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[heartseungs-archive]

[01.20]

At this time of night, the studio falls silent. Only the sound of dripping water and soft thuds as you shape the clay are there to accompany, along with the dimly flickering LED bulb on your work desk. The mannequins behind take on a ghostly appearance, shrouded by shadows and yet stark white. It may seem spooky, foolish even, to hang about in such an isolated place. After all, this is what makes up ghost stories, isn’t it?

Yet, solitude seems to have provided a perfect space for you to continue your art, undisturbed by the constant frenzied buzz that makes up the classroom. Away from your classmates’ laughter and jokes, there is just you and your art. While entertaining, they have also proved a distraction, leaving you to remain awake at odd hours to have any chance of finishing your final work.

The stress that came with being in Seoul’s top-performing arts university was unpleasant, but not unfamiliar. You had always sought approval from figures of authority, whether it had been your homeroom teacher, or now your lecturer. Just the other day, she stated that your art “lacked feeling and passion”, which you would have to somehow find within six months. Though there wasn’t much passion that could come from expensive coffee runs and hour-long presentations on art history.

Taking a step back from your sculpture, your eyes scan over it. The faceless mould of a woman stares back, and you’re not sure how to feel. In a way, it feels like a mirror: surrounded by an endless sea of talent, you’ve become nothing but another student-artist wannabe. A sigh escapes before you know it, and you rub your eyes. Maybe it’ll be a good idea to take a break, and ‘view some scenery for inspiration’ as Ms Kim suggested.

Just then, footsteps ring down the hall. A tinge of fear rises at the thought that it might be some sort of revengeful spirit before you quash it. Stupid. Ghosts don't exist.

It gets closer and closer, and your breath stops. Before you can blink, the doors slide open, a body follows through, and instead of a ghost with long hair and a white gown, it is Renjun. Huang Renjun, to be specific. Scholarship winner and acclaimed artist since childhood, if the stories are to be believed. Maybe you would know better if he spoke in class. However, Renjun stays shut off, preferring to sit in his corner and work on his paintings, with the rest of the class too intimidated or too unnerved to truly strike a conversation. It's definitely not that he’s incapable of socializing - you’ve seen him around with Jaemin and Haechan from the theatre department, and Chenle from Med.

Renjun looks equally surprised to see you, and it causes you to smile slightly. It seems the both of you are night owls. The smile might come out more as a cringe though, and you’re sure it's not the most flattering look with clay-stained overalls and messy hair. To your surprise, he smiles back. What shocks you even more, however, is the question that he asks.

“Long night?” Renjun’s voice is much clearer than you expected, likely due to the silence of the art studio. It’s pleasant and calming, different from the loud voices of most students in this class.

“Yeah. Ms Kim’s been hounding me about the progress on my work, so…” you gesture half-heartedly to the structure.

“I’ve seen your sketches. They look great. Also Ms Kim just likes to nitpick, but it’s for students she likes. So it’s a good sign.” The praise from him fills you with much more joy than it should, but it’s nice after the cloud of anxiety that’s been hanging over you this entire week.

“I hope so. You’re definitely her star student though. Mind letting me see your paintings? I’m thinking of practicing my brush techniques for the sculpture eventually, and from what I’ve heard…you’re good. More than good actually.” Renjun looks down at that, and you can tell he’s hesitating to say something. Did you cross the line, perhaps? Maybe he was just trying to be polite to someone who he would have to share the space with.

“Actually-” Both of you say it at the same time and immediately halt, staring momentarily. You huff out a laugh, and gesture for him to first.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to collaborate with me for the exhibition. Of course, you don’t have to, but we both have vastly different areas of expertise and I think it’d make a good competition piece.”

Renjun’s request was most definitely not expected. You’re sure you’re fully awake now, and yet fear this might be some sort of half-awake dream that you’ve hallucinated. In the span of five minutes, Huang Renjun, painter extraordinaire, has complimented your work and asked you to collaborate with him. You’d be a fool not to accept, even if you have to work extra hard to make up for the sheer difference in skill.

Nodding, you gesture for him to take a seat opposite your workspace. Perhaps it would be better to bounce out ideas first, to show that you’re committed to this so he doesn’t regret his choice. You’re too busy in your own thoughts, that you don’t realise the look of relief that Renjun has at your agreement, obvious even in the poor lighting. Unable to decide, you return to your sculpture, while Renjun pulls out his sketchbook and gouache paints. He seems to be scribbling down ideas, so you place your faith in him and leave him be. After all, both of you have the entire night, and probably many others ahead if this partnership goes through. But at least now, there’s a renewed sense of hope, an excitement that you thought you had lost a while ago. Eventually, you’ll have to thank Renjun. For whichever lucky stars had aligned, converging your paths together for the next few months.

