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jisungsmochi · 3 years

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nct dream reaction - pissing you off

short little scenarios of you getting pissed off at the members and how they’d react

MARK:

tbh he wouldn’t even realise it was a proper argument until you raised your voice

he would be like 👁👄👁

he’s pretty clueless, so when he saw you storm off to your room he was like

“oh shit what did i do?”

would probably assume that you needed your space

so he’d brainstorm things to say once you were ready to talk to him again

would consider begging on his knees but didn’t want you to end up laughing at him or anything

he’d rethink over the situation and try and identify what he said/did

once you came out of your room, mark would be right infront of you

he barely gave you time to breathe before he blurts:

“i’m sorry that i was being an idiot before. i didn’t realise how insensitive i was”

you would almost forgive him in an instant i mean

he’s mark lee

but you would still explain to him how you felt, and mark would be all ears!

he’s definitely someone who wants to grow as a person

who learns from his mistakes

also never wants you to be mad at him, you were a bit scary hehe

RENJUN:

he can be a bit confrontational (i mean have you seen him rage at some of the members?)

so when he pisses you off, he would try and brushes it off as you being sensitive

but inside he knew he fucked up

depending on the situation, renjun would have a certain level of stubbornness

it prevented him from apologising first

he would try and speak to you like nothing happened the next day

but once you gave him to cold shoulder he was like

“oh no they didn’t”

is not the grovelling type but will definitely make his presence known to you

he would trail behind you throughout the apartment you shared

whether it be in the kitchen or in the living room, he needed you to look at him or atleast acknowledge he existed

eventually you were fed up with him always following you, so you snapped

once he heard the real reason you were upset, he immediately regretted it

quick to make it up to you tho

in any form of forgiveness you wanted!

this time it was in sweet treats from the local cafe

JENO:

he would rarely piss you off but in the case he does

he takes the situation really seriously

part of him wants to resolve it instantly

so he’d badger you until you snapped,

“i really don’t want you around me right now”

“but you need talk to me, we can’t be mad at eachother for long”

but honestly sometimes you just gotta work through things separately

so you distance yourself

he gets really worried, probably an over thinker

this leads him to slip into a phase of sadness himself

calls the older members to vent, wanting nothing more but to see you happy again

once you got over it, you’d see him curled up on his bed all weepy

“hey, i’m not mad anymore, we can talk it out”

he’d hold out his arms, begging you to hold him

you’d basically be the big spoon as you explain why you were upset with him

felt like an idiot after hearing it, opting to making it up to you by giving you plenty of kisses

HAECHAN:

could drive you insane sometimes

one day he takes one of his pranks too far and you just completely shut off from him

immediate silent treatment

ofc he doesn’t take it seriously, still trying to prank you / annoy you into talking to him again

but you stood your ground, the only words leaving your mouth were ‘leave me alone’

he knew he had to respect your space, but it didn’t stop him from feeling awful

he’d probably brainstorm ideas about how to get you to give him attention again

whether it was knocking on your door while cooing endearing pet names that you liked

or singing to you (he knew you loved whenever he sang hehe)

eventually you’d pull open the door and envelope him in a huge hug

“okay so now that we’ve made up, don’t tell the guys all this stuff i did for you okay? i’m gonna get teased!”

“uhhh too late, sent an audio message of you singing to me, to the group chat oops”

he would tackle you on the ground while pecking your cheeks

JAEMIN:

i see him getting mad at you for being mad at him

like he doesn't realise that he's being lowkey childish

he would let you have time to yourself, mainly also giving himself time to stop being mad at you lmao

he then realised that he may or may not have messed up

really doesn’t know if he should apologise asap or leave you be

the lovey dovey side of jaemin wants to cuddle you and kiss you and mumble apologises over and over

but right now he wasn’t sure if that’s what you wanted

goes through a midlife crisis honestly

tries to talk to you a few times but you’d just mumble back to him or just shrug it off

he eventually was like, nope enough

barges into your room, walks right over to you and says

“i’m sorry okay? i’m really freaking sorry now please stop being sad, my heart aches”

you’d look up at him, softly pouting which only added to his guilt

but as soon as he stepped closer to you, and you saw how apologetic he was

you could hold up the act anymore

he engulfed you into a warm hug, mumbling

“my baby can’t be mad at me, right? you love me too much, and i love you even more”

would pepper you with kisses and stay by your side for the rest of the day

CHENLE:

doesn’t realise you’re actually pissed off

honestly thinks you’re just trying to be all petty

until you refuse a hug from him, that’s when he’s like ‘oh fuck’

chenle wasn’t overly affectionate with you, so when you denied his hug, he knew something was up

becomes a clueless baby

really doesn’t know how to get you to talk to him again

considers asking the other members for advice but he’s got trust issues with them lmao

he just waits it out, probably tries to google some advice oop

but you don’t stay too mad for long so when you see him again

he’s sitting on the couch, head in hands, softly scolding himself for making you mad

you just go up to him and attack him with a hug

you both have a long talk about what to do if the other person is mad

after you’d watch movies while cuddling hehe

JISUNG:

god deadass the others would have to spell out that you were mad at him

once you stormed out of the room during a group hang out, jisung shrugged it off

jeno: “uhh dude aren’t you going to ask if they’re okay?”

jisung: “wdym, they just went to the toilet?”

jaemin: “my god, do we have to tell you everything?”

he walked to his bedroom where you were seated on his bed

he was about to walk in before you rushed to close the door but he stopped it before you could

“you seem mad, are you okay?”

“no i’m not, jisung. i would like some space”

he goes back to the others, really worried at this point

he knew he needed to make sure you were good before he could even consider going on with the rest of the day

eventually the rest leave

he knocks on the door repeatedly, waiting for a response

you open the door slightly, hiding your face

“i-i’m sorry that i upset you, please talk to me, i can’t leave you sad” he pouts

you pull him into the room, burying yourself into his chest as he slowly hugged you back

“it’s okay, i just needed time to calm down, sung.”

you both sat on the bed together, going over the events that led to what made you mad

jisung appreciated how you explained it to him, he just liked the fact you were talking to him again :)

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mistymark · 4 years

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nct dream as kids in my zoom classes (semester 2 edition)

renjun

left a class half way through because his pet snake pooped on him :(

sends really cute doodles to the unit group chat and everyone comments on how good they are

oh one time he pretended his snake was choking him on and then freaked out when he realised the class was being recorded

keeps changing his name in the corner of his photo to his snake’s name, even after the lecturer changes it back (and smiles like :D the entire time)

jeno

has like 20 anonymous love letters addressed to him every week and you text them to him every single time (he doesnt see them otherwise)

the only one that can recognise the lecturer’s movie-scene virtual background every week

pretty sure the entire biology department has a crush on him :/

sends you reminders to do quizzes and projects before the deadline which is sweet :)

donghyuck

you can literally see him looking at his phone the whole time during zoom meetings, doesn't even try to hide it

is about 15 lectures behind and you’re only in week 5 like come on, dude

types shit into the group project google doc that you have to edit out later but he also does the most work so you can’t be too hard on him

sets his virtual background to different memes every class (and then types references into the chat)

jaemin

is a top fan on facebook pages for unis he doesn’t even go to

sends messages like “I hope everyone is having a good day!” and “the weather is so nice today” into zoom class chats

drinks during late-night group project meetings lmao

when no one talks in a breakout room, he shares his audio so everyone can listen to his music and have a good time to ease the tension ahah

chenle

*looking at images of bugs* *types in zoom class group chat* hehe long boi

hasn’t done the readings for four weeks and then gets confused by the content quizzes because “we didn’t learn this wtf”

he’s in group chats for courses he’s not even enrolled in like wtf are you doing here

sends good memes tho so no one’s kicked him out

jisung

only turns his camera on if the rest of the class does

gets rly nervous when he has to speak over zoom but all the girls are obsessed with his voice for some reason

he once made a joke and everyone laughed so hard that he blushed

finally comes out of his shell after like 8 weeks of working on your group project and he's an absolute gem

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hyuniepot · 3 years

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the butterfly effect. || chapter 7 (finale)

chapter word count || 2,333

genre || thriller, angst, drama

members || mark lee, na jaemin, lee jeno, huang renjun, lee donghyuck, zhong chenle, park jisung

warnings || mentions of death, implications of depression

pairing || fem!reader x jaemin || slight fem!reader x mark

synopsis || you never thought you’d be able to play with fate so easily, especially not through some shady app. but you suddenly must say goodbye to what you know and hello to a new world where everything seems perfect.

taglist || @gothboyjisung @jeongyoonohs @doiewonu @huanginjoon @wordsgodeep @colpen

previous chapter

[6:30 a.m.]

Your eyes flutter open to the sound of your alarm. You recognize your old room immediately. You don’t know what to feel; Your first reaction was to lay in your bed, staring aimlessly at nothing.

You finally snap back to reality when you realize your alarm has been going off for minutes now. You turn it off and sit up, catching a glance at yourself in the mirror. Your dark circles had returned, however, they didn’t look as bad as you remembered them.

You had fallen asleep in yesterday’s clothes. You slowly put your hand in your pocket, relief filling your body when you feel the smooth plastic of the polaroid photos still there. You can’t bring yourself to look at them — and frankly, you don’t want to yet — so you open your bookbag and shove them in. You pull out your phone.

It’s September 6th. Not the 18th, like it should be. Which means you weren’t even gone at all in this universe. You wonder if Mark will wake up on the 6th too, without a single memory of the past week and a half.

You try not to think about it. You unlock your phone. The ButterFly app is gone. Out of curiosity, you go to the app store and search it up. It’s gone.

You open Instagram. There’s no ads for it. The Instagram account that had advertised it was gone. It was the same on Twitter. You search the app on Google. There’s no results.

You sit back down on your bed, putting your phone down and running your hands through your hair. Your head was already hurting from confusion. You sit there for a few moments before picking your phone back up and looking at your contacts.

Everyone was back. Jaemin, Jiwoo, Jeno, Renjun, everyone. You stand up and run downstairs, looking for Jisung. You make your way to the living room and spot him on the couch, watching TV, already in his school uniform.

You can’t even bring yourself to cry. You don’t have the energy. You want to speak, but you don’t know what to say.

He must have heard you enter the kitchen. “Good morning.” his voice is quiet, no emotion.

“Good morning.” you choke out.

You’re overwhelmed. You exit the kitchen and return to your room, throwing on your uniform and making yourself look presentable before you make your way back downstairs. You enter the living room again and sit next to Jisung on the couch.

You take a deep breath. “So… how are you?”

Jisung looks at you with a confused expression on his face. “Fine.”

You nod. “Good… good.” You look at the TV, trying to muster up the courage to speak. “Can we talk?”

Jisung sighs. “About what?”

You shift uncomfortably in your seat. “I mean… if you’re ever feeling down… you know you can talk to me, right?”

“Yeah.” Jisung turns his head towards you.

“So… is there anything… troubling you?” you ask.

Jisung pauses for a moment. “No, not really.”

Your shoulders dropped. Talking to him was useless. But you knew you couldn’t give up. “Jisung… I know things aren’t the best sometimes. Trust me, I know. And when I was your age I wished I had someone I could talk to, and I just want you to know that I can be that person for you. I’m your sister. You can trust me.” you tell him.

He stares at you for a few moments. “I know that.” he grabs the TV remote and turns the TV off. “But… even if I do talk to you, does it really change anything?”

“There’s always a chance,” you reply, just happy that he was finally talking. You realize he sounds exactly how you did when you spoke to Mark just the day before.

He gets up from his seat and starts walking out of the room. You jump up and follow him. “I don’t know everything, of course, but I might have some advice up my sleeve.”

You follow him into the kitchen. “We should get going.” Jisung tells you.

You sigh. Any progress is still progress, right?

It was time to remember your normal routine; You and Jisung walked to the bus stop together. Jisung would meet up with Chenle there and walk with him to school while you took the bus with Jaemin; your school wasn’t far away from home, but Jaemin lived farther away so he took the bus.

It’s silent on your walk to the bus stop -- just how you remember it.

When you reach the bus stop, Chenle is already there. He smiles. “Hey Jisung, hey (y/n).”

You nod. “Hi Chenle. Have a good day, okay? Both of you.”

“Will do!” Chenle is as energetic as usual. Jisung just nods. You watch the two walk away.

You stand idly, waiting for the bus to arrive. Your heart pounded at the thought of seeing Jaemin. The bus comes into your view. You feel so nervous you get lightheaded.

The bus stops and everyone waiting files on; You made sure you were last. Jaemin would have a seat reserved for you anyways.

Jaemin looked how he normally did. Hair messy, completely occupied by something else — but he was so beautiful. You hated that you had taken his beauty for granted, and his love. You slowly make your way to the seat he was sitting in.

