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inctlife · 4 years

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physical description of the nct dream kids

disclaimer: when i describe the kids physical description, please understand that i mean only the attributes they inherit from their dads! i believe that part of creating an au like this is how cool it is that people can just have their own image of the kids !!

huang renjun’s

changming

5’9” (175cm)

long and sharp eyes that look similar to renjun’s but like ,,, pointy-er

just overall really soft features lol

always loves to look good so you always see him wearing shirts or shirt trousers and a jumper or smth

has longish dark brown hair that’s kinda styled upwards

has quite a big scar on his ear from where he ripped it open and had to get it sewed again

(that hurt a lot)

huiliang

5’6” (168cm) bullies his dad for making him short

and renjun just looks down at him like ‘oh well my dude’

has quite long hair , like long enough that he can tie back, but it’s more yuta-esque then scruffy

absolutely always wears t-shirts that plug his youtube channel

has renjun’s facial features overall

quite pale

jinjing

5’2” (158cm)

pale + skinny

says she was born to be a gremlin and her brothers agree

baggy clothes agenda

well–

tight trousers and baggy t-shirts/jumpers

has long (boob-wasit length) light brown hair that’s lightly curly and no one really knows where that came from tbh

lee jeno’s

hoon

really sharp facial features

eye smile :)

5’9” (177cm)

just basically is his dad lmao

really muscly and has loads of muscle definition

only difference is that hoon has this big birth mark that goes up the side of his neck

yeah

hani

5’5” (165cm)

has her dad’s facial features but just like ,, a bit rounder

like she’s got a rounded chin, not a squared one and her nose is just slightly more button like

but still, eye smiles for days :)

she’s rlly sporty but she’s not skinny she’s kinda thicc + just quite curvy

shoulder length black hair

she likes wearing hair bands (like alice bands ,, the ones across ur whole head)

likes wearing dainty pieces of jewellery

+ has glasses but often just wears contacts

haon

body exactly like jeno but ... bigger

5’10” (178cm)

and BIG muscles

i mean like,, seo changbin big

like,,,, smaller than wonho, but that kinda feeling

we young era jeno hair, but dark brown

has his dad’s facial features but once again a big softer lol

has a scar on his collarbone from god knows what

glasses

lee donghyuck’s

moonsun

mELANIN

yes

lowkey chubby as well, but like has toned calves and toned arms

has donghyuck’s eyes and lil nose uwu

has really long dark brown hair that’s kinda wavy

loves putting it in pig tails

not physical but has haechan’s laugh as well

has a very girly sense of style ,, but does like wearing her dad’s clothes

5’3” (160cm)

miyeon

meLANIN

quite skinny

has haechan’s lil smile uwu and you can definitely see resemblance in their eyes

boob length hair that’s layered (light brown bc she dyes highlights into it)

has a similar sense of style to hyuck’s

so basically a freakin fashion icon

has a scar on her brow bone lol from where she smacked her face on the coffee table and burst open her eyebrow

5’5” (165cm)

minji

meLANIN

do you sense a theme

has like shoulder-boob length hair that’s kinda wavy/curly which is light brown

likes wearing pastel coloured clothes + accessories + makeup

5’2” (157cm)

basically the girl version of donghyuck

has her dad’s eyes

minhyuk

MELANIN

okay so body type is basically exactly like haechan but,, when he’s on the thiccer side

can you tell i’m big on the haechan thicc agenda

has lots of moles

enjoys doing eye makeup on himself

5’9” (175cm)

has haechan’s lips

has a red birth mark on his jawline that just looks like a constant cut

na jaemin’s

areum

jaemin’s twin

has jaemin’s smile + his pretty lil eyes + his straight ass nose as well

5’3” (160cm)

enjoys wearing her dad’s and/or her brother’s clothes

9 times out of 10 she’ll be wearing doc martens

cool guy tbh

has waist length hair with a full fringe as well :)

it’s light brown :)

there are some pink bits in it :)

hanuel

5’10” (178cm)

has jaemin’s smile as well!!! overall looks more like jaemin tbh :)

has quite short light brown hair

soft boy style !!!

likes stealing areum’s clothes

but jokes on him cause most of those clothes are jaemin’s anyway

uju

5’8” (173cm)

has jaemin’s eyes & smile :D

lots of muscle definition

has the same kind of style as jaemin

so like lots of just black + white ,, leather jackets ,, shirts

has long-ish dark brown hair

has a scar across his tummy :/

zhong chenle’s

zihao

facial features-wise he looks more like his mum

but sometimes he’ll just sit there and you just look at him and be like ‘oh shit he really do be chenle’s son’

yea

chenle ‘s dimples!!!!!!

likes wearing button-up shirts with funky patterns

5’11” (180cm)

kinda long hair that always looks rlly soft

weisheng

basically chenle’s twin lol

5’11” (182cm)

chenle’s eyes + chenle’s nose + chenle’s smile + chenle’s dimples!!!!

