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saturnznct · 1 year

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dad!taeyong | insta posts 2

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yellowsbuttercup · 2 years

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(warnings: yandere/psycho au, mentions of blood, possible murder, restraint, let me know if i missed out on anything!)

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Her feet led her to absolutely no destination in mind but she hoped she'd end up anywhere out of this hell of a mansion. She ran in a blistering speed in this endless hallway as her sweat dripped down the side of her face to leave droplets on the floor and her breath ragged. She takes a glance behind her and she saw no one, but her steps never stopped nor slowed down.

She looks down on her hands that were still restrained by the tight wraps of a thick rope. Too tight to see indents on her skin and the visible sign of her disrupted blood flow as her hands turned quite numb and paler than the rest of her.

There, a door was in sight which gave her a glimpse of hope until she had fallen over. Eyes closed as an instinct to open to her tied hands covered in glistening crimson blood. Fresh as it was to reveal a puddle of it. Heart beating rapidly, eyes widening in disgust and disbelief, suppressing a shriek to have herself still escape unannounced.

"Well, I see you've seen some evidences of my last victim. I told them to clean it up!" She gasps to herself upon hearing the voice. Left with no choice, she turns her head to attend to the owner of the voice who she despised him so much. But for him, it was a different story.

"What do you think you're doing, anyway? Escape? Oh that'd be absurd, my love!" He laughed but it soon went quiet when he calmed down. Oh but this silence, it was eerie and suffocating.

With the strength she had left, she stands up ashamed especially with how much she struggled to do so with her hands still tied up together. Her clothes were drenched in blood, the metallic scent taking over her system and it almost caused her to faint.

"Oh, stop with the bullshit Taeyong and let me go!" She cried, shoving her hands right in front of her face but he remained unfazed. Still recovering from the run she just had, her sweat drips to mix with a tear drop that fell to mix with the red puddle beneath her.

"And why would I do that?" He pouted mockingly, leaning down to her eye's level as he stepped closer, tilting his head as well for the cherry on top.

"You psycho-"

"Psycho? Oh baby, I'm no psycho." Taeyong scoffed as he rolled his eyes. He met eyes with his victim, grinning before bringing his hand up. From the past events that she had seen his hand up like that, she flinched and instantly turned the other way. Feeling a soft caress on her cheek, delicate yet there was no romance felt. Only terror. Soft yet could cut like a knife and scar her forever.

"I just...love you so much. But indeed, you do drive me crazy."

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doderyscoffee · 2 years

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pairing: lee taeyong x fem!reader (oc) genre&au(s): fluff, horror(?), crush, store owner!au warning(s): death, grief, mourning, mentions of a ghost (not descriptive) length: 0.3k words

[2:13 pm]— best friend!Taeyong’s fingers barely caressed the guitar strings, filling the empty store with noise. The notes were out of tune and I couldn’t remember when the instrument was last tuned. Nobody knew how to play the damn thing, so Grandpa had taken it out of the living room and told me to take it to the store and put it on display, where it had yet to catch the eye of any of his customers.

“How old is this?” Taeyong asked, taking it off its stand with the utmost care.

“Beats me,” I said, digging through a box of books.

After Grandma had passed, Grandpa had shoved all her belongings in cardboard boxes and brought them to the store. Now, I supposed I should stock the shelves with his signature sweaters, but I couldn’t bring myself to put a pretty price tag on everything he left behind.

“No one has played it in years.”

Taeyong sat on the window sill with bold, red letters spelling out “Sale” over his head. “May I?”

I shrugged. “Go for it.”

He cleared his throat and strummed a few notes, wincing when they didn’t sound like they should’ve. “What should I play?”

“Anything.”

“Okay.” He smiled. “This is for you, Y/N.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Leave it to Lee Taeyong to find a way to brighten the mood.

“She’s far away from me,” he began to sing. “I don’t know what I’m do—”

There was a crash from somewhere near the back of the store and Taeyong paused. He met my eyes and nodded. We cautiously crept towards the noise and my jaw dropped when I saw him.

“Grandpa?”

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hwaflms · 25 days

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𐙚˙⋆.˚ nct 127 as 1d songs!

