#nct 2019

[cumyongie]

Renjun: I'm going to play a new drinking game. Every time I feel depressed, I take a sip.

Chenle: That game exists. It's called "alcoholism".

[music-obsess]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KUN

Than you for all that you’ve done for WayV. SM does not deserve you and I hope you guys have a very successful future. I wish to see you all happy and together I’m the near future.

Some of my favorite pictures of you. I love you and happy birthday you deserve the world.

[junicai]

tackled.

| summary | Mark hasn’t been in a group without Aria before. He doesn’t know how he’s going to manage without her there.

| word count | 2.4k

| warnings | none

| era | circa. December 2018

n/a: to the anon who requested more superm stuff, i hope this is to ur liking~ a little bit of background before i start writing some actual scenarios for the team :)

Aria wasn’t quite sure how to function; or how to deal with the fact that she was sitting, legs crossed, back ram-rod straight, in one of the smaller conference rooms with Lee Sooman sitting across from her looking a world more comfortable. 

Taeyong on her left and Lucas on her right, Ten a seat down and Mark beyond that. The plastic seats were less than kind to her aching tailbone, but Aria was mildly (read: incredibly) more preoccupied with the thought that she was wearing a faded hoodie and black workout leggings that were old and worn, sitting in a conference room with Taemin, Baekhyun and Kai. 

She was pretty sure the day couldn’t be going much worse. That was until Sooman's voice snapped her from her inner turmoil and she looked up at the CEO, raising a bottle of water to her lips with a lightly quivering hand.

“Aria, you’ll be joining as their eighth and final member.”

Water rushed down the wrong way in her throat, the muscle spasming as Aria choked and banged a closed fist against her chest. Taeyong’s hand flew to rub circles in between her shoulder blades, patting gently as she heaved, trying to re-catch her breath.

She takes it back. It just got worse. 

“Sir?” Aria wheezed out, taking in a stuttered breath as she looked up from the table to meet the CEO’s eyes. 

“SuperM is a concept group designed to take those that excelled in their respective groups and use that as the foundation to create something bigger. You’ve all made a name for yourself; both within the group and individually.” Sooman took a breath, lifting his hands to drum his fingertips across the wooden table. The dark oak was glazed, and Aria belatedly realized that this conference room was so small as it was the CEO’s personal room. His name was imprinted on the front of the door, gold paint enhancing the grooves made. 

He continued talking, focusing his attention on each individual member from his seat, explaining their ‘roles’ so to speak. Aria caught small snippets, chest still rising a beat too quickly for it to be ignorable and her racing mind building up a cascade of thoughts that were rising up in tandem. 

Baekhyun you will be the leader - Taemin as - I think it’s important, no crucial that you remember - this is not a time for - you’ll understand my expectations in time - a common ground for those that - merging the eras -

Aria flinched violently when her name was called, head snapping away from where it was boring holes into the wall just over Taemin’s shoulder. She had yet to make eye contact with a single one of her seniors, having taken a single glance around the room upon arrival and dropped herself into a near 90 degree bow. 

“What with the incredibly - albeit unexpectedly - positive response that came with your inclusion in the various NCT units, myself and my team think it fitting that you’d belong in a group such as this one. Obviously your English speaking skills are a benefit, although I am not so sure that your accent will be as tolerable to the American media as Mark’s here would be. But I’m getting ahead of myself, we can circle back to that in due time.” Sooman leant back in his chair, resting his arms against his sides. 

He looked satisfied with how the meeting had gone - given that all but one member of the newly established team had signed their agreement into another contract, having handed out a thinly spaced document a few minutes prior. 

Aria sat back, pen cradled in her hand as Sooman shuffled through her contract in his hands, as he had refrained from giving hers out with the others. The CEO dismissed the other members, calling for Aria to remain seated for another few minutes. 

As the seven boys stood from their chairs with muffled screeches from the rubber capped legs on the chairs, Taeyong let a hand brush over Aria’s shoulder once. His face was pinched into something, lip caught between his teeth but Aria waved him off with a smile that didn’t lift her eyes. 

Exiting the room, Mark glanced back over his shoulder catching a glimpse of Sooman already leaning forward in his chair and Aria sitting up straight. Attentive. And then the door swung closed, clicking shut with a soft snick and Mark couldn’t see either of them anymore. 