Occasionally, your eyes drift over to where he’s sitting, quietly muttering to himself before writing things down. The acceleration of your heartbeat is something foreign, and you’re sure you’re wide awake now.

You find that you no longer care much for solitude, not when Renjun is by your side with his sketchbook.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[8:09 pm]

(cw: f!reader)

The car rumbled down the street, a cold silence filled the car. You started out the passenger window while husband!Renjun looked at you from the corner of his eye.

It had been a rough afternoon for the two of you. Renjun failed to tell you about a huge gala he had for work that night even though you had already both agreed to celebrate your wedding anniversary tonight. Your anniversary celebration that had already rescheduled since Renjun would be out of town. You knew this wasn’t his fault exactly, he couldn’t control when he had to leave for work but the idea of spending your first wedding anniversary alone didn’t feel nice.

The gala though, that was his fault entirely. He swore he told you but there were no texts, emails, and nothing in the calendar you both kept up to date. Not to mention that he had told you it was black tie with only 3 hours until he had to be there.

You had wasted half an hour of that time arguing, another hour and a half getting ready and the last hour walking around department stores and boutiques looking for a dress that fit the dress code. And Renjun had been a major pain in your ass the entire time!

He would excitedly tell you found something and when you turned he would be holding a bright, gaudy dress with entirely too many ruffles. He did that countless times and each time you fell for it. You were already annoyed that he had waited until the last second, annoyed that the reservations you had planned were now useless, and annoyed that you had to spend your honorary wedding anniversary shmoozing Renjun’s coworkers.

He tried to make you laugh, tried to compliment you, talk to you like everything was ok but you wouldn’t budge! He sighed, fingers tapping at the steering wheel nervously, “you really do look beautiful. That dress fits you perfectly.”

You huffed like a grumpy child, “no, it doesn’t. It’s too long and the chest is too big.”

“Well, I can’t tell, you look gorgeous.”

“Another thing you don’t pay attention to,” you murmur under your breath.

Renjun sighs, pulling into the front of the venue and sliding out of the car to give the keys to the valet. The valet gets to your door before he can, but he can feel his nerves calm when you hook your arm through his. He tried to help you fix the skirt of your dress but you swatted his hands away.

He groaned under his breath, fine, if you wanted to be petty, he could be even more petty. He knew he messed up, but geez woman! How many time were you going to make him apologize?!

He straightened out his bow tie and entered the venue with you on his arm. He smiled at one of his bosses and walked over, “Mr. Lim! So good to see you again! I don’t know if you remember but this is my darling wife.” His hand squeezed your waist as he drawled out the word “darling.” You smiled and introduced yourself to the older man, standing by as the ever interested wife as they both made small talk.

Every introduction that followed was the same. You were Renjun’s beloved wife, his dear wife, his sweet wife, the wife he adored and with every introduction you felt the genuine disappointment from earlier melt into mild, playful annoyance.

After Renjun had had enough of introductions and led the two of you to your seats you finally took the bait. “I know what you’re doing Mr. Huang, just because you describe me with all these cute little adjectives doesn’t mean you’re forgiven.”

Renjun hides a smile from behind the rim of his glass, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh! This is my precious wife who I love with my whole heart and soul, do you remember her?” You mimic in a low growl.

Renjun laughs brightly, “I don’t sound like that! And I didn’t gush about you like that.”

“You basically did. Now everyone here knows who wears the pants in this marriage.”

Renjun grabs your hands and waits for you to look at him. When you do you find his gaze soft and apologetic, “I really am sorry. It completely slipped my mind and in the future I will absolutely stay on top of keeping you informed. Can you find it in that big, beautiful heart of yours to forgive me?”

You fiddled with the wedding band on his ring finger, “I’m more annoyed that you kept pulling hideous dresses when we didn’t have a lot of time to get here.”

“I will never, and I mean never, give you fake fashion advice again.”

“Well, I’m sorry for throwing a fit about it too. I accept your apology, my favorite husband.”

“Hey! I’m your only husband. Forever.”

