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Jisung x Reader, 0.3k, humour, no warnings.
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“Out of the kitchen, Jisung.”
The boy in question gaped at you. “But I haven’t touched anything?”
“I don’t care. Out.”
He sighed as he raised his hands in surrender and backed away from the counter. It’s not that you didn’t trust him to not burn the house down… actually, you didn’t trust him at all to not burn the house down. The boiling water incident was enough make you nervous any time he neared the stone, never mind the time that Mark had tried to teach him how to make scrambled eggs. At this point, you would have to start carrying a fire extinguisher with you if he was going to be walking hazard.
“You know, I’m really not that bad at cooking anymore,” he said defensively. “That was the old Jisung. The new one knows how to make rice and ramen.”
You snorted. “Yeah, using the rice cooker and instant ramen that you can microwave.”
“Hey, we all start somewhere. Don’t judge me for it.”
“Nice try, kiddo, but no.”
From the living room, Chenle started laughing at his friend’s misfortune. “I told him that you would kick him out the second he walked in, but he didn’t believe me!”
“You should listen to him more often,” you told the younger boy, who narrowed his eyes at you.
“And you should listen to me when I tell you that the whole house doesn’t need to hear you getting it on my older brother all the time. Keep it down, god.”
“I-wh-” you sputtered. “Jisung!”
Chenle’s laughter grew louder as your face heated up, the overwhelming need to bury yourself into a hole increasing with every passing second.
“What’s going on here?”
You stared at Jisung with a mortified expression, who only grinned at his apparent victory as Jeno walked into the kitchen. Motioning with your hands that you were going to strangle him, the younger boy dashed out of your reach and towards Chenle for safety. Jeno’s eyes followed his brother’s figure, then turned back to you, visibly confused.
“It’s nothing,” you muttered as you tried to will the embarrassment away.
warning(s): none (please let me know if there are any!)
as sam kim’s where’s my money blasts in the background, your focus is on one specific individual only.
his pale platinum-brownish locks is dispersed away from his eyes, unlocking a view to his sharp set of coloured contacts. taking the strands of hair to the side, he plays with it until he’s satisfied.
you can’t help but be hyper fixated on him.
when he notices your gaze, he careens his head. “eh? what are you looking at, y/n?”
blinking, you shake yourself out of that stupor, offering him a soft smile. “i was looking at the tree behind you.”
chenle snickers, knowing full well how you are lying straight through your teeth. there is no tree. “mhm, stop daydreaming. come on, we have to finish this last cut.”
at the mention, much like a reminder, reality seems bleaker. there are constraints on the time that is limited to the both of you. sooner or later, this project will have to end.
the grin on your face loosens, making chenle feel slightly bad. “don’t worry about it, y/n. it’ll be okay.” he scratches the back of his neck, not knowing how to properly comfort you.
but just his presence and support is enough.
you let him take your hand, towing you along to the set. instructions are shouted and people are running around, readying themselves for the last session of the day.
adjusting your top, you turn to fix his’ too. with a glow, the photographer snaps a picture.
“that was a good improv shot, y/n! chenle, your expression is perfect!”
“keep it up, guys! you’re both doing great.”
chenle reaches his hesitant fingers up, brushing a thread of hair over your ear. his orbs drink in your appearance, marvelled by the cute scrunch of your nose.
“that’s what we’re looking for! perfect!”
blushing, much to your embarrassment; at least your crimson cheeks are concealed by the makeup.
the model next to you seems to adore the way you panic. his eyes crinkling into a bright twinkle, a genuine, tender laugh frees from his chest.
the iridescence in chenle’s eyes attracts you deeper into a trance. with clear admiration, you observe your reflection in his dazzling orbs.
unexpectedly, he pulls you closer to him. laying your head against his torso, he skims his fingers through your hair. his delicate hold, fragile touch emotes his fondness for you.
“wow, it looks intimate, chenle. phenomenal job!”
chenle and you had been contracted to work on this project, boosting both your careers into further limelight.
though, somehow along the way, you both managed to learn how to confide in one another.
as you can see, how would you be able to not be affected by him? in the way he thinks, speaks, and believes in the world.
merits come naturally to him — artistry and musicality are just a few — uprooted by firm morals and a strong work ethic.
how could one not fall for him?
then, suddenly, everything is overwhelming. his gentle smile triggers a shy reaction from you. curling inwards, you hide your face from chenle. a faint giggle rifts past his lips.
and you still can’t believe it —
feeling a little more confident, chenle leans closer to you. by your ear he whispers something only you can hear. “can we announce that we’re official soon? i can’t wait any longer.”
taglist: @kyuwoyo @jaeminpeachy @fullsunfluff @oifelixcmerebrou @koishua @bluejaem @bluejaem-rbs @stayctday @treasuretaeil @blossomnct + please send an ask or comment if you’d like to be added!
a/n: please ignore the fact that i had posted this a few weeks ago and tumblr completely messed up the quality 😭
Pairing: Renjun x Reader
Genre: College AU, romance, angst, fluff
Warnings: Strong language, fist fight, a character has Covid-19
Word Count: 5.2k
Navigation: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | You are on Part 9
A/N: So proud of the boys for breaking records with Hot Sauce 🥺💛
Also, Eid Mubarak to all who celebrate!
Renjun is ashamed to be surprised, but his friends remain true to their word.
That night, Renjun slept for what he’s sure was a good fourteen hours. Because by the time he woke, it was way in the afternoon. Jaemin was already back from his shift and Jeno was almost halfway through his. Jisung had insisted that Renjun get some more rest before he had to take over. It was a tiny bit disconcerting to have Jisung hovering over him the entire day to make sure he was eating and feeling okay, but Renjun had to admit–this was exactly what he needed. He didn’t like who he was when he was alone.