‧₊˚ 💭 ✩彡 , , 0.69k, fluff + slight suggestive + slight angst, just lil snippets of you and 127 with one direction songs, not my usual writing style, TELL ME UR FAV 1D TRACKS

♡ taeil . . . last first kiss

rainy days, soft smiles and soft kisses, nicknames, casual dates, putting away groceries, taking photos of things to show each other later, promises, painting dates, secret handshakes, prolonged stares, drawing each other, approving photos to post, kisses on the top of your head, karaoke nights, trying street food together, song recommendations, deep questions, laughing over some soju, denial and hesitation, splashing each other with wet hands

♡ taeyong . . . little things

LONG showers, buying clothes for you, matching jewellery, folders in your galleries for each other, perfume, long talks over tea, words of affirmation, flowers, crying in front of each other, wine nights, slow dancing, sending you reminders to eat, falling asleep over call, learning ukulele together, staying-in days, holding hands 99.99999% of the time, corny jokes, bike rides, playing video games, cutting fruit for each other, naps while it's raining outside

♡ johnny . . . she's not afraid

secret movie dates, drive-thru mcdonald’s, tight dresses, tousled hair, long video calls, subtle lock screens, orange-scented soap, sneaking out at night, drunken confessions, the two of you together in the background of every photo, watching scary shows, kissing in the dark, running, texting while in the same room, lying in his arms, windy nights, knowing each others favourite songs, screenshots, hushed whispers, road trips, dancing in the kitchen

♡ yuta . . . perfect

parties at 1 am, hailing taxis, long sloppy kisses, tucking hair behind each others ears, red bull cans, blasting music in the car, ice cream runs, eye contact, skinny dipping, cheap hotels, playing pool, texting late at night, beach walks, wind blowing in your face, meeting in secret, italian restaurants, thin cigarettes, messy sheets and hair, windows all the way down, knowing smiles, wearing his shirt at home, soft gasps, motel pools, cherry lip balm, getting tattoos together, getting kicked out of parties

♡ doyoung . . . half a heart

soft sweaters, missed calls, buying his detergent, matching rings, soft wispy clouds, two different kinds of juices in your fridge, puddles, picnic dates, mixed up socks, never deleting photos, the first text after an argument, books with notes in them, walks by the river, watching a show together, conversations in the dark, spontaneous coffee meet-ups, naming plants, museum visits, drives in the rain, saving memes about each other, empty lockets

♡ jaehyun . . . no control

stargazing, drinking on rooftops, meeting at parties, red cups, pool nights, lipstick stains, the smell of his perfume, oversized clothing, driving fast when the roads are empty, voice messages, morning kisses, private playlists, tinted taxis, looking for each other in a room, holding your hair back, strong coffee, silk pillowcases, clothes on the floor, selfies on each others phones, muffled moans, drunk tattoos, pinching his cheeks

♡ jungwoo . . . 18

amusement park dates, walks at night, letters on beige paper, photo booth pictures, ugly keychains, playing on the seesaw when the playgrounds empty, passing notes, keeping said notes, bracelets, having each other as your lock screen, messy beds, lists of baby names, knowing each other's favourite songs, extra toothbrushes, shampoo bottles, yearbook cutouts, shoebox filled with letters and trinkets, holding pinkies, random texts throughout the day, talking to his mom on the phone, long calls

♡ mark . . . i want to write you a song

pure innocent love, cafe dates, warm hugs, board games and hot chocolate, writing songs for you, sharing clothes, pecks while smiling, cookie recipes, said cookies ending up burnt, karaoke nights, acoustic guitars, writing desks, cheek kisses, grocery shopping, badly taken polaroids, long walks, late night conversations, photo albums, beanies when it's cold, holding hands under the table, wearing his glasses, breakfast in bed, bouquets, scarfs, walks along the sand

♡ haechan . . . temporary fix

stolen glances, smokey rooms, making out in the back of a taxi, moonlight, hair flying in the wind, playing footsie under the table, jealousy, talking on the phone late at night, eyes meeting across the room, drunken kisses, sitting on his lap, lots of 'are you awake?' texts, vodka sours, mirrored lense sunglasses, dyeing each other's hair, locking doors, lips on your neck, avoiding questions, stupid contact names, waking up in his clothes, empty wine bottles, bright sunsets, 10+ tiktoks and memes every morning, voice notes of him singing

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blue-jisungs · 3 months

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bf!taeyong texts

author’s note. my dudes i love this man so much im actually obsessed ?!

masterlist <3

taglist. @l3visbby ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @planetkiimchi ,, @dazzlingligth ,, @w3bqrl ,, @eternalgyu ,, @haecien

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neochan · 1 year

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( 3:08 am ) ♡ bf!taeyong, cunnilingus + edging.

his jaw aches but he isn't done.

the sounds pouring from your parted lips are better than any scrap of music he could ever make. in fact, this should be recorded, played over and over again, but only for his ears.

the way his name falls from your lips, like the sweet sin of infinite, carnate desire. it pushes him to keep going, keep tasting the honey pouring from between your thighs like syrup on his tongue.

two fingers toy with you, teasingly pushing shallowly in, igniting the spark in your tummy, right before he pulls them out, dimming the fire and ripping an orgasm away from you.

you sigh in frustration, hands gripping the sheets beneath you, "tae, please."

his head peaks up from between your shaking legs, "please what baby?" pearly teeth twinkle when he smiles up at you.