[jammingjaem]

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[polarisjisung]

LOVE ON THE COURT | 07 TAEHYUN FROM 3RD GRADE

SYNOPSIS | every college student has their struggles, but raising her younger brother has Y/N top of the list, struggling her way through college whilst balancing her academics and basketball captaincy is difficult no doubt and with Jaemin, her ex best friend and captain of the guys basketball team, and his growing one sided hatred towards her, it doesn't seem to be getting any easier

WARNINGS | swearing, sexual innuendos, kys/kms jokes, some more anti daegal agenda from haechan, jaemin is still a bitch but trust that will change shortly

NOTES | written cut ahead!! also just wanted to say thank you to everyone who's reading and interacting, I love reading all the comments 🫶🏼🫶🏼 +++ just a warning to be careful and stay safe for everyone in the uk with the ongoing violence :( please take care of yourselves!

Jaemin sighs.

Luck hadn't been on his side today, not when he woke up 20 minutes after his alarm, with the worst bedhead of his life and his hungry kittens practically hissing at him to be fed, not when he was late to school and the first class of the day and certainly not now.

Now as campus feels suspiciously empty, almost too empty, considering practise had ended only 5 minutes ago, jaemin stares up at the sky, thunder clashing, grey clouds looming overhead.

It doesn't take much longer for the rain to come, not a light drizzle but a full blown storm, the wind making the rain splash in his face, his pink hair matted to his forehead. A frown lines his lips.

And as if luck hadn't fucked him over enough, the bus service was cancelled all week.

If it wasn't for your slow, cautious footsteps, jaemin would've found himself trudging through the rain for the next half an hour to get back home.

He sighs in relief, convincing himself he'll ask the student approaching for a ride home, and like most students, who he was pretty popular with, he'd get a positive answer.

Jaemin's relief is short lived when he realises, that student is in fact you making your way over.

The way the concern paints your features and you rush over in the rain, not too bothered about getting yourself wet but still offering an umbrella out to him, the way you feign selflessness, the way you seem so innocent, it all convinces jaemin that maybe walking back home in the rain isn't too bad. He's already turned around before you can say anything.

He doesn't know why he stops when he hears your voice call out for him

"Jaemin" he doesn't know even more why he turns around to face you, holding perhaps the most eye contact he has with you in years.

"Do you need a ride home?" you ask, smiling as you wait for him to take the umbrella from you. He only shoves it back into your hands

All jaemin can focus on is that one word, did he need a ride, need?

Jaemin had never and would never need anything from you. He'd like to make that clear, but it's a lot less validating when he knows you won't respond the way he'd like. His bitter remarks were always met with silence on your end.

"I don't need anything from you" he spits the words out anyways.

You nod, but you don't let up, and apparently neither does the rain, it's speed doubling by the second and the size of each falling droplet growing.

"Would you like a ride?" you try again, despite the fact that you could barely make out jaemin in front of you and all you can hope is that he'll say yes.

His facial expressions telling you otherwise.

"Fine" he says, walking past you and towards your car, you can't help but smile, even if you had gotten completely soaked in the process of convincing him.

For a moment, you're close enough to blowing your cover, forgetting to ask for directions, but jaemin seems a step ahead, taking the initiative to put his apartment address into your satnav. Now you couldn't pretend that being next to him was easy, even if you tried to, jaemins presence left you in a constant state of uneasiness, like you were hyper aware of every sound you made, every word you spoke, worried you were breathing too loud or something completely out of your control would tick him off. It wasn't that jaemin was a horrible guy, he wasn't— you knew that better than anyone else, you just never knew why he had decided to be so horrible to you.

You choose to sit in silence, phone connected to the aux but no music playing as you drove. For just a second, you remember how comforting the silence between you both had once been, how there was never an awkward moment or thoughts of self doubt in jaemin's presence. Now it felt heavy, unspoken words and underlying emotions lingering in the space between you.

"Don't think we're friends just because I accepted your ride" he says, his tone sour.

"I know we're not friends jaemin, just doesn't hurt to be cordial"

You're not sure if he even hears what you said, but if he had, jaemin chooses to ignore your words. You don't say anything of it either.

He turns to face you, concentrated on driving through the heavy rain with a heavy grip on the wheel. You seem stiff for some reason, though he can't figure out why.

This is the first time, jaemin realises, that he's let himself look at you completely.

Your hands grip the steering wheel, some fresh red scratches on them, he wonders where they came from but moves on from the thought quickly, supposing you were just as clumsy as you once were. It's the only similarity he can notice, everything else seems painfully different to the old you.

Your hair is tied back in a ponytail and seems longer than he'd last remembered, perhaps a couple shades darker too, your facial features seem more mature and your eyes seem more tired.

For some reason each change, large or small, still manages to suit you well.