The boys had apparently even created a dedicated group chat where they would post updates and a list of things that were required at the hospital. Not that there was much required, anyway. But the boys would make sure that at the very least, Renjun’s mom had fresh clothes and home cooked food everyday while she couldn’t get out herself. Jaemin had even taken Renjun’s phone and gotten it fixed so he at least had a proper screen instead of a cracked one.
♡ looking back on your last new year’s eve party with mark, you realise it’s not about what he says to you, but how he makes you feel, that really matters
pairing: best friend!mark x reader
genre: fluff, college!au, party!au
word count: 1.3K
a/n: this is something i wrote no joke about seven years ago and am reposting on my tumblr :) hence why it isn’t really up to standard but i didn’t wanna have to rewrite the whole thing lol // tagging @nct-writers
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With each sip you took of the clear, colourless liquid, you felt your soul slip closer and closer to the warm embrace of temporary rest. The transparent drink swirled around your cup hypnotically, enticing you to “one more sip, one more sip!” It distressed you that this poison was so easily presented in a colourful plastic cup, and if one was not careful, had absolute control over a person’s mind.
The people around you screamed at each other over the headache-inducing, bassy, electronic music. Teenagers danced around the room, pressing their sweaty bodies closer as they jumped to the music. The party had been going on for awhile, so the stale stench of sweat stained the air. A tall girl, much older than yourself, was handing out bottles of beer to everyone, but the bitter, burning taste of straight vodka lingering in your mouth forced you to decline her offer.
As you headed out to the backyard, the music faded slightly and the pounding in your temples dulled. Stepping over the body of a poor young girl who clearly couldn’t handle her alcohol, you headed to the furthest possible place from the house you could find. There was an overwhelming whiff of vomit and smoke in the air, but you didn’t mind - at least you could get away from all your drunk classmates.
New Year’s Eve is a memorable time for everyone. It is a night where you can just let loose because, after all, you survived another year. It is a night where everyone feels on top of the world. And the parties! You’d been going to New Year’s Eve parties since your early teens, although New Year’s Eve last year was slightly different - it was the first time you hadn’t seen the New Year’s through surrounded by drunk teenagers. It’s a memory you will never forget.
37 minutes to midnight.
Pulling out your phone, you desperately searched for something to distract yourself from the trainwreck this party had become. You noticed a male figure exit from the house and pause as he scanned the backyard. A few moments later, the figure sauntered towards your position against the back fence, a happy twinkle in his eye. As he approached, you observed the familiar tidy black hair, child-like dimples, and a wide smile that you knew was reserved for only you.
“What are you doing out here by yourself?” He questioned in his silvery voice once he was in talking distance. “You’re at a party, Y/N, you should be socializing!”
➞ SUMMARY | “renjun fell in love with the sea, even if he has never seen it in his life.”
↳ PAIRING | prince!huang renjun x gn!reader.
↳ WORD COUNT | 1.6k words.
↳ GENRE | fantasy!au.
↳ TW | mentions of the sea. mentions of drowning.
➞ A/N | i decided to adapt this writing (find the original here) for renjun because,,, idk, i think this concept fits him well (and i love that pic of him so i just HAD to use it) KDKSJ. anyways! feedback is always welcomed and very much appreciated!! i fell in love with this drabble so i hope you like it as much as i do. without further ado, enjoy! (this is not proofread)
REQUESTED: Can I request something 👉👈 anything with hanahaki disease will do 🥰😌
It started as a dull ache in your chest. You paid no mind to it for weeks, until finally caving and going to see your doctor when it turned sharper. The starting of hanahaki disease, she said. What?, you laughed off. It couldn't be. The trained professional made a mistake. You were in a happy relationship with your boyfriend, had been for over a year! No one else even came near to catching your eye besides him. You did not have hanahaki disease.
You couldn't.
Absolutely improbable.
"How did your appointment go?" Jaemin asked, eating a piece of steak and chasing it down with his drink.
You shrugged, pushing your food around. Jaemin noticed, setting his fork down to hold your hand in his. The feeling of his thumb rubbing the back of your hand usually comforted you, but not this time. To your horror, the feeling of bile rising to the back of your throat accompanied his touch. Quickly, you jumped from the table and rushed down the hallway to the bathroom, bumping off the wall in your hurry.
Hunched over the toilet, tears escaped your eyes as you threw up. Fear coursed through you as you stared down at the single purple hyacinth sitting atop the toilet, stained red with your blood.
"Baby? Are you okay?" The knock on the door startled you, your eyes flying away from the toilet to the door you had subconsciously closed and locked.
As if you were hiding something.
Was it your fault? Had you unintentionally fallen in love with someone else? You wanted to curl into a ball on the cold bathroom floor and cry.
"I'm okay," you said shakily, clearing your sore throat when your voice caught, freshening your cheeks with more tears. "I must've ate something bad at lunch."
Jaemin hesitated. "...Okay. Do you want some water? Anything?"
You stifled a sob behind your hand. "Yeah, some water would be nice. I'm just gonna take a bath and then go to bed."
"Okay baby. I'll get your water and clean up the kitchen."
"Thank you."
Once his footsteps faded, you collapsed fully to the floor, empty cries shaking your body.
You kept the news about your new disease to yourself. Jaemin knew something was up, you could feel his eyes following you in concern every time you were in the same room together.
“Are you pregnant?”
You startled at the sudden question. “What? What makes you think I would I be pregnant?”
“You’re always rushing off to the bathroom to throw up lately. Is it morning sickness?” You averted your eyes to the counter after retrieving the cup you’d come to the kitchen to get. “Are you afraid I don’t want kids?” he asked.
