ok but honestly…….nu’est’s discography is THEE perfect road trip music. no one makes music as road trippy as them.
the vibes are immaculate. I always love listening to them on long drives. I mean…..there’s a reason why my ‘road trip’ spotify playlist is LITERALLY entirely nu’est. im usually a picky listener who skips a lot and stresses about what’s gonna play next. but not with them!
no matter how upbeat or mellow the song is, it seems like they intentionally designed it with the purpose of providing ethereal, magical, cozy road trips that’ll never leave us feeling bored even if we’re in the middle of nowhere.
most of the mentioned works is 18+ NSFW, MINORS DNI
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OT5
one shots
series
one shots
Checkmate by @absconditum-imaginaerum
Jonghyeon x fem!reader (wc - 4.6k)
friends to lovers, mutual pining
- fluff, crack, suggestive
friends to lovers by @warmau
Jonghyeon x gn!reader (wc - 0.7k)
friends to lovers, theatre AU
- fluff
series
Step by Step by @doomdoomp3
Jonghyeon x fem!reader
classmates to lovers, university AU
- fluff, angst(ish)
You’re in Law School and live in a big house with some of your classmates. The boys live downstairs and the girls on the second floor. You’re not too close with some of them, especially with the guys. But then, Easter is here and you can’t go home to visit your parents, neither Jonghyun can go. That’s when you two start to get closer.
part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7
one shots
ghost of you by @kpopsfic
Dongho x gn!reader (wc - 1k)
- angst
kang dongho is left behind by the person he dreamed of spending the rest of his life with for reasons he has yet to discover, only to be disappointed when he uncovers the truth.
series
one shots
I Thought I Hated You by @prettywordsyouleft
Minhyun x fem!reader (wc - 3.6k)
roommates, enemies to lovers
- angst, fluff, romance
Living with Minhyun and his incessant nagging was hard enough to endure, and yet as time went by, you found things to appreciate in him.
intentions by @goodnightkisseu
Minhyun x fem!reader (wc - 0.9k)
university AU
- smut
Minhyun was someone you said that you would never get involved with. You knew the mask he hid behind, but when he reveals his true self to you, everything comes crumbling down...
Breaking Free by @prettywordsyouleft
Minhyun x fem!reader (wc - 4.4k)
royal AU, arranged marriage
- angst, romance, fluff
Your whole life had led up to this point, marrying Prince Minhyun had been every girl’s dream. Except yours.
Mingle by @goodnightkisseu
Minhyun x fem!reader (wc - 3.2k)
strangers to more?
- fluff
The Art Of Brewing by @ongnable
Minhyun x fem!reader (wc - 3.8k)
gumiho! Minhyun, supernatural, soulmates AU
- fluff
Friends to Lovers by @warmau
Minhyun x gn!reader (wc - 2.7k)
friends to lovers, university AU
- fluff, angst(ish)
Morning Call by @baka-writings
Minhyun x fem!reader (wc - 0.9k)
established relationship
- smut
You and Minhyun were on a late night date. After date you invited him to your place for a night, beacause he finaly had some days off. However it was just an innocent night where you just cuddle and talk then fall asleep in each other's arms. You don't want to rush things neither Minhyun wants so both of you feel comfortable.
drabble by @minhyuwun
Minhyun x fem!reader (wc - 1.8k)
established relationship
- crack, smut, fluff
maybe inviting minhyun inside the fitting room w/ you wasn’t such a good idea
a fun night by @minhyuwun
Minhyun x gn!reader (wc - 2k)
retrospective, strangers to lovers
- fluff, crack
lonely valentine’s night takes a turn when you meet a stranger
series
one shots
Plane Pals by @spacequokka
Mingi x reader (wc - 3.1k)
- fluff
Bumping into your celeb crush at the airport and sitting together on the plane.
Fated to the Past by @killjoy-loveit
Mingi x gn!reader (wc - 1.3k)
soulmate AU, 1st person PoV, time travel AU
With panicked breathing, I had to carefully but quickly maneuver through the building- over piles of rubble from the ceiling, under fallen pillars and branches the dangled through the ceiling.