kinda chubby

soft hair

has a scar on his ear from where he pierced it himself and then he and sejun kinda proceeded to rip it out by accident

cause they’re dumbasses

park jisung’s

sunmi

kinda lanky

5’10” (178cm) + quite skinny

has boob length hair + a thin fringe that she kinda swoops back a lot of the time

dyed it orangey-blonde when she was like 15 and tbh it looks really good

rlly pretty hands ? lol nails are always painted orange

has the mousey look that jisung has

basically has his nose + lips

sejun

has his dad’s eyes

but doesn’t look extremely similar lol

mostly cause sejun’s hair is pretty short

basically shaved on the sides

6’1” (186cm)

has a scar on his lower lip from being a dumbass in someway smh

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neohours · 5 years

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Renjun: Shut up.

Haechan: But I didn't say anything?

Renjun: Well, just shut up.

#nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct texts #nct smut #nct fluff #nct soft #nct angst #nct dream hours #nct hours #nct dream scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct renjun #huang renjun #nct incorrect quotes #nct haechan #lee donghyck

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jjun4thitboy · 5 years

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[06:35pm] "it's beautiful" you whispered to artist!donghyuck when he finished his painting, he stroke your hands that are on his stomach and smiled softly giving them a light squeeze

#nct dream #7dream #nct 127 #nct u #haechan #haechan nct #lee donghyck #nct au #nct scenario #nct imagine #nct blurb #nct fluff #nct soft hours #donghyuck au #donghyuck scenario #donghyuck imagine #donghyuck fluff #donghyuck soft hours

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tangerinedits · 3 years

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#icons #nct #nct icons #nct 127 #nct 127 icons #mark #mark icons #mark lee #mark lee icons #haechan #haechan icons #lee donghyuck #lee donghyck icons #yuta #yuta icons #yuta nakamoto #yuta nakamoto icons

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kkaebsongtypo · 3 years

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[4:39pm] "I've got you baby..." Donghyuck said quietly, lacing his fingers with yours. He squeezed your hand gently as you stood side by side outside of his parents house, getting ready to meet his family for the first time. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves.

"They're going to love you." He said, turning to look at you. You took another deep breath and nodded slowly. Donghyuck smiled softly, leaning forward slightly to kiss your forehead. He looked you in the eye and nodded gently; you nodded back to him with a nervous smile before he knocked on the door.

unus annus m.l

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renjunfromthestars · 4 years

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one last time

Pairing: Haechan + Reader

Genre: Angst, smut? suggestive, fluff, established relationship

Song recs: Lose by Niki,Pluto Projector by Rex Orange County, Sofia by Clario

Warnings:

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary:

Sometimes, just loving each other isn’t a reason to continue being together.

Life consists of moments, and some people are only meant to stay in your life for a moment.

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September (Now)

When you wake up, it’s breaking dawn. Despite the layers you’re tangled in, it’s still cold in the little one bedroom apartment you share with Haechan downtown. There’s an obscene amount of blankets for the sheer size of the bed; the air condition has been blasting too low for weeks, and neither of you have bothered trying to turn it off.

The kitchen sink has clogged up a couple days ago, from the buildup of grease or a stray utensil you don’t know—just that the dishes have piled up, and much like the thin balance that holds you and Haechan together, are on the verge of collapsing.

You question if he still lives with you out of fear of being alone, but you know the answer has always lied in the thin white sheets of the empty two sized bed when you wake up.

Even so, during the rare moments you wake up early enough to see him next to you, there’s an unspoken wall split down the white sheets, and you haven’t really kissed each other in weeks.

As your eyes dart around the room, what should really be considered evidence of your relationship seems old, like artifacts, untouched for centuries. The picture frame that once graced the nightstand, trapped in the crevice between the wall, the 70-millimeter projector Haechan bought you for christmas, back in the box, collecting dust and untouched.

It’s another day, another changing of the seasons, and you’re still looking for someone to blame, but it's hard to point fingers at someone who isn’t there.

It’s hard for Haechan to do wrong when he hasn’t been doing anything. So maybe it’s you that make the moments alone feel so long, as you find yourself waiting for just the click of the door opening, a call, a note, a kiss, anything. And maybe one day, if you try hard enough, you’ll find something out of nothing.

But right now, as you hear shuffling and the click of a door, you know he’s only leaving the apartment again.

September (Before)

It’s bittersweet when the last hints of summer fade into fall, but when you make your way up the stairs and finally drop the boxes on the floor, you don’t mind it as much as you thought you would.

“It’s so spacious.”

“You don’t have to lie, Channie.”

“No I’m serious.”

“First of all, you’re never serious, and second of all, it’s only because it’s empty and we haven’t unpacked.”

He seems so excited and you can’t blame him, you’re excited too. A place to finally call your own, even if it was the size fit for a Keebler elf.

