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Perfect. Everything was going smoothly and according to plan.

Later after the party, Christopher would pay Salvador a huge sum of money for doing his job. Well, he should admit that, at first, it seemed so difficult. The victim, himself, didn't look that intimidating, sure, but, his pets sure did. What were they again? Ah! A glowing panther and an extremely talkative blue parrot.

Who is this V person, anyway?! An exotic pet smuggler?!

Eh, it doesn't matter now! Thought Salvador as he glanced at V's house from his own car. Stealing those vintage clothing and that necklace was a,...

"Piece of cake!" The man exclaimed as he adjusted the rear view mirror. Taking a comb from the pocket of his black leather jacket, he began fixing his already slick - looking hair. Giving his own reflection the gun fingers, he sang along to the music in his car speakers, "We're talking away, I don't know what I'm to say I'll say it, anyway. Today's another day to find you shying away. I'll be coming for your love, okay? Take on me,... TAKE ON ME - !

"WHOA!"

Not a moment too soon, Salvador found himself stumbling on the ground next to two pairs of feet. Somehow, the car door ( which was locked ) was forced open and he felt strong hands dragging him out. He looked up and saw two very irate - looking strangers. The woman had her arms crossed and the man was tapping his booted foot on the ground.

"WHO ARE YOU, PEOPLE?!" Salvador screamed as he tried to scramble away from the two strangers. However, his escape was unsuccessful when the man grabbed his jacket and yanked him off the ground. "H - HAVE MERCY ON ME, PLEASE!"

"Is this the one, Nico?" The man asked the woman, who just lit up a cigarette and began smoking.

Pointing two fingers at Salvador, the woman called Nico spoke. "That's the one. Or, unless I'm wrong and he's not the one spying on V here for almost a week!"

"Y - Y - YOU GOT THE WRONG PERSON!" Salvador pleaded, already feeling his sweat run cold and his bones weaken. He tried to pry himself loose from the man's grip but, he was just too strong! "I - I - I DON'T KNOW W - WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!"

All of a sudden, they heard an awful noise coming from the car, and a few moments later, that same talkative blue bird came into view.

"HE'S GOT IT!" The noisy bird squawked as it pointed at something with its wing. They all turned towards the direction it's pointing at and noticed that same glowing panther, the pieces of the ripped vintage clothing in its mouth, standing just next to the car.

Which means,...

The awful noise that Salvador heard earlier was the sound of his car trunk breaking!

"YOU,... FUCKING ZOO MASCOTS!" Salvador howled in anger.

It happened in a matter of seconds. Poor Salvador was about to fight back when he felt his body go numb all of a sudden. It's as if an incredible jolt of electricity ran through his system to the numerous ends of his nerves at the speed of light, making him fall to the ground, helpless and unmoving.

As a matter of fact, he really felt he should've been dead with that unprecedented attack but, miraculously, he's not.

"I can't find the necklace anywhere!" He heard another woman say. Where did that come from?!

"Let's check again!" Answered the other female, the one who smoked.

It's,... no use,... Salvador thought, his face still lying flat on the ground where he fell. B - boss,... has the w - wretched thing!

"It's not,... fucking here!" The aggravated male swore a few moments later after all that ruckus in the car.

"We should let him know." The woman who smoked said. "He's the one who originally owns it."

"I agree with you on that, Nico."

He? Salvador thought helplessly. Who the heck - ?! What now?!

Fly me to the moon,

Let me play among the stars.

Let me see what spring is like on

A - Jupiter and Mars.

In other words, hold my hand.

In other words, baby, kiss me.

Fill my heart with song and let me sing for ever more.

You are all I long for,

All I worship and adore.

In other words, please be true.

In other words, I love you.

The voice of the Frank Sinatra wannabe on the stage soared high above the romantic place as the couples, all dressed in their best vintage, danced to the hypnotic, timeless tune.

And as you danced the dreamy Foxtrot with your tall, green - eyed partner, your mind couldn't help but go over, and over again through the events that led right to this moment.

"Oh, for I can't help falling in love with you,..." V's low and gentle voice mesmerized you. There simply was this special something in his voice. Something very warm and familiar. You've noticed it the first time during Avery's wedding where you've met him but, you didn't pay it too much attention. At least, not too much. However, during that night when he visited you and read to you that lovely story about Cupid and his beloved muse, you could no longer deny that fact. You can't actually pinpoint what it was but, it certainly lured you in closer to him.

Yes, there's no use denying that now.

You feel something for V, that you're definitely sure of.

You just kept wondering, is he really the one? Were your feelings even mutual? And what if the same thing happens to you? That thing that Christopher did to you?

Many doubtful things about V plagued your mind since that night but, now that he's here, right before you, you're very sure. Very sure, indeed.

You almost did not hear his shy, and yet bashful voice above the overwhelming applause and cheers he received from the other guests as he spoke to you after his heartwarming ( and cheesy ) song. His warm smile, pleading eyes, and gentle touch as he took your hand and planted a kiss on it made you feel like you were the most enchanting woman in the whole wide world.

The one and only enchantingly beautiful woman in V's whole world,...

"Pardon my delay." He told you, the guests still cheering wildly for the both of you. "I was,... catching up on some - "

You cut him off, placing a single finger over those supple lips of his. With wide green eyes, he saw you lean closer to him. And with a wildly racing heart, he heard you whisper sweetly to his ear, "I know. It's alright." Then, giving him an equally warm, and sweet, smile that flung his heart beat off its normal rhythm, you added, "You came. That's all that matters."

"Well, well! If it isn't Mr. Domestic guy!" An obnoxious voice boomed all of a sudden, destroying the sweet and tender mood and killing your moment with V. "How rude of you to keep your lady waiting!"

That,... mother - !

Earning disgusted looks from the people standing closest to you ( especially Trish and Lady ), Christopher went on with his self - primping. And bullying. "And what,... old clothes you wear!"

There, he said it. He emphasized the words, old clothes.

He knew what's going on! You thought as you threw the man a scornful, disgusted look.

Showing your,... true colors! V thought at the same time as he held you closer to him and shielded you from the overbearing guy. I see,...

I will make you pay,... Christopher thought as he gave V a very awful and challenging look. You two,... will pay!

"The better," You answered, your brave voice soaring high above the noise of Fleminger's ball room. " ... to spend this beautiful vintage evening with."

"So, we're talking about spending nights with someone else now, huh?" Christopher, like the rude man that he was, bit the bait, a very visible tint of red coloring his face. You knew that look. He was getting really riled up. "Let's see,... hmm,... how about," He uttered in a sickly sing - song voice as he pointed an accusing finger at both you and V. This made you stand instinctively in front of V, reversing your positions from before, and protecting the poor poet from your evil ex. And this made Christopher even angrier. " ... a challenge, perhaps? Whoever grabs the title of King and Queen this year,... wins! How about that?"

"We have no intention of - " V began but, you cut him off once more. You,... just couldn't stand Christopher's bullying anymore.

This has to stop! Here and now! And you will not stand by idle, and do nothing! You will fight this! And win the war! No matter what it takes!

"How do we do that?" You questioned, feeling your blood boil for the evil doctor.

"Eh, it's obvious, isn't it?" Christopher gestured with his thumb, pointing at the middle of the room where Dante began doing his Michael Jackson routine once more. "We go by Fleminger's rules. We rule the dancefloor. If you win, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone. If not,... well! We'll see! How's that, Little Miss Domestic?"

Leaving V for a while, you stepped closer towards Christopher and looked at him straight in the eye, dead set on bringing the evil man down.

"You're on," You answered, and with a hint of sass in your voice from being bullied, as well, you added, "Mr. Narcist."

"Now, I wonder who the Damsel In Distress really is here." A male voice interrupted. Turning your eyes to the source of this new voice, you found the robust ( and bald ) host of the party. Smiling at you and bowing theatrically, he spoke. "Pardon my,... intrusion. As you may have already known, I'm called Flanagan Allen Fleminger. But, you can simply call me,... Fleminger."

"Sir Fleminger!" Christopher greeted in an overly exaggerated way. "How wonderful it is to finally meet you. I' am - "

"Did I hear a challenge just now?" Fleminger asked with a very curious smile. "Because I do love challenges!"

You and V gave each other a worried glance, both pondering whether you should take this Fleminger man's intervention as an opportunity or as a warning. The man looked suspicious enough! Really suspicious,...

"Well! My spacious ball room is more than ready,... and equipped,... for any,... chivalrous challenges,... in the name of love. And honor! If I may add." Fleminger exclaimed as he excitedly clasped his hands and glided towards V. How does anyone simply glide like that? "I hope you find it,... challenging enough for your taste,... My Lord." He said and walked away with that mischievous smile on his face.

Fill my heart with song and let me sing for ever more.

You are all I long for,

All I worship and adore.

In other words, please be true.

In other words, I love you.

The music wound to a close, and as you and V took your bow, you heard the audience's excited cheers as they called for Christopher and Lady's name above all other couples who were dancing along with you. It's very difficult to deny it but, that Lancaster guy do have a way with ballroom dances.

And he clearly looked like he's winning the game,...

You felt V's grip on your hands tighten as you noticed him looking with such distress at the horrible enemy. You couldn't really blame him. Three dances in and people just couldn't help but be entranced by Christopher and Lady's moves. It's as if their perfectly choreographed moves has the ability to put anyone under a spell, and that alone spells trouble for both you and V.

What would happen to the two of you if Lancaster wins this?! What would happen if he and Lady becomes King and Queen of The Night? He probably would never stop bullying you and V for the rest of your life!

"Heads up!" You heard Trish tell you with a pat on your arm, making you turn your attention to her and her dance partner, Dante.

"Hey! Rockin' the dance floor?" The Devil Hunter greeted you with an overly confident smile that said I'll nab the title of King! all over despite Christopher's undeniable popularity. And this made Trish roll her eyes.

"Popularity polls don't matter!" Trish went on. With a sly glance at Fleminger, who was watching the dances at one of the upper boxes, she added, "It's him who decides the winner." And with a reassuring smile on her face, she said, "You're doing just fine."

"Yeah, right. Thanks" You answered as you watched the woman regally walk away with Dante. How could any woman stay perfectly poised and fresh after rounds of Waltz, Quick Step, and Foxtrot?!