"Good game out there" you say and jaemin notices the changes that came to your voice, you've developed some confidence but speak in a softer tone than before, the smile on your face seems permanent, a realisation that makes his eyes roll.

"Can't say the same for you"

You nod, this really hadn't been your best game and the lack of sleep last night really hadn't helped.

"I hope you're not going to continue the rest of the season with the weak shots and shitty playing" he clicks his tongue, "it's not exactly best player of the year material is it?"

Most days you'd let jaemin take these shots at you, the wordless ones, the bold ones, and the quite frankly unnecessary ones, but today something urges you to defend yourself just a little.

"We all have our moments jaemin" you sigh, and despite wanting to say more, you decide against it, besides you were almost home anyway.

"Too many of those moments and we're in the same situation we were last year, wouldn't want to let the team down more than you already do would you?"

You don't respond, the car coming to a stop outside the front entrance to your apartment complex. You're glad it does, tears pricking your eyes as a smug jaemin steps out of the car.

"Thanks"

When the door shuts behind jaemin you can't help but let the tears roll down your face.

You wonder why you even make an effort.

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[rockstarhaechan]

7:14 am

"no stop, please junnie" laughter was heard through the whole entire house, birds singing melodic sounds outside of your window, sun shining into your face.

"get back here I'm not finished yet" renjun's voice echoed in your ears as you tried to escape his grip but he wasn't letting you go. hands wrapped around your ankles, gently pulling you back to him so he could tickle you even more.

"renjun.. stop, i-i can't breathe, god" you giggled out as his soft hands dug into your waist dragging you onto his lap, one of his hands working their way up to your hair and pushed a strand of hair out of your face.

"good morning princess, how was your sleep?" you get lost in his beauty each time he stares down at you, his puppy like eyes, soft skin, the way he smells like. he was just perfect in your eyes.

"my sleep was good, but you snored again" a fake pout plastered on your face before you started grinning.

"i don't snore, its your imagination darling" renjun chuckled at your declaration knowing damn well that he snores in his sleep. you scoffed while placing a small kiss on his cheek before getting off of his lap.

"I'm gonna take a shower and then make breakfast, I'll call you when you can come into the kitchen, i love you" you blurred out as you kissed his lips before heading into the bathroom.

"i love you so much more, i can't even explain it in words, but you're my world darling." renjun whispered, knowing you wont hear him anymore.

[fadedncity]

after hours

wc: 1.7k

pairing: renjun x fem!reader

cw: smut, fwb!au, secret fwb, non idol au, use of marijuana, sex while under the influence, teasing, oral sex (receiving), mentions of other idols, basically pwp

song inspo: hit this hard by post malone | after hours by kehlani

Your nose tingles and your eyes slightly sting. Because of Jaemin's suggestion to try and hotbox the apartment, the smoke clouded the entire room, with no fresh air moving around, only getting you higher.

"Can I please break the hotbox?" Haechan asks.

"Don't you dare," Jaemin warns.

"My eyes are starting to burn, I can't take this anymore!" Haechan dramatically whined.

"At least wait until this spliff is done," Jeno says.

Gigi passes you the blunt, only worth about two, maybe three hits left. You deeply inhale, holding your breath for a second for a little head rush before exhaling. Taking the last hit, the smoke hits the back of your throat with a bit of an extra kick, causing you to cough.

You had barely put out the last bit of the blunt when Haechan beelined to the nearest window, opening it all the way, starting to get some ventilation and finally some fresh air.

With the dim lighting of the LEDs and the copious amount of smoke filling the room, you only notice the shadow of the figure approaching you once they're right in front of you.

"You okay?" Renjun's voice brings you out of your thoughts.

Still, a little spaced out, you slowly nod.

"Here," he hands you a bottle of water.

"I'm fine," your voice is a little hoarse.

"Just drink it," he playfully kicked your foot before leaving you with a wink thrown over his shoulder.

By the time the smoke had started to really clear out, your bottle of water was almost empty. You find Renjun on the couch opposite of you, only partially engaged in the conversation with Chenle and Jisung.

His eyes had been trailing up from your black and pink weed socks, up your bare legs, to the cute skirt hugging your waist. By the time Renjun's eyes meet yours, he sees you already looking at him with a smirk.

"Are you coming?" Minjeong asks you.

"Coming where?"

"The deli on the corner for a snack run."

You glance back at Renjun to see him still looking at you. And as if coming to a silent agreement, you give Minjeong your answer.

"I'm too high to be outside right now," you say.