As you work on opening each cardboard box, Haechan digs in, taking your things out of the box, organizing them. When you’re finally done, you plop on the couch, resting. When you look over at Haechan he’s focused, with a little drop of sweat traveling down his face as he puts up the curtains.

Christmas (Before)

“Well, it has character.”

“You don’t have to lie.”

The thing in question, being the little Christmas tree Haechan dragged in despite your insistence that one wasn’t necessary. It’s frail, evidenced by the way the weight of the star bends the tip of the tree, and the firs that branch out from the trunk are discolored. It’s so dry, you think, if you snap the tree in half and start rubbing the sticks together, you could start a fire. You rather not be arrested for arson, so you just sigh. It is kind of endearing, but you’d never admit it.

“And now we wait for Midnight,” he declares, wrapping his arm around you. “so I can kiss you in celebration.”

“I think you’re confusing Christmas with New Years.”

“I figured you’d be difficult,” he shrugs. “You’re always worried about something,” he begins, rummaging in his pocket. “Loosen up it’s Christmas, our second one.” When his hand finally leaves his pocket, there’s a small bunch of mistletoe haphazardly attached to a string. He lifts his arm, and it dangles just above your heads.

“You have to kiss me now.”

“I’d kiss you regardless-”

“Shut up.” With the swift movement of his head, he presses his lips against you.

It’s Christmas, and you don’t have a lot of money. It’s Christmas, but you have Haechan, and that’s all that matters.

…

“Where did you get this, anyways?”

Haechan scratches the back of his head. “I dunno.”

“Don’t even try lying to me, I’ll get it out of you eventually.”

“It’s not lying if I withhold the truth,” he says stubbornly, and you roll your eyes as you adjust the focus of the screen.

“No seriously, this is a really nice projector. I don’t think we could’ve afforded something like this if we only ate rice and beans for a month.”

“I don’t understand why it matters.” he says nonchalantly, chewing on the last of the popcorn

“It matters because rent is due next week, and we’re almost short because of the heating bill.”

“You worry too much.”

“And you worry too little” you interject.

“Not when it’s about you.” he responds, and your face softens.

He opens his arms, and you crawl into them. You’ve been stressed with work lately, he knows.

You’ve always talked about getting a projector, and how cool it would be (“We could have movie nights!”) but knowing you, you wouldn’t ever drop money on one to buy it for yourself.

It’s the last of his graduation money well spent, just to make you happy.

New Years (Before)

You don’t know if it’s the twinkling lights, or the atmosphere (or the champagne) that has you feeling this way, but you’re feeling quite warm and fuzzy.

You trip and nearly kiss the floor on the way to the snack table when Jaemin catches you.

“Woah woah woah there, easy. Looks like someone’s had too much to drink.” he teases, reaching across the table to grab a napkin. Some of the champagne from his flute spilled onto your dress, and Jaemin dabs a napkin apologetically.

Renjun glances to his side and gives Haechan a little tap, pointing to your hunched figure. Haechan sighs, and makes his way to you.

To the average bystander, it's an innocent display of chivalry as Jaemin links his arm around yours and you lean on him, searching for a place to put you so you won’t cause anymore trouble, but Haechan can’t help but feel a little, pissed off? Peeved, jealous even.

“My dress,” you grumble, and Jaemin only laughs. “It’s okay, you still look pretty y/n. You’ve always been.

Yes, you do look pretty tonight, Haechan knows, and when you’re back in his arms, he whispers to you that you’re going home.

...

You’re breathless when Haechan scoops your legs from right under you, disregarding the heel on your left foot you still haven’t taken off.

“Too slow.” he huffs, and you can only wrap your arms around your neck in support when he impatiently shakes your body slightly so that your shoe falls to the floor.

When he finally makes his way to the bedroom, he plops you front first. The bed feels so comfy, but you snap back into focus when you hear some rustling, then the familiar clank of the metal of a belt hit the floor.

When you turn around, he wastes no time kissing you, and you almost forget what you wanted to say.

“We didn’t even-” Haechan begins to slide his hand under your dress, interrupting you. “Even see the ball drop” you manage to gasp out.

“Does it matter?” he hums. Your strapless bra is yanked right out from under you, and any resolve you had to press the topic any further goes with it.

“It is so bad that I want to spend some quality alone time with you on New Years?”

He’s so worked up it’s almost comical, and he makes it a point to fuck you so that you’ll be feeling it for the next week, but you’re not complaining. It’s quality alone time after all.

Spring (Before)

If they say March comes in like a lion and out like a lamb, then your sanity must have left with it. You get a job promotion, and Haechan well, finally finds a job after months of searching. Haechan’s excited, you’re excited, money isn’t as much of an issue anymore, and you couldn’t be happier.

With your newfound responsibilities, you find that it’s hectic at work, so you’re hardly home when he is. When you are, you find yourselves too tired to do anything but stick a frozen dinner in the microwave, and call it a night. But when you can, you try to set aside a day to eat together, to do something.

