[2:58pm] His hair’s a mess and there’s finger paint on his nose, but kindergarten teacher Jaehyun can’t stop smiling when he tells you all about his first day of work.
Interviewer: Would you say you’re independent?
NCT: *looks at Taeyong*
NCT: We would say so, yes
his smile is the cutest
Don’t you ever forget it
10:27 AM The scent of lavender fills the small bathroom as you prepare a warm bath. It has been a while since you did something nice for yourself, so pouring yourself a drink to enjoy in the water, seems like the right choice. Turning off the faucet suddenly makes the room go overly quiet. What breaks the silence is a soft voice from your phone speaker: “How is it baby? Did my advice help?” Your heart flutters and a faint blush spreads across your cheeks. “Yes Jungwoo. A bath is exactly what I need. Thank you for taking care of me, even when you are so far away.”
Planning 27/05 - 03/06
Monday 27 / 05
》 how it used to be chapter 1, Jungwoo x reader
Tuesday 28 / 05
》 blurbs / requests
Wednesday 29 / 05
》 blurbs / requests
Monday 03 / 06
》 One shot, Ten x reader enemies to lovers high school au
Requests are open so feel free to request anything!
leave every bottle as empty as my promises (pt.1)
doyoung x Y/N
“He had tried to hate you for this marriage. He had ignored all your sweet concerns for him. But it was getting harder to ignore you. He had slowly adjusted to your presence in his life, he had even grown to like it.”
A box artifact was thrown to the stone tiles, the priceless items shattering in all directions, metal splitters embedded themselves in your legs.
You flinched at the hot searing pain, tears threatening to roll down your cheeks.
“Please just let me go,” Your mouth was dry, your small voice.
The mask men that had roughly dragged you across the stone tiles, span around, an evil gleam shimmered in his eyes.
“Why are you doing this.”
Another punch rained down across your face, you tumbled backward unable to break your fall.
You sobbed, cursing the ropes that they had tied around your wrists.
Today had started out just like any ordinary day. You woke up a little late, hastily pulling back the covers. You made yourself a quick coffee and rushed off to your job at the museum’s linguist department. Everything had been so normal until you unlocked your office door.
Two masked men jumped out of nowhere, kicking you to the cold tiles before securing your wrists with fishing rope. One of the men searched violently around your office, chucking your papers around the room and slamming your draws open whilst the other masked man taunted you.
“Just tell me what you’re looking for and I’ll tell you where it is.”
Your pleas were met with no response.
The two men bickered to each other in Japanese. You shut your eyes, translating their words.
“There is nothing here, her grandfather must have hidden it somewhere else.”
“We have to kill her then, she’ll go straight to her grandfather and tip him off.”
Horrified, you opened your eyes to face your soon to be killers.
The man who had frantically searched your office yanked out his gun from his belt and aimed it in your direction.
“No, not yet.” The man who had taunted you ordered. “Let me have some fun with her first.” His hungry eyes scanned down your body.
You shook your head against the cold tiles. Please no.
He crept closer to you, each step bringing you agony.
Your chest felt like it would explode. Please, someone… anyone.
He was only a few footsteps away now. He began to unbuckle his belt in anticipation.
A dozen gunshots suddenly fired. The bullets hit one man in the neck and the other in head and torso. You stared at the horror unfolding in front of you, their lifeless bodies crumpling to the ground, blood oozing out of their gaping wounds.
You had never seen someone die before. You never thought in this lifetime you would.
“Hey,” A gentle voice, called for your attention.
He leaned down beside you, cupping your bruised cheek in one hand and your neck in the other. He carefully pulled up, resting you against his chest.
“It’s okay, everything is going to be okay now.”
Your shook in his arms, unable to control the stream from your eyes.
“Shhh, it’s okay.” He hushed into your matted hair, his thumb stroking delicately against the hollow of your cheek.
“Doyoung?” You whispered. It was the name on his military name tag.
“Yes, I’m here now.”
did I meme right…
Cotton, wind, blow, blouse
Hair, flower, aroma, scent
Cold, eyes, ice, dive
Touch, warm, melt, lips
- Taeyong , Baby don’t stop
mark: [sweating, nervous laughter] i’m not gay. haechan’s just a friend. he’s like my brother–