"(Y/N)," All of a sudden, you heard your partner speak, his low voice slightly making you worry. " ... I should not have dragged the both of us in this hopeless situation. Forgive me,... "

What? "Hey, it's not your fault! I was the one who accepted that man's challenge." You reminded him as the rest of the couples took their five - minute break before the next dance. "It's not your fault, V."

"But, I was the one who invited you here,... " And it was the truth. V wanted you to have a memorable and fun night with him. He planned this event through and through in his head and he honestly thought that everything would go smoothly and perfectly. In his eagerness to fulfill your last wish, he was not able to predict one tiny setback.

And that setback happened to be the biggest, most annoying throat choke that ever lived on the planet. One that just wouldn’t go down in defeat even with more than eight glasses of water and a few cat scratches on the neck. Or, in V’s case, one that refused to stay in the Underworld after being kicked there.

Why didn't he just stay in Hell for good?! That damned Christopher Lancaster?!

"Oh, my!"

V's eyes widened and his protective instincts kicked in as he saw Lady just bump into you. On the other hand, you didn't even notice it when the woman who looked like Audrey Hepburn suddenly, and out of the blue, appeared just like that, and you totally blamed it on your lack of focus.

"Oh, how silly of me!" Lady apologized with a smile as she helped you on your feet.

"It's alright. I wasn't paying attention. I - "

V's eyebrows knitted in confusion as he saw Lady whisper something to you as soon as you got up. He was even tempted to barge in but, when she left a few moments later, he noticed that there was something in her different - colored eyes. A knowing glint,... that apparently only you and her understand.

"My dear, are you alright?" V began asking when he noticed your facial expression changing to a more,... challenging look?

"Yes, I'm,... super!" You answered as you thoughtfully drummed your chin with your fingers. Looking up at him, you touched his arm and said, "I'm just gonna,... fix something."

"P - pardon? Is everything alright?"

"I'll be right back, I promise."

V helplessly watched you as you made your way towards the powder room, and it was definitely not helping with the situation, at all! With Nico, Nero, and his familiars all gone on an errand, he felt his focus vanishing and slipping off his fingers! And being left alone on that unfamiliar dance floor made him feel like he was standing, in the middle of the vast ocean, with about a hundred, hungry sharks swimming about, on a thin sheet of ice that was threatening to break beneath his cold feet!

And he never felt that tensed in his miserable life!

V's eagle sight noticed the musicians as they went back to their pedestal for another round of dance music, and he became all the more nervous for what will occur!

But, he must remain calm! And focused! And -

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🌸 Okay, this one literally took almost an hour to upload. But, all of a sudden, I developed a strong urge to put V and his beloved into this cheesy 80's music video. It's now 5am, and I'm still singing TAKE ON ME! Oh, rip! Oh, rip, indeed! 😅😅😅 🌸

🌸 @la-vita , @dreaming-gamer , @birdgirl69 , @v-vic , and @hanniskywalker . 🌸

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"Told you I'll be right back." V heard your sweet and playful voice once more, and when he turned around with vast relief to see you, he was more than shocked!

Your skirt,...

Your beautiful and elegant white skirt,...

YOU RIPPED YOUR SKIRT!

But,... WHY?!

"(Y/N), dear, I don't think that's - !" V stuttered in distress, wanting to blurt out the word inappropriate as gently as he could, as his sight wandered over your bare legs. But, he just could not find any word to replace it. What’s more, he was even beginning to notice the audience taking notice of your sudden change!

"Trust me, V." You reassured him as you smiled confidently at him. Yes, you don't quite trust Lady. But, her words earlier,...

There was no way in hell that she would lie to you! No fricking way!

You looked up at the upper boxes and noticed Fleminger excitedly leaning in closer to his seat the moment the musicians picked up their instruments. A tall guy, followed by two ladies ( probably back up singers ), stepped on the musician's platform and grabbed their own microphones.

Then, the music started.

Oh, Lady was definitely right!

You spread your arms confidently wide in a seemingly familiar pose, waiting for V to take the lead.

A few moments later, V realized,...

The next dance was,... !

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🌸 Three Wishes 🌸

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XIII

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#vitale sparda #devil may cry 5 #three wishes #v x reader #v x you #chapter 13 #dance with me tonight

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def-initely-soul · 5 years

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Welcome back, lovely!! I’m so glad to see that you are continuing to write. Please take your time with it. Can I please request for prompt #26 fluff for Mark Tuan? Thank you 💚💚💚

omg, thank you so much! 😭 I’ll try my best! 💖💖💖

Songs to listen to: Thriller - Michael Jackson + Masquerade - Sleeping At Last

Bias: Mark from GOT7

Prompt(s): #26 “I just found out my best friend and love of my life isn’t human and you’re criticizing me for being shocked?!”

Genre: Supernatural/Fluff/PG-13

Warnings: None

Words: 3.6k (oops)

“Did they seriously just try to pass that as a decent werewolf movie?!” Mark complains with a mouth full of french fries as you sip on your milkshake in the dimly lit diner, near the cinema you just were into.

You swallow a sip and then you sigh, again, at your best friend’s whining, before putting your milkshake down. All you wanted to do was to go out and see some monstery Halloween movie to get into the spirit of the holiday but Mark might just manage to ruin it for you.

“I mean come on, did they really expect us to believe he wouldn’t have checked for a full moon before he took that girl on a date? It doesn’t make sense!” he continues after swallowing the contents in his mouth before taking a sip of his coke.

“Or that he took her on a date, without any gas in his car, so they’d have to walk through the forest?! Jesus, at least try to convince us…”

You’re currently the only ones still in the diner that’s been decorated for the holiday. Fake cobwebs and spiders hang from the ceiling with cheap electric candles on every table and faded wall decals on walls, trying to give the restaurant a more spooky vibe and failing miserably, instead giving it a more cheap vibe.

The clock on the wall informs you it’s almost closing time and by the looks the only waitress left, Donna, gives you, you’d say it’s time to go. Besides, you grew tired of listening to Mark being so incredulously offended by a simple movie.

So you take one last sip from your milkshake before, “Come on, we should go,” you gather your stuff, before moving on to put on your jacket.

Mark regards you with a confused expression, “Why, what time is it?”

You point him to the clock on the wall and once his eyes reach the object, it’s like all color is drained from his face. His expression is frozen and then, without a warning, he stands up to put on his jacket.

Okay, he’s acting weird. Weirder even than badmouthing a simple movie.

“Are you good?” you say, weirded out by his behavior. He doesn’t have another curfew today, has he?

He clears his throat, before finally meeting your eyes. Only for a second though before looking forward but it’s all you need to see the seriousness hiding in his stare. “Yeap, yeap, all’s cool. I just lost track of time and I gotta be home early…” he explains quickly before the two of you walk out the diner.

Your eyes scrunch in doubt, as you follow him down the street. He doesn’t seem to mean that and you wonder curiously what’s wrong with him as you hug your arms around your middle for extra warmth. Everything’s dark in this time of the night, only a few street lamps lighting your way, making it all the more creepy with the slight breeze that ruffles the trees.

You never really got that curfew thing that’s going on with him. Ever since you knew him, he always has to get home early. And while that’s a normal thing when you’re in your teens, it makes no sense when you’re in your twenties.

You never got to ask him about it though. At high school, you didn’t think much of it, it was normal, you had a curfew as well. And now, well… At first, you thought he was ditching you to meet other girls and you didn’t want to get into that for a whole bunch of other reasons.

Well, okay, maybe not a whole bunch. Maybe it’s just this one reason. This tiny, itty bitty reason of you being in love with your best friend.

Which he doesn’t know! And will never get to know if you have any say in this. Mark doesn’t see you that way. He never does and probably never will. So why ruin your friendship over something trivial?

A sudden grunt from your friend wakes you up from your reverie and you turn to see him crouching on his knees, hands around his torso, his breaths turned heavy. His legs are trembling, beads of sweat running the side of his face and his features are scrunched up in discomfort as he hisses in pain.

“Hey, are you okay? What happened?” you crouch immediately next to him to help him get up, worry evident in your face but he pushes you away instantly, almost hostile. Your worry dissipates shock and hurt taking its place as Mark tries to get up.

“I’m fine, it’s just a bellyache,” he mumbles through clenched teeth, but honestly it doesn’t do much to convince you, as he grunts again with a bit more force. You push aside your bruised ego as you try to get close to him once more to help.

“It doesn’t look like just a bellyache. Should I take you to a hospital-?”

“No!” Mark almost shouts at you and you’re left to look at him bewildered, as his eyes burn at you with almost… repulsion?

Mark never shouts at you. He shouts at other things when you’re with him, but never at you.

And the way he looks at you… as if he hates you. It doesn’t sit well with you. Have you done something? And even if you did, why doesn’t he just tell you-?

“Actually, my house is just around the corner, so I’ll head out first. You should head home too…” he manages to get out before turning around and walking off without you, not waiting for an answer.

You stare at him as he disappears down the street and into the forest, completely astonished at this sudden turn of events. Did he just leave you alone in the middle of the street?

“Seriously…?” you mumble, irritated before shoving your hands into your pockets and walking towards your apartment, fuming at your friend’s behavior.

What the hell? You only wanted to check if he was alright, what the hell is his problem?

You try to calm down, but your anger only grows when you can’t seem to find an explanation for his behavior. And even still, you worry about him, whether he’ll be alright, if he’s gonna get home safe.

“God, if he’s okay tomorrow I’m gonna beat his ass…” you mumble to yourself, trying not to worry too much about him when he’s been such a douche to you.

He’ll be alright. He’s just gonna head home and go to sleep. He’ll be fine.

There’s no way he’s gonna be in so much pain he won’t be able to reach home. No way.

Instinctively you begin biting your nails, your imagination running wild with images of a helpless Mark, lying unconscious in the middle of the woods, nobody around to help him, and you can’t help it anymore.

With one tired sigh, you turn around on your feet to follow the way Mark followed, carefully stepping into the dark woods.

“He better be completely fine, or I’m taking him to the hospital before I whoop his ass.”

After five and a half minutes of wandering around, following the path you know leads to Mark’s house, you’re finally close enough to a clearing. But Mark is still nowhere to be seen.

Okay, now you really are starting to worry.

Where would he go? Did he actually fell unconscious in the woods? You wrap your arms around you protectively as you make your way towards the clearing when a movement from the other side of the trees gets your attention.

