Title: Embrace

Genre: Fluff, slight angst

Warnings: vague mentions of reader struggling with insomnia

Word Count: 616

Author’s Note: This story was inspired by my bad habit of not going to sleep, even when I’m tired lol. It’s not like I do it on purpose, but my mind just cries out for a distraction sometimes. I don’t know how to explain it. Anyway if any of you can relate to this, I hope this story can give you some comfort ^ ^

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In the quiet space of your apartment, you were sprawled out on the couch as your thumb absentmindedly scrolled through the world of social media. Every so often, your eyes subconsciously flickered to the time on the left corner of the screen, reminding you that one a.m. was now closely bordering two.

The back of your mind was screaming at you to go to sleep, thinking of all the things you were supposed to do the following day. Yet, the apprehension of not being able to fall asleep made you hesitate. The fear wasn’t large, but enough to keep you trapped in the scrolling abyss, a dance between fatigue and distraction.

Eventually, you heard the soft echoes of your boyfriend’s slippers padding against the wooden floor, drawing him closer to where you were stationed. Rubbing his eyes, he approached you with a slight frown on his lips. 

“Baby, it’s late. Why are you still up?” Haechan murmured with a touch of concern in his voice. 

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Title: Love Me More

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: slightly suggestive, light making out

Word Count: 528

Author’s Note: I honestly feel like it’s just become a habit for me to write Jaemin imagine whenever the hopeless romantic in me wants to spill out. Maybe it’s because Jaemin is such boyfriend material and I can just imagine all these little moments between him and his girlfriend. Anywho, thank you for reading. I hope you like it ^ ^

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The kitchen was filled with the enticing aroma of spices as you stirred a pot of curry on the stove. You were completely in your element, preparing dinner in the comfort of your apartment, with Taylor Swift songs playing in the background. 

You didn’t even notice your boyfriend walking in with a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He approached from behind, startling you when his arms wrapped around your waist.

“What’s cooking, my love?” he whispered into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

Trying to ignore the heat rising to your cheeks, you kept your eyes focused on the pot. “I’m making some curry for us,” you replied calmly. Jaemin leaned in to press a soft kiss to your cheek, nearly causing you to melt on the spot. 

“Well, it smells amazing. But you know what smells even better?” he teased, nuzzling your neck.

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Title: Perfect

Genre: Fluff, slight angst

Warnings: mentions of reader feeling insecure

Word Count: 569

Author’s Note: This was just a random idea that came to me today when I was scrolling through social media. But seriously why are female idols so pretty 😭. Anyway this story is for all the girls like me who might feel insecure and hopefully this cheers you up ^ ^

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One of Mark’s favorite things was spending late nights with you. Those nights when he’d return from work and you’d bring over dinner. Then after sharing a meal, you would cozy up on the couch together. The atmosphere was serene, with his head on your lap and your fingers unconsciously weaving through his hair. Despite being in relaxation mode after a demanding day, he couldn’t resist stealing a few glances at you who was scrolling through Instagram.

A sudden sigh escaped your lips as you came across a stunning picture of Huh Yunjin. She was only a few years older than you, and for some reason it selfishly made you feel more depressed than you should while looking at the photo.

“She’s so pretty,” you mumbled absently.

Curious, Mark sat up to see what you were so fixated on. When he noticed you looking at Yunjin’s post, he let out a chuckle. “Well you’re pretty too, you know.”

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Title: Timing

Genre: Angst

Warnings: mentions of divorce

Word Count: ~4k

Author’s Note: The original idea for this story sort of just sprang on me. It’s basically a best friends to lovers story gone wrong. I personally really enjoy sad stories, but I apologize if this story frustrates any of you. Hope you guys like it and thank you for reading ^ ^

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Jeno remembered the first day he met you quite vividly. You had moved into the neighborhood just two weeks before seventh grade started. However, he had only gotten a glimpse of you once when you accompanied your mother to give rice cakes to his mom. The next time he encountered you was at school, where the two of you found yourselves in the same homeroom. But being the introverted individuals you were, Jeno stuck to his close-knit circle of friends, and you didn’t so much as give a glance in his direction. 

The first time he officially talked to you happened at the convenience store. He had just gotten out of school and wanted to buy a snack before he had to go to hagwon. As he was walking toward the refrigerated section, you entered the store with the same idea in mind. The prospect of enjoying your favorite kimbap after a long day of school seemed like the perfect way to lift your spirits.

