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okay but mark… that was lowkey hot

idk whether to focus on mark or haechan who is being a brat as usual

tbh his english was so cute tho

kun showing his support for the dreamies and saying hes proud of them 😭 WE LOVE A SUPPORTIVE FAMILY

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- NCT China

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Baby Don’t Be Mad

Pairings: Johnny x Reader

Words: 1.4K

Genre: some angst, fluff

Short One Shot:

You come home exhausted and already upset, Johnny doesn’t make the situation any better. However, his charms are hard to resist as he begs you not to be mad.

After a long day of class, you walked into your apartment you shared with your boyfriend Johnny. With a sigh you hung your jacket up and dropped your bag on the couch, kicking off your shoes and collapsing on the seat.

“Babe?! Are you home?!” Johnny yelled from his game room. You groaned in protest but dragged yourself to his room. “What’s up?”

“I’m kind of hungry, is there anything for dinner?” he asked without even looking up from his video game.

You frowned, staring at the back of his head. You couldn’t believe what you heard. He was playing video games all day while you were working at school, and he asks you to get dinner!?

You turned on your heel and walked right out the door without a response. It took Johnny a couple of minutes to realize you had left and his head swiveled looking for you. He didn’t try very hard, giving up after never leaving his chair, and went back to his game.

You shuffled around the kitchen clanging pots and pans making as much noise as possible. But still no Johnny came through the door. You sighed and brought a plate full of food to his door, almost tripping over one of Johnny’s shoes that had made its way through the house. “Shit!” you yelled, managing to catch your balance and keep all the food on the plate.

Even more annoyed you stood outside his door ready to enter when you heard your name dropped.

“Oh that’s just Y/N. Yeah I don’t know what she’s doing, probably making a mess as usual,” you heard him chuckle, “She’s been getting cranky lately. Permanent PMS if you know what I mean. Yeah, I don’t know why I still put up with her.”

Your heart dropped as you heard this and you walked back to the kitchen upset and furious that he doesn't appreciate you or the things you do for him. Being the petty person you are you dumped the food in the trash can, grabbed you things, and left.

You only needed a little space and time to think about your relationship, but before you knew it, it was 1 AM and you were sitting in your car eating ice cream. You didn't know where to go, still mad at Johnny you didn't want to see him, but there was nowhere else. Eventually you started the car back up and headed back home.

It was really late and Johnny was starting to get worried about you. You never came to get him dinner, he wasn’t mad or upset, just worried that something went wrong.

About 12 o’clock he logged off his game and peeked outside his door. Feeling wary for some odd reason, he cautiously made his way around the house, but couldn't find you.

“Y/N?! Where are you?” he yelled as he walked around the house. He stopped by the kitchen to throw away his soda can. As he threw out the bottle he noticed the food lying in the trash bin. He frowned and his eyes traveled to the front door where he noticed your shoes, coat, and bag were missing. He looked over at the clock in shock, 12:43 AM. Where were you?!

Now that you had calmed down slightly you tried to enter the building as quietly as possible, hoping to not wake Johnny up. You were still mad and Johnny would for sure know about it, but you weren't mad enough to wake him up. He'd find out soon enough what he did, and he’d pay for it.

“Baby? Is that you?” Johnny shot up from the couch. You were shocked he was still up but still mad so you ignored him, making a beeline for the bedroom.

“Babe? Where were you? What’s wrong?” At this point he knew something was up and he knew better than to pick a fight with you.

“Please talk to me? Was it me? Did I do something? Babe I’m sorry.” He said, begging you to give him the time of day.

But you simply ignored him, brushing past him and heading to the bathroom, slamming the door in his face when he tried to follow you. Not knowing what else to do, he sat down against the door and waited for you to come back out. When you did, you tried not to grin as you watched him fall backwards from all his weight falling on the door.

You wiped whatever remnants of a smile off your face and layed down in bed, turning off the lamps next to you before Johnny even scrambled to his feet. Silence washed over the two of you, he didn’t dare try to talk to you again after he was left hanging the past three times.

In the middle of the night you wake up thirsty, and moved to go to the kitchen, but found Johnny attached to you. His legs tangled in yours and his arm locked you in at the waist. You slipped, letting out a small smile across your face before you shook it off and threw his limbs off yours. He woke with a start only to find you leaving the room.

Johnny quietly followed you to the kitchen and watched as you finished your drink, setting your cup in the sink. Before you could turn around he had you trapped between his arms, his chest pressed so close to yours you could feel every muscle in his body tense up.

“Baby don’t be mad. Please let me make it up to you.” He mumbled into your neck, his breath tickling your ear, making it harder to resist.