Your eyes are quick to follow and you see Mark walking out of the woods.

Only he’s not exactly walking. He’s stumbling.

He looks worse than before, his whole body trembling, sweating all over and with a painful grunt, he falls to the ground.

“Shit…” you whisper as you begin running towards him, emerging out of the woods only to stop dead in your tracks as you realize what’s happening.

Mark is on all fours, his breaths labored, hands clawing on the ground, leaves crunching underneath his palms as his whole body vibrates. The image blurry, making you question your sanity as you’re not quite sure if what you see is true. A deep, throaty growl resonates through the clearing and it takes you a second to realize it’s not coming from some animal nearby.

But from Mark.

It sends a chill down your spine as cold sweat runs down your back. That sound was not something a human could emit, nothing someone could simply imitate. It was animalistic, like stuff from nightmares and you can’t stop wondering if you heard right.

But then as your eyes remain on him, the most terrifying thing happens. As his image grows even more blurry and his body trembles uncontrollably, you swear something is changing.

His whole body is shaking, shifting into something you’re not quite sure you want to find out but your legs are immobile, stuck to the ground as you’re left watching your best friend release heavy grunts of pain into the cold ground.

The sound of bones cracking, breaking and morphing into something else, something not at all human but not quite animal either reaches your ears, as Mark’s body transforms, arms and legs budging under the weight of his torso.

You don’t know what to do. Scream? Run? Honestly, you want to do both but you can’t find your voice nor the will to move your legs. You’re not even sure if you’re imagining things or if this is really happening. Maybe you’re dreaming. Yeah, that’s it.

But when you pinch your arm in an attempt to wake up, the image of Mark changing right in front of your eyes isn’t leaving. You’re left helpless, watching as Mark’s back hunches, elongates and changes as something black, something furry emerges from beneath his clothes. And then as his figure grows bigger, the sound of fabric being ripped echoes through the woods and Mark’s clothes lay ruined on the soil.

But where naked skin should have been, there’s only black, silky fur.

Mark is nowhere to be seen and only a big, black wolf stands in his place.

This isn’t real. This can’t be happening. You just witnessed Mark turning into a wolf.

You’ve gone crazy.

The animal stands with its back on you, as it stretches. It digs its paws into the earth, breathing softly and sniffing the ground as its long, dark mane shines underneath the moonlight.

Of course. Of course, there’s a full moon tonight.

You make your decision quickly, while the wolf-Mark (you’re not quite sure what to believe yet) is looking away from you. You’ll just go home, sleep it off and realize the morning after that it was all a dream.

But as you take a step back, your foot lands on a branch that cracks under your weight and the sound travels through the dead of night.

At once the wolf raises its head, ears on point and you stand still. Fuck. Now what? You don’t know if the animal is Mark or even if it is, if it has Mark’s consciousness.

What if it attacks you? What will you do then?

The wolf’s head turns slowly into your direction and its eyes meet yours.

And suddenly all fear and doubt dissipate. You know it’s not gonna hurt you. Because even though the body is one of a wolf, the eyes are human.

They’re Mark’s.

A sharp breath escapes your tensed chest as you keep your eyes on the wolf. The animal stares at you immobile, not daring to leave nor to approach, regarding you with wariness, as if knowing you’re one second away from freaking out.

“Mark…?” you find yourself whispering into the night, hoping that your friend has the sanity to recognize you.

The wolf looks at you, gaze unnerving, stance unchanging while you wait for it to do something, anything with your breath trapped inside your throat.

But then the animal finally moves. It drags its paws against the leaves to come closer but its movements are not threatening. They’re slow and careful, giving you space and time to change your mind and leave, but you don’t. You wait for the creature to approach you and when the animal is right in front of you, it places its snout against your palm, softly, tenderly. And it looks at you with its very human eyes.

Or more appropriately he looks at you.

An incredulous chuckle escapes you as the animal nudges your hand for pets and you happily oblige, now that you know he’s not gonna hurt you.

“God, is that really you?” and you swear the animal almost nods.

Huh. Your best friend is a werewolf.

Mark again nudges your hand but this time he turns his head towards his clothes and then back at you as if waiting for you to do something.

You stare at him with frowned features as you try to understand. “What? You want me to pick up your clothes? They’re ruined,” you observe but he looks once again towards the pile of ripped clothes and runs over to go through them with his paws.

With a sigh, you follow him and kneel beside him as he digs through his clothes, searching for something.

“What is it, Lassie? Did Timmy fall down the well?” you ask with fake worry and when wolf-Mark turns to look at you, you swear you can see his special face of disappointment reserved only for you.

A loud laugh escapes you. Man, this is really ridiculous. Your best friend is a wolf and he looked at you like you’re nothing but a nuisance.

You wipe a hypothetical tear from your eye. “Alright, alright, I’ll help. What are we looking for, I’ll just take my phone out to flash some light here.”

As soon as you say that Mark nudges your hand once more as if to say “That’s it!”

“Ooooh, your phone? What didn’t you say something sooner?”

Again his face is nowhere near impressed.

You snort as you dial up his number, “Right, right, sorry, cause you couldn’t.”

After successfully finding his phone, wallet, and keys, Mark leads you through the woods to the front of his house. You take out his keys to unlock the front door and for a moment you think you see Mark looking at you with almost… fear. But as soon as it comes, it goes.

Maybe it was just your imagination.

You open the door and make way for him to pass through. “There you go. Have a good night’s sleep because tomorrow you’ll have a lot of explaining to do,” you say and take a step forward to leave but something stops you.

You turn around to see Mark biting on the sleeve of your jacket, stopping you from leaving. When you look at his face, his eyes look almost pleading and you find yourself having doubts about going home.

“You want me to stay?” you whisper and he nods.

There’s a sharp intake of breath from your part before you nod as well.

“Okay. I’ll stay.”

Next morning finds you curled up, upon Mark’s couch. Something that has happened countless other times only it wasn’t with a huge wolf napping on the floor next to you.

You stretch your arms while you stifle a yawn. God, last night seemed like a dream. Maybe it was and you actually imagined the whole thing.

But as the sun infiltrates the living room and you open your eyes, you find a very human, very naked Mark being curled up in the same spot, in the very same position as wolf-Mark was last night.

An involuntary shriek escapes you and manages to wake up Mark, enough to startle him into a standing position, head snapping around looking for a potential threat as you immediately hide your face behind your palms.

“What, what, what happened?” he asks warily, eyes scanning the room before looking down at you. Only he sees you curled into yourself, hands hiding your eyes before “Please put some clothes on!”

Oh, right.

“Fuck…” he mumbles to himself before he quickly disappears into his room and only when you hear the door closing behind him do you uncover your eyes.

You let out a breath, trying to calm yourself down from an imminent cardiac arrest.

I mean it’s another thing to know your best friend is a werewolf and a completely different thing to see him naked.

Oh my god. Your best friend is a werewolf. Last night wasn’t a dream.

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

You can feel yourself spiraling but you can’t control it. Mark is a werewolf?! Werewolves exist?!

Jesus, if werewolves are real, what else is real?!

“Sorry about that, I swear I tried to wake up earlier to get dressed but I-?… Y/N, are you okay?” a fully clothed Mark emerges from his room, only to quickly come next to you, seeing you worrying yourself silly.

“You’re a werewolf…” you mumble incredulously, trying to control your breathing.

Mark’s worried eyes look at you confused. “I… Yeah. Yes, I am,” he answers slowly yet steadily. There’s caution hiding in the way he’s looking at you as if waiting for you to lash out on him any moment now.

When that thought crosses your mind, you realize why Mark looked at you like that last night. Afraid of your reaction the next day, after some sleep. Things are always different the next day.

“And… you didn’t attack me…” you add on, more like a statement than a question.

Marks lets out a small chuckle. “Why would I?”

You shrug, a million thoughts running through your mind. “I don’t know, I don’t know a single thing about werewolves, I thought maybe you’d be hostile, or maybe you wouldn’t recognize me, I mean how was I supposed to know you’d remember me, everything I know about werewolves are from stupid Halloween b-movies that don’t even make any sense so I-“

“Wow, wow, okay, okay, calm down, no need to act like this, you were just fine with it last night, why are you freaking out now?” Mark comments, raising his hands in the air as if to appease you but they have the exact opposite effect.

“Excuse me, I just found out my best friend and love of my life isn’t human and you’re criticizing me for being shocked?!” you lash out on him but only when his eyes grow in shock have you realized what you just said.

Oh, shit.

“What did you just say?” Mark stares at you completely dumbfounded.

“I- I-…” you stutter, panic flooding your senses, gaping as you try to find any words to say that could get you out of this.

But unfortunately for you, there are none.

“I meant I- I meant I-…” you try to save yourself from embarrassment with no obvious results.

You really hope Mark will drop this and let you get back to hiding your feelings from everyone and live the rest of your life in misery.

But of course, it’s not sensible to think that. And Mark still waits for an answer.

You take a breath. It’s now or never.

“Okay… I actually… like you,” your voice is quiet, timid and careful as you observe Mark with wary. You dread his reaction.

Mark blinks, opening his mouth to say something but he immediately regrets it. He just keeps on staring at you, without saying anything, driving you more and more into getting lost into your own doubts and fears.

Oh god, this is it. He’s gonna feel so awkward about it he’ll avoid you and then you’ll stop being friends, oh god, why couldn’t you keep your mouth shut-

But, well, Mark does it for you. With his lips on top of yours.

And it takes you entirely by surprise. So much that your eyes stay open and you can’t respond for the life of you. And after just a few seconds he pulls back, confusion written all over his face as he stares at you.

“You kissed me…” you observe in awe, still in shock and an involuntarily chuckle escapes Mark.

“Yeah, and I was kinda expecting for you to kiss me back…” he responds with a smirk and Jesus fuck, did he just smirk at you?

“I-I, I don’t understand…” your voice comes out as a nervous rambling and Mark smiles at you and, honest to god, it sends your head spinning.

“I like you too, dumbass…” he leans over to whisper in your ear, and you can feel your entire face catching on fire. He likes you back. Mark likes you back and it’s not a dream. It’s real.

“Or should I say ‘love of my life’?” comes next and dear god, you can’t believe you said that.

You groan out loud as you shove him lightly, “God, that was embarrassing, don’t remind me~,” you whine between giggles and Mark chuckles as he places his hand on top of yours over his chest.

