notnctu

♡ pairing: college!chenle x fem!reader
♡ word count: 953 
♡ genre: drabble, series! angsty ;-;
♡ quote: “ring ring missed call again”
♡ summary: dnyl club, where people who have lost their hearts end up. No one ever knows if someone or something sent them here or if just somehow wander here on their own. Some would say that their hearts were broken, some would say they lost it, some just wouldn’t know how or what to feel in the moment. Past this door, maybe they would be able to mend their hearts, find it, or just make a new one. One by one, each boy stood at the front door of the room, six in total, wondering what was past that door.

♡ a.n: hi hi !! i am author xuxi ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ nd i hope u enjoy reading this and pls do not reupload my moodboard as yours ty <3

She was in the library, like always. Chenle remembered when he first found how much she studied so endearing and sweet and would always respect her space when she needed it. He knew her studies were very important to her, it was one of her quirks that he had fallen for. Because Chenle didn’t focus on his study as much as she did, he had to admit that her habits have definitely influenced him for the better. 

Eventually though, it seemed as though the library was her new home. Text replies from her took longer and longer to receive, she snapped at him more often than not, even if he was just humming a tune. There were even times when Chenle just wanted her to take a break only for her to lash out and blame him for not caring for her grades. 

Slowly, he had stopped going to the library to study with her. Soon enough, her texts become a rare occurrence, she is rarely at her apartment and sometimes Chenle just lies on his bed, his phone hopelessly ringing to see if she would at least answer. 

Ring ring ring ring, missed call again. 

Chenle had gotten used to endless ringing. He resorted to just sending her mini-paragraphs that just reminded her to get some sleep, not over work herself, and remember that he is always just a text or call away. He wonders if he should send them anymore as he scrolls through messages between you two, sighing at how the texts only consist of his bright blue bubbles.

He never questioned their relationship. They were happy, she was just busy. But as the weeks go by, as his own midterms past and as his blue bubble texts continue to pile up in her inbox, he starts wondering if she would ever text him if he never texted her too. 

One day, before his final midterm, he decides to text her something he knows she will at least respond to at one point. 

Chenle: hey, im bringing you snacks, you’re at the library right? same room? 

He has even gotten so used to her extremely late messages, he knows to text her before his own classes or midterms so that he would be able to get a response while he was distracted doing other things. After spending a two whole hours on his math midterm, he isn’t surprised to see that she had only responded twenty minutes ago. 

Her: yea, ty babe <3 

At least she still had the effort to add the heart, he sighed to himself, using his fingers to count how many days it’s been seen they have seen each other. Realizing it has been a whole two weeks, he starts pondering if now is finally the time to address the problem. 

But he still could barely tell if this even was a problem. His friends would always tell him that he’s barely in a relationship, that she didn’t even try to spend time with her, that he was just being dragged along. They always told him he deserved better, but Chenle could never consider that thought, believing there was no such thing as ‘deserving better’. 

He thought about her smile, how cute her dimples were. He remembers how amazingly warm she was when they cuddled, how her laugh would light up an entire room. He remembered how much he admired her dedication and motivation. Whether it be something as small as cooking dinner for the two of them one day or planning an entire weekend trip together. Now he wonders if she even eats dinner anymore.

As he is walking through the library and up the stairs to her favorite study room, he can’t even recall the last time they had dinner together. But he still remembers where that dreaded room was, where they would fight, where she would sit alone, making him worry if she was eating her meals or if she was freezing from the ac. 

“Hey,” he tried to smile at her as he opened the door to the study room. “You ready for a small break?” 

He’s only met with a simple nod. He sighs to himself again, reminiscing on how he used to find this scene so adorable. He loved how she was organized. He remembered how she had to have her computer and books lined up perfectly and her pencil bag be parallel on the left side of her laptop. It was so particular and neat, and her cute pastel stationary and stickers on her laptop added to the adorableness. But today, it was just the same agonizing scene that he hated seeing over and over again.

She raised her eyebrow at him, taking out one of her airpods. He hadn’t seen her eyes stare into his for so long that he almost felt overwhelmed. 

“Is there something you need?” She asks, and he realizes that she didn’t even hear his greetings. 

“Oh, nothing, I just thought maybe you could use a break, I just finished my midterm today too.” The conversation sounded so unfamiliar, almost as if you guys had only met today. 

“Babe, you know I can’t. I have my midterm in three days.” She sighs, feeling stressed and he couldn’t tell if it was because of him or the material. 

“I mean, how about for just a few minutes, we haven’t seen each other in two weeks.” He tries again, but his sweaty palms can already feel her anger coming. 

“Chenle, please, I promise we can do whatever you want after finals okay?” She’s frustrated, he can hear in the huff of her voice. 

“You said that last finals week.”

And the silence stays for a while. 

honeymark

𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 | 서영호

Every relationship comes with a story. This is ours.

𝐒𝟎𝟏 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟎𝟑; in which you & Johnny tell your respective sides of your love story.

viewers, if you’d like to be added to the taglist for this series, please let me know! thank you so much! ㅡ soojin, the p.d.