He looks up, a smile decorating his face the moment he catches a glimpse of you. He waves and picks up his backpack so you would have room to sit. “Hi, baby.”

You sit down next to him and immediately wrap your arms around him, not caring if the other passengers rolled their eyes at the PDA.

“Oh, woah,” Jaemin chuckles. He hugs you back. “Good morning? This is different.”

You smile. “Good morning… I’m sorry,” you say, letting go of him. “I just… really missed you.”

He giggles. “I’m glad, but it’s been less than 12 hours since we talked last,” he kisses your forehead. “Have you finally reached Na Jaemin levels of being whipped?” he asks.

You playfully hit his shoulder. “Shut up, I’ll never be as bad as you.”

He covers your face in small kisses. “Oh really?”

“Yes, really,” you laugh. “Now stop it.”

He leans back in his seat. “Fine. Only because you asked.”

The laughter fades and you’re left with an empty feeling. You can’t exactly describe it — you feel overjoyed to have Jaemin back, but you almost feel guilty as well. Guilty that you were happy without Mark.

You grab onto Jaemin’s hand, and your heart skips a beat when he gives your hand a squeeze. You spend the rest of the ride to school just enjoying his company.

School itself didn’t feel too different. It was the one constant thing despite what universe you were in. You would once again have to adjust to your old schedule.

“There’s my two favorite love birds,” a voice says.

You turn your head to see Hyuck, looking happier than ever. Jaemin moves away from you to let Hyuck walk in between you both. “Good morning, Hyuck,” he says.

“Good morning!” he replies, beaming. “I couldn’t say it was a good one, until I talked to my two best friends,” Hyuck coos.

“You are so gross.” you reply, chuckling. Although you had spent the past week with Hyuck, it almost felt like he was gone too. Talking with him like this felt so right.

You finally reach your locker; Hyuck would’ve turned down a hallway at some point, but you knew he wanted to talk to you. “What? It’s true,” Hyuck says. “I haven’t seen Jeno or Renjun yet, so maybe it isn’t a good morning…”

“Babe,” Jaemin says, catching your attention. “I’ll see you later, okay?” he kisses your cheek.

“I’ll see you. I love you,” you reply, a soft smile plastered on your face.

“I love you too,” Jaemin walks away and you turn back to where Hyuck stands.

“So… are… we back?” he asks, quietly.

You nod. “I think we are.”

Hyuck sighs. “I’m glad you came back. And again, I’m sorry. Really,” he tells you.

“Hyuck,” you start. “It’s okay. I’m glad you told me we could come back because it made me realize… well, a lot.” you open your locker, putting your bookbag inside it before unzipping the pocket you had put the photos in. “I can’t rely on Mark for my happiness. I have to find it by myself,” you say. “I can’t spend the rest of my life mourning his death, grieving, being miserable… I have to move on. I know that’s what he would want. You know how pissed he’d be if he found out how miserable I was?” you ask, chuckling.

Hyuck smiles. “You’re right. But… it just sucks to think about all of it.” he says, scratching the back of his neck.

“I’m just glad to be back,” you admit. “I miss Mark, but… our cover would have gotten blown at some point. There’s no way we could keep living there without him getting suspicious,”

Hyuck nods. “I want to hug you so bad… but I’ll wait until I get the chance. I don’t need someone starting a rumor you’re cheating on Jaemin or something.” he teases.

You chuckle. “Good idea.”

“I’ll see you later, (y/n).” Hyuck says, starting his walk down the hallway.

You nod towards him before he’s lost in a sea of students.

You turn your attention back towards your book bag, reaching your hand into the pocket you unzipped and feeling around for the photos; It isn’t long before you find them and pull them out.

Already, the sight of them takes your breath away. You shuffle through them. Everytime you see Mark’s face, your heart breaks just a bit more. You sigh and hold the photo of Mark playing guitar close to your chest.

Leaving a universe of your happiness behind hurt more than anything. But no matter how you thought about things, it seemed like the right choice. Everything happens for a reason, right?

You still didn’t understand why your best friend had to be taken away so soon. You were thankful for the days where you learned about what could have been although it was painful.

Whether Mark remembered everything or not, you were thankful you finally felt like you got to say goodbye. Leaving after being able to tell him how much you loved him was everything you wanted. At least, for a brief moment, it felt like the loose ends had been tied.

Now, you wanted to focus on fully healing. You no longer dreaded the thought of it. You wanted to be happy.

You put the photo back in your book bag, grabbing your books for your first class and shutting your locker.

If Hyuck was correct, your memories with Mark would start to fade. The thought scared you at first, but you knew it would be better than remembering everything. All the memories you had of Mark were fading; having a few new ones for a while wouldn’t hurt.

There was no place for you in Mark’s universe. It hurt, but you knew it was true. You never thought you’d be okay without him, but even being with him for one more week changed your outlook on life. You were ready to take a hold of your life and change it for the better. Of course it was Mark who made you realize that.

Even though he was gone, he never stopped being your guiding light.

[6:59 p.m.]

“How shitty of us,” Hyuck says, sitting down on the ground. He grabs the old flowers in front of Mark’s gravestone. “It’s been so long since we were here last, the flowers are all wilted.”

“I don’t think that’s it,” you say, sitting down next to him. “It’s summertime. The sun probably sped up the process. We were here for his birthday, remember?”

Going to the cemetery after school wasn’t exactly your ideal way of spending time with Hyuck, but it was something you both did often. You both decided to grab food and head to the cemetery to speak with Mark, almost as a way to close this crazy chapter of your lives.

“You’re not gonna believe what we went through,” Hyuck laughs, putting a hand on the stone. “You’d never believe us, anyways.”

You smile. “I don’t think anyone would.”

The sun was starting to set, illuminating the gravestones. You’d never say it out loud, but you always think about Mark when things like that happen; when the sun shows it’s beauty.

Hyuck sighs. “I feel like I can’t even say I miss him. I just saw him a few days ago.” his voice trembles, tears threatening to spill out from his eyes.

You still couldn’t wrap your mind around what happened, where you were taken after sending that message.

“It’s okay.” you tell Hyuck. Your eyes were burning from incoming tears, too; There were few things you hated more than seeing your friends cry . “It’s okay to miss him…” Maybe the realization that you would never see Mark again was setting in.

“You’re right.” Hyuck says softly. He clears his throat. “I think… If we ever miss him, we should just come here and talk to him. We shouldn’t try and change our fates.” he laughs through his tears.

You laugh as well, wiping your eyes as Hyuck wraps an arm around your shoulder. “No matter what, it’ll always be the three of us.” he says.

You nod. He was right — just because Mark isn’t here doesn’t mean you have to forget his existence. He’ll always be in your heart. For the first time, in the correct universe, you feel happy. You know now that you don’t want to leave it behind.

You make a vow to never, ever mess with The Butterfly Effect ever again.

a/n:

well.... its over AAAAA

i hope u guys like the ending,,, i think ending fics is where im the most insecure, i dont wanna leave anyone feeling unsatisfied so i hope its okay! and thank you guys so much for all the love you guys have given this story, i’m so happy people are enjoying it. any amount of support means the absolute world to me so thank you guys so much! i plan to be back soon with Regularly Programmed Material. much love! <3

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nanasarea · 4 years

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Huang Renjun as your idol bf

Genre: fluff

Pairing: renjun x idol!reader

Request: could I request renjun? + can you do idol renjun as you’re bf? + can you do it for renjun? (triple request, it’s what he would have wanted)

Word count: 1225 (i had to stop myself or else this would have been 5k)

a/n: we know I don’t proofread at this point so.....

Haechan / Yuta / Mark / Jeno / Jaemin / Chenle / Jisung

Your schedules overlapped

you were at music core

and when renjun lost a dare

he had to go outside and sing his iconic voice crack

he felt embarrassed

but you couldn’t help but laugh

and since jeno knew of renjun’s crush

and he was next to you when you laughed

he was like “i’m gonna be such a good wingman”

so he was like

“his voice crack is funny, but wait till you see his horrible attempts at comedy”

r.i.p

lee jeno

2000-2020

but it got you to talk to him so

it worked

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

so you ended up taking him up on his offer

“to show you his horrible attempts at comedy over a drink”

and so you went

sm said no

but renjun bullied them into saying yes

i mean

he insisted

normalize bullying sm 2020

anyway

the media knew abt your relationship

before you two did

bu are you surprised

i mean the man does what he wants

if he wants to kiss you in public before you’re even offical

so be it

he knows what he wants

and he shall get it

with consent of course

now onto the relationship itself

you soon realize jeno wasn’t kidding

sometimes his attempts really were horrible

sometimes they were really funny tho

you never knew which one you were gonna get

he likes to be unpredictable like that

buys you moomin merch

but like matching merch

only matching

bc if not, it’s all his

acts like he would sell you for a bag of expired doritos

but is actually madly in love with you

kisses your forehead and tucks you in

without knowing you weren’t asleep

so when you bring it up

he’s like

“waaaaat no i was just ....”

and then runs away

literally never a dull moment

something tells me he would sneak out of the dorms at like 2am

to drag you to watch the stars

and discuss alien life

or another conspiracy theory

or one of his “do sunflowers turn themselves to face the sun?” questions

or he just blurts out something that makes you have to google the answer

would bet on it beforehand tho

it always ends in existential crisis

speaking of bets

call it a hunch,

but this boy would bet on everything

just so at the end, he could hear

“you were right”

he dresses up for you

and the dreamies tease him

like that one time he tucked his shirt into his pants

and the dreamies were OI RENJUN~

on the topic of dreamies being brats

you join them

of course you do

they love you for it

he doesn’t hesitate to beat all your asses tho

he ends up choking you as a joke

and you jokingly moan

and say “harder, daddy”

and now he has discovered some new kinks

I’m sorry I had to include that, i had a dream abt that once so

but i mean

are we surprised?

he may be tiny

but he’s an aries

and a scorpio moon

what do you expect

he also draws for you a lot

draws you a lot too

like a lot

has a whole sketch book

just for his drawings of you

and for you

it ends up filling up in less than a month

but in his defense,

HE JUST LIKES DRAWING PRETTY THINGS OKAY

also

the type of person to be cheesy but like

only around you

when you’re in public

and you do something cheesy,

he fake vomits

but in private,

he’ll be looking for something

“ren, what are you looking for?”

“my will to live”

*turns around and looks at you*

“nevermind, found it”

the first time he said something like this

you were convinced he finally got abducted by aliens

for talking about them so much

that they had to like switch him out with a fake renjun

but no, it was renjun

a very soft renjun

who is now very whipped and comfortable with you

teases you so much tho

like I’m not saying he would roast you 6 times daily

but that’s exactly what I’m saying

we love a sassy icon

but it’s okay, you do the same

but will square up whenever someone else does it

even you

“no one makes fun of y/n!”

y/n: haha look at how weird i look in this photo

renjun: square up, sweetheart

talks bout his day with you every night before bed

“so since chenle said the only food that can make him cry are onions, i threw a watermelon at him”

“i told jeno i knew he snuck out last night so he played dumb, a bit too dumb, because his response was “who’s jeno?”...i live with these people...”

“i should have stayed in china”

speaking of china, you ask him to teach you some phrases

and his reaction was

“me? huang renjun? the man with a never-ending identity crisis?”

he does it anyway

he teaches you so well that you end up speaking Chinese for when you do group activities

“introduce your group in Chinese, please”

*all members look at you*

and he ends up teaching you only bc he’s whipped

you’re the only person who’s allowed to go to the moon with him when he wins the lottery

you walk into him laying on the floor

“lemme guess, you want everyone to disappear?”

“no, you can stay....sicheng can visit on the weekends, but that’s it.”

speaking of wayv,

they are now your brothers-in-law

they treat you like you’re one big family

bc you are

so like for your bday,

he only texts you hbd,

but when he actually sees you,

he ends up giving you like this one big speech about how lucky he is to have you

you cry

he cries

you both cry

your date nights are decided by rock, paper, scissors

no, i am not joking

whoever wins, gets to pick the movie, the food, so on

so let’s say you hang out with yangyang

you go shopping together

and then you tell renjun about your day

and he’s like

“let’s not change the subject.”

“what’s the subject?”

