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neoturtles · 3 years ago

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[16:22]

pairing: best friend!chenle x reader

genre: fluff, slight crack, slight angst?, high school!AU, slight rich kid!AU, p-post graduation?

warnings: none (i think lol if you find any pls do tell me so i can add them!)

word count: 767 words

a/n: FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING FOR CHENLE WHOOO !!!

networks/taglist: @neoturtles @knet-bakery @ficscafe @kflixnet @k-radio @neozonenet @nct-writers + @soobin-chois @treasuretaeil

Zhong Chenle has and always will be the best person to be with when passing time. To you, at least.

Like right now, perhaps it was because he payed for your ice cream, or the spot he decided you two would sit on, or maybe you've always knew this little fact since you two were kids.

The ice cream in your hands is cold, although it leaves your fingers wet and slippery, you like the cold sensation. You might have to be careful, though, your mother would freak if she saw your graduation robes smudged with ice cream.

"What?" He asks obliviously, adding onto your amusement. You only shake your head, "Nothing,"

Chenle shrugs, before diving back down to bite and munch on his ice cream cone. You could buy dozens of these ice creams if you wanted to, with them being so incredibly cheap. Both your parents gave you money, telling you two to go spoil yourselves as they had some meeting to attend to. Of course, in the middle of their own children's graduations.

You don't mind though, not when you have Zhong Chenle by your side to accompany you through it all.

Your mind then drifts off, he's always been there to witness and accompany you through it all. But what about the future? Is he still gonna be there? What if you two grow up, and forget about each other?

You can't help the thoughts that invade your peaceful mind, mixing and stirring to the point where you don't even notice Chenle's gaze on you.

He was gonna ask something about buying more ice cream, when he noticed the way your expression became sour. You're thinking, and it's not that good for thoughts.

"What's wrong?" Chenle asks once more, his hand tugging at your robes alarming you.

"Hmm? Oh, nothing really."

"God, did you really think that was gonna work on me? Now I'm getting too curious, come on, tell me."

There's no way you can escape Zhong Chenle and his nosiness, after all, you've told him about every single problem and event in your life.

Chenle looks… like how he always has. Eyes glazed with curiosity, his lips pursing in a small smile, you remember when he was just a little boy looking at you the exact same way when he had given you a present for each of your birthdays. Of course, you can't leave out his favorite feature, his big head.

You sigh, wiping at the corner of your lips. "I mean… we're basically done. With our childhood. Now we're done with high school and we're gonna start college too, which is fucking crazy now that I think of it."

It really is, you remember when Chenle made a promise with you that if you ever dropped our of high school, he would too, and you two would open a ramen restaurant together. That plan was made in your sophomore years, so it was nothing but a mere dream. Time has passed, and now you're ready to go and study some more in college.

"I just—I don't want to let go of our childhood, you know?"

Chenle understands everything. You might not be able to express it with your words, but just your gaze, the slight waver in your voice, the way you fiddle with your robes, all too familiar to Chenle.

Chenle lifts his hand, only to place it on your shoulder, before he squeezes it reassuringly. "And that's okay, I'll always be there for you, no matter how far I'll be from you."

And you know that as a fact. Your face ripples with relief, a smile curling your lips up. Although you have to leave your childhood behind, it's not like you won't completely forget it.

"Yeah. You'll be there for me."

Suddenly, you find yourself leaning forward, before your arms encircle around Chenle's torso, and you hug him the tightest you ever have in all the years you've known each other. Chenle holds you just as earnestly, smiling into your shoulder.

"We're going to check out the dorms next week right? Are we gonna be living together?"

"I mean, yeah. We're going to the same college."

"You're picking me up."

"Okay,"

#🐢 daegall #t: timestamp #m: chenle #u: dream

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neoturtles · 3 years ago

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strike a chord: track #5

prev ♪ m.list

dark mode = reader's pov ; light mode = jaemin’s pov

summary: when things go awry between you and your best friend after an accidental confession, you decide that it’s best to spend the summer away from each other to sort your feelings out; except now that you’re back on campus, things go from bad to worse in a matter of moments and nothing seems to be going your way. add into this mess a group project that feels like impending doom and the worst project partner you could ever get—your dear best friend.

