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My mind is on the verge of blowing right now. Living as a normal person is hard.
Being in normal worklife is something that my fragile mind can’t quite function. I know that I’m being selfish to think I don’t want to work, but for real, adapt for me is so hard. I’m afraid that some day I’m not gonna be able to enjoy anything anymore.
I won’t say that I want to die yet, but I’ve just been reminded of how slow, stupid and different I am to normal people.
I feel like I’m gonna die soon. I don’t know, I’m so weak and my mind is killing me right now. I want to die. How do I die? I want to die but I don’t know how. Should I die? I tried everything
My baby daddy so handsome ♥︎
Would you like some tea? Chamomile will help you fall asleep, whereas Lavender have a beautiful scent. But I love Strawberry tea, which always have bits of dried strawberry in it, mix with fresh milk so that you can enjoy it more, a lovely combination for a lovely afternoon 💕
Tonight’s the night. The SM Town Concert, when your group and all of SM’s shining stars will be in one place. It’s your first since your debut, and the night has been crazy, wonderful, electric. As you take to the stage one last time, wearing matching red SM shirts, singing one of the old classics with a coterie of artists, old and new, one particular idol catches your eye.
He winks, throwing an arm around one of his members, and as the hook kicks in, he keeps eye contact, singing his heart out to some 90′s love ballad. It’s subtle enough so that any fancam catching him will assume he’s just singing to the audience, but you know better.
The butterflies fluttering in your belly since training, the charged looks across practice rooms, the secret brush of a hand as you passed each other in the hallways, the polite conversations in the rare times when male and female groups are allowed to interact…there’s always been something there, but there’s never been a time. A place. Idol life just doesn’t allow for that.
As the concert wraps up and your group is shepherded offstage, you have one thought: NCT is staying in the same hotel as you, and you’re determined to find him and settle this once and for all.
Whose room do you sneak off to? Send me an idol, a keyword, a rating (please let me know it’s for this prompt) and I may turn it into a drabble for this iteration of the NCT UWRITES Challenge.
Pairing: Haechan x Fem!Reader
Words: 3.5k
Contents: Hollywood!au, co-star!Haechan, established relationship, light angst, smut, swearing.
Synopsis: It’s Oscar night, and you and Haechan make a bet - whoever wins Best Actor gets a blowjob.
A/N: As a thank you for 700 notes, here’s the epilogue to Lights, Camera, F*ck You. It’s not necessary to have read the base story, but it will make more sense, especially the part with his father.
“I’m not ready,” you sigh, looking critically in the mirror.
“What do you mean?” Haechan comes up behind you. “You look good enough to eat.” Pretending to growl a little, he presses a kiss to your neck, trailing a finger across the black silk tie of your dress.
“Ah, you’re bad,” you say. Reaching over to the mirror, you pull a length of silk from the dark mahogany frame. You spin, unbuttoning the first two buttons of his crisp white shirt.
“Yeah, but I am going to be taking home that Best Actor,” he says.
“Really?” you say, sliding the tie around his throat and pulling it tight. On instinct, his hands go to your waist, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat. “You really think you’ll be able to beat everyone? Timmy, Adam, Joaquin…and who’s that young guy? Shotaro Osaki? Ah, he’s a cutie.”
“Cuter than me?” he pouts.
“Hm,” you hum, walking over to your vanity. It’s been two months since the premiere of your film Cherry Bomb, and you and Haechan decided to date in earnest, after so many months of fake dating to please the studio and the fans. You’re pleasantly surprised that you haven’t killed each other yet - the banter is still good, the conversations haven’t run dry, the sex is still great…maybe too much so.
“You know, my stylist Penny wasn’t happy with the hickies she had to cover,” you say, grabbing your clutch and fur stole from the vanity chair. “She was tutting about how People would have a field day.”
Haechan shrugs. “You’re sexy as fuck and I like your neck. A lot. So what if people know?”
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