includes :: [ 0.6k ] boyfriend!nct dream x reader ( mostly gender neutral ). their favorite way of being held by you ! if they’re not already clinging to you in the first place. granted you’re not always holding them but you get the point. all mistakes are unintentional.
authors note, happy reading lovelies 💞
jaemin struggles to hold himself back from cooing at you whenever you cling to him. more specifically, his arm. waiting in line, standing around, whatever. it’s his favorite when you wrap both arms around his, and rest your head on his bicep.
eyes closed, and he’ll shift to interlace your fingers together if he can. but he’ll stare at you affectionately, warmth flooding his veins as he attempts not moving, trying to relax without going stiff. but if he ever disturbs you enough where you lift your head, panic surges through his body as he encourages you to rest again.
jeno is a homebody. everyone knows this. so it’s unsurprising when he’s sat on the couch, doing nothing. he likes doing nothing — especially whenever you’re there, doing nothing with him. when you’ll scoot closer to him on the couch and wrap your arms around his waist.
utter fondness swims behind his gaze when you rest your head on his shoulder, cheek squished against it, watching either his phone or the tv playing in the background. or maybe you’ll fall asleep on him, and he’ll gently shift so it’s more comfortable for you, letting his head rest against yours.
jisung gets his energy from you; it’s like a battery being recharged. and he’s found the most efficient way to do that is when you rest your head in his lap. after a particularly tiring practice, when he’s sitting on the floor, back to the wall, and you come along, flopping down to the ground, head landing in his lap.
his hand moves of it’s own accord, running through your hair, his other hand finding yours and tangling your fingers with his. jisung will stay like that — forever if he could — relishing in your closeness, breathing slowly, relaxing, recharging.
haechan is notoriously clingy. it’s more often than not that he’s attached to your side, or in contact with you in some way. he has to be, is what he told you, otherwise he’ll cry. or die. maybe both. and he was so dramatic about it that it was edging the line of endearing and irritating ( mostly endearing ).
but his favorite is when you’re the same way with him. it’s rare, but whenever you cling to him and won’t let go. he’ll murmur a small ‘i need to get up’ and you’ll just shake your head, grip practically tightening around him. and he won’t deny that he loves it. you love him just as much as he loves you.
renjun is simple. if you asked, he would’ve said just holding your hand. it’s endearing with any hug you give him, but the intimacy of holding hands would be his answer. under the table, his hand finding yours during a movie, your fingers fiddling with his nervously.
though that isn’t his favorite. his favorite is when you keep bumping into him when walking. when you can’t walk straight and your shoulder keeps finding his. you’d think he’d find it annoying, but he loves it. it’s painfully cute to him, how you always just seem to gravitate towards him when walking. he wouldn’t admit it, however. so hand holding it is.
chenle loves it when you sit in his lap. granted, it’s less likely that you’ll do it of your own thought, and more that chenle will grab your wrist and tug you into his lap. he likes wrapping his arms around your waist, and resting his forehead against your back or shoulder, taking a cat nap against you.
when it is voluntary, chenle’s keen on whenever you crawl on top of him. when he’s laying down, arms raised to see the screen of his phone, fingers tapping against the device, and you’ll crawl into the space between his arms, head falling to his chest. he’ll immediately set his phone to the side to wrap his arms around you.
Hey! I love your texts so much!!! I was wondering if we could please get more jealousy FWB dreamies? Maybe y/n is ghosting them or someone wants to dated her idk. But thank you!
guys lets ignore marks bangs together because what even..
but aren't the dreamies perfect, like look at them. i didnt post the helmet photos but all of those were perfection. look at them theyre soo cuteeeeeeee. haechan kinda reminding of noa from vanitas (i have no clue why). chenle’s hair so cute fuqhfgoewqhgoew guys i have too many feelings about these phtotos.
WARNINGS | TW: mentions blood, abuse, drug and alcohol abuse, smoking, lowercase au, non-idol au, high school au, badboy!jisung, mature language/cursing, reader is like an angel sent from heaven for him, jisungie just in need of love :(
SUMMARY | being an outcast has him wondering if he’ll ever be happy. cue you, the new girl, stumbling into his life (literally).
AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “idk you yet” by alexander23! also AHHH this is my 100 followers special fic :) THANK U LOVES FOR 100 IM SO SHOCKED CJSBFKEJD <33 the writing is a little crappy because i’m currently on my period and my patience for sitting down and writing this went down halfway through lol but I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, ENJOY THIS JISUNG FIC BC JISUNG MY BABIE AND SO ARE YOU GUYS!
whenever anybody thinks of park jisung, they think of the chains and dark clothing he wears. they think about the faint smell of smoke and men’s cologne that follows him wherever he goes.
they think of the boy who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks.
but what they don’t think about are bruises on his face he fails to hide whenever he walks into school, the dejected look on his face whenever random people give him disapproving looks, the way his smile slowly faded into a permanent frown wherever he went.
jisung quickly accepted his reputation at school and in their little town, not having enough energy to feel insecure about it like before.
the only group of people that even remotely cared about the boy were his best friends in the whole entire world, nct dream.
they were outcasts just like him, the most “fucked up group of boys” in their town (the people’s words, not theirs).
see, they were your typical bad boy group straight out of your typical fanfic. bad grades, smoking in their free time, getting into fights, always being late to class; not a single person had hope in them.
but behind their scary and intimidating facade, all seven boys were big softies with misunderstood hearts and difficult backgrounds.
people were just too dense to look into it, only judging them based on their looks and personality on the outside.