“me”

of course he’s jealous

he’s an aries

with a scorpio moon

again, what do you expect

he does however love that you get along with his friends

also, I’m not implying that you have “short king anthem” as his ringtone or anything

but you totally do

because he’s 5 foot something and he indeed is royalty

short king renjun rise

but also have i mentioned you’re the only one who can calm him down

like jeno’s instinct is to call you when renjun gets like extremely sad or angry

you’re there in less than 5

obviously

fuck dance practice

renjun is more important

he does the same for you

i feel like he’d be so good at comforting

like i can’t explain it

but he just gives the vibe

also i know we talk abt photographer na

like a lot

but PHOTOGRAPHER HUANG

like he’s so talented in literally everything he does

renjun best boy(friend)

renjun ace

and whenever you compliment him

he gets so flustered

he is now the exact shade of a firetruck

but he will quickly cover it up

with something cocky like

“of course I am, I’m renjun”

to wrap this up, renjun is the best boyfriend and you both know it.

renjun > everyone else

convince me otherwise, I DARE YOU (spoiler: you can’t)

tag list: @soleilchannie

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4dtk · 4 years

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Yellow

Pairing: Blind!Jaemin x Florist!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Humour (a teeny bit) / Soulmate!AU where you see colours when you meet eyes with your soulmate

Warnings: Mentions of a car accident, (might be) inaccurate depictions of corneal blindness although I googled

Word Count: 5k

A/N: This work is fictional and I do not wish for any of the incidents here to happen to the boys in real life. If you are uncomfortable with reading this, please don’t hesitate to scroll past! This is a little longer and different than what I usually write too, so I hope it’s okay! I realise I didn’t really utilise the reader as a florist that much either, so apologies for that! I made a playlist for this fic too, it can be found here.

Jaemin was confused, for himself, for his soulmate, for his parents. He didn’t expect any of it when the blood runs from his head and nose, when he hears the distant wailing of an ambulance and smells the pungent odour of smoke rising from the crashed vehicle.

His eyes felt blocked but weighed light at the same time, like a fluid that’s been spread over his pupils like ointment.

Jaemin’s body lay motionless while the male attempts to peek around the accident, observing the bent metal near his injured leg and the airbag supporting his manager’s limp body.

Was he dead? It was nerve-wrecking, even when he wasn’t the one leaning over the white inflatable object; weirdly, his heart felt heavy when he noticed no movement from the man who took care of him since day one.

The man who checked on Jaemin when he’d fall down from riding the hoverboard too fast or when he pulled a nerve doing the ‘Boom’ choreography—his manager who’s there to tell him to wear his cap tightly over his head before going live with Haechan and Renjun.

It was something he remembered when he felt paramedics lift his body up onto a stretcher, recalling on when they’d laugh about it when the live ended.

Jaemin was told to regulate his breathing in the ambulance, having no choice to hope that his manager is in good hands as he follows the paramedic on duty.

He had no strength to even ask if the other was doing okay, unable to get the sight of blood staining and tainting the airbag, out of his mind.

He doesn’t think much of it, perhaps even enjoying the light feeling in his lungs and the pain in his leg reaching the maximum that his nerves turn numb.

When he hears and feels the rush of the hospital staff, however, Jaemin realises it might be worse than it actually is.

There’s a faint shout of a doctor to a nurse, and he loses all grip on his senses after, succumbing to the metallic, disinfectant smell of the hospital which he hasn’t inhaled since the start of his year-long hiatus.

“Damn, My First and Last sounds so good, hyung!” Jaemin gushes over the FaceTime with Mark, the older offering a small smile and a story that happened when they were filming the music video. It was unfortunate that Jaemin had injured his spine so close to the comeback date, but could anyone blame him for how hard he worked?

Jeno promised to show him the move he was practicing before getting the peculiar feeling in his spine and the youngest ensured that they’ll try the ‘pulling’ move on the floor where they grabbed each other’s feet.

Jaemin could feel their love, even now, as he hears Renjun’s reaction and Jeno’s voice booming over the phone. There’s a fuss over the line before it goes dead, mind drifting off as his head begins to hurt more and the feeling in his leg starts to come back.

With a team of surgeons now preparing for their new patient, Jaemin struggles to hold on to the nurse’s hand, urgency thick in the air until his ears is met with an unfamiliar voice. He lets the doctor talk to him, placing his bets on his deteriorating senses.

The members scramble to grab their things, moments of scurrying and ducking under the other’s arms, passing their manager whatever Jaemin may need in the hospital, showing their natural teamwork even off stage.

All of them pile into the car, tension lingering between the members, no one brave enough to address the elephant in the room as Jisung struggles to hold in his tears. Collectively, they worry about their member on the way to the hospital, supporting each other silently as they always have since debut.

Jeno shoots a quick text to Doyoung, informing him of the situation and the 127 members are rushing, now, as well.

“A few. Only a few of us should go.”

“Why?” Doyoung shoots back at Taeyong. As much as the leader ached to tag along, there was the current pandemic going on. The government encouraged their people to stay home unless necessary, but the youngest couldn’t let his friend suffer alone.

Haechan cuts in with a sharp tone, voice wavering just a little. “I’ll go. Let me go, hyung, please.”

Taeyong gives a shaky nod, head dipping and eyes focusing on the floor as Doyoung and Haechan leave the dorm, but not before dragging Mark who was glued to the floor at the news.

Kun’s concerned texts distract Doyoung from the problem at hand momentarily, though the oldest still grapples with the terrifying scenarios playing in his mind, laying either hand on the two trembling members.

As both groups make their way to the hospital, Jaemin remains unconscious from anaesthesia, not knowing of the panic across NCT as a whole. The chaos everyone felt contrasted with his feeling of peace on the operating table, mind drifting to thoughts of meeting his soulmate.

The thoughts of seeing colour seep into his life as he found the person of his dreams. The background would fade around them as he focused only on them, the wide smile they would don as the emerging colours added to the moment.

Jaemin’s confusion surged to an all time high when he had gained consciousness with a blur to his vision. It was glitched and unusual, the familiar black and white fading in and out.

All he could concentrate on was his soulmate. What were they doing? Did they know he’d been hurt so badly? What if he couldn’t find ‘The One’?

The questions swirled his head with the seconds ticking by, black and white fading to just black for a moment before bouncing back to the greyscale colour palette.

Within the next minute, or what felt like one, Jaemin was in his ward, the members awaiting any news from the doctor. As he makes his way out of the operating room after clean-up, he retracts from the amount of people staring back at him with hopeful eyes.

“I’ll talk to one of you. Ensure safe distancing, boys.” Chenle looks to his hyung, Renjun, who just sighs and rolls his eyes, taking a seat to calm his nerves as Doyoung stepped up to talk to the doctor.

The doctor takes a big gulp before speaking, prompting the oldest’s eyes to snap down to his name tag on his stark white coat.

Dr. Na. What a coincidence he’d have the same surname as Jaemin.

“I’m… afraid the car crash might’ve done a number on his head. There’s-“

The familiar rush of sirens causes the doctor cut his sentence short, though it catches Doyoung by surprise at how loud the sirens appeared to be.

“Mr. Na suffered a blow to the brain which controls his vision. The force of the crash punctured his retina and when theres a tear present, fluid can pass through, spreading between the retina and the eye’s back wall.”

Doyoung is quick to ask a question, but retracts at the hand of the doctor, watching how he removes the skin-tight gloves with caution.

“It’s… lucky that we got him here on time, but because he fell on his right, the retina might have detached faster than we expected; the left, not so much. If the rush to the hospital was a little slower, there might have been more damage to both his eyes.”

The other’s breath stops at this.

The doctor senses the shock residing in Doyoung’s body, escaping through his facial expression in short breaths.

“The other surgeons are getting him into a stable state, currently. I’m in their team and is just here to convey his condition—the main doctor who will take over his case will be the one talking to you later.”

“As lucky as Mr. Na is to have lived, you should let the boy rest for now. When he does wake up, notify one of the nurses. They might have to guide him through words as we are unsure of the state of his vision.”

Doyoung swallows the inquiring questions he had on the tip of his tongue, nodding along to the instructions before seeing the other’s figure disappear into the ward. A nurse emerges from the operating room with something in hand, following the doctor into the ward with the object.

“Jaemin’s in stable condition.” Doyoung mutters quietly, hopefully loud enough for the others to hear since he wasn’t looking forward to the next thing.

“But…?” Haechan stepped forward, seeking answers and clutching onto the other’s arm. Doyoung didn’t seem to mind, even when the squeeze was starting to hurt.

“The doctors are unsure of how his vision will turn out; there’s a possibility he-“ The silence broke when Jisung sinks into Jeno’s side, body shaking with quiet sobs. The older comforts him while Doyoung still struggles to get the next words out.

“What is it, hyung? Say it out, please!” His heart broke, seeing the younger one be like this. Haechan was always cheerful when he was in the dorm, clinging onto Taeil while annoying the hell out of the Doyoung. It was in their nature to bicker, but when he was begging right in front of him for the news of his friend, he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“Mr. Na is stable. Come in with caution, please.” Doyoung felt selfish as he thanked the interruption, not wanting to be the person to break the news.

The boys enter quietly, not wanting to startle Jaemin, if he was even awake.

They watch the bed Jaemin was on without words, some staring off into space while Doyoung observes the steady breathing of the boy. It was calming to see him at least cleaned of the blood, the images circling the internet plaguing Doyoung’s mind.

He was sure the fans were already informed of the accident. Lost and adrift, Doyoung hopes he can address and reassure them about the incident soon, placing his hopes that Jaemin was well even if he hasn’t woken up.

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“Don’t forget to bring in the roses, we went a week without them and I don’t think I can deal with any more fussy customers.”

Being a florist while you haven’t found your soulmate was hard. You found it especially hard when you needed to arrange flowers for banquets and customers—there were colours you hadn’t learned to see and wondered if they matched each other when you started out on arranging.

You’ve learnt that there can be a handful of colour combinations, thankful for your mother who was patient enough to tell you the colour of each flower you pointed out.

“When do you think I’ll find him? Or her?”

Your mother shrugs as she snipped off the stem of a flower, throwing it away before washing her hands.

“Could be any time soon.” She whispers, inspecting the daisy she had in a hand, the yellow in the middle standing out.

Whilst she could enjoy the colours of the vibrant shop, you were still stumbling over various flowers that looked the same. Without the labels on the boxes, you might’ve had more trouble than you already had.

“You really think so?”

Your mother nods with a smile, handing you the daisy in her hand. “You’ll be asking me about colours very soon, I’m positive.”

There’s a small smile on your face at her answer, walking around the shop to check on the flowers as the crowd had died down.

You first discovered what your mother did for a living when you stumbled down from upstairs with a flu, finding hard to rest when the shop downstairs was so noisy.

It was a day before the fourteenth in February, not understanding why the place was full of schoolgirls (and boys). There were a few other older patrons, who struggled to keep their cool in the disoriented mess of the area.

Your mother handled it like a champ, with your dad occasionally coming out to help. Other than that, he’d stay out back, cleaning the flowers and making sure they look presentable.

The shipments were hours late—usually they would arrive at night the day before, so your parents could take care of the flowers before the shop opened at 9am the next day.

Black and white was something you were used to at seven years old. You assumed the world worked that way, though you don’t miss the way your mother would always ask if there was anything you were curious about.

“Dad? Do you need any help?”

He shoots a small smile, messing up your bed hair even further. “No, it’s okay. Go upstairs and rest, I’m sorry that the shop is so noisy. That’s why you came down, isn’t it?”

You nod your head, peeking around to see your mom scurrying from the cash register to the customers, her feet never resting from the busy crowd outside shooting flowers and colours, left and right.

Asters, Orchids, Bellflowers, Poppies were flowers at the top of your head when your mom asked you about the flowers you knew, but those other words the customers had shouted out still felt unfamiliar on your tongue.

“Ye-llow…?” You mumbled, looking up at your mother one weekend at twelve years old.

“Yeah, just like that. I’ve drawn suns with a yellow crayon. There are bananas and taxis as well. Do you remember sunflowers?”

“The TV show or the flower?”

Your mother grins at that, “the flower.” You nod enthusiastically, cleaning up the papers and stationary you used for your homework.

“Sunflowers are yellow, too.” A large flower comes into view, with pointy petals and a fuzzy middle.

To you, it seemed like a boring painting of black and white, but the way your mom described it made it seem like it was the most beautiful thing (“After roses, of course,” she’d say.)

“Yellow is the colour of warmth and positivity. It can feel like two different things, a comforting hug and… a laugh, perhaps.”

Your head tilted as she continued to explain the colour, giving you an exaggerated shrug when she reached the extremes of her explanation.

“It’s hard to explain colours, hun. I’ll try my best, but the feeling when you experience it for yourself? Wow. I hope you’ll have that feeling in years to come.”

And so, at twenty years old, you were going to, soon, but not in the way you expected it to go.

・．━━━━━━━━━━━━━━．・

“You want me to what?” You ask through the phone, annoyed enough that you’ve already been interrupted from your university project.

It was vexing enough that this person had to call your personal phone, possibly finding it on the website of your mother’s shop.

She claimed that it was only ‘integrity and generosity’ that she put everyone’s numbers since the shop (and the shop’s phone line) was closed on Sundays except for patrons picking up their orders.