You had to huff a laugh at that. Jaemin wanted kids, if you were pregnant you knew he’d be more than thrilled. “I’m not pregnant Jaemin. I’m… not sure what’s wrong with me,” you lied. I have another doctors appointment tomorrow though.”
Jaemin nodded, coming up behind you to pull your back into his chest. “I hope they can figure out what’s going on,” he whispered into your neck.
“It’s progressively getting worse. I’d say you have half a year.”
You stared in shock at your doctor, hoping she was joking. Not a single bit of mirth was present on her face.
“But how can this be?!” you exclaimed, finally at your breaking point. “I’ve been with my boyfriend for almost two years now, I love him!”
The pity on the doctor’s eyes almost had you seeing red. “…Is there a chance he could be cheating on you?”
“Never!” you exclaimed, chest tight. Tears sprung to your eyes. Jaemin was beyond loyal, he would never!
“You know… it happens more than you think. Unintentionally falling in love with someone else. Some don’t even notice, still holding affection for the partner they’re already with,” she explained gently.
“No way,” you denied, shaking your head as you fell into tears. “No way.”
No way.
You repeated it in your head, over and over, like a mantra. You just wanted to go home and curl into bed and sleep this whole nightmare away. But stepping through the door, you were met with the once comforting smell of your apartment, the smell of Jaemin lingering everywhere. Now, it just sent another wave of nausea and you raced to the room you were most acquainted with recently.
Denial had been your best friend through the whole thing. But denial would work no longer when you accompanied Jaemin to a work party a couple weeks after your doctor’s visit.
Managing not having to rush to the bathroom to throw your insides up for a while now, you stayed clung to Jaemin’s arm as he made rounds around the room.
Thirsty for the first time that night, you left to retrieve drinks for both of you. You took your time; coughing flowers into the toilet multiple times a day really exhausted one more than you’d think. Your lethargy played a role in the small collision you had had with another person, half of one drink spilling on the floor and splashing your shoes.
“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!” the man exclaimed, quickly grabbing your arms to keep you balanced. You smiled tiredly at him.
“No, it’s my fault, I’m sorry.”
“Not at all! I should really watch where I’m going. I… haven’t seen you before. Do you know someone who works here or…?”
“Oh,” you lightly laughed. “My boyfriend works here.”
The stranger’s eyebrows went up. “Really. Lucky man.” Your gut turned sour at what he thought was a compliment. “Well, I’ll see you around!” And he was gone. You remained there though, staring down at the small puddle of juice until a server walked by and you could inform them of the small mess.
One refill later, you set out to find your partner in the crowd of unfamiliar faces. For once, your chest didn’t stir uncomfortably at the sight of Jaemin. That realization alone was almost enough to send you over the moon. Maybe the past three months had all been a mistake. You even felt warm as his face brightened for your arrival back to his side.
Until you realized, it wasn’t for you. You stopped dead, watching as a pretty woman made her way to your boyfriend, the same happy look on her face as his. She lightly grabbed his forearms with her slender fingers, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. The same coworkers that had been with Jaemin when you left to get the drinks didn’t even blink an eye, telling you everything you needed to know.
Vaguely, you could feel more juice splash onto your ankles, feel the glass bounce off your skin.
But really, all you remember is the cold swing door against your uncomfortably hot hand.
The cold, grouted tile under your knees.
And there, in the bowl of the toilet: a dozen bloodied hyacinths.
pairing: stranger!renjun x gn!reader | genre: angst | word count: 353
You couldn't help but stare at the stranger in your summer art class. He sat across the table from you, and he was gorgeous.
He had the deepest brown eyes you'd ever seen, which sparkled with mischief when he smiled and caused butterflies in your stomach when he glanced at you.
He had a beautiful smile, his top canines slightly crooked, but the imperfection seemed to suit him perfectly. He lit up the whole room when he smiled, and you couldn't find the power to look away.
You were absolutely in love with his laugh. The way he threw his head back and laughed — really laughed, not just a small chuckle — made you feel so comfortable. You were so amazed that he could laugh so loudly and so strongly without feeling embarrassed, and you found yourself giggling along with him more times than you realised.
He had introduced himself as Renjun on the first day of class, extending out his hand for you to shake, a spark running up your arm at the touch. You found out watercolour painting was his favourite — he loved how the paint seemed to have a mind of its own as it swirled along his paper.
When you were tasked to paint a portrait, there was only one person beautiful enough you wanted to capture in an artwork, although you could argue that he was already artwork himself. You studied the lines of his face every lesson, making sure you didn't get a single feature wrong. The art teacher came along and stated it was the prettiest portrait she'd seen in a long time.
At the end of the term, as your art class was finishing, you intended to talk to Renjun — to ask for his number and whether he wanted to catch up outside of class. You packed up your equipment and when you looked back up, he had left.
You tried to search him up online, but there was no trace of him. You pinned the portrait you'd painted to your wall, the only remnant of the stranger who had stolen your heart that one summer.
synopsis | running a youtube channel with your best friend isn’t easy, not when he’s like a ticking time bomb that’s constantly bubbling up something new. what’s worse is that you’ve had a crush on him for the past three years.
warnings (not all included in teaser) | swearing, suggestive, sexual innuendos/jokes, a few descriptions of food, mentions of covid-19 and quarantine, some personal negativity
projected word count | 13k+ (teaser: 2k)
expected release date | 6 june 2021 est
taglist | @ukiyoneo
notes from vee | hi, welcome to my blog and thanks for taking the time to read this post at that. i’ve finished one of the most important exams i’ve ever taken in my life and i decided, why not celebrate that ending by releasing a teaser to a fic i’ve been dying to share? this is one entire snippet of the fic in entirety and it may or may not be mildly inspired (read: absolutely 100% inspired) by the way brooke (@lebrookestore but tumblr doesn’t do the justice of tagging her) and i dm each other. also!!! just a brief introduction that this entire fic takes place during the corona age! meaning there are mentions of masks and covid and etc., no character gets it but just a psa for mentions! also, i did mention that hyuck and y/n are roommates, but they also live with mark and jaemin in this fic! :) anyway, please enjoy and let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist!
iii. we bought matching leather jackets!