You squirmed out of his grip and ducked under his arms, nearly escaping until his arms grabbed your hips from behind. “Shhh. Just stay still, please?”

You gave up, sighing and let him hug you from behind, “Hmmm. I missed you.” A small smile spread on your face.

“You missed me?” It’s times like this that make you forget about everything he’s done, and you just want to sink into his arms. You felt as his head nodded against your neck, slightly swaying the two of you together. “That’s funny, it didn’t seem like you missed me when you were complaining about my permanent PMS earlier.” You mumbled, breaking the mood.

His body tensed behind you as he froze hearing what made you so upset. “Oh, you heard that…?” he sighed, trying to think of a way to explain his situation, “Babe you know that’s not really how I feel about you. If anyone is permanently PMS-ing, it’s me. I was just being stupid and joking around, I really didn’t mean anything.”

The two of you stayed in silence for a while before he moved his head to look at you. His eyebrows were scrunched together and you could tell that he was worried that you were really mad at him. “Babe?” he whispered, scared that you wouldn’t answer.

You let out a big sigh, wiggling out of his arms. He frowned, but loosened his grip, allowing you to turn around and rest your back against the sink so you were facing him. “I’m sorry.”

“What?” his eyes went wide, why were you sorry? His mind jumped to the worst conclusion, thinking that you were sorry because you wanted to end the relationship. “Wait a second, let me make it up-”

“No.” You interrupted him, and you watched as his face fell. “I’m sorry because I kind of was acting cranky all the time. It’s just that I’ve been stressed about school and stuff and coming home to you asking for food and not really acknowledging me kind of hurts you know? I shouldn’t have ignored you, I should’ve just talked to you, I’m sorry.”

Johnny cocked his head as a smile slowly grew on his face, he shook his head and pulled you into a hug. “No, don’t apologize, I was being stupid and rude. I’m just happy you’re not breaking up with me.” He murmured, chuckling a little.

You pushed away from him slightly to look him in the eyes, “Wait, break up? Why would I break up with you over something as stupid as this?” You giggled, “It’s gonna take a lot more for you to get rid of me.”

“Good.” He smiled and reached down for a chaste kiss, “Let’s keep it that way.”

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Sore Loser Pt.1

Pairings: Haechan x reader, Renjun x reader ft. nct dream

Words: 3.5K

Warnings: Language (there is almost always language in my writings), drinking

Synopsis:

Y/N finds herself back in Korea after living in America for four years. Her best friend Haechan has taken her in after an unfortunate circumstance. In doing so he has unintentionally caused a situation that he must fix. Will it go as planned?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“Lee Donghyuck! You’re seriously dead next time I see you!” You were furious with your best friend of fifteen years. You were gripping your phone so tightly that your knuckles were turning white, honestly you didn’t know how you hadn’t thrown it at the wall at this point.

“Hey,” he chuckled nervously, “Calm down.”

“Calm down?! Why would I calm down?! You were in L.A. for a week and you didn’t even tell me! I had to find out through one of my friends and by then you were already gone!”

“I know… but I was busy, there’s no way-”

“Does that matter?! Busy or not you should have told me!” You began to whine, “Hyuck, I’m sick of seeing you through a phone screen.”

There was a deep sigh on the other side of the line, “I know, me too…”

“Then you should have let me know!” You were right back to being pissed at him.

He chuckled, but you could hear a slight twinge of sadness in his laughter. “So… is that threat also a promise that you’re gonna see me soon?”

There was a long pause.

“Hyuck… You know I can’t…”

There was a forced laugh that interrupted, not that there was anything left to say.

“I know… you know technology is really good these days, your shitty wifi on the other hand...”

“My shitty wifi? I’m pretty sure it’s on your end, you look like a blurry potato everytime we face time.”

There was a snort from the other end.

“Well you look like a… a…-” While he was busy trying to come up with a comeback he was interrupted by loud voices in the background.

“Hey Y/N I gotta go, I’ve got to go practice now but I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Yeah…”

“Oh! And you look like a tomato, so who’s laughing now?”

Before you could respond he had already hung up.

“A tomato? That little shit, does he even know what a tomato looks like?” You chuckled to yourself, throwing your phone next to you as you rolled off your bed. Making your way out of your bedroom you couldn’t help but glance at the mirror for a second. You shook your head as a smile crept over your face.

Mr. Jung, Sir

Pairings: Jaehyun x reader

Words: 521

Short One Shot:

Hey guys, this is a little one shot that I wrote a long time ago, and I feel like I needed a little pick me up after the postponement of his drama. Enjoy!

