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nerdy/loser haechan ͙͘͡ ★

i can't get this look out of my head so here's this 😵‍💫

even haechan didn't know how he bagged a girl like you. but here you were, sitting next to him on his very own couch. he had agreed to let you come over to his apartment after your begging. he had warned you countless times of the noisy neighbors and how it was constantly freezing but you didn't mind. all that mattered was him.

you were playing mario kart together, eating pizza he had ordered. only, his attention had slowly drifted away from the game, not caring any more if you passed him.

"hyuck what happened to your streak?" you said through giggles as the screen popped up, saying you were in first and he was in fourth. his hand went to the back of his head as he leaned back on the couch, gaze running over you.

"i dunno, i thought you deserved to win," he said, voice extra raspy. you nodded, nothing less than suspicious.

"whatever you say... hey maybe you can show me leauge of legends; i don't wanna play but i'll watch you play." you said, watching as his expression changed.

he was suprised by your words, but he also knew how much you loved when he geeked out over things he was passionate about. "um sure," he said, making you smile. he helped you up from the couch, taking you to his bedroom, taking a seat on his gaming chair.

he started up the game, definitely taking notice to how you slowly inched closer to him. before he knew it, you were crawling onto his lap, claiming you were cold.

god you were absolutely evil he thought as you fiddled with the hem of his sweater, thighs bare on top of his. "maybe 'cause you decided to wear these shorts," he said, his hand running over your legs briefly before returning to his keyboard.

he played the game, explaining every aspect of it with enthusiasm despite the heavy tension between you two. you had started to tune him out, distracted by how his nimble fingers chased over his keyboard; how he bit his lips in between subtle curses when other players absolutely beat his ass.

"sorry i'm a bit rusty, haven't played in a few days..." he said as a sigh escaped his lips. he looked down at you, only to see that your eyes were practically eating him alive. "were you even paying attention... at all...?"

you shook your head, leaning in to press a kiss to his neck. "i was then i got distracted," you say softly, hands drifting under his sweater. his breath hitched, focus remaining on the game. "i know you're distracted too though."

your focus went back to the screen of his pc as a screen with the word DEFEAT popped up in big letters. he groaned turning to you. "god i hate you," he said, voice strained.

you pressed another kiss to his neck, watching as he let out a breath he probably didn't even know he was holding. "i know you don't," you said. your hands went further up his sweater and your kisses moved down to his collarbone.

suddenly, the game was long forgotten.

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tw: panic attack

Academic rival Haechan x Reader

23:27

Your eyes burn. Every blink aches. A dull pulse behind your eyelids, red veins prominent in the white of your eyes, vision blurry everytime you take your eyes off the screen.

The words don't make sense anymore. You read the same sentence once, twice, thrice; it feels as though your brain has reached its maximum capacity and refuses to accept anymore information.

Frustrated, you massage your forehead in an attempt to relieve it from some of the tension. You desperately need rest. The sterile white lights of the library are too bright, too sharp. The silence is driving you insane.

You bury your face in your hands. You can't give up, not right now, not when the exams are so close. The pressure sits heavily on your shoulders, weighing down on you more than ever. You hear your own muffled sobs, chest full of hatred and head swollen with thoughts it can't hold anymore.

It feels like a storm is raging in your head — loud, messy, and impossible to calm. Everything’s spinning too fast, and you’re right at the center of it. You feel like you’re drowning in plain sight, invisible in a sea of open books and tense shoulders.

And in the midst of it all, out of nowhere, a quiet:

"Hey."

You almost don't hear it. A gentle hand on your shoulder makes you flinch. But the hand doesn't move, it is as firm as it is gentle.

You look up through tear stained cheeks and blurry eyes. You know that voice, and you know the face, even though you can hardly see through your tears.

Donghyuck crouches down beside your chair, another hand holding your cheek, thumb wiping away the tears as they flow.

"Breathe."

You can't. But he doesn't give up so easily either. His voice is deep, deep, deep, as he gently persuades you to breathe with him, counting each breath with uncharacteristic patience.

"You're okay, you're okay."

"Donghyuck," you manage to say between sobs. "Donghyuck."