“Remember that dark-haired boy who came to collect the flowers from you last weekend?” Racking your brain for any memory of the boy, you struggle to match the description to a face as the person on the the end brushes it off and continues.

Your eyes soften and your features fall, however, when he speaks in a quiet voice.

“Our friend, he’s- he’s in the hospital. The flowers were meant for him… he loves it by the way. He likes the way the flowers feel on his skin, as weird as it sounds.” The male laughs quietly at the memory, getting back to the reason of why he contacted you.

“He wants to meet you.” he says quietly, not knowing what reaction to expect.

“But why?”

“He says he’s annoyed of hearing his member’s voices all day, quote unquote,” he jokes at another memory, “no, but, he wants to meet whoever did the bouquet. He wants to thank you personally, I’m assuming. Not sure why he waited a week to tell me this though…”

“Oh, okay, when?”

“Now?” He says timidly, bracing himself for an incoming argument due to the last minute news.

“He’s not creepy or anything, right?”

“Jaemin? No, definitely not. Just a little loud and outgoing—I’m not sure how he’s doing now considering his- state, though so uhh…”

Jaemin, huh? Why did it sound so familiar yet foreign?

“And- and, the same boy from last week will be picking you up so don’t worry about it.”

“This sounds like straight up kidnapping.” You whisper into the receiver, getting a buzz from your phone right after.

“What did you send me?” You asked cautiously, finger hovering over the chat as the green bar the top of your phone glared back at you, signalling that the call was on speaker.

His voice came through the speaker, reassuring you that it was not a picture of his privates. You gulped anxiously. With the amount stories online, you’d know better than to open a chat from a man who you didn’t know.

You did it anyway out of curiosity.

Cracking an eye open was a relief, seeing that the picture was only a selfie of the dark-haired boy and probably the person on the other end of the line.

“He looks like this! Ring any bells?” He asks just as the door swings open from a customer.

Holding up a hand, you politely ask the newcomer to wait as you squint your eyes at the boy in the picture who supposedly came here to collect the bouquet.

Double takes help, because the person who matched the picture was standing in front of you, separated by the counter.

“Oh… I didn’t think you’d come so soon.”

Another ding! interrupts your surprise, looking back at the chat as the photo loaded.

“Here’s another of Jaemin with the flowers, though his face isn’t in it—he insists he looks bad in the hospital gown which I agree on.”

You can sense the other rolling his eyes, wondering if the conversation was going to end.

“You’re overwhelming the girl, Hyuck, just hang up.” His voice is gentle but stern, putting his hands together in an apology after the other hangs up with an irritated “okay fine!”

“I’m sorry for him, he can be a little annoying at times.”

“I heard that!” The other fires back, though you swore you heard the beep; maybe you heard wrong.

“Donghyuck!”

“Okay, I’m going! Sheesh.”

The boy looks at you with watchful eyes, wondering how’d you react to this whole situation.

“You can’t see colour, yet, can you?” He asks suddenly.

“Wh- are you doubting my arranging skills?”

“Wait! Wait no- I’m just asking… and yes, the flowers might have been a little mismatched- but it was fine! It’s fine—I don’t think Jaemin minds.” He saves himself, two hands outstretched in surrender.

“Why doesn’t he?” You ask curiously, head tilting to the side as you lock up the register.

Your question remains unanswered, however, as his eyes trail from your face to the flowers behind you. He seemed nervous to answer that one question.

Shaking your head, you mutter a ‘never mind’ and head upstairs to grab your things and change into a more presentable outfit.

The ride was smooth, with a small exchange of what to expect at the hospital. You learn that his name is Jeno, making note of the black hair and the little mole beside his right eye, as well as his polite smile which made you feel at ease.

“Jaemin’s sweet, he’ll talk to you like you aren’t a stranger, so you don’t have to worry about being awkward.”

“He’s funny too, always making weird noises and stuff like that. Don’t mention that I’m saying all these though, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

You laugh at that last part, because you definitely don’t want your friends to know how fondly you speak of them when they’re absent.

When you arrive, however, you can feel your hands becoming clammy and damp, the keychain on your bag having suffered enough from your fidgeting fingers.

He’s someone I don’t know, why is it making me jumpy and jittery?

The antiseptic smell of the hospital did nothing for you, wringing your hands together and hoping it’d calm your heart down.

“She’s here, Jaemin.”

The male on the bed breaks conversation, turning to you and pointed to the flowers on the bedside table excitedly. He’s not exactly facing the door… though.

Oh.

They flow in like a rush of adrenaline, with the feeling of dizziness when you stand up too fast.

They emerge in small spots and then spread out to every inch of the room and although you’re in room with four white walls, your eyes immediately drift to the flowers you arranged for the boy and back to him.

His hair is a bright pink, I think, and his smile is brighter than the sun. His eyes look like the colourless crescent at night and he makes me feel like the colour yellow.

You recall your mom describing yellow as a warm, positive colour, her words ringing true.

Purples and blues on the other boys’ clothing, as well as a bright orange on one’s head. There was a lovely lime green cardigan on Jeno and a red flannel on another boy.

There’s notes forming in your head on the different shades appearing, the imaginary pencil scribbling and scribbling until your hand hurts and the words are messy.

You take baby steps towards the male, and although his eyes aren’t directed at you, you can feel the pull of his heart on yours.

“Hi,” you mumble softly, approaching his bed before noticing the white over his eyes.

The other members make space immediately, stumbling over each other to give their friend his privacy.

“Hey, I’m Jaemin. Not the best time to be meeting your soulmate, huh.” He grins, feeling around for your hand before relaxing as your fingers tighten around his.

“I guess not—I’m (Y/N).” You whisper, the other hand hovering over his cheek, “may I?”

You expect him to ask about what you meant, but instead he just nods his head. Jaemin was a little surprised at the contact, but trusts you either way.

The way Jaemin looks at you breaks your heart, because his eyes are soft and his smile brought down a notch. He looks at you like you’re his whole world although that ability’s been taken away from him.

“There’s minimal colours in my eyes right now. It’s so faded and it’s going to go back to black soon, I think.” Jaemin states sadly, his thumb stroking over your skin gently.

Almost. The ability’s deteriorating right now.

“I don’t deny how I felt when you walked in, though. I think the colours are beautiful, and you are beautiful. You’re fading… too.”

“Is it? Do you want me to tell you about colours, then?” Asking softly, you scoot your chair closer to him as your hands twine with the other’s.

And so, you describe to him the colours of the rainbow and the colours of his friends’ clothing.

The colours of your university project and the colours of the hospital gown on him.

The colours of the mismatched flowers and the colours of how he makes you feel.

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“Babe?” Jaemin calls out softly, feeling the rustle of the sheets and the dip of the bed. He relaxes as always when he feels his hand in yours.

“Hey, Jaem, I’m here.” Whispering wasn’t uncommon between the two of you, exchanging shared stories in the night or laughing about the members in hushed tones.

It prevented the boy from getting too startled, so you always spoke with a quiet tone. Once you knew Jaemin was comfortable, you’d continue in a normal voice.

Sometimes, he’d be louder than you.

“Baby,” Jaemin mumbles softly, curling an arm around your waist as he settles in the crook of your neck, “could you describe the colours for me again?”

He feels the weight of your smile on his faded pink hair, getting comfortable before you start out with the colour he likes the most—Pink.

“Pink’s like being playful at a picnic in the summer and it’s also the colour of your hair! It’s fading, though.” You take the chance to mess it up further, getting a whine and a giggle from the boy.

“It’s also very soft and cotton candy-ish and it’s kinda a compulsory colour if you want to get a nice sunset picture.”

“Pink is really sweet, too, it feels like that bus ride home after meeting your crush while you listen to a playlist.”

Jaemin gives you small kisses as you carry on to red.

“Red’s the popular colour in Valentine’s Day, alongside pink. It’s passionate and fiery and strong; maybe like your desire for strawberry yoghurt.”

The male sits up to glare at wherever he assumed your face was, only coming back down to your embrace when you surrendered with a laugh.

“Your tastebuds are still hella weird though, babe.”

You know he’s rolling his eyes by the way he smiles, simply squeezing your hand in warning of your insults.

“Okay okay! Now’s blue.”

“Blue’s calm and free, like the ocean and the sky, perhaps. I don’t feel sad looking at blue, though it is a mesmerising colour to stare at and get lost in.”

“You’ll feel like everything’s going to be okay when you look at the colour blue, I think.”

“God, I don’t think that’s the case because of Jeno’s hideous blue plaid shirt from before.” Jaemin mumbles into your neck, moving closer to your body, as if it was even possible.

You grin at the insult to his band mate. “Oh. shut up, I think he looked fine in it.” With eyes drifting to the boy below you, you await any word or reaction from him before receiving none, deciding to head on to the next colour.

“Damn, I can’t remember much about orange, though. It’s been so long since I helped out in my mom’s shop. I’ll google.”

“What- no that’s cheating!” Jaemin giggles, smacking your waist repeatedly.

“The colour orange is stimulating and vibrant and it’s associated with sunshine, creativity and health.” You read like you would with an important piece of text while switching off the device. Green.

“Green’s very nature-ish… and refreshing! Oh! And it’s natural too, because it takes up most of the spectrum’s space of the human eye. If pink’s the playful nature at a picnic, then I feel like green would be the opposite, like cherry blossoms against a field, maybe.”

“Green’s also the colour of your fans. So it might bring you a sense of love and warmth as opposed to textbook meanings. I know it does, for me.”

“Because you’re a dedicated Czennie?” Jaemin teases with the same kisses from before. He feels you nod, “of course!”

“Purple’s also an essential colour if you want nice sunset pictures. It just fits with pink. You can still feel calm with purple but theres this urgency about it? Like it’s telling you to get up and travel instead of staying home.”

“That description was lame, wasn’t it?” Sighing, your boyfriend hums into your neck—a neutral response.

“Yellow are taxis and bananas and the colour of my phone at the moment. There’s also corn and suns and sunflowers.”

Yellow is the colour of warmth and positivity. It can feel like two different things, a comforting hug and… a laugh, perhaps.

You smile at the memory in the shop. “Yellow’s kinda like two separate things, for me. It’s like a warm hug and a loud, optimistic laugh.”

“Are you using the same description from the hospital from months ago?” Jaemin grinned for the umpteenth time that night while you replies with a laugh, loving the feel of his wide smile on your neck.

You plant a kiss on his forehead, then, the scented shampoo of his hair lingered in the air like perfume.

“It was my mom’s description! I just happen to agree with it, okay.”

“To be fair, yellow was the last of the colours I’d seen before everything went black. Weren’t you wearing a yellow dress that day?”

There’s a fond smile on your face as you both sink down onto the pillows from your sitting position, giving him a peck on the lips.

“Close. It was a top. Do you wanna see me in a dress that bad?”

“Maybe.” Jaemin beamed, with hopeful and happy eyes.

You keep quiet after that, playing with the hair of your lover’s while your head now takes its place in the crook of his neck.

“I love you.” It’s quiet and tranquil in the room, slow breaths that seem like one.

“I love you too. More than ever, Jaemin.” You remove yourself from his embrace and cup his face in your hands.

“I love you so much, I hope you never forget that.” Whispering the confession, as you always did, made the moment a tad bit sweeter and meaningful.

And while you were happy to see the boy burst out in laughter from the Dreamies’ bickering or the joke you found online, there’s going to be doubts and vulnerability.

While Jaemin’s mind turned inside out with the turmoil of this new obstacle, you were there to make sure he never spirals and falls too deep.

There were and there will be more days when he feels like the world is against him and that he feels so goddamn lost in this world where he’s supposed to see the beauty of colours, where he’s supposed to see you.

You are his rock to hold on to when the world feels a bit dizzy, as are his feet. You’re the sunshine in a dark world where black never leaves his vision.

You’re that comforting hug and boisterous laugh.

You’re his Yellow.

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jenonctcity · 5 years

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Game Of Life

[7:34pm]

Huang Renjun – Fluff, Crack

Warnings: Mention of vomiting.

Word Count: 1.5k

Request: Requested by anon - Games night at dreamies dorm. Food doesn't agree with reader and she runs off to throw up. Dreamies joke shes pregnant but someone takes it serious. Turns out its impossible because they haven't gone further than making out.

Chinese takeout night was a big deal at the NCT Dream dorm. All five boys gathered around with more Chinese food than they could all eat and proceeded to play a vast selection of board and video games. On the odd occasion that Haechan and Mark didn’t have blocked up schedules that wouldn’t coincide with the fun gathering then they would also join in. You had been invited to plenty of these Chinese takeout nights and had attended the majority of them. When Renjun had first introduced you to the boys they had been apprehensive when you got invited along, but after getting to know you better they soon enjoyed your company and encouraged Renjun to bring you along more.