— bff2l!au, eah!au

genre: angst, fluff, crack

warnings/rating: PG-15, swearing

taglist: @googiewaterbottle @ridinhyuck @n0hyuck @liliansun @thesunsfullmoon @euphoricjaemin @inlovewithjunhui @yipyipmorals @yo-dreamrush @purpleheejin @hibernatinghamster @soobin-chois @opwolfe

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#🐢 njmverse #t: smau #m: jaemin #u: dream

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neoturtles · 3 years ago

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strike a chord: track 4

prev ♪ m.list

dark mode = reader's pov ; light mode = jaemin’s pov

— bff2l!au, eah!au

genre: angst, fluff, crack

warnings/rating: PG-15, swearing

taglist: @googiewaterbottle @ridinhyuck @n0hyuck @liliansun @thesunsfullmoon @euphoricjaemin @inlovewithjunhui @yipyipmorals @yo-dreamrush @purpleheejin @hibernatinghamster @soobin-chois @opwolfe

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#🐢 njmverse #t: smau #m: jaemin #u: dream

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neoturtles · 3 years ago

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My last season called 'you'

▪︎Summary: You saw him for the first time the first day of spring. He had started to feel like home to you and then, all of a sudden, he was gone. No one could contact him. A promise to a Cherry Blossom tree and now it feels like seasons have stopped since Yuta left your side.

▪︎Pairing: Yuta Nakamoto x reader

▪︎Genres: angst, fluff but it's angsty

▪︎Word count: 2.1k

▪︎Warnings: barely suggestive (I swear nothing explicit.) Please let me know if there's more!

Playlist: Magic Carpet Ride (NCT 127), White Ferrari (Frank Ocean), Movie (Tom Misch), Pansy (Taemin), The Language of Flowers (ZICO)

Hi I'm posting again 👀 This idea has been on my drafts since the very beginning of March so it's good to finally have it out. BIGGEST!!! thanks to fei @doiefy for helping me with this one 💗🌸

1. Mourning bride: Unfortunate attachment - I have lost all

The day spring returns, the morning still feels too cold for your liking. The Sun doesn't shine enough to melt the thin layer of ice covering the streets, the biker outside the coffee shop and the door handle.

It's been two hundred and seventy-four days since you last saw him. Yet your eyes still hope to find him again, right across the street opening the little flower shop in front of your workplace. It's all dark inside, except for the subtle cabinet lights keeping the plants and different flowers warm. No one comes to open early in the morning anymore, since Yuta left.

Everything in this life is part of a great predetermined cycle and makes perfect sense. Flowers are temporary organisms—that is, they develop periodically. After fertilization, some parts of the flower become a fruit, enveloping the seed; others die and fall instead, going back to where they came from. He told you once, that everything was meant to be and end. But you never imagined it would end that soon. So this is a story that only lasts one spring.

A year ago, you saw him for the first time opening his shop as the daylight was barely illuminating the old city buildings. Absolutely no one buys flowers so early in the morning, but you were grateful for the boy across the street silently keeping you company. While you arranged the tables outside and waited for the first regular customers to pick up their coffee orders, he accommodated and watered the plants outside his own shop, before the sun rays would start to hit too strong.

You dream of suddenly lifting your head and catching a glimpse of his healing smile once again, the same one you caught daily every time you accidentally exchanged looks across the frosted street. But he's not there. You asked everyone who worked in the flower shop if they knew anything about him after he left, starting to worry when a week without seeing him passed. They only said he had to gone back to his hometown, that they didn't know where he lived. And no, he didn't have a phone and they didn't know a house phone number either.

2. Pansy (Heart's ease): You occupy my thoughts

Your sketchbook remains the same since he left. The first study that you did together was the flowers of the bouquet you bought for your mother one afternoon after closing the café. You were going to visit your mother and honor her with her favorite flowers, but the truth is, you had been working up the courage for weeks to finally go up and talk to the flower boy.

Yellow tulips were in their glorious springtime display. Hopeless love, he made you write under the sketch he made for you. Yuta told you about the meaning behind your mother's favorites that he learned from a really old book his father gave him. He knew a lot and he loved his job.

The task was not easy, as you need to be extra careful with plants, but he carried it out calmly, choosing each flower carefully and putting them together in a beautiful bouquet. It made sure the selection was unique to each person. His eyes would light up every time he admired his finished work and handed out the flowers to the customers, a warm feeling flooding his chest. You were sure it was his smile that made every plant in the shop bloom.