However, as you approached the aisle, you noticed Jeno reaching for the last triangle kimbap on the shelf. Almost immediately, you let out a defeated sigh that came out louder than intended. Jeno’s eyes met yours in a split second and awkwardness quickly filled the air.

Even though he was shy around new people, Jeno managed a sheepish smile. “Uh, hi.”

“Hello,” you mumbled in reply, feeling a blush creeping up your cheeks.

Your gaze involuntarily returned to the kimbap in his hand, feeling torn between your craving and your natural reserve. Jeno must’ve been able to pick up on the inner conflict in your demeanor. Before you could step back, he held the snack out to you.

“You can take it if you want,” he offered.

You looked at him with wide eyes and promptly shook your head. “Oh—no, you don’t have to do that! I can just pick something else, it’s no big deal.”

Despite your protest, the boy moved forward and placed the kimbap in your hand, catching you off guard.

“It’s fine,” he reassured with a warm smile. “I didn’t really want it anyway.”

He walked away, leaving you feeling terribly guilty, even though he had willingly given it to you. Reluctantly, as you went to check out, you couldn’t stop thinking about that encounter. So when you spotted him outside after purchasing, you impulsively tapped on his shoulder. He turned around in surprise when you held out a carton of banana milk. 

“Please, take this,” you said, ignoring the internal struggle between your heart and your mind. “I feel bad about earlier.”

The boy smiled as he accepted the drink. “Thanks…Kim (Y/n),” he said, glancing at the name tag on your uniform.

You smiled back shyly, and he then asked if you were going to hagwon too. When you found out you attended the same one, Jeno suggested walking together. 

And just like that, you and Jeno soon became best friends. Throughout middle school, the two of you were inseparable. He got you to join his friend group at lunch, and you started inviting him over for dinner at your house. Some days you guys ditched the hagwon and went to play arcade games instead. Those three years were filled with so many fond memories.

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Reaction: when their gf wants to save sex for marriage

Genre: Um mostly fluff

Warnings: slightly suggestive, making out in Jeno’s, and mentions of sex (but nothing graphic at all)

Word Count: ~2.9k

Author’s Note: I feel like it’s been so long since I wrote a Dream reaction. The following scenario was a request sent by someone. To be honest, I was a bit hesitant about doing it because I know this concept isn’t that popular today. However, it is a personal value I hold and I’m not trying to impose it on those who have different opinions. But it is something I’ve always secretly wanted to write about. So here you go, I hope you like it ^ ^

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mark

After being under the weather for weeks now, Mark thought it was time to get you checked up. That was how you found yourself sitting in a pristine white room on a Monday morning. You scanned the room anxiously, nervously drumming your fingers against the chair’s armrest. However, the nerves you were feeling calmed down a little when Mark placed his hand on top of yours.

Finally the door creaked open, and the doctor exchanged polite greetings with the two of you. Taking a seat at her computer, the doctor ran through the customary procedure of inquiring about your symptoms and any recent changes in lifestyle.

“Have you two been sexually active recently?” the doctor asked, causing a slight shift in the atmosphere. 

Heat instantly rose to your cheeks as you turned to your boyfriend with a surprised glance. 

“Oh—no, we haven’t even…” Your voice trailed off, almost as if you were too flustered to finish your sentence.

The doctor nodded understandingly and moved on to the next question. Once the check-up was finished, she just advised you to get some more rest and take some time off work to recover.

Back in the car, you and Mark burst into awkward laughter, finding humor in the unexpected nature of that encounter.

“I was so embarrassed,” you cried, covering your face, “I thought I was going to die back there.”

Mark laughed along, “Yeah me too. I don’t know why I was so surprised when she asked us that.”

A brief silence hung in the air as Mark steadied his hand on the wheel, and you gazed out of the car window. Although you believed you handled the situation reasonably, some more serious thoughts lingered in your mind. Even though it’s only been a few months since you two started dating, the doctor’s question made you realize that you hadn’t discussed the subject before.

“Speaking of though,” you said, broaching the topic cautiously. “I actually want to save sex for marriage.”

You were already bracing yourself for a negative reaction when Mark didn’t respond right away. But then he shrugged nonchalantly and said, “Okay.”

“Really?” You stared at him wide-eyed. “You’re okay with it?”

