#nct dream fixed unit

[sixzeroes]

rant bc it’s 5am and i can’t fall asleep. reddit makes me mad. pro-graduation nctzens ignite a fury i didn’t know i had within me. i’m bad at ranting.

#nabitxt #this is me ranting about nct dream’s grad system and how nctzens still being it up in the tags bc i don’t wanna annoy you guys with long pgs #i just don’t understand why some nctzens still mention the grad system under ‘positive’ lights ig ;; like saying the grad system would’ve #been good for nct or that nct dream ruined nct’s concept by becoming a fixed unit bc wtf. if anything sm ruined it from the start lol #but it’s just so aggravating to see nctzens that are not dream-biased / non-dreamzens give their two cents on the grad system bc it’s so #astronomically clear that they do not give af about nct dream #esp 5dream. #like how tf do you look at a system that tore a bunch of teens apart and put them in a dark spot for two years where they all struggled to #cope and think wow!! the grad system actually would’ve been more beneficial to nct even though it idk fucked up a bunch of teens’ mental and #emotional health!!! like wtaf? how could you possibly think that after the way tds1 ended? with the way they bawled their eyes out and fans #were crying saying they were sorry for being unable to provide the boys a secure future?? mind you they were literal teens then too they #were still minors in korea as well like.. #i feel like the nctzens who continue to bring up the grad system for reasons other than shitting on it clearly do not understand how #detrimental it was. like even kahi from after school said their grad system was horrible on the members #i’m convinced that nctzens who still do this are assholes with no regards for nct dream as humans - and it’s sad bc they deserve at least #respect for having to have suffered mental and emotional stress / trauma during their adolescence like;;; i hope u never have to witness ur #favs struggle to be happy bc they literally were given no future to loom forwards to. #ok that’s it sorry for ranting on here sm

[neopuppy]

Saturday Drip (M)

Preview: “Can you believe while we were sitting swamp ass in misery— Jaemin was fucking my favorite cam girl?!” Jeno blurts out before his roommate can recall the actual events that took place.

“We didn’t do anything like that, but..” Jaemin takes in his friends intrigued stares, nervously mumbling. “She’s looking for Alphas..”

Renjun’s brows twist, inching closer with interest. “For what?”

“To film content.”

Pairing: alpha NCT Dream 00line x female omega reader

Word Count: 15k+

Genre: a/b/o AU, broke college boys, pure and utter filth, cnc(don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable.), pwp, dom alphas, one shot(do not ask for a pt2😾)

Smut Warning: rough sex, breeding, knotting, rough oral(m/f), double penetration(both), choking, spit, squirting, praise/degradation, big mean alphas, camera use, manhandling, mind break, wet & messy etc

Playlist: Saturday Drip/NCT Dream, Big Ole Freak/Megan The Stallion, Super Freaky Girl/Nicki Minaj, Hi, I’m A Slut/Lil Mariko, Cyber Sex/Doja Cat, Sexxx Dreams/Lady Gaga

It’s hot, it’s way too hot. Sweats already begun to pool under Jeno’s back, limbs gone heavy stuck to his bed. It’s useless trying to get off when all he can focus on is the lack of cool air blowing out of the vent. Everything feels dry and musty around him making it impossible to even breathe peacefully.

The AC unit just had to break last night, again. Only an hour after he’d just rushed home from his shift at the gym. Opting to skip showering in the locker rooms after clocking out when his phone pinged with a new notification.

‘Riding an inflatable sybian, how long can I last?’

“Fuck.” Jeno mumbles to himself, quickly grabbing his belongings. He’d just rinse off real fast once he gets home. It’s gonna be a long night anyway. Not in the way he’d imagined with his palm wrapped around his cock, edging himself for hours on end in front of a computer screen.

It’s not as if he has a paper due on Monday, prioritizing his favorite Omega fucking a sex machine over his grades without question or worry. He paid for a monthly subscription for good reason. It’s not like it’s his goal in life was to be a nutritionist anyway. Most of his time in class was spent on daydreaming of how he could just fuck his way to success and fortune instead.

Not that this had anything to do with the amount of porn acquiring his desktop, or the hours he wasted away watching obscene videos. If only his essay was about how to properly eat ass.

“Hey.” Jaemin greets him upon entering. Standing in front of the open freezer door with sweat trickling down his bobbing throat.

“Dude what the fuck? It’s disgusting in here.” Jeno can’t stand the heat. Having to psyche himself out to believe he didn’t just stand too close to multiple bodies in a hot subway cart. Ignoring hot breath reaching his neck as he stood taller than those around him making his journey home all the more uncomfortable.

“Yeah,” closing the freezer door, Jaemin lays his torso on the kitchen counter sluggishly. “Pretty sure the air conditioning broke, again. I called up Mark to let him know. He said no one can come fix it until Monday.”

“Last time he said that, no one came for three weeks!” Jeno exclaims, ripping open the fridge for a frozen water bottle to rub on his sweltering skin. “Jaem, I can’t live like this! It’s over 100 degrees outside.”

“I know, trust me. I’ll keep badgering him, alright?” Jaemin sighs. Already drained of energy he needs to get through the rest of the evening.

“I have to get going, you can use my fan for now.” Jaemin offers, using paper towels to dab away sweat before heading out. Knowing he’ll be dripping in it with a heavy bag of camera equipment on his back.

“Where are you going?” Jeno’s already removing his clothes. Jamein mumbling for him to not plaster his wet naked ass to their couch.

“I got a gig finally, I should be back late.” Hauling on his equipment he waves a ‘later’ before stepping out. Head tilting up curiously as he hears shouting.

“Answer me you fucking piece of shit!!”

“Dude what happened to you? Why are you drenched?” Jaemin pauses mid-walk. Adjusting the camera gear weighing on his shoulders as he spots Renjun on the phone outside of his apartment.

“A pipe busted above my room! There’s a huge leak in my closet!” Renjun’s frantic, arm waving around behind him as he explains. “And our fucking AC isn’t working! Again!”

“Oh my God, I’d tell you to crash at mine but ours isn’t working either!” Jaemin sighs, shaking his head. “We need to move out of this shit hole.”

“Tell me about it!” Renjun groans, slamming a thumb down on his phone to hang up. “Haechan’s gonna be so pissed off when he gets home. He’s been working overtime today cause we’re short on rent again.”

“We pay way too much to live in this crap, just because it’s a mile away from SNU.” Jaemin says with a roll of his eyes. “So much for college being the best years of our lives.”

“That’s high school,” Renjun corrects, waving him off. “I have to check on the leak. Catch you later man.”

Nodding to his friend Jaemin continues toward the exit. Passing the broken elevator that Mark claimed would get fixed 5 months ago, never once spotting a maintenance person in sight.

Out of desperation he ended up searching for freelance photographer jobs. Weddings required too much experience, editorials asking for examples of work and complete portfolios.

It felt hopeless until he landed on an ad seeking someone with less experience. Specifically stating they wouldn’t mind an intern level type who is still in the process of learning. Wishing for more ‘gritty’ and ‘real’ photography that can pass off as homemade.

‘Must be comfortable with full nudity and sex acts. You will be shooting and filming content for my xxx website. 21+ with ID proof and examples of your work. Contact me directly via email to set up a time.’

Jaemin decided to neglect mentioning that part to his roommate. It was either this or he’d be short on rent like his next door neighbors’ current struggle. Knowing Jeno he’d hear ‘pornographic content’ and ask to tag along as his assistant for the day. Casually joking about how he could fuck better than the Alphas in video links shared through their group chats.

‘I guess if I’m ever desperate enough for money I’d do it. My dicks big enough.’

Jaemin always thought his friend was too brash for saying such ridiculous things nonchalantly.

He could never have anticipated reaching that level of desperation himself mere hours later.

He’s not sure what to think as he stands in your bedroom. Struggling to process a thought while you continue explaining your field of work, tossing different sets of colorful lingerie onto a king-size bed decorated like something straight out of a home decor magazine.

“We don’t have to take the photos in my room, I’m open to whatever you’re thinking.”

“Oh, yeah yeah..” he nods, taking in the lacey sheer frilly garments splayed out before him. Glancing between the heavy sweats and hoodie you have pulled on covering any bit of scandalous flesh.

Of course you’re covered up, with cool icy air filling the room, silently blasting from a vent above. The sweat pouring off his skin immediately evaporated after being welcomed inside. “What type of theme did you want to stick with?”

“Hmm,” swinging a stringy pair of panties around your index finger, your head tilts thoughtfully. “Summer? I guess baby oil, suns out buns out type of vibe.”

Jaemin clears his throat, twisting his eyebrows up asking if he can take a look through your drawers. “Do you have ice cream by chance?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Flavor?”

“Strawberry popsicles, I think I have some Vanilla Bean too. Are you hungry?”

Turning back to face you, he holds up a two piece micro white bikini. “I have an idea, I’m thinking out on the balcony would be best.”

Jaemin’s very professional considering the lack of experience on his resume. He asks permission before touching anything, double checks that you’re comfortable with any of his suggestions. For an Alpha, he’s kept cool and collected, even as you start to disrobe. The bathing suit he handpicked doing little to nothing to subside less than pure thoughts from unraveling. He gulps, forcing himself to focus on pretending to set the camera up.

Suddenly he was beginning to understand why Jeno’s been dropping absurd amounts of money to jerk off to your content.

“Is this okay?”

His eyes drag up slowly, from your manicured white painted toenails, up the expanse of glistening oiled up skin leading to your pressed together thighs where a miniature triangle shape conceals nothing in-between.

“Uhh..” he salivates, lapping at the roof of his mouth like a thirsty dog.

“Jaemin?” Your tone changes from one of concern to amusement, continuing to spritz your hair with water for a wet summer look.

“You look great.” He nods rapidly, quickly averting his attention to your chest jiggling beneath two tied together triangles with each movement you make. “Sorry, was just a little surprised.”

“You must be mated?”

Jaemin blinks, taken aback by your forwardness, shaking his head before words can exit his dry tongue. “Not at all, why would you think that?”

“Oh, you’re well-mannered, for an Alpha.” You note, shrugging and gesturing to the deck area. “How should I pose?”

“Let’s get some close-up shots first.” Jaemin directs you to catch sunlight draping streams of golden rays across your face. Half shadowed and lit up by the natural light. Instructing you to slowly unwrap one popsicle and take your time to suck on it.

“I think you’ll really like these.” The click click of his camera continues, zooming in to capture your lips pouting around sugary red liquid dripping down under the heat of your mouth paired with hot weather. “Let it spill.”

Growing confident with his position, Jaemin motions for you to hold the popsicle above your parted lips, allowing the treat to pour down your throat. The majority of it missing, staining white lycra fabric stretched over your breasts.

“You’re getting hot right?” He switches to record, nodding to the lounge chair for you to sit on. “Cooling off with a popsicle?”

“Mhmm”

Jaemin stays silent, capturing the wet droplets of red passing down your abdomen to land between your thighs. He lets you pose lewdly, tracing the popsicle down to melt against your bikini bottoms, lighting up hot where your cores melted the fabric to you like a second skin.

“I’m so hot, Alpha.” Hazy eyes and a tempting tone mesmerize the man behind the camera, sinking down to squat and zoom in on slick gushing out onto your spread inner thighs. “Need you to cool me off.”

You rub the popsicle up and down, pushing against the crease that's melted into your dripping wet slit. The red dye used in the treat leaves a stain of sweetness on your bottoms. The white bleeding out into a pink the more it melts, left to wither down to nothing but a wooden stick with a phrase that reads “Today is your lucky day!” hidden under the frozen liquid that’s altered your swimsuit.

Jaemin clenches his teeth to contain a muffled curse. Twitching inside the confinement of his jeans as you arch up higher, pushing your chest up. Round mounds call to his tongue, sticky and wet from oils and sweat.

“Hmm, no I was thinking more like..” The Alpha seems more heated now, possibly from the sweltering heat burning down on your backs. Possibly from the close proximity or the obscene positions you’ve fallen into under his command. He scoops two digits into the tub of melted Vanilla ice cream, lifting them to your lips to lap at. Camera shutters sound as your tongue swirls, sucking some of the sweetness while the rest trickles out pouring down your chin to your exposed chest.

“That’s good,” he whispers, scooping more to dribble down your cheeks and breasts. Watery white cream creates a more lewd image, paired with heavy eyelids shielding your seductive gaze.

“Tell me what to do, Alpha.”

“Turn around.” He instructs, nodding in approval when you get onto all fours and crane your neck for more direction. You’re a natural, he thinks, propped with your ass up at a perfect angle. The sun hitting just right to define the dip in your back and heady gaze staring back at him.

Jaemin can’t believe it when his free hand reaches for the tub of ice cream, pouring the remnants down to land in globs on your buttcheeks. The indecency in front of him feels like a punch to his gut, having to snap photos of the cream trickling down the back of your thighs. The sight before him more pornographic and delicious than he can fully process.

He croaks for you to spread, losing his cool demeanor as your knees slide further apart, playing with the thin strings on your hips. The flossy material cuts between the meat adorning your hips and backside, squishing the shiny delicacy displayed.

“Alpha..” you breathe, falling to your side to give him a full visual of your body lines. Dips and curves shadowed like art with sun rays sliding across your skin.

Jaemin debates with himself, thoughts spiraling that you could just be acting, or you could actually be calling for him to do something. To make the first move, to touch you where you begin to part and show off glistening slick dripping down to the backs of your thighs.

“You’re doing really good.” He swallows, mercilessly throbbing inside of his boxers. “How far are you—..”

He drawls off, following the pathway your digits make between your covered folds. Chest rising and falling rapidly as more sweat sprinkles down from the back of his neck to pool at the dips on his lower back.

“Alpha.”

Jaemin thinks he’s imagining your saccharine vocals whining for him, each letter passing through his ears like dry cotton. Snapping out of it as the heel of your foot nudges his knee, trailing up to rest your toes just where his pants have begun to tent out.

“Uhhh..”

“Alpha, I’m so hot.” You tease, sucking sticky ice cream residue off your fingers. “Won’t you cool me down?”

He wonders what his breaking point will be, fingers shaking around his camera more and more with each photo snapped.

“We’re losing light.” He mutters to save his ass, biting at the back of his tongue to prevent himself from getting fired by unleashing the amount of impure thoughts racing through his mind.

“Do you need a ride home?” Sitting up, your demeanor swaps in an instance, returning to the relaxed mood you had prior to the shoot.

Jaemin’s breath lodges, head shaking as he swiftly adjusts his shirt to hang lower before his crotch before standing up. “All good, no worries.”

“I’m a mess.” You laugh, sporting an expression of disgust while swiping a towel up and down your arms. “Are you sure? I can call you a cab.”

Jaemin refuses to meet your gaze, too embarrassed with his cheeks lit aflame by heat and mortification. He waves breezily, beginning to pack up his belongings. “No worries, I don’t live too far.”

He’s lying, and dreading the long journey back home that will drain his the minimal energy he has left with this humid heat.

“Here, I’ll grab you some water bottles to take for the trip.”

He keeps calm, situating his fully hardened length beneath the hem of his jeans when you turn away. Covering that he’d begin editing tonight and send you the final products as soon as possible.

“Get home safe.” You smile, reaching out to pinch his cheek. “If any Omega catches you sporting wood on the subway, they’ll have you arrested for being such a pervert.”

Jaemin’s cheeks burn bright red with his hand stilling in the air to wave goodbye. A girlish laugh follows as you wave him goodbye and close your door to shower off the remnants of sweet ice cream sticking to your skin. The image of big round eyes full of lust paint the back of your mind, memorizing thick fingers smearing a treat on your chin.

“These turned out great.”

Jaemin’s back, pep talking himself up on the way over to your place to stay cool. Money’s on the line here.

“I really like your style.” You say, browsing through the photos Jaemin took of you yesterday. Too distracted to give you his full attention as he once again admires your absurdly large fully furnished penthouse.

“You even have a PS5..” he mumbles under his breath. Tugging tufts of thick black hair through his fingers trying to calculate just how small his shared apartment is in comparison.

“Oh yeah, a subscriber sent me that,” you wave off like it’s not big deal. Choosing the best shots to use for a new set only your top tier fans would be able to immediately view.

Jaemin can feel his heart drop down to his gut, nearly losing his footing. “You didn’t even have to pay for that?! There’s no way you can afford all of this from just doing Omega fans!”

Snickering, you wink at him, nodding to a stack of packages waiting to be delivered. “Of course not, merch is where the real money comes from.”

“Merch?? Wha—“

“Oh you know, worn underwear, bottles of slick, a mold of my pus—“

“WHAT?” Jaemin has to laugh, pushing hair completely away from his forehead as the skin wrinkles down the middle. In disbelief that Alphas could really be this desperate. As if his best friend isn’t one of the many dropping money every month just to ruin and discard another innocent tube sock.

“It’s a lucrative career, believe it or not.”

“Respectfully, like, ballpark..”

“$90-100k every month.” You inform him eagerly. “Already planned my early retirement.”

“A MONTH?” Jaemin sits back landing against one of the stools lined up by your kitchen island. Hearing those numbers made his head spin, shocked enough to wonder how Alphas could be this stupid. How his own best friend is one of them. “How much do your highest patreons get charged monthly?”

“Highest tier is $100, you catch more bears with honey.”

Jaemin’s eyes bulge, gripping onto the counter ledge, seething between his teeth. “Jeno.”

“Jeno?”

He grunts, gripping hard enough for his knuckles to turn white. “My friend, he’s one of your subscribers.”

“Hmm..is he cute???” You ask, amused by the Alpha in front of you losing his professional composure.

“Uh,” Jaemin snaps, shaking his head, trying to calculate how much money his roommate has dropped on your website for the last two years. “God we could have a better A/C unit..”

Looking up at your lost stare, he shakes his head again, waving a hand and standing up. “Yeah, I guess he’s cute, for a freaking idiot.”

“Maybe you can bring him over next time.” You say, cocking a brow suggestively.

Jaemin pauses, reaching to pack up his camera bag. “Next time?”

“See,” moving closer, you take a hold of his wrist. “My fans, they have requests.. but it’s been hard to find attractive young Alphas I can trust.”

“What type of requests?” Jaemin sits back down, crossing his arms. The white short sleeve t-shirt he’s wearing struggles to contain his biceps. Growing stronger and thicker after hauling around heavy camera equipment everyday.

“I have a high roller, ironically a CEO of a well known heat suppressant company.” You start to explain, snorting at the job title. “He’s been begging for months to make this specific content during my heat.”

“Right, and what exactly is he asking for?”

“Just your run of the mill Alpha gangbang.” You say nonchalantly, making the Alpha sat before you splutter.

“What?!?”

“He’s offered to pay $100,000.” You nod. Jaemin has to gulp, head spinning again in disbelief that anyone could be that horny.

“That’s insane.”

“You’d be surprised.”

Sighing, Jaemin shrugs contemplating if anyone would pay for naked photos of him in obscene positions. “My roommate would probably film that with you for free.”

“I’d pay you, of course..” you say, tilting your head curiously to observe his next reaction. Met with a pair of wide shocked eyes, he babbles, laughing awkwardly.

“Me?!” Jaemin’s laugh grows in pitch, slowly losing volume the more he thinks about it. “..how much?”

“How much do you want? I’m willing to negotiate.”

“That’s..” he huffs, blinking in disbelief. “You’re joking right? Just messing around with me?”

“Not at all, Alpha,” with a sneaking grin, you click the camera next to him to turn on. Shifting closer once the red light brightens up, the lense moves around letting out sounds as it focuses on your figures. “We can start slow..”