“Hello and welcome back to doing dumb shit with Y/N and Haechan!” You announce cheerily as you press down on the record button, settling the camera in front of your seat to capture Donghyuck in the driver’s seat as well. He looks half wasted—if that was even possible—with his hair absolutely tousled and his lips just a bit swollen from earlier sleep, but he waves to the device at your voice. At the sight of him, you reach over to fix his hair, patting his head softly as you finish.
He watches you with parted lips as you take charge with the usual introduction, clapping your hands in excitement as you urge everyone to subscribe to the channel. Your eyes seem to shine more than usual—perhaps because today’s video was 100% your idea, not his, Renjun’s, or even Mark’s—with the light reflecting from them making it very easy for him to grow addicted to your look. Your look? You weren’t wearing anything grand, just a hoodie and sweatpants to keep you warm, but it appears like much more against your skin.
“—and well, Mark and I used to come here a lot around like junior year in uni, so I thought I’d visit by again.” You continue on, glancing over at your friend as he hurls back into reality. “Plus I convinced Haechan to come with me so we could pick out something together. You know, like a couple sort of thing? But for best friends.”
Your smile radiates when you face him, and he nearly loses his breath. Best friendship charms were a thing of a past—maybe perhaps expressed through matching ice cream necklaces that spell out ‘BFF’ in mellow yellow and bright pink, or small custom-made keychains that have names written in cursive hearts—something that children in elementary school treasured for years. Donghyuck doesn’t remember ever having matching blue neckties with Mark Lee, or matching knitted socks with Huang Renjun, but he also doesn’t resist when you explain your plan for the day. If anything, he’d love to match with you.
“Most of the clothing here is handmade and really good quality too. I think the jacket I bought for Jun as a gift like two years ago is still in pretty good shape.” You explain, gesturing towards the shop entrance as if the device was pointing that way. “Anyway! I’ll link the store’s website in the description below as well as Renjun’s channel! You guys should definitely check—”
Your heart gives away as Donghyuck reaches an arm over your shoulders, quietly resting his hand on your arm before squeezing it gently in acknowledgment. He shoots you a questioning look as you stumble over your words, raising an eyebrow as if to ask ‘what’s wrong?’ You only shake your head in return, trying to calm down the intense beats, and proceed.
“Uh,” you smile lightly, having forgotten what you were going on about. “Well, yeah! Let’s go now!”
The interior of the store smells strongly of cologne when you immediately enter—and it throws you off for a bit—making you hum at the scent. The scent is almost addictive in a way that makes you want to enter the shop further and explore everything it has in store for you. Donghyuck notices your reaction, chuckling under his breath before snatching the camera from your hands.
“It smells like good cologne in here,” he mentions, keeping his voice low in respect to the non-existent other customers. “And you guys already know Y/N gets addicted to that shit, right? Yeah, she’d marry anything that wears cologne.”
“Stop overreacting,” you say, curling your fingers into his shirt and tugging him towards a specific section of the store. His eyes fall upon racks filled with dark colored leather jackets, varying from black to blue to red. Turning the camera towards you, he follows you as you stroll down the aisle in intrigue.
After a few more steps, you turn around abruptly to face your best friend, holding out your hands. Even though the dark mask covers your excited expression, he can still imagine you glowing in his head.
Mark x Reader, 0.4k, angst, college/university!AU, mentions of alcohol, partying, swearing.
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Oh, shit.
You suddenly turned around, your heart pounding as you looked for Mark amidst the crowd. The house was filled with people you didn’t recognize, but that was to be expected at a Nu Chi Theta frat party. Loud music, people already wasted and staggering around, the couples making out in the stairwell, endless bottles of alcohol lying around on tables and counters — all perfectly normal. Not that it was your scene, but you’d been dragged here by a friend and now she was gone, leaving you with the one person you knew you could trust.
The one person that you couldn’t seem to find at this exact moment when you needed him.
“Hey, you alright?”
Mark’s voice sounded from behind, startling you as you let out a relieved sigh. He was dressed in a casual hoodie and a pair of jeans, his necklace peeking out from under the fabric. Neither overdressed or underdressed, but just right.
“Jeno’s here,” you told him frantically.
His eyes widened. “Those guys showed up? I thought they were banned from coming here.”
“You live here, Mark. Shouldn’t you know these things?
“Actually, Taeyong runs the place, not me. If you want an updated list of rules, go talk to him.”
Checking behind your shoulder, you noticed the all-too-familiar blonde hair of your ex-boyfriend, his eyes meeting yours as you quickly looked away.
“Mark, I need you to do something for me.”
He frowned. “Whatever it is, I don’t like it already.”
“Just trust me,” you pleaded. “Please?”
Sighing, he nodded, only to let out a surprised sound when your hands cupped his cheeks and your lips landed on his. They were slightly chapped, but soft for the most part as you silently begged him to play along, feeling him get the message as his hand wrapped around your lower back and his lips pressed harder against yours. It wasn’t until you pulled away that you noticed his flushed expression, his eyes filled with questions that you didn’t feel like answering right now. Looking back to Jeno, you saw the way his jaw tensed at the sight before being dragged away by his friends and disappearing into another room.