This contains NSFW content. Do not engage in my works if you are underage. Read to your own discretion.
No images yet! Let me know if you’re interested in making any! Otherwise, I’ll eventually get around to it! :)
Pairing: Aron x gn!reader
Warnings: gn!reader, descriptions of sexual activities, bondage, scarves, some begging, minor sensation play, Aron's a giant tease
Genre: Smut
WC: 522
You struggled against the bonds that kept your wrists tied to the headboard. The scarf wasn’t too tight, but your fingers itched to feel their way across his body. And by the smirk on his face as he slowly kissed his way to your belly, he knew what you wanted.
“You know I hate being tied up,” you pouted, squirming under his touch.
He kissed above your belly button and looked up to you. “Not even for me?”
You huffed. “You’re so mean, Aaron.” Once again you pulled at the fabric that kept your arms above your head. “You know I like touching.” You licked your lips, beginning to feel how dry they were becoming, and a shadow casted over his pupils at the sight.
His fingers lightly toyed with the hem of your underwear, teasing you. Aaron looked thoughtful, considering releasing you and letting you have some free reign. “But you also like being touched, don’t you, pretty?” He didn’t miss the way you bit your lower lip in a way that was just barely visible. He reached up and pressed his thumb over your lip, pulling it from your teeth. “You’ll damage your pretty mouth if you do that.”
You closed your lips around his thumb and ran your tongue over it. Aaron let out a small curse before pulling his hand away and crashing his lips to yours. You habitually tugged at the scarf binding again, the desire to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders overwhelming. “Aaron, please?” you murmured, your breath ghosting over his face when you separated. He hovered so close to you, he might have as well as swallowed you right there.
“Are you going to stay still for me?” he asked. You nodded quickly, adding to the lightheaded feeling spiraling in your skull. He studied you for a moment, taking in the desperate look in your eye. He could always tie you up again, he decided. So he took a moment to unfasten the fabric around your wrists, letting your arms drop to your sides. “Remember,” he warned, “keep still, pretty.”
Aaron travelled down your body again, picking up where he left off at your tummy. Slow, light kisses trailed south to the hem of your underwear. He peeked up to gauge your reaction when he licked you through the thin material. Your fingers gripped and pulled at the sheets beneath you. The more he licked and palmed at you, the more effort it took for you to keep still like you promised. He definitely wasn’t making it easy for you.
With both hands, he spread your legs to give him more room to tease you. He toyed with the hem of your underwear before snapping it against your skin. You yelped, lurching forward and flinging your hand into his hair. You instinctively recoiled and tried to pull away, but he tsked and moved to kneel over you once again.
Aaron dangled the scarf over your chest, the soft material tickling you whenever it brushed lightly over your skin. He hummed thoughtfully. “Last chance, pretty. Keep still or I’ll have to restrain you again.”
warnings: mental illness (schizophrenia & depression), i am not a doctor and wrote this to the best of my ability
word count: 1.02k
written by: tiff
description: kang dongho is left behind by the person he dreamed of spending the rest of his life with for reasons he has yet to discover, only to be disappointed when he uncovers the truth.
a/n: in honor of nu’est and the love i hold for them, i decided to post this. although they’re officially disbanded now, please be sure to give them lots of love and support on their most recent release: 다시, 봄
Tears raced down the delicate skin of Dongho’s cheeks as he fell to his knees in front of you, his long-term partner, and reached out to him. His vision was blurry and his lungs felt as if they were going to collapse in on themselves the moment he let out another mangled cry.
“Please, don’t do this,” Dongho cried out, his fingers curled around the sleeve of your sweater, “I don’t know if I can survive without you.”
You paused for a moment, your hand on the doorknob, heart twisting around in your chest. You sighed, gently shaking Dongho’s loose grasp on the soft fabric free, “I have to go. I can’t stay here anymore, love.”
Dongho’s voice cracked as he whispered, “but, why? What did I do wrong?”