It had been a week. 

Mark had meant to ask Aria what Sooman had wanted to discuss with her privately, he really had. But between schedules and commuting and a million other things that had appeared on his ‘To-Do’ list overnight; he hadn’t found the time.

Either he crept in to the dorms a few minutes prior to the clock striking twelve with barely enough energy to take a shower, or it was Aria slipping in on light feet, sliding in to her bedroom with a quiet goodnight. 

She had been disappearing more often; despite the fact that Mark was near certain that she didn’t have anymore schedules than the rest of them. Not even Donghyuck had been gone as often as her, and the two of them were prepping for NCT Dream’s next album together.

The thought settled bitterly in Mark’s stomach, so he brushed it aside. A million other thoughts filled the space left; equally as acidic. 

Had she signed in to the group? Had she declined? Was there something else going on that Sooman needed to talk to her about? Was she going solo? Was she leaving them? He knew that she’d been offered the opportunity before - it nearly decimated her and Donghyuck’s friendship - but had she accepted this time? Is that where she was going? Why hadn’t she talked to anyone else about it? Why hadn’t she talked to him? 

His head was full of these thoughts running on a cycle. He tried his best to shake them out. 

The dorms were never full anymore - someone was always gone doing one thing, or practicing another, or discussing something else. 

Mark thinks that this was his least hectic day in the last seven. But it was definitely the most stressful.

His hands were sweating and he rubbed his damp palms against the black material of his joggers, an anxious bounce in his knee. Lucas was leant against the wall beside him, tapping a finger against his thigh. 

Scanning around the room, Mark saw his seniors - his groupmates, as odd as it was to acknowledge - in various degrees of unrest. Taeyong appeared relatively calm, although Mark could recognize the tense set of his jawline and he made a note to remind the leader that he had to stop grinding his teeth unless he wanted to do some damage. 

Ten had his phone in his hand and an earbud in one of his ears, seemingly engrossed in watching a video. Mark could see the dangling headphone jack; unconnected to the phone. The video was paused. 

As for a first practice together, Mark assumed that this was not how it was meant to go. How were they meant to perform together if they couldn’t even start a simple conversation? 

None of the NCT boys had seen the choreography for their first single yet, Mark hadn’t gotten around to asking had his seniors managed to get a sneak peak or not. He didn’t think he ever would, at this rate. 

The practice room was quiet, filled with an unsettled air of anxiousness although that may have just been the younger boys projecting, as Taemin looked entirely unbothered, with Kai leaning over his shoulder. 

Baekhyun’s head snapped up as the door to the practice room was closed, shifting up from his seated position on the floor to greet their choreographer. 

“Ah, hello,” He began, nodding his head in a greeting bow.

“..Hi?” Came a smaller voice than he was expecting. 

“Riri?” Lucas said, pushing himself off the wall. “Hey, you alright?” 

Aria was shifting from her left foot to her right foot, hands twisting the fabric at the end of her hoodie. Taemin tilted his head, and noticed that it was the same hoodie she had been wearing the week previous. 

“What’cha doing here, Ari?” Ten asked, moving to stand closer to the girl. 

“I’m here for - for practice? Right?” Aria turned the questioning on him, glancing at Ten and then turning her gaze on Taeyong. “Right?” 

“For SuperM?” Mark was confused. 

“Yeah?”

Aria had her eyebrows pulled together neatly, staring at Mark, who’s face had crested through about eight emotions in the last second, finally settling on a rather odd mixture of relief and pure, childlike excitement. 

“Mark wha-” She cut herself off with a yelp, hands flying to grip Mark’s shoulders as he tackled her around her middle. “Mark!” 

The boy in question only squeezed her tighter, lifting her off the ground a little. Aria squirmed in his grip, but as soon as Lucas’ arms were added to the equation she went lax, knowing that her chances of escape had just dropped to zero. 

“Dude- oh my god,” Mark was laughing, a light breathy laugh. “Dude I thought you didn’t sign it? What was all the secrecy about?” 

“What... secrecy?” Aria wheezed out. “Mark I can’t breathe-”

“Oh, sorry sorry.” 

Aria was put back down on her feet, but Mark’s arms didn’t leave her middle, choosing instead to tug the girl into a hug. “You kept disappearing, I thought-”

Mark hissed in pain when Aria pinched his hip. “You’re such an idiot.”