# 𝑫𝑼𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 :: ~11 minutes (2.0k words).

# 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 :: swearing, insecurity, mental health challenges.

『 The video opens with a shot of Johnny walking into the studio and stopping to hold the door open for Y/N. The set is white with two white chairs facing across from each other, a white table, a white set of earbuds, and a white set of noise-cancelling headphones. Johnny sits in the chair to the right, while Y/N sits in the chair in front of him. 』

• Johnny: (sticks his hand out) “Haven’t seen you around before. You come here often?”
• Y/N: (shakes her head) “It’s my first time, actually.”
• Johnny: (shakes her hand vigorously) “Nice to meet you. You know, you’re pretty cute! You got a boyfriend?”
• Y/N: (chuckles) “Yeah, but he doesn’t need to know about this.”
• Johnny: (dramatically drops her hand and gasps)

“Can you introduce yourselves?”

• Johnny: “My name’s Johnny Suh, I’m 26 years old, I make videos on YouTube, and I’m Y/N’s boyfriend.”
• Y/N: (smiles) “I’m Y/N, I’m 25 years old, and I’m Johnny’s girlfriend.”

“How long have you been dating?”

• Johnny: “4 years?”
• Y/N: (nods) “4 years.”

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honeymark

𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 | 黄仁俊

Every relationship comes with a story. This is ours.

𝐒𝟎𝟏 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟎𝟐; in which you & Renjun tell your respective sides of your love story.

viewers, if you’d like to be added to the taglist for this series, please let me know! thank you so much! ㅡ soojin, producer.

# 𝑫𝑼𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 :: ~16 minutes (3.2k words).

# 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 :: swearing, alcohol consumption.

『 The video opens with a shot of Renjun walking into the studio, hand-in-hand with Y/N. The set is white, with two white chairs seated across from each other, a white table, a set of white earbuds, and a set of white noise-cancelling headphones. Renjun takes a seat in the chair to the right, while Y/N sits in the chair across from him. 』

• Y/N: (sighs) “I’m kinda nervous.”
• Renjun: (chuckles) “Same, but I think we’ll be fine.”
• Y/N: “What if our stories are different?”
• Renjun: (shrugs) “Well, it’s still our story, right?”
• Y/N: (smiles) “You’re right.”

“Can you introduce yourselves?”

• Renjun: “Hi, my name’s Renjun. I’m 21 years old, and I’m a performing artist.”
• Y/N: (waves at the camera) “I’m Y/N, I’m also 21 years old, and I’m studying to become a social worker.”

“How long have you been dating?”

• Renjun: “…1 year? 2?” (pauses) “Should we count the first year?”
• Y/N: (nods) “I think we should.” (smiles) “Technically, we’ve been together for 2, but we didn’t actually start liking each other until after the first 6 months.” (pauses, glances at Renjun) “Does that sound right?”
• Renjun: (nods) “Yeah, sounds right. I didn’t like you at all until after 6 months.”
• Y/N: (pauses) “Wait, really?”

『 Renjun laughs before sliding forward in his seat and pressing a quick kiss to Y/N’s lips. 』

• Renjun: “I’m joking, baby.”

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gohyuck

part 1 | part 2

pairing: single father!surgeon!na jaemin x surgeon!reader

genre: fluff & angst & smut

word count: 20.7k

warnings: may be numerous inaccuracies pertaining to surgeries and how hospitals are run; descriptions of surgical procedures and things such as blood and broken bones; alcohol consumption; mildly graphic depiction of a seizure; mentions of minor character death; a tumor; some asshattery on jaemin’s part; drunken fingering, masturbation; mentions of eating out

glossary: link 

playlist: link 

MAKE SURE TO READ PART ONE FIRST!

You’re fucked. 

This much is evident. It’s quite late when Jaemin leaves your house, whispering a ‘goodbye’ into your hair. Extracting yourself from his warm embrace takes everything you have within you, and even then you stand outside, watching him pull away from your house and drive off into the night. You stay there for longer than is necessary, and longer than he exists within your line of sight. You’re screwed. Whipped. Floored. You’re fucked. 

It’s easy for you to see just how absolutely enamored you are with Jaemin, with the way he expresses himself using his eyebrows and how leans into his laughter, with how hooded his eyelids get sometimes when he’s deep in thought, the way he understands just how to let you know that he’s listening, that he’ll always be listening to you. It’s harder for you to admit this to yourself, which is why you find yourself in a Walmart at half past three in the morning. 

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gohyuck

part 1 | part 2

pairing: single father!surgeon!na jaemin x surgeon!reader

genre: fluff & angst, there will be smut in part 2

word count: 27.7k

warnings: may be numerous inaccuracies pertaining to surgeries and how hospitals are run; descriptions of surgical procedures and things such as blood and broken bones; alcohol consumption; minor character death; mentions of fires and car crashes and cancer and seizures and freak accidents resulting in death  

glossary: link

playlist: link 

special thanks to @neostruck​ @jensungf​ @neocitybynight​ @txtdiaries​ @waithyuck​ for reading through my bs and motivating me to keep going <3 alright,,, here goes nothing.

You hadn’t thought through volunteering with kids. 

There’s definitely glitter in your hair and glue staining the edges of your jacket sleeves, but you can’t afford to lament either of those things right now. You’re far too strained trying to keep busy a pair of 4 year old twins who, through twin telepathy or otherwise, have simultaneously decided that they’re bored with making crafts on paper and would much rather transfer their beautiful artwork to the walls surrounding them. As you manage to convince the two boys - Jimin and Taehyung are their names, you remember distinctly - that the walls might get their revenge and they shouldn’t risk it, you catch a little girl dumping an entire bottle of glitter glue out onto a paper plate out of the corner of your eye.