"I'm right here, love." And he pulls you into his chest. Your face fits perfectly in the crook of his neck, his warm skin enveloping you in a bubble of comfort. He lays his head on top of yours and sways from side to side.

It feels strange just as much as it feels right.

Donghyuck - with a sharp tongue and a hot temper - insults you for every wrong answer and rolls his eyes at every right one. Every score higher than yours is worn as a crown, and each one lower than yours is a constant reminder that his best is sometimes still not enough.

Donghyuck - with his soft voice and warm body - tells you how great you are doing, how much he admires your hardwork, how he wants to be as good as you.

"I want to be as good as you too," you croak.

He chuckles.

"You can't, not like this. You need rest."

You protest, there's still so much to do and you already feel better, but Donghyuck is hard to convince.

He packs your things and drives you home. He pulls the blanket up over your shoulders with surprising care, tucking you in like he’s done it a hundred times before. His hands linger for a second, as if making sure you’re really safe — like the storm in your chest might still come back if he lets go too soon.

And then he turns to leave.

You don't want him to.

"Stay."

That's all you can say, not another bit of energy left in you.

And he understands.

The warmth of his body feels like home as he pulls you against him, hand wrapping securely around your waist. You feel him press his lips to your hair, unable to resist the closeness. You shift closer, craving the safety and comfort his presence brings.

Both of you lay in the quiet of your bedroom, not saying, but thinking the same thing.

Maybe this is what love feels like.

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yo mark is so cool that he shares clothes with me :3

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ jellyous

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ1999

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ grey matter

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⅄ ✢ (੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ᜒ ֪

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thank you for blessing me with this my beautiful moot 😖😖

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hiiiiiiii, again….. NEED TO FIND A FANFIC‼️

chenle is involved in the mafia… actually, he’s being chased by them. he sometimes disappears from yn’s life and comes back randomly to protect her.

he comes back one night and tells her “yo i have to run away bc they’re gonna kill me… AND PROBABLY YOU” and he’s like “forget me please i want to protect you” and she’s like “fuck it i’m going with you” (actually i don’t remember if they actually end up together but I REALLY HOPE)

and that’s all ik…. please help me (for the millionth time) i love you all thank you for always finding them for me KAKDKDKKF

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"i asked grok" "i asked chatgpt" i asked yuki tsunoda but he hasn’t responded because his phone is in lake como

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why is there a freak in my dms…..

@yuteni

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literally me. i can’t open twitter bc of this exact reason (i end up doing so bc i can’t afford to miss my beautiful boy chenle in the tds4 outfits)… also hyuckle and markle vids😖😖

also I had to log off of TikTok real quick because I kept getting videos of TDS4 and I wanted to throw myself off a cliff man

if I don't hear TTF or dunk shot live at least once-

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exactly

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CHILLER (2025)

NCT DREAM — Chenle

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thank a for the tag!! :3 this is my (other) wallpaper

i think all my other moots have been tagged already so :3 @nanaxwii @pjsteroid @fullsunstrawberry @lelezip @leejenoenthusiast @dibidibidismynameisleeknow + anyone else i could’ve forgotten 😔

tag game!

thank you @yutarot for the idea! also loosely inspired by user @ysvanielle and their lockscreen tag game <3

show off your phone lockscreen and homescreens!!

here’s mine:

it looks kinda boring lmao but the setup makes more sense when you see my phone case because they’re matching! (i also used to customize the app icons but the shortcut mechanism annoyed me so much 😟)

🏷️ : @cigsaftersuh @yutarot @lyvhie @sinisxtea @nebularsung @polarisjisung @sionfull @chenlezip @ayukas @82sim @cheers2hani @saeist @nanaxwi @glitterypinksworld @spacejip @yoshit-he-dinosaur @markkiatocafe @jirsungs @peterm4rker @remtrack + anyone else who would like to participate!

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how do you guys think chenle would react to being called beautiful?

because i think he’d be either flustered and speechless, or just nonchalantly nodding and raising his hands in surrender, saying “eh, i get it… i’ll give you that one”.

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chenle down bad? aw he’s just like meeeeeee :3

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“i need to lock in” the college student -with 3 finals next week- said, as she opened twitter and scrolled through all tds4 chenle pictures and videos.

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bro is so beautiful he got me cursing in spanish in the tags