"s-stop stopping."

"hm?" he licks a stripe over pussy, sending you into another moaning mess.

"need to finish, please."

without warning, both of his fingers push all the way into your soaked cunt, leaving you to buck up.

"sing my name while you cum on my fingers, okay?" he whispers, leveling his mouth with you and igniting the fire for what felt like the thousandth time.

#taeyong smut #nct taeyong smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut #taeyong x reader #nct taeyong x reader #taeyong drabbles #nct 127 taeyong smut #lee taeyong smut #nct drabble #nct timestamps

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doiefy · 5 months

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nct 127 as cursed college profs

very partially based on stupid shit i've had the pleasure and misfortune of seeing in my own classes. happy finals season girlies </3 i rise from my casket of inactivity to bring you the shit post i wrote on the subway on the way to an exam. whose class do you think you'd survive?

cw: cynical college humour because i'm coping, adult humour

taeil: not even that old, but barely knows how to use technology. spends the first 15 minutes of lectures trying to figure out zoom, then the rest of the time poorly explaining quantum mechanics from a textbook written 20 years ago. trips down the stairs two days into the semester and goes on medical leave, only to be spotted on vacation a week later. no one even gives him shit for it.

johnny: originally the cool, chill prof who occasionally went out for drinks with his classes, until he realized he was cool and tried to get even more hip with the kids. now he uses bad memes in his slides and films tiktoks in his lab. the number of students who ask to get drinks with him significantly boosts his ego, but no one tells him they’re doing it just to cross “drinking with a prof” off the frosh bingo card.

taeyong: the sweetest, loveliest, kindest soul you will ever meet—except he’s only taught twice in his life, just got put in as a replacement for a prof who tripped down the stairs, and gives you the most god-awful final exam known to man. he’s also stressed out (on your behalf) at any given moment, to the point where he just passes everyone with an 80 and calls it a day.

yuta: the hip, fashionable prof who only serves looks and random commentaries on society in the middle of his lectures. undergrads fight to the death to join his research group, but the ones who make it eventually realize he spends most of his time partying with the department’s money. yet still, groundbreaking work comes out of his lab every year…

doyoung: retired from research a few years ago to teach full time, but not a single person knows why. he may offer the clearest, live-saving explanations in his lectures—but he constantly looks like he wants to go home and will decimate your entire existence with a single look if you ask anything about the syllabus two weeks into the semester.

jaehyun: the hot single prof. every single freshman girlie has a sickening, concerning, fanfic-esque crush on him. some go as far as nearly failing his class and then booking office hours with him before finals, only to find out that he’s been using Doyoung’s teaching material for years, without credit. he is very much horrendous at teaching on his own. and very much gay.

jungwoo: wanted to go into early childhood education, somehow got coerced into doing his masters, then his phd, then post doc, then— still fulfills his dreams by treating his students like kindergarteners. this includes gentle parenting of frat boys who won’t shut the fuck up during class, handing out healthy vegan treats, and encouraging “mindful moments” while you write the hardest exam he has ever administered.

mark: refuses to teach because he doesn’t think any of the kids will take him seriously, is forced to anyways by the department. as a prodigy so fucking removed from what it’s like to be stupid, he ends all his quantum lectures with “this is pretty straightforward,” and books it back to his lab on an electric skateboard. yes he built it himself. no he won't let you try and ride it.

haechan: shares an office with mark and spends most of his free time figuring out which organic compounds he can mix together to perfectly recreate the texture and smell of cum. if he doesn’t show up to class, it’s because he’s terrorizing pigeons on the street for science. shows gruesome videos of explosions and chemical fires for a chemical safety lecture. has had the fire alarm pulled on him at least twice.