It’s difficult at first, but it’s okay, because change is arduous, and it’s okay, because you have each other.

You try your best to call during lunch breaks, but even then, the calls get shorter, and spending time together becomes an afterthought. The time you do spend together is awkward, with strained silences in between that make you think, was it always like this before? You would almost prefer arguing- then you would at least be talking to each other.

Maybe the riff between you two goes deeper than that, then just work on the surface. It’s riddled with doubt, uncertainty. Doubt, when he says he has extra hours he needs to do at the company, uncertainty when you don’t know when you’ll see him next. You don’t need to lose your mind every time he doesn’t call, because he certainly doesn’t. He doesn’t, so you won’t. You shouldn’t have to win his love, right? because you have it. You’ve always had it.

You don’t know when it occurred to you that his laugh began to mean something more to you--but right now, you’re not so sure when you started evolving into strangers.

Summer (Before)

Spring bleeds into summer, and work lets down a little. Haechan has the day off. You let him know you’ll be coming home a little early, and you do, right before the sun sets, groceries in hand.

When you slip off your shoes and hang your jacket on the coat rack, you make your way to the kitchen. As you make your way to the kitchen, you notice the pans on the stove, and the single empty set aside in the sink.

When you make your way to the bedroom, you find him on his back, scrolling aimlessly through his phone.

“Does this even matter to you, if we eat together?”

“Not really,” he shrugs.

You drop the subject.

September (Now)

Maybe at a time you felt free here, but right now, everything about the apartment is suffocating, the blankets, the air, the silence. You bring out the duffel bag you haven’t used since you’ve moved in, and begin to fill it with your belongings. You need to be somewhere, anywhere. Anywhere but here.

Dusk is transforming into evening when you finally see him. He’s leaning against the door frame, with the light of the sunset illuminating the thin wisps of hair that frame his face. In baggy sweats, and your favorite white tee of his, with the tiny hole on the sleeve from wearing it so much (because you liked it, he once said), in the rose tinted light, he’s the spitting image of the boy you fell in love with, the boy you’ve always loved, for the past year, months, weeks. But when you take the time to look closer, he looks tired, with his eyes sunken and hollow. At the edge of the room is as close as he gets, but he feels miles away

“Where did you go today?”

“I was out with a friend,” you lie. You’re always there when he comes home, and that hasn’t changed. But how else are you going to explain the traces of makeup that linger on your face, and the fact that you’re dressed? You didn’t think he’d care enough notice, let alone point it out. You look up at him, but his gaze remains on the floor, shoe digging in the peeling carpet.

When you see his jaw tense and lips begin to part, you see a glimpse of the man who used to hold on to you like you were the last person on earth; he’s lost the right a long time ago, to be overprotective, to ask about your day, like it would make any difference now. It’s when his gaze travels from the carpet, to the closet, the empty hangers, the sweater in your hands, the bag, he stops; it’s finally sinking in.

Baggy sweats, in a white t-shirt with his heart on his sleeve. Messy hair, he looks like the man you’ve always known, always loved, last year, last month. Today, and even tomorrow when you’re on that train going far far away. If you get on that train.

Because you’ve been thinking: Is this what love is? They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, but all you’ve been feeling these days is empty. Even so, after all this time apart, you still feel the urge to kiss him.

“Where are you going?” he looks at you, the closet, the bag.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t need to lie to me.”

The answer is in your silence, and wordlessly, he walks past you and lays on the bed.

“Come here,” he says, and his body forms a crevice on the bed that hasn’t been there for months.

“I don’t think I should.”

“Please,” his voice breaks, and you feel your plans begin to tear apart at the seams. “Just one last time.”

He knows he can’t stop you from leaving, it’s inevitable, an unspoken end. He can only delay it.

There's a soft crinkle as he wraps his arms around you in your jacket, tightly, almost painfully.

“The truth is, I- I still, I-”

“I know,” you say softly, interrupting him. “Me too.”

…

When you wake up it’s breaking dawn, and you’re tangled in the arms of the only thing you’ve ever known love to be. He looks so peaceful, with the light of dawn shining on his bare face like drops of morning dew catching the sun. He’s still Haechan and you’re still you, but you know things are different now, and somewhere along the way you forgot to tell each other about it.

You hastily get your bag, leaving no room for second thoughts.

As you head out the door, you see a bag of groceries carelessly dropped on the counter, the bag broken. You see oranges, cereal, a carton of eggs all for two. You see your favorite brand of instant coffee, the one Haechan hates, but always buys for you anyway.

It’s bittersweet as the last hints of summer fade into fall, and you mind it. You mind it a lot. You know there will be a time again when everything will fit right in, but right now, everything is falling apart and you can’t look back. Maybe in a different life you both fight all day, but kiss all night. In another universe, things could still be changing too. You could be leaving this little apartment together, on a train maybe to somewhere bigger.

September (Before)

“y/n?”