You look at your hands, your laughter dying down and when you look back at him, there’s a soft smile covering his lips and he leans in.

“Now, how about that kiss…?” he whispers against your lips.

You smile before leaning in.

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as you may know, a certain jolteon went to see superm live in madison square garden last night... 😊 allow me to tell you what all went down!

i can’t stand the rain

a perfect song to start off the show

the vocals and the dancing were both spectacular

although i was pretty sure they were lip-syncing

literally the second they appeared on stage i started screaming OH MY GOD IT’S THEM IT’S THEM IT’S THEM IT’S THEM

yeah, belt it, baek!

kill those high notes!

danger/sayonara hitori

holy crap, that HAT!

taemin looked so handsome in that hat!

and his vocals! damn...

taemin was definitely channeling his inner michael jackson during danger

oh, can i mention that the little dance break before taem’s solo stage beautifully showcased all the members’ dancing talents?

it’s definitely taemin’s showtime!

gta (grand trouble artist)

taeyong!

pretty sparkly mask! oh, he took it off...

oh well, at least we can see his handsome face better!

super car

we go VROOM! like a black car!

me @ taeyong and ten: OHHHHHHHHHH THINGS ARE GETTING STEAMY

yong literally got up so close to ten and tickled him under the chin

it was really nice that they brought out lucas and kai for the end of the song so they wouldn’t miss out on anything

WE DRIVIN’ SUPER CAR!

introductory ment

never have the words “hi guys, we are superm!” sounded so beautiful to my ears

they did a little recap of the songs they did, and baek singing a bit of danger was beautiful

they all looked so excited to be here

and i noticed that baek was wearing the ‘my cat is a rockstar’ t-shirt, which was adorable

go on, ten! show us what you’ve got!

dream in a dream/new heroes

ten told us that he was a lil nervous before performing

but we were able to give him the courage to do his best!

those vocals sounded like they were coming from the gates of heaven themselves

and considering i’ve listened to new heroes before, it was a new experience hearing it live

his dancing was amazing

bass go boom

SURPRISE, LUCAS!

honestly, i wasn’t expecting yukhei’s solo number to come right after ten’s but i was pleasantly surprised, to say in the least

the video they were projecting onto the screens behind him showed him at his absolute cutest

and the bass went boom indeed

it was adorable

betcha/un village

i literally screamed baek’s name and held it out for a good ten or fifteen seconds before my lungs threatened to implode

baek did the upside-down v thing with his fingers! dunno why, but i love that!

he definitely put the rolling in ‘rolling, rolling, rolling hills’... ;)

and by rolling, i mean body rolls

he made a finger heart at the end! so CUTE!

dangerous woman

i love the little acapella bit they put in the beginning

but honestly, i was too busy screaming for joy to feel like a dangerous woman

why is it considered a new song? are they gonna release it on a new album?

anyways, it was a good song

ment #2

baek, mark, taem, and lucas had to go backstage for the next song

but never fear, the trio of taeyong, ten, and kai is here!

honestly, they were such an adorable threesome

and the light stick wave was so pretty

2 fast

what an amazing quartet

baek and taem’s vocals were on point, as well as mark and xuxi’s rap

i might start listening to that song more often

baby don’t stop

the taeten vibes were off the charts

i might just start shipping these two

stop, baby don’t stop!

talk about

“MARK LEE IN DA HOUSE!”- mark lee, 2019

dunno why, but i kept forgetting the name of this song until now

it was pretty catchy

confession

two words:

kai’s. abs. need i say more?

kim jongin, aka kai, aka SATAN HIMSELF, was totally bringing the smolder

my poor brain was going haywire at the sight of him in all his bare-chested glory

in short, he made me feel like taehyung did when i saw him performing singularity: attacked

i think he just wrecked my bias list

in fact, i was screaming at him to rip that jacket off

*insert feral screeching here*

jolteon.exe has crashed

he pulled a bs&t jimin move. twice. someone’s been taking cues from him....

casually flaunting your abs for the entirety of madison square garden to ogle over?

that’s illegal sir

💀

intermission video

i don’t remember much of it, but the only thing i remember is lucas saying “superm forever!”

and i’m proud to say it myself! superm forever!

no manners

kings doing what they do best: serving looks

taeyong just casually grinding on the stage was a total mood

in summary, these boys definitely had no manners (lol)

with you

big uwu energy

these boys are just so precious

baek just slayed those high notes like nobody’s business

and they were throwing colored balls into the audience! WHICH THEY SIGNED! man, i wish i’d bought barricade seats...

ment #3

wait, the concert’s over already?! i thought it was just getting started!

recap time... again

oh, and it’s picture time too! i bet it was a good picture

these boys were so wholesome when they were thanking us for being here

lucas making a heart was adorable, and so was taemin’s pinky promise

they’re gonna perform jopping! i’m so excited!

jopping

welp, here it is, fellas

the song we’ve all been waiting for

I DON’T EVEN CARE YEONGIN ULIL TAEUL STAGE! LEFT TO THE RIGHT WE GON’ MAKE IT MAKE IT BANG! PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR LEMME SEE YOU BOUNCE! TO THE LEFT TO THE RIGHT SIJAG DOENEUN ROUND!

CUZ WHEN WE JUMPING AND POPPING WE JOPPING!!

i never thought i’d be able to see this choreography live, but i did

and i got to see taemin doing his signature twirl

BOY HE BOUT TO DO IT! BOY HE BOUT TO DO IT!

baek’s killer high note snatched the soul out of my body

i’m so happy for them :)

this may be the last stop of their tour this year, but i know they’ll be back next year!

#superm #we are the future live #msg #superm forever!#supermemes

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Issues - Klaus Mikaelson

Summary: Based off the song Issues by Julia Michaels

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Word Count: 2,292

Author’s Note: This song is perfect for Klaus. Don’t @ me. I love this imagine. Likes are cool, but comments and reblogs are better. Feedback is great, it lets me know what you guys like and don’t like, which helps me write better.

Bold and Italics are lyrics to the song

I'm jealous, I'm overzealous When I'm down, I get real down When I'm high, I don't come down

“The bartender? Really, Niklaus?”

Klaus smirked looking at his vampire guest across from him. “You will excuse my better half won’t you?”

“I asked you a question, Nik,” you yelled as you walked further into the room.

“That’s no way to talk in front of company, love.” Klaus just sat there with a content look on his face. Sometimes if felt like Klaus’ whole purpose in life was to get you riled up.

“I don’t care if you were sitting across from the queen of England! You talked to Camille about me!”

“She does have a psychology degree. I thought she could explain to me all these... mood swings you’ve been having.”

“Mood swing? I’ll show you a mood swing,” you shouted as you grabbed a near by vase, tossing the dripping flowers to the side, and throwing it at Klaus’ head.

Of course Klaus dodged the expensive vase you through at him. Not a single hair on his head went out of place.

You looked to Klaus’ guest and said, “If I were you, I’d leave. I wouldn’t want to get in the middle of this.”

But you don't judge me 'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too No, you don't judge me 'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too

The saying opposites attract didn’t apply to you and Klaus. Nope. The two of you were alike in so many ways. It’s why you constantly butted heads. While other couples were fire and ice, you and Klaus were fire and fire. You two together were a category five hurricane ripping through a tropical island.

You weren’t all bad together though. After a fire scorches a forest, turning all the dead trees to ash, new healthy plants can now grow where they once couldn’t. That was your relationship in a nutshell. Destruction and passion. One night you would fight, the next you would be inseparable.

Neither one of your childhoods were great. That’s partly why the two of you were so screwed up now. It took a while before you both got to a point that you felt like you could bring up your pasts. He was a lot older than you, but you both struggled with your issues. Trust was probably the biggest one for the both of you. But eventually, you started to open up to him then he began to confided in you, too.

You both came into the relationship with baggage, so you knew neither one of you could judge the other. What was that saying? People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones. Or that one about the pot calling the kettle black.

You knew you couldn’t call Klaus out on his crap when you were doing the same thing. Most of the time it was more like one of you would do something, then the other would do something to retaliate. No one ever cheated. You both were faithful to each other. But you both loved revenge and getting even.

You do shit on purpose You get mad and you break things Feel bad, try to fix things

Music was blaring from the speakers in the upstairs living room. You sat on the large leather arm chair, your legs crossed, watching the guy you dragged home move to the beat. Your top leg swayed, the black sparkling heel shimmering in the light. A ding sounded from your phone and you picked it up to look at the newly received message.

A whooshing sound moved past your right ear and you looked up to see Klaus holding on to your latest meal. One arm wrapped tightly around the guy’s neck; a sinister look on Klaus’ face.

“You know I don’t like it when you play with your food, love.”

“Ughh, you’re no fun Klaus,” you replied pouting. You dropped your phone on the coffee table in front of you. “You know the blood taste better when the human is relaxed.”

“Being relaxed is one thing. Having them dance around half naked in my home is another.”

“I was trying to be nice by not letting him get his shirt all bloody,” you said standing up moving closer. “This one has a clotting problem.”

Klaus quick jerked his hands and snapped the guy’s neck. “It’s not a problem anymore.” The guy’s body dropped to the floor in a thud.

“What if that guy had a family Klaus?”

“You should have thought of that before you brought him home,” Klaus answered stepping over the dead body walking towards the door.

You groaned as you followed your boyfriend through the compound. “I was just having a little fun. Why do you have to go and ruin a good time?”

“The two of us have a different definition of a good time.”

“Since when,” you huffed. “Last time I checked, you liked drinking blood straight from the source. You love the thrill of finding the perfect unsuspecting walking blood bag just like me. You’re just mad because I brought my meal home and it happened to be a good looking guy.”

Klaus stopped walking and turned around at your last statement. “So you thought he was good looking?”

“See,” you shouted pointing at him. “That’s why you’re mad. If it were some random woman off the streets, you wouldn’t have thought twice about me bringing her home. He was just a meal. You need to quit being so insecure.”

“Who said anything about being insecure, sweetheart,” Klaus asked offended.

You shook your head at your boyfriend. “Whatever, Mikaelson. I’m going downstairs to get a blood bag since you so kindly killed my live one.”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

You got up from yours and Klaus’ king sized bed to answer your bedroom door. You swung the door open with a displeased look on your face to find a woman standing there with a bow on her head and flowers in her hand. She reached out and handed you the flowers and you accepted. You plucked the note that was attached to the bouquet.