"Victorians believed yellow tulips literally meant 'there’s sunshine in your smile'," you heard him from behind the big bouquet he was still arranging for your beloved mother. Only his brown hair and his big shiny eyes picked out as he skillfully worked on it. "So there's a brighter meaning behind yellow tulips nowadays."

Seeing the final product in your hands, you knew your mother would've loved Yuta. She grew a big garden in the backyard of your house since you were little, which now you take charge of. It isn't as pretty as you remembered it when she was still with you, but you still put the biggest effort in it as a way to keep her close to you.

She knew tons about plants and their meanings and ways to take care of them. She was as bright as tulips and delicate as a rose. She had the biggest heart and smile, even when she was about to give up forever.

Yuta reminded you of her a lot. The boy radiated an indescribable warmth. He had a potential of significance that was expressed in every word, every kind smile, every subtle touch. Coffee even took on a new meaning when Yuta started waiting for you every night at the café counter, hot cup in hand until you finished your shift and closed the shop together. When you were so tired it showed in your demeanor, he was there, silently cheering on you. His sun-beamed eyes and smile would say it all.

He left numerous empty tea bags with little works of art on them. Yuta painted on any surface that allowed for it and you scolded him for wasting the tea herbs in such a way. Now you can only look at the small framed bags on the wall of the café and miss his chaotic presence. His memory lives on every time someone admires the work and asks who came up with the idea of painting flowers on tea bags. An old dear friend of mine.

"What do you think?"

"I think the Victorians were right," you looked at the tulips in your hands and then at him. "There's sunshine in your smile."

3. Blue Periwinkle: Pleasures of memory

Yuta and you were quick to fill your sketchbook with studies, as the days passed and you only grew closer to each other. Your mother's garden was blooming and shining all over again when he started helping taking care of it on the weekends. Hearty meals and deep naps under the pear tree during spring days would never be the same without Yuta accompanying you.

Comfort, he told you to write under the pear tree drawing on your sketchbook. You were jealous of the warm breeze that unabashedly ruffled his hair. Jealous of the light that filtered through the leaves of the tree and caressed his honeyed skin. You couldn't wait to just touch his lips with yours; become one with him and experience the true calm and comfort you have been longing for so long.

Soon, his expression made you understand. A smile reassuring you the time would come.

"Wait for me," he asked in a whisper. His hand fixed a strand of hair behind your ear and his gentle touch moved to your cheek.

You feared the moment would dissipate if you opened your eyes and looked at him. So you only reached for his hand and took it into yours, giving a heartening grip and a kiss to the back of his palm.

"I will always wait for you."

You waited for him until the end of this first day of spring, too. The last page of your book displays a sketch that you wish you never got to do. Fifteen red roses. You didn't think much about it the night Yuta came knocking on your door with the flowers in hand, since you were tasting his lips for the first time. You can still feel the spark of electricity that he left with each kiss and touch on your skin.

The bed feels too cold even after a year without Yuta. You think you should have gotten used to it at this point. But that last night you swore a promise to the Cherry Blossom that was peeking through your window. As yours and his body were becoming one and your soul was intertwined with his, you promised you didn't want to feel spring ever again if it wasn't with Yuta. The Moon was shining bright and you begged for her to let you love him eternally.

"Cherry Blossoms have a very short lifespan. After their beauty peaks around two weeks, the blossoms start to fall," Yuta carefully explained to you as you copied the image of the tree in your backyard. The flowers were, indeed, starting to fall.

"I wish they lived all year," you sighed, finishing the sketch and writing down its meaning.

You felt his arms wrap you from behind; his naked skin hot in contrast with yours, which remained cool from drawing by the open window. You never wanted the day to come.

"I wish this night could last forever."

His comment aroused a strange and restrictive feeling in your chest. A kind of pain that remains with you until this day and won't let you smell the fragrance of flowers like you used to do so freely. You looked at him through glazed eyes and found nothing but calm and a tender sense of love. And you kissed him as if you knew you were never going to hold him in your arms again.

Now you think, maybe it was meant for you to never see him again. Nonetheless, you still waited for him to reappear, like he did that first day of spring a year ago.