Jaemin gulps, feeling the proximity between your lower regions grow sparse. Returning to grip onto the ledge of the island at his side where the camera sits capturing just enough of your lips and chests. Inching closer together as you straddle his lap and drape your arms over his broad shoulders.

He gulps to calm the tremor running through his throat, unused to an Omega making the first move. “Me? Y-you want to film content with me??”

“Depends,” you settle onto his lap with a smirk. Easing closer until your crotch presses directly where he’s began to grow. “How much?”

Jaemin shivers, choking on a trail of spit lodged at the back of his mouth. You had already paid him more than enough for some amateur photos taken around your place with little to no effort from himself.

But the prospect of thousands of dollars entering his bank account from only sleeping with a very attractive Omega is more than enough to entice him. Nodding, he mumbles a number without confidence. Reminding himself in the back of his mind that a few thousand dollars can’t be more than mere chump change to you.

“Sounds good.”

Jaemin grabs onto your hips when you agree to the amount. Canting upward to bounce you against the bulge pushing through the seam of his jeans.

Jeno was going to kill him.

“Jeno?” Jaemin steps inside of his boiling hot apartment, kicking off his shoes to a pile with his roommates. The low brrr from his fan sounds, coming from the other Alphas bedroom. “He seriously better not have left that on, running up the damn electric bill as if we need that.”

Jaemin doesn’t expect to find his friend hunched over at his computer, headphones hanging on his neck with wide eyes blaring at the screen before him. “Oh, you’re home.”

“Traitor!” Jeno snaps, lunging up at his roommate, toppling over his gaming chair in the process.

“Jeno! What the fuck! Get off of me!” Jaemin scrambles, his grip slipping off the other Alphas soaked skin. He grunts, pressing his knee into the others firm abdominal muscles to keep him in place.

“You fucked my favorite Omega?!”

“Oh my god! She uploaded it already??” Jaemin’s speechless, caught off guard by the news momentarily enough to receive a slap across his face.

“I can’t believe you!”

“We didn’t fuck! Get off of me!”

“No!” Jeno slaps him again, tussling back and forth on the ground until Jaemin manages to get the upper hand and lock him in place with his bicep lodged against his neck.

“If you kill me, you’ll never get to meet her.”

Jeno’s head lifts, ears perking up like a puppy hearing a can of food begin to open. “What?!”

“Are you going to calm down now, pup?” Jaemin sneers, pushing off using the back of his hand to wipe away sweat that's pouring from his forehead.

Jeno groans, pushing to stand back up, he motions to the screen where a video showing the side of his roommate’s face has been paused. “How did this happen!”

“She hired me to photograph her.” Jaemin begins to explain, rubbing at his sweaty nape. “I don’t know, okay? But..”

His gaze skirts between Jeno and the screen. “Did you watch it already?”

“I was about to! Until I saw your fucking giant teeth show up, was like a nightmare. I had to stop the video before it could get any worse.”

Jaemin rolls his eyes, sitting on the edge of Jeno’s bed. “Don’t be so dramatic. Could you play it? I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking. I probably look so stupid..”

Jeno clicks his tongue annoyed, setting his chair back into place to get comfortable. “Unfortunately you don’t. Your dick looks huge too.”

Jaemin smirks, flicking the shell of Jeno’s ear. “Thought you didn’t watch it, liar.”

“I can’t believe this!” Jeno exclaims, clicking the video to play again.

“We didn’t even fuck.” Jaemin leans closer with elbows on his knees. “Honestly it felt so fast, I can’t believe I did that.”

Jeno continues to badger his friend with questions, ripping at his hair as the video goes on. The last thing he expected to see was a familiar face when he got the notification of a new upload featuring your Alpha neighbor assisting you through your pre-heat.

“God, she’s so hot.” Jeno groans, slamming the back of his head against the cushion, one of his hands sneaking beneath the waistband of his shorts out of Jaemin’s line of sight. Too caught up in the video playing to even notice.

It should feel weird to watch himself, to watch you touching him. To see the nervous way his throat bobs up and down the closer you lean in, bumping the tip of his nose with yours as you whisper too quietly for him to not feel nervous.

‘The Alpha next door stopped by,’ you announce for the viewers, toying with Jaemin’s shirt off screen.

“Pft..” Jeno huffs under his breath, squinting at the way you bat your eyelashes toward Jaemin. Flirting with him by giggling, tapping your nails against his jaw on the way to pinch his chin. Falling into a syrupy pretty octave the more you taunt him by repeating ‘Alpha Alpha Alpha’.

Should’ve been me, he thinks, thumbing at the precum that’s filled up his slit.

Jaemin’s undeserving, he doesn’t even know what you want, how you like it. Jeno eyes the kitchen counter, imagining how fast he would have bent you over, tugging on his length eagerly. The gasp you let out as you grind down on Jaemin repeats loudly in his thoughts.

Jaemin’s squirming, ashamed by how stunned he appears on video, too wanton and helpless for an Alpha who should have been taking more control. He let you play with him like a toy, rolling your hips back onto his lap to gain a full erection prodding into your backside.

‘So big Alpha.’

“Can’t believe she fucked you.”

Jaemin clears his throat, swiping his palm across the puffy bulge forming between his thighs. “We didn’t, yet..”

“You won’t.” Jeno says more brazenly, teeth slicing his bottom lip in an attempt to control his rage from toppling over. “You know how much I like her.”

“You and hundreds of thousands of other Alphas.”

“Whatever. Can’t fucking believe this.” Jeno groans, letting out a long dramatic sigh. “My dicks getting soft from watching this, I don’t think I can forgive you for this one.”

Jaemin rolls his eyes, letting out a sound of disgust when his friend wipes off his palm on his thigh. “You’re gonna wanna hear me out, and also owe me for this.”

“I doubt it.”

“She asked about you.”

Jeno’s head snaps to attention at that, just in time to miss Jaemin’s grunts passing from his computer speakers. “What??”

“I mentioned that you’re a fan.” Jaemin cringes at the visual of himself on a big screen reaching climax. His face rolling side to side on your shoulder, panting like some teenager experiencing their first rut. The blush on his cheeks high, making its way up to his earlobes burning red. Cumming without penetration like some horny pup, the number of viewers over 60,000 already after only an hour up.

“And?!?”

Jeno’s excited bounce snaps him out of his humility— reminding him that his roommate would have paid for an opportunity like this.

“She asked if any of my friends would be interested.”

“Oh my God!!” Jeno stands up, jumping in place as if he just received the best news ever— in his case, he probably just did. “Oh my God! No! You don’t understand!!”

The dark haired Alpha begins to pace, gathering tufts of hair with blown out pupils. “I’ve dreamt about this for so long! I did this! This is happening because of me!”

Jaemin sports a bored look, listening to his roommate ramble on about how he always knew he’d end up fucking you, he just didn’t know how or when, until now.

“That’s great dude, I guess. I’ll text her, but please do not mention that you’ll be more than happy to do this for free. We need the mo—“

Knocks boom from the entrance distracting the two from continuing their conversation.

“Hey! Open up! This tub of ice is heavy!”

“It’s Haechan.” Jeno announces, unlocking the front door to the miserable expressions his neighbors dawn. “Sup?”

“Let us use your fan? We offer bags of ice.”

They end up huddled seated on the floor complaining about how badly they all need to figure out how to either make more money, or move out.

“Maybe the four of us could split a mortgage for a house.” Renjun mewls over rubbing his chin. “A house with central air ideally.”

Jaemin eyes the three Alphas surrounding him, a melancholic desperation to enjoy their short days of summer left drags their lips down, frowns paired with desperation to do anything to better their situations.

It’s almost too perfect.

Jeno’s hunched over, sharp eyebrows never loosening up, licking at the corners of his mouth annoyed.

“Can you believe while we were sitting swamp ass in misery— Jaemin was fucking my favorite cam girl?!” Jeno blurts out before his roommate can recall the actual events that took place.

“We didn’t do anything like that, but..” Jaemin takes in his friends intrigued stares, nervously mumbling. “She’s looking for Alphas..”

Renjun’s brows twist, inching closer with interest. “For what?”

“To film content.”

Haechan pours another bag of ice into the bucket they’ve plotted before a fan, huddled together too close for comfort, occasionally brushing sticky skin against sticky skin. The cool breeze only enough to prevent them from overheating while still secreting sweat as they hold up personal fans to their faces and suck on half-melted Icee slushies.

“Content?” He raises a messy eyebrow, speaking into the spinning fan to alter his voice. “Doesn’t she do porn?”

“Jeno’s a big fan, must be good.” Renjun adds.

“Jeno is a horny dog,” Jaemin scoffs, ignoring the upset gasp his best friend releases. “I mean, I understand why he pays.”

“I pay and somehow you are the one getting a handjob..” Jeno mutters, more than annoyed still. Despite his anger, he still watched the video you posted with Jaemin a few more times. “She only fucks Alphas with notoriously big dicks. Should have been me.”

“Mine’s bigger than yours anyway.” Jaemin laughs, licking away sweat from his upper lip. “Listen, I know you guys are all as strapped for cash as I am.”

“Cash? Oh, I’m listening.” Haechan interrupts, tugging on the ring of his collar that’s dampened nastily with sweat.

“When you say notoriously big..” Renjun drawls, leaning back against a wall, pushing his hand-held fan beneath his shirt. “How big is big?”

“Bigger than you shrimp shit.” Jeno jeers, clicking his tongue arrogantly. “I seriously need to quit this college shit, I could make bank doing Alpha fans.”

Renjun rolls his eyes, too drained by the heat to put up a fight. “You’re a baboon.”

“Whatever.” Jeno ignores his name calling with a dreamy look in his eyes. “The first time I stumbled into one of her streams, she was testing out how fat of a knot she could take.”

Haechan’s head lifts suddenly more intrigued by this topic. “…..well?”

“I’ve never seen an Omega take a knot like her, ever.” He confirms, boasting about how your streams are always at the top of the Omega fans charts. “The coins never stop pouring in when she goes live. She’s always in the top 0.1% on Omega fans, I like to think my monthly subscription helps.”

“This is bullshit.” Jaemin cuts him off. “Look, I made enough in two days to cover 3 months of rent. If we help her out I think.. we could leave this shithole complex. I’m tired of these excuses for why maintenance can’t fix our ancient A/C units.”

“I’d do it for free.” Jeno says, earning a smack to the back of his head from Renjun.

“That’s why you are a baboon.”

“I’m in.” Haechan nods. “I can’t survive another summer like this, I can’t even do another week of this.”

“I mean..” Renjun grimaces. “Like, full nude? My whole dick out?”

Jaemin snaps his fingers for Jeno to whip out his phone, the four proceeding to watch the clip you made with the Alpha as their jaws hang to the floor.

“Oh, I’m so in.”

Jeno’s been running around like a puppy full of life, hopping into the air kicking his feet together letting out high pitched squeals.

“I even shaved my sack for this!” He exclaims, gripping onto Jaemin’s shoulders on their trek out of the subway station.

“Were we supposed to do that?” Haechan asks, taking a look at his worn down raggedy clothing. “I thought the idea was supposed to be.. we’re broke college guys.”

“That is the idea.” Jaemin answers, directing his group of friends into an upscale neighborhood decorated with lively tall trees and blooming gardens. “It’s all an act, we’re supposed to be her ‘neighbors’…and she’s this innocent sweet Omega who we take advantage of during her heat.”

Haechan bites back a smile nudging into his side, thoughts running rampant. “That’s hot.”

“No fucking way, is this seriously where she lives?” Renjun’s neck practically breaks from leaning back to take in the giant building towering before them.

“Yup, high-rise penthouse overlooking Seoul. The lifestyle horny idiot Alphas provide.” Jaemin glares at Jeno who beams with the brightest smile engulfing his eyes.

“She deserves all of it, and more.” Letting out a dreamy sigh he follows along to where Jaemin has to check-in at the front concierge to be allowed further inside. The four confirming their identification before passing along to the elevators.

“This is insane, I couldn’t even sleep last night, and when I can’t sleep, I jerk off!” Jeno complains in the lift. “But I didn’t want to waste— you know! So I ended up tossing and turning all night.”

“You’re worse than those kpop fans that follow around idols and trainees.” Renjun accuses, feeling jittery still about stripping down to nothing to hook-up with a stranger for thousands of viewers, maybe even millions. “This is my lowest low, and you’re about to cum in your pants.”

“I think you lowest low was popping your first knot in Science class when we learned about Omega anatomy.” Haechan grins. “You can’t live that down.”

“Shut up!” Renjun whines, the elevator dinging to upon reaching your floor. The three Alphas stare at the opened doors, gulping in unison before Jaemin signals for them to follow his lead.

“I would say don’t be nervous but,” he shakes, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “I’m fucking nervous right now.”

“Dude! You can’t be nervous! What about us?!” Haechan bemoans, gesturing to the three hiding behind the blond Alphas broad frame.

“Think about the money.” Renjun nods, reapplying chapstick to his lips that can’t seem to retain enough moisture. “This hallway alone has more square footing than our apartments combined.”

“Think about the pus—!” Jeno starts to holler, stopping in his tracks as the front door they stand before opens up revealing a face that’s become deeply ingrained in his mind. “Holy shit.”

Jaemin’s eyes shut, smiling and lifting a hand to greet you, internally cursing. “That would be your loyal subscriber.”

“Wow,” leaning against the door frame, you take in the new faces in front of you. The three sporting similar expressions with their jaws hung loose, wide-eyed and breathless. “You didn’t mention that they’re all so cute.”

Jaemin grins, motioning to his friends. “This is Haechan, Renjun, and Jeno, or as you know us, miserable sweaty Alphas willing to do a lot for money.”

“How much is a lot?” You ask slyly, purposely dressed down with a pair of loose sweats on and a loose top to play up a relaxed stay-at-home look for the filming.

“I’ll do anything!” Jeno blurts, slapping a palm over his mouth. “I mean.. my limits are very low.”

“Funds too.” Renjun whispers.

“Understood.” Standing straight, you hold up an index finger. “There is one thing, my funders have a common request. Come on in and we’ll see if you guys fit the criteria.”

The criteria: no one under 9 inches.

Haechan’s throat bobs reading over the contract you’ve printed four copies of. Rubbing his nape that feels cold from sitting in a room with blowing cool air. “I have to admit, I’ve never measured..”

“I have!” Jeno licks at his canines cockily, biting off the cap of a pen to spit off to the side. “11 inches long, and thicker than a bowl of oatmeal.”

“Wait wait!” You laugh, pulling out your phone to speed-dial your highest roller. “Need you guys to show me what you’re working with before we can sign off.”

Renjun’s eyes round, sticking halfway out of their sockets. “Like, right now??”

“Now or never.” Pointing the camera to face them, you nod for them to go on.

Jeno’s the first to jump to his feet, already half mass confined in a well fitted pair of black sweats. “I have nothing to lie about.”

True to his word, he pushes his boxers and sweats beneath his upper thigh in one fell swoop. His length falls free slapping onto the cotton fabric underneath , jerking mid-air, the fat pink tip darkening the longer he sits and waits to live out his wildest dreams.

“Very good.” A low deep voice emits from your phone’s speaker. “Bigger than the blond even.”

Jaemin’s head snaps up at that, squinting while sneaking a look to his side with an annoyed pout. “That’s not true!”

“The other two.” Says the voice, clearly coming from a male.

Haechan shares a pleading look with Renjun, moving to stand, waiting for the other to do the same. Huffing out a deep sigh, he hoists himself up sluggishly, tugging on the strings dangling in front of his groin.

“Well..” Haechan shrugs, smiling timidly as he unzips and draws himself out with a stroke at his soft size “I’m a grower..”

Renjun’s cheeks puff out, repeating money money money in his mind as he squeezes his eyes shut and pulls his length free.

“They can stay. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself too much.” The Alpha hiding on your phone screen chuckles. “Can’t wait to see what they do with you.”

Hanging up after hearing the approval, you hide a smile behind your hand taking in Renjun up and down. “Cute.”

“Did you just call my dick cute?!” He squawks, frazzled as he tucks himself away.

“You are really cute!” Haechan intervenes, throwing an arm around his roommate's shoulders, whispering ‘money’ with a pointed glare.

“The idea is that I’m in pre-heat,” you motion carelessly, beginning to stretch your limbs where you’re seated. “That’s the idea, but I actually am in pre-heat, so it works out great.”

“Oh, that’s..” Jaemin collects the signed contracts, gnawing on his upper lip. “Is that going to be a problem?”

Shrugging, you wave him off. “Don’t worry about it, I might get a little..”

Jeno’s practically salivating the more you continue to talk, all too familiar with how crazed and desperate for Alpha cock you get during your heats. His fingertips burn from rubbing up and down his thighs like a maniac, slurping at the drool gathering at the sides of his tongue. An overwhelming sensation of dizziness and lust replaces any semblance of sense as he sits across from you.

“Jeno?” Jaemin snaps his fingers, breaking the Alpha from his mesmerized trance. “Come on.”

“What??”

“I have to start setting up, were you not listening?”

“Uhh..” Jeno looks lost, flushed from the tip of his nose down to his pink chewed lips, causing Jaemin to grunt and grab on to the other to drag him out of the room.

“She’s gonna start with Haechan and Renjun first.” He reiterates, smiling to himself. “Because they’re smaller.”

Renjun fumed when you felt the need to mention that, pinching at Haechan’s forearm to control his temper. Humiliation that thousands of strangers would be watching him bare ass already had him regretting agreeing to this, now even more with you mocking his size for not being big enough.

“Should we step out then?” Haechan gestures toward the entrance, smoothing out the wrinkles on his t-shirt nervously. Everything becoming much more real now that he’s seconds away from hooking up with a stranger— not that this would be his first time, but on camera suddenly made things feel much more high-stress and real.

“Yeah, why don’t you guys show up saying your air conditioners not working.” You suggest, turning on the various cameras you have around your apartment for weekly live streams. “Don’t worry about acting really, it’s not that serious.”

Renjun follows after his friend, shifting about anxiously, muttering that he can’t stop the tremors running through his hands.

“We have sex all the time.” Haechan says, furrowing his eyebrows. “Okay, we have had sex. Maybe not a lot. Don’t think too hard, she’s an attractive Omega close to her heat, and I’m here..”

Renjun nods, rapping his knuckles against the door with a deep shaky breath.

“Hey?” You answer, ruffling your hair with a groggy look as if you’ve just woken up.

“Oh! Hey!” Haechan utters, waving awkwardly. “Hope we didn’t wake you! Our air stopped working a bit ago.”

“That’s terrible, it’s so hot out.” You groan, faking a yawn, tugging on the collar of your t-shirt to play up how hot you feel even inside of your chilly quarters. Renjun observes how well you fall into the ditzy cute innocent Omega you must portray on camera for your fans, pouting and whining at the end of each word like a petulant little brat.

“You think we can crash with you while the maintenance team works on it?” Renjun cocks an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he leans against your door frame.

“Ah, it’s kind of..” words stumble out alternating between whiny sounds as you attempt to think up an excuse. “I—….okay..”

Spinning on your heel, you offer them something to drink as they situate in your living room, seated on the couch they’d filled out their contracts at. “Thanks!” Haechan calls out, picking up a remote to scroll through the TV guide for something to watch.

Renjun glances back and forth suspiciously, his nose twitching, falling into character with more ease than he’d envisioned to be able to. “Hey, is it just me or she..”

“Oh, she definitely is.” Haechan says confidently, setting an arm behind his head with a grin pinching at his lips. “Why else do you think she hesitated to let us come in?”