She misses the plate, but at least a decent amount of the tile floor of the library’s arts & crafts room is a stunning cool blue now. The girl finds this absolutely delightful, clapping her hands together haphazardly at the mess - sorry, masterpiece - she’s made. The other girl - Dahyun? - sitting beside her finds it equally as brilliant, going so far as to squat down and stick her entire right hand into the glitter glue. Luckily, your co-volunteer Jennie sees the imminent disaster coming from a mile away, swooping in just before the girl starts to eat what she must see as a tasty blue curiosity. 

You volunteer at the library because you love the kids, you tell yourself as you ferry the twins back to their seats. Taking care of them provides a great way to destress from your otherwise crushing workload. Your days off from the hospital are few and far between, but when they exist, you do your best to spend them volunteering. They really are angels, and you can’t imagine a better way to spend your time. 

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honeymark

𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 | 이민형

Every relationship comes with a story. This is ours.

𝐒𝟎𝟏 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟎𝟏; in which you & Mark tell your respective sides of your love story.

viewers, if you’d like to be added to the taglist for this series, please let me know! thank you so much! ㅡ soojin, the producer.

# 𝑫𝑼𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 :: ~13 minutes (2.6k words).

# 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 :: swearing, alcohol consumption.

『 The video opens with a shot of Y/N walking into the studio, hand-in-hand with Mark. The set is completely white, with two white chairs seated across from each other, a white table, a set of white earbuds, and a set of white noise-cancelling headphones. Y/N takes a seat in the chair to the right, while Mark sits in the chair across from her. 』

“Can you introduce yourselves?”

• Mark: (points to Y/N) “You wanna go first?”
• Y/N: “Sure.” (waves to the camera) “Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m 23 years old, and I’m working to become a journalist.”
• Mark: (waves to the camera) “Hi, my name’s Mark. I’m also 23 years old, and I’m an aspiring author.”

“How long have you been together?”

• Mark: (glances at Y/N) “Almost 2 years now, right?” 
• Y/N: (nods) “It’ll be 2 years next Monday.”

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4neoc1ty

I ALWAYS CRY WHEN I READ THESE

honeymark

𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃

⧏ jaehyun x fem!reader ⧐

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, angst, college!au.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: smut, alcohol consumption, swearing.

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐬:

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬:

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a promiscuous basketball star finds his carefree world turned upside down when he crashes the winning team’s afterparty. a series about unexpected relationships, broken bonds, and the quintessential struggles of college life.

⇢ click 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 to be added to the taglist! updates will be posted every MWF at 12am ET, starting on 06/25/2021.

honeymark

〔 𝟎𝟐:𝟏𝟑𝐩𝐦 〕 “can i join you?”

you jerk at the sudden voice, your elbow nearly knocking your fresh cup of cold brew all over your lap. physics had completely taken over every nook and cranny of your mind, so much so that you hadn’t noticed your best friend walking up to the table you were sitting at. the shock on your face is met with a lighthearted grin.

“sorry for scaring you,” jeno chuckles, as he plops himself down in the seat across from you. you can’t help but admire the way the sunlight kisses his features. it’s almost unreal how handsome he is, how his hair falls so perfectly on his forehead, how warm and inviting his eyes are.

it hits you a little too late that those same eyes are staring into yours, and before you’re even able to stitch together a last minute excuse, he brings his face just a few centimeters away from yours. “take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he teases, his voice just a feather above a whisper.

“you have something on your face,” you blurt out, your voice surprisingly steady for how fast your heart is beating. you carefully wipe away at an imaginary eyelash on his cheek before resuming your study session and praying that the jumble of equations written in your notebook will distract you from the heat spreading across your cheeks.

you hate yourself for always getting so worked up whenever you were with him. you hate yourself for stealing glances at him whenever he’s not looking, and especially when he catches you staring.

but most of all, you hate yourself for getting your hopes up.

best friends to lovers?

that shit only happens in the movies.

jeno x reader | g: angst (?) | wc: 0.2k | tw: none | au: college

tagging: @keytomythoughts @chakrasanddrugs @ficsingeneral @wjsszns @afterourspring @svng-chan @doderyscoffee @minkyungstudies @fakektexts @quintessentialing @littleteafawn @galaxyjisung

© 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏. 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃.

kireijae-deactivated20250313

𝘮.𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

pairing: jaemin x gn!translator!reader
genre: social media au, enemies (sort of) to friends to lovers, basically idiots to idiot lovers, humour, fluff, slight angst
summary: jaemin attempts to convey his feelings for y/n, nct dream’s translator. his only mistake was that he used a kindergartener’s tactic and now needs the help of the dreamies. desperately.
warnings: swearing

author's note: this is my first social media au so feedback is welcome as long as it's respectful! lmk if you want to be added to the taglist! i will try to update every week :)

change of plans with the update schedule! i’ll be posting every week on fridays and when i can i’ll upload a second time during the week, so if i’m ahead on my writing by a bit i’ll spoil y’all and post twice!

intro
part i: "who let him have twitter?"

more coming soon...