Fifteen red roses.

He once told you people often used roses to communicate things; if you knew the meaning behind the number of flowers, you could decipher the message. You only realized it a few weeks after you saw him for the last time, after he left without explanation besides what his coworkers told you. Leaving you with nothing but his memories in each drawing, in your mother's plants which he took such good care of for ninety-one days, in his cologne that remained on your sheets until you were forced to wash them, and in his blatant apology.

I am so sorry, I beg for your forgiveness.

It was worse than breaking up through a letter.

4. Forget-me-not: This connection can’t be broken or shaken by anything

It's the last day of spring once again and you are closing the coffee shop late into the evening. The shifts are getting busier as the days get longer and warmer. But it's good since you get a little more income and finally get to enjoy the summer breeze and the scent of wet soil, since it must be raining somewhere near your little old city.

You quickly get ready before the rain comes so you can be safe at home, but as you messily get on your bike you feel something fall off your bag, realizing you've left it open and your old sketchbook is now in the street, some of its pages scattered all over the place.

You don't know why you have kept it with you for so long since you never drew on it anymore and Yuta doesn’t seem to be ever coming back either. But still you decide to pick it up from the ground the moment you feel the smallest drop of rain touch your skin, fearing that it might damage it further and ruin some of your most precious memories of him you can still have with you.

One last page remains on the ground, the wettest from the raindrops, and you rush to pick it up when you notice that it's one you have never seen before. By looking at it closely, you confirm that it is not a drawing that you made, but that Yuta did. Delicate flowers that you remember he planted a long time ago in your garden, appearing in frothy blue clouds that resemble the sight of the sky. You ask yourself why you never took note of this flower, let alone why you never did with Yuta the very moment he planted it there.

But it seems like he did without you knowing. Tears of frustration roll down your cheeks and water the page in your hands. You haven’t thought of him all day until this moment. And you believed you were finally getting over it.

Forget-me-nots symbolize true love and respect. When you give someone these tiny blooms, it represents a promise that you will always remember them and will keep them in your thoughts.

His letter reads at the bottom of the page:

Promise me you will never forget me.

So this is a story that only lasts one spring, and you miss him every other season, especially the ones when the Cherry Blossom outside the window of your cold room won't bloom. He made sure to leave his memory printed in every corner of your life and many promises in the air. And you still wait for him every other spring, for the slightest manifestation that he can be back with you one day.

#🐢 zh lele #t: oneshot #m: yuta #u: 127

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neoturtles · 3 years ago

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19:32 | njm

“jaem… if i was a worm would you still love me?” your question stunned na jaemin into a defanging silence

“…of course?”

#🐢 rensiu #t: timestamp #m: jaemin #u: dream

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heart can’t lose [53.2]

FIFTY THREE (ii). | prev / masterlist / next

PAIRING. lee haechan x fem!oc

WARNINGS. none

SUMMARY. fourth year pre-med student and neo university student council president, haechan lee does not have the time for relationships. instead, he focuses his attention on his studies and extracurriculars, so as not to disappoint his parents. that is until hera seo came along—and everyone starts to wonder if the university’s golden boy would finally let his heart lose.

TAGLIST. @neozonenet @radiorenjun @bluejaem @pink-but-rosie @renjun-pretty @holdinbacksecrets @rynshyuckies @jelllyjae @jenyongcas @whyisquill @beemarkie @morkxlee @hibuki-chan @moonwalkun @lyyhyuck @baekhyunstruly @lilacdreams-00 @ridinhyuck @archivedmkl @najaeminluvbot @jiye0n0 @rensiu @morkleetrash @neo444 @hrjchive @keemburley @soobin-chois @yiz-yo @juune04 @nctasdfghj @aerev @studywoo @jun5ui @smolpeyy @mahae66 @kkotjia

HCL TAGLIST. @aedreamzy @moonsclover @rrnhyuck @reinde3r @daegalfangirl @yixingtion @dandelionxgal @thesunsfullmoon @yangsbff @y3jiishot @purpleheejin @prdshobi @vantxx95 @googiewaterbottle @minavenue

#🐢 najaemism #t: smau #m: haechan #u: 127 #u: dream

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heart can’t lose [53.1]