“Yes Hyuck?” you say absentmindedly, fiddling with his silver necklace as you lay on his chest. You’re both tired from unpacking, and you might be just a little late for work. It doesn’t matter, you can spare the subway fare instead of walking.

“Where do you want to live eventually?”

“I have no idea, but I’m open to anything. I think it would be really cool to live in the city,” you ponder. “but I wouldn’t be able to live there my whole life, you know? What about you?”

“I kinda wanna live in Utah.”

“Utah is really pretty.” you agree. “Airplane tickets are kinda expensive though, trains are cheaper, but it might take a little longer, and I don’t know if I can be in confined space with you for that long.” you tease.

“Don’t lie you love me,” he grumbles. “It just seems so great,” Haechan continues. “It’s rural and the houses are so big and-” he suddenly pauses. “What if we can’t find jobs in the same location?”

“Hyuck why are you so worried about all this? ” You can only laugh at the little frown he makes in response. “We just moved in, and all of this is so far ahead in the future.”

“I want to make your life amazing,” he announces, “I want the best for us so figured I might as well start planning now.”

You’re ready to tease him for his sudden onset of seriousness, for being so out of character. The Haechan you know doesn’t plan; he scarfs down cereal each day in the morning, and throws on the first item he sees-but when you look up at him, his eyes are filled with sincerity—He’s dead serious.

As you sit up you kiss his forehead, cupping his face in your hands. Feeling his cheeks contract as you pull away, he purses his lips.

“Kiss me?”

“Okay, just one last time,” you laugh. “I really need to go now though.”

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a/n: I don’t know why but I’ve been writing a lot of sad stuff lately, I hope this one makes sense lmao. Let me know what you think, feedback is always appreciated

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pyox1 · 4 years

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[9:33pm] "He parked in my spot! Again!" You scoffed, peeking through the blinds of your window. "What a douchebag..." Your roommate sighed, her head hurting from your constant whines against the next door neighbor.

"Why don't you just confront him?" She asked as if it was the most obvious thing to do, only hoping that you'll agree to silence you.

"And risk embarrassing myself or him just telling me to screw off?! Never." Another sigh left her lips. "Plus, I have no idea who he is, it's not like I'd know who to talk to."

"He lives in the appartement right next to ours." She said, matter of fact.

"Still! What if someone else answers the door? And what if I start insulting the wr-"

"Oh my god!" You roommate interrupted you, fed up. "Key his car! I don't know! Why should I care?" Your mouth shut slowly as you catched the key she threw your way. "Just- please. My head is throbbing right now and your nonsense is not helping in any way right now."

"Of course, sorry. My parking spot holds a special place in my heart, you know that." She laughs, while you close the front door behind you, walking with determination towards the old toyota prius that you oh so hated. Looking around, you made sure the coast was clear before squating down to the level of the driver's door.

What could you possibly write or draw on this idiot's car... You could go for a dick, a well known classic, but unoriginal. You could also decorate it with nicknames such as dickhead, asshole, moron, parking thief, the possibilities were endless. You took a deep breath of air, bringing the key up to the car.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Without turning around you answered the unknown voice.

"I'm about to give this imbecile what he deserves." The person behind you cleared its throat, the voice now much closer to you. You turned around to be faced with a tall guy, brown hair and soft eyes. His skin was tan and he stood nonchalantly, his hands in the pockets of his pants. You were sure had never seen him before. It would've been hard to forget a pretty face like his.

"I'm sorry- but who are you? As you can see, i'm in the middle of something." You dangled the keychain between your index and your thumb.

"Well, I'm the imbecile's car's owner." You felt all the color drain out of your face as you stood back up, getting to eye level with the guy.

"I am SO sorry. Oh my- oh my- I didn't mean to- shit." You ran you hand through your hair, while he stared amusingly at your small breakdown. "Fuck- I had no idea you were the owner of this vehicule, please forgive me."

"Don't sweat it," He chuckled, crossing his arms. "I feel like there must be a reason behind you wanting to sabotage my car... Care to explain?" You had never felt as small as today, still being almost the same height as the cute guy in front of you. While you tried to explain your motives in the most polite way, and without stuttering, you couldn't help but notice his growing smirk. He didn't seem mad at all, which confused you.

"Again, I'm sorry." You said, putting an end to your explanation.

"Again, you technically didn't do anything wrong, at the end I'm the asshole of the story. I shouldn't be parking in your spot."

"Oh, uh, don't worry, it's fine." You were taken aback by his understanding and kindness. You were ashamed of yourself for expecting him to be some big jerk while he was the one apologizing.

"But I do expect some kind or payement for such malicious ideas towards my car." He started, walking closer. "What about I take you out on a date? And then we can call it even."

The blood suddenly all rushed back to your face. You tried to formulate an answer but the words kept getting caught in your throat, leaving you looking like a fish out of water.

"I'll take the blush as a yes." He tried to hold back his laugh. You suddenly relaxed, his words making you feel more at ease.