Mark nodded thoughtfully, “I mean, I can’t say it’s going to be easy. But if waiting is important to you, then it’s important to me too.”

A wave of relief washed over you, comforted now that this conversation went a lot smoother than you had anticipated. 

“Thank you, I really appreciate that,” you said, a smile lighting up your face.

Mark reached over to squeeze your hand. “No problem, babe.”

In his mind, it really wasn’t a big deal. He definitely planned on marrying you someday, so he saw it as something to look forward to in your future together.

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Title: My Last

Genre: College AU

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, self-harm, family problems. please do not read if those topics make you uncomfortable

Word Count: ~16k

Author’s Note: Here is the part two/sequel to my Renjun story (My First). I literally started writing this a few years ago and didn’t finish until now. Honestly, I wanted to give up on this story because I don’t like it very much. But I thought I should for those who read the first story. I still hope you guys like it ^ ^

If you haven’t read the first part of this story you can read it here

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Kim (Y/n) thought leaving it all behind would make her happier. But the past two years showed her that running away from her problems couldn’t change anything. She and her father moved to his hometown, Busan. She found herself in a different city, a different neighborhood, a different house, and a different high school, marking a fresh new start for her. Maybe she was too optimistic at the beginning.

The students at her new school quickly singled her out as the pathetic transfer girl with divorced parents. No one made an effort to talk to her. But she wasn’t too fazed by it. After what had happened at her previous school, she wasn’t willing to get close to anyone again.

Time passed, and she focused on her studies as she had always done. The household was less chaotic with just her dad and herself. They were both quiet people who barely talked to each other, and she wasn’t bothered much by that either.

Deciding before she graduated wasn’t as stressful as it could’ve been. After passing the CSAT exam, a few acceptance letters rolled in. She was only able to get one scholarship from a college in Seoul, covering most of her tuition and dorm living expenses.

In the next few months, she was back to where she had started.

Things would be different this time, she told herself. Returning to her hometown didn’t mean she was going to encounter anyone from her past, at least if she tried hard enough. But she was wrong.

Her mom, the woman she had hoped to never see again, reappeared in her life. She didn’t seem to have changed since the last time they had seen each other. Perhaps driven by a lingering sense of guilt, she found herself compelled to check on her mother’s well-being. Yet, she sometimes felt like she was reliving her childhood again. Except this time she was the parent, and her mother was the child.

Her mother’s moods were unpredictable, fluctuating between highs and lows. Despite enduring numerous instances of being screamed at, (Y/n) recognized the importance of not being selfish. Ultimately, she was her mom, and (Y/n) was her only daughter. In the end, she was all her mother had.

In addition to her college commitments, she took on a part-time job to earn some money. She picked up a barista position, where she worked throughout the week. Oftentimes she left shifts with the scent of coffee clinging to her hair.

“Hey, you know that customer over there?” Her coworker pointed something out to her one day.

Hesitantly, she looked in the direction her coworker was gesturing to. A boy who looked about her age was sitting at the table near the front window, with another guy across from him. He had short, light brown hair with bangs that made him appear younger. She couldn’t deny that he was attractive.

“What about him?” She asked, glancing back down at what she was doing before.

Her coworker nudged her elbow. “I think he might be interested in you. He only comes on the days you’re working here.”

Out of curiosity, she looked back up to see the slight surprise in his expression when she did, but it was immediately replaced with a smile.

“He’s pretty good-looking too!” Her coworker gushed. “What if he asks you out?”

She laughed and rolled her eyes. There was no chance she was going to let herself be charmed by a stranger who she had only seen a handful of times. Besides, she couldn’t fathom that a guy would like her.

Despite how her coworker faltered at her lack of interest, she shook her head and didn’t bother to look at him again.

“Yeah, like that would ever happen.”

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Title: Friends?

Genre: Best friends to lovers

Warnings: none

Word Count: 711

Author’s Note: For some reason, the question of whether guys and girls can be friends was dancing around my mind the other day. I’m sure everyone has different answers. But it inspired me to write a little story, and I thought Jisung suited the concept the best. Hope you guys like it ^ ^

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A peaceful silence flowed through your room, broken only by the sounds of textbook pages flipping and the soft scratch of your pencil marking notes in your notebook. As you worked diligently on homework, your eyes occasionally flitted to Jisung who lounged on your bed. Since his arrival, he had been lying there, eyes fixating on the ceiling above. 

