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renjun ✦ 210101

unspoken | mark lee

GENRE: fluff, tiniest bit of angst, enemies to lovers!au, conservatory/competition!au, slow burn    ↪ pianist!mark, pianist!y/n ft. some nct members  WORD COUNT: 32k PROMPT: mark lee was a role model student, often praised for his amazing piano skills. he was your aspiration, someone you envied and someone you wanted to desperately stand beside when being handed the highest achieving awards. unfortunately, that was only something you could wish for.  WARNINGS: swearing, suggestion, themes of strict parenting mentioned     A/N: this fic is inspired by ‘melophile’ by thepencilnerd! some parts couldn’t have been as strong without the comment section to some of these pieces and the annotations used within the videos as well! the whole entire time i was writing this as well i thought of your lie in april and haikyuu (lmfao the competitiveness). on a more sentimental note, this piece will hold a very special place in my heart. it’ll be the last piece i’m releasing on this account and i’m proud to say that i was able to write piece… it was quite the ride. i hope you guys enjoy ♡

DISCLAIMER: this story is completely fictional. the characters displayed within this work does not reflect upon the human being themselves. this au is more descriptive heavy than dialogue. additionally, i, the author, has only gotten so far with piano lmfao. majority of the assignments/the routines of how the conservatory works is most likely very inaccurate and exaggerated for entertainment purposes. also it’s very cheesy LOL regardless, enjoy ! 

 mark lee. “brilliant genius; a well-accomplished young man,” was one of the many compliments you’ve heard him receive. his fingers flawlessly danced against the piano. the piece he was playing was intense, con fuoco would be the correct term to use within this context. you could picture the battle he was trying to portray, fire surrounding his entire entity and wanting to swallow him as a whole but he directs a cheerful fight with the widest grin he could possibly have. if you were to space out to the music, you imagined the large kingdoms with knights, attacking each other begrudgingly. his jaw was gritted, eyes sharply focused on the white and black instrument in front of him. his playing was always grandiose. mark never failed to take people’s breaths away whenever he played. he poured his soul into every piece he played as though it was his declaration to do so. 

 tchaikovsky: symphony no. 4- iv. finale: allegro con fuoco. a piece made for an orchestra yet mark had the audacity to create his own rearrangement for a solo pianist. you watched him with an abhorring grimace in your eyes. it wasn’t the fact he took a work of art made for a large array of musicians and accustomed the piece for just the piano that made you grip onto the seat with rage. nor was it the fact he was so confident that he wouldn’t be scored terribly on his personal work. mark didn’t play this piece as though he was a brave knight, sweating profoundly in his metal armor to serve his kingdom— no. he played as though he was the one sitting intently on his throne with his large fur mantle and smirking wickedly at the imaginary scene. 

 it was the fact that mark depicted the story he wanted to tell so beautifully through his playing that made your blood boil with despise. it had been like that since you two were children, anyways.

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『 angel! jacob inspired by carl von marr 』

símbolos & enfeites.

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kaomojis !!

ᐢ..ᐢ ૮ ・ﻌ・ა  ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა  ૮₍ ˃ࡇ˂ ₎ა  ૮ ・ﻌ・ა

૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა     ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა  ૮₍´｡• ᵕ •｡`₎ა   ₍ ੭ᐢ..ᐢ)੭♡

₍ᐢ˶• ˔ กᐢ₎   ꒰ ˵ • ˵ • ˵ ꒱   (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)     ᘏ▸◂ᘏ    

૮ / / / ก ა  ᐢ⸼⸼ᐢ ૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა    •᷄‎ࡇ•᷅   ૮₍｡´• ˕ •`｡₎ა

  ˃ᆺ ˂    ꒰ᐢ • ˕ • ᐢ꒱      ૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ აִ   ૮꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ა 

૮₍꜆꜄ ˃ ³ ˂ ₎ა    ૮₍ ⸝⸝´ ꒳ `⸝⸝ ₎ა  ૮₍⑅˶•▿•˶⑅₎ა  

꒰ ᐢ⸝⸝•༝•⸝⸝ᐢ ꒱     ૮ – ﻌ–ა ૮₍ ˵ • ꤮ ก ˵ ₎︎ა  

૮₍｡´ᴖ ˔ ᴖ`｡₎ა     ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა     (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)  •᷄ࡇ•᷅ 

'ㅅ'   ᵔᴗᵔ  ᴖ.ᴖ  ˃ᴗ˂   ᵔદᵔ     ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა⠀૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

૮ • ﻌ - ა  ૮・ﻌ・ა  ૮ • ᴥ • ა   ૮₍´ ˶ ｪ ˵ '₎ა 

૮₍ ⑅ ᐢ..ᐢ   ₎ა   ₍ ੭ᐢ..ᐢ)੭♡    ૮꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ა