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saturnznct

your daughter is sick | qian kun

so,,,,, i am so sorry for the inactivity recently. i’ve had end of year exams at school (which determine whether or not i get to stay on the course) and i’ve had some bad news about my dogs health etc. my exams are over now, so i should hopefully be able to write more often! thank you all very much for always being so patient and understanding! hope you like this! apologies if it is a bit short

nct masterlist (lnks added later)

‘She’s sick?’ Kun echoes your words down the phone, eyebrows knitted together, mouth open in surprise, ‘she seemed ok when I kissed her goodbye this morning.’

‘I know, it just came out of nowhere,’ you run your hands through your hair, ‘after you left, she refused to eat her breakfast and now she’s curled up in bed with a temperature and a cough. Is it possible for you to come home? She really wants her daddy.’

‘I’ll see if I can. My poor girl. I’ll call you back.’

Kun absolutely hated it when his daughter was unwell. Li-wei was his only child, his angel. You saw it in their relationship, Li-wei was 100% a daddy’s girl. As soon as she began feeling even slightly sick, she had whined and begged for Kun.

Kun’s hand fell down his face, until it was resting on his chin, as he thought about the next thing to do.

He left the bathroom in search of the members, who he imagined were still in the dance studio stretching or scrolling on their phones.

‘I’ve got to go home,’ he announces loudly, already beginning to gather his jacket and other things together.

‘What, why?’ Hendery asks.

‘Is everything ok?’ Xiaojun adds, eyebrows knitted together in concern.

‘Li-wei is really unwell.. she’s apparently asking for me.’

‘Oh I get it,’ Yangyang nods, ‘Julia is so whiny when she’s sick.’

‘Kyla is exactly the same,’ Ten grumbles, ‘and I mean Charlie couldn’t give less of a shit about me when she’s sick, but-‘

‘Bye!’ Kun yells, quickly pulling open the door and practically slamming it in his haste.

Kun drives home as quickly as possible. It’s past rush hour, so there is hardly any traffic around, making it easy to get home.

‘Baby? Li-wei?’ He calls out gently, worried that either one of you could be asleep.

‘We’re in here,’ he hears you from your bedroom.

When Kun enters the room, the two of you are curled up in the middle of your kingsized bed, Li-wei hardly visible under a mountain of tissues and a sippy cup.

‘Daddy,’ Li-wei mumbles when she spots him in the doorway.

She holds her arms up weakly, indirectly asking for cuddles from him.

Kun drops his bag on the floor, tugging his hoodie off. He pouts and sighs, crawling onto your bed and pulling his three year old into his arms.

‘I’m here now,’ he strokes her hair, kissing her cheek.

From where you were just laying on your back, you shuffle so that you’re laying on your side, looking at Kun.

’Thank you for coming home,’ you whisper, ‘I hope they weren’t mad you had to leave.’

‘Nah, they didn’t mind. I think they understood, to be honest.’

Your heart melts at the sight of Li-wei, pink nosed and clinging to Kun’s shirt.

‘How are you feeling angel?’ Kun’s heart breaks at the sight of his little girl’s discomfort.

‘My nose is… stuff.’

‘Your nose is stuffy?’

The small girl nods, ‘And it’s hot. The back of my mouth… hurts.’

‘Ah my poor baby,’ Kun kisses the side of her head multiple times, ‘has Mama given you some medicine?’

Li-wei just nods, fiddling with the ear of her toy elephant.

‘She didn’t enjoy it very much,’ you half grumble, and Kun can imagine the fight it was to convince her to take the strawberry flavoured liquid.

‘I can imagine,’ Kun laughs dryly, picturing your struggle.

’Tasted icky,’ Li-wei weighs in, ‘Mama said strawberry. It was not strawberry.’

‘It was strawberry flavoured!’ You splutter, ‘I didn’t lie!’

‘Mummy/mommy is just terrible, isn’t she?’ Kun says in an attempt to tease you, and you deliver a soft kick to his shin. Kun just laughs, continuing to stroke Li-wei’s hair.

Li-wei has no reaction, which is out of character for her, since she usually giggles.

‘You’re really unwell, aren’t you?’ Kun glowered, a dull pain settling in his chest at the sight of his poor daughter.

Li-wei sniffs and nods weakly, ‘sick.’

‘I know sweetheart… Is there anything you want? We can watch a movie?’

‘I wanna nap,’ she mumbles, shifting her head around on Kun’s chest to get more comfortable.

’As you wish princess.’

Kun gets comfortable himself, slinging his arms as far as he can physically reach around you both.

‘Goodnight my loves.’

Li-wei wakes up about two and a half hours later in a cold sweat.  She had shook Kun awake, nose running and eyes watering.

‘Are you alright?’ Kun had asked, half asleep.

‘I’m too hot,’ she complains, ‘I’m sweating.’

‘Okay sweetheart, do you want me to get you a drink?’

’Yeah,’ Li-wei croaks, throat obviously dry.

‘Ok my angel, I’ll be right back.’

Kun makes the water as quickly as physically possible, coming back and giving it to Li-wei. She gulps it down in copious amounts, putting down the cup with a loud sigh.

’Is that a bit better?’

‘A bit,’ she mumbles, ’it’s too hot here.’