Sorry for ruining your meal, love. Here’s a snack on me.

You shook your head and glanced at the poor girl, who was obviously compelled, standing in front of you. Klaus had an odd way of apologizing, but it was one you would gladly except.

'Cause I got issues But you got 'em too So give 'em all to me And I'll give mine to you Bask in the glory Of all our problems 'Cause we got the kind of love It takes to solve 'em

Rebekah walked into the front entrance of the compound, her heels clicking on the hard floor. Her pace slowed when she noticed a trail of blood leading up to a body... then another body... and another.

“Oh bloody hell.”

A few more steps and Rebekah saw you and Klaus lounging on the couch as if the courtyard wasn’t littered in dead bodies. You were leaned up against Klaus’ chest, your legs spread out along the couch. Klaus was seated near the arm rest, his arms stretched along the top of the couch cushion. Blood spotted both of your clothes and was smeared along your mouths.

“What happened in here,” Rebekah asked crossing her arms over her chest.

“Just a normal day in the Mikaelson house,” you answered smiling.

“A few vampires thought they would try to overthrow their king,” Klaus smirked from beside you. “As you can see, it didn’t end well for them.”

“And who is going to clean up this mess,” Rebekah asked placing her hands on her hips annoyed by the two of you.

“We’ll compel someone Bekah,” you answered her. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist,” you said waving your hand around dismissing Rebekah’s concerns.

“You better do it before morning,” Rebekah said as she stepped over the dead bodies covering the floor. “I don’t want to wake up to blood stains and bodies starting to decompose.”

“You won’t,” you said. You and Klaus watched Rebekah stomp up the stairs.

“The two of you belong together,” Rebekah mumbled under her breath but the two of you heard her just fine. “You’re both psychopaths.”

“She’s right,” you said when Rebekah was out of human earshot.

“That we belong together,” Klaus asked with a small smile on his lips while he looked down at you.

“No,” you answered then tilted your head back against his should so you could see his face. “We are psychopaths,” you said then laughed and Klaus joined you.

Yeah, I got issues And one of them is how bad I need you

Klaus held your hand firmly as you strolled through Jackson Square. He just took you to your favorite restaurant in the French Quarter. He promised to take you to get some beignets from Cafe Du Monde as well, but you were too stuffed to eat the delicious pastries at the moment. Maybe you date night was a little touristy, but you didn’t care. And when you were happy, Klaus was happy, too.

“I know we’ve lived here for years, but I’ll never get over just how beautiful this view is,” you said as you stared off into the distance. You didn’t get to do it much, but you loved going into Jackson Square and just sitting down on one of the benches admiring the church and everything in the park. There was something about New Orleans. The architecture. The sound of drums and trumpets blaring far off into the distance. Artist painting in the streets. The smell of the Cajun food cooking from all the restaurants.

This wasn’t the only place you lived with Klaus, but it felt more like home than anywhere else.

“We don’t spend enough time admiring it’s beauty, do we,” Klaus said as he watched you gazing around the park. You assumed he was only talking about the city, but he was also talking about you.

“We don’t,” you replied turning to smile at your boyfriend.

“I wish you could’ve seen it while my siblings and I built this city. You would have loved it.”

You giggled as you let go of Klaus’ hand to to wrap your arm around his, then you grabbed his hand with your free one. “I wasn’t even alive when you first came here, babe.”

“Yes, but it still would have been better if you were there,” Klaus said looking into your eyes.

“Don’t try to sweet talk me Klaus Mikaelson,” you replied shaking your hand.

“Who’s sweet talking? I only speak the truth, love.”

You glanced at the hybrid once more before your eyes returned to the scene in front of you. The two of you looped around the park once then sat on a bench at the entrance near the street so you could look towards the church.

Your eyes squinted slightly when you realized something.

“Hey,” you said and Klaus looked towards you. “Does the park seem a little empty to you?”

“Maybe there’s something going on in town,” Klaus speculated.

“Maybe... but it still wouldn’t be this empty,” you said then paused as you looked around. “What did you do,” you asked accusing Klaus.

Klaus huffed out a laugh. “Why would you think I did something?”

“Because you’re always up to something,” you said leaning back into the bench snuggling closer to Klaus.

It was silent for a moment before Klaus spoke. “Almost fifteenth years...” Klaus randomly said then trailed off.

“Excuse me,” you asked lost at him saying a random number.

“Next month we will have been together for fifteen years,” he answered. You tilted your head looking at the small smile on his face.

“Oh yeah. It doesn’t seem like it’s been that long,” you said readjusting yourself against Klaus. “The years seem to blur together now.”

“I’ve relished every second of it,” Klaus said.

You turned your head to face him grinning. “Oh please, Nik. You know there’s been a few times that you wanted to snap my neck.”

“I didn’t say they were perfect,” Klaus said smiling back at you. “You exasperate me like no other, but I’ve always adored you.”

“Ah, the downside to being a vampire,’ you spoke smirking. “The heightened emotions make me more agitating than the normal girlfriend.”

“One of the perks of being a vampire is getting to spend an immortal life with your best friend,” Klaus said then stood up. He got in front of you then dropped to one knee.

“Klaus... what are you doing,” you asked. Your heart was pounding so loud in your chest, you were sure anyone without supernatural hearing would be able to hear it. You watched him dig in his jacket pocket taking out a small black box, his eyes never leaving yours. Your eyes grew wide and your hands flew to cover your mouth.

“Oh my...,” you said as your eyes began to water.

“Y/N Y/L/N, I’ve spent the last fifteen years bickering with you. You are the most aggravating, exhausting, and audacious, yet stunning, witty, and intelligent woman, no, person, I have ever met in my thousand years of living. And I would be honored if I could call you my wife.”

“Are you sure,” you asked, the tears in your eyes making your eyes twinkle in the light. “We’re vampires, so when we say ‘til death do us part’, that really means forever.”

“I’m sure. I want to spend an eternity with you,” Klaus smiled before he took the ring out the box. “Always and forever,” he said while slipping the ring on your finger.

Your lips quivered as your smile grew bigger. “Always and forever.”

#i love comments #klaus mikaelson x reader #niklaus mikaelson x reader #the originals imagine #the originals fanfiction #the originals #klaus mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson fanfiction

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k-writingsbyjojo · 5 years

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NCT Dream reaction to S/O breaking/losing something valuable to them

A request for @l-lliann sorry it took so long hope you like it

Mark:

He didn’t know what to say when he saw the picture of him and the rest of Dream that the boys gave him as a graduation gift on yours and Mark’s bedroom floor. The frame was completely smashed,glass everywhere all you could do is give Mark an apologetic look. He knew you wouldn’t purposely break anything of his but it was the last picture of him as Dream member and it meant so much to him to be even be able to have been in Dream.

“I’m so sorry Mark I wasn’t paying attention I bumped into the bookcase, the picture fell and I-” Mark cuts you off with a kiss. “I know you didn’t mean it Y/N it’s fine I can get a new frame.”

Renjun:

He was sad because he wanted that figurine for awhile so when he finally bought it he was so excited. “Y/N! Look at what I bought I’m so happy it was the last one too.” Renjun said as he was pulling the figurine out box smiling so hard. “ That’s really cool babe can I see it?” You asked, he told you so much about his love for Moomin you wanted to see a closer look of what your boyfriend constantly talked about. He handed you the figurine and you thought you had it but sadly you didn’t and there was shattered Moomin all over the floor. Before you could say anything Renjun fell to his knees with tears in his eyes. “Noooooo Moomin!” Needless to say he didn’t talk to you for awhile.

Jeno:

He would be confused because it was working the day before but now it wasn’t. Now you did like to take his camera and have little photo shoots so he could see them later but somehow you seem to overload his camera because now it wouldn’t take anymore pictures so you tried to hide it from him but he eventually found it. “Y/N did you use my camera yesterday?” He asked already knowing the answer. “Maybe maybe not” You tried to play it off but he just looked at you til you fessed up. “Alright I did but I didn’t mean to mess it up I’m so sorry.” He just shook his head and laughed and walked away but not before giving you a kiss on the cheek.

Haechan:

He’s gonna be salty for like all of five minutes and then be fine. It’s not like you meant to misplace his sacred Michael Jackson vinyl but you were cleaning up and you put it somewhere. Haechan had just came home from practice for Dream’s comeback and he was exhausted. All he wanted to do was put on his favorite vinyl and cuddle with his favorite girl or so he thought. “Babe have you seen my MJ vinyl it’s not with the others?” You looked like a deer in headlights because it was at that moment you realized you didn’t exactly remember where you put it but it was somewhere in the house. “Uh...it’s somewhere in here.” You said trying to remember where it was. He stood there and crossed his arms looking so done with you. “How do you lose a whole vinyl Y/N?” That was a very good question but rather than trying to find an answer you started to look for it. “Ugh that was my favorite album it was Thriller this sucks so much.” He said helping you trying to find it. After hours of looking you two gave up he was still pretty pissed about it but he eventually he let it go.

Jaemin:

He would be devastated like someone hurt his child. He had just gotten a pair of airpods and he thought he was the coolest person on planet earth until one unfortunate accident. You two were doing the dishes you were washing and Jaemin was drying you were trying to hand him a plate to dry but he was too busy jamming listening to his airpods. “Jaemin? Yo NaNa! Aye!” You yelled at him but to no avail. You sighed annoyed with him then you nudged him with your elbow but you nudged a little too hard. As if it was in slow motion one of his airpods fell right into the garbage disposal and icing on the cake the water was running. He looked at you and at the sink and back at you he did this for a couple of minutes till it finally hit him. “Jaemin you goo-” “NOOOOOOO WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME Y/N YOU MONSTER!!!” You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's dramatics. He even cried a little but then the very next day he got a new pair.

Chenle:

He would be questioning how in the hell did you manage to do it. Like he would play you songs on the piano all the time it was kinda like therapy for you. But somehow you manage to break the keys and he was just confused. “How did the middle key come off Y/N?” You were joking around and hit the key too hard and it went flying off. “Uh.... funny story I was playing around with the piano and hit the key too hard and it came off sorry babe.” Chenle just sighed and walked off wondering what he was going to with you but he came back to give you a kiss before officially being “done” with you.