FIFTY THREE (i). | prev / masterlist / next

PAIRING. lee haechan x fem!oc

WARNINGS. none

TAGLIST. @neozonenet @radiorenjun @bluejaem @pink-but-rosie @renjun-pretty @holdinbacksecrets @rynshyuckies @jelllyjae @jenyongcas @whyisquill @beemarkie @morkxlee @hibuki-chan @moonwalkun @lyyhyuck @baekhyunstruly @lilacdreams-00 @ridinhyuck @archivedmkl @najaeminluvbot @jiye0n0 @rensiu @morkleetrash @neo444 @hrjchive @keemburley @soobin-chois @yiz-yo @hae06 @nctasdfghj @aerev @studywoo @jun5ui @smolpeyy @mahae66 @kkotjia

#🐢 najaemism #t: smau #m: haechan #u: 127 #u: dream

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heart can’t lose [52.2]

FIFTY TWO (ii). | prev / masterlist / next

PAIRING. lee haechan x fem!oc

WARNINGS. none

TAGLIST. @neozonenet @radiorenjun @bluejaem @pink-but-rosie @renjun-pretty @holdinbacksecrets @rynshyuckies @jelllyjae @jenyongcas @whyisquill @beemarkie @morkxlee @hibuki-chan @moonwalkun @lyyhyuck @baekhyunstruly @lilacdreams-00 @ridinhyuck @archivedmkl @najaeminluvbot @jiye0n0 @rensiu @morkleetrash @neo444 @hrjchive @keemburley @soobin-chois @yiz-yo @hae06 @nctasdfghj @aerev @studywoo @jun5ui @smolpeyy @mahae66 @kkotjia

#🐢 najaemism #t: smau #m: haechan #u: 127 #u: dream

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% what are we?

pairings: haechan x gn!reader || wc: 0.66k || warnings: none

a gentle knocking on the door draws you out of the intricate world of hotel du lac. you lift your eyes from the pages as the door creaks open, and donghyuck sticks his head into the room.

“couldn’t sleep,” he whispers, clutching his blanket around him.

“mark couldn’t either?”

“no, just me.”

more under the cut!

“why didn’t you go find jeno or something?”

“cause i knew he would kick me out.”

the corner of your lips tilts upwards in a teasing smirk. “and who’s to say i won’t?”

donghyuck’s eyes immediately narrow, and he huffs in annoyance. “jerk,” he mutters, retreating out of the doorway and shutting the door firmly behind him.

“wait, hyuck-!” it’s too late by the time the words make it out of your mouth, and you give a deep sigh. tossing your blanket off your legs, you make your way to the door, lips pursed and eyes rolling.

you pull the door open. “just so you know, i was in a very comfortable position.”

donghyuck is standing outside with his back against the wall, not even trying to pretend that he wasn’t just waiting for you to chase him back in.

he grins at you lopsidedly, messy hair getting in his eyes as he slips past you into the bedroom. “loser.”

he dives into your bed, burying himself under the covers. when he surfaces, his head pops out from the top of the blanket, eyes glinting cheekily over the hem of the sheets.

you nudge him with your knee, signalling him to make space, and he obliges. his arm, however, sneaks behind your back and around your shoulders as you plonk yourself back down on what little space he has allowed you. of course, there’s no way you’d let him have his way, so you leave a substantial gap between the two of you, even if that makes you sit precariously on the edge.

just as you resume your reading, you feel your torso tilt sideways, towards donghyuck. your head comes to rest on his shoulder, if at a very awkward angle.

you raise your eyebrows at him. “what do you think you’re doing?”

donghyuck says nothing in response, instead staring at you. you refuse to concede to whatever he’s trying to convey with his intense gaze, but a minute of eye contact proves too much even for you, and you huff for the third time since he’s presented himself at your door.

you shift yourself such that the both of your legs are touching, and lean into his shoulder, head on his chest. “couldn’t you just ask like a normal person?”

“no. we’re not even dating.”

“that’s a moot point, hyuck. even we think we’re dating sometimes.”

donghyuck makes a non-committal noise of vague agreement, and pulls you closer, such that your head is tucked neatly under his chin.

for a while, peace is restored, and his light breaths are warm against the top of your head.

you flip your hand upwards, as if demanding something from donghyuck, and he reacts by doing exactly what you want — putting his hand in yours.