"Understandable. Want me to grab you something?"

"Yeah something salty. Or sweet."

"That's so helpful," she deadpanned.

You can tell Renjun's having a similar exchange with Jeno, coming up with some excuse for him to stay behind with you. As you wait for your friends to leave the apartment, your eyes are stuck on Renjun.

You both hear the door close, and quiet fills the house as the two of you are finally left alone. 

"Can I help you?" you stare back at Renjun.

"Depends," he answers.

"On?" you ask, rising to your feet and walking over to his side of the room. But when Renjun diverts his eyes from you with a smile, a smirk of your own creeps onto your face as you drop a knee on either side of his thighs, sitting in his lap. "If you wanna kiss me just say that."

"Fine," is all he says before he pulls you in, and your lips clash with his.

Once your lips meet, your fingers curl themselves around the short hairs at the nape of his neck. Renjun's tongue swipes along your bottom lip, and you let the sweetness of the energy drink he'd been drinking along with traces of smoke invade your senses. The kiss soon grows heated, and Renjun's pulling you into his lap, gripping your thighs in his hands.

You pull away to catch your breath.

You pull the red Yankees snapback off his head, letting long strands of silver hair fall over his eyes. He reaches for it, but you retract your arm out of his reach while he frustratedly runs his fingers through his hair.

"Don't think that's fair, do you?"

"Cause you always play fair," you say.

"Far more than you. I mean look at what you're already doing to me," Renjun rolled your hips against his, allowing you to feel the outline of his cock growing hard.

"And what is it am I doing to you, Junnie?" you teasingly ask, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"That for starters. Not to mention, wearing this thing that seemingly gets shorter and shorter every time I see it," Renjun pushes your skirt higher up your thighs, gently squeezing your flesh, "How could you expect me to last all night without just getting at least one touch," he grips your bare thigh.

"Just one?"

"Unless you're asking me for more," the corners of his lips turn up, "Go ahead ask me."

"Renjun..."

"Yeah, baby?" he nods.

You grabbed the back of his neck and crashed your lips into his. Renjun starts kissing your neck, licking a long stripe up the side of your throat before sinking his teeth into your skin, making you shudder.

"Junnie~" you tighten your fingers around strands of his hair you grabbed onto.

"Love when you say it like that. Sound so cute and desperate," he says in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Renjun," you lightly scold him.

"Sorry, I forgot you're the only allowed to tease here."

"See, now you're getting it."

Maneuvering himself onto the floor, on his knees, Renjun's quick to get your underwear off; hooking his fingers in the waistband and pulling them off you.

Renjun's mouth waters, hungrily eyeing your glistening folds. He runs his fingers through his hair before collecting the long strands into a small ponytail, using your hair tie he was wearing on his wrist just to keep his hair out of his way for now.

Renjun pushes your skirt higher up your hips, allowing him to get a full few of your pussy. Renjun licks a fat stripe between your folds, letting your juices flow onto his tongue.

Your eyes flutter shut, and you mewl. You don't see it but rather feel Renjun smile against your skin as he pushes your knees to your chest and delves his face back into your pussy.

You roughly grab onto his silver locks, tugging at his roots. You both moan in unison as jolts of pleasure climb up your spine.

Your back arched from the cushions, your head sinking deeper into the arm of the pillows. The tip of Renjun's tongue traces along your folds, ghosting over your clit, making you shudder.

Renjun flattened his tongue, swirling around the bundle of nerves before sucking it into his mouth. Your legs restlessly squirmed against his shoulders, leading Renjun to hold the back of your thighs, keeping you in place as he ate you out.

"Junnie, please," you moan softly.

Renjun came up to catch his breath and hungrily eyed your pussy glistening in your slick and his saliva.

"So sweet," He spreads your lips to watch your aching clit twitch "The way you taste, the way you sound," he spits on your pussy, "S'all so addictive," Renjun smiled as he circled his thumb around your clit.

You grew closer to cumming just from the act alone and felt yourself clenching around nothing.

Renjun grinned, pulling your hips closer to his face. His tongue wiggled against your gummy walls, his nose pressing into your clit as your hips started grinding against his face.

"My god, Junnie, it's so good," you tell him, and he hums back in response, the vibrations causing your toes to curl.

Somehow beyond your moans, a mix of obscene noises from both his mouth and your cunt, and the music still playing in the house, you hear your phone ringing.

"Did Renjun want anything too?" Ningning speaks loudly into the phone so you can hear her over the cacophony in the background.

"Did you want something?" You look down at Renjun between your legs.