Jisung:

You were just chilling in you and Jisung’s room while he was at practice and you were looking at his hats which were on a shelf in the closet. Usually you would pick one and wear it and the one you wanted to wear today was on the very top. Reaching for it caused some of his hats to fall but you would pick them up later but the hat you were getting got caught on a nail in the wall and you couldn’t see it so you just pulled at it. Then you heard the faint sound of fabric ripping and now in your hands was your boyfriend’s ripped hat. You put the rest of the hats that fell back, so now you’re standing there holding Jisung’s now damaged hat when you heard the front door open. Jisung walked into the room looking exhausted from all the dancing but had a smile on his face because he missed you. “Hey Y/N-” Before he finished his sentence he looked at you with his hat in your hands and then just walked right back out. You of course being the good girlfriend that you are bought him a new one.

#nct dream #mark lee #renjun #jeno #haechan #jaemin #chenle #park jisung #nct reactions

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greyskieslatenights · 6 years

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ikon: jundong - late nights are complicated [nsfw]

well um... long time no see, y’all.

i’ve been a little bored lately and decided to write a little something-something. this is technically part of an extended jundong college-and-office universe that i’m writing with my co-conspirator yve, but i wanted to post a tidbit of it just to put some feelers out there and see if anyone’s interested and all.

this is a college au, feat some roughly-written sexytimes. it may not be that good, i’m out of practice, but hopefully someone likes it hahaha

in which junhoe sees a new side of donghyuk and he’s not sure how he feels about all this.

“You’re drunk.”

“That’s what you think.”

If the lights were any brighter, Junhoe’s about 90% certain he’d see Donghyuk’s face flushed red, see the way his eyes are just a hair unfocused (because there’s no way Donghyuk can actually be looking at him like that, right?)

Donghyuk grins, the colored lights glinting across his teeth. “I’m not drunk, June-yah. I’ve had like, two drinks? You need to catch up with me.”

He holds out the plastic red cup in his hand towards Junhoe, who looks at the liquid inside dubiously. He bends down and gives it an experimental sniff - all he can tell is it smells like no fewer than three kinds of alcohol and fruit juices.

“It’s not drugged, if that’s what you’re wondering,” Donghyuk says. “I’ve been drinking from it. And you trust me, right?”

Junhoe rolls his eyes, snatching the cup out of Donghyuk’s hand and gulping it down in one go just to get it over with. It tastes too sweet and too strong and he grimaces after he swallows, but Donghyuk looks pleased.

“See? Not so bad. Let’s get you another one, hm?”

Junhoe wonders what other sides of Donghyuk he doesn’t know as he finds himself following him to the kitchen, where he high-fives some upperclassman Junhoe vaguely recognizes from econ or something before he pours a ladle of the death drink into his cup.

“June-yah, you know Seungcheol-hyung, right?” Donghyuk leans against the counter next to who Junhoe presumes is Seungcheol.

“Koo, right?” The doe-eyed upperclassman holds out a hand to shake.

“Yeah.” Junhoe doesn’t really know what else to say. This is why he doesn’t go to parties.

“‘m Choi,” Seungcheol introduces. “Thanks for dropping by, yeah?”

“It was Donghyuk,” Junhoe replies. I’m really too sober for this, he thinks, picking up a plastic cup from the center island and pouring himself a healthy cupful of the mystery cocktail.

Seungcheol grins, nudging Donghyuk next to him playfully. “Good ol Donghyuk, eh? Little party animal he is.”

Junhoe raises an eyebrow. “Really?”

“No, no,” Donghyuk laughs. “I just come hang out a lot, y’know? Make friends. Networking.”

“Networking? And here I thought you actually wanted to hear me talk about my car,” Seungcheol mock-whines.

Junhoe forces out a laugh, downing some of his drink just to give his mouth something to do.

“Where’s Jihoon-hyung?” Donghyuk asks. Junhoe has no idea who Jihoon is. Donghyuk must know this Seungcheol guy pretty well.

Why does the idea of Donghyuk have friends who aren’t him bother him so much? He needs another drink.

“He’s just hiding in my room manning the playlist,” Seungcheol laughs. “Not super up for socializing tonight.”

“Maybe I should hang out with him,” Junhoe says. He’s only half joking.

“You two might get along, actually,” Seungcheol says. “You’ve both kind of got that… vibe to you.”

“Vibe?”

“He means you’re both kind of grumpy and bad with people,” Donghyuk quips, hiccuping slightly at the end of his sentence. “I mean that in the most endearing of ways, of course.”

Seungcheol grins. “Yeah, only Jihoon’s about a foot and a half shorter than Junhoe and looks like a squishy little bean. They’ve got the same kind of glare, though.”

“What’re you saying about my glare?” a voice grumbles from behind Junhoe. He turns to see a short young man with a shock of bright blonde hair, hoodie sleeves extending far past his hands.

“Just that it’s very menacing, Jihoonie,” Seungcheol says.

Jihoon rolls his eyes. “Sure, Cheol.”

“Get bored up there alone?” Seungcheol asks, beckoning for Jihoon to come and stand next to him. Jihoon acquiesces, dainty fingertips shaking past the sleeve cuffs to grab a bottle of coke from the open cooler.

“Not really. Just thirsty.” Jihoon unscrews the bottle and takes a swig. “What’re you guys talking about?”

“Nothing really.” Seungcheol shrugs. “Just people. Have you met Junhoe? He’s a business freshman.”

Jihoon raises a hand in acknowledgement. “Hey. I’m Jihoon. You probably won’t see me much ever, I’m studying music production.”

“Why are you here, then?” Junhoe asks.

Jihoon barks out a laugh. “Fuck if I know. Guess I’m just too fond of this idiot.”

Seungcheol palms the top of Jihoon’s head, ruffling the shorter’s hair. There’s something about the casual intimacy of it that makes Junhoe’s stomach twist a little bit as his eyes slide over to a certain someone standing beside them.

Maybe he’s staring a little too intently, because Donghyuk suddenly locks eyes with him. Let’s go? he mouths, tilting his head to the side.

Junhoe nods. He’s not really sure what else he’s supposed to do here.

“Hey, Cheol-hyung,” Donghyuk says, “was great seeing you.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you around campus, yeah? We should get lunch.”

“For sure.” Donghyuk bumps his fist against Seungcheol’s and gives a wave to Jihoon before he fills up his cup (again?) and walks over to Junhoe.

“Um. Yeah. See you guys. Nice to meet you.” Junhoe hates the sound of his own voice right now. Why is he so awkward?

“We should hang out sometime,” Seungcheol says. “You and me and Donghyuk-ah. Can talk classes and future plans and shit, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Junhoe echoes.

Jihoon’s lips are quirked up in a smirk that unsettles Junhoe a little bit, but he figures that might just be the guy’s face.

He doesn’t have much more time to dwell on it, though, because Donghyuk’s grabbed him by the wrist and is pulling him toward the living room. The bass is stronger here, dance beats ringing in Junhoe’s ears.

“Drink some more,” Donghyuk whispers into Junhoe’s ear. He almost recoils from the suddenness of it, feels compelled to do as Donghyuk says.

“Let’s dance, June-yah,” Donghyuk says. “I’ll even ask them to put on Michael Jackson for you.”

“Please don’t,” Junhoe ekes out, but allows himself to be pulled into the midst of the crowd. Donghyuk positions himself directly in front of Junhoe, far, far closer than he ever would be usually. Junhoe could count Donghyuk’s eyelashes individually, if he really wanted to.

Not that he really wants to. It’s just that Donghyuk’s really, really close to him, and he’s never really thought about how Donghyuk’s shampoo smells but it’s kind of nice.

Donghyuk grins, head tilting slightly to the side. “Let’s have fun, June-yah.”

It takes the rest of the cup and two songs for Junhoe to hit his stride, but eventually he realizes that everyone’s too drunk and no one gives enough of a fuck to care what he does - in fact, once he starts getting into it, people start cheering for him.

Ego bolstered, Junhoe lets a devious grin sneak its way onto his face as he moves dangerously close to Donghyuk, close enough that barely a piece of paper could fit between their bodies.

“So we’re doing this?” Donghyuk taunts, leaning forward and pressing himself flush against Junhoe. Junhoe feels the air leave his lungs, replaced immediately by fire as the firm line of Donghyuk’s body moves against Junhoe’s torso.

Donghyuk’s hard. Dimly, Junhoe realizes that he is, too. When did that even happen?

Junhoe lets the music tell his body what to do, rocking against Donghyuk’s with ever-increasing pressure. He’s not sure if he’s hallucinating when he hears a soft moan in his ear, slim fingers gripping his upper arm.

One song, three songs - Junhoe doesn’t know how long they’re out there. The only thing his mind registers is the warmth of Donghyuk against him and how weirdly good all this feels before there’s a firm grasp around his wrist and once again he finds himself pulled, this time out of the crowd and down a hall and into another room - someone’s bedroom. Donghyuk shuts the door behind them once Junhoe’s cleared the frame, then pins the taller up against it with surprising force.

“Tell me you want this,” Donghyuk whispers, his palms flat against the front of Junhoe’s grey t-shirt.

A thousand thoughts flicker through Junhoe’s head all at once, but the one at the forefront of his mind says to thread his fingers through Donghyuk’s hair at the back of his head and tilt his head back and press their lips together hard.

It’s all pressure and tongues and no finesse, but it stokes the fire building in Junhoe’s chest in all the right ways. Donghyuk presses his thigh at the junction of Junhoe’s legs, rocking against Junhoe’s hardness as he fumbles with his belt.

“God damn,” Donghyuk breathes once Junhoe finally pulls his lips away. He’s finally managed to undo his belt, shimmying his too-tight jeans down his thighs as Junhoe starts to take his own pants off. Donghyuk’s thighs are doing something to his mind that he doesn’t really understand but he’s absolutely not opposed to.

“Take my shirt off,” Donghyuk commands, and Junhoe swears because of course Donghyuk’s wearing a button-up.

“Can I rip it?”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Donghyuk growls, grabbing Junhoe by the front of his tee and maneuvering him down onto the mattress with strength Junhoe didn’t know the other had.

Donghyuk’s straddling Junhoe the moment the taller’s back hits the mattress, pressing their cocks against each other. It takes a herculean effort for Junhoe to pull his brain together enough to figure out how to undo buttons as a shiver of pleasure travels up his spine.

