re all rumors, is all, and Yeonjun pays no heed to them, as much as they make him want to scoff. Being from Canada probably means that he lived there for three months and never got over it. Imagine if Yeonjun claimed he was from Los Angeles? And every trainee at BigHit wants to be a rapper, now, because of BTS.

Further, being ex-anything doesn’t mean squat shit at BigHit. Yeonjun would know that the most.

Still: his eyes land on the new boy as soon as he steps inside the practice room. There are only a few trainees here -- they have thirty minutes before practice starts in earnest -- but Yeonjun has always made a habit of using all the time he has, wringing it out like squeezing blood from a stone.

“Hi,” the new boy says, greeting him with an earnest smile. “I’m Mark. Mark Lee.”

“Choi Yeonjun.” He returns the smile, turning the charm up to one-hundred percent and putting his arm around Mark’s shoulder. “You see those rankings there?” With his other arm, he points at the papers attached to the far wall, the ordering of trainees who excel at rap, dance, and singing.

“Yeah, I caught that,” Mark replies. His head tilts as he observes the list again. Yeonjun tracks the movements of Mark’s eyes, slow and methodical. “You’re the ace, huh?”

Yeonjun shrugs, noncommittal, then removes his arm and steps away from Mark. “Just making sure you know how things work, over here.”

“Alright,” Mark shrugs, easy-going enough. Yeonjun decides he doesn’t like him, not one bit.


--


Yeonjun likes to think of himself as a nice guy, so he doesn’t say anything to Mark outright. He doesn’t need to, anyhow -- the other trainees fill in the gaps for him, quick to gossip and insult. The difference between an unknown trainee and a disliked trainee is whether Yeonjun choses to redirect the conversation: whenever they bring up Soobin, commenting on his gangly limbs and earnest smile, Yeonjun will smile and quickly change the subject, whereas whenever Mark’s name is thrown about, Yeonjun remains silent.

What had started out as instinctive dislike morphs into something uglier over time, though. Yeonjun should’ve guessed that ostracizing Mark would lead to Soobin taking him in, adopting him into his little group of misfit trainees who place too low on trainee evaluations to hang around Yeonjun.

Yeonjun pretends not to watch as Soobin and Mark head out to the convenience store together, but his skin itches with a prickliness he can’t name. He heads outside himself, alone, the way he usually does when he’s in a bad mood.

The other trainees aren’t his friends; they don’t get the mess and pain of seeing him when he’s less than one-hundred percent. Yeonjun knows that he isn’t here for friends, that comradery can be forged or feigned after he’s chosen to debut, but it still stings somewhere deep down.

Yeonjun’s still in the shadows when Mark and Soobin walk back, their faces illuminated by the streetlights. Two smiling-shy boys, gangly and earnest, smiling and laughing as the night falls. He takes note of how Soobin towers over Mark and scoffs, realizing exactly what that pointed, itchy feeling had been.

It’s something that Yeonjun has long grown accustomed to, but has never quite acknowledged: envy.


--


The next month, Mark Lee’s name is at the top of the rap evaluations.

Yeonjun stares at the #2 next to his name, face blank, overwhelmingly aware of the others looking at him. They’re like a pit of vipers ready to strike. He hadn’t minded it much, when he had been the one to reign over them, but he’s experienced enough to know that any show of weakness will get devoured immediately.

Second place, he knows, is the first to lose.


--


Yeonjun keeps his head down and works harder. That’s the only way he knows how to deal with the situation when his pride is hurt like this. He spends hours awake when the others are sleeping, writing verses and scratching every other word out when it doesn’t come out perfect.
Yeonjun had seen Mark’s evaluation. Mark Lee had looked pasty white and nervous before he opened his mouth, and had fumbled his lines twice while delivering. Regardless, there had been a flow, a musicality to his punctuated rhythm, something Yeonjun knew mattered more than flawlessness.

See, perfection could be made and shaped and brought out of you like a magnet collecting iron particles from sand. But charisma? But Mark Lee’s unrepentant boy-next-door charm?