"I'm good. Got everything I need right here." Renjun smirks, wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you closer to his face, bringing his tongue back to your core.

"He's good," you say, suppressing the moan rising in your throat.

"Are you okay?" Ningning asks, hearing the strain in your voice.

"Yeah, I just took a hit of the bong," you lied.

Ningning gasps on the other line, "They're using the bong without us!" she says to the others, "You better keep that shit packed for us by the time we get back," you drop your phone once she hangs up.

Your thighs are shaking, and your teeth sink violently into your bottom lip. Your fingers tightly grip his hair as you rock your hips against his face, chasing your high.

"Fuck, Renjun, I'm gonna cum," you pant.

Your legs close around Renjun's head as your orgasm hits you. Your back arched off the couch, and your nails lightly scratch his scalp as you tug his silver roots.

"Junnie, please," you whine, pushing his head away.

Renjun rises from his knees, rejoining you back on the couch. Hovering over you, he presses his lips to yours, and you taste traces of you all on his tongue.

"You're crazy, you know that," you tell him.

"Mhmm, but you like it," he smiles, sliding onto the cushion next to you.

"Fucking Aries," you shake your head, and Renjun playfully nips at your neck, making you yelp.

Renjun reaches for the bong on the coffee table as you stretch your legs over his thighs. "Really?" you ask.

"Gotta make it believable," he smirks, striking the lighter. The water in the bong bubbles as Renjun takes a long hit, and you watch thick clouds of smoke fill the neck before he inhales it all. He leans over to you, grabbing the back of your neck and bringing his lips to yours. You let him blow the smoke into your mouth and amid the exchange, manage to steal a proper kiss.

You pull away when you hear the front door open, and Ningning bursts into the room, looking at you both suspiciously.

"You two think you're slick?" she asks, narrowing her eyes as they bounce back and forth between you and Renjun. "I know you just wanted her for yourself," Ningning says. Oh shit. You and Renjun both glance at each other. But then Ningning snatches her bong off the table, cradling it in her arms like a child.

"Trust, I took very good care of her," Renjun says, subtly squeezing your knee.

a/n: this has been in my drafts for toooooo long 😫 i swear i meant what i said before about writing more and i promise y’all i am! feedback is appreciated!! thank you for reading, love you all <3

[hyckvr]

nct dream texts based off conversations i’ve had

pairing: ot7!dream x reader genre: comedy warnings: swearing, mentions of killing themselves, volcano eruption?? mentions of private parts😁 notes: i’m too unoriginal to come up with a script so i did this instead😣 this shitty text app gonna have to work till i fix my imsg 😭

mark, renjun, jeno:

haechan, jaemin:

chenle, jisung:

[cupofkofi]

[3:45PM] "you know what's annoying with huang renjun?" you ask your friend as you were packing your stuff from school, ready to go home. "his roasts?" your friend chuckles as you role your eyes and shook your head. "no! he knows how to sing, how to dance, he can draw, he can cook, according to chenle he can sew, plus he cleans his own room-" your friend interrupted you, "i think everyone cleans their room once in a while-" but you didn't care about your friend's remark and still continued "he's close to his friends and his family-" your friend rolled their eyes. "are you done?" your friend said as you both started walking out of the classroom and towards your lockers. "he's incredibly smart and wise, outspoken- basically EVERYTHING! HE CAN DO ANYTHING!" you burst out as you two reached your respective lockers along with earning weird looks from the people around you. "he's so handsome and cute like where is the flaw?" you add up to your outburst. "so what's irritating there?" your friend questions, "he's so unrealistically perfect in everything he does but you know what's they one thing he doesn't have?" you ask which made your friend scrunch up and think. "patience?" your friend remarked causing you both to laugh but you again shook your head, "he can never be mine." your joyful smile from describing him earlier turned into a saudade smile.

ever since the day you first met renjun, he became your instant crush. you did everything just to gain your attention in the smallest and shyest way possible, not wanting to seem to eager in to getting his attention. your friend knew about it and would always tease you about your crush and you have to admit, you sometimes get jealous of your friend for having the confidence to even talk to him.

unfortunately, renjun likes someone else. you were broken down by the news that he likes someone when one of renjun's friends, chenle, was your group mate in a group project. from then on, you tried to move on from renjun but found it difficult so you tend to rant your feelings to your friend.

what you didn't know was that chenle was talking about you when he told you that renjun liked someone. unbeknownst to you, crush!renjun was listening to your rant. shocked from your confession despite not being directly spoken too.

it's only a matter of who would make the first move.