"I'm Haechan by the way, or Lee Donghyuck, but most commonly known as the imbecile."

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stansforaliving · 3 years

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Happy Donghyuck day☀️

#Happy birthday haechan #our sunshine #haechan #donghyck #lee donghyuck #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct haechan #nct donghyck #cutie #photos

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kpophogwartsaus · 4 years

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Slytherin hyuck x slytherin reader and yule ball please?? Like him asking the reader out or them at the ball??

𝓖𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮

Pairing: Lee Donghyuck (Haechan) x (Gender Neutral)Reader

Wordcount: 1.9K

Warnings: Hyuck being annoying ig ???

𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 ! ♡

"Hyuck you are seriously a dumbass," Mark slapped his friend in the back of his head after catching him staring at the same person for the seventh time that lunch break.

"Ow!" Donghyuck exclaimed while rubbing the back of his head and glaring at his older friend.

"You can't keep staring if you're not going to ask them out before they find another one to be their date to the Yule Ball." Mark rolled his eyes.

"For your information, I wasn't staring and I don't fancy L/n if that was what you were pointing out." Hyuck lied boldly before turning his gaze that immediately returned to your figure.

Mark only shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes again when he noticed that he was staring again. If he was going to continue staring it only was a matter of time before you would look up and notice. Mark wasn't going to save his friend's butt this time. Mark had immediately noticed Donghyck's small crush on you since your first year. Unfortunately, Hyuck weren't the best at flirting and even though you two were in your 5th year, he was still trying to get your attention by teasing and pranking.

Mark had told him countless times that people don't tend to like to get teased or pranked but Hyuck always dismissed his words and denied feeling anything but annoyance towards you. But Mark had seen the doodles on the corners of his notes and he was just waiting for him to admit it to himself. He heard a quiet gasp escape from Hyuck suddenly and his eyes turned towards his friend. Donghyuck were glaring in your direction so Mark focused on you instead.

He almost gasped himself when he watched as another Slytherin boy in your's and Hyuck's year, Kim Seungmin, chatted with you casually. Donghyuck looked like he had already murdered poor Seungmin in his mind in 11 different ways and was halfway through planning the 12th time. When the pair of you suddenly turned to look in their direction, Hyuck and Mark quickly hid behind the book that Mar was previously reading.

"Do you think they saw us?" Hyuck asked, panicked.

"Do I love watermelons?" Mark responded with a deadpanned look on his face.

"Yes?" Hyuck said in return.

"There's your answer-" Mark flicked his forehead. "-dumbass."

Donghyck's favourite class was Defense Against the Dark Arts because of two reasons. Number one: He was on top of the class and he never turned down an opportunity to shine. Number two: He was seated behind you and therefore had perfect opportunities to gain your attent- to tease you. He already had a shit-eating grin on his face the moment he heard you walk through the door, talking to your friends.

You laughed at something your friend had told you when you passed Donghyuck, you were immediately on edge seeing that big, Cheshire-cat-like grin on his lips and you squinted your eyes suspiciously while stopping in your tracks.

"What did you do to my seat, Donghyuck?" You were the only person that called him by his real name, most people called him Haechan or Hyuck, at his request but you always stuck with calling him by his full name.

"Nothing, L/n. Why so suspicious?" If his smile could extend even further it would've.

"You always do something, you can't expect me to trust you." You deadpanned, you glanced at your seat again. It seemed fine.

"If you have done something to it I'm going to personally send you to detention." You flashed your green prefect badge before resuming your walk towards your seat.

Luckily for your pride and Donghyuck, he had not done anything to your seat. You sat in place, trying to listen to what the professor was saying while ignoring the small paper balls that were constantly landing on the top of your desk. When you felt something bounce on your shoulder you snapped and turned around.

"Would you stop it?" You hissed while practically drilling your gaze into his eyes.

"Lee, L/n, is there something you want to tell the rest of the class." The professor asked suddenly.

"No sir," You quickly replied after turning around.

"Very, well. As I was saying-" The sound of your professor drowned in your annoyance for the boy sitting behind you. It didn't take long before the paper balls started to land on your desk again.

"Detention!" Your professor shouted after you had finally snapped at Donghyuck for real.

"But professor! It's not fair! Donghyuck-" You started to explain but you were cut off.

"I don't care, detention! The two of you out!" He said and you nodded in shame before gathering your things.

You stormed past Donghyck and out in the maze of corridors. Detention would not look good on your record, especially as a prefect. That you were pissed was, to put it mildly, you heard the sound of his footsteps bouncing between the walls as he came closer and something inside you went off. With a fierce glare, you turned around suddenly and Donghyuck stopped a few meters away from you.

"I am so sick of you disturbing me in and outside of class, Lee Donghyuck! At first, it was bearable but DETENTION?! DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW BAD THAT IS GOING TO BE FOR ME?!" You shouted.

"But-" His smile had faded but you were too angry to even notice.