That was something else entirely.


a/n: god this is not yeonjun/mark at all this ended up being somethign else entirely... unfortunately i alr hit max wc (800w) but who knows i kinda want to expand this and have them reach some sort of amicable conclusion... srry im obsessed with yeonjun vs mark golden boy trainee narratives. god

[(Anonymous)]

jaemin/yangyang - mean boys - au

Re: cold feet - renjun (nct) / jisung (nct) - au

[luvisms]

OHHHHH this is the ideal rensung dynamic actually!!! this is what i used to look for all the time back when i was into rensung so thank u for appeasing my soul ^-^ i'm always a sucker for the "characters w slight age gap grow up together and the younger one likes the older one but the older one sees the younger one as a child" trope or whatever LOL

[0323]

doyoung (nct) / baek yerin - i wish you knew this song was written about you - either

mouth mantra - jaemin/yangyang - au

[kisoap]

a/n: this is over 800w but what can i say i'm a rule breaker!!


Jaemin gives out secrets like handing out a Costco multipack of candy to trick-or-treaters on Halloween – generously and about whom seemingly at random, always fun-sized and, like most things that were associated with Jaemin Na, definitely bad for you in the long-run.

"You're, like, weirdly obsessed with him," Renjun points out as Yangyang's taking a break in between complaining to chew on a sour belt. There's a pay-by-pound candy shop next to the off-brand coffee place Renjun works part-time at in the mall, and there's a Starbucks that just opened last week a five-minute walk away near the food court, and Yangyang's too wrung out from a week of pretending to be friends with the most exclusive clique at their private school to get chewed out by Renjun for his sugar fix. "You should really hear yourself. It's like you're giving a whole TED Talk on the upper echelon of our high school population."

Yangyang licks the sour coating off his thumb. "You know what he said about Donghyuck?" A whole wrench had been thrown into Yangyang's class schedule after he'd moved down to normal Calc, and now his P.E. period coincided with Jaemin's at the end of the day. That's when Jaemin would spill all the hot goss – in the empty locker room after everyone else had gone home, taking forever and a half to pack up his things because his mouth was moving faster than any other part of his body would go. He leans over the counter and lowers his voice, "That time when Donghyuck was out of school, saying that his family was taking an impromptu vacation to Cayman Islands? He got all four wisdom teeth taken out. Apparently his face was so swollen that he covered every mirror in his house so he wouldn’t have to look at himself for the entire week."

Jaemin had relayed all this to him with a toothy grin, like he wasn't just sharing a piece of their supposed-friend's personal mortification. "He also said that Jeno should've been nominated for Homecoming King last year, but Chaewon Kim from student council rigged the votes. She said –” he releases his index finger from his mouth with a pop, “Quote unquote – he was too much of a man-whore to represent the school like that."

"I’m pretty sure it's actually 'cause he failed Geometry three years in a row," Renjun points out. “You know that freshman year, the teacher was teaching us the area of a circle is pi r-squared and he raised his hand and asked ‘What kind of pie?’” Yangyang pretends to ignore the way he's rolling his eyes from where he's wiping down an espresso machine. "But fine, now you're telling me because –?"

"It's eating me away from the inside, Renjun! All these secrets!" Every time Yangyang was in the middle of pulling off his gym uniform, he'd emerge on the other side to Jaemin smiling at him like Pennywise, the words you won't believe what I heard about falling from his cannibalistic mouth. Just a hypothesis, but Yangyang believes that if eating humans was ever deemed morally acceptable in the near future, Jaemin would be the first to add it in the lean protein section of his calorie tracker app. "He's such a – an asshole. And yet the whole school literally kisses the ground he walks on. I can't stand him."

Renjun cuts in before Yangyang can go full-blown teen angst pity party. “Then why don’t you just stop hanging out with him?”

“It’s not that easy,” Yangyang faceplants into the counter. The Tuesday he forgot to ask his dad if he could borrow his older-than-him 90’s Tommy Hilfiger polo, Donghyuck had spat, “Wow, didn’t take you as an anarchist, Liu,” when Yangyang put his lunch tray down across from him, him and Jeno in their own respective crimson, cream, and navy. Jaemin hadn’t said anything outright when he’d slammed his shaker bottle on the table, but Yangyang tried to make himself as small as possible, curling into his Uncrustable and carton OJ. The only acknowledgement Jaemin bothered to give him at all that over lunch was a narrow-eyed look over Jeno explaining how his dick could tell when it was going to rain. He ignored Yangyang in gym class too, and the handicap parking spot Jaemin always pulled his Benz into was conspicuously empty. The bus ride home felt freeing yet inherently wrong all at once.

“Yes, it is,” insists Renjun, nudging the crown of his head with an elbow. “Jaemin Na, you’re a fucking asshole and I don’t want to hang out with you anymore,” he says in a bad imitation of Yangyang’s German accent. “That’s really all there is to it.”