(⃔っ •̤ ༝ •̤ c)⃕ ૮₍ ⸝⸝´ ꒳ '⸝⸝ ₎ა    •᷄ɞ•᷅  •́ ₃ •̀  •᷄ࡇ•᷅   ᴖ ᴈ ᴖ

  ˃̵ᴗ˂̵  ᵔᴗᵔ  ･᷄-･᷅  ˶ᵔ ꈊ ᵔ     (๑•̀ㅁ•́๑)  (ᯅ̈ )  (  ･᷄-･᷅ ) 

(๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑)  (◍´ᯅ `◍)     ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა    ૮₍ 𖦹 ˕ ×` ₎ა

  (｀_´)ゞ   ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)      ヾ(`ヘ´)ﾉ    (´-ㅅก`)    (੭˃̵ᴗ˂̵)੭

   ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶

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who gives a fuck about your pretty face when your heart is so fucking ugly

Right Person, Wrong Time | Huang Renjun

Pairing: Huang Renjun x Reader

Summary: Your high school sweetheart is back in town for one night only. He wants to get back together, but your heart is already taken…

Genre: Angst

Word count: 1.4k

Gif: @shuuvee​

“Look, you better get off your arse and start serving some customers or I’m out, girl,” Irene laughs.

She pulls a puffer jacket over her ‘Bo’s Burger’s’ T-shirt. She’s your only friend – but not for long it seems. The icy December breeze rattles around the battered burger van.

“Alright, Irene, jeez…”

Just then, you peer out of the van’s window and freeze. Your hand smacks silently against your mouth. “Renjun,” you whisper.

“Who’s Renjun?” Irene says, raising one perfect brow at you.

“Come on, Rene! Drop dead gorgeous Renjun – my first and only love Renjun – stupid, perfect, left me to go back to bloody China Renjun!”

Just then, Renjun turns his head. “What am I supposed to do?” you whisper, shaking Irene’s wrists in desperation.  

“Honestly, girl! Act natural for once.”

You don’t even have time to curse Irene for her useless advice. Renjun is already gazing expectantly up at you.

Your breath sticks in your throat.

This isn’t the schoolboy you loved. This is a young man, icy rose hair slicked back in the latest style. An athletic body hides under his snow-dusted Burberry coat.

“W-welcome to Bo’s burgers. May I take your order?” You choke out. Behind you, you hear Irene whisper, “I didn’t mean pretend not to know him natural!”

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10:18PM — yukhei’s eyes are shining when he spots your waiting figure backstage, adrenaline still running through his veins as the fans cheer. when the lights turn down low and the staff are sure you aren’t in the crowd’s line of sight, he wastes no time in rushing towards you and sweeping you off your feet.

“oh my gosh,” yukhei breathes out shakily after twirling you around, hands cupping your cheeks and squishing your face lightly, “are you really here? is this you? how? you told me—“

“i came to watch the show,” you grin, placing your tiny hands over yukhei’s larger ones, “i was in the crowd, but baekhyun must’ve recognised me because he told some staff to bring me up backstage when i separated from the crowd to ‘go to the toilet’. so here i am.”

“b-but, you told me you couldn’t come because of school and work—“ he stammers, but you laugh.

“how could i miss my baby’s debut stage? i came for your other two, so why wouldn’t i now?”

yukhei stares at you for a few more moments, eyes wide as he takes in the fact that you were actually here. when he does, his face breaks out into the widest smile and he takes you in his arms again.

“i’m so glad you’re here,” he says, voice muffled from where his face is buried in your hair. you turn your head to kiss the side of his neck affectionately. “did i make you proud? was i good onstage?”

“it was amazing,” you assure him, smiling brightly when he pulls away, but only to kiss your lips with a giddy grin on his face, “you were amazing, always.”

👻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. 

𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒚

𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕? - 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒂

"don't kill my vibe, that's a no no." you rapped as you strutted across the stage, making the cheers grow louder in volume. the fanchants that were shouted by all the fans, filled the stadium in which the award show was taking place.

as the camera panned over to haechan, he was caught mouthing the lyrics and dancing in his seat. realization struck him when he saw his face on the screen and the other idols laughing at his reaction to being on screen. at the same time, his group mates pretended to not know him making haechan wallow in embarrassment.

knowing that this moment would be added to his ever-growing list of proof that he was a girl group stan, he was abashed. he usually took pride in being one, but this time he knew that the rest of the dreamies would never be able to let him live it down and that made him regret his actions.

it was all worth it, as long as you knew that he was a fan of yours. someday, maybe his wish to have a collaboration with you might even be fulfilled. for now though, haechan would have to be satisfied with what he had. in the future, he would love to be friends with you but in the meantime, making sure that none of his band members teased him later was his priority.

𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 ©