“What?”

“You know you can talk to me?” 

His cheeks flushed pink. 

Luckily, Lucas saved him from the conversation, pulling Aria out from Mark’s arms and into his own. This hug was more violent, and Aria was lifted and swung around in a circle once, twice, before demanding to be put back down. 

“We’re in a group together!” Lucas was beaming down at her, and Aria couldn’t help but to grin back. “Yeah we are!”

“Group hug!” Ten yelled, and suddenly Aria found herself in a tangle of Mark and Taeyong and Lucas and Ten’s arms, the four boys hugging her tightly. 

Aria laughed, trying her level best to fit them all in her own hug. They stood there for a minute, arms entangled in a rather terrible mimicry of a knotted ball of yarn. 

“Ah hyung, they’re so cute.”

Taeyong coughed, and the five-person cuddle unraveled quickly. 

Aria spun around to see Taemin, Baekhyun and Kai all standing together on the opposite side of the room. Taemin had a fond look on his face, while Baekhyun had his tongue caught between his teeth to stave off a smile.

“Not to ruin the moment or anything, but does anyone know where our choreographer is?” Jongin peered down at his phone. “It’s been twenty minutes, are we in the right room?”

Aria cleared her throat.

“Uh, about that bit.”

Mark’s head snapped over so quickly he might have given himself whiplash. “Ari?”

“I might? Be your choreographer?” The statement came out more like a question, and Aria spread her hands out in front of her. “Believe me, I’m not quite sure how that one happened either, but if it’s going to be a problem I really have no issue with, like, not doing it? I know I’m the youngest and I don’t want to be rude or anything I-”

Mark tackled her in another hug. Aria was pretty sure her ribs were going to be bruised after this.

“Literally shut up.”

“But!”

“Shut up!” 

“You’ll do a great job, Aria.” Baekhyun smiled over at the younger girl. “Do you have anything prepped, or have you heard the song yet?”

Aria shuffled awkwardly. “I have something? It’s only a rough draft really, and obviously its subject to change because, well you’re all here and whatever suits you best is the best option so,” She took a breath. Taeyong slid over to put a hand on her back, but said nothing, still waiting for one of the older members to take the lead. 

“Can you show us? None of us have seen the demo yet, just Jongin.” Taemin grumbled, poking the boy in question in the stomach. Jongin flicked him back. 

“Uh, yeah? Yeah, I can do that.” 

“Wait wait, Ari. Is that what you were talking to Sooman about?” Mark caught her wrist to stop her from leaving the practice room. She had lost the hoodie a few hours ago, and her hair was pulled back into a sad looking ponytail. Tired and weary, all she wanted to do was take a hot shower and spend the next three hours with her face buried in her pillow. 

But Mark’s question made her stop. “Uh, yeah. Yeah he just wanted to talk to me about my, responsibilities in the group, so to speak.”

If Mark was a little less exhausted and a little more alert, he would have caught the odd phrasing, but he was a lot more exhausted and a lot less alert than on a regular day, so it flew right over his head. 

“Ari, that’s incredible. I’m so proud of you.” He went to pull her into another hug. 

“No! Ew get off what’s with you today! Why’re you so cuddly, get off get off you’re gross and sweaty.” She knocked her hands against his chest to try and get him to move away.

“I’m just proud of you~” He sang, swaying her back and forth. “Was gonna miss you if you didn’t sign with us. ‘Dunno what to do without you in my team.”

Aria’s protests died down slowly, and her fists stopped to rest on his chest. She snorted once, poking him in the chest. “Don’t lie, you just didn’t want to be the maknae, you can’t fool me.” 

“No~” Mark continued to whine. “Really, was gonna miss you.” 

“Okay, okay, you big baby. I’m not going anywhere - you’re going to have to try harder than that to get rid of me. Now let go, I want a shower.”

[sungschans]

sungchan 💙 ‘the past ver. photoshoot’ behind the scenes

[yuzukult]

i’m bad too 01 || kdy & reader

title: i’m bad too - drabble series pairing: kim doyoung x reader genre: angst, fluff, eventual smut, goodboy!doyoung, nerdy!dy (basically he’s a dork) & badgirl!reader word count: 1.6k a/n: since i have two people who hype me up even tho i suck (@ jin-fizz & cutechim ;u;) so i just post too much shit now lol... AND for hansolmates for creating her drabble series cause she inspired me to do one of my own!! since all i’ve been writing lately is bts... here’s some nct lmfao

next chapter →

“I can be bad.”

