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[neocatharsis]

250802 NCTsmtown Twitter Update

"🎂HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO #MARK

WE💚YOU"

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daisies

wc: ~800 tell me i'm pretty

“Mark, stop moving,” you chide, squishing his cheeks between your hand to hold his face in place. 

He squirms beneath your touch, twisting at the swipe of your lipstick to his mouth. He genuinely has no idea where you got the idea to do this to him; the last hour has been spent with you sitting comfortably on his lap, doing his makeup. He can feel the tackiness of the mascara every time he blinks and the tip of his nose itches from whatever bright pink blush you dusted on it a few minutes ago. 

“Dude, it tickles—” he replies, before you squeeze his face tighter to force his lips into a pucker.

“I’m almost done,” you laugh lightly. You briefly glance up from his lips to meet his gaze. “Relax.”

In truth, he doesn’t really mind the whole makeup part—he’s practically incapable of saying no when it comes to you anyway—but it feels like you’ve been going at this for a smidge too long. Your eyes are locked onto his mouth, leaning in a bit closer as you finish applying the deep red color to his lips. Once you’re done, you pull back for a second to study your work, your face settled on a devastatingly cute expression of deliberation. 

He doesn’t fight the smile growing on his face. “You look cute when you’re concentrating.”

You blink out of your daze and there’s a slight upturn of your lips that makes his heart leap. “Stop trying to distract me.”

You set the lipstick down to grab a lip gloss off the carpet, where the rest of your products are spread out. Earlier, you had given him a very detailed tour of everything in your makeup bag and he’s been mentally quizzing himself on it all since then.

The corner of his eyes crinkle. “Is it working though?”

“No,” you answer primly, uncapping your lip gloss.

“Liar.”

All he gets in response is a short, airy laugh. Your hand returns to his face then, holding him gently as you attentively layer on the gloss. There’s a weird, tingling sensation that follows shortly after but he doesn’t mention anything this time. Instead, he looks up at you when you pull away once more and finally, finally he feels like he’s free. You’ve used nearly every product you own by now.   

“Okay, I’m done,” you sing. And his body slackens with relief until there’s a small, uncertain tilt of your head while you scan his face, musing, “but I feel like you’re missing something…”

He tosses his head back in defeat. “Baby—”

“Oh! I know—”

And suddenly, you’re jumping off of his lap and padding over to one of the nearby drawers in the living room. He doesn’t move from his spot leaning against the couch though, mindlessly playing with a loose thread on the carpet in your short absence. 

You return to him with a strand of baby pink ribbon and he raises a brow. You usually use that spool of ribbon when wrapping gifts so he’s a bit confused as to how you’re going to use it now. 

You instruct him to look up. When he does, you carefully wrap it around his neck, securing it into a delicately tied bow. Once you’re done, he tilts his chin back down to look at you and you gasp.

“Holy shit,” you beam, holding a hand over your mouth as you look him over. “You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Hold on, I wanna take a picture to remember this.”

The sudden onslaught of attention makes his face burn as you grab your phone laying off to the side. You take close to a billion pictures of him between his defeated protests and he’s silently praying that the blush you put on earlier is enough to hide his own. Once you’re finished, you show him his picture with a bright smile. 

And he’s not gonna lie, he thinks he looks good. 

“Are you happy now?” He laughs, settling his hands on your hips. His thumbs brush along a sliver of skin peeking out beneath the shirt you stole from him last week.

“Of course,” you hum, continuing to swipe through your photo gallery. “Thanks for letting me do this.” 

He gets an overwhelming urge to press a kiss to your forehead but has to stop himself, recalling the last swipe of gloss. And when you click your phone off and toss it to the side, you happily look back at him until your gaze narrows in on the corner of his mouth. 

“Wait, there’s a small smudge of lipstick here.”

A thumb comes up to wipe at it but Mark decides to throw all caution to the wind and instead leans in to slide his lips against yours, finally fulfilling his urge to kiss you after all. When he pulls away, he half expects you to scold him for messing up his makeup but you don’t.   

“You taste like strawberries,” you laugh instead, brushing away some stray strands of hair from his forehead. The way you look at him makes him feel untouchable; all the inconveniences of the past hour melting away so easily.

“Good,” he grins. “You can help me take off the rest of this lipstick then.”