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

The two share a sneaking look, settling at opposite ends of the couch to leave you with no choice but to sit between them when you show up with a tray of beverages.

“Oh..”

Neither seem interested in your presence, both lazily sprawled against the arm rests with their focus on the tv.

“Wanna play Mario Kart?” Haechan asks, throwing the remote aside. “Nothing to watch.”

“You guys can play..” you sigh, eyeing the small space you’ve been left with to sit between the two Alphas. Stuffy and cramped as you adjust to seat without trying to touch either of them.

“Nah, Renjun’s a sore loser. He complains way too much because I always win.” Haechan mumbles, holding one of the controllers out for you. “I’m sure you’ll be good.”

“What if I lose?”

The browns coloring Haechan’s iris gleam, speckled by different shades of orange and gold, inching closer until his lips sit centimeters away from yours. “If you lose..”

Renjun licks at his lips behind you, trailing his eyes down your back, becoming curious as to what you have hiding beneath the oversized t-shirt you probably slept in.

Haechan straightens up, blowing out a breath across your mouth. “..if you lose—you’ll sit on my lap the next round.”

“Next round?”

“Yeah,” he leans back, falling into a confident demeanor as he chooses to play as Yoshi. “Winner takes all.”

Princess Peach failed to even end up in the top 5 after the amount of times you swerved and smacked into the race track walls. The two Alphas at your sides hiding their and amused laughter with coughs the more you struggled and grew frustrated, wanting to hurdle the controller at a wall.

Haechan doesn’t say anything as music signals for the next round, spreading open his thighs to make room for you, he nods toward his lap with a silent command.

“I don’t think I can play again.” You say, feigning exhaustion by slumping back into the couch.

Renjun leans over, pinching your chin between two fingers to force your gaze up. “That’s not really fair is it, princess?”

A lazy hand lands around his wrist, pulling his fingers down lower to land on your throat. “I’m too hot.. can’t focus..”

“Come on princess, you know the rules here. You agreed to play, now you have to follow through.”

Haechan’s nose finds the column of your throat, gripping onto your waist to pull you onto his lap. “Stupid Omega letting the big bad wolves inside when her heats about to start.”

“No— no, Haechan, don’t..”

“Shh, you knew what you were doing.” Renjun squeezes your throat, shaking your neck with a tight hold. “Dripping right through your underwear as if we couldn’t smell you from down the hall. Don’t play dumb now, Omega.”

“I c-can’t..”

“Why are you lying, huh?” Haechan asks, pushing your ass down against his crotch. “Besides, when did I ask?”

“Don’t lie pretty, the more you lie, the more this will hurt.” Renjun catches your bottom lip just as Haechan slips his fingers past the top of your sweats, lowering slowly to cup your heat, letting out a grunt on your shoulder when he’s met with slick spilling out past the seat of your panties. Inner thighs coated with a mess of sweet delicious wetness dripping out of your hole like a broken faucet.

“No—no, not there, please..” Your pleading only makes them laugh, Renjun letting out a bitter chuckle as he releases his hardening shaft. Stroking up and down right before your face to give you a clear view of how thick and long he sits at full mass.

“So cute, right?” He taunts, shifting onto his knees on the couch to set his hips near your face. “Little brats like you think you can always get your way.”

Haechan slips in past your underwear, quietly cursing into your nape at the amount of slick dribbling between his digits. In disbelief that you’re this wet already, that they haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re drenching his crotch through your sweats.

“That little act you put on crumbles the second you see Alphas cock baby.” Renjun’s fingers trail up from your throat to your chin, thumb latching onto your bottom lip to pull it down. Drool gathers at the corners, trickling it’s way out down to your jaw to meet his digits that press harder. “Tell Alphas what you need, don’t fucking lie.”

“Renjun, pl-please, don’t be mean.” You gurgle, lapping at his thumb shoving your lip back and forth.

He grins, pushing the pad of his thumb down until you give and let him in, resting against your tongue heavily until you let out a gagging sound and wrap your lips around him.

“All that useless begging, look at you right now.” He sneers, pushing three more fingers into your mouth with ease. “Just like that, so obedient and cute.”

Haechan’s panting, working his hips up in circles against your damp bottom. Relentless with his digits rubbing in a blur over your clit. Nipping and sucking on your throat to quill some of his arousal that shouts throughout his head to rip off your sweats and plant you on his length until you cry out, begging to get fucked.

“Renjun,” coughing around his fingers working in and out of your mouth, you gag again, copious amounts of drool fountaining out around his hand down to your collarbone. “Please.”

“Please what? Use your words.”

Renjun loves it, loves how easy it was to shut you up, make you grovel for his cute cock. Pleading to do anything to you, to make you feel good.

“Something, please please Alpha.”

“This what you want?” Teasing at his slit, he eyes you curiously, wrapping around the base of his length to stroke himself to full hardness. Chubbing up impressively, definitely not as cute as you’d perceived.

He teases the tip along your upper lip, layering a coat of thick precum there to blend with drool. “Show me what that pretty bratty mouth can do.”

He felt even bigger against your tongue, finally breeching past your lips after pulling back teasingly with each flick of your tongue at his slit. The playfulness rapidly diminished as he buried forward, suffocating your nose with the smooth skin beneath his navel.

Sucking and gagging became inevitable around the Alphas size stretching your lips open painfully. Letting out loud groans above you with each ragged breath blown through your nose against his skin, each sloppy slurp around his size. Vibrating out moans between struggling to breathe when Haechan’s fingers sank lower, tapping at your entrance with extra force as he pushed the elastic in your underwear to the limits to get three of his digits inside of you.

The tip of Renjun’s length brutally punching the back of your throat only spurred more wetness out, gliding Haechan’s fingers to bury deeper. Growling as he nipped at your earlobe about how nasty you are, getting turned on by sucking cock like a whore.

“Only real sluts get wet from sucking dick, you know what that makes you baby?”

Licking up the bottom of Renjun’s length, you nod, enjoying how he weighed down on your tongue. Lips swollen from each pointed movement further pushing your mouth to open wide and take his entire size, tearing up and coughing all the more even as you tried to slow him down. Hands uselessly flying to grip onto his thighs and plead with wide begging eyes for the Alpha to slow and let you breathe.

“Aww, not so cute anymore?“ he grins, pushing your hair back grabbing fistfuls with a tight lock of his fingers; commanding control by pushing you further down his shaft to take it all.

Renjun never gave your mouth a break, thrusting his hips forward with vigor to fill your throat over and over. Biting down to calm pleasured groans from exiting, not wanting you to know how much he was enjoying this. You needed to earn it.

“That’s it, that’s how slutty Omegas suck cock.” Haechan praised, licking at your earlobe. Thumb swiping your clit in rapid motion as his fingers continued to pump inside you. “Cum around my fingers, let me feel you squeeze up. Cumming from taking Alphas dick down your throat. You know who cums from that baby? Bratty little Omega whores.”

“Ah, fuck,” Renjun’s tough facade snapped, breaking into pieces when your eyes rolled back the more Haechan stroked between your walls. Hips stuttering to a halt as his upper lip trembles over his teeth letting out breathy whimpers. “G-gonna cum, ugh fuck.”

A few more weak thrusts had hot release pouring down your throat. Shots of hot cum hitting your tonsils as your thighs clenched up, jutting back against Haechan with your hands reaching to clutch his wrist, squirming and crying around Renjun’s length as your own release hit. Punching from your gut to your throat, convulsing in time with each other dragging out a long orgasm from Renjun, collapsing down to his knees leaving cum to trickle out onto your chin.

“Fuck.”

Haechan’s sucking his fingers clean, licking between each to not miss any bit of your sloppy release, his free hand working to pull off your ruined bottoms with Renjun stripping your top off. Breath knocked from their lungs upon seeing your bared skin, obscenely wet down to your knees, hazily staring at them standing above you as you try to recuperate.

Haechan’s tongue drags across his palm, gaze lit up by the fear passing over your face the longer they stand there observing you. He’s the first to move, bending over by his waist to get in your face, whispering out hotly. “Now, tell me something.”

A ruthless grip captures your mound as he distracts you, digging the heel of his palm against your tender clit. “What type of useless Omega are you? Haven’t made me cum once.”

“B-but, you said..”

Two fingers roughly crook inside inside, gliding in despite how swollen your folds have become, filled with blood pumping down between your thighs. Throbbing loud enough you swear you can hear it, emptying the parts of your brain that help you function, giving into the heat with each press he buries deeply, curling his fingers up until your back arches. Crooning between a shattered moan.

“I said?” His pretty soft eyes widen, precious like a stuffed plushie you’d cuddle through the night. Actions speaking louder than the false image he uses to taunt you more with. “What did I say? Huh? Suddenly you listen?”

“I listen!” You end up shouting, too shook up by the stinging smack landing on your inner thigh. Digits ripping free from your core, oozing out tendrils of thick slick obscenely.

“What do you think, Renjun?”

Renjun’s face gives off more purity than Haechan’s, the smile teasing at his lips so sweet and soft. Irises gleaming angrily, sleek and cold. The two of them quietly preparing to destroy you. “I think she hasn’t done shit to prove why we should fuck her again.”

“Is that right Omega?” Haechan rips your head back, spouting a line of spit inside of your parted lips, he smacks at your jaw, dragging you to move by pulling at your scalp. “Say it.”

“Wanna make you cum Alpha, wanna be good for you.”

Renjun’s throat lodges a bit from the needy way you stare between them, letting Haechan’s spit rest on your tongue, pushing it out through pursed lips. Sweat dampened hair, big wet eyes, bloated spit coated lips, and slick pouring from your hole in globs, absolutely pornographic. He considers— if he had the money, he’d pay for your content too.

“Good,” Renjun voices, sitting down to move you onto his lap. Shedding his clothes off while Haechan played with you, his cock pressed to your lower back, fully hard again. “Because I’m gonna knot your pretty little pussy.”

Suddenly he’s pulling you back onto his cock with one smooth glide. Scrambling to position yourself with feet scurrying to perch on his thighs. The sound that emits when he shoves in absolutely filthy— disgusting, choking a moan from between your lungs as you head tosses back again.

“What makes you think you deserve to cum again?” Renjun bites at the shell of your ear, thrusting up sloppily from the amount of slick pouring onto his thighs. Slapping the sides of yours until your legs completely bend, steadily planting your feet above his knees to prop you open for the other Alpha.

“I’ve been good!” You cry out, repeating a chant of ‘please please please’ like a prayer, head flopping back onto his shoulder harder when Haechan crawls forward on his knees spitting at your clit. Tongue smearing the mess lower, meeting with Renjun’s length stretching you open. Tongue curling around your clit as two fingers find way to your entrance, gathering the wetness spilling out around the other Alphas cock.

“Please!” Renjun grunts, hips slapping against your bottom, digging his nails into the backs of your knees. Straining to fuck you faster, groaning louder each time Haechan’s tongue laps slick off his length.

“You—haven’t earned it yet.” He grits, breathlessly cursing.

“Please! Let me—Alpha, please!” Eyes roll to the back of your head, shouting out, clenching your toes. “Ahh! Ah—ahh fuck!”

Haechan shoves three fingers inside of you as Renjun thrusts out, pushing in through the free space to prod at your insides. The slide of cock against his long calloused fingers setting off a stinging pain to your chest.

“So fucking tight.” The Alpha on his knees says proudly, working to match Renjun’s thrust. Not even bothering to give you time to adjust, he sets a snapping pace pummeling a path inside immediately. “Don’t think she should get to cum until she can take us both.”

“Hear that baby?” Renjun breathes, delivering a pointed thrust to emphasize what Haechan said, pistoning with more ferocity and anger. The tip of his cock catching on your painfully stretched entrance with each pull out. “Begged to get fucked like a slut, that’s what you think you deserve?”

Between Haechan’s warm breath blowing on your clit and Renjun’s unforgiving movements, endless pleads begging to cum spill from your tongue. The Alpha inside of you chasing after his climax faster while bouncing you up and down, fingers jamming in and out, cock lodged deep inside, tongue flicking your clit over and over again.

“Alpha! Please—please cum!”

“Where?” Renjun huffs, thrusting harder, blinking sweat away from his eyelashes. “Ask for it!”

He slaps at your thighs, beating the skin with wicked stings. Cracking dry whimpers from your throat as Haechan’s lips suck around your clit. “I-Inside! Please! Inside!”

Renjun’s throat locks up, chest heaving and squeezing tight making it harder to breathe, pushing deep past where Haechan’s fingers can reach inside of you. Struggling to keep up his speed as the base of his size expands, pushing through with teeth gritted, hips not slowing for even a second despite the new resistance gripping him. Cum bursts, spilling down around his length from the extra stretch inside of you, flowing down to the other Alpha’s wrist who licks it up, suckling up the nasty mess of slick and cum.

“A-alpha..please let me cum, please.” Desperation has you near the brink of insanity. Body full blown trembling in the weakened hold on your thighs.

Haechan smirks, tucking his fingers inside his mouth, pushing up with his free hand to spit the combined release on your chin and chest. “You really think you deserve to cum already? What about me?”

Haechan’s pushing one of your thighs up higher before you can even register what’s happening, weakened and overstimulated from being edged for too long. The tip of his length prods at your filled entrance, dragging over your swollen clit, dropping his forehead to yours as he begins to push in past the tight squeeze he’s met with.

The cries and whimpers you let out only encourage him, pressing in more as he holds his breath, sucking in his nostrils to restrain the need to cum. Making Renjun let out a pitiful grunt against your shoulder when he slides against the other Alphas size. Knot full grown making his brain spin from the stimulation rubbing against him.

“So fucking dirty.” Haechan says, shoulders tensed from trying to contain himself. Throbbing against the deathlock your walls wrap around him as he meets obstruction, blending with Renjun’s length beneath. “Fuck, so fucking dirty and messy.”

The ache burns painfully, worse than before, stinging the backs of your eyes with moisture that pushes out at the first thrust he gives. Gliding in and out of you easily with Renjun’s cum leaking down between his thighs. Haechan buries his size inside of you with pointed thrusts, doing it with extra force just to watch the tears pour from your eyes faster, just to hear your cries grow louder, pour from the walls like music reverberating out of speakers.

“Made to get fucked.” He mutters, licking at sweat and tears dangling from the tip of your nose. “Made to take Alpha cock like this, take it like a good Omega. Offering your holes to any Alpha, desperate for a fat knot, so fucking greedy you need two.”

“Hae-haechan—“ it’s barely a whisper, croaking from the back of your throat. Bounced down onto Renjun’s knot, getting hard again enough to compose himself and match up to Haechan’s pace even when it hurts him. Too lust ridden to stop himself when your ass bounces against his stomach. Firm strokes filling you up, rubbing against each other incessantly.

“Fuck, gonna cum.” He pants against your lips, tongue laving out like a hungry dog. Biting and sucking on whatever he can catch, leaving your mouth more swollen and bruised. “Make Alpha cum baby, wanna feel that pussy squeeze up again.”

Guiding a hand between your bodies, he thumbs at your over-sensitive clit again, sending shock waves of pleasure up your spine. Head jerked back onto Renjun’s shoulder, blabbering between your cries as you finally clenched around the two; orgasm barreling out of you sending a wave of electric shock up to your brain. The scream you let out echoing off the walls, permeating obscene wet squelches paired with the Alphas noisy grunts.

“A-ahh—“ Haechan’s head drops, knot ripping out around his base with one more thrust, locking him into place unable to move anymore as his cock weeps. Cum pouring out of him fiercely, endlessly streaming out. Only able to stay inside from the knots battling to keep you plugged up.

Renjun’s hips jump up just once, grinding upward letting out another release between a strangled groan that barely exits his lips.

“N-no no more, noo..” you hiccup, sobbing into the crook of Haechan’s neck. The ache in your legs gone numb from the overwhelming heat filling your gut, splayed out like a broken doll between the Alphas. Panting like animals stuck in humid heat that won’t allow you to catch your breath.

“Good Omega.” Haechan pecks wherever his mouth can reach, nudging his nose against your eyelid. “God, you’re so good.”

Renjun lets out a muffled sound agreeing, blowing hot air along the back of your shoulder.

“Thanks for..” Haechan grins, lip curling up wickedly. “Letting us come over.”

He’s not sure if he should kiss you, blinking up making direct eye contact with one of the various streaming cameras— he remembers that this isn’t live, opting to gently peck the tip of your nose. “You okay?”

“Mhm..” your eyes can’t seem to stay in place, as if the sockets have lost control of power, rolling back still too high off your climax. “Thank you Alphas.”

“Hey?” Jeno pokes into your bedroom, subtly ducking his chin in to hide the thrill painting his features upon seeing your set-up. Swallowing down a raspy cough, he glances around, smirking at the visual of your pink bedding. The room he’s dreamt of for months, weeks, days, restless nights awake stroking his cock to made-up fantasies of turning you around into multiple positions on this bed.

He’s calm, mostly, stealing looks around for where various cameras have been placed to capture different angles of what’s about to go down.

“Jeno?”

Your voice shivers up his spine, flaring his nostrils as he lets the scent of rose petals in your body wash lingering on your flesh circle around him. The prominent aroma of heat hits stronger than any amount of scrub and bubbles you used to cleanse your skin of Renjun and Haechan’s cum.

Honey.. sweet dripping honeycombs..

Jeno has to stop himself from sucking down a deep breath of slick gathering between your thighs. Muscles strain beneath the sweat soaked cotton material of his shirt, twitching while he tries to keep collected, turning to face you with an easy smile. “Jaemin sent me in to see if you’re ready for the photoshoot.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you’d be coming too?”

Jeno shrugs, explaining his sweaty appearance by telling you the story of their broken air conditioner while you sort through a rack of scantily clad garments hung on silk hangers. He thinks it’s fitting, everything in your bedroom screams feminine, delicate and pretty, only adding more ideas in his mind of different ways he’d love to rip off your designer lingerie. His monthly fee had to contribute to your closet somehow.

“Everyone’s air conditioner’s breaking from these heatwave’s..” you mumble, shyly gripping tighter onto the towel wrapped around you.

“Do you feel uncomfortable with me being here?” Jeno questions, proceeding to carry on conversation as if red lights from the cameras couldn’t bother him in the least.

“A little,” you say, sparing him a coy look over your shoulder with a small wink. “Jaemin told me that you’re one of my subscribers. Maybe you can help me choose what to wear?”

Jeno’s mouth hangs open comically following your towel slipping off, immediately hit with a potent waft of your scent. He has to tighten his fist as his sides to stop from lunging at your bare backside. Stepping closer with thinning eyes to stand behind you, he digs at your shoulder with the tip of his nose. Hands finding the back of your waist to tickle at with light grazes.

“Why would you put something on?” He glowers, quietly speaking. “You think I won’t just rip it off of you?”

“Alpha, what are y-you..” Jeno’s instincts take over, already forgetting he’s here technically to work.

“I’ve been subscribed to you for a really long time.” He whispers for you, hoping the microphones Jaemin set up can’t pick up on his low rumble. “Is that weird?”

Jeno’s cute— kind of in the same way Renjun’s dick is cute, but even cuter. The calmest he’s been since arriving with the others just now, pheromones similar to an Alpha pup entering their first rut, even that aspect melted your chest, having to bite your tongue from over-complimenting the Alpha in the moment to keep the act going.

“Do you know how many of my subscribers wish they could fuck me?”

Jeno splutters, pinching his fingers into where your waist dips, bottom lip jutting out as he shakes his head.

“Every single one of them. Don’t let them down.. Alpha.”

