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hiiiii, are you still taking requests? can you do something with this prompt? "Jaemin and you were friends for a long time and you didn't let go of each other, you walked hand in hand, you exchanged affection and kisses, you protected each other. Everyone thought you were much more than friends, but you always denied that. Until one day, one Jaemin's friend (insert neo here) started to be interested in you, asked you on a date in front of Jaemin and you quickly accepted. That's when Jaemin realized that his feelings for you were very different from what he imagined."

i can't copy the prompt word for word but i will try my best to do something similar. thank you for the request, enjoy! ☺

no, you were not dating na jaemin. not yesterday, not today, and not tomorrow. yes, you hold hands around campus, spend almost all of your time together, and kissed occasionally - but hey, friends can be affectionate too, right? Everything between you and Na Jaemin was purely platonic, total best friends. so why did it bother him so much when haechan decided to ask you out right in front of him? and why did it sting even more when you accepted?

jaemin didn't know what to do to get you to cancel your date. there he was sitting on his couch thinking of ways to get you to leave haechan and come home. maybe call you and say his cats ran away? that would kill you, his house is on fire? too extreme, his tv is broken? not good enough. he paced around the living room phone in hand, your contact open, thinking of what he could possible tell you to leave that stupid date, with stupid haechan, and haechan's stupid flirting skills, what was jaemin gonna do with himself! he threw himself onto the couch, deciding maybe it was best to let things play out. yeah, maybe you might hate haechan's very attractive face, and smooth pick up lines, and his nicely styled hair, and- oh my god, what was he thinking haechan was a catch! and thats when he heard it, "hello? jaem? is everything okay?" he picked up his phone staring at the ongoing call he had accidentally started. what was he gonna say? "oh um, hey y/n, i'm just checking in making sure you're safe and stuff, seeing if haechan isn't creeping you out or anything" he could hear you giggle on the other end of the call, thank goodness you weren't mad. "nana, it's 5 my date isn't for another hour, i'm still at home getting ready" all you heard was, "wait right there, i'll be right over" before he hung up. not even 10 minutes later you heard a heavy knock on your door followed by a heaving sound. when you opened the door you found a very out of breath and disheveled jaemin. he was hunched over hands on his knees gasping for air, "oh my god, i need start doing more cardio instead of weights, just, just give me a second, i need to catch my breath." you let out a laugh rubbing his back in an attempt to help him breathe. when he finally caught his breath, he looked up at you sweat sticking on his forehead, cheeks slightly pink, "please don't go on that date with haechan" "jaem what? why-" he interrupted you, "wait let me finish before you say anything, please don't go on that date, because if you do i think i might die at the fact that holding hands and kissing won't be our thing anymore, and that you'll fall in love with someone that isn't me. it's just natural for us, to be a couple, so please, don't go." he held his breath squeezing his eyes shut scared of what you might say, but he just felt you grab his shoulders forcing him to look at you, "jaem, come on look at me" as he opened his eyes, he saw your warm smile, "if you really mean what you're saying, then i can cancel on haechan okay?" jaemin looked as if he'd just been told alien's have landed on earth, "really? i thought you'd take more convincing then that, i was thinking of telling you my cats ran away so you'd stay." "if you told me that i'd be dead on the floor right now and neither you or haechan would get the chance to date me" jaemin grinned widely at you, "so you're saying i have a chance at dating you?"

no, you were not dating na jaemin. not yesterday, not today, but maybe tomorrow. and yes, you hold hands around campus, spend almost all your time together, and kissed occasionally - but now you guys might have an actual reason to do so.

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Brilliant City, Christophe Demaître

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long fic writers i have so much respect for u ..

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put those big brown eyes away dude now is NOT the time

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240419 JENO

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Due to recent poor condition and anxiety, Renjun visited the hospital and the result of examination is that Renjun needs enough stability and rest, so he will be focusing on recovering his health. Therefore, Renjun won't be participating in today's fansign & his return to future activities will be announced again in possible time. The Dream Show 3 that will be held on May 2~4 will proceed with 6 members (Mark, Jeno, Haechan, Jaemin, Chenle, Jisung).

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wc: 551 walk with you

It was a bad idea to go out tonight. It was a bad idea to respond to Chenle’s text at midnight and it was a bad idea to meet him when you work early tomorrow morning.

It was even worse idea to go without a jacket.