“It’s nothing you did,” you began, crouching down to be level with Dongho’s shaking frame, “but I can’t tell you the reason why I’m going. You’ll figure it out in your own time.”
“That doesn’t make any sense!” Dongho exclaimed. You brushed some of the stray tears off of the older boy’s cheeks.
“It won’t for a while, but I promise you, when the time comes, you’ll learn. You’ll be able to accept it. For now, you just need to learn how to cope without me.”
With that, you rose to your feet and walked out into the night, never bothering to look back.
—
They say people learn to get over heartbreak, that there’s always a light at the end of the tunnel during every breakup. But that certainly was not the case for Kang Dongho. Many nights he found himself tossing and turning in the sheets, longing for your gentle touch, or staying up for days on end doing absolutely nothing except for crying.
Three months have passed now since the love of his life walked out with no rhyme or reason, and Dongho was still trying to make sense of it all. But no matter what scenario or event came to his head, nothing added up right. He often found himself tugging angrily at his hair.
The same night that you left, he began writing letters. Ones with words of his love for you. How beautiful you are and how brightly you shine compared to the rest of the stars in the sky. Reminiscing on the good memories he had, like the time that you tried making pancakes for him and ended up almost burning the house down.
But he also wrote letters that were stained with tears, where the ink was smudged from his shaky hands or lost track of where his sentences were going. They were never filled with anything hateful, but rather with confusion, hurt, and anger.
Why? Why did you decide to leave him when he thought he needed you the most? Why did you hesitate before you walked through the door? Where were you now? Was the address he was writing on the envelopes even correct?
He always mailed them out, but he never once got a response. Every time he stepped foot into the post office, the clerks looked at him with sympathy. Whether it be because of the way his cheeks were sunken in or how his eyes were always swollen from constantly sobbing, he didn’t know. He just hated the stares.
Now, he was sitting on the couch, his legs crossed, and wide awake. His hands were clasped over his stomach, glossy eyes trained on the ceiling, and his bottom lip held tightly between his teeth.
It was your two year anniversary.
The moment he woke up, he couldn’t help but think about you and where you were going. Your sweet words rang through his head, which only gave him a migraine in the end. He couldn’t bear the thought of doing anything for the day. He almost wished he could sleep forever.
But he couldn’t. He refused to waste the day when instead, he could be making your favorite meal and celebrating on his own, whether you were there or not. Maybe after doing so, he would feel better. He could certainly hope.
A little later, he found himself at the dinner table, staring at your empty seat behind the vase of morning glories he picked up from the store earlier while quietly spooning cajun pasta into his mouth. He huffed a defeated sigh, allowing the fork to fall from his hand onto the table with a bang.
Pushing himself away from the table, he walked to what used to be your shared bedroom without bothering to clean up the mess he’d made. He sank down onto the edge of the bed, his shoulders slumped, and buried his face in his hands. Was this ever going to get easier?
Just as he was about to lay down, he was able to hear your daily reminder in his head, “be sure to take your medicine, Dongho, it’s important.”
Absently, he grabbed the pill bottle off of his nightstand and stared at the label. Olanzapine. He knew his doctor told him what it was for, but he didn’t understand why. The label never indicated anything either.
Allowing his curiosity to get the best of him, Dongho typed in the name of his medicine on his phone and scanned over the definition of what it was used to treat.
Olanzapine can be used to treat mental disorders such as schizophrenia and bipolar disorder.
Dongho tilted his head at the word ‘schizophrenia.’ He was almost positive that’s what his doctor told him he had, but he couldn’t remember. He continued on with another search.
Schizophrenia is a chronic brain disorder that affects less than one percent of the population. When schizophrenia is active, symptoms can include delusions, hallucinations, and trouble with thinking.
Upon reading the definition, Dongho threw his phone across the room, a loud yell ripping at his lungs as fresh, hot tears stung at his eyes. This is what you meant when you said he would figure it out on his own. This is what you meant when you didn’t answer his questions. This is why you left him in the first place.