He’s been waiting so long for this, even had to wait while his friends fucked you first. Chewing at his nails nervously while he sat out on the balcony with Jaemin, he thought about it, remembering each time you’d notice his messages in the chat and responded with a devilish smile.

“None of them have ever wanted you as much as me.” Jeno steps closer, positioning your chest against the wall with his hips circling against your backside holding you in place with one palm flattened on the curve in your spine. “None of them will ever fuck you the way I’m about to.”

“Alpha..” you say it in such a gentle tone, lowering down to the coquettish gamer girl voice that always makes payments drop into your account faster. Tongue hanging out for Jeno’s eyes to track, following the little wiggle you give before he snaps, darting forward to trap you between his lips.

It’s not a slow kiss, lacking rush as he savors tasting you for the first time. Just as sweet and tantalizing as he always imagined, better even; cherry flavored jolly rancher that he wishes could permanently stain his tongue with remnants of its flavor.

The Alphas strong build melts heavily against your back, trailing bony long fingers between your lower halves to tug himself free.

“F-fuck.” You gasp, planting your forehead against the wall, losing the hold around your tongue. Lips returning to an abused swollen state from the heated kiss.

“I know how you like it.” Jeno whispers, licking up your jawline to your earlobe, nipping as he slaps his length between the crevice of your ass. “I know how you love it.”

His shaft feels weighty on your bottom, slapping down landing with obscenely loud smacks the cameras could pick up on even without microphones. “How’s your pussy gonna take all this dick baby?”

Jeno already has your eyes rolling up, from the gravely rasp in his tone to his sheer mass pressing heavy on your body, forcing your nipples to scratch against the wall sending shrill sensations down to the gushing space between your thighs. “Thought you were a fan..”

“Oh I am.” Jeno clicks his tongue, kissing at the backs of his teeth. Bending at his knees to swipe between your buttcheeks. “Gonna fuck every part of you.”

He pushes between your thighs to emphasize, grunting like a beast against your nape. Excitement from before spiraling into the pure need to fuck and breed, fill you with pups before any other Alpha can.

Even between your thighs Jeno feels too thick, forcing your knees to bump into each other with each splitting thrust he gives. Pushing at his sweats haphazardly to relieve his balls of the heat swarming his skin, his Alpha taking over chanting to mate mate mate. Each slap of his hips screams against your backside, resounding an aggressive clap throughout your bedroom.

Jeno can hardly believe your slicks staining his sweats, leaking out for him, pussy folds draping around his size pleading to be filled. “My Omega, gonna be dreaming about my cock after this. On your knees for me, begging for Alpha to fuck you.”

The heat between your thighs becomes unbearable, jammed against his size viciously strumming your clit. Heavy palms cup your waist, riding you back and forth on his length faster, scrabbling at the wall.

Jeno shouts a string of curses, ripping away only to throw you down on the bed. Throat tight as he swiftly twists off his shirt. Pupils blown wide covered in black, a blush rising from the center of his chest to warm pink nipples, tracing the veins lining his throat to where his lips swell into a pout.

He stands proud following your heated gaze to his gleaming shaft standing tall, reaching the middle of his carved abdomen. Instinctively clamping your thighs together when he approaches, kicking his sweats off, smiling too adorably as he captures your thighs.

“What happened to being the queen of taking cock?”

Jeno lets out a giggle, a fucking giggle, amused by the sheer terror crossing your expression. Spreading your thighs apart, losing his stature when your heady scent hits him. Pussy insanely drenched leaving a puddled mess to create under your ass.

His length drapes down the center of your stomach, the tip landing just above halfway. Poking at your muscles twitching under his size. “That’s how deep I’m gonna fuck you.”

The need to claim you and make you his intensifies more, mesmerized by your hole twitching, pulsing around nothing. Your body screaming from anywhere to get fucked, for him to fuck you, that’s all Jeno can think. You need him to fuck you.

“Only I get to see you like this..” He says, jaw locking when he has to specify. “…out of all the Alphas who pay.”

The realization stirs up the Alphas primal hunger, desire overflowing to ruin you, ruin you for only him. Ensure that no one else will ever be good enough, no one else will ever satisfy you.

Jeno almost feels embarrassed as he circles the tip of his length on your entrance. Shivering from his thighs to where his throat bobs up and down. Prolonging teasing your hole only for his sanity— quietly pep-talking himself up to not cum in a minute, he hadn’t edged himself for hours into the night missing sleep over your videos to fuck up this chance.

After what feels like an eternity, he sucks down a deep breath lowering inch by inch into your sopping wet cunt. Lewd ridiculous sounds of wetness gush out around his fat size, walls clamping down sucking him in to move even faster. True to his word, your stomach extends when he sinks inside to the hilt, cock pushing your walls to a new stretch. Fiercely throbbing between your convulsing heat.

“Oh fu-fuck..” Jeno’s mouth drops open, his eyes rolling up as if this was his first time. Your pussy tightening around his size like a glove, the veins beating up and down his length molding to the shape of your insides. “So—so fucking tight.”

Jeno’s mewling, brain thoughtless to the cameras recording, not a care in the world about the amount of comments that would make fun of him. His reaction only confirming you weren’t just a pretty Omega for Alphas to shower with gifts, but the actual girl of his dreams. The fleshlight he discretely kept hidden under his bed from your merch site would never be able to compare.

He pulls out only to slam his cock back in, drowning in the way you spasm and clench around him. Pussy locked tight refusing to let go, knowing in the back of his mind he’d have you trained to take his size everyday, turn you into the perfect doll to sit on his cock.

The Alphas hands find your curved waist, dipping the pads of his fingers in to gain momentum. “So pretty, you’re so pretty.” He says between labored breaths, cock stroking in and out too rapidly, losing coherency too much to even understand him.

Jeno’s speed becomes punishing, caught up in his own crazed lust, determined to push cum far deep enough inside of you that you taste him in the back of your mouth.

Moans and whimpers soar off your tongue, head thrashing side to side as the Alpha lifts your ankles to his shoulders, pounding faster until you’re limp. Hanging boneless on his cock spearing all the way inside, bulging the skin around your navel out with each deep hit.

“Alpha..c-cum,” you babble breathlessly. Air knocked out of you with each unforgiving slide of Jeno’s length pushing your mind further away. “C-close, I—close.”

He nods, taking the initiative to fuck you with extra force until you’re shouting, gripping at the pillows above your head. The pillows he’s watched you ride and get off on countless amounts of times. Memories of cumming in the shower, at 3am in bed, even in the school bathroom resurface as his gaze takes in your breasts bouncing, clapping together from the impact of his body engulfing yours.

“Cum for your Alpha, cum for me baby.”

Your orgasm clutches you by the throat, beckoning your back to arch up as your release nearly forces Jeno’s size to push out. Wetness spritzing over his abs and chest, even reaching up to slap under his chin.

“What’s taking so long?” Jaemin steps in right as Jeno folds you in half, the backs of your knees hoisted to the sides of your head, neck thrown back in a complete daze.

The Alpha on top of you catches his friend entering from the corner of his eye, a camera in hand as they planned for better up-close shots under the premise of photographing content for your page. His thrusts never falter, angling and maneuvering just right to reach where you need, pummeling moaned gasps from the back of your throat.

“Gonna fill you full of pups.” Jeno mostly says to himself, voice rough and serious with each dip crushing his abdominal muscles together. Sweaty and flexing the more he grinds forward, grunting through licks at his teeth. “Want Alpha to breed your pretty cunt? You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

Fixated on chasing his release, Jeno pushes your thighs to your chest. Pressing hard watching his cock punch through your slick velvety walls. Entrance clinging to his thick girth, looking raw and used, still wanting more.

Droplets of sweat rain down, landing to melt along the backs of your legs from where they jump off Jeno’s jaw, neck rippling under a sheet of sweat. Exerting more power to cage you completely, leaving little to no room for you to even squirm away.

Jaemin expected to walk in on this, what he didn’t expect was the wash of annoyance that poured down his mind. Biting at his bottom lip to control himself from ruining the moment, he powers on the camera in his hand; zooming in to your face as Jeno leans in to give you the messiest, spittiest, barely there kiss. A kiss more so meant for his friends eyes only.

“What was that?” Jeno spews, wet hair flopping on his forehead. The heat from your bodies overpowering the air blowing from the vent above your door. Even Jaemin has to lap away sweat from his upper lip the closer he approaches.

Jeno’s question breaks through your mind with another ruthless snap of his hips. Chanting a round of broken yesyesyesyes, shouting out for the Alpha when his relentless pounding turns erratic, burning your back to shift up your bed. Damp bedding lights fire up your back, dragged harder by the Alpha losing his restraint, stilling right as your head hits the headboard.

Jeno’s growls sound close to whines, pup whines. Fucking like he’s never had a rut before, never slowing, emptying cum deep inside your walls for what feels like hours. Knot popping, sending hisses between his grinding teeth, deeply wrinkled around his squeezed shut eyes. Shallowly continuing to fuck your pussy through his never ending orgasm, knot attempting to sneak through with another thrust.

“Too much! S-too much!” You sob, head reeling and aching from how hard Jeno had fucked you, the headboard smacking back when you collided.

Jaemin taps his friend's shoulder, breaking his daze. Finally letting your legs down gently to not flop down harshly.

Jeno wants to curse, cry, shout and scream, kick his legs. Smoothing his hands down soft tender flesh lining your inner thighs, fixated on your ruined hole plugged up full of his cum, filled to the brim by his cock and knot. “So perfect.”

He shifts back just enough to admire white hot release squeeze out. Knot covered with a mixture of you both, something he could get off to if he had a photo on hand. Nodding for Jaemin to come closer and get a shot as he dips his digits to collect some of the blend, raising it to your lips letting out whines from over sensitivity.

“Open baby, that’s it pretty baby.” He coos, pushing a filthy wad of your cum onto your tongue, plump lips wrapping around his fingers with a suck.

Jaemin concentrates on filming your face, his dick twitching when your relaxed expression switches to one of fear, Jeno going on about how good you feel, how he’s your Alpha now.

“Who owns you now? Hmm?” He asks, penetrating his digits further in until you’re gagging, coughing from the rough pace he starts prodding your mouth with.

“You know why she’s not answering?” Jaemin interrupts, scanning the drool that's covered your chin and chest. “You can’t own a slut.”

Without another word, Jaemin elbows Jeno’s side, taken over by how long he’s waites. How infuriated he feels having to witness another Alpha fuck you stupid when that should be him.

The Alpha in question grumbles, knot gone down enough to be shoved aside with ease to be forgotten. He sits near, doing as he was instructed to earlier— ‘film it like a viewer would enjoy, you should know how.’

Jaemin’s fast to turn you over, his hands brushing up the backs of your thighs to grip your hips. Positioning your ass up like a good Omega presenting for their Alpha, not even giving you a minute to realize he’s about to fuck you face down ass up before he swipes between your folds gathering slick and cum, burying into your ass with one push.

He’s big— so fucking big. Fully erect, stretching your hole wide around thick fat girth. The better part of Jaemin long gone, his only care now to fuck your ass raw, hear your wails blast around the room, claim a part of you before Jeno can.

He’s so deep, filling your hole up giving you no time to even adjust, writhing as you reach for something, anything. Clutching at your bed topper, at Jeno’s smooth built thigh. The Alpha panning over the exposed white of your eyes, tongue hung out trickling saliva out like something straight out of Hentai.

Jaemin’s strong thighs press to the backs of yours, cock fully breaching your hole, stinging from the tip of your spine all the way to the top. Cries, sobbing cries sound before you can even register, fucked too stupid by the fullness splitting your ass open.

Nothing about the Alphas movements comes across charming or polite anymore, brutally gripping your hips with a bruising hold; leveraging your weight to snap forward forcing a deep bowed arch in your back.

Skin clapping against wet skin boomed around your bedroom, muffling the whimpering moans spewing from your chest. Jaemin only spurred to fuck you full of his rage— rage that should be directed at the Alpha equally irritated behind the camera.

“Alpha! Please—“ saliva collecting around your tongues slips free, covering your chin in more of a mess. Adding more obscenity to the visual of Jaemin’s broad figure behind you, pushing the mounds of your ass to roll over onto your lower back with each pummel of his hips.

“Did I say you could fucking speak?” Jaemin growls, slapping your hip before looping a fist through your hair. Yanking to lift your head for the camera lense to zoom in and out and focus on the disaster that’s taken place. Tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, lips debauched from chewing and biting, snot mixing with sweat above your pout. A nasty little mess, manhandled around by Alphas like nothing but a useless fucktoy.

“You see Jeno?” He leans over, pressing against your ass making your thighs scream from the burn of his weight pushing you into a half-split bent at your knees. “He’s your biggest fan.”

Jaemin’s tone fills with mockery, taunting and picking at his friend, taking a hold of your jaw with his other hand to make you look at the camera, look at Jeno’s enraged face hiding behind it. The cold gaze watching you coiling heat through your gut, spiraling up your chest. Trapped by the Alphas hand lowering to cup your throat with a squeeze, coughing through sobs the more he tightens.

“So fucking ungrateful, he pays so much just to watch you, pretend you belong to him.” Jaemin tuts, lifting hooded eyes to glare at the other. “This is how you thank him? Let his best friend fuck your ass. Such a fucking whore.”

Jeno’s lips pull back in a snarl, silently warning his roommate to stop trying him. Making him suffer as much as he’s made you with the bullshit he goes on saying.

“You can thank him better than this.” Jaemin says, roughly shaking your throat in his grip. “Come on, open up that pretty mouth.”

Instantaneously your tongue lolls out like a bitch in heat, causing Jeno to grunt, clamping his free hand around the base of his shaft. Shame and thrill combining to rip a guttural moan through it all. Jaemin only using your brainless weakened stated to his advantage.

The Alphas bicep lodges against your throat, squeezing your breath to choke out with every thrust, his other hand fisting your hair until your neck arches back in a painful way. Jeno getting an amazing shot of your tongue hanging lifelessly, drooling onto Jaemin’s meaty bulging bicep. Biting down on it hard enough to shock yourself to waken enough and cry.

Jaemin’s nose buries behind your ear, licking at whatever he can reach. Hiding his voice by latching onto your neck. “So fucking sexy, you’re so fucking hot.”

He gets it, he more than gets it. Stilling to circle against your ass as he lets out a less than manly whine. The desperation rumbling from his chest lets you know he’s close, face crumpling behind you, doing his best to keep it a secret with his nose tucked into your hair.

His thrusts snap like quick jabs, sharp and pointed. Expertly fucking your ass without losing his pace, without caring if you even get off. Letting your head drop, Jaemin gives your scalp a break, slapping a firm grip on your shoulder to keep you in place. The impact forcing your face to drop forward, biting down on the bicep shifting under your chin. Thick meat of muscle fills your taste buds, laving at it pathetically to compress the wails trying to crack from your lungs.

Jaemin knows he doesn’t have to do it, he doesn’t owe you a damn thing. Reminding you to be grateful he’s even fucking your slutty ass, he jerks your neck back up, cracking in the process. Pushing your hips up with his length grinding into you. Fingers swoop down, blurring over your clit in a mean way just to make you cry more. “Show your loyal fans what it takes to make you cum.”

Fumbling to fist the bedding, you convulse, pussy clenching at nothing. Squirting all over your thighs, ruined pretty pink blanket, and the Alpha’s forearm continuing to vibrate pushing your orgasm over the edge.

Jaemin let’s out a cracked groan, having to slow down from the ass clamps around him. Thrashing against his arm making the pressure worse on his cock.

He sighs through a moan, cupping your bruised hip to pull out, cock landing with a wet slap where your butt perks and rounds out. Struggling to keep his eyes open as he groans filthily, the tip of his length prodding in and it of your hole to push his cum in. Letting the rest of it cover your ass with a creamy layer.

“There you go,” he sighs, kissing your temples. Licking away sweat that’s about to clump your eyelashes together more. “Such a good Omega.”

He eyes the teeth marks shining under a coat of drool left behind on his arm, softly dislodging your chin while massaging the back of your strained neck. “Hungry little puppy.”

He thrusts back in once more for good measure, making you squeal and hiss, his heavy hand pushing at your lower back to slide out with calm. Cum bubbling around his softening length as your rim pulses.

Jeno lets out an angry scoff, grabbing onto the back of your leg once Jaemin finally moves off. Grumbling something about how his friend took long enough.

“N-no! No more!” You cry, wailing, weakly trying to crawl away on your knees. Jeno tossing you onto your back like a rag doll after Jaemin emptied the life out of you.

“Shh, be good for Alpha.”

The last thing you hear before your eyes roll to the backs of your sockets. Lungs crushed under Jeno’s weight as he sinks deep inside your ass pushing the rest of Jaemin’s cum to pour out.

“Hey.” Jeno’s eyes light up above you, his face all fresh with floppy damp hair. Sporting a soft smile, patting a cool cloth on your forehead. “You’re awake. I think your heat actually broke.”

“Hmm?” Sitting up on your elbows, you see Jaemin sitting at the end of the bed, a shifty gaze roaming between you and the other Alpha.

“You feeling okay?” He asks, rubbing at the side of his neck, a nervous habit.

“Kind of sleepy.” You yawn, settling against two stacked pillows. Jeno continues to pamper you, apologizing for losing control with a look of concern.

“That was the point, Alpha.” You reassure with a wink, tracing the lines of his opened apologetic palm. “Should have the video up by tomorrow, after my editor cuts all the unsexy stuff.”

Jaemin clears his throat to interrupt, wishing Jeno would leave first so he could talk to you in private. It’s not as if his roommate should have any type of claim on you just because he was horny enough to pay for a monthly subscription.

“We should leave so you can rest.” He nods. “I have some errands to run tomorrow nearby, if you need anything..”

Jeno’s jaw pops open, fixing his friend with an offended look. The other proceeding to ignore him with a shrug.

“Thank you Alp—….Jaemin..”

“Of course.” He smiles politely, the demon that had just wrecked your ass long disappeared by now. “Let’s get going Jeno.”

Jeno follows after Jaemin, trudging to exit with slumped shoulders, weighed down by an impending sensation of regret. Tilting his head side to side annoyed the more he thought about it.

“Be right back!” He spins, jogging the short distance back to your bedroom to find you still blissfully laid in place ready to fall asleep again.

“Hey.” He smiles brightly, blinking to keep his eyes as open as possible despite the way his cheeks ache from stretching his lips so wide.

“Jeno? Did you forget something?”

The Alpha steps back inside, sinking your bed in where he sits and pulls out his phone. “Yeah, your phone number.”

“Ahh..” covering your face, you can’t resist the urge to squeal. The overly eager Alpha unleashing shyness and excitement in your chest. “So cheesy!”

“I should’ve been cooler, right?” He wonders, teeth chattering with a nervous laugh. “Strolled in like— what’re you doing this weekend? Other than me?”

“Jeno?” Jaemin pokes his head past your door, having followed after him and listened to this embarrassing back and forth long enough. “Let’s go. Now. Haechan and Renjun have been waiting for us at the restaurant.”

“Oh yeah yeah, sorry.” Jeno leans over, stealing a kiss on your forehead as if his mouth hadn’t just slathered the entirety of your body in sucks and bites. “Get some rest.”

Jaemin nods, staying behind as his friend walks out. “Can I text you still?”

“Huh?” You question sleepily, confused as to why he’d ask. “Of course.. Alpha.”

Jaemin smiles, ducking his chin to hide the blush seeping through his cheeks. “Maybe we can hang out? next Saturday?”

“Yeah, maybe.”

a/n: Jeno favoritism always😭

ps- kinda proofed/kinda not🥹💙

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"You." she turned to chenle who called to her, zipping up her coat. "you called me out yesterday, and what happened." she smiled. "i said i was sorry."