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my thoughts on whc2 (as a webtoon reader) bc i have no one to talk to about it 😭

spoilers under the cut! + a warning that this gets long bc i have a lot to say

pros:

- the cast was amazing. ik the casting directors were locked in for this one bc everyone played their role soso well and really stayed true to their characters despite the slight changes to them.

- for what it’s worth, i think the storyline made sense given how short the season was. considering they had to shorten the entire whc2 plot into 8 episodes, i can understand why they made the changes they did. they moved a lot of pieces while still keeping the essence of the original and i can respect that!! (doesn’t mean i’m the biggest fan of how they went about it though 😭)

- cinematography…chefs kiss, A+, no notes <3 (same for the soundtrack!)

- lee junyoung 😀 (also lee minjae…girl omg)

cons:

- would’ve fared way better with at least 12 episodes—the plot felt so rushed imo 😭 i lowk got whiplash from how fast the seongje fight happened and i think would’ve been more powerful with more build-up. bc of how fast the plot moved, it felt harder to grasp why certain characters made certain decisions and it’d come off as fairly shallow reasoning.

the first example that comes to mind is when seongje left the union. before that, all we got was that he just was “tired” of being in it. his decision would’ve been better understood if we got more background on 1) his importance to the Union and 2) his dynamic with baekjin to see what drove him to that point and why it was a big issue.

tbh, i would’ve enjoyed more character building overall (but i’m biased bc i enjoy character-driven storylines more than plot-driven anyway lol)

- i didn’t entirely enjoy the changes made to baekjin. i think the show downplayed how much power and influence he has. this guy is supposed to be working from the top floor of some skyscraper by himself but instead he’s working under some mob boss in a dinky bowling alley ……

i get that that sort of power might be unrealistic for a high schooler, but damn at least give the man some credit 😭

- i also wasn’t a fan of sieun’s promise to “stop fighting.” for me, the allure of weak hero was seeing the tactics he’d use to win against opponents stronger than him. his alternative vow in the webtoon to “never lose a fight again” would’ve made a more powerful storyline imo. it would’ve been entertaining if they kept him in that mindset. it felt like his fighting skill was pretty minimized to stabbing people with things and, while fun to watch, wasn’t as enticing as it could’ve been.

during his first few fights in s1 (with yeongbin/seokdae), we get those moments of him analyzing his surroundings to determine his next move. genuinely, i loved those scene bc it showed the depths of his intelligence but girl we didn’t get much of that this season? T-T

- maybe i’m just a hater but the fuckass ganghak uniforms 😭 literally whyyyy were their pants red too it made them look so goofy im sorry the red blazer alone would’ve been fine 💔

ending note:

don’t get me wrong—i loved the show lol <3

there were just changes i didn’t enjoy and areas of improvement where i think the show could’ve made more of an impact. at the end of the day though, there were a lot of people involved in making it and a lot of hard work put into it so what do i know i’m just a girl running an nct stan account on tumblr 🤷‍♀️

also, these are my thoughts after my first watch and i am planning on rewatching!! who knows, some of these notes might change lmaooo

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just finished weak hero class 2 and started writing a whole think piece in the drafts ohymgod

[pranpat]

Lee Jun Young as Geum Seong Je

Weak Hero Class 2 | 약한영웅 Class 2 (2025) | Episode. 04 

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loser

wc: <600 i don't wanna lose ya (read part one here)

You grip onto the fabric of Mark’s shirt while he struggles to pull you up the stairs, fingertips burning against the curve of your waist. 

It’s almost embarrassing how you managed to end up like this—drunk and stumbling over your own two feet despite your promises to stay sober tonight. You want nothing more than to free yourself from his hold but it’s easier said than done when your balance flies out the window every time you try to stand on your own. 

Falling back into the warmth of your old best friend, it feels like a losing game either way.

“Mark,” you huff, turning around to pad at your bag hanging off his shoulder. “My keys.”

You’re not entirely sure how he became the one to take you home tonight. As far as you know, he shouldn’t even be here. He should be packing his bags, preparing for his flight back across the ocean tomorrow morning to meet his new girlfriend at some invite-only music show. At least, that’s what you heard him tell Haechan earlier.

Instead, Mark’s reaching into the inner left pocket of your bag and taking out the keys to unlock your apartment door. He doesn’t have to ask to know where they are; you’ve always been a creature of habit.