#nct #nct 127 #nct texts #nct imagines #nct fanfic #nct scenarios #nct timestamps #nct blurbs #nct dream #taeil #johnny #taeyong #yuta #doyoung #jaehyun #jungwoo #mark #haechan #shitpost

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3raaaachachacha · 1 year

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11:02 pm

Lee Mark x female reader / 443 words / fluff / suggestive

Warnings: mentions of nudity, making out, oral female receiving, mentions of alcohol

Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact

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Mark and you weren’t one to let things get this heated since everything was still quite new for you, yet today, after a few drinks, time seemed to cave in and suddenly, his body was very close to yours. His breath was like an intoxicating drug on your neck that sent shivers down your spine. His body was so close to yours, yet not close enough as his hands caressed your sides before spinning you around and pushing you against the wall. One of his hands was placed firmly on your waist and the other was holding him up against the wall. His eyes glistened with neediness as his Adam’s apple moved while gulping.

You felt intoxicated by his scent like you couldn’t breathe as you searched for his eyes. Once serious now a smirk, plastered across his face as his tongue swiped over his bottom lip.

“You have no idea how badly I want to kiss you right now,” He whispered in your ear as the hand on your waist squeezed slightly.

Mark pulled you to the bed as he carefully slid your dress straps down your arms so that he could have more access to your skin. You shivered at the sensation of his hands traveling down your spine to unclasp your bra. He slid it off with ease and for the first time, you are left exposed and vulnerable in front of him.

“You’re okay with this right?” He asked with a hint of concern once he noticed your change of demeanor.

You hummed while gazing up at him, “Yes, I'm okay, this is okay,” You spoke softly, feeling your cheeks heat up from the alcohol flowing through your veins.

Mark couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at your cute state before he dipped his head down to kiss the curve of your breasts. You moaned out in content as his tongue flicked over your sensitive nipple. Your eyes shutting automatically at the feeling of his tongue working its magic.

It definitely felt weird, but a good kind of weird. You were usually reserved and shy, but Mark made you feel like you could be yourself without having to change. You moved your hand to grip his blonde locks once you felt him sucking harshly on your flesh in several parts of your chest.

“You look like a work of art baby,” He chuckled against your skin as you couldn’t help but giggle softly from his comment, shying away from his eyes. Mark took a hold of your hands as he placed himself on top of you, "Relax for me baby, just let me do all the work tonight."

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- Admin 🌶️

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multifandom-re-write-01 · 6 months

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A/N: This was from my previous re-write blog; I found it lowkey kinda cute so wanted to post it here again before I delete the other re-write blog lol

[9:10pm]

Baby fever. Nari swore she was feeling baby fever as soon as 127 met their small fan, Mali (technically, he was Mark's fan, and 127 was Mali's fan, but specifics didn't matter).

Nair smiled and cooed along with the others, laughing and cheering at whatever Mali shyly mentioned to them or showed. She could tell everyone was smitten with this young boy - including herself.

"Do you want to be an NCT member?" Nari heard one of the members ask Mali. The boy nodded in reply.

"No, no, no," Haechan and Yuta denied. "It's dangerous."

It's dangerous...

Nari felt her heart break at the members' words, spotting the hidden worry and fear in their expressions at the thought of Mali becoming a member - or an idol in general.

She pursed her lips at the sight. She knew what they were thinking of; they were thinking of what she and other members went through from pre-debut until now...

The pressure she received from the staff to become the best of the best, the expectations they had on her because her parents were well-known business people, the hate from the public thinking they were going to flop, haters, sasaeng incidents, the mistreatment she and others would get from the few staff - she understood why the members said no to Mali becoming a member.

While most of them were distracted by hanging out with their young fan, Nari stood in between Haechan and Yuta, looping her arms through each of theirs while pressing a chaste kiss on their bicep. They didn't need any verbal words from her. They knew what Nari was trying to express.

After their fans left, Nari turned to the two again. "You okay?" she asked them.

"Yeah, we're okay," Haechan smiled small, giving her a side hug while Yuta clasped his hands in hers.

"It's just a bit sad how most of our fans don't understand how serious and hard it is to be an idol, the dangers you can get into," Yuta added, squeezing her hands lightly.

"I'm okay, guys. We're okay," she assured them, outing their hidden worry. "I'm going to be fine, you know why? Because I have you all with me, and I'm not going to shut you all out like I did before, I'll be open about my struggles."

"I know, and we're glad," Yuta grinned, leaning down to press a light kiss to her forehead. "Still, you're my best friend, I'm gonna worry about you. Just like how everyone is going to worry about one another."