“I think it worked,” you said.
“Were you trying to make him jealous?” Mark asked, his voice a little quieter.
“Jaemin told me that he was still hung up on me, so I had to do something to force him to move on. Anyways, do you want a drink? My cup’s a little empty right now.”
He shook his head, watching you turn away from him and head to the kitchen, trying to ignore the way his heart thumped loudly in his chest. The kiss meant nothing, he told himself. It was just part of a plan, don’t overthink it.
But there was something in him that knew he was lying.
7Dream, 0.5k, humour, swearing.
A little birthday drabble for our favourite smiley boy, Lee Jeno.
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“Hey, um, where did we put the balloons again?”
Renjun sighed. “That’s the third time you’ve asked me in the span of five minutes, Jisung.”
“I know, I’m sorry,” the younger boy said quickly, raising his hands in surrender. “It’s just that Donghyuck keeps moving them and I don’t know where they are.”
“Tell him to stop moving them then. Wait, I’ll tell him myself actually.”
There was a pause before the shouting began.
“Lee Donghyuck, stop moving the fucking balloons!”
“I didn’t fucking touch them!”
“That’s not what Jisung said!”
“Jisung’s a fat liar then!”
“Hey,” interrupted Jaemin. “Stop being mean to the baby.”
Jisung frowned. “I’m literally two years younger, hello?”
“You’re still a baby,” said Chenle, who was scrolling through his phone on the couch, a pair of sunglasses resting atop his head.
“It’s not like you’re any better,” Jisung grumbled.
“Aren’t you supposed to be helping?” questioned Renjun with a raised eyebrow.
Chenle shrugged. “I already got the cake. My job’s done.”
“Where is it?”
“In the fridge.”
“Mark? Do you see the cake?”
“I don’t see it,” shouted the oldest boy from the kitchen. “Are you sure it’s here?”
“It should be more towards the back. Jeno knows the layout of the fridge too well, so I had to hide it,” Chenle explained.
“I still can’t-oh, never mind, found it.”
“Mark, where are the balloons?” asked Donghyuck.
“Uh, I don’t know. I thought you were in charge of them” he replied, peeking his head through the doorway to look into the living room, a confused expression on his face.
“Does anyone know where the balloons are?” said Jaemin. “Actually, did we even buy them?”
Everyone went silent as they looked at each other. Renjun was the first to point a finger.
“See? I fucking told you that we were missing something!”
“You said you got them!” shouted Donghyuck. “I asked you in the store and you pointed to the cart!”
“It was never my job to get them in the first place! I was in charge of getting the snacks, not the decorations.”
“Okay, so who was responsible for them, huh?”
“Actually,” Jaemin said quietly. “I don’t even know if I put them on the list.”
Chaos exploded. Donghyuck and Renjun began yelling simultaneously at Jaemin, who cowered in fear as the older boys descended upon him. Mark ran over from the kitchen to calm the two down, his voice drowned out by the shouting. Jisung was watching with wide eyes and his hands covering his ears, while Chenle was dying of laughter on the couch, his hands shaking as he tried to record everything. At one point, the argument shifted to just Donghyuck and Renjun, who began blaming each other for not remembering the most basic of birthday decorations. Jaemin, the poor boy, had retreated to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee, leaving Mark to deal with the fight. All the while, neither of them had noticed a very confused Jeno walking into the dorm.
“Why is there a pack of balloons on the stairs?” he asked Jaemin, who’d been startled by his sudden appearance. The younger boy gaped at the bag before his eyes flickered over to the chaos in the living room, Donghyuck and Renjun now having progressed to wrestling on the floor as Chenle’s laughter echoed loudly. He turned back to Jeno with a fearful look, his voice faint.
Jaemin x Reader, 0.3k, fluff, best friends to lovers, no warnings.
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“Jaemin!”
Poking his head out of the front door, you watched as your best friend raised an eyebrow at the sight of your figure standing in the rain, your clothes started to get drenched as you waved him over.
“Come here!” you called.
He shook his head. “Are you crazy? You’ll catch a cold.”
“I don’t care, just come here!”
Sighing, he disappeared quickly to slip on his shoes, then lifted the hood of his sweater as he jogged over to join you, sidestepping a puddle that had formed on the driveway.
“Okay,” he said, rubbing his hands together for warmth. “Now what?”
You grinned at him. “Kiss me.”
He stared. “I-what?”
“I said, kiss me.”
Jaemin’s eyes were wide as he looked around in panic. “We could literally get struck by lightning and you want to kiss in the goddamn rain?!”
“Absolutely,” you said.
Taking a deep breath, he hesitantly took a step closer and brought his hands up to cup your cheeks, brushing a soaked strand of hair aside. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes held a question — are you sure you want this?
You’d loved this boy for too long to say no.
Nodding, you let him press his lips against yours, relishing the way they seem to fit just right. You looped your arms around his neck, pulling your body closer to his as he smiled against your mouth. At that moment, you didn’t care that you would mostly have a cold for the next week and a half. You didn’t care that the sound of the thunder was increasing with every passing second. You didn’t care about anything because you were finally kissing your best friend after loving him for five years — always watching from the side, but never doing anything about your aching heart until now.
Jaemin pulled away slowly and rested his forehead against yours, the fabric of his hood brushing against your hair, his thumb running gently against your cheek. His body was warm against your colder one, the chill of the rain making you shiver as he chuckled quietly.
“Be mine?” he asked, the hope evident in his voice.