A strange mix of guilt and pride swirls in your chest. You know he should be tending to his other commitments, the ones that don’t involve ungracefully hauling you through your doorway but here he is, setting you on your couch with a certain degree of gentleness that makes your stomach flip. 

“You okay?” you hear him wonder, crouching down in front of you. “Why’d you drink so much?”

Face smushed into the familiar bunny pillow you stole from Jaemin the other day, you open your eyes to look at Mark. His expression is soft, patient. Just how he’s always been.

“I don’t know,” you murmur but he remains unconvinced.

You should’ve known he’d see through it anyway. In your current state, you know you couldn’t lie to him to save your life.

So, you take the bite. “Did you mean it?”

It takes him a second. “Mean what?”

“What you said…during the game. When it was your turn with Jaemin.”

Your words hang in the air, heavy in the silence of your living room. For a moment, all you hear is the faint hum of your refrigerator and the whizz of a car speeding down the street outside. You almost regret asking and half-consider scrapping the conversation altogether when he responds.

“Yeah,” he says. “I meant it.”

You pause. It’s a strange sort of revelation, sending a wave of warmth through your body. You consider the notion that maybe he loved you just as much as you’ve always loved him. 

“So…you loved me?”

He takes a breath, swallowing before giving you a small shake of his head.

“Love,” he corrects. “I think a part of me always will.”

There’s no hint of pretense in his gaze. Just him, the nervous bite of his lip, and the tender way he continues to hold your gaze despite it all.

It makes you wonder.

“Mark?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you stay with me tonight?”

If you had chosen to be selfish back then, would he have stayed?

And even with the unpacked bag sitting in the room of his childhood home right now and his flight scheduled to leave in just a few hours, he nods, wholeheartedly.

“Yeah.”

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>> knowing you

wc: 461 i wish i got to love you longer

“When we were fourteen, Haechan put a cicada in my hair and blamed it on Jaemin.”

“What?” you laugh, looking at Jeno from where you’re standing beside the stove. “So he’s always been like that?”

“To an extent,” he grins, turning away from the opened window to lean against the counter next to you. The scent of your body wash hangs around him and you wonder how long he's been using yours instead of his. “I think he’s worse now, actually.”

In the distance, a cicada chrips and you stir the boiling pot of ramen, musing. You could’ve sworn you took an egg out for Jeno earlier but you can’t seem to find it now.

“When I was fourteen, I told my crush I liked him and had a piece of broccoli stuck in my braces the whole time.”

He winces, taking a sip from his store-bought bottle of lemon tea. “Rough. What’d he say?”

“He rejected me on the spot.”

Jeno clicks his tongue. “His loss. I would’ve loved to get a confession from you like that.”

The thought makes you snort. “I dunno, I was kind of a mess at fourteen—”

“Who wasn’t?”

“You,” you say pointedly, waving your chopsticks at him. “I’ve seen the pictures.”

He snickers, folding his arms across the front of his old Nike sweatshirt. The collar is slightly damp from his still-wet hair. “That doesn't mean anything. I was weird at fourteen too.”

“You didn’t have neon green braces and a stupid haircut that you cut yourself.”

“No, but I had a bowl cut and wire glasses," he adds, with a tilt of his head. “I think that’s pretty comparable.”

“Still...” you roll your eyes. A breeze drifts in through the window and when you look over at him, your heart softens. Even in his pajamas he’s still so attractive that briefly, you think about what it would have been like to know him back then, too.

“I think I would’ve been terrified to talk to you when we were fourteen.”

“Why?” he laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners. When you don’t immediately reply, he takes your forearm to pull you into him, holding you to where all you can feel is him. Only him.

He hums. “I would’ve loved you, you know. Even with broccoli in your teeth.”

Groaning, you tuck your head beneath his chin and press your cheek to the muscle of his chest. You don’t fight him (mainly because he's warm against the night air) but make it a point to pout nonetheless.

“That’s a very bold statement you're making, babe.”

“’m serious, though,” he starts, lips brushing against your hairline before he’s pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

“I think I’d love you in every timeline.”

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journey mercies

wc: <500 i just want to hear you call my name

“If someone were to ask you if you’ve ever been in love, who would be the first person you think of?”

You blink. What the hell kind of question is that?

Sitting across from Jaemin in the circle, you don’t miss the way his eyes flit to you before landing on Mark. It’s a momentary tell—a silent reminder of Jaemin’s knowledge about your best-kept secret, the one that has your stomach dropping from the depth of this question.  