"no you aren't, i knocked on your door for 5 minutes and what were you doing?" he questioned, camera in his hand. "what were you doing cece?" she laughed. "i feel asleep." he rolled his eyes. "you feel asleep, you called me out." he fussed. "im sorry."

"i have the camera now, we're going for food." mark walked next to her. "you won't be cold right?" he pointed at her skirt. "no i have tights on." she fixed her hat.

they made their way to the lobby , sitting down. "today everyone nct dream where are we right now?" haechan asked. "washington d.c."

"we're at the capital of the United states, washington d.c , it's our first time here , so the seven of us will have a very simple brunch together." she turned to mark. he shook his head and she shrugged, letting them argue amongst themselves.

"what does brunch really mean?" jeno asked as they walked out , she laughed. "it's just breakfast and lunch put together, basically when it's too late for it to be breakfast but too early for it to be lunch." he nodded understandly. "don't think too much about it."

they made it to the restaurant, sitting down to order their food. "it's a lot of stuff." she spoke to the camera. "they're ordering everything off the menu." she laughed. "ciara." mark called. "bacon?" she nodded. "oh wait i want a cocktail." she said, reaching over handing the guy her id.

"luckily i can still drink while in the states." she said. "i barely make the cut off." jaemin laughed. "you like to drink that much?" she shook her head. "don't say it like that."

the topic of christmas was brought up. "i prepared gifts for you guys too, i just need to wrap them." she smiled. "what is it?" jisung asked. "i got you all different things , im so excited to give them to you guys." they all smiled watching her eyes light up. "i've never seen someone so excited about christmas like this."

the guy bought over their drinks sitting down her cocktails. "thank you." she took a sip , listening to the owner talk about the history of the restaurant.

they finally got all their food pass out to them. "it's good." she took a bite.

"im stuffed." she huffed , sitting back in her seat, picking up her cocktail. "don't drink too much."

"as you take a shot of tequila." she scoffed. "but you can't handle alcohol." haechan said. "yes i can." they all turned to her. "let's not have this conversation on camera." she said. "because we're right?"

"i almost cursed."

she watched them pass around the shot of tequila until it got to her. "do i have to?" she asked. "it's for friendship." haechan said. "you called me a coworker yesterday." she said. "eh, you know i didnt mean it."

"did you drink a lot, maybe you shouldn't." mark said, she took a sip anyway , her mouth curling in disgust as the liquor burned her throat. "that is—" she coughed. "awful."

she passed the drink to jaemin. "you okay?" jeno asked , she nodded. "no more okay?"

"let's take a picture." haechan said , pulling out his phone , giving it to a staff. "let's go for something cute." they all put their fingers on their lips.

"we're in public doing this." she said , waiting for them to snap the photo. "im so embarrased."

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ౨ৎ like it when we get closer when it gets risky. 🦠

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jisung's days of employmentㅤ౨ৎㅤpark jisung, smau [part one, part two]

As the current youngest member of Dre☆mer's Cafe, Park Jisung is given the task of managing their social media accounts to promote them amongst teenagers. Problem: Park Jisung treats the account as if it's his personal account.

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In hindsight, maybe you should've been more specific in your tweet but it's too late and Lee Donghyuck doesn't seem to want you to clarify the tweet anymore.

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Jeon Wonwoo does not often stream mmorpgs only due to the fact that he fears his chat wouldn't be nearly as entertained as they would be when he plays first person shooting games ❲like valorant❳ or fighting games ❲like valorant❳ or horror games ❲like val– fears to fathom❳. Of all the mmorpg's he could possibly make content out of, he chooses the most boring one– according to his friends– a game that was released in the early 2000's with its latest update happening a few years back to fix a shitty bug that was turning characters nude when they teleported. The reason he keeps streaming this mmorpg? There's a particular npc that his fans, and himself, adore.

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MISCELLANEOUS TEXTS !

lee jihoonㅤ౨ৎㅤboyfriend texts: one

ONESHOTS!

immortalised friendshipㅤ౨ৎㅤlee seokmin, angst, 3k words

After you meet your bestfriend's girlfriend, you feel content with your decision to give up your feelings for him━ nevertheless, it hurts all the same.

،،̲ ﹕OT13 !  ❟

ONESHOTS!

the reddit confessionㅤ౨ৎㅤsvt, smau, crack

Someone opens up about their crush on you on Reddit, Boo Seungkwan finds it, and demands answers from everyone.

DRABBLES!

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[yutahoes]

Focus

pairing: gamer! Lee Jeno x gamer! Reader genre: smut, gamer au, strangers to lovers (?) word count: 2.3k words summary: When you bargained for the last remaining copy of the game you badly waited for, you didn’t know it comes with an attractive man.  warnings: bad game terminologies (because I’m not a gamer and I don’t have any idea on how games are), sexual innuendos, sexual thoughts, cursing, teasing, oral (male receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (please don’t do this) 

taglist: @joepomonerof @iwannabreathetosetmefree @yujaesbestiee @jaesqueso @notmejustmymind @what-sarah @nuoyipeach @xxhaneulxx @degreeandfangirling @channie301 @a-place-filled-with-random @imjaeforyou @yeolsechanhun @multiyuta @notworthit24 @anonjyxd @sourirensoleille @ytzvivi @queensnowdon @yutiddies This is for @neohub​, Level Up event. This is also my first time writing for Jeno even if he’s my first ever NCT bias and my ultimate Dream bias. This is written on short notice so please pardon my inconsistencies with the story. Please enjoy.  🥰

"I'll buy this." 

You glanced at the male who said the same thing as you, pointing at the same game you're pointing at. "This is the last copy of our game." What? You have to get that game. You have been waiting for the release of the game for months now. 

"I came here first." you said but the man beside you revolted, "I called for a reservation for the game." Shit! Game over. But you cannot give up yet. "I'll buy it twice the price." 

The attendant looked worried, his head facing you then the other costumer as you each took your bids to get the game. "Can't you just settle this on your own? Or I'll sell the game to another buyer." What? No! You needed to play that game. 

The young man faced you and you were momentarily stunned at how handsome he looked. "How about I buy the game first and then I'll sell it to you after?" 

You shook your head. That can't be. You've been waiting for this game for months. "How about I get the game first?" You asked then put your hands together, rubbing them. "I need to play this game. I have to race my ex-boyfriend to it and since he's still probably fucking some silicon tittied girl, I have to play this first and boast to him." 

The guy raised an eyebrow, smirking. The attendant looked surprised at your words. "I have another buyer coming in," he claimed then continued, "His name is..." He said the name of your ex-boyfriend that startled you. No way!  

"No! You cannot sell him this game." You pleaded then stared at the guy in front of you, "Please." 

"We'll buy the game." The guy claimed before handing his credit card, "The only solution to this is to play together at the same place at the same time." You nodded. That is indeed the best way to resolve this. The attractive man leaned on the counter, facing you that your bodies are centimeters apart. You can even smell his musky scent when he asked, "So, your place or mine?" 

He is an attractive guy. Really handsome. And you're nervous to be in an unknown place with him. So you opted for your apartment because it is closer and it's safer. Besides, your roommate will be there. 

But the moment you opened the door, with the gorgeous man tailing behind you, she was wearing her bright red pumps. Oh, the fuck-me-pumps. "Are you going somewhere?" You asked and she nodded before stopping to look at the guy behind you, "This is…" Wait, you don't know his name. 

"I'm Lee Jeno." Wow, even his name is handsome. 

Your roommate introduced herself while exclaiming that he is handsome and welcoming him inside the unit. "I'll call you tomorrow, Y/N,"

"Tomorrow? You're not coming back home tonight?" 

"Jaemin promised me a great night," she claimed and you chuckled. Must be nice to have a boyfriend. "Do you think Jaemin would like my skirt?"

You chuckled, "He'll like it better on the floor." You slapped her ass while chuckling. A normal thing you always do with her. "Be a good girl." 

"I'm always a good girl." She claimed while fixing her hair. "I should be telling that to you," She wiggled her eyebrow, gesturing for the guy who was looking around the place. "It was nice to meet you, Lee Jeno." 

He greeted her, saying the same words as she exited the apartment. You stood there, the whole thing dawning on you, you're alone with him in your apartment unit. You do not feel safe anymore. "Let's play?" 

You were preparing the things you needed: the player, the controller, and the TV while he sat on the pink couch. The couch your friend had desperately bought. "Do you want the pink or blue controller?" 

"What do you usually use?" 

"The blue one." You regretted that when he asked for the same controller while explaining that he had to make a hiccup since it's your home court. Wow, he knows his game. "God, I hate this pink one." You whined. It was your roommate's controller. 

"Are you gay?" You stared at him in surprise. What? "You and your roommate." 

You laughed at how absurd it was, "We grew up together. She's hot and all, but I still prefer guys." God, that was an awkward statement. You just waited for the game to load before saying, "Don't go easy on me. I want it rough." You hit start and waited for him to click on the game so you glance his way, only to see him looking at you with a smirk on his face.

"Oh, I'll be rough on you." 

The implication of your statement haunted you. What the hell were you telling this gorgeous stranger? It's fine if you say that to your roommate or your ex-boyfriend, but God! This gorgeous creature? He might think that you're sexually frustrated. 

Which, you are. 

But that doesn't matter now. You have to play this game well. When the opening credits can be shown, you were grinning. Months of waiting for this game to come out and it's here. Your heart pounding so hard on your chest as the avatar for the character can be seen. You used to play it a lot with your ex-boyfriend, even buying all the versions of the game. And you were obsessed. 

If only he didn't cheat on you, then you might be playing this game with him. 

"Wait, why are you on the next level already?" You asked Jeno whose screen showed a different background for his player. How did he get there so fast? "Hey! Hey! Are you cheating?" 

The guy chuckled in his low voice that startled you. Wow, that voice. It's sending shivers down your spine and into your core. Fuck you for being sexually deprived. "Focus on the game and not other things, Y/N." The way he said your name made your heart jump out of your chest. What is this guy doing to you? 

Your attention was diverted to him, his long lashes and prominent nose. They said guys who have those nose shapes are packed. His lips looked so soft, his skin is so milky white that the veins of his arms can easily be seen. You wonder if his cock would be veiny as well. That must be hot. "Are you done checking me out?" 

He turned to you smirking so you tried very hard to shift your focus on the game, which is relatively hard. You can see how his fingers pressed the buttons of the controller, wondering how that would feel exploring your core. Just the image of the long, slender fingers and veiny arms holding you sent your core to sopping wetness. "Your character died." You turned to the screen and saw how the words 'Player One has been slayed' can be seen. Oh great! "I thought you're good at this game." 

You are. But you were heavily distracted. "I can't focus." You confessed as you put down the controller. "How are you in the third stage already?" You exclaimed. Wow, this guy is a game nerd. 

"Focus," he said with a smirk, fingers pushing on the buttons as if it was on fire.

If you cannot play anymore, why not push this guy's buttons? Focus? You'll get him distracted so he can lose the round and you can play again. Feeling bold, you traced the vein popping from his arms with your forefinger. "What are you doing?" he asked, not removing his eyes from the screen. 

"Ruining your focus." He smirked. Just wait until you can rub that off his face. You kept on trailing his vein up and down his arm before you placed your palm on his shoulder, finger heading south on his shirt. 

A chuckle escaped his lips as Jeno leaned his back on the couch, allowing you access to his body. He likes it. How interesting. Your fingers trailed on his chest, down to his abdomen, and feeling valleys. So he does work out and he has six-pack abs? Wow, is he a sculpture? The irony of his body and his gamer actions sends your mind into a frenzy. What kind of a person is Lee Jeno? 

When your fingers reached the waistband of his jeans, he didn’t have any complaints or revolt. So you pushed it to the extent of touching the middle of his jeans which made him smirk. You were surprised and automatically retracted your hand. God, he is huge. “That’s only the start of it.” Your jaw fell at his statement. He’ll get even bigger? He stared at you dead in the eyes, his dark orbs full of want. “Do you want to suck me?” 

You didn’t need another invitation because you were already on your knees in front of him. He paused his game before opening his pants, a gasp escaping your lips. This exceeded your expectations. He is huge and veiny, that's a fact but his size is just amazing. "You're even bigger than those guys in porn." You exclaimed, staring at his cock in awe. 

"You haven't watched too much porn." he started playing the game once again and you smirked. A chance to ruin his focus and distract him from the game. You licked the tip of his cock, flattening your tongue to the shaft heading to the base of his cock, the protruding veins throbbing against your tongue. 

A groan escaped his lips which made you smile. It's nice to know that you aren't the sexually frustrated one. Slowly you took his length in your mouth, gagging when you're only halfway. Your hand started jerking the remaining part that didn't enter your mouth. 

How can someone be this gifted? Maybe Jeno isn't human. You only felt his hand hold your hair as he jerked his hip up, whispering how warm your mouth is. His length reached the back of your throat and the way he held you made it difficult to breathe that you started tapping his thigh to let go of you. Saliva drooled on your chin as you stared at him, breathless. "Are you trying to kill me?" 

Jeno smiled and you noticed how the controller was left on his side. When you glanced at the screen, the words 'Player Two has been slayed' were seen. You broke his focus. "Now, let me focus on you." 

He pulled you up then pushed you on the couch, successfully pulling your pants without any revolt from you. As if you wanted to revolt. You just wanted him to touch you. Wanted his hard cock inside you. Anything to ease this wetness you're feeling. 

And Jeno didn't disappoint. When you decided to buy the game, you didn't know that you could bargain for this amazing guy slipping his long, slender fingers inside you. "You're so wet." Why aren't you? You've been so turned on the moment you set eyes on him from the shop. "Damn, I can just slip my cock easily inside you." 

That huge cock? You highly doubt that. 

But he did. "Jeno!" you screamed, feeling him deep inside you. Your lips keep on shouting profanities and pleading, on top of the moans, at how he thrust long and deep into you. "Fuck, you are so deep."

You didn't know that it would be possible but he explored places that are untouched, sending you immense pleasure. He kept on whispering how tight and warm you are and you can easily feel him growing harder inside you. What are the odds that you'll get fucked by a stranger inside your apartment and on your friend's couch? 

You scratched his arm, another hand clinging to his body as you were brought to your mind-blowing orgasm. Fuck! No one ever drove you to that level of pleasure ever, only a rabbit vibrator. But here is Lee Fucking Jeno making you breathless. "You are so tight," he whispered, head buried in the crook of your neck. "I want to cum inside you." 

"Then cum." His thrusts slowed down and as he shoved his cock deep in you, his body pressing against yours, you felt the warmness filling you up. He really did release his sperm inside you.

"Oh my God!" you exclaimed, staring at Jeno at his afterglow. "That was the best fuck I had." He sat up, helping you sit as well. Jeno pulled you in his lap then leaned in to kiss your lips. 

"You can keep the game," he claimed, brushing your hair behind your shoulder. "Just invite me if you want to play." Well, playing is the last thing you want to do with Jeno. "Do you want to have dinner with me?" 

Is that his invitation for a date? How can you even say no to that? "But please, not tonight." He raised an eyebrow in confusion. "I feel so sore." He chuckled, eyes creating crescent moons as his lips formed a smile. 

If you thought he looked handsome in the shop, he's more attractive now. Why is this guy God damn perfect? A perfect chiseled face, a toned body, superb gaming skills, and an amazing fuck. "You're not a dream, aren't you?" He chuckled, shaking his head. You assessed the mess you made on the pink couch then giggled, "My roommate is going to kill me." 

"She's having a great night, I doubt that." You nodded then shrugged. She is. Maybe you'll just clean up when Jeno leaves. "Second round?" 

You stared at the huge 'Game Over' written on the screen. "I'll make sure that I can defeat you now." 

Jeno laughed, "Oh Y/N," He pushed you closer, attacking your neck with his lips. "I'm not referring to the game."

You'll probably have a great night as well.

#neohub event: level up #neohub #jeno #lee jeno #jeno lee #jeno smut #jeno lee smut #nct dream smut #jeno x reader smut #lee jeno smut

[vkooksupremacy]

Never Say Goodbye

NCT Dream x Male Reader Platonic

NCT Dream were absolutely crushed when their maknae, Y/N, decided he was leaving due to his mother's death. Yet one day, they hoped for his return.

Almost all the members of NCT Dream had graduated. Only Jisung was left, and new members who were Jisung's age and joined after Y/N's exit.

It was time for the other members of Dream to graduate. Except the original seven Dream members had a surprise. So did one more person.

After Dreams graduation concert, a video began to play. "Graduation" also began to play, the audience tearing up when they saw all the original Dream members show up on screen.

"Hey, NCTzen." Mark started, waving to the camera. "Before Dream graduates, we wanted to give you a surprise."

"As you know, we graduated in 2018 and 2019." Renjun continued. "We have truly enjoyed watching Jisung and the rest of Dream grow."

"However, we have something to say." Jeno added. "Remember 7Dream?"

The crowd burst into cheers as Haechan appeared on screen.

"We're coming back."

"We will be a fixed unit now, NCT Dream." Jaemin said.

"There's an even bigger surprise." Chenle was unable to keep in his giggles.

"As most of you guys know, our maknae left sometime on 2019." Jisung said, making the audience cheer even louder. "Y/N was one of our most popular members. We loved him wholeheartedly, and still do."

"Hey guys." The audience quietened down. Y/N's face appeared. He'd grown up. His face had matured, but he still had that child like demeanor. "I'm back. Permanently, returning to 8Dream."

The audience went ballistic, chanting Y/N's name as eight blocks rose from below the stage to greet the original Dream members.

"We're coming back with our new album, Hello Future, this May." Mark announced. "The return of NCT Dream."

#kpop x male reader #nct x male reader #jisung x male reader #nct dream x male reader #nct x reader #na jaemin #park jisung x male reader #jaemin #nct dream #nct 127 #male reader insert

[theninthdoor]

out of all nct units which ones are the closest to each other??

NCT U doesn't count, since it's not a fixed unit. NCT DoJaeJung doesn't either because they're all in 127.

127 || two of cups, five of cups; Dream || judgement, the lovers; WayV || death, the devil

The 127 members have an extremely strong bond, that's obvious. They care about each other very much. However, NCT Dream seem to be the closest in the sense of hanging out and keeping in touch with one another. 127 are siblings; the Dreamies are besties.

(Disclaimer: Based on current energies. All readings are alleged and for entertainment purposes only.)

#tqqnct #nct tarot #nct 127 tarot #nct dream tarot #wayv tarot

[nobodyeverasked]

morning doves; park jisung

(7,964 words) -  large

summary ➣ Jisung makes sure to continue to be NCT’s new member, Y/N’s, safe place as he is set to join Jisung and the rest of NCT Dream for their newest season of 7llin’ in the Dream.

genre ➣ fluff​

.・゜-: ✧ :- .・゜-: ✧ :-   -: ✧ :-゜・. -: ✧ :-゜・．​

Y/N peeled off his jacket as he and the rest of NCT Dream filtered through the entrance of their rented property and spread themselves out across all the floors. Jeno and Jaemin heading upstairs to get the best pick of bedrooms, Chenle and Haechan unloading a few bundles of groceries onto the kitchen counters, and then Jisung, Mark, and Renjun dispersing to what they thought were the quietest corners of the house to take a little bit more time for themselves before cameras started rolling.