“Your turn (Y/N).” Chenle passed you the console remote, shuffling himself between you and Jaemin, half sitting on the both of you in his carelessness. You huffed a brief laugh, a sharp wave of nausea flooding through your system. Your grip on the remote tightened, your knuckles turning white from the strain. Taking a long deep breath, you tried to focus on the television, but it was hard when you felt all the food you’d just eaten swirling around in your stomach, fighting its way to come back up. Renjun noticed your silence and lack of awareness at what was happening in the game, furrowing his eyebrows and placing a hand gently on your thigh.

“Baby are you okay?” He spoke quietly as to not make the others aware in case you weren’t okay. You hummed in response, nodding your head but not looking at him as you let your head hang, concentrating on keeping your stomach at bay. “Do you want some water? You’re sweating…” He took the remote from your hand, passing it to Jeno who was sat beside him and rubbed your back to comfort you. That’s what triggered it. You felt your digestive system lose the fight against the food that hadn’t agreed with you as the food quickly made its way towards the exit. Without a word of warning, you sprang up from the sofa with your hand over your mouth and darted through the dorm as quick as you could. Renjun was hot on your tail, following you into the bathroom and not hesitating to hold your hair back as you threw up the contents of your stomach in the toilet.

Looks of wide-eyed utter confusion were shared amongst the boys as they sat still, the chirpy music of the games pause screen covering up the sounds emitting from the bathroom. Jeno let out a small laugh to break the silence, nudging his elbow against Chenle.

“I thought you were supposed to get morning sickness when you’re pregnant, not evening sickness…” Jaemin let out a snort of laughter, rolling his eyes at Jeno’s attempt of a joke. Jisung gasped loudly from his spot on the beanbag across the floor, sitting up quickly, feeling scandalised at what Jeno had said.

“She’s pregnant?!” His eyebrows were raised, and his mouth popped open, obviously missing the joking tone in Jeno’s voice.

“Wait what?!” Chenle chirped in, staring at Jisung and mirroring his expression.

“I was only jok-” Chenle was quick to cut Jeno off as he tried to put out the flames he’d ignited.

“Jisung-ah google pregnancy symptoms!”

“Okay!” Jisung grabbed his phone from the floor, plucking it away from the charger and moving to squeeze himself on the sofa between Jeno and Chenle. Jaemin and Jeno leaned back to share a glance at each other behind Jisung and Chenle’s heads, rolling their eyes in unison at the maknae’s gullibility. “Fatigue – that makes sense, she keeps yawning and yesterday she struggled to climb the stairs without getting out of breath!” He looked at all the boys as if to get them to verify his point. Chenle leaned over to look at Jisungs phone, reading over the list before pitching his theory.

“Another symptom is peeing more. I can’t be the only one whose noticed that she’s been leaving the room more than usual, and what else could it be to do other than peeing?”

“Wait what if she is actually pregnant?” Jeno asked curiously, doing the math in his head and putting all the pieces together.

“Another one is having swollen or larger breasts.” Jisung clearly hadn’t read that one in advance in his head before reading it out loud, his cheeks quickly dusting over a pink colour after he said it.

“Yeah…I’ve noticed…” Jaemin smirked, nodding his head in approval and earning himself a fist bump from Jeno and a look of disgust from Chenle. It was no surprise that the younger two had managed to drag the older pair into their conspiracy theory, despite it starting out as a joke.

It was silence for a few moments before Chenle piped up. “Let’s ask them…” All four boys glanced at each other before quickly racing down the hall to the bathroom.

You sat on the floor by the toilet, Renjun gently wiping your face with a cool cloth despite your whining, trying to push his hand away from the embarrassment coursing through you and making your cheeks heat up.

“Do you really think a bit of sick is going to freak me out? Let me take care of you.” His voice was dominant, wanting to show you how much he enjoyed taking care of you and how he didn’t think of it as a nuisance. You let out a long sigh, closing your eyes from tiredness and letting him continue to cool you down. When the sound of footsteps bundling into the room made you flinch, you opened your eyes to be met with four curious boys stood in the doorway. “What…?” Renjun inquired, inquisitive at why they all appeared suddenly.

Jisung pushed Chenle forward, silently opting the most outgoing one out of the four of them to be the one to ask. He apprehensively glanced around the room, looking at anything other than you and Renjun. “Is (Y/N) pregnant?” His words shot out of his mouth hurriedly but Renjun heard them clearly. His face contorted into a scowl, continuing on with dabbing at your forehead with the cloth as he shot the boys an intimidating glare.

“What makes you ask that?” You question, leaning your head onto Renjun’s shoulder. Your stomach had calmed down, but the nausea still clung onto you like a demon making you suffer. Chenle glanced at Jaemin, widening his eyes at him as if to wordlessly tell him that he had to list off the reasons. Jaemin shot a look at Jeno, trying to pass the baton on but Jeno just shook his head, leading Jaemin to groan quietly before speaking up.

“Basically, you’ve been really tired recently and peeing a lot more…also your boobs have gotten bigger, but it was Jeno who noticed that and definitely not me.” He lied, earning himself a punch in the arm from Jeno.

“Liar!”

“Why are any of you look at my girlfriends’ breasts?” The scowl on Renjun’s face got deeper, his glare becoming deathly as he cuddled you closer to him.

“Don’t change the subject Renjun, is she pregnant or not?” Jisung spoke for the first time, hoping that the situation at hand would distract Renjun from disciplining him for speaking so cheekily to his elder.

“No, she isn’t!” He exclaimed, his face softening slightly as he glanced down at your shaking figure in his arms, despite the annoyance he felt towards his younger brothers.

“How do you explain all the things we listed then?” Jaemin queried, a sceptical look plastered on his face. You laughed softly, leaning your head up to face the boys.

“I’ve got my period; those are all symptoms of pregnancy and periods. Simple as that.” You shrugged, watching as all the boys relaxed and nodded in understanding. “Besides, it’s impossible, we haven’t done…that yet…” You felt your cheeks heat up again, blushing at the thought of them knowing but wanting them to understand 100% that you couldn’t be with child.

“Seriously?!” Jeno was the one to voice his surprise. “But you’ve been together for like what? Two years?”

“Two and a half years.” Renjun spoke up for you both, stroking your hair to soothe you and out of habit from when you cuddle. “We aren’t waiting for a particular moment or anything, we just wanted to wait until we were of legal age and just when the time is right, I guess.”

“Okay…cool…” Chenle and Jisung didn’t hang around, hurrying to slip away from the conversation and go back to the games console.

“As long as I don’t have to birth a baby anytime soon then we haven’t got a problem.” Jaemin folded his arms across his chest as if unbothered by this information he’d just gained. Renjun grabbed the nearest thing to him, which happened to be the roll of toilet paper on its holder and flung it at the two boys still stood in the bathroom entrance.

“You wouldn’t be birthing it anyway! Get lost!” He laughed, rolling his eyes at his friends’ antics before turning his attention back on you. “Sorry about them beautiful.” You shrugged it off, kissing the palm of his hand in appreciation of him.

“Thank you for taking care of me…daddy.” You giggled at your own joke. Renjun putting the wet cloth over your face as a punishment.

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heartjwi · 5 years

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black magic ☞ nct dream

GENRE | fluff ! nct dream x reader

THEME | witch!au

DISCLAIMER | insp. from black magic by little mix

SUMMARY | 6 boys happen to find a magical book in the middle of the library and promised each other they would only use their powers for the greater good.

A/N | first work here on my new blog heheheeheh also my entry for spooktober! + mentions of bullying!

once upon a time

soooo

theres this specific group of kids in high school right

they’re kinda known as the nobodies in general

literally because they don’t talk to anyone outside their friend group

which makes the popular kids pick on them since they’re easy targets n such

their names were: renjun, jeno, donghyuck, jaemin, chenle and jisung

the 4 of them consisted of seniors

and one of the two were either a sophomore and a junior

there have been multiple occasions during lunch where the bullies would purposely stick their feet out when they were walking in their direction

causing them to trip and drop their food trays :-(

if it wasn’t for donghyuck’s snarky attitude, they would’ve been the laughing stock of the school

despite that, the bullies made it their mission to give their life a living hell

the bullies would pull pranks on them

till their youngest had enough

jisung surprisingly towered majority of the bullies and confronted them

“h-hey!” jisung stutters

which made renjun, jeno, jaemin facepalmed

donghyuck was too busy distracting chenle who was sweating and shaking too much

“guys look pipsqueak is trying to say something!” one of the bullies announces to their group

renjun was getting angrier by the minute just watching the bullies poke fun on jisung

“stop making fun of us, it’s not funny anymore” jisung tells the group, his deep voice surprising everyone

“make us, pipsqueak” the group leader pokes a finger on jisung’s chest making him walk backwards

renjun got fed up watching everyone laugh at them and runs up to the leader

“dude what are you doing!” jeno panicks, pulling his sleeve a little bit too late

“hey” renjun grabs the leader’s shoulder

“wha-”

before the leader could finish his sentence, renjun punches him square at the jaw

sending the leader to fall down on the floor

“what the fuck”

and everyone swings

sending both groups to detention

“maybe if one of us just kept our hands to ourselves, this wouldn’t have happened” jaemin smiles sarcastically at his friends

renjun grumbles and turned his back on jaemin

“hyung, renjun hyung had to do something” chenle speaks up

“not gonna lie, that was pretty bad ass coming from him” donghyuck laughs, patting renjun at the back

it could be seen that renjun was trying to contain his smile

but he failed to do so

jeno then walks out of the principal’s office with 6 excuse passes on his hand

“the principal says we’re good kids but that doesn’t mean he’d let us off of the detention we’re serving” jeno starts

the 5 boys sigh in unison

“but he says unlike the other group, they would be cleaning under the tables in the cafeteria, we are on library duty” jeno finishes

“that’s so boring” donghyuck whines, leaning on chenle

“its better than cleaning dried gum” jaemin flicks his forhead

the boys finally arrive in the library when it was closing time

“i’ll leave the keys here and make sure you lock the doors once you finish okay? i’ll be going now” the librarian smiles and waves goodbye at them

“great now we’re spending our friday night in a damn library” hyuck yells out

“i thought we were having a sleepover today?” jeno asks hyuck who was grabbing the left over books on the tables

“we are. i’m just overreacting” he shrugs

a little after that, the boys start cleaning everything at once

chenle was dusting the books that hasn’t been touched in years

jisung was sweeping the floor

renjun was rearranging the books by order

jaemin was wiping the tables

jeno and donghyuck were on cart duty

suddenly, as chenle was sweeping the bookshelves

a book fell on his head

“ouch!” he yelps, catching the attention of everyone

“you good lele?” jeno comes to his aid

chenle rubs his head, “yeah.. that fell on me” he points at a glowing book just a few feet away from them

“what’s this?” jisung picks up the book

“careful there jisung” jaemin warns him

renjun pushes past everyone to see the book, scanning it back to back

“it’s in latin” he tells everyone

he grabs his phone and opens google translate

“it means magic” hyuck reads his phone out loud

“did we just find a magical book?!” chenle squeals

renjun shushes him and tells everyone to hurry up with their work so they could go home

“guys let’s finish everything now so we can play with this book later, okay? chop chop” renjun orders

fast forward now everything in that library was clean

the boys are now at hyuck’s place with the book they found in the middle of their circle