❝ how can you miss someone you’ve never met ❞
love was a foreign thing to jisung, the only form of love he’s ever felt being from his friends. his parents were… interesting to say the least.
jisung’s father was a hard-core alcoholic, his mother being a major druggie. with no siblings in the house, jisung was usually their main target to push around and beat up.
and so because of this at a young age jisung learned to distance himself from other people and found different ways to release stress.
he started smoking when he was 14, the warm and hazy feeling of the smoke entering his lungs comforting him.
if jisung humored himself enough, maybe smoking could count as his first love. it was always there for him, never leaving him alone even if he wanted to quit.
he relied on it knowing it was the only constant in his life.
now of course the boy has heard of proper love, love like in the movies or shitty romance songs he hears on the radio.
and he won’t lie, there were moments he thought about what it felt like to be in love. but he knew that would never happen, at least not in their small town anyways.
he just wanted to be loved.
jisung would never admit it but sometimes he’d be jealous of the old couples walking down the street in their own world like it was just them two against the universe. he was jealous of the happy kids running around, their mother’s and father’s fondly smiling at their child. he was jealous of all the “normal” kids in his neighborhood.
jisung wanted that, craved that.
but most importantly, the boy wanted love.
❝ cause i need you now but i don’t know you yet ❞
everything hurt.
his head, his body, his mind, his heart; everything was in pain.
jisung walked down the empty streets of their city, a trail of blood following behind him as he accepted his fate. the boy was 99% sure he had a concussion and at the very least had a few broken ribs.
he felt like this was the end, and he was ready.
-
wandering aimlessly around town, you decided to take a late night walk to familiarize yourself around the area. you had just moved into the city a week ago, spending all seven days trying to help your family unpack and rearrange your cozy new home.
now that you were finally free of the smell of tape and the dust of the boxes, you decided it was best to get to know the place you were living in.
the autumn air seemed to settle at night as you shivered, cursing yourself for not bringing a jacket of some sort. the sight of a convenience store up ahead of you brought you relief as you rummaged through your pockets wondering if you had enough money for ramen.
your steps became excited as you found a couple dollars, fondly thinking about what type of ramen you should buy. you became so lost in your thoughts you didn’t even notice the poor boy who was staggering in front of you, or the trail of blood he left behind.
-
jisung pushed himself to reach the convenience store a couple feet away from him, in desperate need of supplies to at least try and fix himself.
if it didn’t help in any way then oh well, maybe death was indeed an option.
grinding his teeth though the pain, he did not expect to feel a small body bump into him. had he been at his regular health, jisung would’ve easily been able to keep still but because of how much blood he was losing the boy was knocked down like a bowling pin.
“holy fuck.” jisung cursed the feeling of the concrete floor colliding with his ribs. he didn’t even notice the girl who had bumped into him sitting on the floor dumbfounded, freaking out over his state.
“oh my fucking god.” the girl said, capturing his attention. jisung glared at the stranger, mentally acknowledging the fact she was pretty.
but her being pretty won’t get you anywhere, he scolded himself. she’ll leave you just like everyone else.
“a-are you okay?” she said, eyes glancing at his black eye. jisung rolled his eyes, already annoyed. “does it look like i’m okay?” he replied, his deep voice catching the girl off guard.
“just, fuck off.” jisung said closing his eyes as he laid back down on the floor, knowing he couldn’t force himself to get up anymore. he didn’t even have to open his eyes to know she left, hearing the sound of her footsteps walk away.
the boy sighed as he laid idly on the floor, wondering what sin he committed to lead him to where he is now. not even she wanted to stay, the tears threatening to fall as his thoughts buried him alive.
“why can’t i just die?” jisung said out loud, asking no one but himself.
“because i won’t let you.” a voice replied as jisung forced himself to sit up in confusion. it was the same girl he had bumped into, but this time she had a first aid kit with her. he gave her a lost look despite knowing what she was here to do.
jisung’s mind just couldn’t wrap around the fact that a total stranger would even bother to help him.
“now sit up.” she said softly as she bent down to open the box, the boy slowly followed her instructions. “i’m sorry this might sting.” she said though jisung didn’t mind because she was much prettier up close.