‘Do you wanna go sleep in your bed?’ Kun asks, knowing it could be a lot cooler in there.

‘Will you come with?’

‘I’ll have to see if I can fit, but I’ll try,’ Kun chuckles, ‘come on my baby, let’s carry you to your own bed.’

Kun carries Li-wei into her bedroom, gently placing her in her bed.

‘Let’s get some fresh pyjamas,’ Kun suggests, ‘get those sweaty ones off.’

He opens her pyjama drawer, pulling out some plain white and yellow ones. The shirt was short sleeved and the bottoms only reached the knees.

Kun helped Li-wei change into the fresher pyjamas, and she lays back down on her back, getting into a comfortable position to sleep.

‘Don’t leave,’ she mumbles, ‘I don’t want to be by myself.’

‘Ok Li,’ he curls up beside her, but at a distance to not bombard her with even more body heat.

When you woke up, you were extremely confused, wondering where your husband and daughter had disappeared to.

You initially checked in the living room, thinking that maybe they had gone to watch TV as to not wake you up. When you realised the room was empty, you call Kun’s name, but to no avail.

You venture back up the stairs, poking your head around Li-wei’s bedroom door. And that’s when you saw them, curled up together. You can hear Li-wei’s whistling breathing through her stuffy nose.

Kun is also fast asleep, looking possibly the most peaceful you’ve ever seen him, likely knackered from the weeks on end of practice.

Seeing no room to lie down for yourself, you reluctantly tiptoe out of the room, going downstairs to prepare chicken soup for the both of them, as Kun will inevitably fall sick too. But you know he doesn’t mind.

mafia-nct

Genre: Mafia!AU, Mafia member Taeil, Street racer Taeil, Fluff, Angst
Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of illegal activities, Mentions of guns and drugs
Word Count: 3.8k
Description: When a mission goes south, Taeil is obligated to use a different kind of racing to save himself. Luckily for him, he meets his saviour who’ll occupy his mind for the rest of his life.

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3

TAEIL’S POV

Taeyong was going to kill him.

Taeil went over his boss’ head when he decided to play Superman. He lied to his boss, went on a mission by himself, got noticed by enemies, had a car chase around the city, dragged part of the crew into it and he never told Taeyong anything. He broke many rules and although he didn’t regret any of it, he’d prefered to be kicked out of the mafia. Taeyong’s wrath was something else.

“Go,” said Taeil, “I’ll be right behind you.”

“We’ll try to tame him.” Winked Lucas before putting his helmet on.

“Speak for yourself,” defended Xiaojun, “he’s scary as shit when he’s mad.” The youngster turned to Taeil. “I love you Capo, but I’d like to keep my head attached to my body.”

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dejvns

bf!sungchan x reader | wc: 0.7k | g: fluff | tw: illness.

⇢ dedicated to: anonymous ♡ thank you so much for requesting! i hope you enjoy this timestamp 🥺

〔 𝟏𝟎:𝟒𝟕𝐚𝐦 〕 sungchan hasn’t seen you since he came down with a cold a few days ago, and while he understands the need for distance more than anyone (the last thing he wants to do is get you sick too), he can’t help but surrender to the loneliness settling in his heart.

he misses you ㅡ your voice and the way his name takes shape on your lips, your laugh and the way your features scrunch up when he tells an especially “clever” joke, your hands and the way they fit right into his. he considers calling you, but he knows that you’re busy and that you’d come to him immediately if he asked. though he appreciates how special you make him feel, he’d rather endure your absence than bother you with his clinginess. 

which is exactly why he’s so shocked when he sees you standing over him after he finally wakes up from his fourth nap of the day. 

“y/n?” he calls out, blinking his vision to focus as he pushes himself upright. “wait, am i dreaming right now?”

“no, but i can pinch you if you need further convincing,” you joke, offering a sympathetic smile as you sit down next to him. “how’re you feeling?”

“tired,” he admits, before taking your hand in his and bringing your fingers up to his lips in a chaste kiss. “i missed you a lot.” 

“i missed you, too. i would’ve come sooner if you asked, you know,” you tell him as you run your unoccupied fingers through his hair. 

he nods, and he closes his eyes as he leans against the soft weight of your hand. it might be the most minuscule of touches, but it’s more than enough to satisfy the itch of desire. “i know,” he sighs, quietly. “i wanted to, but i also didn’t want to bother you.”

“asking me to come over will never count as ‘bothering’ me.” you scoot closer to him and wrap your arms around his neck in a light hug, but the tender sentiment dissipates the second your forehead touches his. “babe, you’re burning up. did you take any medicine today?” you ask, trying to keep the panic at bay as you check his forehead with the back of your hand.

“no, i haven’t gotten out of bed yet,” he confesses, sheepishly pulling his blanket up to his face.

“that’s okay. i’m glad you’ve been resting up,” you say, gently. you reach down for your bag and rummage through the contents, eventually pulling out a bottle of water and a packet of cold medicine. “i got this from the pharmacy on the way here. take it and try to sleep some more, okay?”

“thank you,” he murmurs. he takes the remedy as soon as you hand it to him, but his fingers linger, even after he’s forced the medicine down with an audible gulp. he leans over to set the bottle on the nightstand, but not before trying to steal a kiss from your lips. 

you instinctively jolt back, almost as if you’d sizzle under his body heat. “no kissing until your fever goes down,” you tell him, holding your hand flat against his chest.