"Yeah, of course, I'm going to worry over my Noona!" Haechan whined, trapping her in his hold so he could nuzzle his head on top of hers with a pout. Nari laughed at the slightly ticklish feeling from the nuzzle, instinctively shying away from it to no avail. Haechan tightened his arms around her so he could kiss the top of her head happily. Only then, did he let go of her.

"Understandable," she nodded, beaming at the two proudly. "I can't believe how mature the two of you became. And it was so cute to see you worry and care about Mali, that adorable boy."

"Is this what I think I'm hearing?" Haechan gasped dramatically. Before Nari could utter her confusion, the 127 maknae turned to Taeyong. "Hyung! Noona wants a baby!"

"Lee Donghyuck!" Nari yelped, red flushing through her face at her hidden desire.

Taeyong choked on the water he was drinking from across the room.

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ljxlj48 · 1 year

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[20:35] “I can’t,” you said in a shaky voice, tears rolling down your cheeks. You took the knife to your own heart, twisting it further. “I want to, but I can’t do this anymore,” you whispered, you had never felt so ashamed of yourself before tonight.

“I’ll quit and you’ll never have to do this anymore,” Taeyong said, standing on the opposite side of the hotel room, facing you. As tears rolled down his own cheeks.

You shook your head, “no, this is your dream.” You looked away, not being able to handle seeing Taeyong in so much pain like this.

“Y/n, please, you’re more important to me than the boys t-…”

“Stop,” you cut Taeyong off. If you let him say anymore, you wouldn’t leave tonight. “Don’t, don’t say that, you know it’s not true.” You pulled off the necklace Taeyong had gifted you for your one year anniversary, “I’m sorry.” You dropped the necklace into Taeyong’s palm before walking out of the hotel room, bag in hand.

You hated that you weren’t strong enough to endure this. When Taeyong invited you on tour with him, you thought it would be great. It would be an amazing way to spend time together. You had racked up enough vacation days to be gone for a whole month. However after the first week of being on tour, you realized this wasn’t gonna be as great as you thought.

Nevertheless you pushed on. You went to all his concerts, you seen amazing sites, you ate amazing food. Then there was the pictures, the rumors, the online abuse, the mental toll. A saesang had found out what floor Taeyong was staying on, and took a picture of the two of you returning to the room. From there the amount of hate you got online was overbearing, and then anytime you went to an NCT event, you got more hate.

The final straw was when you were staying in the hotel room alone, because you didn’t want to go out anymore, and a saesang broke into the room. You finally had it, you were done. You couldn’t handle it anymore and you hated yourself even more for not being able to handle it. You hated that Taeyong was willing to give it all up for you, but you couldn't handle it long enough for him.

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saturnznct · 2 years

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➸ note; wrote this just because i felt like it lol,, ALSO my laptop broke the other night (absolutely devastated ngl) and i took it to the apple store and i’m going to have to replace it😭 so as of now i only have my phone to type up and post things on. i don’t think this should slow anything down in terms of writing! however, i was in the process of redoing the format of past posts. i was working through my masterlist, and made it up to mark, so all the posts for members after him will look a bit weird until i manage to sort everything out, as my phone doesn’t let me edit posts for some reason?? so if layout or anything looks weird i’m sorry!

➸ word count; 576 words

➸ eunbi; aged 3

nct masterlist

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Taeyong’s eyes burn in the blue light of the computer screen. He’s been awake for hours, his inspiration usually strikes this late. He’s been throwing around ideas and been messing with the production programme, trying to come up with something tangible. NCT 127’s comeback preparations were well underway, and Taeyong was so immersed in his task that he didn’t even notice Eunbi open the door behind him and toddle in. At least not until she approaches the armrest of his chair, clutching her little pink blanket in one hand, rubbing her eyes with the other.

‘Oh hey little one,’ Taeyong smiles, lifting her up by her armpits and placing her on his lap.

She snuggles into him immediately, head nestling into his neck.

‘You ok Bee?’ He asks, brushing her hair with his fingers.

‘Can’t sleep daddy,’ she whispers, clearly tired but unable to drift off.

‘Ah poor baby,’ Taeyong pouts, kissing her cheek, ‘how’d you know I’d be in here?’

‘You weren’t in your bed,’ she mumbles.

‘What was wrong with mummy/mommy?’ Taeyong laughs, knowing that you would’ve been there in your bed.

‘Wanted you,’ Eunbi mumbles, ‘and you were awake and mummy/mommy is asleep.’

‘Why can’t you sleep?’