-
the next ten minutes were you trying to fix his wounds against the shitty chairs outside the convenience store.
jisung didn’t even bother mentioning his broken ribs, not wanting you to freak out. you cleaned up what you could and the boy was beyond grateful for that.
you subconsciously rubbed his back in a comforting way whenever you’d apply alcohol to his open wounds, trying to ease the sting. you held his hand for him to hold and though he was a big boy and had a high pain tolerance, he still gave it a squeeze just to keep your hand there.
what the actual fuck is this feeling, jisung asked himself as he watched your determined figure work on him.
it was cold and in order to better work on his wounds, the boy offered to give you his hoodie which strangely had no traces of blood on it. you gladly accepted, the faint smell of blood and his cologne engulfing you up.
the sight of you in something so big and so him made his chest swell in pride.
jisung couldn’t even formulate a sentence as you cursed at the time once you finished patching him up, fleeing the scene before he could say anything with a small smile, his hoodie still on.
❝ and can you find me soon because i’m in my head ❞
the thought of your soft hands on his, your voice, your whole presence; everything about you couldn’t seem to leave the poor boy’s mind. it was now monday, and waiting for his class to start already made him want to go home.
if only i got her name, jisung daydreamed with his head resting on the palm of his hand. the classroom was loud and bright, people occasionally giving him looks but the boy didn’t mind.
“jisungie~ did you hear we have a new kid?” jaemin asked, poking the boy’s cheeks. the boy only gave him a pointed look before sighing.
“hyung i don’t really care.” jisung replied, looking back out the window.
jaemin only gave him an offended look before grumbling a bit. “i don’t know maybe you will.” he muttered under his breath as their teacher walked into the room.
❝ yeah i need you now but i don’t know you yet ❞
their homeroom teacher stood in front of the class, jisung tuning out his voice. the boy once again sighed as his teacher called for their attention, explaining they had a new girl in their class. “now make her feel welcomed,” he said before turning towards the door.
“y/n, please come in.” the teacher said and jisung almost fell out of his seat when he saw you walking through the door with the same smile you gave him a couple days ago.
“hi i’m y/n and i hope we can get along.” you bowed to the class, a familiar hoodie you were wearing catching his attention.
isn’t that mine, jisung thought to himself as he bit back a smile knowing you kept it all along.
⌗ nct dream’s reaction to them doing their s/o’s make up but their s/o can’t look into the mirror yet
requested. hihi xD i really love your works! i was wondering if you could maybe write a nct dream reaction where they did their s/o’s make-up and are reacting to how it looks, but their s/o can’t look into the mirror yet. thank you! hope you have a good day <3 by anon.
(✿) —; MARK
as much as i love him,
this ain’t it✋🤡
for a good 20 seconds, he’s just staring at your face
he himself doesn’t know what he did
I mean, you can’t blame him though
he just picked up whatever he saw and did whatever he felt like doing lmao
giggling like shit while doing this
and the fact that you can’t look into the mirror yet makes it even funnier for him
when you ask him what’s so funny
he’d laugh even more💀
(✿) —; RENJUN
might be the only one who’s kinda serious about it
not gonna lie, he might be the most skilled one out of em all
when he’s finally done with your make-up
and he like kinda backs off to get a better view
and is high-key proud of what he did
as he should be
“For a first timer, don’t you think i’m a little too good at this”
“You know, i can do better make-up than you,”
and honestly, you won’t even have anything to say against that
because, well, he just straight up spoke facts✋
(✿) —; JENO
i might be a little biased towards jeno bYe
honestly, you don’t even know if he has messed it up
or if it’s done pretty well
and that’s all because of, well,
( ◜‿◝ )
that eye smile could literally mean anything at this point
that’s so cute fhshfhsh cRi
you don’t even know how he’s able to see when he’s eye smiling like that lmao
nonetheless, i can assure you that he’s done it very well😔👌
(✿) —; HAECHAN
tHIS MAN
ISTFG, THIS MAN IS LITERALLY LAUGHING HIS ASS OFF THE WHOLE TIME
he ain’t even interested in doing your make-up
he just wants to make you look like a clown🤡
pLEaSe- the amount of powder that he’s put on you💀
5% doing your make-up
+50% laughing his ass off
+45% messing up your make-up because of laughing while doing it
=100% gonna make you a clown✨
(✿) —; JAEMIN
jaemin’s gonna be like haechan
bUt a cALmEr vErsiON
his expressions are as if he’s doing something very elegant
but if you look at whatever he’s doing, i don’t think so🤡
i’d like to describe it like how nct dream would describe it
✨u n i q u e✨
you’d catch him giggling here and there, because, oh, how much he loved messing everything up
when he tried to do a winged liner- things didn’t work out very well,,, uHM.
(✿) —; CHENLE
chenle is kinda gonna be the same as jaemin
so basically, haechan but c a l m e r
had been wearing a poker face the whole time
and when he finally saw the end product
trust me, he didn’t want to seem rude
but he couldn’t just not laugh at whatever he did
you’d call it clownery
but he’d call it a r t.
periodt.
(✿) —; JISUNG
low-key panicking lmao
he’s so confused as to which brush is supposed to be used for what