“are we gonna become witches?” hyuck giggles

“probably? i mean it does say magic on the front” jeno explains

“ok y’all i can’t wait much longer lets bippity boppity boo this shit! lets all hold hands around it” jaemin grabs jisung and jeno’s hands

and the rest do the same

now the book is glowing again, it was a mix of purple and blue sparkles

the 6 boys start levitating from the ground

hyuck’s things were flying all over the place

and the lights were flickering

the book opens itself and individually gave everyone in the circle their powers

which was telekinesis

and the power to do whatever they want

basically they can form or do anything their mind tells them to

pretty cool

“this shit is fucking amazing” chenle screams as he made the bed levitate

“holy fuck” jeno muses as he made a cat appear in the room

“guys i’m gonna set hyuck’s desk on fire!” jisung motions his hand at hyuck’s desk

and suddenly, it was on fire

“jesus christ dude!” hyuck puts the fire down with his hands

“holy shit.. we’re witches!” the group claps for themselves

after everyone calms down, renjun announces something

“we should make a pact that we will only use our powers for the greater good” renjun announces,

everyone was listening intently

“we should make sure that we must not let that ugly group make fun of other people anymore” renjun adds

the boys agreed and went to bed after that

time skip on monday

you were a new student in school

you just moved from a whole different country so you were struggling with korean

and needless to say, you first day was absolutely shit

you were the new laughing stock of the school

especially with your speaking skills

hardly anyone speaks english in your new school

they only know certain phrases and often used body language to tell you shit

which made you a bit sad cause that basically means you didn’t really have friends

it was your second day in and someone vandalised your locker

which made the nearby students stifle in their laughter

to your luck, donghyuck happened to be one of the students nearby

he felt pity towards you

knowing you were a new student

while everyone was busy amongst themselves,

he used a bit of magic to erase the writing on your locker

after you gathered your stuff, you noticed your locker door was good as new

you looked around if anyone wiped it off but nothing

except for a boy who winked at you and blue and purple sparkles were evident in their eyes

the bell rang and everyone rushed to their classrooms

it was history class and you had a pretest yesterday

and it was about the history of korea too

meaning you didn’t too well

you had a big, red F on the corner of your test paper

your classmates were again, laughing at you quietly

even hearing some of them muttering “stupid”

you hung your head low and sat down on your chair

next to renjun

renjun felt bad for you and made everyone who made a comment bang their head against the table

seeing what happened to the students, it made you giggle a bit

making renjun smile at you

finally it was lunch time

you were walking towards an empty lunch table in the middle of the cafeteria

carrying your lunch tray filled with food

suddenly one of the people who were bullying you made you trip

you spilled your food and caused a scene

everyone in the cafeteria watching everything

laughing and taking videos of you

you wanted to cry on the spot

but suddenly you hear spluttering and something smelly hit your nose

you see chenle and jisung helping you up

“sorry for your clothes, noona” jisung helps you up

“i can help!” chenle giggles and suddenly you were in new clothes

“woah how did you do that” you asked, covering your mouth in shock

“it’s a secret” jisung giggles

“ah shit, i have to clean up the mess” you cursed, kneeling down taking the plates you dropped

“no worries, we’ll do it for you” jaemin butts in and just like what chenle did, the mess on the floor disappeared

you stared at him in shock and he just winks at you making your cheeks flush

and just a few feet away from you four, donghyuck, jeno and renjun were almost punishing the bullies after what they did to you

“WHY DO WE KEEP SHITTING OUR PANTS” one of the bullies cried out, shit coming out of their pants

and there was donghyuck laughing uncontrollably in the background

the leader turned to him and stomped his way over to him despite him shitting his pants

“YOU!” he yelled but he slipped on his own shit

making donghyuck double over laughing

renjun rolls his eyes, “okay playtime’s over, to the closet you fuckers go” he snaps his fingers and in a flash, the bullies got pushed into their own gym lockers, locked inside while being knocked out cold.

the 3 boys run back to you and checks if you have any bruises or cuts on your arms and legs

“i’m alright guys, thank you for defending me” you nervously scratched the back of your neck

“no worries! if they bother you again just call us and we’ll be there to save the day” jeno gives you his infamous eye smile

which was prone to melting hearts heh

“or better yet, why won’t you join us?” renjun invites you to their friend group

“m-me?” you stuttered, pointing to yourself

everyone nods in unison

“i mean, you do know our little secret so” donghyuck fakes his voice in a serious tone making you scared a bit

“aish hyuck stop you’re scaring her” jaemin smacks his head

“i’ll beat your ass motherfucker-” he tried to scramble towards jaemin but jeno ended up pulling his ear

“ooOOWWW” he screeched holding his now red ear

“shit we forgot to ask her name.. what’s your name?” chenle asks, staring at you intently

“i’m y/n” you say shyly, avoiding eye contact from everyone

renjun, jeno, haechan, jaemin, chenle & jisung look at each other and smiled

“welcome to our group, y/n” they all yell, engulfing you into a hug

the end!

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neoangelic · 4 years

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Don’t Need Your Love

➳ an nct dream series

After a horrible first love experience, Yang Ahn joins the Don’t Need Your Love club via invitation. Things don’t turn out the way they were supposed to.

➳ a story of not-so-romance featuring: the coolest club on campus, the meaning of unrequited, teenagers, best friends, heartbreak, healing, first loves, and new ones.

➳ masterlist

➳ note: female oc, multiple pairings, ot7 dream, mentions of other ot21 members. ANON THIS IS FOR YOU uwu.

➳ word count: 2871

When I was eight, I had a crush on this boy named Mark Lee. I was visiting my relatives in Canada and he was my neighbor that summer. I always watched him from the yard as he biked up and down the street. He was a few years older than me and I thought he was the coolest boy ever. Especially with how fast he could ride his razor bicycle. One day while making a sharp turn, he fell on the sidewalk in front of my relative's house. Let's just say I was so worried that I almost called 119. Good thing that wasn't the right number in Canada. He taught me all he knew about riding bikes and skateboards after that—although I wasn't particularly skilled at the latter sport.

And then summer ended. I never saw him again. Not even when I visited Canada again two years later. Nobody knew where he went.

In sixth grade, I liked the exchange student named Yangyang who my family hosted. I was one of the only people who could also speak fluent English so we talked a lot. He'd teach me German and I'd teach him Korean. We became best friends quickly. He called me meimei once and I asked what it meant. "Little sister," he said. I told him to never call me that again. He was hurt by that. We drifted apart after. On the day he went back to China I cried so much, telling him I was sorry and that he shouldn't leave. He was late for his flight, so I never did find out if he forgave me or not.

In the first year of my high school life, however, I met my first love. My first and my last. Out of all the puppy-struck crushes and boys who've left me, my first love hurt me the most. I'd love to catch up with Mark or apologize to Yangyang a million more times but I never wanted to even hear the name of the first love which died before it could even blossom.

His name was Huang Renjun and I never wanted to see him again.

And there he was, barely 20 feet away, sitting in one of the desks in the far corner of the room, looking down at his phone. The boy with the cat-like, sharp eyes. The boy who I managed to avoid for months.

The boy who I loved. And maybe still did.

And he, of course, was heartbreakingly beautiful as always.

The irony left a sickening sweet taste in my mouth. The millisecond I saw him, my legs didn’t dare move from behind the open doorway. My lips felt dry no matter how much I licked them. My hands wouldn't stop shaking no matter how hard I clasped them. My breath felt stuck in my throat as my eyes were on his figure. My heart skipped and fell like a missed step down a set of stairs. It tumbled around my ribcage and crashed so hard that I became scared that he could hear the sound of my heart falling for him all the way in the past. I was scared.

I reached for my shoulder, feeling the material of cloth and a sticker skip on my fingertips. My gaze fell to Harvey who stood behind the teacher’s podium in front of me. I tried to remember that I was here to support him. The sticker on my shoulder—the promise on my shoulder did nothing to shake my nerves away. He was staring at me with a concerned expression. A breathy apology trembled from my lips before he could draw attention to me. Before Renjun saw me.

I was scared, so I ran.

A voice called my name, but the adrenaline kicked in too well.

“Ahn-ah, where are you going?” I turned a corner to try to escape the voice, wanting to be alone. “It’s Jeno—Jesus, stop running.”

My back hit the wall and I slid down in defeat. There was no way I was going to outrun him anyway.

“Hi,” I said weakly, staring at Jeno’s black loafers as they came into view. He crouched down and met my eye.

“What are you doing?” That was when I noticed the red sticker placed on his chest. A dripping heart with the letters ‘DNYL’ outlined in yellow. The same one on my shoulder. “The meeting is gonna start soon.”

I scoffed. “What does it look like? I’m not going.”

“Sit properly when you’re wearing a skirt,” he said, nudging my shoulder with his as he sat down next to me. “Why aren’t you going?”

I straightened my legs, smoothing out the plaits in my skirt. “Cause I saw Renjun there.” An uncomfortable feeling shot through my chest as I said his name.

A sigh came from Jeno. “Come on, I think you really need this. If Hyuck were here, he’d agree, too.”

I cringed. “But it's just so awkward.”

“That’s only because you’re making it awkward. You always do.”

“Shut up. I don’t even know how you knew I was going to join this stupid club.”

“Aside from seeing the sticker on your shoulder while you were running away oh-so dramatically,” he let out a heavy breath. “I was the one who gave Harvey the tip to recruit you.”

I looked at him when he said that. “You what? You’re the reason why he came up to me thirty minutes ago talking about unrequited love?”

“I didn’t tell him about everything,” Jeno reassured. “You were working on your literature project, right?”

“I mean, yeah.”

“I just said he’d be interested in talking to you. I guess he put everything together when you were probably fuming over the topic Ms. Han decided to give you—”

“I can’t believe I have to study and write about love this whole fucking year,” I grumbled. I thought to get a head start on the project today. Unfortunately, as students filtered out of the classroom, it was prime time for girls or boys to come in and meet their significant other. I felt surrounded by couples and people having flings. It didn’t help that I had to study romantic literature either. Harvey must have caught me in the middle of writing something like: I’m glad Romeo and Juliet died because they don’t have brains to figure out the other was feigning death.

“Anyways,” Jeno said. “Harvey came up to me this morning to talk to me.”

“How good could your English possibly be?” I laughed.

“It was a very broken conversation using bits and pieces of Google translate. As I was saying…he knew about, you know—her,” there was a heavy moment of silence. “He heard the rumors last year and he talked about how he wanted to help me put everything behind. He somehow knew I wasn’t over the whole getting cheated on thing, despite looking like I did. Harvey’s pretty observant, I guess.” A bitter chuckle escaped him.

“Yeah,” I said softly, almost scared that Jeno would break, seeing his sour expression. “He told me a few people inspired his idea for this thing.”

“He also told me you gave him the idea to select and invite people to DNYL,” he looked at me, searching for a reaction. “You wouldn’t have said anything if you weren’t wanting help yourself.”

“Jeno—”

“Whether you knew it or not, it was a call for help. I know you’re bitter over romance and everything, even if you can’t seem to stay away…” I elbowed him at that remark. “I think this is a good opportunity to just let everything go. DNYL is a place where we can all heal. I truly believe that. The question is if you’re gonna close yourself out from this opportunity.”

“I know I promised Harvey I would go today to see if I was into it but—” I sighed. “I don’t know if I can face Renjun if I never resolved my feelings for him.”

“You don’t have to worry about any of that,” Jeno laughed lightly. “There’s a reason why he’s there too.”

The cogs in my brain started working. For once. Why would Renjun Huang not need love?

I frowned. “There’s no reason for him to join—didn’t he have a girlfriend?” He liked her a lot.

“You still care about him, right? As a friend?”

��Of course I do, oppa. He was still a friend no matter how much I liked him.”

“So why run away? I think it’s too late for that now. You’ve already talked to Harvey and Renjun’s there because he’s hurt too. So am I. We’re all going for the same reason and you can take this time to clear everything up.”

I looked down and smiled, chuckling. “Jeno Lee, that was pretty best friend material of you.”

He stood up, wiping his hands on his pants before stretching out a hand toward me. “Didn’t you know? All my clothes are made of that material.”

I grabbed his hand and rolled my eyes. “Lame.”

“What?” Jeno helped pull me up

“I thought we were having a sentimental moment here, but it turns out you’re still as mood-killing as ever.”

“Whatever,” he clicked his tongue. “If you think about running, I won’t hesitate to drag you back to the club room.”

The one thing that never changed since I met Jeno was his sense of humor. He was funny himself, but when he tried to make a joke it was like the air around us would cringe. Sometimes his jokes were funny, but Donghyuck told me not to acknowledge it or he would get too arrogant. Jeno was funny in the way that he was allergic to cats but had three kittens. He was funny in the way that he owned his Jenojaem nickname without complaint. He was funny in his own dorky, heartwarming way and that’s what made me grow so comfortable with him. Donghyuck was funny, but it took me two weeks to realize that he wasn’t actually bullying me and that he was just trying to be my friend. I liked Jeno’s predictability and transparency. It was different, for a change.

Unlike other boys who always sent mixed messages.

And boys are almost never worth it. Especially boys that disappear like childhood crushes or boys that make you forget you never had a chance with them. Just like the boy who was a little too playful and sweet when he taught me Chinese. In fact, Renjun was the only boy I could ever find funnier than Donghyuck and he was the only boy that saw the lovestruck side of me. Not like he knew that, of course.

Not like he knew that.

The funny thing was, I wasn’t scared because I was hurt. I was scared because I was embarrassed I once fell in love so hard with a boy.

But once I started thinking of the smiley snaggle-toothed boy in a desperate not need for love, I decided it wouldn’t hurt to be a bit brave for once. If something happened to him, then I wanted to know. I wanted to be there for him as a friend again like he was for me when I spent a little over an hour learning a single phrase in Chinese. I wanted to get to know him again so that I could finally get to know me. It was sort of relieving to know I wasn’t the only one struggling with feelings and I guess that was Harvey's plan.

I linked arms with Jeno, looking up to the samoyed-looking boy as we walked back toward the door I ran away from. He looked down at me with a cocked eyebrow.