However, the silence was broken when Jisung spoke abruptly. “(Y/n), do you think guys and girls can just be friends?”

Raising an eyebrow, you paused your work to shoot him a questioning look. “Why do you ask?”

“Chenle and I were arguing about it,” he explained, propping himself up on his elbows. “He said it’s impossible. What do you think?”

Contemplating the question logically, you found yourself nodding thoughtfully. “Yeah, I think it’s kind of hard for guys and girls to maintain a purely platonic friendship. It never lasts because someone usually catches feelings, which makes things complicated.”

Jisung frowned, sitting up in protest. “But you and I are friends.”

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Headcanon: Types of Hugs

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: ~1.2k

Author’s Note: Just felt like writing something mushy-gushy today. I’ve actually been working on my next Jaemin fic, but it’s taking longer than anticipated to finish it. I know I’ve written something similar to this topic for the Dreamies before. But I think hugs with NCT Dream deserved it’s own post. Hope you guys like it ^ ^

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mark

Hugs with Mark weren’t particularly special, but they always felt like home. It was the feeling you got when you’d come over after a long day of work or classes, and he’d greet you at the front door. The way his arms would open up for you always brought a smile to your face. In his embrace, he’d kiss your forehead before asking how your day went.

It was the feeling you got whenever he returned from performing overseas, and the sight of him made you want to burst into tears. Running into each other’s arms in an almost bone-crushing embrace, he would softly murmur into your shoulder about how much he missed you during his time away. In response, you’d say you missed him too and hug him back tightly.

It was the feeling you got when you’d be in bed together, lying in each other’s arms as you talked about your dreams. His eyes would reflect so much endearment as he whispered that he loved you. Overwhelmed, you’d nestle against his chest with watery eyes. Mark Lee will forever be your home.

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Title: By My Side

Genre: Angst

Warnings: reader has a poor self-image and has a little breakdown

Word Count: 486

Author’s Note: This little story is something I felt like I needed in the moment. I also realized it’s been a while since I wrote something for Haechan, so here you go. As loud and chaotic as he can be, I feel like he’d be great at comforting his loved ones. Hope you guys like it and thank you for reading ^ ^

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A heavy sigh escaped as you lay in bed, staring hopelessly at the ceiling. Sleep had eluded you for days, and the weight of those restless nights slowly began to take a toll on you. Despite your efforts to shift positions and keep your eyes shut tight, sleep did not come. Your mind remained stubbornly active, unwilling to dial down on the overwhelming thoughts that only visited at night.

As you were starting to accept that you wouldn’t be sleeping tonight (again), the phone on your nightstand lit up. You looked to see you had received a text from your boyfriend, asking if you were still awake. When you replied with a yes, Haechan wasted no time saying he was coming over. 

Minutes later, you heard the sounds of your door being unlocked and the padding of his steps down the hallway. Once he entered the room, he silently crawled into bed beside you and pulled you into his arms, without a word.

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Title: Belong

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: nothing really

Word Count: 610

Author’s Note: This is part two of the previous Mark story I posted a while ago. It’s unnecessary to read the first part to understand this one, but I’ll still link the story below if you want to check it out. But yeah, I’m happy to be posting more for Mark since I don’t very often. Hope you guys like it and thank you for reading ^ ^

part one

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In the cozy warmth of Mark’s living room, the vanilla scented candles you had bought him a while ago were neatly arranged on the coffee table, casting a gentle glow that added a layer of intimacy to the atmosphere. Following a day of long classes and the subsequent hours dedicated to studying, you both lounged comfortably on his couch, nestled in each other’s embrace.

Throughout the year, you had fallen into a routine of driving back to his apartment after school to study. Unlike some people, the two of you managed to get a decent amount of work done, if not completely most of the time. But once the two-hour mark was reached, cuddling sessions became inevitable.

Mark always tried to savor these moments with you. Lying on the couch with you, one arm wrapped around your waist, while your head rested on his steadily rising chest. He couldn’t help but reflect on how far the two of you had come since that cold day in the parking lot. At first, you weren’t completely ready to let him. But through patient conversations and shared insecurities, you gradually opened up to him fully. Slowly, you found yourself becoming happier with him by your side.

With a playful glint in his eyes, he fondly reminisced about that day and couldn’t resist bringing it up to you. “You know,” he began, the corners of his lips upturned into a teasing smile. “I was just thinking about the first time we officially talked.”

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