The afternoon sun took on a warm, coral glow as it began to sink beneath the horizon, giving one last kiss of blazing gold to the clouds before it let the sky bleed black. And the breeze filtered in through propped open windows, chuckling as it wrapped around Y/N’s shoulders in some sort of makeshift comfort as Y/N just shifted restlessly in the middle of the living room. He was here, a seat right in between Jisung and Chenle for him in the car that brought him all the way through the front door; however, he felt as if he couldn’t settle his weight on anything or it would shatter. 

So he just stood with his jacket draped in his arms, the warm ivories of the overhead lights spilling down his back did nothing to ease the tension he could feel building up in every one of his hesitant steps toward something he wanted to take a closer look at. Y/N knew that being integrated into NCT Dream’s already pretty solidified dynamic was going to be jarring, as his impression in the coastlines that the seven other boys have conquered together would probably have no room. He didn’t know that it would be this hard, though, that he’d constantly face the threat of having his place in the sand washed out by the tides.

There were things that made it marginally easier, shining lights at the edge of seemingly endless paths that made all those sleepless nights clinging to the beats of his practice music, and holding on so dearly to the withered stars of his dreams in his hands in hopes that they’d be set alight again all worth it. 

“Y/N…?”

Y/N instantly turned around to the voice that wandered tentatively into the room, the sunlit silhouette of Jisung following right after it as he ducked through the doorway to meet Y/N’s eyes. Seeing Jisung’s curious smile dragged a breath out from Y/N he unfortunately knew he was holding - he never wanted to take up too much air when he was around a sub-unit of NCT he’s supposed to be fixed in. 

Right now, though, it just feels like he’s been shoddily attached onto it with a flimsy piece of tape. He feels like one wrong move or word or step or action can leave him with nowhere to turn, and with all the years and sanity he’s thrown to windless afternoons and sunless days trapped in mirrorless practice rooms just washed away with no remorse.

Jisung didn’t make him feel like that, though. Being in his arms always made him feel okay and that he finally belonged. That the places where Jisung held him delicately by the edges of his fingertips or by a firm grip on his shoulders whenever they’d laugh too hard and be pulled into each other’s gravity weren’t just by a series of merely fortunate coincidences or by a lucky strike. Jisung just made him feel like everything was certain and secure, and it’s been so long since he’s been able to reclaim that feeling - even fleetingly.

“Whatcha doing? We should try and get dibs on a good bedroom before we have to sleep on the couch…” Jisung’s laughter was quiet, but his smile brightened as he noticed a tense chuckle begin to trickle from Y/N’s pressed lips as well. It didn’t take anybody clairvoyant to see how stressed Y/N was, and how stressed he’s been since he received the news that he’d be joining NCT Dream. He nudged Y/N in the stomach as he made his way closer and wrapped an arm around his tightened shoulders, taking pride in how they relaxed as soon as Jisung caressed Y/N’s arm soothingly.

All Jisung wanted to do was put a smile on Y/N’s face and ease his nerves every single time he’d find himself pulled toward Y/N standing awkwardly, straying from the crowd. He’d always be shifting on his weight as if he was so uncertain whether he was allowed to settle it or not, and with the glimmers that faded in and out in his gaze, it seemed as if he was always trying to find whether he belonged in their spaces or not, as if the answer to the question would ever be ‘no’. 

Jisung was admittedly always his safe place, as seeing Y/N so uncertain of himself in every setting he was brought into broke his heart. He’d just do anything to take Y/N in and tell him that he belongs, and he has, but he knows that he has to do more than that to make Y/N believe it. That was especially the case with the way Jisung treated him before; when Y/N was first brought through the doors and put under the spotlight of the eyes of every single NCT member that debuted before him. There was a point where there was a lot of ground to make up for them, where kind smiles and warm embraces were once uncertain, stolen glances and cold shoulders.

When Y/N was initially introduced to NCT as their new maknae, Jisung would be lying through his teeth if he claimed to be as thrilled to have Y/N with them as he is now. And when Y/N was assigned to share the room Jisung was accustomed to being in all by himself, his mixed feelings about Y/N’s arrival were even harder to hide and shove beneath his pillows. He couldn’t distinguish between what he wanted to feel from what he could feel, and that left him empty-handed with every single earnest attempt that Y/N made at conversation whenever their paths crossed.

Jisung didn’t know whether to be supportive or upset, or if any of his feelings were justified as he’d bid Y/N farewell around every corner with nothing but a ducked head and a silence that’d leave Y/N’s voice filling in a space that Jisung didn’t want to fill. After Y/N’s attempts began to grow fewer and farther between, to the point where Y/N would barely steal a glance in the mirror during their joint practices, Jisung finally had the time to trace his steps over the cracks he left in their past attempts at conversation. He’s seen Y/N recede, lose the presence painted in beautiful, pink flush that came in through the practice room doors; and he found himself missing that, as if the withered roses that bloomed on Y/N’s face instead with every time Y/N would catch himself slipping and trying to talk to Jisung made his heart sink into this thick, all-encompassing emptiness.

Y/N was fulfilling all of Jisung’s subconscious, misguided wishes to distance himself from a family who claimed him as the youngest. And Jisung almost realized too late that what Y/N was doing wasn’t what he wanted at all. In fact, it broke his heart in a way he couldn’t recognize.

Whenever he’d come back to his and Y/N’s shared room and see no shape in the bed across from his, whenever he’d trek past the practice rooms on escapades for late night snacks at four in the morning, and whenever he’d wake up just before his alarm; Y/N wouldn’t be there. He’d be wherever the music was leaking from under the cracks of the only closed practice room door, heavy breaths practically breaking the walls down as Jisung always stayed long enough, too long, to hear them crumble into weak, breathy sobs.

The first time he heard that happen, the moment the twisted symphony of Y/N’s ragged breaths would snap in two with a whimper that would make Jisung curl in on himself, he finally began to realize what he felt. It wasn’t just the regret of being part of the reason that someone - especially a member of NCT - is feeling alone, but also the echoes in the hollows of his heart that he didn’t know were there until he felt this sudden urge to push the door open.

So he did exactly that, he threw the door open to see Y/N scrambling to wipe away tears that trickled down his cheeks. All he could feel was this overwhelming guilt nearly knocking him over, and all he wanted was to take the ache of all Y/N’s struggles away.

They both remember how they sat in the middle of the practice room for hours that night, with Jisung listening to everything Y/N said and all the things he didn’t want to say. And they also both remember how Jisung said he was sorry for his contribution to all of it. He knew that achieving dreams wasn’t easy, and Jisung just made it harder. 

Jisung also recalled the exact moment he felt his heart shatter even more, as Y/N confessed how much he looked up to Jisung, and how he saw Jisung as everything he wanted to be when he finally was able to hold on to his dreams and debut. The person Y/N looked up to most turned his back on him, and took part in withering his glow.

He still finds himself apologizing to Y/N for all of it, and then loses himself in Y/N’s hands every time he does, as Y/N would always say that it was okay and that the stars he holds in his hands still shine brightest for him. 

The start to their relationship was rough, but everything that followed rendered them inseparable.

After their reconciliation, after they decided with a laugh that they’d spend the night in the practice room, and after Jisung curled himself around Y/N on that dirty practice room floor as they tried their best to go to sleep; Jisung stopped at nothing to make this place and to make NCT feel like Y/N’s home - what it was always supposed to be. He spent all of their time together, free or not, making up to him all the conversations he mindlessly threw away, all the sleepless nights playing around in practice rooms and lingering in living areas until dawn that Jisung once turned down.

Now, they’re at a place they never thought they’d be - but feel so happy to be in - balancing comfortably on this line between being friends and more than that. They loved each other, they knew that. But with recent NCT Dream promotions and their schedules filling up faster than they could run away from them into the sunsets they’ve shared on the rooftops Jisung would drag Y/N to, they haven’t had the time to put a definition to it yet.

They’re okay with it, though; having these lingering smiles and sneaking in nudges between their foreheads when the camera wasn’t recording, but not knowing what they mean. They didn’t need to know what they meant, all they knew was that all the little extra things they do for each other and with each other, all the exceptions they make in all their habits for one another, make them happy.

“Sorry, I was just looking around, taking in all the sights and smells and whatnot.”

Jisung considered Y/N’s excuse for a second to humour him, until he eventually raised an eyebrow with a smile. 

“Standing here, in the living room by yourself? I’m sure you take a lot of stuff in from here.” Jisung slid his hand down Y/N’s arm to tie their hands together, tugging him in the direction of the stairs so they could get up there before Chenle and Haechan were done in the kitchen. Y/N followed Jisung’s light, but still eager pulls on his fingers, catching onto his laughter with a giggle of his own. “We need to go! Before Mark claims two beds for himself-”

“Hey, why are there only seven beds?” Y/N and Jisung’s parade up the stairs was stopped as they saw Renjun stop at its landing, his call out to the managers and camera still hauling their equipment inside spilling over the railing and weighing Y/N’s shoulders back down. Renjun turned to see Y/N’s smile falter just a little, a sympathetic pout forming on his face as they locked eyes over Jisung’s shoulder. 

It was just a bed - there’s only so much space for beds in this house. At least they didn’t forget him in the parking lot or anything.

“You can just sleep with me, Y/N. I don’t mind sharing.” Renjun shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t want to pressure Y/N, but he hoped he took him up on his offer so he didn’t feel so alone on whatever he’d find as a bed instead. A little bit of frustration bubbled in Renjun’s stomach as he saw the panicked looks exchanged between the staff, and Jisung could feel a little bit beginning to flower under his skin as well. NCT Dream has been eight for a while now, and they’ve been preparing as eight far before they planned to do this season of 7llin’. 

Jisung knew that this was the last thing that Y/N needed to be feeling with all the readjustments that NCT had needed to make in their performances. Y/N was already feeling like extra weight, and Jisung was scrambling to find ways to make him feel otherwise.

“Or me.” Jisung turned around and took both of Y/N’s hands in his, making Y/N snap to attention and out of his pensive daze. Caressing Y/N’s knuckles, kneading his fingers into his palms, Jisung gestured up the stairs with a bright smile on his face. The idea of waking up on an ivory-lit morning with Y/N gently stirring in his arms, it reminded Jisung of all the mornings they never sleep through but still linger in each other’s embrace in anyways. “Come sleep with me, Y/N…”

“I-” Y/N wanted to accept the offer - he wanted to so badly. Nothing helps unravel Y/N’s ache quite like being under the weightlessness of Jisung’s touch and wrapped up in the warmth of his heartbeat as he would always bring Y/N on top of his chest during their aimless cuddling sessions. However, everything in him was drawing him towards the opposite. The last thing Y/N wanted to do was to surround Jisung with how anxious and deflated he’s been feeling. Seeing how happy Jisung was to do another season of 7llin’, and seeing the smile that’s been on Jisung’s face since the morning only made accepting his offer that much more difficult. “It’s okay, I think I’ll just take the couch.”

“Really?” Jisung wanted to be disappointed, but he wasn’t surprised enough to be. He could practically see the thoughts running through Y/N’s head with the way the glimmers shone in his eyes. However, understanding what Y/N was thinking didn’t mean that he couldn’t let a pout shine through. It only deepened as Y/N reached out to squish his cheeks, a hopeless attempt to get it to fade away. “Just because the managers forgot doesn’t mean we did…”

“I know, I just don’t want to make a thing out of it.”

“My offer still stands, though.” Shaking his head, Jisung gestured toward the coffee table ahead of the couch Y/N was going to sleep on. It was so far from upstairs, so far from Jisung’s room - where he wanted Y/N to be. But he respected Y/N’s choice to give himself space to feel his emotions, to talk through them with himself first. “It’s still on the table, right there, on that table.”

However, he missed when Y/N would just sit between Jisung’s legs, pressed up against his chest, and just spend the next few hours spilling out his emotions; now all Y/N sees himself as is a chore. As if Jisung wouldn’t kill to have another one of those evening therapy sessions in the middle of their room. 

As close as they are, Jisung really hasn’t been able to spend much time with Y/N. Their schedules were so disjointed until now, that the only time he could’ve ever seen him was when he caught Y/N in the hallway to check if he’d eaten yet. At least Y/N being here with the rest of NCT Dream will give them more time to spend together, and give Jisung more opportunities to give Y/N some of his favourite clothes.

“I can see it, standing there on the table.” Y/N smiled into Jisung’s hands as it was his turn to reach out and hold Y/N’s face in them. Even Y/N’s realized how little time they’ve truly had to spend with each other nowadays.

“Good, I’m glad you can see it. It’s right there when you need it-”

“Thanks, Sungie.”

Jisung’s touch lingered on Y/N’s jaw, caressing his neck before Jisung made his way upstairs, splitting off from Renjun into his own separate room. Before completely disappearing past the door frame, he jokingly gestured toward the coffee table one more time with a radiant smile. 

Y/N couldn’t help but let his laughter pool at the bottom of the stairs, where he was left to play with the shadows of Jisung’s touch that always managed to sting like setting sunlight.

Looking over to the couch with a sigh, Y/N rushed over to help the staff set it up for him. But as he was straightening out blankets and choosing between pillows they offered him, he couldn’t help but stare back up to Jisung’s half-open door. It was taunting him, the way it so slyly hung on its hinges made Y/N want to run up there and bound over to where Jisung was probably laying in bed already. He could almost see Jisung’s arms instantly dropping his phone and opening for Y/N to fall right in. 

The ‘offer’ Jisung has on the table is starting to look better than Y/N thought.

*

Jisung stretched himself out on his bed, letting out a weak and defeated sigh as he felt the empty space between his arms instead of the waist that would usually be there. There were no ripples in the sheets, as Y/N always woke Jisung up by gently stirring in his hands, and brought Jisung ever closer with the sounds of his incoherent mumbling he always buried into Jisung’s chest. 

Sometimes, when the ivory sunlight sang shimmers into Y/N’s skin in just the right way, Jisung would let his hands wander, fingers tracing the curves of Y/N’s sun-stained silhouette until Y/N would finally show a smile. He’d reveal all the moonlight they kept just between them whenever Jisung would pull Y/N closer and beg him to stay the night under Jisung’s sheets.

He missed those times when things used to collide in such a perfect way they’d often joke that it was by design. Now, everything feels like it's swinging off its hinges, acting in a disorder Jisung hadn’t felt since they weren’t even friends. Wherever Jisung was, Y/N wasn’t, and whatever Jisung was doing, Y/N couldn’t with all their mismatched schedules leaving them too disoriented to focus on the stars in one another’s eyes anymore.

Jisung thought for a moment, though. Y/N wasn’t as far as he usually was. If Jisung were to squeeze himself through that sunlit crack in the door he’d see Y/N just over the railing, probably in a tangle of blankets on the couch and still trying to get to sleep. 

He only knew about the sleepless nights Y/N had to go through alone from side conversations between camera people, or from wayward comments from his choreographer as he mumbled to himself between breaks. All he could do was hear about it and do nothing to fix all the strain that he knows Y/N’s been under, always just imagine how Y/N’s just about to snap and crumble and how he can’t simply run out the door and take Y/N up into his arms - wherever he is.

Y/N would always joke about how he slept best in Jisung’s embrace, how he couldn’t get any rest unless Jisung was holding him. Jisung didn’t know how true that actually was until one day, Jisung woke up to see Y/N struggling to shake the stale moonlight from his shoulders. The deep flush on Y/N’s cheeks that would always make Jisung just want to reach out and hold him was nothing but scattered ashes, a colourlessness that made Jisung’s heart shatter.

Jisung remembered instantly bolting out of bed just to pull Y/N in and take him back down into it, letting the sunlight dry out under their hands as Jisung felt Y/N collapse near-instantly in his arms. It made him so happy to waste a day away once more with Y/N, but he never wants to see him like that ever again.

That was one of many reasons why Jisung wanted Y/N to take his offer. Jisung wished he forced him a little bit more, pulled him in by the waist with a smile as bright as he could muster to see if he could make Y/N cave in. Because he knew that they were both happiest when they were tied up in each other’s embrace with nowhere else to go. 

Peeling himself out of bed and making his way downstairs, Jisung instantly found the dullness in his breath brightening up the moment he could see Y/N’s head peeking out of the bundles of blankets on the couch. As he made his way closer, wrapping around the coffee table - where he could still see his offer to slip into Jisung’s bed and into his arms standing tall - he sighed when he saw Y/N’s eyes struggling to close in an attempt to get any sleep. 

The last time Jisung witnessed the sky changing colour, he was with Y/N, conquering the night until the moonlight had no room to breathe. He knew, though, that this wasn’t Y/N’s first time feeling all the colours in the sky stick between his fingers and weigh him down.

Jisung just wanted to take Y/N’s hands and scrub them clean of all the tireless nights wasting away in front of practice room mirrors. He wanted to be there for him and be with him to make things a little easier, but the only way he could do that was through constant texts that could only do so much.

“Hey, Y/N.” Jisung kneeled by the couch, announcing his presence with a gentle shake to Y/N’s shoulder that took him swiftly out of his half-sleeping daze. He leaned into Y/N’s shoulder, burying his voice into his neck as he felt himself drown in distant memories of coffee-stained sundays that hung by the loose threads of Y/N’s hoodie. “Did you get any sleep?” 

Jisung pressed kisses into Y/N’s shoulder as he spoke, a smile soon molding the shimmers his lips left on Y/N’s skin as he slung an arm around Jisung’s neck to caress at his nape. Giving in to his failed attempt to speak, Jisung just let all of his questions melt into a low, content hum as Y/N kneaded his hand further into Jisung’s skin.

“Yeah, actually.” Grumbling into Jisung’s hair before he pushed himself up with a groan, he couldn’t help but share Jisung’s smile as they just took a second to look into each other’s eyes. As much as Y/N didn’t want to think about how long it’s been since he could just take a moment to breathe - only to lose all his air the moment he stares just a little too long at Jisung - all he could feel was just pure relief. The relief, though, just made him realize how much stress he’s been under, how much he’s needed to hold up without Jisung’s hands there to hold him steady. “I’ll get up in a bit?”

As much as Jisung wanted to believe Y/N, as much as he wanted to just take his word for the trying smile he kept on his lips until Jisung let his attentive gaze slip and catch the camera crew start to set up their stuff for the morning; he knew he couldn’t. Jisung could admit that he wasn’t always the most perceptive when it came to anything. Despite how tall he was, things just seemed to go over his head.

Not with Y/N, though. Sadly, he’s seen too many of his strained smiles and too much of the burned-out glimmer in his eyes to not know Y/N’s lies when he sees or hears them. It was never about anything trivial, not about stolen food from the fridge or about clothes he’d ‘borrow’ that Jisung would just let him keep anyways. Only about the big things, about how he could always push himself a bit more, and about how he’s fine despite his body threatening to burst at its worn seams and crumble with so much as a pat to the shoulder.

“You’re a terrible liar.” Jisung said curtly with a pout, giving Y/N no room to speak as he peeled Y/N from the blankets on the couch and tugged him by the wrist back over to the stairs. He wasn’t going to let Y/N slip through his hands again. “Come on.”

“I- Jisung-”

“You need sleep, Y/N. I’m not just gonna sit here and watch you wear yourself thin again.” Jisung instantly halted Y/N’s protests, pulling him close and nudging their noses together as they stopped at the bottom of the stairs. If they get up there fast enough, maybe the sweetness of the dawn’s blue light could still be waiting on the other side of Jisung’s bed that he hasn't touched yet. “Can you please just come to bed with me? We could sleep in a couple more hours before activities start…”

“Okay. Thank you, Sungie…” Y/N’s words spilled from his tongue in nothing but a silent angle of breaths. He couldn’t even think about saying anything but yet as he stared into the stars that circled Jisung’s eyes as he pursed his lips in anticipation. 