Two years your senior in university, Kim Doyoung sits across from you in the cafeteria hall, tray with his lunch, donkatsu, paired with a variety of side dishes. He’s supposed to be your boring tutor for a multitude of courses, however, you’ve been finding the sessions enjoyable from the amount of teasing that gets done. 

Kim Doyoung is such a good boy.

“Sure,” You hum, toothpick hanging from your mouth. The piece of wood now damp, a bit soggy if you were being truthful, and leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. “You can be bad. But you won’t, and it doesn’t suit you.” His face drops—all cute and bunny-like—but what you said is true. You’re not challenging Doyoung to be bad, of course not, he’s an angel in your eyes but in comparison to you, he might literally be an angel.

“But… good guys finish last—“

“It’s nice guys, but good try. Why’s it matter anyways? I thought you liked being a good guy.”

In a sense, and maybe in a different scenario, Doyoung wants to be seen as this type of person. He’s the smartest in his class, always ranking top three, and received a scholarship for his studies when enrolling in university. Heavily involved in extracurricular activities, and working as a tutor on top of all that too. He’s what your mom dreams of you bringing home, engagement ring on your finger and the announcement that the two of you are to be wed.

Unfortunately for them, Doyoung would never settle for that. No, he’s your parents’ ideal guy for you when you’re a bad influence to his parents, and to be frank, he’s not your type, but Doyoung is cute. You’d reconsider. That is, if he’s willing.

“Because…” cheeks flushing pink, he turns his head away momentarily, embarrassed in your sight. How this man is two years older than you, you don’t know, because he seems less experienced than you are. “You’re not into good guys.”

Pulling the toothpick from your mouth, you drop it at the corner of his tray, where the trash contents sit. It’s an odd statement that he makes, but he’s not entirely wrong and nor is he right either. Furrowing your brows, you let out a soft chuckle. “And?”

“Why else? I want you to be into me.”

Doyoung’s Instagram is full of boyfriend-esque pictures. They flood your feed (mostly because you follow about five people and he updates frequently compared to the rest), and you can’t help but gawk at how… warm he looks. There’s one photo in particular that you love—a bright toothy smile in an oversized charcoal sweatshirt, white top underneath, while sitting back on what seems like those plastic chairs used for outing events, all with his legs spread apart. You want to double tap and like it, you do, but you’ve mentioned to him before that you don’t use these things because all they do is give a reason for people to be nosy in other people's lives. 

And yet, here you were. With a private Instagram account and no photos, made just so you can see his posts. 

“Oh, he’s cute.”

“What the fuck—“ You snarl, hiding your phone screen whilst glancing over at the anonymous person who eventually shows herself, grin spreading from cheek to cheek. “Naeun, what are you doing here?” 

She buzzes to a tune stuck in her head, pushing her straight jet black hair behind her ear. Naeun is known to be one of the most gorgeous women who currently attends your school, also known as your best friend. She’s every guy’s walking sex dream (including women, and so on… no one gets left out), wearing her signature leather jacket that matches yours, and on a motorcycle that roars when she revs the engine, riding off into the sunset and running over a river of drool. You call yourself the ugly friend in comparison to her—she’s able to sweep anyone of her interest off their feet, practically getting anything she desires. “You know, checking in on you. Haven’t seen you around in a while, nor heard anything about getting in trouble.” She points to the toothpick. “And that. I don’t see a cigarette making a home in the corner of your mouth anymore. What’s up with that?”

“I’m trying to quit,” You mutter, puffing a gust of air to move your hair that blocks your vision. “Wasn't doing me any good.”

Naeun is intrigued. “And who made you come up with that conclusion?”

Sucking in your cheeks, you spit out the wooden stick from your mouth as it drops onto the floor. “Nobody.” You lie through your teeth. “Saw it on a TLC special or some shit. Made me rethink my life or whatever.”

