11 Works by echo (echoingrainfall)
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On the morning of the twenty-third of April, Jeno woke as he usually did. It was early enough that the burning orange glow of the sun was forcing its way through the curtains as it slowly carried itself above the horizon. Most of his mornings happened in the same way, even if there was something worth celebrating going on. He'd wake up, stretch, go to his kitchen, see Renjun sitting on his countertop, get something to eat and drink and then shower. Well, one of those things was actually completely out of the ordinary. Jeno choked on his own spit as soon as he saw it. He could have screamed, too, but he felt that his voice was stolen from him just like the air in his lungs had been. All he could do was blankly stare at Renjun, who sat with his ankles crossed and his knees jittering in anticipation.
or; It's Jeno's birthday in a few days, and he wants to spend it with Renjun. But when Renjun gets sick and is replaced with a look-alike, Jeno learns that his long-time crush has been hiding a big secret from the world.
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A bouquet of roses lay discarded on the tiny bedside table beside Renjun’s creaky single bed. “Another one, huh?” Chenle asked as he picked up his own chopsticks. He had sat at the tiny desk on his side of the room to eat. He pointed the chopsticks in Renjun’s direction. “Isn’t that the fourth bouquet this week?” His smile was teasing. Renjun huffed out a small laugh. “And it’s only Wednesday.” Chenle nodded in confirmation, scooping some fried rice into his mouth. “And it’s only Wednesday.” He echoed.
“I wish they would stop, honestly, but I feel bad about letting people down.” Renjun said honestly, frowning. With a hum, Chenle responded: “Well, would you rather let them down or lead them on?” The shorter man looked defeated.
or; Chenle's new college roommate is a mysterious and attractive man named Renjun. As soon as he arrives, his popularity sky rockets and Chenle wants to learn why Renjun seems to dislike the attention.
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“You’re Jeno, aren’t you?” He asked, showing his blinding grin to the taller man. For a moment, Jeno was stunned. He had spent a while casting small glances toward Renjun from afar, but had never found himself face to face with the other outside of their very minimal interactions every Friday at the restaurant. “The waiter from the restaurant?” He added, as if it wasn’t completely obvious what he meant. Though, the reason why he probably added that last bit was because Jeno was standing frozen in front of Renjun, trying his best to will his brain into moving his mouth to say something. “Yeah! – I mean – yes, that’s me! And you’re Renjun?” He nervously smiled, his eyes crinkling the way they always did.
Or; Jeno has been admiring Renjun from afar for a while, longing to meet him and get to know him.
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The chair that the creature was sitting in squealed as it shifted forward. Mark’s mouth went completely dry as its eyes were level with his. Shaking, Mark’s jaw hung open with a scream on his tongue. But it never came. Instead, somehow, he was able to utter a greeting. “Hi.” He breathed, almost going cross-eyed at how close the Thing was to him. Pleased, the monster smiled. Or, well, it did its best to form a smile. “Hello.” The Thing said with its angelic voice, the same voice that had been haunting Mark’s nightmares for the past few weeks. “We’ve known each other for a while now and yet I haven’t even introduced myself, how rude of me.” The creature tittered, its glaring red eyes sparkling with mirth. “My name is Donghyuck.”
“I’m—”
“Minhyung, I know. But, ah, you prefer Mark, don’t you?”
or; Mark's life gets turned upside down by an anxiety monster who calls himself Donghyuck.
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The first time Mark ever kissed a boy, he was eighteen and at a party to celebrate his graduation with all of the kids in his year. High school had passed by in a blur, like a fast forwarded movie that you just couldn’t pause. He remembered it all too well, he was hiding in the bathroom from the loud music and the sweaty bodies when another introverted boy pulled him into the last stall and locked the door in a frantic hurry. The boy, clearly drunk, must’ve mistaken Mark for somebody else – perhaps a hookup or a secret boyfriend – and kissed him square on the mouth without a moment’s hesitation.
Or; Mark has kissed boys before, but nobody has ever stuck around before. Not until Donghyuck enterd his life unnanounced.
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He waited… And he waited… And he waited. But nothing happened. Nobody came. Even an hour or so after the planned meet time, Jisung was still standing alone under the tree. Was this a cruel joke? Did he do something wrong? His first instinct was to check their group chat on his phone, but there were no signs of malice or upset in any of their previous messages from days ago. So what happened?
or; Jisung misses his friends so much that he finds himself drawn to an alternate world where his friends never have to leave him.
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It didn’t feel like he was being obvious though, and it wasn’t really his fault! Like how the rain inevitably falls to earth and how the stars eventually explode when their time comes to an end, Jisung’s attraction to Renjun felt so honest; so obvious.
Loving Renjun was just so easy.
Or; Jisung has been pining for Renjun for years now, and gets to dance in the rain with him.
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The feeling settled deep in the pit of his stomach, bubbling like an unruly sickness. A chill slithered up his spine like a venomous snake, its haunting chill causing his lip to quiver gently with fear. The taste in his mouth only got worse, strangely metallic like blood. That was strange, there was no way he was bleeding, right? That would just be weird. But the sicker he felt, the stronger the taste became, and the same chilling snake wrapped around him and squeezed him hard — emphasizing the the tightness of his clothes that he wished to be out of more and more as his eyes darted around, looking for something, anything to rid him of this nausea. He pushed himself further into the corner to maybe ground himself a bit; to stop whatever madness was coming over him. He gripped the table that was set up beside him, holding some sort of punch and some other random snacks Renjun had thrown together at the last second. He looked up to scan the room again.
And that’s when their eyes first met.
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The Acres Of The Walls, The Prairies Of The Floors by echo (echoingrainfall)
Fandoms: NCT (Band)
01 Oct 2023
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He cut through the tape that sealed old memories away from a fresh beginning and he peeled back the thick cardboard tabs to reveal something he didn’t think he had seen for at least 6 years. His mother had insisted that he brought this with him, and he was happy that he had allowed her to persuade him. The album was probably once a pristine white but after years of laying on the old bookshelf in the same lounge he used to cartwheel around to impress his older cousins, it had shown a bit of wear and the colour was no longer what he would consider “white”. It had a poorly glued on baby photo of him. The baby version of himself stared back at him with the twinkle of young curiosity. The pages parted with the crinkle of sticky plastic and a smile immediately graced his lips. His parents had been so delighted to have him in their lives that they had to take pictures of every little thing his baby self accomplished.
or; Renjun and Mark move in together, and Renjun looks back on his life before becoming Mark's fiance.
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Unlike most young adults his age, he disliked summer. It wasn’t because of the blue skies and the sun rays that graced the earth with their beauty that inevitably turned to an unbearable muggy heat; nor was it because of the pollen allergies that became ultimately worse as summer embraces everyone. It was actually because of something much worse. While his friends and acquaintances had fun camping together or traveling somewhere exotic or just generally having fun with one another, Renjun had to spend his vacation on some beachside resort in the middle of nowhere. Every year without fail, his parents took him and his younger cousin, Chenle, on the same trip to the same resort where they’d do the same thing.
or; Renjun doesn't like summer, but he does like looking at men and becoming helplessly attracted to them.
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He loosely recalled that he, Chenle, and Donghyuck had a conversation of the like. Chenle had said it when they spoke of spices. “Spiciness has to do with pain, not taste buds,” he had said. Those words echoed through Jisung’s mind now, where he sat outside of their house on the small section of grass that was their lawn. It was darker than when he first came outside, the stars above him twinkled prettily above him. “I didn’t know that pain could taste so bitter,” he whispered to himself.
or; Jisung has his first taste of pain.