“sleep,” donghyuck yawns, hand curling around the curve of your waist. he knocks the book out of your hands (of course he would), and pulls you down into the tangle of sheets with him. you follow without much protest, flipping the light switch at your bedside.

in the dark room, only the outline of the curtains can be seen, bright moonlight silhouetting its rectangular shape. donghyuck holds you to his chest, and asks, “so what are we?”

you turn your head to the side, pressing your cheek against his collarbones. “more than friends.”

“lovers?”

“not lovers.”

“friends with benefits?”

“we don’t reproduce.”

he snickers at your avoidance of the three-lettered word. “fine then. so what are we?”

you remain silent for a very long time, and he almost thinks you're asleep when you reply with a tone of finality.

“we are what we are, and that’s enough.”

taglist: @jensrose, @neocuddlytechnology, @moontines, @tarosaurus, @i-m4rk, @moonsclover

networks: @kflixnet, @/ficscafe

#🐢 marklilies #t: drabble #m: haechan #u: 127 #u: dream

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heart can’t lose [52.1]

FIFTY TWO (i). | prev / masterlist / next

PAIRING. lee haechan x fem!oc

WARNINGS. language

TAGLIST. @neozonenet @radiorenjun @bluejaem @pink-but-rosie @renjun-pretty @holdinbacksecrets @rynshyuckies @jelllyjae @jenyongcas @whyisquill @beemarkie @morkxlee @hibuki-chan @moonwalkun @lyyhyuck @baekhyunstruly @lilacdreams-00 @ridinhyuck @archivedmkl @najaeminluvbot @jiye0n0 @rensiu @morkleetrash @neo444 @hrjchive @keemburley @soobin-chois @yiz-yo @hae06 @nctasdfghj @aerev @studywoo @jun5ui @smolpeyy @mahae66 @kkotjia

#🐢 najaemism #t: smau #m: haechan #u: 127 #u: dream

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heart can’t lose [52.2]

FIFTY TWO (ii). | prev / masterlist / next

PAIRING. lee haechan x fem!oc

WARNINGS. none

TAGLIST. @neozonenet @radiorenjun @bluejaem @pink-but-rosie @renjun-pretty @holdinbacksecrets @rynshyuckies @jelllyjae @jenyongcas @whyisquill @beemarkie @morkxlee @hibuki-chan @moonwalkun @lyyhyuck @baekhyunstruly @lilacdreams-00 @ridinhyuck @archivedmkl @najaeminluvbot @jiye0n0 @rensiu @morkleetrash @neo444 @hrjchive @keemburley @soobin-chois @yiz-yo @hae06 @nctasdfghj @aerev @studywoo @jun5ui @smolpeyy @mahae66 @kkotjia

#🐢 najaemism #t: smau #m: haechan #u: 127 #u: dream

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if the shoe fits | nct ‘00 line

a choose your own path series ft. nct ’00 line!

A horrible turn of events puts you jobless, in debt, practically homeless, and right in front of Seoul’s most prestigious corporations with an offer that’s nothing short of saving grace and a deal straight from the CEO of a high-rise building in this city. What hides under the upper crust of the city’s most famous and sought-after family-owned empire, is a mess of unkempt familial relations and an even messy—almost nonexistent—bond between the potential heirs of a real estate share of property worth millions. Oh, and a grandfather who just wants his grandkids to get along and not end up like their fathers (and his sons) did.

“so…you want me to babysit a bunch of young men?”

Keep reading

#🐢 njmverse #t: series #u: dream #u: wayv #u: 127

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5-6PM

PAIRING: fem-grad-student!reader x idol bf!Yuta

GENRE: fluff, suggestive, crack, established relationship!au

WC: 0.9k

⚠️ WARNING(S): suggestive content

SERIES MASTERLIST ♡ MAIN MASTERLIST

19.APR.2022

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“I’ll be right back!” Taeyong says as he’s about to exit the recording studio but not before looking at you and Yuta with squinted eyes. “And no funny business.”

“Can’t promise that”, Yuta says cheekily, though a bit too late for Taeyong to hear since he’s already left the room. You snicker at your boyfriend while your eyes are glued to your phone.

‎

Your boyfriend has a few recording sessions to do, and you decided to tag along.