The tenth tutoring session that you had with Doyoung had you heated. He made you feel like an idiot because you didn’t understand what he means when he’s explaining derivatives because in all honesty, you don’t care about those things. You’re not even sure why you’re taking calculus. You’re not even sure if this is the major you want to be in.

So, you slam the door of your bedroom, hauling your ass down the spiral stairs lined with gold and marble, making way to be outside and then pull out a cigarette. When you light it up and get a puff, your nerves are calm, that is until Doyoung stands beside you, completely appalled. “You… you smoke?” Swiftly, he grabs the cigarette from your hand, tossing it on the floor before stepping on it.

“Dude what the fuck—“

“No more of that. You could kill yourself! It’s poison. It’s literally poison and it’s going to kill you gradually and you’re not going to live ‘til 80.”

You admit, he was annoying. But the warning he gave didn’t hit until you started developing these weird feelings for him. He made you want to stay alive until the age of eighty so you could spend all that time with him.

Ridiculous thought, wasn’t it?

Naeun doesn’t believe you and continues to probe further. “Who’s that guy on your phone? You know Boss isn’t going to be a big fan of that. No dating until you’ve completed the task.”

“Is there ever a completed task?” You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. “He keeps asking and wanting more. I can only keep this getup for so long. I need the money so I can finally leave this place for good.”

“Yeah well, there’s a lot of steps involved. Don’t get upset. You know this is what you signed up for. It’s what we signed up for.” 

Doyoung isn’t a jock. That’s for sure. He’s the president of the chess club, co-president of the League of Legends club, and also manages to play competitive tennis in his remaining free time. How does he even have any free time? He’s even tutoring you.

But this—this is news for sure. “I got an internship.” He announces one day, seated beside you in your childhood bedroom. It’s already weird that you haven’t left it and already in college, you personally believe, but Doyoung doesn’t seem to care.

“And?” You snap, but you really want him to tell you more. 

It’s like he reads through you because he continues, dropping his pencil onto the textbook as he leans back in your swivel chair. “I need it before I graduate. It’s my foot in the door so I can get my dream job.”

“Nice.” Why Doyoung tells you this, you’re not really sure, but truthfully, you still want to hear it anyways. Deep down, you want to be a part of Doyoung’s life, even if he’s just your goody-two-shoes tutor, you wished for more. But you can’t. You can’t ask for more. Not from a guy like Doyoung.

“Which means I have to quit the LoL club.” He says casually, as if you’re adding anything else to the conversation. It’s him talking mostly, but you don’t mind. Doyoung has a lovely voice. “And, potentially the chess club. Possibly, this gig too.”

That’s when you stop scribbling doodles onto your scrap paper. This tutoring thing between you and Doyoung would stop. You won’t be seeing him three times a week anymore, family caretaker always doing his duty of handing Doyoung his biweekly checks for teaching you. 

“So what? You’re just not going to tutor me anymore?” You hiss, finally looking over at Doyoung who only supports an apologetic expression on his face. “I mean… I don’t know yet. I’m graduating this year, you know. I can’t just… not do it and have only this on my resume.” 

“Whatever.” Twirling back to your textbook, you turn to the next page. You didn’t want to talk about this. Any potential chance of Doyoung leaving your life can’t happen. He’s the only thing you look forward to recently. If he isn’t tutoring you, then when will you ever see him? “Start the next chapter. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

He sighs, caving into your desperate want to change the subject. “Alright. We’ll move on. Let’s talk about limits.”

“I’m waiting.” Doyoung is sitting patiently, hands in the front pockets of his black trousers. His lunch has gone cold. “I’ve already admitted that I wanted to be the type of guy you’re into. What do you have to say to that?”

What do you have to say to that? Everything. Kim Doyoung is the guy that your mother wants you to bring home. Kim Doyoung is the guy that your family would be highly impressed with. Kim Doyoung is an angel, sent from heaven yet at the same time a punishment from hell for you. 

He’s so out of reach yet so close at the same time.

“That, no matter how much I want this, I can’t have it. You’re too good for me, Kim Doyoung.”

[nakamotens]

when hunting for compliments goes wrong

[yongiverse]

♡: yongie's mirror selcas !!

[kimpsay]

🐇 ૪ ࣪ Chensung✦ 

، ✦ 🤍 ˖࣪ Please like or reblog if u save/use !!𖥔 ׅ۬