As Jisung let out a little squeak of excitement, Y/N couldn’t help but melt into Jisung’s touch as it guided him up the stairs. By the time Y/N was close to building himself back up, tying back up the ends that Jisung would end up unravelling all over again with the slightest glance of his bright smile, they found themselves in Jisung’s room. 

“Of course... I didn’t think I’d ever need to beg for your cuddles.”

“I…” Y/N didn’t feel the longing in Jisung’s words until too late, until Jisung was already nudging Y/N closer to the bed and lifting the covers for him to slide inside. He could see the faint blues, remnants of the dawn being flung up from the folds in Jisung’s sheets as they stretched out the covers a little bit more. Jisung really was waiting for him…

“I understand why you think I might want space, but I don’t want it.” Jisung said as he watched Y/N finally get into his bed and shuffle under the covers with a content smile, one that always brought Jisung so much joy whenever he was able to drown in its glow. 

In Y/N’s light was the only place he loves to be, wading through every shine in Y/N’s eyes, breathing in every echoed word they’ve ever sleepily murmured to each other in hollow practice rooms. A perpetual slip and fall into nowhere and everywhere, that’s what it was. And Jisung knew that he’ll never be able to feel the ground again for as long as Y/N’s hands stay wandering in his, for as long as he can feel Y/N’s heartbeat shake him to his core on those nights where they had nothing but one another to lean on. 

For as long as Y/N will keep wanting him, keep missing him for the split seconds he isn’t there. That’s how long Jisung will stay swept off his feet with nowhere to land but Y/N’s embrace. 

And finally being able to feel it after so long, Y/N’s hand in his, being able to let his cautious and shy kisses fuel the fires in Y/N’s blush once again, Jisung always realizes too soon yet too late how much he missed Y/N until he’s right there. With the way Y/N looked up at him from the bed, such a relaxed shimmer in his eyes, such ease in his smile, all Jisung wanted to do was slip in right next to him. 

“We literally haven’t spent time like this in so long... I’m so glad to be here with you, and with Dream. It’s everything I could ever ask for…” To hear those words leave Jisung’s lips as he made his way next to Y/N, and to feel them stick to Y/N’s skin like honey, made his smile so much brighter. “It would’ve been even better if they got you a bed-”

“Sungie…”

Y/N reached out and pinched at one of Jisung’s cheeks, watching a defeated pout bloom on Jisung’s face. Jisung just followed Y/N’s hand, pushing himself further into the pull of Y/N’s gravity as he tucked himself into the space in the sheets he wrapped around Y/N. His arms instantly curled around Y/N’s shoulders to bring him closer, taking him in and sinking into the remnants of his cologne that always manage to linger on Y/N’s neck in the best way.

Jisung buried himself further in the curve of Y/N’s neck when he felt Y/N melt further into his embrace. He pulled Y/N in more and more with a deep breath to run down Y/N’s nape, bringing Y/N between his legs and wrapping them around his hips.

The way Y/N just relaxed in his tangle of limbs made him want to stay here - and keep Y/N there forever.

“May I ask what’s going on here…?” Y/N ran his hands across the outside of Jisung’s thigh, running his fingers up to Jisung’s ankles, and winced with a giggle as he felt Jisung flinch under his mischievous touch. “It's oddly comfortable.”

“It’s my one-hundred percent hug. Our hug at its fullest potential.” Jisung fastened his grip just a little bit more - both his arms and his legs - and he let a little bit of laughter free when Y/N snuggled further into his embrace with a peaceful, satisfied grin that Jisung could feel the glow of even as he was still buried in Y/N’s neck. 

He didn’t expect Y/N to be surprised by the gesture, but a lot of time has passed since they were able to be in each other’s space like this; with Y/N liking his personal space, and Jisung liking Y/N’s personal space. Everything can finally be perfect again, the pieces of their long-lost sunlight finally sliding back into place with their slowly entwining fingers and the impulses Jisung followed in his small, delicate kisses up and behind Y/N’s ear. 

“You don’t remember when we used to do this all the time?”

“Jisung, I…” Y/N felt so awful with how many parts of what used to be their everyday routine have slipped his mind.

“I get it, I literally haven’t seen you in weeks with how much you’ve been practicing and all they’ve been putting you through.” Jisung untangled their intertwined fingers to caress Y/N’s knuckles, he wanted to smile fondly at the deep breath that Y/N took under his words, but it just made him feel more frustrated with what Y/N’s been put through all to ‘catch up’ with Dream and the rest of NCT. “You just work so hard and don’t expect any comfort. That’s all I wanted and want to do - comfort you…” 

Jisung held Y/N tighter, thinking about the time their friendship shone brightest. How Y/N would always show up at Jisung’s door to fall into his arms and rant, talk or even just fall asleep to the melody of Jisung’s heartbeat - a sound of pure comfort that he couldn’t find anywhere else. After a while, those visits to their shared room became less and less frequent, and the bed next to Jisung’s, even the space next to Jisung on his own bed whenever he offered his cuddles, was empty on more and more of Jisung’s early mornings. Jisung was the first person that Y/N ever went to, and he missed that feeling of being Y/N’s safe place, of being the place he would always feel the most secure and happy and free.

He wasn’t able to know how much Y/N was struggling, how much he was hurting, and how drained and worn down he truly was. He couldn’t see it or hear about it or have Y/N in his arms to feel him relax - and so Y/N didn’t. Y/N never got to relax, as there was always something being put between him and rushing back to his dorm to get a quick hug and a tender kiss to his cheek before needing to head back out into the night and grind it down under his sneakers in practice. Jisung never got to just hold Y/N by his waist and tell him that he was doing amazing…

“You’re doing such a great job, Y/N, you really are. I know taking a break is easier said than done, but I miss being your safe place and the one you always go to.” Jisung longed for Y/N to just show up anywhere but in text bubbles on his phone screen, for him to come through their dorm room door once more to just fall into Jisung’s arms, and for Jisung to help shove all those weights off Y/N’s shoulders as he took him in and wrapped him up in one of their ‘one-hundred percent hugs’. He knew that a part of it was due to how Y/N’s been seeing himself as a burden lately, especially with the day of his on-stage debut with NCT Dream enclosing on them more and more making Y/N feel like he was nothing but extra weight on the spotlight.

Jisung’s never been able to move his hands to Y/N’s cheeks and tell him firmly that he was nothing but a blessing to their team and make up for the months where Jisung’s actions said otherwise.

“I just want you to know that you can come to me, that’s all. Nothing’s too far out of my way if it’s for you; you know I’d do anything for you.” Jisung eased his grasp on Y/N for just a moment to let him turn around and meet his eyes. He could finally see Y/N’s smile, the way it glowed, and how it shone with all the sunlight they couldn’t share this morning - it made the restless night that Jisung waited all worth it. Jisung tucked a lock of Y/N’s hair behind his ear and smoothed his thumb against his cheek, Y/N’s soft chuckle trickling from his lips pulling Jisung in. “Give me a call and I’ll be there in seconds.”

“I’ll come to you more, I promise…” Y/N knew that he was anxious about going to anybody about anything, even someone he loved and trusted as much as Jisung. But what he constantly failed to realize beyond how his choreographers treated him like an afterthought, how his vocal coaches make him feel as if he is just going to fade into nothing, there are twenty-three people who love him and care for him. Among those twenty-three is one in particular, one whose love should shine through all the shadows he’s surrounded himself with. “And if you’re not there in seconds…? Do I get my order for free?”

“Order of what?” Jisung chuckled, putting his guard up for a punchline.

“My order of Jisung kisses.”

Sighing with a giggle, Jisung rested his forehead on Y/N’s and laced their fingers together. 

“My kisses are always free of charge...” Jisung leaned in as his voice died down, taking whatever was left of their voices in the sunlight between their lips as they slowly and softly entwined them. The melodies of the late morning sang between their teeth, Jisung taking Y/N’s jaw in his hand to bring him closer. “Maybe except for my ‘snuggle tax’...”

They pulled back with smiles, the burn of the sparks they always set alight between each other finally beginning to settle in. The hums strung together by their slowly untying lips snapping off into the silence of their breathlessness. Despite these types of kisses being a rarity between them - Jisung taking in the shine between Y/N’s teeth only when the moonlight hung still over one of their few truly quiet, peaceful moments - they were always like this. They could work it down to a science as fine as the air in Jisung’s chest whenever Y/N’s touch would settle in all the right places.

“The only tax I’ll ever pay.”

The moment Y/N and Jisung would pull back and leave the fires under their skin to bloom into the most beautiful flowers, that was the moment when they realize, over and over again, how their kisses make them feel. So new yet the exact same every single time, Jisung’s kisses on Y/N’s smile were something special.

“Better get to paying then.” Jisung watched with a smile as Y/N turned around in his embrace, fingertips running up and down Jisung’s legs in the gentlest, most delicate way before Jisung took Y/N’s hands and tied them together again. Y/N hummed as Jisung squeezed tighter and buried a grin into Y/N’s neck before falling back to his place behind Y/N’s shoulders, legs around Y/N’s waist.

He could feel Y/N already beginning to slip away, all the tension in his shoulders fading the moment Jisung wrapped his arms and legs around Y/N again. Y/N just felt so alright, as if the pressures that lingered right outside the doors of this room just didn’t matter. It made falling asleep and letting them stay there so easy…

“Y/N…?” Jisung leaned over to whisper in Y/N’s ear, unaware of how quickly Y/N fell asleep in his arms, but as soon as he saw Y/N’s peacefully closed eyes and the remnants of their tangled shine on his lips, he froze over Y/N. He just chuckled and kissed Y/N’s cheek before leaning back, so glad that Y/N finally had the room - and felt like he could have the room - to relax and unwind. There was no better place to unravel but under the weight of Jisung’s hands. “Finally-”

“RISE AND SHINE, BITCHES!” 

Jisung snapped up to the blaring voice that came spilling in through the doorway, and he scrambled to silence it. The moment a still screeching Haechan rounded the corner to the bed where Jisung was doing everything in his power to keep Y/N sound asleep, Jisung took his pillow and threw it as hard as he could near Haechan’s face. The moment he realized what he did was when Haechan looked over in shock from his crouched position on the ground, hands still grasping at his head from the mere shock that not only did Jisung try to throw something at him, but the fact that he dodged it.

Jisung wanted to care about the awe on Haechan’s face, but he couldn’t with a stirring Y/N in his arms, moments away from waking up. He couldn’t let that happen.

“Uh, good morning to you too, I guess.” Haechan picked up the pillow and squinted over to see Jisung hunched over a Y/N shaped impression in the blankets.

“You really know how to make an entrance at the worst times.” Jisung shuffled back and reached for his phone, his stare more intense than playful. Haechan only saw the sarcasm in his eyes, though. “One more step and I call Jeno.”

“Oh yeah, because he’s definitely gonna be awake to get your call.” Haechan retorted, only to see Jisung roll his eyes. He lifted an eyebrow as he could see Jisung’s eyes swiftly soften, but Jisung was far from relenting on his threat to get Jeno to drag him out of the room. “What’re you giving me that look for? I just came to wake you up.”

“That’s great and all, but can you please let Y/N sleep? He’s been up all night.” Jisung looked back down to Y/N to see him still sound asleep. Part of him was glad, but another knew that a whole night awake - watching the stars die out as the horizon bled gold and silver through the violets of the night - was probably the reason Y/N could sleep through all of this. “Please…? You can make our lives hell later.”

Haechan took one more look at Y/N sleeping in Jisung’s arms. He wasn’t as close to Y/N as Jisung was - nobody was - but as a member of NCT Dream, he knows about everything that the company has put him through recently. If anybody deserves a break, any sort of rest or comfort, it was Y/N. Shrugging his shoulders with a sigh, Haechan not-so-reluctantly surrendered with a pout, backing away from the bed. 

“Fine…” Haechan grumbled, looking over at how peaceful Y/N looked, how Y/N finally got to grasp what quiet felt like. Turning around, he closed the door softly behind him, probably bounding over to Jeno and Jaemin’s room to do the exact same thing.

“Did you just threaten Haechan…?” Jisung flinched as he heard Y/N’s voice slowly trickle out into the golds of the sunlit air, and then chuckled as he saw the irony in Y/N only stirring awake the moment Haechan left the room. 

Saying nothing, letting only a casual hum come from his lips, Jisung nodded and nudged Y/N’s cheek with his nose. 

“Hot…”

“Oh really, I’m hot? I never noticed.” Jisung arched an eyebrow and lifted himself up to hang over Y/N again, pressing one of Y/N’s hands down into the mattress and tangling their fingers together. He took so much pleasure in how Y/N scoffed at his smirk, and how the light in his eyes shone just right.

“I hate you…” Y/N made a futile attempt at trying to get Jisung off of him with a push to his shoulders, but that only made it worse, as Jisung did nothing but lean into his touch and scrunch up his nose.

“I hate you too, my love.” He nudged Y/N again, hands on his waist poking into his stomach before he settled back to where he was. Jisung relished in the way those words stumbled from his tongue so haphazardly, as he doesn’t often use words like that for Y/N, at least not out loud. However, they sound so right, as if he’s meant to call Y/N by those names, and as if he was supposed to carve out those words in Y/N’s sky and Y/N’s sky only.

“Glad we agree.” Y/N sighed as Jisung’s arms made their way back around him, and he already felt himself soaking in Jisung’s warmth all over again. “You know, NCTzens are gonna get a kick out of seeing you spooning me.” He said, remembering how all the camera equipment the staff were hauling into the building during the night - one of the many reasons why he couldn’t sleep. They were bound to record the bedrooms, too. Even Jisung forgot that they were here to film a 7llin’. It’s just what Y/N’s touch and mere presence do to him, making him think only about Y/N and all the ways he can align the stars under his skin.

“I guess they will.” Jisung chuckled, thinking about the reactions already; people making chaos of Jisung’s single exception laying between his arms and legs as if he were always capable of doing that before Y/N brought it out of him. “We might as well throw our ship into the ring at some point - better sooner than later - since I don’t know how long I can hold back from loving you on camera…” Wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist, Jisung thought about everything he’s already done on camera, things he’s considered ‘holding back’.

Holding onto Y/N’s hands for an awkwardly long time that was just long enough, grabbing Y/N by the waist and dragging him into the frame of their vlive as he was about to walk out of it, trying his best to take Y/N to the ground during one of their dance practices, only for Y/N to leave him on his back instead. He started there, and he was far from stopping.

“You’ve been holding back this whole time?” Y/N craned his neck to take a look at Jisung’s radiant grin before sighing - half its melody of defeat, accepting that Jisung will never stop loving him, and half in pride and happiness, knowing that Jisung will never stop loving him.

“Yeah, exactly.” Jisung buried his face further in Y/N’s shoulder, smiling into the daylight as it began to sweep them both away. He knew that it was easy for Y/N to fall asleep in his embrace, but it always took him until too late to realize that holding Y/N brought him more peace than he could ever find anywhere else.

As they fell into each other’s warmth, they failed to notice a cautiously approaching Haechan, squeezing himself through the crack in the door and rounding the corner. He instantly flinched, ducking upon entry like a reflex, expecting Jisung to throw another pillow at him. But he chuckled softly as he looked over to see them both sound asleep, Jisung impossibly closer to Y/N than he already was, their hands tied together in a way that made even Haechan’s heart nearly burst. He’s never been more proud of Jisung and their newest member, but this pride soon turned into something a little more devilish as he whipped out his phone and crept up to get better angles.

“I am definitely using this for blackmail later…” Haechan let out a sinister giggle before wrapping himself back around the corner. On his way out, he whipped his head up to see Chenle parading over, weaseling through the door to scream at the top of his lungs.

“GOOD MORNING-” 

Haechan slapped his hand over Chenle’s mouth, stopping his screech to wake Y/N and Jisung up in its tracks, and dragged him out, grumbling under his breath as he closed the door quietly with an endeared smile.

"I love you...” Jisung mumbled in his sleep, the slightest feeling of Y/N’s skin under his fingertips, even the most faded light in Y/N’s eyes or smile or laughter, and that was all Jisung could think about. That one thing; how much he loved him. 

He didn’t need a response, he never needed Y/N to say anything back, return all his affections with an even more radiant grin. As all their moments together, from their loudest moments stuck in pale, sickly lit practice rooms or caught in the complete disorder that their group always manages to create, to their quietest moments, where there was nothing between them but comfortable silence. 

All their moments spoke for everything Y/N says and doesn’t say, everything he feels, and everything he can’t until he’s under Jisung’s spotlight.

“I love you too...”

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SM Rookies

I've watched a lot of NCT content (mostly 127 related), more than most fans, but there are still gaps. I'm not a geek type of a person, I don't need to know absolutely everything about something I enjoy. I covered the basics (all MVs, all albums, the beginning, the pre-debut info, etc) and left the rest to "when I have time and mood".

As 127 slowed down with their content releases, the last unit was formed to wrap up the NCT project, and the military era is upon us, now I have the motivation to catch up with the past.

I generally know SMRookie era, but I haven't watched the programmes (Rookies and EXO, Disney Micky Mouse club). I'll start with a recap. (There are fandom Wiki-s, so google for more details yourself)

SMRookies. The idea was launched in 2013. And it was still kind of alive during the introduction of new neos. Shotaro and Sungchan were promoted in the same manner (promotion without being in a fixed unit), and NCT Wish went though the preparatory period like old neos did with SM Rookies Show (small venue concerts around Japan with song covers to practice working on the stage and gather first supporters).

In a sense. The Rookies system is like SM's own idol survival show. K-pop fans get to know the trainees, watch them perform, but the debut of the participants isn't guaranteed. The system is probably obsolete by now. The field of k-pop and promotional tactics have changed. NCT Wish might be the last who participated in it. The new gg which should debut in 2024 will show.

Rookies were introduced in groups over a few years.

2013

December 2nd, SM announced Seulgi, Taeyong, Jeno. 

December 9th - Irene, Jaehyun, and Lami.

December 16th - Hansol, Mark, and Jisung.

December 23th - Johnny, Yuta, and Ten.

Lami and Hansol didn't make it as idols. Lami started as a child actress and is now also listed as an actress signed to SM. Hansol left SM, debuted with Newkidd, he finished the military and is now teaching dance in Australia. He says he will comeback to Korea, he is on a break (Newkidd has been on a prolonged hiatus, Hansol clings to his dream, but I doubt anything will pan out in the future).

Hansol's case was always curious to me. He was a part of the A-team and SM Rookies, i.e. he was chosen by SM, and yet he is the only one who didn't end up in NCT. I think Shohei will repeat his fate. Other neos greet him on music award shows, but can't talk about him in NCT content and lives. He was erased.

Why he never made it? He wasn't the best of the best. He was only a dancer, he was tall and handsome, but there were no spots left for him in 127. And he couldn't debut with WayV as a Korean after the Chinese ban on Korean celebreties performing in the country. Johnny had English and ties to US, Yuta had ties to Japan, Jungwoo could sing and was more charming, Sungchan (very much the same idol type, I think) was younger.

Still, was it a problem to add him to 127 together with JohnDo? He wasn't popular enough? SM didn't see a potential after a trial period? He was liked by everyone, it's hard to imagine there being a conflict with other neos.

Frankly, watching the content with him, I don't think NCT lost anything. He doesn't have the spark. Evenso, it is still a lesson of how unpredictable the path to success can be.

The Rookies introduced in 2013 (only the hyung line) + Taeil + Yong Ju performed on SMTown week show (Hansol in red). Another performance.

Yong Ju left on his own very soon. He wasn't interested in NCT concept. Never became an official Rookie.