‘I don’t know,’ she shakes her head, ‘just awake.’

‘Yeah, sometimes that happens Bee,’ Taeyong wraps her blanket around her.

‘What are you doing?’ She asks, turning her attention to the computer screen.

‘Making songs,’ Taeyong explains, ‘wanna hear it?’

‘Yeah!’ Eunbi chirps.

Taeyong plays what he has for her, much to her delight.

‘I like it daddy,’ she smiles, ‘sounds good.’

‘You think? Good enough for daddy’s new album?’

‘Yeah definitely,’ she grins, ‘you sing it with uncles.’

Taeyong laughs, ‘yeah I will do angel.’

Taeyong then turns his attention away from his work, and to his daughter. She’s still so tiny, like a mirror image of himself. She’s slowly growing more independent, not needing him anymore, being able to brush her own teeth and ride a little stabilised bike. He wished he could freeze time. So that she would be like this, stay in his arms forever. But he knew eventually she would grow bigger, gain even more independence, and not need him to put her to bed or get her dressed anymore. Taeyong dreads the day, so whenever he has these moments he hugs her just a little bit tighter.

Eunbi yawns.

‘You getting tired Bee?’ Taeyong asks, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

She nods, eyes already heavy.

‘Wanna go to bed?’

She nods again, turning in his arms to get more comfortable.

‘Ok Bee,’ Taeyong slowly and gently wheels his chair back, carefully standing up and walking out towards Eunbi’s bedroom, careful not to move too much and wake her up.

‘Goodnight Bee,’ Taeyong lays her in her toddler bed, ‘I love you.’

‘Love you too dada,’ she mumbles.

Taeyong makes sure her nightlight is on and her window is closed, and then leaves the door open a crack.

He suddenly feels a sudden wave of his own fatigue, and decides to turn in for the night. He saves his work and closes down his computer, ready to crawl into your warm bed with you.

You shuffle around when you feel the bed dip beside you, into Taeyong’s arms.

‘Hi,’ he murmurs, ‘just me. Bee’s asleep.’

‘Get much work done?’ you mumble back.

‘Yeah, all approved by Eunbi.’

You giggle, ‘night Tae. Love you.’

‘I love you too, good night.’

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 10 months

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[10:57 pm]

(cw: angst, mentions of receiving hate and threats, no happy ending) (I also have no knowledge of being an idol, I’m a 23 year old teenage latina, I doubt this is accurate)

“I can’t do this anymore,” you sobbed, wiping away at your tears.

Taeyong’s head snapped up, looking at you with teary eyes, “Please don’t tell me you mean us.”

You nodded, trembling hands going up to muffle your sobs. Everything was awful, your perfect little bubble was popped with one stupid slip up. You were both usually so careful about being out in public together, only going out at night, dark clothes, masks, and hats to disguise who you both were. You had both decided that after a year of publicly sneaking around maybe you could finally have dinner together. Wrong, so, so, so wrong. A “fan” had taken both your pictures and someone else must have tipped off Dispatch because the next morning you had woken up to pictures of yours and Taeyong’s faces plastered on every site you clicked on and countless calls from your manager.

The meeting with your company had been disheartening. Even though you had let them know about your relationship months ago, everything had now fallen on your shoulders. You were bringing a bad look to your group and tarnishing your own reputation. It was at least a little hopeful when they told you they’d put out a statement and this would all blow over soon. It felt even more awful sitting beside your manager while she got her own earful for allowing you to sneak off as if she were completely responsible for your own actions. You had apologized profusely after the meeting, begging for her forgiveness. She of course forgave you, but it didn’t ease the pit in your stomach.

Two weeks had passed and you were still under under scrutiny. Scrolling through your instagram, every single post had hate comments that were vicious and heartless. Even your group’s page contained the same comments and threats. You had apologized to your members, promising that it was never your intention to have anything like this happen. They understood, some being in their own relationships and reassured you that everything would work out. Again, it didn’t do anything to ease the guilt and anxiety you felt with the mess your love-filled relationship had become.

Your guilt only grew, learning that your comeback would have to be held off because of all the backlash against the group. You could comeback and risk having your worst public reception yet, or comeback and not be given opportunities to promote anywhere. You had even overheard a few managers from another group from your company talking about how the company shares had taken a very noticeable drop after the news came out. The pit in your stomach only grew at that news.

“Taeyong, nothing good has come from us being exposed to the public. I can’t open any apps because all I see is hate, my members are bombarded with hate too, and we can’t comeback so we don’t make money. I heard them talking about the threats they were getting,” you paused as your voice cracked, “The stocks at the company have taken a hit from this too! All this is my fault!”