“Thank you.”

“Just trying to win some brownie points before Hyuck comes back,” he gave a cheesy smile, eyes rising into crescents.

Harvey’s eyes lit up when he saw us walk in the room.

“I was wondering if you two would show up.”

“Yeah, sorry. I had to run to the bathroom real quick and bumped into him,” I lied, peeking at the Chinese boy from the corner of my vision.

Aside from Renjun, two more boys were in the room. One was next to Harvey and the other was sitting in front, awkwardly fiddling with his fingers.

“Oh? Jeno?” The boy who spoke had really pretty eyes. Na Jaemin. The boy with the smile. His long and curled lashes elegantly brushed his skin as he blinked. I couldn’t help but stare.

“Jaemin-ah, you’re here too?”

Na Jaemin was Jeno’s friend from his after-school academy. I talked to him a few times before since he always hung around him. But other than that, I knew him just as the rest of the school did: a flirt. A heartbreaker, they say. Always going on from one girl to the next, rejecting them left and right after leading them on. He was a total dreamboat who managed to make your heart flutter with the way he simply breathed. My classmates were head-over-heels for him, although I can’t say the same. He was charming but I didn’t want to get close to him because I was scared to have someone that charismatic and attractive around me. Jaemin could tell me to do anything and I would do it—especially with that pretty face and smile. I kept my distance whenever he was around. Something about him made me feel timid. Maybe it was the fact that I felt inferior in every way. Maybe it was because there was no way in hell a boy could be as nice as Jaemin was.

“First we go to the same hakwon and now the same club? What are we? Soulmates?” He smiled, gentle and sweet like the tone of his voice. Jaemin’s eyes flickered to meet mine. I looked away immediately, embarrassed.

“Don’t know if I like that idea,” Jeno grimaced.

“Glad to know you two know each other already,” Harvey cut in. “You guys should have a seat before I start the meeting.”

Jaemin slung his arm over Jeno’s broad shoulders, roping him into a conversation as they found a seat next to the awkward mousy boy at the front. He looked at the two energetic boys nervously when they greeted him. I barely managed to hear his name as he introduced himself in a shy whisper.

“Jisung Park,” he said with shaky syllables and red cheeks. The two boys gushed over how adorable Jisung was.

My eyes landed on Renjun’s lonely figure. His cheek was leaning against his palm, his other hand held the phone he stared at. He was uncharacteristically unresponsive. I didn’t see the light in his eyes with or the joking smile on his face that I fell in love with. He had AirPods in, shutting himself off from the rest of us. I was glad he didn’t notice me yet, but something about his hunched shoulders and indiscernible expression tugged at my heartstrings.

I looked back at Harvey who was focused on the clock as if counting the seconds that passed by. “There’s only six of us?”

“Sadly,” he shifted his weight and turned his attention to me. “Others weren’t so eager about this whole thing.”

“Hey, don’t be sad,” I smiled. “I think it’s better this way. We’re kinda… exclusive.” The blond laughed.

“Kind of, yeah,” he said. “Everyone else couldn’t see this helping them on their college resume, so I see why they wouldn’t waste their time here.”

“Well, I’d love to prove them all wrong,” I said, eyes floating back to Renjun’s figure. “I think what you’re doing here is amazing, Harvey.”

He smiled, genuine. “Thanks.”

Before the first meeting of DNYL even started, we were unsure. None of us knew what we were doing or where this club would go. Not even Harvey. We were all lost teenagers, searching for some sort of meaning that probably didn’t even matter. For the boy who I was talking to, it was a legacy to leave. An urge to start something beautiful. For the boy who claimed to be my best friend, it was to let go and heal. He was searching for something to replace the band-aids on the bullet wounds in his heart. For the boy with the pretty eyes and the boy with the shy smile—well, I wasn’t so sure. And I was completely lost on what my first love—the reason why I, myself, joined—was searching for. He didn’t even look like he wanted to be here, but here he was.

Here we all were, high schoolers on a breezy autumn Friday as the leaves shifted color. We all walked through that door for a reason whether we waltzed in or ran away at first. Maybe the important part wasn’t how we came here, but the fact that we came at all. Here we all were. Despite the impracticality of the club and the burdensome feeling that everyone would know we were hurt by love in one way or another, we came.

But I didn’t know all the answers. I couldn’t even pretend to know what everyone was thinking. It would be useless if I knew them.

Answers were what I came searching for, after all.

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LOVE GAME

> your quiet life as a full time business student part time gamer is disrupted when you have to tutor mark lee

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DISCLAIMER: i do not speak or understand madarin, i’ve just used google translate as i don’t know anybody that knows how to speak mandarin. if any of it is wrong then please tell me! thanks in advance 💞

TRANSLATIONS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE:

chenle = we only speak mandarin in this house 🤠

ten = wow, we look super cute! 🥰

winwin = everyone just had to copy my pose huh 😒🙄

kun = can you send me this picture too please?

renjun = i wasn’t ready for the picture! 😠

lucas = this was fun! we should invite the others next time! 😆

yangyang = where was my invite? 😠

hendery = don’t talk to me or my son ever again! 👿

xiaojun = oh...i see how it is @.lele 🙎🏻‍♂️

chenle = @.yukheeeyyyy thank you for making my dreams come true haha! 💚

#i personally love this .5 bit skskdkdkdkd #i had to make accounts for the other wayv members #it was so time consuming but i think this turned out good #so i don’t mind at all 😇#anyway here come the tags:#nct #nct 127 #nct 2018 #nct scenarios #nct au #nct fake texts #nct social media au #nct u #mark imagines #mark au #mark lee

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Don’t Call Me Angel / NCT secret agent au | read on ao3 here

pairings: Kun x Ten, Johnny x Taeyong, Doyoung x Jaehyun, Mark x Donghyuck, Lucas x Renjun and small Hendery x Yangyang

note: I changed the pairings from the original ones slightly and apologies for that but I think the story will work a lot better now. Anyways, enjoy (:

“I do not need some six-foot, macho-man, babysitter, Kun. I think I’ve made it perfectly clear I can take care of myself and we both know I work better alone.”

“Ten, when I came over last night I found you crying on the sofa with an almost empty bottle of expensive white wine over Grey’s Anatomy. You cannot take care of yourself.”

“Derek died Kun, gone , dead , never coming back! He left Meredith alone, and she’s pregnant! Think of the babies! Anyone with a heart would find that upsetting.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I don’t have a heart then,” Kun tisked, “And seriously, what is your obsession with babies? Can you move on from that soon—you keep mentioning them around Taeyong and he keeps whining about how cute they are too. Babies are weird, squishy things, they are not cute . They cry and scream and you can’t just leave them to their own devices. It’s so irritating .”

“Jesus, you’re such a bitch. You’re my best friend and I love you but god Kun, you can be so mean . But we’re getting off topic—I don’t need a damn bodyguard!”

“He’s not some bodyguard or babysitter Ten, he’s going to be your partner —your equal, if you will.” Kun stood up from his seat and walked around his desk to lean against it, gaze firm and business face on. “The two of you will be working together . He happens to be extremely skilled in the combat side of things and yes, he is much taller than you and appearance-wise he seems more fitting to the role. And his looks match your work a little more than yours do. He’s ex-military, his file says a Navy SEAL if I recall correctly. He will make sure you stay out of trouble while you charm and flirt your way through missions. He will allow me to guarantee—or at least somewhat reassure—your safety.”

“I sincerely apologise that I’m disrupting your usual conduct Ten, but I won’t apologise for wanting to make sure you’re safe. After what happened with Sicheng, neither me nor Taeyong are willing to take any risks when it comes to the safety of our agents. Even Doyoung is being assigned a partner for his field work. Taeyong is letting him know later, and so I give it—” Kun paused to give a quick glance to his watch and then the clock ticking against the wall. “—about forty minutes until the coffee table in the reception is smashed into several hundred thousand pieces, again . Remind me to ask Jungwoo to order a new one when we’re finished.”

Ten let out a soft chuckle, “I’m sorry too, by the way.” Ten took a deep breath, his voice was much quieter than normal, almost as if he was embarrassed. “I get where you’re coming from, I’m just not used to working with any other people aside from Doyoungie or Hendery in my ear, let alone working with anyone in the flesh. The only person I ever had as a partner was you, way back when we were still rookies.” Kun flashed him a small smile in return, an acknowledgement of some sorts of their rookie days. The days before Kun left.

“It’s going to be an adjustment, but I think it’s a good thing. Frankly, even though you probably won’t see it at first, you and Youngho will get along great. He’s coming from a placement in Berlin. He was originally part of the European branch actually, and he’s also bringing three other agents with him—Jung Yoonoh, Lee Donghyuck and Liu Yangyang. I’m not sure what code names they’re being assigned as of yet. Youngho is fluent in both Korean and English, and apparently his Mandarin isn’t terrible so you can pick what you like but keep in mind who your in-ear is. Don’t speak in a language they don't understand. That will remain the rule.”

“You mean if my in-ear is, for some reason, not Hendery or even Mark. You do know that there’s been only one case out of the four hundred and ninety-six missions I’ve worked where my in-ear hasn’t been one of them? And while we’re on that, please never assign Jeno to me again—he was awful but , in all fairness, I think he was just scared of telling me what to do.” Kun rolled his eyes at the fact Ten has memorised his exact number of missions and watches as Ten had visibly relaxed once again, kicking his feet up onto the arm of the sofa he was lounging on. His eyes widened as he tried to remember the information Kun had told him. “Wait, European? Kun did you finally find me the hot British agent of my dreams? I’m ready for my romancing. Okay, that’s a lie, but who knows.” He shrugged.

“No. I don’t know the logistics of how he ended up in Europe but he’s American, from Chicago—the place that, according to him and a quick google search, has really good pizza and is always windy. I wasn’t really interested in his life story, I was more interested in his stats on his transfer application. If it’s any consolation, Irene and Seulgi swear by him—gave him glowing references from their time in Paris and said he’s easy on the eyes, whatever that means.”

“Ah, Kun dearest ,” his voice dripping with sarcasm at the added endearment, “How would you rate his attractiveness?”

“I don’t know, Ten, I don’t pay attention to these things. Besides, I’ve yet to meet him in the flesh. I’ve only seen the pictures from his profile that were provided.”

“Bullshit! Just because you’re all work-focussed and don’t spend time on tinder doesn’t mean you can’t objectively determine if someone is attractive or not. What do our years of friendship get me if you can’t even tell me whether or not he’s ‘future partner with mutually beneficial relations material?’”

The apples of Kun’s cheeks turned rosy at that, a light blush washing over him as he visibly stiffened slightly. Ten always found it amusing that even with their years of friendship and his own distinct lack of a filter, when it came to most discussions—particularly his nonchalant approach to sex and the attractiveness of someone—Kun would flush instantly like you’d just caught him with his pants down. Unfortunately, Ten knew exactly how Kun reacted to being seen with his pants down, a price that comes with having been friends for many years and Ten’s old habit of showing up at Kun’s apartment unannounced. It’s safe to say Ten avoided him for several weeks after the incident, and now he always makes sure to knock or text.

“He—” Kun faltered, “—I guess, objectively speaking of course, I might agree that he’s attractive. Although he seems like a romantic so don’t get your hopes up. God , I need a drink before I talk about this with you and the tantrum Doyoung is going to throw—oh dear.”

“No worries, I can help you with that!” Ten jumped up from his seat, walking over to the large bookshelf filling the length of one of the walls of Kun’s office. He rummaged behind several boxes of files before yelling, “Found it!” and returning with a bottle of soju. Kun doesn’t want to know how or when it ended up in his office, but Ten seems to have gained psychic abilities because he counters that, “It’s a need-to-know basis and you don’t need to know. But you never know when you might need a bottle. It’s handy to keep one around.”

“Have you got glasses hidden somewhere too?”

“’Fraid not. We do, however, have mugs so that’ll do. Shot glasses are a pain anyway. You have to keep refilling them and with a mug you don’t.” Ten promptly poured the soju, filling the two mugs and whispering “It’s our little secret,” before sitting down once again (with his feet up on the arm rest again, Kun couldn’t help sneer a little—he was a fan of the no shoes on the furniture policy, but Ten doesn’t agree to it at home, so why would Kun expect him to at the office?).

“Stop glaring at me, Kun. I’m not putting my feet down. Now , finish what you were saying about my partner .”

“I really don’t know much else about him,” Kun sighed, “he requested that two of the other agents also received a transfer and the third was given a non-negotiable transfer. He got into some trouble while in Berlin so they had to pull him immediately, but even I wasn’t given the details. I do know that he speaks Mandarin, so you can have someone else to practice with when you feel like, and I’m sure Xiaojun will be roping him into the Chinese-only nights in no time.”