☆ best friends!nct dream are cowards and beg you to get rid of a bug in their bathroom. only, the situation you are greeted with is not exactly what you were expecting.
no pairing, dream are your best friends, humour, university!au
800 words
swearing and mentions of a knife
a/n: i can’t add a read more, i’m so sorry but it messes up the photos and makes the post even longer 😭 @ncteology @nct-writers
Rolling your eyes at Donghyuck’s unironic use of the emoji, you quickly typed off your response as you shuffled on your shoes. Making sure you had your house keys as well as a light coat, you headed out the door and grinned as Hyuck sent you back a vulgar image of him pulling the middle finger.
Sliding your phone into your back pocket, you started the short walk through the neighbourhood to your best friends’ dorm. You’d known Jeno for a couple of years after you met at a casual exercise group during high school, and he’d introduced you to his other friends, who in turn quickly became people who meant a lot to you. It wasn’t unusual at all for you to be hanging around at Dream’s dorm, watching movies together or helping Jeno attempt to cook for the rest of the boys. It was slightly surprising that they had begged you to come around to catch a bug for them, but unfortunately your house had an ant infestation a couple of years ago and you’d become a pro at the catching and disposal of six legged fiends.
In just under ten minutes you’d arrived at the boys’ dorm, and you mentally reminded yourself to make sure they bought you lunch for going out of your way and doing this for them. They should consider themselves lucky today was your free day from university. When you reached their door, you raised your hand to the wood and knocked once. The single thump resounded through the hallway and you had to hold in a laugh - the knock was short and sharp, but the boys knew if they heard that knock it was you at the door, and vice versa.
“Come in, Y/N,” replied a muffled voice - you couldn’t quite recognise who it was because their voice was low and shaky.
You opened the door and stepped through, expecting to be bombarded by Jisung or even Chenle directing you towards the spider, but the apartment was silent. As you walked through the house, you poked your head into the kitchen and the living room, anticipating the boys, but they were both empty. Strange, considering they’d asked you to come here to help them.
“Hello?” You called out, pausing in the lounge. You were just starting to suspect you were the victim of a random practical joke. You wouldn’t be surprised if Donghyuck and Renjun were the masterminds behind the plan.
“Y/N, I’m in the bathroom,” came the quiet reply from down the hallway. Your eyes widened in surprise as you realised you weren’t actually alone in the apartment at all, and you finally recognised that the voice belonged to your youngest friend.
“Jisung, what’s going on?” You asked as you made your way to where you knew the bathroom was, almost tripping over your feet in your attempt to come to a halting stop.
Crouched in the bathroom doorway, with his back facing you and his gaze locked on a spot you couldn’t quite locate further in the bathroom, was Jisung. When he heard your voice, Jisung managed to turn his face halfway, always keeping an eye on the spot near the sink. You started to take a step towards your friend when you noticed a glint of light coming from the object clutched tightly in his hands, and your mouth fell open as your eyebrows furrowed when you realised what he was holding.
Shaking your head, you put your phone down and went to the kitchen to find a glass and a piece of paper. Stepping past Jisung carefully, you spotted the spider lurking near the mirror above the sink and, fast as lightning, placed the cup over the insect. You slowly slid the paper under the cup and, once the spider was securely in it’s prison with no points of escape, you dumped it in the toilet and flushed the poor thing away.
The sound of the toilet seemed to snap Jisung out of his trance, and he dropped the knife with a loud clatter to the floor. He let out a loud breath of air, and a few seconds later the colour seemed to return to his face. “God, Y/N, you’re a lifesaver.”
Chuckling at his relief, you reached down and hauled Jisung off the floor, flashing him a smile as he stretched his long limbs, stiff from sitting on the ground for so long. “I’m a lifesaver, sure, and I also got the boys to buy us lunch every day for the next week,” you winked.
“It’s what they deserve,” Jisung agreed, “that’s their punishment for leaving me, the most chicken out of all of them, alone with that devil insect.”
Jisung grimaced, as if reliving the traumatising experience of watching the spider, and you smiled to yourself. There really was never a dull day when NCT Dream were around.
synopsis: the sunshine remains warm even in the cold, dark night.
genre: comfort flufff *cries*
word count: 1,433
taglist: @leoveandlust
a/n: this was super self indulgent omg... idk man... seeing hyuck drive in that teaser got me acting some type of way, why must he be so fine,, all seriousness, i’m proud of this ! go listen to the song below bc it’s v cute and matches w/ the fic !
‘warm (feat. mia)’ by dre’es
pink and orange hues paint the sky above you and your boyfriend in the moving vehicle. one of his hands on steering the wheel while the other is intertwined with yours, resting on your lap. it’s a beautiful day out. cruising in donghyuck’s red convertible that he boasts over almost as much as he brags about you to his friends.
the cool breeze of the beach hits your faces causing the exposure of your foreheads and squinting of your eyes. salt tinted smells fill your nostrils.
your boyfriend reaches over to raise the volume, the vibrations now intensifying. donghyuck squeezes your hand before rubbing his thumb against the skin softly, while his other hand taps against the wheel to the beat of the music. your feet tap to the music as well.
the view surrounding you is serene. calm waves that glisten underneath the sunset’s glow to your right. the love of your life enjoying the ride, smiling and singing along to the music with crinkles forming around his eyes, to your left. the lack of stars in the polluted sky are all found in donghyuck’s pure eyes.
“enjoying the view?” the boy yells over the loud music.
“sure am,” you yell back. “you always look good.”
donghyuck drops his head briefly as he laughs at your comment. “you don’t have to remind me, sweetheart.” he squeezes your hand again and sends you a wink.
you fail to bite a smile back so instead, you turn your direction to the ocean, paying close attention to the way waves crash against each other softly and sparkle as they reach farther up on the sand. your ears listen to the music closely, fully savoring it and the emotions it makes you feel.
complete tranquility is achieved in this moment. actually, any moment with donghyuck helps you feel peace despite his usual antics that he pulls (though, you secretly enjoy them).