“waitㅡno! don’t take kissing away from me!” he cries, his voice crescendoing into boyish petulance. his hand tightens around yours, so much so that you start to loose feeling in the tips of your fingers, but you know that it’s unintentional and that he’s just being a little more spoiled than usual. 

“i mean it, jung sungchan,” you say as you guide him back under the covers. the tone of your voice is a little less firm than you’d hoped for, but from the way he lets out an almost guttural sigh, you can tell that he’s taking you seriously. 

“fine,” he mumbles, sinking his face into his pillow. he lets out another deeply exaggerated sigh before shifting his position to face you directly. “just…don’t go anywhere, okay? my fever’s gonna go down SO fast, and as soon as it does, i’m going to kiss you. probably more than once. probably a lot, actually.”

“don’t keep me waiting too long,” you grin, heat spreading across the apples of your cheeks as if you’ve been infected with a fever, too.

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〔 𝟎𝟕:𝟏𝟔𝐩𝐦 〕 “but he keeps eating and sleeping on my bunk, i don’t understand!”

jaemin brushes a stray hair from his face as he finally finishes his 8 minute-long rant about his youngest roommate. he doesn’t usually complain for this long, but it’d been nearly two weeks since the last time he came to visit, so it’s not too surprising that he has a lot to share with you.

he sips on what’s left of his coffee as he packs away the leftovers of the picnic he’d spent all morning preparing. he double checks to make sure that all of the containers are completely sealed; you’d always tease him about that one time he left the lid ajar and food got all over the inside of his bag. sometimes he found it annoying, but he knew he’d forget if you didn’t remind him, so he’s always half-grateful. 

“i’m sorry i haven’t been able to see you much lately. exams are coming up, and i’m not doing too well in my classes right now so i’ve been studying really hard,” he says, huffing a light chuckle. he knows that you’re okay with it; you’d always push him to do his best in school before anything else ㅡ you’re the more mature one in that way ㅡ but of course he’s still apologetic for not paying as much attention to you as he feels like he should. after all, you’re one of the most important people in his life, but he knows he hasn’t been making you feel that way.

an unexpectedly intense gust of wind disrupts his train of thought as it starts blowing away the bouquet of roses he had gotten for you. he mumbles a curse as he pushes himself upright and runs for it it. 

“i should’ve gotten you a bigger bouquet,” he jokes, fixing the cellophane as he places the flowers in front of you. the crisp of the fall air sends a chill down his spine as he combs his fingers through his hair.

you don’t respond.

“i hope you’re not too cold, i know how much you hate the colder weather,” he says as he zips his jacket, rubbing the thin material against his arms in attempt to warm himself up.

you don’t respond.

“the boys talk about you a lot, i’ll bring them with me next time,” he says, the line of lamp posts in the distance catching his eye as they flicker on one by one. he can’t help but smile; you’d always marvel about how unusually satisfying it was to watch them light up. 

damn, he misses those times. 

you don’t respond to him ㅡ you haven’t in months, even when he breaks down and screams your name and begs for you to give him some kind of sign to let him know that you’re there with him. he’s starting to forget the sound of your voice, the taste of your lips, the scent of your warmth.

“it’s really lonely without you here, y/n,” he finally murmurs, his voice a feather above a whisper as he scoots closer to you. both hands trail along the surface of your grave marker, his fingers trembling against the hard metal. tears plop onto the cold plaque like droplets of rain as he caresses the outline of your name. 

“i miss you, y/n. i miss you so much.”

today marks half a year since your passing, but each day never gets any easier for the boyfriend you left behind.

© 𝐝𝐞𝐣𝐯𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

mistymark

the one with the ex boyfriend. [mark]

summary: you and your ex boyfriend, mark, take part in a video interview surrounding your past relationship.

based off of ‘the exes confronting each other’ seventeen series by @skydivingstars

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[The video begins with a bare set. Both the wall and the ground are grey, save for the two black spinning stools in the middle of the screen, only a metre or two apart.]

[Two people walk in, from opposite sides of the screen, gently taking a seat on the stools. They give each other awkward smiles, both nervously fiddling with the caps of their drink bottles before placing them on the floor.]

[We’re currently doing a series on exes and past relationships. I believe your mutual friend asked you to do this? Okay. Well, we’ll just be asking a few questions. If at any time you feel uncomfortable, or if you just need need a break, just let us know. We can skip a question or edit a section out if you would like. Ready?]

[Could you introduce yourselves and your relationship?]

[Y/n is biting her lip, zoning out.]

Mark, shyly raising his hand slightly as if he were in a class: uh, I’m mark. y/n’s ex boyfriend.

Y/n, suddenly zoning back in: I’m y/n. mark’s ex girlfriend.

[And how did you meet?]

Y/n, smiling at the memory: orientation week in freshman year.

Mark, nervously giggling: I, uh, ran into her during the club sign-up-

Y/n: literally ran into me. I dropped my coffee!

Y/n, beaming at the camera: but don’t worry, he was super sweet and offered to buy me a new one.

Mark, scratching the back of his neck: I saw it happen in a movie once

[Y/n looks to the side at him, their eyes meet and they both send each other small smiles as if sharing a private joke.]