CRASH! Papers were flying everywhere and you were sprawled out on the floor. You were already late for your interview and already a nervous wreck, this didn’t help the situation. You quickly got to your knees, scrambling to get all of your papers.

“I’m so sorry.” A voice from above you said and from the corner of your eye you saw a man in a black suit bend down to help with the mess in front of you.

“That’s all right, it was my fault anyway. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You said, flustered that he was in such close proximity.

“Thank you.” You stuttered out quietly as he handed you the last of the papers.

“No problem, it was my fault too,” the blonde haired man smiled showing his dimples. “Jaehyun.” He said, holding his hand out towards you.

You shuffled the papers to your chest and grabbed his hand with your own. “Y/N.”

“So Y/N,” he said sticking his hands in his trouser pockets, “Where to?”

“Oh… uh...That way.” You said nervously pointing towards the elevators.

“Then shall we?” He said with a slight smile in his voice. You nodded back silently with a blush rushing to your face.

An awkward silence fell between the two of you as you stood in the elevator.

“Ahem.” Jaehyun cleared his throat beside you. “Floor?”

“Oh! Seven, thank you.” You said quietly.

As the elevator reached the seventh floor the two of you made eye contact before quickly turning away.

“Well, we’re here.” he said quickly before hastily making his exit. As he disappeared around the corner you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding in.

Suddenly as if remembering you were also in the elevator, he popped his head through the doorway with a “Sorry, you coming?”

You answered with a quick nod and rushed to trail behind him. Eventually the silence and your journey ended as the two of you went separate ways. A small beep had come from his breast pocket and he pulled out his phone, reading it quickly before returning it to its spot. He let out a sigh and said something about an emergency, indicating that he had to go. With a small smile and a finger pointing in the direction you were going the two of you departed.

With a shaky breath you opened the door to the interview room and you were met with a panel of intimidating board members and the process began.

Halfway through the interview a voice from behind you said, “I’m sorry for the delay, a situation came up.”

A few members stood up and showed their respect. “It’s not a problem at all Mr. Jung, sir.”

He sat down while unbuttoning his suit, grabbing the papers in front of him. “Alright, let’s see here. Ms. Y/N/ Y/L/N, how about we get going again. I want to really get to know you.” He said with a smirk as your eyes met with his, then traveled back down to those dimples you tried so hard not to stare at.

Do You Believe In Fate?

Pairings: Jaemin x Reader

Words: 2.4K

Warnings: some angst, some fluff

Summary:

Fate /fāt/ noun

“The development of events beyond a person’s control”

There’s a plan for every one out there, at least that’s what Jaemin wholeheartedly believes. What happens when fate takes a different path?

Because love is a little difficult, sometimes you have to say goodbye.

collab: for @rvse-hvvck‘s Sometimes Letting Go

“사랑이 좀 어려워”

~Bye My First...

“Do you believe in fate?” You felt the soft rumble of his words vibrate through you as your head rested on your boyfriend’s chest.

“Hmmm?”

“Fate? You know, like people that are destined to be together?”

You nodded in response, eyes still shut, sleep dragging them down. Jaemin tended to do this. It was always well into the night when he decided he wanted to get deep and profound. You enjoyed this side of him just as much as you enjoyed the goofy energizer bunny he was, but you preferred these discussions to happen when you weren’t trying to get well needed sleep.

“Do you?” It came out as a murmur, but Jaemin was listening so intently that there was no way he could’ve missed it.

“Yeah, it brought me to you.” You smiled at his comment, he never failed to make your heart flutter.

Your eyes wandered over the silhouette of your boyfriend, his body language telling you that what you dreaded was in fact reality.

You hadn’t fought in months, but things weren’t right.

You wished you could remember the exact date, you wished you could pinpoint the day that things began to fall apart. Maybe then things wouldn’t be the way that they were now.

It didn’t happen overnight. It was slow, but at the same time it happened so quickly. It snuck up on you.

You could feel it, but you ignored it, for days, weeks, months. Far too long.

It was at some point when there had become a defined line on each side of the bed, yours and his. It was a separation that had come gradually, and without noticing, you had found yourself spending countless nights huddled alone on your side of the bed. The small gap between the two of you had grown, it felt like a canyon, impossible to cross.

It didn’t used to be like this.

The date nights you had once adored, fizzled to an end.

“That one’s Venus… I think.” You giggled at the face Jaemin made, utter concentration. He had studied the constellations just for tonight, but it seemed that no matter how much he tried to focus, his mind was running circles around you.

He gave you a shy smile and peered under his lashes. Rubbing the back of his neck he was quick to admit that he forgot.

“I’m gonna be honest, the only star I see right now is you.”