Because now, you’re stuck trying to keep up with him while he books it towards some new restaurant down the street, your arms wrapped around your body in an attempt to stay warm. Your flimsy, old sweatshirt wasn’t any help and while you could’ve asked him to turn back, you don’t. After seeing his excitement over a plate of fried rice, you figured that a few minutes in the cold wouldn’t hurt anyway.

“How much farther?” you ask, tugging the cuffs of your sleeves over your hands.

“It’s two more streets—” he starts, pausing once he sees you. He stops completely. “Where’s your jacket? I told you we were gonna walk there.”

You shake your head. “It’s fine—”

“You’re shaking.”

“I can hold out for another ten minutes.”

“No, you can’t,” he scolds, looking down to fish something from the pockets of his sweatpants. “Here, take my heat pack. I’d give you my hoodie but I’m not wearing anything under it.”

He offers you the item and you take it, sheepishly. In the months you’ve known Chenle, you rarely get to see this side of him. You would’ve expected him to be making fun of you by now but instead, your cheeks are burning at his concern. Your gaze falls to your hands and you turn the heat pack between your palms.

“Does that help?” he asks, earnestly.

You look at him after a moment. “Chenle.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s cold.”

He blinks, reaching out to take the pack and feel its surface for himself. His brows furrow as he mumbles. “I swear it was still warm just a second ago.”

“It’s okay,” you breathe, waving it off. Bouncing on your feet to generate some heat, you gesture back down the street. “Let’s just keep walking. I’ll be okay once we’re inside somewhere.”

You start walking again, taking a few steps ahead of him before he calls your name, stopping you in your tracks. Something in the air shifts when you turn to look at him, though you can’t tell what. He stands in the same spot. 

“We’ll be late—” you begin.

“Give me your hand.”

“Huh?”

Without saying anything else, he walks over to stand in front of you and holds out a hand. You don’t make a move right away, so he gently takes your wrist. His gaze meets yours with a tenderness you’ve never seen from him before and when he laces his fingers with yours, you let him.   

He raises a brow. It’s an unspoken question asked before he tucks your intertwined hands into the soft pocket of his hoodie. Something in your chest alights with warmth.

He swallows. “Does that help?”

For a moment, you consider yourself lucky that he can’t hear how fast your heart is beating. You nod. “Yeah.”

The start of a smile tugs the corner of his lips and as he leads you back down the street once more, your hand nestled tight in his, you decide that maybe things aren’t so bad, after all.

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nct 127 as… / fanfiction aus!? 🏡…

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✰ TAEYONG — street racer!au

you hated that taeyong’s hobby has never changed: it was rather infuriating how he couldn’t have stopped with those stupid street races which he couldn’t even miss once; you had known lee taeyong ever since from elementary school, and you knew all too well how his biggest dream was to take part in formula 1, but a poor boy, living on the countryside can only dream of achieving such heights, he would never be able to reach that. you don’t even know how the two of you got to befriend each other, it might have been that chemistry project where you two were assigned to work together in that old fashioned “the breakfast club” way on saturdays, as you couldn’t properly behave. you two slowly became good friends, and then… something you weren’t able to describe, it was way too confusing, and growing up you two realised that the period of time when you were together, as a couple, was more than just toxic, pretty much unhealthy. you left him for good finally, leaving behind this mess of a relationship when you got accepted to the university of your dreams, after taking one year off of studies because of whatever reason you foolishly came up with. since taeyong’s name was pretty well known by then in the world of street racing, you knew fully well that he wouldn’t just quit for school which he despised anyways. after breaking up, you left everything unsolved between the two of you, leaving behind the memories as well, trying to make it easier for the both of you, after all. you weren’t mean. but that’s the first word in taeyong’s mind when he spotted you standing there at the track: it seemed as if your face became skinnier, your eyes were teary, hair somewhat shorter than what he was used to. you had changed, he decided, when you took a step closer to his car, which he couldn’t bring himself to change up. but he hadn’t changed in your eyes: he was still that little boy filled with enthusiasm, absolutely crazy for race cars, the taste of speed and you. especially you. “please, be careful” you whispered gently, as he drove away way too fast, as soon as the flag fell down. and then he disappeared in the night, loud and swift.