He gets about halfway through before Donghyuk gets fed up and yanks the rest of them open - Junhoe can hear at least one of the buttons hit the wall.

“What about not ripping your shirt?” Junhoe asks.

“Shut the fuck up and get to fucking me,” Donghyuk growls. Junhoe’s never really seen Donghyuk this feisty. He kind of likes it a lot.

“How--” Junhoe starts to ask, but cuts himself off as Donghyuk pushes himself off the bed to find his jeans, grumbling as he searches the pockets. His expression immediately morphs into one of glee as he pulls out two foil packets, tossing them in Junhoe’s direction.

“Huh,” Junhoe remarks.

“‘m always prepared,” Donghyuk laughs breathlessly.

“You were preparing to fuck?” Junhoe asks. To fuck who?

Donghyuk shrugs. “Maybe. What’s it to you?”

Junhoe doesn’t have him in it to reply, just reaches out to pull Donghyuk back on top of him. Donghyuk’s lips find his easily, tongue tracing the seam before he bites down. Junhoe moans, hands palming the curves of Donghyuk’s ass, pressing them together.

“Put those fingers to work,” Donghyuk commands, reaching for one of the packets and tearing it open. He flips himself down onto his back, legs spread, hard cock flush against his abdomen and leaking precum readily from the tip. Junhoe takes the packet from him, squeezing lube onto his fingers and tracing them around the rim of Donghyuk’s ass.

Junhoe’s no virgin - he knows what he’s doing as far as the mechanics of sex are involved, and he’s never felt the need to be particularly gentle with his partners unless they asked. But even in his altered mental state, he feels like there’s something different with Donghyuk, even as Donghyuk arches his back up to give Junhoe easier access. He moans as Junhoe’s fingers fill him, his own hand coming around to fist his own member.

“Just like that,” he breathes. “God, I knew I wanted those hands for a reason.”

Junhoe obliges, pushing in all the way to the knuckle. His own cock hangs neglected between his legs, but it’s barely on his mind - his brain consumed by Donghyuk spread out for him, begging for more, more Junhoe please fuck me.

Junhoe pulls his fingers out, grabbing a fistful of tissues from a box next to the bed before fumbling around for the condom. His hands skim over the blankets once, twice, three times before he finally finds it, ripping it own and rolling it over himself. He lets out a long sigh, the light pressure of his fingers down his length a welcome respite.

He settles himself between Donghyuk’s legs, pushing the head of his cock up against Donghyuk’s hole. Donghyuk pushes back against him, letting out the most sinful of sighs once Junhoe pushes himself inside.

“You feel so good,” Donghyuk whispers, wrapping his legs around Junhoe’s waist and pulling him in close. “So good.”

Junhoe rolls his hips, groaning at the sensation of Donghyuk’s walls around him. With the alcohol and the tension, he knows he’s not going to last long, and he feels like Donghyuk’s probably not going to, either.

He presses his lips to Donghyuk’s neck, sucking against the skin and biting down as he rocks into Donghyuk. Donghyuk pushes back against him, his ass smacking against Junhoe’s thighs loud and firm.

Donghyuk tilts his hips back, his eyes rolling back into his head as his mouth opens in a silent scream. His hips stutter - Junhoe grabs hold, pulling Donghyuk firm against him, flush to the base. A choked cry escapes Donghyuk’s throat as he cums, spurts of white dripping down his length to pool on his stomach.

Junhoe thrusts shallowly, his own orgasm building fast as Donghyuk’s body clenches around him. He bites down on Donghyuk’s shoulder as his release hits him, spilling inside the condom, his vision whiting out.

Junhoe doesn’t remember falling asleep, but he must have. Otherwise there’s no way he would have woken up.

His head pounds and his mouth tastes disgusting. He’s also got an arm thrown around someone and he’s not quite sure who.

He closes his eyes firmly, then opens them - spots dance around the edges of his vision as he gets used to the light. He spots a familiar head of tousled hair on the pillow beside him. Donghyuk’s mouth is slightly open, a hint of drool at the corner of his lips.

He looks perfect and Junhoe doesn’t know why he thinks that.

The door bangs open suddenly, startling Junhoe. Donghyuk starts beside him, bolting upright.

“Jesus, fuck,” someone’s grumbling. Junhoe has no idea who he is. “Someone really fucked in my bed?”

“Sorry,” Junhoe mumbles.

“Yeah, fuckin’ whatever, just get out of here, goddamn,” the guy grumbles. “Christ, this is why I didn’t want Cheol hosting any parties.”

Junhoe and Donghyuk manage to stumble out of bed, clothes pulled on haphazardly. Junhoe can only find one sock and it looks like Donghyuk’s going commando, but both of them shuffle out in about ten seconds and neither of them can look the guy in the eye.

“Sorry,” Junhoe says again as they leave. He gets no response.

“God,” Donghyuk mutters as they lumber down the hall, “my head hurts like a bitch.”

“Mine too.”

The rest of the place isn’t in a much better state - there’s a handful of people passed out on the sofas and the floor, some in varying stages of undress. Junhoe’s pretty sure he recognizes a couple of his classmates, but opts not to say anything in favor of following Donghyuk to the front door.

They manage to find their shoes somehow. Junhoe yanks on his black Timberlands gracelessly while Donghyuk shoves his feet into his chukkas. Despite the noise, no one else wakes up.

Junhoe opens the door after a few tries, squinting as light seeps through the cracks between the door and the frame. He and Donghyuk slip out as quietly as they can, closing the door behind them.

Once they’re in the hallway, a weird silence falls upon them. Junhoe doesn’t know what to say. To be fair, he’s not really sure if there’s a lot he’s mentally able to string together at the moment, but even if there was, he’s still pretty sure it would come out wrong.

“That was nice,” Donghyuk finally says.

“Nice,” Junhoe echoes. That’s one way to put it.

“I don’t know about you,” Donghyuk hedges, “but I wouldn’t mind doing this again. If you wanted. Minus the alcohol. If you want.”

“If I want.” Why can’t Junhoe find anything to say?

There’s a small smile on Donghyuk’s face that looks like it’s just on the verge of falling. Junhoe doesn’t want that to happen.

“Um. I want. I mean, yeah. Let’s do this again.”

Donghyuk laughs. “Let’s talk about this when our heads aren’t trying to kill us. But I’ll see you Monday?”

“Yeah. Monday.”

Donghyuk’s just about to turn around when a sudden urge comes over Junhoe - he can’t explain why, but he closes the distance between the two of them and presses a soft, brief kiss to Donghyuk’s forehead.

It’s over in an instant, Junhoe stepping back to where he had been. He’s not sure if that was the right thing to do.

If the smile on Donghyuk’s face is any indicator, through, then it definitely was.

Donghyuk waves, turning around and walking down the hall. The hazy, early-morning sun filters through the window, making everything look vaguely dream-like.

Junhoe’s honestly half-thinking this is all a dream as he walks down the hall in the other direction.

He just really hopes it wasn’t.

um. so. this is super rough unreviewed nonsense and also i haven’t written smut in literal years. lemme know what you think tho HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

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[171222] Nell Official 2017 Photobook Fan Q&A (translation)

1. You are about to reach your 20th anniversary.. What do you think when you see fans maturing(!) together with you? Do you have any questions for the fans? Jongwan: Standing tickets or seated tickets, what’s better? Jaekyung: Though it’s intimate, since we only meet in concert halls, sometimes it feels a bit surreal^^ We can’t meet often but I’m always happy and grateful to see you… - A question for the fans / Why do you like Nell…? Junghoon: I’m always thankful. And I feel a sense of kinship with you since we’re maturing together. And of course happy that we’ve been able to be together for this long through music.

2. What part of the chicken do you guys like the best? Jongwan: Wings Jaekyung: Hahahaha / Wings vs tenderloin Junghoon: For chicken, wings are the way to go.

3. Please introduce your individual instruments! I want to organize Nell’s room. Please check any incorrect entries. Jongwan: I think they’re too many to introduce; when we record we use about 13 different guitars and 12 different synthesizers. Jaekyung: If I were to introduce the ones we use for concerts only.. Fender stratocaster (lemon) - Jeff beck signature Fender stratocaster (red) - Greg tessler masterbuilt PRS-custom24 Suhr - Scott Henderson signature Gibson 355 - Standard Gibson 355 - Historic Gibson Lespaul 59 - Historic Schecter Telecaster - Lee Jaekyung Custom model (a gift from Schecter Japan~^^) James Tyler Telecaster - Mongoose Retro Gene Baker B3 - Humburker Gene Baker B3 - P90 Morgan Acoustic Guitar - Jumbo orchestra Taylor Guitar - 414CE Nylon Bogner Shiva amp 20th anniversary Nord stage2 88

4. What is ripped jeans to Jongwan wanja-nim? Jongwan: Clothes that would be okay even if they ripped even more.

5. Which instrument does Jongwan feel the coolest while playing? Wan is cute when playing the drums! Jongwan: Guitar

6. How do each of you deal with stress? Jongwan: Alcohol, sleep Jaekyung: Deep sleep or heavy exercise Junghoon: Movies, games, music, travel Jaewon: Alcohol, friends, parties

7. I’ve just come back to Korea after studying in Russia for 6 years. I learned that Russian people all enjoy rock music (I often saw grandmothers with Nickelback songs for their ringtone and grandfathers with AC/DC for their ringtones. Seriously…!). Do you have any plans to advance into Russia? Jongwan: Spasiba Jaekyung: We went with Seo Taiji to perform in Vladivostok in 2004, and I could feel how the country loves rock music. How much they like alcohol and how cold it is also suits Nell well k I’d like to try it if we get a chance. Junghoon: Any place where people listen to our music and we can perform would be good, of course. Russia go go.

8. Is there a Korean musician who you want to be like or respect? Also, is there a person who you look at and think ‘let’s not become like them’? For the last question I’m more curious about whether you have someone like that or not, not who it is. Jongwan: I respect Lee Seunghwan-nim / Way too many Junghoon: I respect all musicians who go forward playing their own music, whether they are seniors or juniors. As for the last question, we definitely do.

9. Do you have any plans on doing this (Q&A) regularly? Aren’t you curious about the fans’ thoughts? Jongwan: We have ‘plans’. Jaekyung: I think it’d be fun to do this in some shape or form every once in a while!