“It’s my fault too, but we can’t give up on this- on us. I’ll talk to my manager and we can get the company lawyers involved,” Taeyong tried, reaching for your hand.

“You’re not getting hate like I am Taeyong, you still get to make your comeback and make appearances because no one will assume that my senior is dating me to get his name out. You can keep living your dream, but if I double down this can be all over for me and everyone I work with. My manager almost got fired over this, Taeyong. I’ve known her since I was 15 and she’s the closest this I have to family besides my members this far away from home. I’ve almost ruined people’s livelihoods over this news,” you cried with your head in your hands.

“But we know that’s not what this is, please, my love. Don’t give up on me.”

“It’s not like I want to Taeyong! My manager will get in touch with yours so a statement can be made about us splitting up,” you decided, wiping away your tears as you stood up and left his dorm before he could protest any further.

It was the hardest decision you ever had to make. Nobody understood you like Taeyong. There was no one in the world who could get you like he could, simply because he had gone through the same things you had, he understood the busy schedules, the constant change in time zones, the shoots, the promotions, living with your group members. Unfortunately, that also meant he understood the consequences that could come from both of you becoming public. You had both seen so many peers experience the same thing, and chose to ignore that when it came to the two of you since there wasn’t any plan for you to go public any time soon. It obviously didn’t work out like either of you wanted.

You were about to step out the door, when Taeyong’s voice rang out, “I love you, is that not enough for you? You don’t even want to fight for us? Please, just tell me you love me back.”

“I can’t just think of myself here, It’s beyond me Taeyong- beyond us. I will not put my needs and wants before a team of people, I can’t do that,” You replied, wiping away your stream of tears. “I do love you, but that can’t be enough.”

It was over and it felt so heartbreaking and awful. You loved Taeyong with all your heart, but you had worked so hard to get where you were, where your group was. You couldn’t risk all your hard work and the work of your team going down the drain because you chose to be selfish. In an ideal world, you could live your dream and have your love, but it didn’t always work like that.

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theficblog · 1 year

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[9:56 am]

LEE TAEYONG

Genre: Fluff + Dad Taeyong

Wordcount: 429

Warnings: None

"You know what to do when someone is mean to you, right?" Taeyong knelt down to match Ari's height and cupped her face. The little girl nodded with the big round eyes that she inherited from her father.

"If you miss us too much, you can ask your teacher to make a call, hmm?" He pressed his lips against her forehead, fixing her tiny pigtails.

He was dressed in a plain white shirt and denim jeans, purposely to match his daughter's uniform as he hung a glittery dora the explorer backpack with a map keychain plushie, which was obviously too small to fit him.

The other tiny toddlers weren't much different either; nearly all of them were clutching at their parents, some of them were already weeping, and a few courageous babies were too giddy to make new friends. It was the first day of playschool.

"Taeyong, she's going to be late on her first day!" For the seventh time in about two minutes, you reminded him.

"Where is Mama's Hug, Ari?" As your daughter ran into your arms, you clapped for her.

"Say bye Dadda!" To get her to wave at Taeyong, you took her hand in yours. He would never let her go if it were up to him.

"Bye baby!" He was on the verge of crying as he got up from his knees, he kissed her head again.

Ari took little steps as you handed her the tiny bag, in a matter of seconds she was off and racing happily in the direction of her school. You watched her with a smile of pride, unlike Taeyong.

He had tears in his eyes, as though it was his first day. His nose and ears were visibly red.

You put your arm around his shoulder, "She's going to be okay."

Taeyong's eyes were still glued to the small human he had helped create, "How is she so grown up already?" he asked with a puff of voice.

"She's just three." You muttered. "She'll return in about two hours, too."

"Someday she's going to graduate from high school." He kept talking. "What if she is too stressed?" He gave your face an anxious glance.

"That's not how it goes, baby." You reassured.

"I remember when the doctors gave her to me like it was yesterday." He wiped his tears away with the sleeve of his shirt.

"Oh no, it looks like I have two babies to take care of!" He responded with a bashful smile after you gushed and pinched his flushed face.

Taeyong loved his daughter too much.

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babbymochiiii · 15 days

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[ 04:03 pm ]

a/n: i’m in a writing slump rn and i’m in a phantom of the opera phase again…so this is here to help me get out of my slump :P

you danced in graceful circles around the ballroom floor. you felt yourself get lost with the music being played around you, and the members of the ton.

with one last turn with your current partner, you spin yourself into the next gentleman in the circle. As you placed your hands into the right position, and fully came to look at his face, a quiet gasp leaves your lips.