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT, I'LL SEE YOU AT DETENTION BUT AFTER THAT STAY AWAY! STAY FAR AWAY FROM ME, I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU!"

With those words, you turned around and walked away. Donghyuck stayed put and didn't move. He felt most of all shocked, he had never seen you mad but also a little heartbroken. After all, you never saw what he had written on the paper balls that he threw at you.

The two of you had been assigned detention two days after that day. You avoided Donghyuck at any cost, you traded places with one of your classmates, you ignored his attempts to gain your attention in class and you walked out of the room when he entered. Donghyuck felt upset that you were ignoring him but he was even more upset that you were mad at him.

When he walked up and tried to talk it out you walked right past him like he hadn't been there in the first place. He felt his heart falter in its steady beating and he swore he felt it crack. He promised himself that he would get you to talk to him in detention, he just needed a plan.

You walked into Professor Flitwick's classroom, Donghyuck was seated in the far back of the room. You walked past him and was surprised to not hear any attempts to get your attention. Sitting down in the very front you waited in silence for Flitwick to tell you what you would be doing. After a few minutes of complete silence, Professor Flitwick had returned.

"Lee, I see you're back in detention,"

"Always, professor," Donghyuck answered cheekily.

"And-" Flitwick paused in front of you.

"-L/n." He finished with a shocked face. You fake smiled.

"It was his fault." You said. Flitwick only nodded before resuming his walk to the front of the classroom.

"I have no assignment prepared for you, I will allow you to work on any school-related-" He glanced at Donghyuck an extra time.

"-projects, in silence. You may start." He finished and sat down behind his desk. You pulled out your Potions homework and your book and started working.

After working in silence for 30 minutes you heard a small bang coming from somewhere in the castle. The scribbling sounds from the three of you stopped and you looked up at Flitwick before turning around and looking at the door. Donghyck's head was also turned in the direction of the door but then he turned around again. He met your gaze and sent you a quick, almost unnoticeable, wink before returning to his work. You didn't like the wink, he was up to something.

Before you could investigate further, another boom echoed through the castle but this time, it was closer to the classroom. Professor Flitwick stood up from his seat. Then another boom, loud enough for it to be just on the other side of the door. Professor Flitwick began to walk towards the door quickly.

"None of you will be able to leave this room before the time is up," He said before muttering a charm under his breath while pointing the wand towards the lock of the door.

The door closed, leaving you alone with Donghyuck. You immediately heard him get up from his seat and walk towards you with long strides. Mentally rolling your eyes, you returned to your Potions homework. The sound of a slam hit your ears as two fists appeared in your sight. Donghyuck was leaning over you, steadied by his fists that were firmly placed on your desk. You glanced up, his eyes were dark because of the shadow he caused by turning his back on the window.

"Talk to me." He demanded. You only gave him a blank look and returned to your homework.

"Please, talk to me." He asked, it almost sounded like he was desperate. You didn't dare to glance up again.

"Here," He said after a hopeless sigh. He walked away but he left something on your desk.

It was the paper balls from yesterday, a little more deformed but it was them. Donghyuck had already returned to his seat when the quiet sound of rustling paper filled the room. You subconsciously held your breath as the piece of paper in your hand unfolded.

"You are-" You grabbed the next paper ball. "-pretty-" You unfolded another one. "-cute,-" then another. "-be my DATE?" The word "date" was carefully circled with doodled hearts and smiles. The breath you had kept in your lungs escaped without you noticing. Turning in your seat, you met eyes with Donghyuck.

Despite the distance, you could see the uncertainty in his eyes as if he were mere centimetres from your own. His anxiousness was showing as his leg bounced up and down rapidly like your silence were slowly and agonisingly killing him. Finally, you decided you tell him your answer. It came out barely over a whisper but you knew that he heard it.

"No,"

You watched as he slumped back into his seat with his head hanging low as a dog that had just been scolded by its owner.

"I'm joking, sure." You said.

You swore that you never saw anyone move as fast as Donghyuck did after you had accepted his request. He bolted up from his seat with a speed that caused the chair to fall against the floor with a small slam. He stopped right in front of you with a giant, genuine grin on his lips.

"You won't regret this, I promise!" He said before he kissed you quickly on the forehead.

Before either of you had the chance to consider his actions, Professor Flitwick walked through the door.

"Well, Mr Lee and Mr/Ms L/n, it looks like your time is up. You may-" He was cut off by Donghyck racing past him.

"Bye Professor!" He shouted as he ran through the halls. Flitwick looked at Donghyuck as he ran and then at you with a questioning face.

"What has gotten into him?" You weren't able to keep your smile at bay as you answered.

"You tell me, Professor."