10. What electronics or instruments are you interested in recently? Jongwan: UNFAIRCHILD 670 M II Junghoon: Playstation VR / Rolan Gaia

11. What song would you like to play a cover of at least once? Jaekyung: Purple Rain - Prince (even though not doing it would be better) Jongwan: Hallelujah, Jeff Buckley version

12. Any songs you want to play as Jung Jaewon band? kk Jaekyung: Beat it - Michael Jackson (even though not doing it would be better) Junghoon: Celine Dion’s Power of Love Jongwan: Nessun Dorma

13. Can you recommend us a movie, exhibition, concert, book etc that you’ve enjoyed this year? Jongwan: I, Daniel Blake Jaewon: The movie Maudie Junghoon: Manchester by the Sea, and for concerts Depeche Mode

14. If you could transcend time and space and meet one person in the whole world, who would it be? Jongwan: It’s not a person, but I’d like to see a huge dinosaur in real life. Junghoon: Rather than a meeting, I’d like to go to a Nirvana concert.

15. If you could give the fans anything (with no regards to cost, and it doesn’t need to be an object) what would it be? Jaekyung: Our unreleased songs (minus the bad ones k)

16. Jaekyung oppa, when you record entire concerts the file size must be insane, so how many external hard drives do you have? Do you have more Kumamon plushies or more external hard drives? Jaekyung: I have 5 hard drives. And I have 2 Kumamons that the fans gave to me k (the picture I uploaded on instagram was taken in a store hahaha)

17. Which out of your own songs are you the most pleased with? Jongwan: ‘What do you think’ Jaekyung: ‘Farewell’ Junghoon: ‘12 Seconds’ Jaewon: ‘12 Seconds’

18. If someone other than Jongwan hyung-nim were to take the role of vocalist in Nell, who would suit it the best? Jongwan: There’s no way.

19. Can you please show us the Selfish Love music video just one more time? Jongwan: No. Jaekyung: We can’t. Junghoon: How could we ever?

20. Jaekyung-nim, you know you’re good-looking, right? Jaekyung: Of course^^

21. I’m curious about your individual ways of overcoming painful experiences (alcohol and cigarettes, that’s no no, minus those two!) Jongwan: The thought that I would still have a hard time even if this didn’t happen. Jaekyung: If I can solve it then I do, and if I can’t then I do as much as I can, accept it and let time heal. Junghoon: I just keep thinking about it. Immerse myself in it. Then it will slowly start to get better.

22. If you only had one day left to live, how would you spend it? Jongwan: First I’d say goodbye to my family, then spend 8 hours in the studio before putting on a concert and finishing off with an afterparty with people I love. Jaekyung: I don’t know if there’s anything specific I’d want to do -- I think I’d listen to the songs we were unable to finish and then say my goodbyes. Junghoon: I’d be with my family. Jaewon: I’d watch the sunset by the ocean.

23. How come Junghoon has never once shown us a bass solo? And as you always use a pick instead of fingering (of course using a pick will sound better on some songs but), is there a reason for that? Junghoon: I will work hard.

24. How do you release everyday stress? Jongwan: Travel

25. What pictures do you use as your kakaotalk profile pictures and cover photos.. k (Jaekyung uses a cover photo of a street full of fallen leaves and no profile photo, Jaewon uses a picture from the movie Maudie)

26. I’m curious about the members’ favorite movies. Also, is there a movie that has influenced your music, like how you got your name from the movie Nell? Jongwan: Stay, Never let me go Junghoon: I like too many movies so it’s hard to choose, but Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind comes to mind. Jaewon: Lords of Dogtown, Stand By Me, Gilbert Grape

27. If you were a color, what would it be? And please tell us the reason as well. Jongwan: Grey Jaekyung: (picture of… the moon..?)

I love you. Junghoon: Me too.

28. Who cries the most out of the members? Jongwan: Me and Jaewon. Junghoon: Could be me. Jaewon: I don’t know who does the most, but Jaekyung cries the least.

29. Who do you think will get married next? Jongwan: Don’t

30. I’m sad because I can’t go to this year’s christmas concert, and I’m a 13-year fan who wishes to receive a signed CD at some point. I like you so much that I want to ask a question this badly. I love how pretty the album art is; do you decide on the design yourselves? Jongwan: We decide on the concept, the designer makes the art.

31. To. Jung Jaewon / Do you have other hobbies aside from surfing and skateboarding? Jaewon: Drawing, hiking.

32. To. NELL & SPACE BOHEMIAN / Who first coined the phrase ‘seubo-in’?? Do you like it? Jongwan: I like it. Junghoon: Was it Jongwan who used it first? I don’t know too well, but I like it.

33. Is there a singer you’d like to work with? Jaewon: The late Shin Haecheol-nim.

34. Chicken vs Pizza Jaekyung: Pizza Junghoon: Chicken Jongwan: Complete victory by the pizza

35. Jongwan oppa, I remember hearing you say on Nell’s Cruel Radio that you like to read. Please recommend me a good book. Jongwan: Blindness (José Saramago)

36. What’s the most memorable performance you’ve seen? Jaekyung: I’ve seen too many, but the ones that come to mind now are Black Sabbath in Korea, 1995 / Steve Vai in Korea, 1997 / Metallica in Korea, 1998 / Roger Waters in Korea, 2002 / Marilyn Manson in Korea, 2003 / Nine Inch Nails in Korea, 2007 / Björk in New York, 2012 / Paul McCartney in Korea, 2015 / Among those, Roger Waters’ (Pink Floyd) concert was the most memorable to me. / As for Nell, it’ll be this year’s December concert. ^^ Junghoon: That’s a difficult question. Off the top of my head, The Verve live in Japan. Their charisma was astounding.

37. Do you have any thoughts of letting us know the lyrics in the backmasked parts of your songs? Jongwan: No. Junghoon: I don’t think so.

38. Can you reveal the playlists you’ve been listening to recently? Jongwan: Currently listening to this year’s Christmas concert setlist. Jaewon: Elbow, Death Cab for Cutie.

39. What are each of your favorite foods?! Jaekyung: Galbi, lobster, soy marinated crab, (bigmac) Junghoon: Braised spicy chicken Jongwan: There’s too many. Beijing-style duck, steak, pasta, Pyongyang style cold noodles etc.

40. When will Jongwan oppa do a V app live in your house like you said you would? Junghoon: Did he say that? Jongwan: Soon.

41. Junghoon oppa, at some point you started recording the fans with your camcorder -- do you…watch those back..?? Also, you’re taking a lot of pictures with your film camera recently. Have you been influenced by Simz oppa to do that, or is there another reason? Please reveal a few cuts that you’re pleased with! Junghoon: I’ve seen all of them at least once. I edited some (of the videos) and posted them on social media. I was taking pictures with a digital camera using a filter to make the pictures look like they were taken with a film camera, and so I thought ‘if this is how it’ll turn out, I should buy an actual film camera’, so I did. I don’t know anything about photography so I’m just taking pictures with my P&S.

42. Please tell us a song you’re disappointed with from each album, or a song you don’t like, and the reason for your choices, please. Or an album you’re displeased with. Jongwan: Walk Through Me. I think we could give each song a more fitting sound if we were to record that album now. Junghoon: ‘Reflection of’, ‘Speechless’. At the end of the day, it’s a pity how they turned out. If we had been a bit more skilled at recording and writing, I think they could have turned into a little bit, or a lot better albums.

43. If you were to be reincarnated, what would you like to be born as? Jongwan: A dolphin living in a place no human has ever touched. Junghoon: Wonbin.

44. What do you think when you see your increasing amount of male fans? I’m a fanboy too, haha! Jongwan: It feels good. Jaekyung: It’s good to see. The sceaming (of the crowd) became thicker! I understand now!! Junghoon: It’s great.

45. When do you recruit workers for Space Bohemian? (My ultimate goal is to become an employee there… just wait…) Jongwan: 11AM~8PM

46. Do you use Logic (music editing software) or Pro Tools more? If you use both, which is better? Jongwan: We don’t use Logic, we use Cubase and Pro Tools. We use Cubase up until the recording, then change to Pro Tools for the final phase.

47. Junghoon-nim, please let us know what brand of sunglasses you wear! Junghoon: I wear several different ones, but my favorite is Karl Lagerfeldt.

48. I’m curious as to what you’re thinking about! Jongwan: It changes a lot. Jaekyung: I think most of what’s in my head goes into our albums! Junghoon: All kinds of tremendous desires.

49. What is Bori’s gender?! Junghoon: She’s a girl

50. Is Junghoon-nim’s Bori doing well? Do you have any plans to open a separate instagram account with just pictures of her? Junghoon: Yes, she’s doing well. I don’t think I’ll make another instagram account.

51. I’ll give you a multiple choice question. How long will you continue making music? A. Until I die / B. Until all I have left is the strength to hold a spoon / C. For 50 more years / D. Until our 70th debut anniversary Jaekyung: A Junghoon: A Jongwan: If possible, A.

52. Is it okay to ask for a signature if I see you on the street? It is okay to let you know I know who you are? I love you. Jaekyung: Yes. Junghoon: Please be our friend. Jongwan: We don’t go out a lot, so.

53. What are your favorite Coldplay / Muse songs? Any songs you intend to play live sometime? Jaekyung: Coldplay: Gravity / Muse: Exogenesis: Symphony part 3 Junghoon: Coldplay: True Love / Muse: Stockholm Syndrome

54. What’s your most used apps? Jongwan: Lotte cinema Jaekyung: Hi-Q recorder / Soundhound / Producer tools / Metronome / Boss tuner Junghoon: Naver cloud. Coupang. Jaewon: Navigation.

55. Tell us about a movie you’ve seen within the last 3 months that left a deep impression, whether it was good or bad. Junghoon: The Outlaws. “Do you know who I am?”

56. What’s your favorite time of day? Jongwan: 9PM~5AM. Jaekyung: One hour before the sun sets. Junghoon: The space between midnight and 4am. Jaewon: Just because the sun rises.

57. To Junghoon and Jaekyung: Who’s your Twice bias? Jaewon: Tzuyu.

58. To all: What’s your favorite cover of one of your songs? Jaekyung: Taeyeon’s Time Spent Walking Through Memories Jongwan: Kim Feel’s Time Spent Walking Through Memories. Jaewon: Time Spent Walking Through Memories.

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