It should’ve made you cringe. But the smile that accompanied the line was more than enough to make you swoon.

You stared at his side profile, something you could never get used to. You felt the urge to reach out and touch him, to assure yourself that this was real.

Getting caught staring at him, you tore your eyes away, nervously searching the sky for a new constellation, something to get your mind off of him. You hummed to yourself, a nervous habit you had taken up.

He shuffled closer towards you, your heart falling to your stomach. There were no words that could explain how you felt. It was a nervous sickness that made you feel nauseous, but at the same time it was butterflies dancing in the pit of your stomach, dying to be let loose.

Your heart was beating so loudly you were sure that he would notice by now. It was in a matter of seconds that you realized that you were only inches apart now. The specks in his eyes visible, sucking you in.

You gripped the fabric of the blanket below you unknowingly, a way to keep you grounded.

It happened in less than a second, but lasted for what felt like forever. It wasn’t until you felt the lingering faint breaths that you had realized he had kissed you.

He pulled back slightly, taking a glance at your reaction, timidly making eye contact.

“Oh.”

“Oh?” He asked, a slight waver in his voice.

“That was fast.”

He sat back, rolling his head back up towards the sky, a grimace pulling taught over his features. You could see the beginnings of regret accumulating in his posture.

“I’m sorry.”

You bit your lip, trying to find a way to rephrase that.

“Could you do it again? It was too fast, I feel like I may have missed it.” You smiled shyly at the way his eyes popped open, eager to find yours.

Despite his reaction, he didn’t move and you frowned, becoming impatient.

You leaned over and pecked his cheek, watching as a light blush raced across his face.

That was the last time hesitated with you.

The wild nights that you thought would never end, midnight memories that made your heart swell. They left with the rising of dawn.

Your legs rocked in rhythm with his, the swing creaking under the constant movement.

“Do you think that there’s a plan for us?”

“A plan?”

“Yeah, like we were supposed to meet … like do you think there’s someone up there watching us and smiling cause we made it? We found each other?”

“Maybe.” You giggled at the sudden thought, “Maybe they’re laughing at us right now.”

He turned to face you, “Why would they laugh at us?”

“We’re kind of boring aren’t we? Kind of dumb too.” You laughed, throwing your head back, almost falling off the swing set.

“So? We can be dumb and in love.” He pouted at you, head tilted as if waiting for you to argue.

“Yeah, you’re right.” There was a pause. You watched the breath of air condense and then disappear.

“We’re pretty lucky aren’t we?” He was using that tone again, the one where you couldn’t quite tell if he realized he was speaking out loud.

“Yeah.”

The two of sat in silence as he snaked his hand around the chain, grasping yours in his own tightly.

“Let’s go to the beach.”

You couldn’t stop the smile that blossomed on your face.

“Now?”

“Why not?” You laughed at the determined look in his eyes.

“Alright.” Before you could even finish the word, you were dragged to his car, the warmth surrounding you for a moment.

His hand rested on yours throughout the drive, the soft music of the radio leaving a comfortable ambience.

It wasn’t much later that you began to see the horizon fill with water, just the glow of the moon as light.

You felt the car slow to a stop, and the slight squeeze of his hand in yours indicated you arrived.

He gripped your wrist, tugging you to the trunk of his car, already set up from your last date. Together you fell against the pillows, tangling yourselves in the multitude of blankets.

Lingering in each other’s clutches you gazed into the scenery before you, the moon reflecting on the surface of the ocean. Only the sounds of your own breathing and crashing of the waves as background music.

It was some time later when the white glow began to pick up pigment.

The faded orange of the sun started to repress the once hollow black night. It was the only moment in the day that you could look directly at the sun, washing away any of the serene moments that hid in the night. Moments like these.

The comfort of insomniac nights, you would lay staring at the ceiling, talking about your future. They too disappeared with the moon.

“What if we got a dog?” You laughed at his suggestion.

“A dog? Why so sudden? Jaemin you can’t even take care of yourself, how on earth are you going to take care of a dog?”

He flopped backwards on the bed, “That’s what I have you for.” He winked at you, a sly attempt in winning you over.

“Come on, Jeno and his girlfriend just got a dog, they go on cute dates with him all the time. I wanna go on cute dates with a dog.” He whined at you, tugging you into the bed alongside him.

“Then let’s borrow their dog. Taking care of a dog is a lot of work.” You poked his side, not willing to give in. As much as you adored the thought of getting a puppy with Jaemin, you knew how much work it would be.

“A cat then? They aren’t that hard to take care of.” He had turned to face you, trying to catch your attention.

“Jaemin, we’re not going to get a pet just for the sake of getting a pet.” You giggled, staring up at the ceiling and refusing to meet his stare.