This isn’t the first time you’ve been with Yuta to the studio, but you always ask him if you could go with him whenever you have time. You loved going because you got to hear live raw vocals of Yuta and the rest of the members. It makes you think of all the hard work, not just the members but the production team put in to record one song, let alone a whole album.

Currently, the studio is quiet since there’s no one else there apart from you and Yuta. The only sounds present is from the random videos you’re looking at through social media and the slurps from Yuta as he drinks his banana milk.

Yuta looks around the room for a moment before calling out to you. “Baby?”

“Yeah?” your attention still fixed on the small screen in front of you.

“We’re alone.”

“And your point is...?” finally, looking at your boyfriend, who playfully raises his eyebrows at you, hinting at something.

“No.” turning back to look at your phone.

“You don’t even know what I was going to say!”

You glance at him and snort. “Babe, I’ve been with you long enough to know what you’re thinking about right now.”

“But baby-”

“Didn’t you hear Taeyong? No funny business.”

Yuta groans and throws his head back against the couch. “But I’m bored.”

“That’s not my problem.”

“Yes, but you can solve it, baby”, Yuta pouts as he sits closer to you and rests his chin on your shoulder. When you glance at him, you see him fluttering his eyelashes.

“Come on”, your boyfriend begins to poke your arm, trying to get your attention away from your phone. “Un-bored me”

You start flinching and attempt to lean away from Yuta when he starts to poke your hips. The poking suddenly turns to tickling, and boy, were you ticklish.

You lose grip of your phone and drop it on the carpeted floor, squealing as you squirm underneath him. “Babe, stop!” giggling and trying to push his hands away. “You know how ticklish I am!”

Yuta then peppers several kisses on your face before moving down to your jaw and neck. He nips on your neck a little and moves down to your exposed collarbone, making you moan at the contact of his soft lips. His hands find their way under your shirt and on your hips, soothing it, making you melt against his touch. His kisses move back up to your jaw and then to your lips, leaving a subtle hint of your strawberry lip balm against his.

At this point, you’ve totally disregarded what Taeyong said earlier about no funny business.

“Get this off”, murmuring against your boyfriend’s lips as you tug up his hoodie.

Yuta puts his arms up so you can get it off him and scoffs. “What happened to ‘Didn’t you hear Taeyong? No funny business?’” mocking you and smirking as he watches you toss it to the side.

“Just shut up.” you groan.

Soon enough, the kisses get more heated and intense, leaving you wanting more and more.

You run your hands across his chest and down to his abdomen. Your hand lingers around before moving further down until you reach his growing-

“What the-?”

You and your boyfriend halt your movements as you look at each other with widened eyes. Yuta slowly turns his head around while you peak yours to the side to see Taeyong standing by the door. Shock and confusion spread across his face as he sees Yuta on top of you on the couch.

“Oh, uh…” Yuta moves away from you so that you both can sit back on the couch properly. He scratches the nape of his neck a little while you fix yourself. “Y/N wasn’t feeling too well, so I was just trying to make her feel… better?”

Taeyong raises an eyebrow. “By making out and being… topless?”

“It actually works! I feel a lot better now,” you chimed in, grinning at Taeyong.

To be honest, you weren't exactly sure where this was going, and you could tell Taeyong felt the same, too, by the look on his face.

"Um, okay…?" Taeyong gestures at Yuta. "Hurry up and put something on before we start recording, unless you want to do it half-naked," Taeyong says as he sits on the producer's chair, lightly swivelling himself side to side.

"I wouldn't mind that at all," you murmur, grabbing and taking a sip of your drink on the table.

Taeyong stops and looks at you with a clueless expression. “What?”

“What?” immediately repeating Taeyong, acting like you didn’t just say you wouldn’t mind your boyfriend doing his recordings half-naked.

“What did you just say?” Taeyong folds his arms and looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

“I didn’t say anything,” mirroring Taeyong’s folded arms but with the straightest face you can put on while he looks at you suspiciously. It was so hard not to keep yourself from bursting out from laughter because you loved to wind Taeyong up for fun. He was like a big brother you could tease all the time.

Yuta looks back and forth between you and Taeyong. “So am I putting this on or not?” Yuta asks, holding up his hoodie.

“Yes.”

“No.”

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