[When did you first realise you were interested in each other?]

Y/n, trying to stop herself from smiling: pretty much straight away, actually.

Mark, shyly: really?

Y/n, briefly glancing at him before focusing on the camera: he was cute and he bought me a coffee. of course, I wanted to get to know him a bit more, but, you know-

Mark, refusing to look at Y/n: I, uh, I honestly didn’t think I had a shot with her after I spilt her coffee

Mark: but when I bought a new one for her, she was really nice about it

Mark: and I, um, wanted to ask her out

[And did you?]

Y/n, straight away: no

Mark, scratching the back of his neck: er, no, I didn’t

[So Y/n asked Mark out?]

Y/n: um, no, not exactly

Mark: our friends, they knew we liked each other

Y/n: they left a note at my apartment that was asking me out on a date and they signed it from Mark with his number

Mark, doing air quotes with his fingers: I got the same note “from Y/n” with her number

Mark: I texted her first, though

Y/n, dryly: oh yeah, you really took a leap of faith there

Y/n: does sending nothing but emojis even count as texting?

[Mark tries to kick her stool from where he’s sitting.]

[Why did you break up?]

[There’s silence for a moment. They both speak at the same time.]

Y/n: we were too busy

Mark: too busy

[They both say ‘too busy’ at exactly the same time. They look surprisedly at each other, shocked they said the same thing at the same time.]

Y/n: we’d been dating for-

[She turns to look at Mark.]

Y/n: just over two years?

Mark, nodding: yeah, 2 years and 4 months I think.

[She offers him a grateful smile before turning back to the camera.]

Y/n: we’d been dating for over two years and we were in our junior year of college and we both got really busy.

Mark: we both had internships and side jobs and studying. and then there was a lot of family stuff, too.

Y/n: it was really difficult to find time for each other, and we missed our two year anniversary.

Mark, glancing at Y/n for confirmation: I think that was the… first time? we thought something was wrong.

Y/n, nodding: yeah, first time for me.

Y/n: it sucked having to break up when you never even lost interest in the person

Mark, nodding: yeah

Mark: it felt like- it felt like you’d gone overseas or something. like we were still dating and I just never saw you. it didn’t register straight away that we weren’t together.

Y/n, smiling at him sadly: yeah. I felt the same.

[Zoom in on Y/n]

Y/n: I think I cried for a week when we called it off.

[The camera zooms out to show Mark staring at Y/n, his expression unreadable.]

[What did you love most about each other?]

[Again, neither of them answer straight away.]

[Mark clears his throat.]

Mark: I don’t think there is just one thing.

[Y/n is surprised by this answer - she clearly had one thing she planned on saying. She listens to him talk.]

[Zoom in on Mark]

Mark, blushing: I kinda- I thought Y/n was perfect.

[The camera pans to Y/n, who is blushing, too.]

Mark: she, um, she was perfect to me, at least. I loved everything about her.

[He turns to see her reaction, and finds comfort in her expression. They both smile at each other, though it’s clear they’re both deep in thought.]

Y/n: I loved how in touch he was with himself.

[Mark laughs briefly at her answer.]

Y/n: like, he knew exactly what he wanted to be when we first met and he strived to become that person. I thought it was very admirable.

[It is obvious that she’s being sincere due to the blush on her face.]

[What did you hate about each other?]

Mark: the schedule

Y/n, laughing loudly: oh, god, the schedule

[The schedule?]

Mark, now laughing, too: we had this, like-

Mark, turning to Y/n for help: what even was it?

Y/n: like, a system, I guess? we had this calendar thing where you put your activities and meetings and stuff in - obviously we just had work and classes and stuff - to see when the other was free.

Y/n: we found that, most weeks, the only time we were able to meet was before 8am on a Monday or after 9pm on a Thursday

Mark: because, half the time, we were studying or working or had training sessions or something until late at night

Y/n: we had a schedule so on Monday mornings I’d pick Mark up at 7:30 with a coffee ready and drive him to his morning class

Mark: and I’d pick her up from her Thursday shift at work and we’d hang out then.

Y/n: it was so weird - having scheduled times to see each other

Mark, quietly, pointedly as he reaches for his drink bottle: it was the best part of my week, though

[Would you say you were in love?]

[Y/n thinks for a second before nodding.]

Y/n: uh, yeah, I would.

[Mark’s cheeks go even brighter red.]

Mark: me, too.

[Silence.]

[Zoom in on Y/n]

Y/n, smiling fondly at the memory: I used to think we’d get married

[The camera pans to Mark, who is smiling fondly at Y/n.]

[Would you give it another shot?]

Y/n, looking to Mark briefly before answering: I, um- yes.

Mark, feeling secure now that Y/n has answered: yes.

Mark: definitely.

[Now?]

Y/n: errrr-

Mark, gigging at his own blatant obviousness: yeah, I would.

[Well, that’s it for today. Thank you so much for coming in, guys. You’re free to go.]

Y/n, smiling at the staff behind the camera: thank you!

Mark, bending down to get his drink bottle: thank you, everyone!

[Y/n hops down off her stool, swiftly grabbing the unopened bottle at her feet. She stands up to find Mark waiting for her.]