“A goldfish?”

“Jaemin.”

“Fine. But a hamster would’ve been really cute.” He pouted beside you and you rolled your eyes at his antics.

Seconds of silence later, you moved to get up, but before you could he wrapped his arms around you.

“Don’t go.” He whispered, trapping you inbetween the sheets, his chest pressed tightly against your back.

You sighed at the sounds of his pleading, it broke your heart to hear him so vulnerable.

“Just for a moment.” You hushed back, not willing to break the mood.

A moment passed, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move.

You felt his hand trail up your back, tracing the line of your spine.

Your eyes searched the night sky, staring past the window at the sparkle of the city below you.

Jaemin’s hand had reached a steady rhythm, slowly lulling you to sleep.

“Do you want to live with me?”

It was such a big step, such a heavy question to have in the middle of the night. But you didn’t doubt your answer for a moment.

“Of course.”

You didn’t need to look at him to see the huge grin overtake his face.

“I want to wake up everyday with you in my arms. I don’t want to have to say goodbye, I don’t want to have to wait a whole day to see you.”

You hummed, finding comfort in his arms that reached around you, only to grip tighter.

“I’m not leaving.”

He rested his chin on your shoulder, following the movement of your eyes, only to land on the face of the moon, watching over the two of you.

The two of you bathed in the moonlight for a moment, it was gone when you woke up.

It was in the moments in which you did nothing in particular that you felt the most content.

You stared down at your boyfriend, his head laying in your lap, his bottom half sprawled across the couch. The TV was playing in the background, not garnering much attention from either of you.

Your fingers ran through Jaemin’s hair, watching his expression soften the longer you continued. He had been silent for a long time now.

It was comfortable, something that you knew was dangerous.

You leaned your head against the back of the couch, closing your own eyes, a wave of relaxation washing over you.

He spoke up quietly, never opening his eyes.

“I think I could stay here forever.”

It wasn’t something uncommon for him to say. He let you know often how much he wanted you to be his eternity, how much he believed you were his forever.

“Me too.” There wasn’t doubt in your voice. You were sure of it, just like you were sure that no matter how many live’s you live, you would find him again.

He rolled onto his side, facing towards your stomach as he cuddle deeper into you.

“Jeno broke up with his girlfriend.”

You opened your eyes, surprised at his sudden admission.

“Really? I thought things were going so well though? They were so cute together.”

He hummed back.

“Is he okay?” You bit your lip, not liking the feeling you got in your stomach.

“Yeah.” It came out raspy, as if he was struggling to say it. “I don’t ever want that to happen to us.”

You tensed underneath him.

“Me neither.”

“Let’s never even think about it, okay?” He tilted his head up to meet your eyes with his. A promise in his gaze.

A loud bang from the TV startled you, and you faced the screen. He continued to stare at you, fighting the growing knot in his stomach.

Contentment isn’t love. Contentment is settling, you don’t settle for love, you fight for love.

But there wasn’t much to fight for anymore.

“I think we’ve had enough.”

You froze, you knew this was coming. In fact it should’ve arrived months ago.

It took all the strength and energy in you to nod. He was right.

You collapsed onto the couch, burying your head into your palms. It still hurt, no matter how much you had expected it.

You felt the couch dip and his body warmth let you know of his presence. Without a word he pulled you towards his chest, engulfing you for what may be the last time.

“I still love you.”

“I know.”

You nuzzled into his neck. If you closed your eyes, it didn’t feel like it was the end.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really.” Words didn’t need to be said or heard. You both knew why.

It would be worse to stay here, struggling together, sucking the energy out of each other. It would be best to end things before you ended up resenting each other. At least you hoped that much.

He continued anyways, a brief silence not strong enough to hold him back. “I don’t know when it happened. It wasn’t something that you did, or didn’t do.”

Head still snuggled into his side, you refused to move.

“I know, it wasn’t either of our faults.”

For a moment he stilled with fear, you could feel it in the way that his arms tensed around you.

“I’m being selfish aren’t I? Is this a mistake?”

You wanted to agree with him, you wanted to say with your whole chest that he was right. He was being selfish. This is a mistake. Why would he ever leave you?

But you couldn’t. It was the right thing to do.

“It’s okay to be selfish.” You forced the lump in the back of your throat down.

Whether he noticed the way your breath hitched in your throat or not, he didn’t care to show it.

“I don’t want to be.” He mumbled into the top of your head, and you savoured the feeling for the last time.

“Do you think they’re looking down at us laughing right now?”

He shook his head, a sad smile on his face.

“You know, I think fate had a different plan for us.”