[yeoosaangg]

៹ 엔씨티 드림

✎… OT7

01. NOTHING YET

✎… LEE MARK

01. LOVE ME LIKE YOU DO ── SMUT

✎… HUANG RENJUN

01. JEALOUSY ── SMUT

✎… LEE JENO

01. ALL MINE ── SMUT

✎… LEE HAECHAN

01. EVERYDAY ── SMUT

✎… NA JAEMIN

01. CHURCH ── SMUT

✎… ZHONG CHENLE

01. SWIM ── SMUT

✎… PARK JISUNG

01. INSANE ── SMUT

[donghyuckdarling]

[2:34 pm] Your feet dangle off the pier, the sky a bright clear blue. Next to you, Renjun clears his throat, politely asking for your attention. Once your eyes meet him, he looks away, his cheeks growing pink. Before you can ask him if he's okay, his hand takes yours, and his other hand brushes a strand of hair from your face, cupping your cheek. Despite the nervous flush on Renjun's face, he looks at you tenderly, 'Will you be my girlfriend?'

[jukipptx]

renjun wants to wear makeup too 💗💗💗💗

Also a note: please send requests!!! I’m running out of ideas 😫😫😫😫😫😫

ok but imagine renjun stayed the night in your uni dorm 😭😭😭 so in the morning (it’s like 7am omg) you’re both getting ready in your tiny bathroom. you’re doing your makeup because you have to get to class, and he’s brushing his teeth because he has to get to his dorm before someone notices he’s not there 😩😩😩😩😩 he’s complaining and pushing and whining because the mirror is too small and both of you can’t fit in it. all of a sudden he stops pushing and you’re like thank god, but you didn’t notice that he stopped only to look at you as if bewitched or even jealous ????

“why do you look so rosy?” he mumbled, toothbrush still in his mouth. he has to repeat his sentence because you were like whaaaat

“i put too much blush, didn’t i?” you started trying to remove a little of it, but his hand stopped you.

“can you put some on me too?” he almost whispered. he was pouting omg 😭😭😭😭 and he was still holding your hand 😩😩😩😩

you guided him to sit on the toilet and he immediately grabbed onto the back of your waist. you grabbed the brush with a smile 😭😭😭 and kissed the tip of his tiny little pointy nose before starting to apply the rosy powder he was talking about 😭😭😭 he closed his eyes and giggled and you almost cried. he sneezed after you finished of cooooourse because he’s dramatic and sensitive like that. he stood up and looked at himself in the mirror, then quickly looked back at you. he got reaaaaaally close omg!!!!

“pretty?” he asked with a serious face. he squinted his eyes as if threatening you if you dared to say otherwise.

“always.” you whispered and then kissed him, closing the distance (like 5cm) between the two of you 😭😭😭

(I added blush to this picture ofc 🫡 he would look like this omg I cannot 😩😩😩😩😩)

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[2:12 pm]

(cw: parent!au, sassy kid)

Dad!Renjun loved his daughter. He loved her more than anything in the world. Okay, maybe as much as he loved you. Okayyy, maybe a little more, but could you blame him? She was the perfect mix of both of you. In all her looks and personality, she was half of each of you.

But… Renjun did find himself getting frustrated with how similar she was to him sometimes. Her eggs had to be cooked a certain way every morning. Her juice always had to be in the same cup and her milk always in a separate cup. Her strawberries always had to be cut into quarters and no longer the slices that she liked two months ago. It was hard to keep up with her!

When Renjun imagined having a daughter, a child in general, he never imagined that these would be the most difficult moments. Hearing his little girl complain about her eggs being too brown and give him the silent treatment for an hour felt immensely harder than the nights where she cried the whole night. Do you even know how many Barbies it took to bribe his daughter into talking to him again? Three. Three Barbies. And he was sure the next time he so much as cut a strawberry in uneven quarters, the price would go up to four Barbies.

Speaking of, when she’d begrudgingly asked Renjun to play Barbies with her 10 minutes ago, he didn’t think this was going to be hard. It had taken her the whole 10 minutes to find a Barbie she didn’t even like to be Renjun’s character for the day.

Renjun bounced the doll around, talking in a high pitched voice, “Hi! My name is Jane! How are you? I’m a princess!”

“Appa, she’s not a princess. She’s a mom.” His daughter told him bluntly.

“But baby, she’s in a princess dress. Can’t she be a princess and a mom?” Renjun asked.