Mark, checking his phone: so, I, uh, know it’s a Saturday but I was wondering if you had time to go for a drink or something?

Y/n, wincing: I can’t today, I’m meeting Chaeryeong after this.

[Someone off-camera gestures for them to clear the set and they begin to walk off, the sound beginning to fade.]

Y/n: how about tomorrow?

Mark: I’m busy all day tomorrow.

[They are no longer visible on set, only a snippet of their conversation is caught.]

Y/n: ….Monday?

Mark, laughing: 7:30 still work for you?

Y/n: yeah

Mark: great, it’s a d-

[The sound cuts.]

your-world-with-nct

— guess who’s finished high school 😳😳 expect more content soon hehe <3

💌 • 3:43pm

“did they really have to do this, right here, right now?” you rolled your eyes at the couple embracing in the middle of the hallways after the whole scene that had just taken place, scoffing at the amount of phone cameras pointed towards them, mentally taking a note to ignore your socials that night in order to avoid being bombarded by promposal videos.

“oh, come on, even you have to admit that was cute, didn’t you see the sash he put on her?” bestfriend!sungchan nudged your shoulder, gesturing vaguely at ahn yujin spinning around and showing off her silver sash to the crowd of cooing classmates surrounding her and her boyfriend.

as you maneuvered your way through the swarm of people, using your best friend’s height to your advantage and barging past everyone to get to the school gates, “ugh, i just don’t get what’s so appealing to have to answer such a personal question like that in front of, what, half of the student body? and, not to mention how inconvenient it is for others since they always block the corridors or the classroom - i swear it’s their goal to close off all exits so you’re forced to watch that– no words, just that.”

although sungchan was used to your absurd antics and your strange rambles, this was a new weird, even for you, “first of all, they’re a couple, so there was a very small chance yujin would’ve said no, and she was probably expecting him to do something like that anyways. second of all, what do you have against promposals? i thought you were, like, a sucker for romance.”

you initially sighed at the thought of answering his prying question, but you eventually gave in after taking one look at those sparkling doe eyes of his, “i mean, i still am, and i didn’t have anything against promposals, that is, up until about two weeks ago.”

you paused to gauge sungchan’s reaction, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion because, surely, if something big enough to convert hopeless-romantic-y/n into promposal-hating-y/n had happened recently, you would’ve told him about it. he gave you a slight nod, hinting at you to carry on as you two ventured out of the gates on your way home.

“you know how i’m performing a duet with lee heeseung at the summer show? yeah, so while we were rehearsing our duet in the practice room, he was warming up his voice as usual, nothing weird about that, you’d think? then he starts playing this soft melody on his phone and he’s, like, singing along to it.

“i only clocked on that it was some sort of love song during the chorus, but then he stops singing and lets the instrumental play, pulls out a rose from his bag, holds it out to me and asks me to go to prom with him.”

you couldn’t help but fake-gag at recalling the memory, before being met with yet another puzzled expression from sungchan, “wait, what, that’s actually so cute, though! how in the world could you reject that? especially from one of the most talented and handsome guys in the school?”

“i-it was just, like, i know it was cute and all, and i hated saying no to him after all the effort he put in, but... it just wouldn’t have felt right going to prom with him, not when i’d much rather go with someone else,” you muttered the end of your sentence under your breath but, attentive as ever, sungchan managed to catch the incoherent mumble nonetheless, blinking, once, twice, three times to make sure he wasn’t just imagining you saying that.

after you had gone silent for a few moments, avoiding the boy’s gaze by staring at your feet and mindlessly kicking the rubbish on the ground, he was sure that his mind wasn’t fooling him, “i-is there, uhh, who do you– umm, hey, say if... someone, hypothetically, asked you to prom, like, in a non-exaggerated way, would you, would you say yes to them?”

‘great job, sungchan,’ he scolded himself internally at how blatantly obvious he was being, wincing at the fact that he had just completely embarrassed himself, looking back up after hearing a light chuckle escape from you.

“i mean, not if it was just anyone, but i would appreciate not being bombarded with a promposal, it would definitely increase the chances of me saying yes, to say the least,” you shrugged, averting your eyes from the pavement under your feet and smiling at sungchan, who was currently fighting with a tree branch that he just walked into, “pffft, you good there, sungie?”

he gave you a quick ‘yup’ and a thumbs up, raking his hands through his hair in case there were any leaves left in it, shaking his head like a dog that had just got out of water, “cool, cool, so, umm... prom?”

“yeah, what about it?” you hummed, stopping to reach and flick the lone leaf that sungchan missed out of those fluffy brown locks of his.

he froze in his place, not only because of the sudden eye contact, but also because what he’d just said had completely gone over your head, “i-i meant, i was asking, you know, what if, you and i–”

his speech dwindled to nothing short of a whisper, yet you had never wanted to hear anything more than you did right now, “go on, you can say it, sungchan.”

“would you like to, uhhh, go to prom, y’know... with me, together? as like, my date?” sungchan bared a toothy grin at you, scratching his nape out of nervousness.

you rolled your eyes at seeing your usually-loud best friend so sheepish in front of you, your heartbeat speeding up as his cheeks got redder the longer you stayed silent, “of course, i’d love to,” you giggled as he let out the breath even he didn’t know he was holding, ‘now that’s the only type of promposal i’d ever accept.’