What Yangyang can’t tell him is that Jaemin holds a secret of his own under his tongue like a clam with a pearl. And that secret involves their empty locker room after everyone else had gone home, the shirt of their gym uniform that looks slightly less bad on Jaemin because he’s hot shucked off, and Jaemin pushing him against the door of some football player’s locker, caging Yangyang between his arms, and sloppily making out with him. Yangyang thought it’d be a one time thing, but then he’d lunged forward at Jaemin after he’d pushed him down in lacrosse another day and smashed their mouths together again. It’d happened over and over and over, and now Yangyang was so far pulled in that couldn’t not be friends with him anymore.

“If you say so,” Yangyang says, noncommittal. Jaemin smiled at him Friday after school, his mouth still kiss-swollen and with entirely too-many teeth. For a brief moment, it looked like his awful, cavity-ridden heart could be in love with Yangyang.

Yangyang watched as he laced up his Air Jordans, painstakingly slow. At the last minute before tying the double knot, Jaemin looked up at him. “No homo,” he said, eyes crinkling.

“Yeah,” Yangyang echoed. Their friendship wasn’t real so the way he felt his heart splinter couldn’t be, either. “No homo.”

Yangyang pulls another sour belt between his teeth, offering the rest of the bag to Renjun, who declines. “It has to be the protein powder he mixes with pure espresso that makes him so mean,” he’s convinced.

Re: mouth mantra - jaemin/yangyang - au

[markohmark]

NOOOOO WHAT THE FUCK SAPPHY I AM CACKLING SO HARD AT THIS... THE NO HOMO AT THE END.. THE CANDY EATING...

edit: help i did not mean to post that comment so fast but I AM LOSING MY MIND OVER JENO IN THIS ONE... he's so cute and d*mb here whyyy GJHSAKJMK <3333 sapphy this was amazing Their friendship wasn’t real so the way he felt his heart splinter couldn’t be, either. I SWEAR MY HEART BROEKT!!!

[hyojungss]

[seventeen] - the power went out - either

[(Anonymous)]

the8, jun, kyulkyung - birthday reunion - either

[hyojungss]

[any] - little women quote: "[Jo], I want to say one thing, and then we’ll put it away forever. I have always loved you; but the love I feel for [Amy] is different - you were right - we would have killed each other." - either

[(Anonymous)]

lucas, yuqi - stuck in an elevator - canon

the hope of it all - chenle/jisung - au

[stoplight]

a/n: one month late but hello...

—

"I told you at the beginning of summer—"

"You didn't tell me shit," Chenle corrects, bringing a hand up to shade himself against the sun. Despite the fact that skyscrapers crowd them in on all four sides, the small fruit stand Renjun works part-time at is on the one street in Shanghai that actually gets some light. Chenle's reminded of it every time he visits, having to crouch awkwardly in the only bit of shade to survive the heat. The owners had never bothered to put up a tarp, and Renjun had never thought to mention it to them. Figures he'd find any way to make Chenle's life more difficult.

Like right now, when he opens his mouth and says:

"Lanky, shy, and sweet? Chenle, you were doomed from the start."

Not true. He'd held out for three days, at least.

Renjun snorts. "That's only because you didn't see him for those three days, idiot."

"Why would I want to see someone who spilled coffee all over me?" Chenle shoots back, but the usual snark isn't there.

Because yeah, their first meeting had been ripped straight out of a rom-com—Jisung sprinting down the hallway of the buxiban Chenle frequented under his mom's orders, crashing head-on into Chenle so forcefully that Chenle's physics problem sets would be proud, calling out a hasty "Sorry!" over his shoulder as if he hadn't just casually upended the contents of Chenle's caramel macchiato all over the floor.

Chenle had been mad for all of three days until he got out of his next English class and found the guy waiting outside for him with two coffees in hand.

"I wasn't sure what you liked," he said apologetically, holding one out for Chenle to take. "So I got you a caramel macchiato. My brother said that that's what girls like—not that I think you're a girl, or anything. Or that being a girl is a bad thing. I just—" he shakes his head forcibly to cut himself off.

Chenle does his best to tamp down a growing smile. Reaches out, takes the coffee. "I'm Zhong Chenle."

The guy grins back at him. "Park Jisung."

"He's exactly your type," Renjun points out, leaning over the counter. It's times like these when Chenle kind of wishes Renjun had actually tuned him out on their subway rides home. Renjun does it all the time whenever Kun nags at them, so—what makes this any different?