She sighed, setting her doll down and interlacing her fingers. She turned to Renjun looking every bit the unamused boss she was emanating. Why did it make him feel a little nervous? “Appa, your Barbie is a mom. She doesn’t talk like that, she wears the dress because it’s long and she only has one leg and she’s sad about it—”

“Well, why does she only have one leg?”

“Because! Appa. It broke off and that’s why I don’t play with her. I told you to fix it and you never did!” She exclaims with a roll of her eyes, “she’s a mom and her husband is at war and he doesn’t love her anymore. And her kids don’t like her either.”

Away at war? Where was she learning these things? “Wow… okay. Why don’t her kids like her?” Renjun asked again.

“Because she’s a bad mom.” The girl answered simply, “can you play the right way now?”

“Who is your character?”

“My character is a businesswoman and she has a powerful company and all her workers love her and she has seven puppies and she lives in a mansion and she has a pool and she has an elevator in her house and her house has three stories! And her name is Jill!” His daughter explained excitedly, eyes sparkling while she stared at the Barbie Dream House that had taken him three and a half hours to build on Christmas Eve.

So Renjun played Barbies as well as he could. It seemed his daughter really liked being the boss. Being bossy more like… Every time ‘Jane’ went into the wrong room ‘Jill’ was there to tell her how dirty her dress was and remind her how her kids hated her. “And Jane, didn’t one of your kids throw up because she ate your burnt pancakes? How do you even keep your husband? Oh wait! You don’t!” His daughter laughed, shaking her Barbie around.

You came into the living room, eyes trained on the scene in front of you. You narrowed your eyes at your daughter, “what did I tell you about making the Barbies play like my dramas?”

His daughter pouted, “to not to…”

“And were you nice with Appa or mean?”

His daughter’s eyes found his, squinting threateningly. As threatening as a 5 year old could look. “I was playing nice!” His daughter lied.

“Yeah right, missy. Say sorry to Appa and come get your snacks,” you instructed with your arms crossed.

His daughter stood and turned to him with her lips jutted out sadly, “Appa, I’m sorry I made your Barbie ugly and sad and made everyone hate her. And she didn’t have a job and she was missing a leg and she’s the ugliest one I have.”

“And what else?” You goad her with a pointed look.

“And thank you for playing with me and I love you!” The girl finishes with a smile. A smile with a gap that he had helped handle just a couple days ago. A smile he loved. Even if it was a little menacing…

Renjun feels his heart melts as he tugs her into his arms, “you’re very welcome, my love.”

She presses a soft peck to his cheek, stopping to whisper in his ear, “even though you’re not very good at it.”

Was… his daughter his bully? God, he owed his members so many apologies because this attitude was all him.

[jammingjaem]

first kiss with dreamies <3

ᓚᘏᗢ first kiss with nct dream

thank you for req this!! i had fun making it :> i’m so sorry for not posting for a while, i was rotting in bed and couldn’t get myself to do anything guyz💔💔 but i hope you allll enjoyyy

[woncon]

[03:15 am] ♡ renjun

gn!reader | angst | nightmares | renjun is crying | hurt/comfort | made with @wonsheep's help <3

‣ nct masterlist :: ✉️₍₁₎

the clock's gloom-green screen reveals the time in the semi-darkness. it's a quarter past three. you glance at it, then close your eyes, resting your chin on your boyfriend's head who is crying and holding you close by your t-shirt.

you soothingly stroke his back and hair, hugging him protectively to let him know that the dream is over and this is reality.

"i'm sorry for waking you up. i just needed your hug."

as soon as renjun's crying subsides a little, he leans away, sniffing and excusing himself.

"don't be silly, junie." you stroke his wet cheek, then press a kiss to the tip of his nose. "you're always here for me when i have bad dreams. you can count on me anytime. plus, i was dreaming about the vampire chicken again, so you actually saved me from it by waking me up."

a wan smile appears on the corner of the boy's mouth.

"okay."

there is no question that now renjun will be the little spoon. this doesn't even bother you. you happily and lovingly cuddle him.

[polarisjisung]

LOVE ON THE COURT | 03 AFFIRMATIONS & APOLOGIES

SYNOPSIS | every college student has their struggles, but raising her younger brother has Y/N top of the list, struggling her way through college whilst balancing her academics and basketball captaincy is difficult no doubt and with Jaemin, her ex best friend and captain of the guys basketball team, and his growing one sided hatred towards her, it doesn't seem to be getting any easier

WARNINGS | swearing, kys/kms jokes, mentions of guns, jaemin is a major bitch

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