“Kun, you’re supposed to be the source of all information. How do you know so little? Oh quit it, I know you only know what the profile tells you blah blah blah.”

“You can tease Doyoung about this partner, if that makes you feel any better. I don’t know much about him either but he’s another ex-military poster boy, Yoonoh could pass as a high-end model too. According to Seulgi they call him ‘everyone’s first love’. He has dimples that are apparently ‘ to die for ’ and if the photos on his profile are anything to go by, he has some rather... prominent abs. Taeyong described them as washboard,” when Kun had asked him to explain, Taeyong had patted the younger’s head and told him that it was late and he was going to head home. “I practically had to wipe the drool off of his face after he spent far too long looking at the pictures attached to the profile. Who even attaches multiple shirtless pictures to their profile? We only need one for identification, not multiple for Taeyong to fawn over. Jesus , pass the bottle, would you?”

“Kun it’s not even 5 pm, I think one mug of soju is enough daytime drinking while at work, especially if the new people are arriving today.”

“Need I remind you that I’m your superior, pass the bottle so I can drown out that picture. He kept making jokes about how I never date. I was young and hot once you know? I had fun, I got around, I wasn’t old and boring like I am now.”

“Kun I do not need or want to know how your sex life has deteriorated. I lived next-door to you in college—that’s all I need to know. You’ll find someone when you’re ready. Who knows, maybe you’ve already met them.”

“Have you thought about my offer to live with me or on-base yet? I don’t like the thought of you living alone… not after everything.”

Ten raised his eyebrow at the comment. “I haven’t yet but I’ll think about it. Now , tell me about Yoonoh.”

“The only other thing I was told is that he’s supposedly quite the charmer and sweet talker, however he’s always declined any advances made towards him according to Irene. He seems to have a naturally flirtatious personality, though.”

“Ahh, brilliant! Poor Doie is going to fall in love with him so quickly, I can’t wait . I hope Yoonoh’s going to flirt with him. He isn’t going to have a clue what to do.”

“What you’re saying would sound sympathetic or supportive coming from anyone else's mouth, but from yours it just sounds downright sadistic.”

If Kun hadn’t known Ten as long as he had, the eerie smile Ten is currently adorning would’ve been alarming but alas, once you’d known someone long enough, and you’d risked death together and saved one another’s lives more than a handful of times, and a large part of your job involves killing other people, it takes a lot to creep Kun out these days.

“Hey, your forty minutes are up now and no smashed coffee table yet—“

As if someone of a higher power was listening in, the sound of glass shattering echoed through the ground floor of the building along with several screeches from whoever was milling around at the time. This wouldn’t be the last time Doyoung would throw whatever piece of furniture he could get his hands on off the balcony, launching it to the floor below and consistently nailing the coffee table in particular.

“As you were saying Ten?”

Ten pouted and mumbled, “Never mind.”

There was a sheepish knock on the door and Kun yelled a quick come in as a response.

“Sorry to bother you guys, just thought I’d let you know, Kun, but I’m putting the order for a new coffee table in now and a new office chair. Is there anything else you need?”

“No that’s all, thanks Jungwoo.”

“Wait? An office chair too?” Ten sat up a little, waiting for a response.

“Yes, Ten,” Jungwoo sighed, “That’s what Doyoung threw off the balcony—may need to bring a contractor in to fix the dent in the floor, but I think a new table will cover it enough that it doesn’t need to be done anytime soon.”

“I forgot you’ve never actually witnessed Doyoung throwing various belongings off the balcony. The money he costs me is ridiculous.”

“I’ll leave the two of you to it. I doubt it’ll be long before they make their way down. You know what Doyoung’s like.”

“No worries, thanks Jungwoo.”

Jungwoo had only just made it back to his desk where Xiaojun was waiting with a fresh cup of coffee when Doyoung flung Kun’s office door open, bypassing the now sheepish looking Jungwoo and closely followed by an exasperated looking Taeyong.

“For the last time, Taeyong, no! It’s not happening! I work alone, alone ! Do I need to spell it out for you? It’s a five-letter word, of which the meaning is to be by oneself, or shall we take the definition from the Oxford Dictionary where they define alone to be: one, without any other people or two, without the help of other people or things.” Doyoung took a second to catch his breath in between sentences, “I don’t need someone looking out for me, I look out for me. I’m the quartermaster, I head up our entire technology department.”

He jabbed a finger in Taeyong’s direction, “I’m regarded as one of the best amongst all the branches of NCT. Yes, I hacked my profile again to look. You really should get someone to make it less easy—oh wait, you can’t because I’m the only one who can because it’s my job. I am not some newbie field agent who doesn’t know how to reload a handgun in less than ten seconds. You made me go through the training just like everyone else, I can tell you that I did not engage in hand to hand combat on a daily basis with Lucas for shits and giggles. No one trains with Lucas for fun aside from Renjun but its Renjun. That kid scares me, he may be pint-sized but if Ten has taught me anything, the short ones can bite and they usually have high pain thresholds but not-so high patience and I’m not ready to die just yet. Honestly, I’m getting a tad concerned at the number of people we employ that appear very cute but just happen to be capable of snapping your neck or blowing your head off.”

“Are you done yet?” Taeyong sighed, impatiently tapping his foot against the floor. He was fully aware that Doyoung wasn’t actually angry, he wasn’t death glaring either Taeyong or Kun, and aside from the coffee table no major damage had been caused. It was typical Doyoung, whine until someone gives in.

“No. No, I am not finished. Thank you, Taeyong.”

“Oh my, please continue, Doyoung. Everyone here wants to hear your pathetic complaints.” Ten’s trademark sarcasm dripping from every word.

“Oh Ten, don’t act like you weren’t whining to Kun about this less than an hour ago.”

“At least I haven’t been bitching to Taeyong for an hour and thrown a fucking chair. You can be so dramatic Doyoungie.”

“Dramatic? Me? Have you met yourself?”

“Both of you, be quiet!” It was rare of Kun to yell at someone, to be angry with them—let alone full-fledged shouting in the confines of his office. “Taeyong, please may you check with Jungwoo on when the new agents will be here? Ten and Doyoung can join the meeting as well if they stop insisting on acting like children . Apparently, they seem to have forgotten that we may all be friends here, but while we’re at work, I am their superior and what I say is final.”

“Sorry to interrupt again Kun, but the new agents are here. Xiaojun is with them in the conference room and asked me to get you as soon as possible. He seems to find them rather intimidating.”

“Right, nevermind Taeyong and thank you Jungwoo, we’ll be right there. You and Xiaojun can feel free to head home. I’ll need just one of you to round up whoever’s still hovering and point them in the direction of the dorms—I don’t want to be interrupted when we give them the tour. Have a nice evening, and I will see you tomorrow.”

“Will do, thank you. I’ll be in for the conference with Japan first thing in the morning. See you then!” With a meek half-smile, he hurried out of the office once again. Jungwoo wasn’t a stranger to the tension of the office, so he knew very well that Kun rarely shouted, and he wasn’t for testing his patience.

“Okay then. Do you two still want to act like toddlers with your whining? Or can we all go and introduce ourselves to the new agents with the manners and respect we would expect to receive from anyone else?”

“Yes, Kun. Sorry, Kun.” They both mumbled simultaneously, standing up and straightening their clothes.

“Ready, Yong?”

“After you.”

#nct #dojae #jaedo #markhyuck #johnyong #kunten #markhyuck fic #luren #yuren #yukren #rencas #i dont know #henyang #nct fic #nct 127 #nct fanfic #nct fluff #nct au

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leaolivia · 5 years

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N'SIDE NCT #2018 Year in Review *Skit*

Taeyong: *pulls out paper from back pocket and starts reading* Well guys *clears throat* it has been a while since we've all had a chance to meet as a full group. I just wanted us to reflect on the past year and the successes that we've made.

Haechan *from kitchen*: Um...question

Taeyong: Yes?

Haechan: Did Doyoung write that paper and is he secretly the one behind this meeting?

Taeyong: Um-

Doyoung *sitting back straight in a chair right next to TY*: You don't have to answer that Taeyong….and for the next part if you could put a little more emotion in your voice I would appreciate it.

Yuta *coming from back hallway*: So sorry I'm late to this meeting guys I was on the phone with my lawye- um I mean long distance best friend...y'all don't know him...he's Japanese.

Taeil: Yeah i feel like you're lying but also I don't really care.

Jisung: *laughs*

Jeno: *raises hand* Can I go first? I really have some things I'm grateful for.

Taeyong: Sure go ahead.

Jeno: I just did.

Lucas: You just did what??

Jeno: I said there were things that I'm grateful for….

Jaemin: You’re doing great sweetie!

Renjun: *rubs temples* So that's the kind of meeting we're going to have today…nice *sighs*

Doyoung: There are no wrong answers. I am personally happy about all of the success we've had. Our fan base grows with every comebac-

Jungwoo: *pulls out pack of gum and starts walking across the living room passing it out*

Doyoung: Does that have to happen right now while I'm speaking?

Jungwoo: Um I don't know, do you want to have bad breath? We all fight our battles differently. Funky breath is mine.

Chenle: *looks around and then does a small clap in solidarity*

Johnny: Well speaking of being grateful this time of year in America-

Haechan: *under his breath to Mark* I bet you 5 bucks he name drops America like 6 more times before this meeting is done.

Mark: Pls can you just act right for 10 seconds, plssss?

Haechan: *pulls out gum from Jungwoo and sticks it on Mark's ear*

Haechan: Saranghae

WinWin: *interjects* I'm very happy that we all got closer and that we are getting along so well.

Yuta: *smiles like Kris Jenner at WinWin*

WinWin:

WinWin: I wouldn't mind being a little less close to some people though...

Yuta:*whispers* Don’t fight it.

Doyoung: *Stands up and takes his papers away from TY* Thank you Taeyong for starting this meeting but I think that everyone would prefer for me to take over.

Lucas: *looks around* wait...this is a meeting? I thought we were about to order food!

Ten: How do you understand and not understand Korean at the exact same time?

Lucas: *oblivious* I can’t help being this gifted.

Haechan: Speaking of gifted, I was looking at the presents under the tree and so far I have the most!

Chenle: Weren’t you gathering empty boxes and wrapping them in wrapping paper earlier?

Haechan: Weren’t you a gifted child prodigy in China but now get three lines per comeback?

Jisung: *snorts while looking over Doyoung’s shoulder to see how many words he has left to say.*

Ten: I think that we had a great year too-

Taeil: lol “we”

Ten: I got to do some cool projects for SM station, I didn’t get drafted, and was able to really be an active part.

Johnny: Your fake neck brace you wore to the medical exam for the draft is in my room.

Jaehyun: Your fake crutches are in mine…

Taeyong: I still get weird google suggestions for all of the Web MD illnesses you googled on my Ipad.

Ten:

Ten: Whatever.

Doyoung: Um great contributions Ten, we are so proud to have you on the team. We do still have three new rookies who are waiting to move in-

Jaemin: Where? We literally have no more room in this dorm. Last night I slept on the bathroom floor!

Taeyong: You have a bed tho…

Yuta: Um yeah I needed some extra space for some clothes so I kinda took it over...for the next couple of weeks.

Johnny: Yuta…

Renjun: I heard there was s rumour at SM that to make space for the new members, the most popular members here would be moving into a better dorm...is that true?

Mark: *zipping up suitcase* Nah...we're a team.

Taeyong: I can't find my good toothbrush!!

Jaehyun: *taking picture frames of himself off the wall and putting them in boxes*

Jaehyun: Eh don't believe everything you hear.

Jaemin: *to Jeno* dibs on Mark's bed.

Doyoung:

Doyoung: I think that this has been a very good little check in just to see how everyone is doing.

Lucas: So we're really not ordering food??

Doyoung: *ignores* Maybe after Christmas we can have another meeting to stay on the same page.

Haechan: I'll be busy that day.

Doyoung: I didn't specify a day…

Haechan: Exactly.

Taeyong: Um good meeting guys. I'm going to go take my mattress outside to a moving truck…..no reason just because.

Renjun: *to Kun* So tell me about the Chinese market...i may have to go back.

Doyoung: *sighs* Please leave...all of you.

Kun: *raises hand* I didn't get a chance to say anything.

Doyoung: You won't til 2019 so don't feel bad.

Kun:

Kun: U right.

#n'side nct #kpop #kpop memes #nct memes #nct u #nct 127 #nct dream #taeyong #ten #mark #doyoung #jaehyun #taeil #winwin #haechan #yuta #chenle #renjun #jisung #jeno #jaemin #johnny #lucas #jungwoo #kun

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leaoliviaa-blog · 5 years

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N'SIDE NCT *A NCT Skit* #We're all in this together