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xgalaxyy · 4 years

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mrklees · 7 years

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y'all these rumours about jaemin coming back , i don't think my heart can handle it

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jaehyunsparadise · 5 years

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jellno · 5 years

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ldh | bad company

words: 1k

tags: fluff, domestic!au

warning: one or two cursing ig, been a while since I write again so please bear with me and my writings :(

a/n: this was written for my sweet baby @nctream thank you for encouraging me to write again and supporting me :”) I know we both soft for this boy. I love you buuuuuub

The 80’s soft rock you played from an old record player you bought at a thrift shop just down the road flowed through the entire room. A faint scent of rain slipped through an open window where you had been sitting on it’s edge, enjoying your coffee with a book in one hand, distracted by the view outside a few times.

A buzz on your phone made you look away from the busy street full of vehicle that never seemed to cease. Scanning the name appeared on the screen, you curved a smile. I miss you idiot, you read. Crazy how those words enough to made your entire evening felt a little warmer.

Few exchanged text later, you found yourself staring down at the now empty mug. With a lot of notes to re-read later, the idea to brew another batch made you put down your book and made your way to the kitchen. Couple of minutes and your mug were full again, ready to be a good company through the night.

You jolted at the knock on the the front door. Abandoning your freshly brewed cup of coffee on the table near the window, you ran across your cramped living room slash bedroom towards the door. The boy you least expected to show up this late made his presence clear. With drenched hair from the cold rain outside and metal crutches supporting his body, his mouth formed a wide smile stretched to his ears.

“I thought you know you’re suppose to get a damn lot of rest, Hyuck,” you moved aside, letting your boyfriend made an entrance to your nest. “It’s fucking raining outside. You could’ve wet your cast.”

Donghyuck smirked, pointing his perfectly wrapped cast with his chin. “Jaemin helped me. Who knows plastic wrap can be so useful.”

You shook your head watching him struggling to unwrapped those thick layer of plastic. Being a good girlfriend you were, you decided to crouch down and helped him with it. “What are you doing here anyway? I texted you my notes earlier.”

“I told you, I miss you.”

You got up, squeezing his upper arm with your right hand while the other one holding up the plastic you just scrapped off his cast and plant a small quick peck on his cheeck. “That is exactly why they made video call features on our phone, to make things simpler and easier. To avoid getting soaked on a rainy night in order to visit your significant other.”

“I don’t mind getting soaked, tho.” Donghyuck slipped on of his foot into your in-house slipper, eyes never leaving yours. “You still keep that grey hoodie?”

You hummed and turned around, guiding Donghyuck to your closet and handed him his hoodie he (purposedly) left a few weeks ago.

“Have you eat?” You nodded, standing before him and taking his damp t-shirt to your laundry box as he slipped on your (his) dry hoodie.

“Want some coffee? Still have some left from the last batch,” you were a bit surprised that you just had said that. Because re-reading notes while Donghyuck stays by your side were never a productive way to end a night. In other words, giving him a cup of coffee would definitely make him stays longer than he should probably be.

With his nod, you grabbed another mug and fill them half way to the top before gave it away to your boyfriend who now made a comfort out of your sofa as he plopped down. He patted an empty spot next to him, gesturing you to stay beside him. “Don’t you miss me?”

You sighed and let yourself resting your head on his shoulder, your warm forehead made a contact with his cold neck. “Well, it’s indeed boring without you walking me to my classes. But you need your rest.”

“Contrast to yours, I’m actually happy not walking you to classes. I have to literally cross the entire university to go back to mine—ouch!” you playfully kicked his injured shin. His giggle muffled in your hair while his free hand stroked down your side. “Why is my mug half empty?”

“So you could have some sleep later,” you answered, inhaling his familiar scent.

“But I’m risking my damn leg to come over to accompany you re-reading your stuff.”

“And how do you know again that I’m gonna do that?”

It was Donghyuck’s turn to sigh, “You’re telling me you’re not gonna do that when all of your papers scattered on the table and a cup full of coffee that seems just got refilled. Not to mention your studying anthem, everyone on this continent could hear it.”

You looked up to face his face that was just centimeters away. The pool in his eyes got slightly bigger as they were boring through yours. You could feel his breath tickling down your face once in a while before he paid a quick kiss to your lips and pulled away a second later.

“You okay?”

“You’re a bad company, Hyuck. Everytime you come over I end up cuddling with you and not doing what I’m suppose to be doing.” You groaned in his embrace. “And I can’t even say no to you.”

There was a pregnant silence as Donghyuck keep rubbing your side. His eyes wandered around your place and anchored back to your own. “Alright, what do you want then?” He wacthed you pushing your head back, waiting for your answer.

“All I want is for you to get some rest and have a quick recovery, get back to campus, you know, maybe walking me to classes,” you paused, fingers fiddled with the hem of his hoodie. “I missed you.”

Donghyuck filled the room with chuckles and red cheecks. His arms sneaked their way to your waist and pulled you with him as he lay down on his back. “I know you miss me too, idiot.”

There you were for the rest of the night, laying on top of your boyfriend with mind focus only to his heartbeat. Leaving one and a half cup of coffee left cold and piles of notes untouched.

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