(Chenle already knows the answer to that: Park Jisung is 180 centimeters tall, sucks at basketball, and still tries to play against Chenle in the afternoons anyway. When he inevitably loses he buys them two Haagen-Dazs from the convenience store downstairs. They eat together under the syrupy glaze of the sun, talking about the kinds of things that every seventeen-year-old balancing on the precipice of their future thinks about. Like how Chenle is good at school but even better at basketball. How Jisung might graduate next year without talking to anyone in his class. How they'll probably fail the gaokao and the suneung respectively, and never make it to graduation anyway. How Jisung has to go back to Korea at the end of the summer, when his exchange program is over.)

"Yeah," Chenle admits, face pressed into his hands. "He is."

Renjun looks at him almost in pity. "When's he leaving?"

Chenle scuffs his shoe against the ground. "Tomorrow."

"You should say something."

Renjun's holding out a peach to him. It's the first time Renjun's pilfered from the fruit stand on his behalf, so Chenle takes it, turns it around in his hands. Bites into it just as the sun comes into view again.

"Maybe," he says, looking upward. "Maybe I will."

like the weather - moonbin/sinb - canon

[hyojungss]

a/n: watched this video yesterday and now i cant stop. discl i don't know them well outside of a few clips but i'm obsessed

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“You fucking suck at this,” Eunbi says, hands rattling the metal caging that stands between them.

“Your mouth is so dirty and that’s why no one will date you,” Bin replies. He swings his bat. The ball hits the side netting before dropping on the ground.

“Ouch,” she says flatly. “My turn.”

Bin sighs and pulls the cage door open, dragging his bat behind him. Eunbi flounces in to take his place, helmet already fastened.

“I bet I can hit a home run before you,” she says, glancing back to look at his slumped form draped over the spectator bench.

“I bet you can too, you’re so experienced after all,” Bin shoots back, sitting up, and the compliment is so kind that she’s sure it’s not what he was actually getting at.

“Meaning?” With a crack the ball goes virtually flying into the outfield.

“I have so many bruises from the times you’ve hit me,” he answers.

“Oh please, that just means you’re weak.”

“Think about it though. People see you,” he says, mock fear in his voice and a hand to his mouth, “acting violent towards me, on public television, and they get scared. Maybe you should change your ways.”

“You probably scare them away more than I do,” she says without thinking.

“You mean because they think I’m your boyf-”

Eunbi smacks the next ball extra hard and it hits the wall with a loud bang. “Don’t finish that sentence or die.”

“Sanha said Yewon told him during their show taping that you were complaining about not being able to get dates.”

“That bitch!”

Bin crosses his arms as if to say you just proved my point. She turns around slowly with a tinge of guilt that she won’t let show and glares at him.

“You know I’m joking. I love her, and I love Sanha too, even though he doesn’t know how to keep his fucking mouth shut. You’re the only one that I hate.”

“Real talk,” he starts dramatically, and Eunbi groans. “I know that you don’t think I’m a factor in all of this, but I feel genuinely bad if I am. A little bit of good fun with my old pal isn’t worth dooming you to a life of singledom.”

“Believe me, I’ve never considered you a factor,” Eunbi says, but she fans her face as she turns back towards the game screen. It must be all the movement. Physical activity. Burns calories.

“But,” he says candidly, “I think you’d know by now if I had feelings for you. You’re stupidly perceptive.”

“That’s an oxymoron, idiot.”

“Not if you’re Hwang Eunbi.” He sticks his tongue out at her. “A girl full of impossibilities.”

“Here’s one more,” she says, shuts her eyes tight, and swings.

Bin stands up as the speakers shower her with cheers. “You actually got a home run,” he marvels, walking up to the door to meet her face to face.

“If I can do that, I can do anything,” Eunbi says with a grin.

“Wanna bet?”

Re: the hope of it all - chenle/jisung - au

[markohmark]

CRYS... THE HOPE OF IT ALL... [ur titles are so accurate. chefs kiss] ALSO I LOVE THE LITTLE SETTING DETAILS THAT RLLY MAKE EVERYTHING SUPER VIVID... renjun working at a fruit stand is so cute. also chenji romcom first meeting SUITS THEM SO WELL they r rlly soulmates liek that... also renjun: "hes exactly ur type" me: HELP and ahhh ofc the classic coming of age vibes.. They eat together under the syrupy glaze of the sun, talking about the kinds of things that every seventeen-year-old balancing on the precipice of their future thinks about. this is so beautiful and GKJDAHKLJMK u rlly hit the spot!! tysm for the crysfic! <3