The difference between Taeil's and Doyoung's first stages is also interesting to me. Both are the "glee club boys", who joined an idol agency to be able to sing, who always were rivals during trainee days as top vocalists. However, Doyoung joined later (wasn't ready for SMTown), was kept hidden, and was introduced as an MC. Different set of talents, different time, different approach at promotion. (Do came in with the experience of student body vice-president and all his talkative skills).

2014

March 19th - Wendy

July 17 - Donghyuk (later Haechan)

The officially introduced Rookie batch was promoted here and there. A site was launched, Rookies did short YT introductory videos. Solo performances were uploaded as well. (you can find them all on SM main YT channel)

"TY track" Tae's moniker is thanks to his feature in an earlier Red Velvet song. As you see, RV and NCT were sister/brother group originally (it's more of aespa/NCT now, lol). The connection allowed for stages like Tae+Seulgi.

Johnny, Irene, Taeyong, Seulgi

Most importantly, the lore of NCT began with Taeyong's "Open the door" on July 21st.

2015

January 15th - Doyoung

April 22th - Jaemin

July 9th - Koeun, Hina, and Herin

October 13th - Taeil

December 18th - Kun

Instantly after introduction Do joined Jae for ShowChamp as MC for half a year.

Same as Taeil, Jaemin performed on SMRookies events prior to being officially announced as a Rookie. Taeil was removed from dances pretty early. The routines became difficult, the special videos showcased the dance line only. Kun's introducation (and his participation in Without U, Chinese version) meant LSM was serious about launching a Chinese and a Japanese unit soon after 127.

The girls participated in Micky Mouse club together with Dreamies, but none of them debuted with SM (Herin left early, but, it seems, Koeun and Hina waited for aespa, but weren't selected).

Koeun played alongside Jungwoo in Yesung's "Paper Umbrella" MV.

More of dance videos uploaded on YT. Ten&Jaehyun played in the Hope Basketball All-Star basketball games and Yuta replaced Minho at MBC Idol Star Games (football).

In August - first Rookies Shows. Every boy who had been introduced so far. + Taeil. Lol, they just forgot they hadn't officially debuted him and remembered postfactum. Does the ceremony have anything to do with contracts?

Here is where the first divide lies. Chenle, Renjun, WinWin are yet to join SM. Kun didn't participate. It's why Renjun wasn't close to Doyoung before NCT2020, why Ten is close to 127.

SMRookies show gave us Tende unit and the song "Timeless", as well as the TaeDo single (written by Tae) that later was released as "Lightbulb" in 2020 with additional neos on the track. If you ever wondered why in Japan Johnny gets birthday cakes in the form of a fish, it's because of "Under the sea".

2016

January 5th - WinWin

September 19th - Yiyang and Ningning

The first NCT lore videos (Origin, Synchronization of your dreams, 7th sense) were released Jan-Feb. Taeil released his famous "apada gwenchana" OST.

LSM really wanted a member to pull in Chinese audience, heh. WW got in SM late and was inserted in all promo material right away. Yiyang left SM and is in a Chinese idol group now.

Yuta participated in another football game. And got a magazine feature in April.

Ten wasn't forgotten. Thai magazine (scans and translation).

SMRookies finished last SMRookie shows in Thailand in February. SM was gearing up for NCT unit debuts in Spring and Summer.

Johnny played a DG set October 2016. By then he was already part of 127 (not officially). I'm making a point out of Yuta and Johnny's promotions because the fandom likes to say they never got anything.

Lucas, Jungwoo, Xiaojun, YangYang, Hendery, Seunghan, Eunseuk, Shohei. I think Sungchan and Shotaro skipped the phase as they debuted as part of NCT without prior introduction. Same as Chenle and Renjun.

So, to sum it up.

Practically all Rookie boys debuted. Didn't make it: Hansol, Shohei. Lucas and Seunghan debuted but were lost due to scandals. Shotaro and Sungchan relocated not just to another unit, but to another group.

The official NCT lore lost 4 dreamers (italics). This story isn't without its victims.

Half of the girls didn't make it. aespa has only 4 members afterall, heh. (seems like the new gg will have 8-9)

Finally. The end and the new beginning. NCT Wish implementation to the lore.

#smr #chain reaction

[xiaojuun]

were you always into nct or did it just gradually happen? do you like any of the other units? /gen

i was not always into them and it did not happen gradually either JKDSNGJHB when it clicks for me and i get into a group i usually go head first and start watching everything and learning all about them, which is why it might seem like i've been around longer than i have lol. but i only started getting into them in october ! for me it started with dojaejung so naturally i also gravitated to 127, but i'd say my favorite fixed unit is wayv (then djj, then 127). i usually like dream's music, but haven't gotten into their content since i haven't had a bias jump out at me like jaehyun and dejun did for the other units ٩(◕‿◕)۶

#i tend to just show up with content when i start obsessing until everyone already in the fandoms thinks i've just always been here HAHA #erimail #mail from: anonymous friend!

[nctsirius]

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[bbina]

its gonna be 4 years since nct dream became a fixed unit damn time flies

#and they still act like theyre gonna be separated soon... i love u so much my 7dream #★.bbinz

[andysorbit]

bro honestly I woke up thinking "tf is actually going on" like, can we bffr atp, but then I saw this post that said "life always gets crazy before your blessings come...stay focused" and now I'm just like "oop- nvm."

so I'll just pray for them and continue to offer them support. I just hope this new group will he on par and a better opportunity for them than we all are thinking. I genuinely want the best for them and the utmost good success

I still get mad when I think about Hansol because tbh. I really hope they have huge success because at this point NCT is a very poorly thought out fanfic where the author keeps changing shit up unnecessarily.

Like?? what the fuck was the point in debuting them just ti have them do fucking nothing FOR YEARS only to put them in an entirely different group and be like "Yeah werw gonna continue working on the next nct unit line up. They could've just been in that fuckin line up.

I honestly knew when they said they werw doing this infinite members and units shit that this would happen because how tf are you gonna properly manage a group with infinite members and units when you can't even manage the rest of your artists???

They literally took Winwin out of 127 and put his ass in wayv and said he'd be back. His ass ain't coming back.

Wayv is the fkn China line but Ten is there??? Like? They just said "You're not Korean so yeah just go with them" like??? come on.

Then the fact that they don't put Chenle and Renjun in the China line

Then when Dream was supposed to be a rotating unit and Mark aged out then they put his ass back but then remember, Lucas could've been in the dream unit because of his age but they said he didn't fit the image the Dream unit had but they really looked like they were trying too hard because Mark looked too grown to debut in Dream but whatever. But they decided to make Dream a fixed unit and gave them more mature concepts which was fine because We Young is fkn gold but they were really pushing it with that baby shit with their big asses.

So now we got NCT Tokyo so now what?? Are they gonna take Yuta out of 127 and put him with the Japan unit and say he'll be back when we all know he's not gonna fkn come back??

Are they debut someone else in 127 to take his place?

and that's just nct alone!!

Remember how badly they did f(x) and how SNSD just got some play after 50 billion years and Boa is in GoT sp she's finally getting her roses

but look at exo. allegedly, we were supposed to get a damn comeback from them before Kai enlisted. We ain't getting that and is Lai even in the fucking group anymore???? like what the fuck is up with him???

Aespa's doing alright bless them and protect them

but SM's bullshit runs DEEP because remember that they did ZERO FUCKONG PROMOTIONS for shinee's debut but they rose from the fkn ashes like a Phoenix and shit on the whole industry

but why the FUCK isn't SUJU disbanded yet cuz??? oof.

I need to shut up now though because I'm getting myself mad as hell all over again.

Fuck SM

#neoculturecollectives #andy's mail #wtf sm

[enchxntingneo]

no like i can't let it go, i'm still so upset :( long rant about sungtaro/nct/sm ahead

i mean we always knew that sm is terrible at managing their groups but experiencing it in real time as a (relatively) new kpop fan is infuriating... i only got into kpop/nct in mid 2021 so i didn't experience the peak of 3rd gen but from what i hear exo was dominating back then, like especially watching the pre-covid mama clips it's kinda crazy! obviously they're still crazy popular now but if you look at the impact on the current kpop scene they're not really there anymore and i get that has to do with the members enlisting too but i've seen plenty of exols (and fans of any other sm group) talk about how sm will abandon older groups in favour of the shiny new thing. for exo it was nct but now it seems they're doing it to nct in favour of the new non nct boy group that sungtaro + the rookies are supposed to be a part of. i get that they're trying to keep up with current kpop trends and probably want to compete with all the other new bgs but i really feel like they're cutting the nct concept short for no reason. if nct isn't as big as they had hoped it's bc they're mismanaging them!! if they spaced them out correctly i really feel like they could have easily debuted the japanese nct unit plus another korean nct unit, since that's what they seem to be going for with the new one, and i really think they could hold their own within the current 4th gen/upcoming 5th gen climate. obviously i'm gonna be biased as an nctzen but it really doesn't take much thinking to see they're underutilising the fuck out of the nct concept and now they're punishing the members and the fans as a result...

and ig they're hoping to have a good chunk of nctzens follow sungtaro to the new group but it's really not fair to us or them. if they're going out of their way to separate the new group from nct so much doesn't it defeat the purpose to drag nctzens with them into the new group?? like i'll definitely support them bc i've grown attached to them now but it feels like it's gonna be infintely harder now to establish them as their own separate group with their own disdinct voice as they will always have nct's shadow looming over them now, so i feel like a lot of us will just see them as an unofficial nct unit regardless...

this whole thing is fucked but i think what's especially cruel is shotaro got into sm FOR nct and they made his dream come true only to let him waste away for a few years and then rip it away from him again? like that's fucked... also sungchan gets on so well with all of them, i always look forward to him and jungwoo interacting!! like he trained with so many of them, the rookies too, it just feels so cruel for no reason. but ig now we can only hope for the yearly sm town interactions... :(

another thing i've noticed is the fandom's unanimous reaction to this news being very negative. i feel like with the lucas situation the fandom kind of split in half but it seems everyone is unhappy with this. the only remotely positive reaction i've seen is ppl saying they're happy sungtaro will actually finally have a fixed group and will actually get to be proper idols. i really wonder what k- and j-fans reaction to this is but i can't imagine they're very happy either

considering that sm was actively making merch with sungtaro's likness for nct home, ccomaz and the sanrio collab up until recently this definitely feels like a rushed decision. or maybe not rushed but this didn't seem to be a part of their long term plans until very recently, like welcome to nct universe just happened!! ig most likely shohei's injury unexpectedly set their plans back and i'm guessing sungtaro and the rookies were given the choice of delaying their debut within nct or this. and obviously we can't know but if that is what they chose i can't fault them for it. as much as we like to make the unemployment jokes, i'm sure it hasn't been fun for them, like universe was the last nct album and that was in 2021! and sungchan didn't even appear in a music video for it!! considering maw and 90s love are 2 of nct's best performing songs ever, it seems stupid even just on a purely monetary level to not do anything with them. so as much as this sucks i am really happy for them that they'll get to have a proper group now.

i really wonder about the rest of nct too, like seeing yuta's reaction today i can't imagine they got much of a heads up about this or that they wanted this either. first off, i want to sit down with yuta and shit talk sm so bad asdfshjfsdjds like you can tell that man is fed up! and rightfully so!!! considering we're coming up to contract renewal season it makes me wonder who in nct will leave... i feel like i can't see anyone in dream leaving (for now) but in 127 yuta and taeil have been pretty vocal about their discontent. taeil not getting a solo when he's now at risk of getting shipped off to the military at any point feels disrespectful, ik he's spoken about being unhappy about not having anything to do. i was also watching some of the 2 baddies promotional stuff back and you can definitely tell he was not having it back then. he seemed so unhappy and disinterested and who can blame him when he gets a miniscule amount of screentime? considering they gave him so much more screentime in ay-yo i feel like he must've had a big talk with someone behind the scenes and good for him!! i just hope that this continues and isn’t just a temporary change to appease him. and i rly feel like yuta could probably write a book on the ways sm constantly mistreats him, so it wouldn't shock me if either of them were to leave at some point. winwin is another candidate imo, he's so distant and elusive lol like he's building a pretty solid career for himself in china but he keeps making appearances with wayv every now and again so i really can't tell. nct def seems to be his sidegig tho and not the other way around, so i also wouldn't be shocked if he eventually dips. sm is rly fumbling the bag, like how is the supposedly limitless group losing members at such a high rate... sigh

ALSO apparently the new nct japan unit will be formed through a survival show... yuck 😬 sm has always historically stayed away from that, so i wonder if the new management changes and sm 3.0 have anything to do with that. regardless, i won't watch it ESPECIALLY if there are minors involved. i thought they learned their lesson after all the nct dream shit when aespa debuted with all of them being 18 and over and the rookies too. i'm really hoping they're not gonna regress into old habits... also from what i’ve seen from any other survival show, it never feels very fun or fair to the participating trainees, like i never watched stray kids’ survival show bc my heart hurt for them. i also really don't think that a survival show fits into nct's concept like AT ALL, especially at this stage of their career with 3 established units that all came together without a survival show. i feel like if they really wanted to go down that path they should've made that the concept for the non nct bg, that way they would also feel distinctly different from nct, but ig not 🙄

ofc i'll support sungtaro wherever they go but i wonder if we can bully sm into putting them back like dreamzens did for dream's graduation system, like just make the new bg be another nct unit and literally everyone will be happier for it!! ig it will probably have to come from k-czennies since they never care what us i-fans have to say lol but if there is a boycott i'll do it!!

#i've also seen ppl be weird on tiktok #first of all i have seen too many edits making it look like sungtaro died ashgbdsjkbv but that's just funny #its dozen fans lumping lucas in with sungtaro #like 🤨 #your man was KICKED OUT for good reason #dont act like they’re the same #anyways… this rant is way too long oops #but i just have so many thoughts abt it #sighhhhh #nct #edit: just remembered sungchan was in the beautiful mv so that was a lie lol but that must’ve been what barely 2 seconds of screentime? hm

[neocatharsis]

NCT's Jaehyun on dialling up the ‘sexy lonely’ vibe in new single “Forever Only”

With his new song “Forever Only”, Jaehyun is ready to introduce two things: himself as a solo artist, and a new genre of music he has dubbed “sexy lonely”.

The Korean singer-songwriter just released his debut single as part of NCT LAB, a home where members of K-Pop’s enterprising, ever-expanding NCT can share the facets of their musical identity. Though this is his first official solo release, Jaehyun made his debut as part of NCT U, the 23-strong collective’s revolving unit, in early 2017 before finding his fixed home in the colossus’ Seoul-based subgroup NCT 127. In the 7 years since he was introduced, the softly-spoken, often-introspective vocalist has also lent his talents to acting, radio hosting and television MC-ing.

With its origins from record label SM Entertainment rooted in planting K-Pop all across the world, transcending cultures, language and physical location is weaved into the fabric of NCT. It makes up the DNA of not only its members, who hail from across Asia and North America (Jaehyun, though born and raised in Korea, also spent five years of his childhood in the States), but the lore the group is formed around. In their fictional universe, which appears in visual themes throughout their discography, the members exist in a sort of fantasy dimension where the only way they can reach each other is in an endless search through dreams. It offers us a symbol of the eternal pursuit of a life free from solitude, and the very human impulse to chase connection despite the environments around us.

These are themes that exist in Jaehyun’s partially self-penned lyrics for “Forever Only”, though they’re broadly less fantastical. They speak plainly of the gentle torture in seeking comfort from another’s presence, even when ties feel like they’re loosening – hence “sexy lonely”. He croons over a guitar-laced, vibey R&B melody which holds the kind of early-2000’s boyband key changes the earthy tones of his voice call for. Over video call from Seoul, Jaehyun speaks to GQ about some of his own personal firsts on the eve of his debut single.

First thing you do when it comes to composing lyrics…

Well, usually I think of the theme, then melody and then lyrics, but this time I thought of the loneliness in the song first. I thought of the image first this time, and it becomes quite easy to write the lyrics once you have that image in your head. For this song, [writing] was quite fast because I didn't have that much time. I’m just so excited to release a song filled up with my own voice and emotions. I really want [listeners] to feel closer and get to know more about the true side of myself through music.

First CD you ever bought…

I think it was the album from Alicia Keys, the one that has "If I Ain’t Got You" (The Diary of Alicia Keys, 2003). It’s because my dad used to recommend me those songs when I was really young. That song was the background music of my SNS (Korean abbreviation for social media) when I was really young. We called it minihompy (Cyworld) in Korea.

First time you were really nervous in your career…

I think I’m always nervous when it comes to starting something. For my first debut I was really nervous, my first acting [job] I was really nervous. Right now, showing my first solo song, I got kind of nervous. I really wanted to be good. I used to get really nervous when I was in front of a camera, but I’ve gotten much better now because I can do this kind of free talking in front of a camera. A long time ago, I used to be really nervous even, just, you know, talking about myself or doing an interview.

First time you ever felt like you were proud of yourself?

The first time I got rid of the two training wheels on my bicycle. I was really proud of myself. I remember it really clearly. It was on a hill, in that moment, on grass. I didn't believe that I got rid of the two wheels at that time, but when I looked back I realised that I didn’t have them anymore. I was really proud of myself. I made it!

First person you showed your new music to…

This time it was [fellow NCT member] Johnny, because we were on a schedule together. We were talking about the new song, it was before the mixing part, right after recording. He said that it was kind of sexy, but he also thought of the lonely feeling that's inside. There were [no nerves], it was just like “you want to hear it?” and he was like “of course!”

First impression of your fellow NCT members…

There are a lot of people! [laughs] I just mentioned Johnny, and his first impression was “oh, he's tall!”. He's tall and he kind of had a calm vibe. There was a group of older members and younger group members while we were training, and I used to be the youngest of the oldest group. The hyung members, the older members, used to treat me as the youngest kid in the group. When we play around or hang around these days, I always have that feeling from training. It still feels like the time, you know. I feel like that age when I’m around the members.

First career aspiration…

My first career aspiration... I wanted to be good at everything. But there was a time when I had to write about my dream job at school, and the last thing I wrote before singing or before acting was was a theme park designer. I was really curious about how the things in the parks move, like the roller coasters or the, you know, swings and Viking ships and all the stuff. I was really curious about how it works. 

Jaehyun's new single “Forever Only” is out now.

© British GQ

#nct #nct 127 #jaehyun

[planetkiimchi]

nct 127 as kpop boy stereotypes ft. sungtaro

i used this wheel to categorise nct 127 and sungtaro! here's the nct dream version as well as the wayv version! markhyuck are in the nct dream ver. <3 (and that’s why i used sungtaro to make up for them HAHA)

taeil: golden maknae (there are too many maknaes in nct ??)

johnny: dad (dilf / guncle)

taeyong: therapy dog / had a career-ending scandal and lived?? (im not sure if his bullying rumours count)

yuta: human version of those waving inflatable tube men

doyoung: diva bitch <3 & carries the trauma

jaehyun: retirement plan

jungwoo: therapized

sungchan: workaholic (music bank mc with NO absents) / post db variety mc (but just because he won the daesang before even getting a fixed unit)

shotaro: golden maknae (it’s the main character syndrome)

#nct #nct 127 #nct u #📢 — incorrect quotes #sungchan #shotaro #yuta #jungwoo #jaehyun #doyoung #taeyong #johnny #taeil #kpop #kpop boy stereotypes #jung sungchan #osaki shotaro #kim jungwoo #nakamoto yuta #jung jaehyun #jeong jaehyun #kim doyoung #kim dongyoung #lee taeyong #moon taeil #seo johnny #johnny suh