“are we almost there?” you whine, dragging out the last word.
“yes,” donghyuck mocks your tone, tilting his head toward your direction. “gosh, always so impatient.” you only respond with a chuckle to his statement — he isn’t wrong but you wouldn’t dare to admit it.
you begin to frown since the sight of the water becomes smaller as donghyuck drives up a hill. it wasn’t long until he parked the car near the edge. he lowers down the music, “stay here.”
donghyuck quickly gets out of the car, shuffling his way around to your side and opens the door for you. the act makes your cheeks heat up profusely. he reaches over to undo your seatbelt, the scent of his vanilla body wash replaces the hint of salt water in the air. donghyuck stays put even after he’s done unbuckling your seat belt, keeping his face at a close proximity to yours.
so close that his warm breath reaches your lips; you have a clear view of his moles that form star constellations that are almost as beautiful as his love; you can see the way his eyes glisten the same way as did the waves. the boy’s hands grab a hold of your waist. softly, he placed a small kiss on your cheek before pulling you out the car with him.
a small gasp leaves you when you're met with a better view of the ocean. “like it?” donghyuck inquires behind you, leaning against the hood of his car while his hands caress every part of your body he could reach — your back, shoulders, waist, hips, and stomach — before slithering his arms around your waist and pulling you closer.
“it’s gorgeous,” you speak softly.
he giggles into your neck, breath tickling you but you don’t move away. “not as gorgeous as y-“
“oh my god, don’t say stuff like that!” you smack his hands that are resting on your stomach, laughing.
laughter erupts out of him, he comes back to resting his chin on your right shoulder. “you don’t love me,” he pouts against your neck while simultaneously poking your sides. “all i do and say are ‘cheesy’ stuff.”
you hum, “i guess you’re lucky i love you so much that i let it slide. most of the time.”
“let’s try to aim for all of the time,” he shoots you a wide smile and wiggles his eyebrows when you turn your head to look at him in ‘annoyance’ (but truly, it was truly out of fondness).
silence takes over between you both after your soft giggles and bickering come to a halt. the distant sounds of the waves and insects cricketing fill your ears. the night becomes near, the sun slowly disappears as the bright moon begins to rise into appearance.
your boyfriend begins to hum melodies, causing vibrations to rumble against your neck, and placing soft kisses on your skin in between different melodies. he mumbles sweet nothings into your ear as you two sway left to right, still attached to each other and seeming not to let go any time soon as donghyuck’s hold on you hasn’t loosened nor do you want it to.
donghyuck turns you around to face him. he smiles at the sight of you and how stunning you look standing in front of him with stars in your eyes and a soft smile he loves to see you wear. your arms reach up to wrap around his neck.
silently, you move closer to his face to kiss the mole on his right cheek, and the other near his nose, and the other sitting on his cheekbone, and lowering down to reach another mole, and even lower as your reach the ones just below his prominent jawline, then kissing the one on his adam’s apple which bobs up and down slightly. you move your head up and press your cheek against his to turn his face to the side so you can reach the last mole you need to kiss which is placed right on his jaw.
you pull away and he faces you again, still with the same smile he’s been wearing since you’ve started the drive here. he pecks your lips. “i’m so in love with you.” he mumbles against them, lips brushing against each other and your different flavors of chapstick combining.
“and as am i.” you lean closer to enclose the tiny gap between you two, finally taking in the fullness and velvet feeling of his heart-shaped lips.
the kiss remains smooth and slow. donghyuck’s fingers play with the waistband of your pants before slipping his hand underneath your shirt to cop a feel of your back that he loves to kiss right before bed and seconds after waking up in an effort to get you out of your slumber before he feels lonely. his hands remain on your mid-back, thumbs covered in cold metal rings move up and down causing shivers to run down your spine.
heads move side to side to deepen the blissful kiss. donghyuck kisses you harder and stays put to prolong the sensation before barely pulling away as your lips still touch each other.
words don’t need to be exchanged to know how much you both appreciate and love one another. the looks on your faces say it all. how donghyuck’s eyes have never left you since you’ve got here and the way they admire you and only you as if there isn’t a beautiful sea behind you. how you take your time focusing on every crevice and mark on each feature on the boy’s face as if you don’t see him enough already.
how painfully obvious you two are. you wouldn’t be able to hide the admiration you have toward the boy staring at you even if you tried your hardest to.
being in love with donghyuck gave ‘warmth’ a new feeling. it’s defined with how safe and secure you are with just his presence in the same room as you, how he manages to make every negative feeling dissipate with one stupid joke, how he can make you forget about your problems and worries the second he pulls you in for a cuddle, and so much more.
you move your head to rest on his shoulder, snuggling into his neck, and he tightens his hold around you. he continues his humming as he begins to sway your bodies softly again. donghyuck’s hand still rubbing your back, making you feel absolute serenity in his arms — feeling drowsier as time passes. the sunshine remains warm even in the cold, dark night.
[WORLD IN CATASTROPHE: KILLZONE EXPERIMENT DEPARTMENT] MAZE TRIAL ZERO: Official Proposal
Folder: MAZE TRIAL ZERO > File: Official Proposal to Dr. Ava Paige
To the desk of Dr. Ava Paige
Date: 03/01/230
To Dr. Paige,
I write to you in regards to a new experiment proposal from the Department of Experimentation.
In order to map out the neural pathways of those Immune to the Flare in hopes of developing a universal cure for all, there remains an inherent need for new and efficient ways to stimulate subjects with an adverse environment for observation as to how Immune brain structures differ from those susceptible to the Flare virus.