“what are you doing here?” you whispered, as you looked around the dance floor to see if anyone noticed the man you are with.

“i wanted to see you.” he said with a gentle smile on his masked face.

“but you know you can’t! you will be found!” you cried out lowly, as you started look for a quick exit for the two of you.

“and? can i not see my lover?” he questions as he gives you a smirk.

“phantom please…” you plead as you continued to spin around the dance floor. you looked around, trying to make sure that no one noticed him yet. “please head my warning.”

“i cannot be apart from you!” he said as he felt himself starting to become frustrated with you.

a small cry leaves your lips, as you take hold of his gloved hand and started to make haste towards the exit of the ball.

whispers from the ton comes in a tidal wave towards you, causing you to quicken your footsteps to a place you knew no one would follow the two of you.

as you entered a hidden away room, you pulled the masked man inside of the room and hastily closing the door behind you.

“why did you appear! you know my father can’t know about you…about us.” you whispered at the end as you looked towards him with tears brimming in your eyes.

“my angel…i haven’t seen you in months.” he said gently as he moved towards you, placing his gloved hands on your face. “i was worried about you…about what happened.”

“father was furious to find us in such a…such a scandal. he says a young woman shouldn’t be alone with a man, much more of a man that is not a member of the ton.” you cried, letting the tears you were holding back flow down.

“my sweet angel…you don’t need to listen to your father when you know what we have is true love.” he said to you softly as he pulled you into his embrace.

you cry harder knowing what he says is true. as you went to nuzzle your face more into his chest, you felt him step away from you entirely.

you looked up towards him and it’s blurry vision, and the look on his face was hard to read.

“pham—“

“runaway with me.” he says as he looks at you determination burning behind his eyes.

“what?”

“runaway with me, my angel.” he says as he extends a gloved hand towards you.

you felt your chest rise and fall in rapid intakes. it felt as if the corset underneath your ballgown was squeezing you in a vise grip to make you fixate.

you looked at his awaiting hand, and without much thought you placed your hand in his. “take me away my love.” you said as you looked at the man in front of you.

he gently pulled you into his embrace once again, and took hold of you chin making you look up at him. exchanging a smile between the two of you, before he leaned down, and placed a tender kiss on your lips that only held silent promises between the two of you.

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blue-jisungs · 5 months

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[ 8:44pm ] sitting in comfortable silence, accompanied by the sound of your boyfriend’s soft breathing and the calming music in the game when a sudden gasp ripping out of you made him jolt.

“you scared me” taeyong chuckled, your head that was resting on his chest shaking because of his moving body

“what do you mean i scared you? you stole my carrots” you grunted, looking at the mini farm you had on your island.

taeyong went suspiciously quiet, only tom nook’s silly talking filling the silence.

“dumbass” you grunted, causing you two to start giggling again.

“sorry. i’ll send you some flowers in return” your boyfriend hummed and placed a tender kiss atop your hair. leaning more onto him, you nodded and continued chasing after his character.

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nakakitty · 11 months

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[01:10 am] - Taeyong

Um clique.

Um flash.

O barulho da polaroid revelando a foto instantânea em meio ao silêncio daquela noite.

O início de uma madrugada estrelada ao lado do homem que ama.

Ele te entrega a foto recém tirada. Tudo em silêncio. Palavras não são necessárias o tempo todo quando se trata de você e sua companhia.

Olha para o relógio no pulso. 01:10, a hora que você nasceu.

Já deveria estar em casa, seu pai não gosta de ver sua única filha com um fotógrafo qualquer que conheceu em uma esquina do bairro.

Seu pai o odeia.

Você o ama.

"Todo amor é possível. Se for fácil demais, não é épico", Taeyong disse.

"E o nosso amor é...?", esperou a resposta.

"Épico, como se tivesse saído de um livro de romance em que no início a gente sente aquela ansiedade, o medo de que o casal não fique junto e no final tem o felizes para sempre."

Em silêncio, você toma o rosto dele em mãos. Se perde no olhar profundo. Suspira.

Você o beija.

"Eu também te amo", ele responde. Não são necessárias palavras, ele sempre sabe o que você quer dizer.

Deitaram-se na grama novamente. Se abraçaram. Se beijaram. Se amaram a noite toda e vão se amar pra sempre.

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