A chorus of ‘ooohs’ ring around the room as Jaemin presumptuously sets the card down. He really had to pull this one, out of all the others in the deck. Some fucking luck. Your gaze falls to a loose thread on the couch beneath you, your throat going uncomfortably dry. It was a bad idea to agree to this game, an even worse idea to play it sober.

“Well?” Jaemin drawls. “Answer the question or take a shot, Markie.”

The wave of silence that passes is suffocating, even in the expanse of Jaemin’s very new and very large apartment. He didn’t tell you that Mark would be at his housewarming party tonight, but you can only assume he did that on purpose. 

If he had mentioned it, you probably wouldn’t be here. Jaemin knew that. 

You knew that, too.

“C’mon, Mark. It’s not like your new girlfriend is here,” Haechan calls from beside you.

Your friendship with Mark had always been a balancing act—a cautious tip-toe around your feelings until the day he went abroad.  

Mark had somehow gotten taller since you saw him a few years ago. Broader, too. There was a stark difference in the way he holds himself now—no doubt the harvested fruit of becoming a successful musician. Even his hair was a perfect, stupid shade of blonde. He was worlds away from the person he used to be and oceans away from where you are now, still working some dead-end job in the same city you grew up in.  

You can’t get yourself to look at him but can feel the hesitancy in his silence. You prepare for the worst.

“I’ll take a shot,” Mark declares, eventually.

There's a sound of disappointed groans then. And amongst this comes Jaemin’s teasing, cooing at him. “Aw, you’re no fun.”

When you look up, you're faced with Mark’s gaze on you, his expression unreadable. He sets his shot glass back down on the table. There’s a dull clink while a splash of vodka spills over the edge.

“Alright, fine,” he breathes before straightening in his seat.   

He looks at Jaemin, then answers. 

He says your name.

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“mark would let you sit on his lap and put makeup on him” don’t tempt me now!!!!

[haechuw]

i fear i don’t have much tears left in me

[neocatharsis]

YUTA The 1st Single『TWISTED PARADISE』

➫ 2025.5.14 Release

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journey mercies

wc: <500 i just want to hear you call my name (read part two here)

“If someone were to ask you if you’ve ever been in love, who would be the first person you think of?”

You blink. What the hell kind of question is that?

Sitting across from Jaemin in the circle, you don’t miss the way his eyes flit to you before landing on Mark. It’s a momentary tell—a silent reminder of Jaemin’s knowledge about your best-kept secret, the one that has your stomach dropping from the depth of this question.  

A chorus of ‘ooohs’ ring around the room as Jaemin presumptuously sets the card down. He really had to pull this one, out of all the others in the deck. Some fucking luck. Your gaze falls to a loose thread on the couch beneath you, your throat going uncomfortably dry. It was a bad idea to agree to this game, an even worse idea to play it sober.

“Well?” Jaemin drawls. “Answer the question or take a shot, Markie.”

The wave of silence that passes is suffocating, even in the expanse of Jaemin’s very new and very large apartment. He didn’t tell you that Mark would be at his housewarming party tonight, but you can only assume he did that on purpose. 

If he had mentioned it, you probably wouldn’t be here. Jaemin knew that. 

You knew that, too.

“C’mon, Mark. It’s not like your new girlfriend is here,” Haechan calls from beside you.

Your friendship with Mark had always been a balancing act—a cautious tip-toe around your feelings until the day he went abroad.  

Mark had somehow gotten taller since you saw him a few years ago. Broader, too. There was a stark difference in the way he holds himself now—no doubt the harvested fruit of becoming a successful musician. Even his hair was a perfect, stupid shade of blonde. He was worlds away from the person he used to be and oceans away from where you are now, still working some dead-end job in the same city you grew up in.  

You can’t get yourself to look at him but can feel the hesitancy in his silence. You prepare for the worst.

“I’ll take a shot,” Mark declares, eventually.

There's a sound of disappointed groans then. And amongst this comes Jaemin’s teasing, cooing at him. “Aw, you’re no fun.”

When you look up, you're faced with Mark’s gaze on you, his expression unreadable. He sets his shot glass back down on the table. There’s a dull clink while a splash of vodka spills over the edge.

“Alright, fine,” he breathes before straightening in his seat.   

He looks at Jaemin, then answers. 

He says your name.