Thus we present for your consideration:
THE MAZE TRIALS
in which subjects are placed in an unknown environment (The Maze) and are tasked with escape.
Please see the Details of Stakes Involved, Predicted Cost and Ethical Implications, attached as separate files.
In its preliminary stages, we have selected 10 Potential Subjects to participate in the first Maze Trial, to which we have coined the term Maze Trial Zero.
Profiles of Potential Subjects have been attached as separate files for your viewing.
We thank you for your time and look forward to hearing from you soon.
Regards,
Jeong Jaehyun
Head of the Department of Experimentation
World In Catastrophe: Killzone Experiment Department (W.I.C.K.E.D.)
Folder: MAZE TRIAL ZERO > File: Potential Subject Profiles
Subject 01
Name: Lee Minhyung (Mark)
Age: 18
Origin: Toronto, Canada
Status: Immune
Notes: Given his being the eldest of the group, he has already displayed acts of leadership for his fellow subject candidates. Seems to have a particular affection towards Subject 02.
Subject 02
Name: Park Jisung
Age: 15
Origin: Seoul, South Korea
Status: Immune
Notes: Youngest of group. Initial tests showed highest fear response to given stimuli alongside Subject 04. Close observation and comparison of results recommended.
Subject 03
Name: Lee Jeno
Age: 17
Origin: Incheon, South Korea
Status: Immune
Notes: Most compliant to directions. Frequent mediator of conflict between subjects (see Subject Observation Report 03.1.3). Initial tests show increased intelligence and advanced problem solving skills. Physical tests show consistently high results. Seems to have formed a friendship with Subject 07, who arrived at facility on same day.
Subject 04
Name: Lee Donghyuk
Age: 17
Origin: Seoul, South Korea
Status: Not Immune
Notes: Brought to facility as control subject while recruiting Immune siblings. Initial tests show advanced problem solving skills and highest fear response to given stimuli alongside Subject 02. Close observation and comparison of results recommended.
Subject 05
Name: Zhong Chenle
Age: 16
Origin: Shanghai, China
Status: Immune
Notes: Brought to facility by mercenaries in exchange for reward money upon finding him Immune after Crank attack. Seems to have formed a friendship with Subject 10, who is the same age. Hostile towards staff. Total of 4 behaviour warnings issued thus far.
Subject 06
Name: Huang Renjun
Age: 17
Origin: Jilin, China
Status: Not Immune
Notes: Particularly uncooperative in initial transport process to facility (see Subject Observation Report 06.1.1). Additional personnel called in for restraint when subject managed to get a hold of guard's taser and proceeded to attempt escape. Controlled doses of amnesia-inducing pills administered, subject now cooperative and willing to follow orders.
Subject 07
Name: Na Jaemin
Age: 17
Origin: Jeonju, South Korea
Status: Not Immune
Notes: Surrendered to W.I.C.K.E.D. by parents at Korean Peninsula control border. Mostly compliant, if not silent. Initial tests show increased stamina and physical ability. Seems to have formed a friendship with Subject 03, who arrived at facility on same day.
Subject 08
Name: Liu Yangyang
Age: 17
Origin: Düsseldorf, Germany
Status: Immune
Notes: Surrendered to W.I.C.K.E.D. by parents at Germany control border. Only speaks to Subjects 05 and 06, given the language barrier between the rest.
Subject 09
Name: Osaki Shōtarō
Age: 17
Origin: Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan
Status: Not Immune
Notes: Recruited at Japan control border. Has refused to speak since arrival to facility, even to Japanese-speaking staff. Otherwise unable to communicate with other subjects due to language barrier.
Subject 10
Name: Jeong Sungchan
Age: 16
Origin: Seoul, South Korea
Status: Immune
Notes: Seems to have formed a friendship with Subject 05, who is the same age. Initial tests show advanced problem solving skills and good physical ability.
enjoy as i write purely for self-indulgence, born from my love of the series and a passion for putting my biases in fictional situations of mortal danger
this series will be formatted as report files from W.I.C.K.E.D. as they test out their maze on our seven boys from NCT Dream
there is no y/n in this series, only secondary observation reports
to clarify, this plot can be read as a 'prequel' to The Maze Runner by James Dashner. there may be references to preexisting characters, however they will not be active agents in this series. technically, this is an alternate universe for the dreamies, not thomas and his friends.
the warnings below should be enough to prepare you all for what's coming lol. buckle up
⚠️ tw: major character death, violence, grievers, swearing, graphic depictions of gore and blood, weapon use, possible spoilers for The Maze Runner series. i cannot stress enough that you should read at your own discretion.
naturally, the genre is horror and will involve scientific observations to suggest adverse emotions, such as fear.
this is a work of fiction closely tied to James Dashner's novel series, The Maze Runner. while i do not intend to plagiarise any of his works, i will be using many of his plot points, including the maze, grievers, w.i.c.k.e.d., and some characters, e.g. Dr. Ava Paige, etc., however, the details of the plot will be of my own imagination.
i do not own these characters, nor do i own James Dashner's name or those of NCT Dream's members. i am merely borrowing them for alternate universe purposes.
Folder: MAZE TRIAL ZERO > Folder: Pre-Trial Preparation and Planning
File: Official Proposal to Dr. Ava Paige
File: Potential Subject Profiles
File: Details of Stakes Involved
File: Predicted Cost
File: Ethical Implications
File: Map of the Maze
Folder: MAZE TRIAL ZERO > Folder: Progress Reports
Report: Week One
Report: Week Two
Report: Week Three
Report: Week Four
Report: Week Five
Report: Week Six
Report: Week Seven
Report: Week Eight
Folder: MAZE TRIAL ZERO > Folder: Conclusion
File: Discussion and Advice for Future Development