✰ TAEIL — teacher!au

when you applied for a job at the elementary school of the new town you’d moved to, you made a resolution in mind, learning from previous mistakes: you won’t be so forgiving with your students, you won’t let the parents tell you how to do your job and most importantly, you will NOT fall in love with someone at work ever again (it seemed fatal by then, since you had to leave your previous job because of that). you didn’t have that much of experience as a teacher, your diploma was pretty fresh, gathering dust on the drawer, but you would never let that make you feel less: you were enthusiastic, very thoughtful, as you brought cupcakes for your class, for example! i mean, on the previous night, while decorating the cupcakes with that pinkish icing, you wouldn’t have thought this would be the first step of the chain reaction – you fucked up a few times before when it was time for the first impressions, and let’s be real, that’s exactly what happened on your first day too: you clumsily dropped the whole tray of sweet treats in the entrance of the teacher’s lounge, half of the cupcakes actually ending up on one of your colleagues, who you had tons of gossips going around in the hallways following shortly. and you couldn’t even deny the obvious attraction you felt towards moon taeil, who you fell in love with on the first sight. he was a biology teacher which… well, made place for a few inappropriate biological jokes (well, yeah, sex-ed) coming from the sixth graders, or! the silly theories coming from the youngest of students, telling their parents that you are for sure pregnant (which would’ve made you furious if it wasn’t for their undeniable cuteness).

✰ JOHNNY — high school reunion!au

the first high school reunion of yours was arranged by the student who used to be the council president of your class, who even sent out handmade invitations to everyone, hoping that most of the class would go, not holding grudges against each other anymore, no matter how the bond between everyone of you was pretty much terrible. you were not that big of a persona amongst your peers, you were rather quiet, much like an outcast during your high school years, sometimes addressed with the ominous word “weird”, so you weren’t even planning on going, since you knew very well: no one would bother to notice you being there, or your absence either. it was in the last possible moment when your mother persuaded you finally, after a very big fight between the two of you, offering a ride as well, because (whether it’s a shame or not) you failed your traffic exam once again. focusing on this mainly, you were afraid you would come off as a total loser, as you always fail no matter what. but, after not much of thinking, you decided that you can simply lie, since you live very far away from this dusty little town anyways, no one could actually fact check what’s actually true from what you tell. even on the ride to your old school, you were thinking of false fun facts you could say when someone asks something, telling yourself that it’s not that big of a deal, not that big of a lie – as soon as you stepped into the school itself, though, the damn nostalgia reminded you how much of a loser you had always been. plus, the sight of johnny seo made the situation even worse. your throat felt dry, palm sweaty as your courage left your body slowly, evaporating suddenly, as a fully random girl from your class showed something on his phone to you, laughing loudly in your ear, adding something witty too; you were in love with johnny for a long time, and everyone who got to find this out sooner or later, decided to turn it against you as soon as they got the chance, like those mean, little girls in elementary. you never knew how johnny felt about you, since he never actually told you, or brought it up either, because he was simply understanding. well, in the dimly lit bathroom of the school, pressed against the cold tiles, you knew exactly what he might have felt, kissing you messily, like someone who had been starving. you two were cowards to tell the truth to each other, afraid of making steps forward.

✰ YUTA — rockstar!au

it was pretty much a cliché to hear the “i’m with the band” sentence over and over again, but when you started using it… no one could ever stop you. you were proud that your boyfriend reached his goals and his biggest dream, and every time you saw the ever growing audience at their concerts, a certain, really warm feeling appeared in your chest, slowly filling the whole of your body, which, let’s be real, got to your head a few times. the band had been a thing ever since you were high schoolers, really active ever since the first practice in that musty basement, not too intense back then, but really consistent, persistence paying off in the end, resulting in concerts, albums, and whatnot, including interviews – both of your worlds turned upside down, and nakamoto yuta, as the front man of the group became a star, bringing you with himself everywhere they had to go, like a lucky charm. he felt at ease whenever he could spot you in the crowd, maybe in the first row, dancing and singing along to their songs, or at times when you gave an intense, adrenaline driven kiss on his lips before their performances, rewarding him with something more after… somehow it all worked out, since you two were insanely, madly in love with each other. but how long is this going to be the norm? you’re afraid of guessing.

✰ DOYOUNG — royalty!au

it felt a little chaotic as you spent your time in the spacious library of the palace, dressed in your newly made red velvet dress and a crimson coloured mask on your face, far from the ball room, and even further from the musicians, the aristocrats and young men, ready to ask for your hand in marriage. you were only able to stay for one dance, not having the patience to talk to complete strangers, to dance with heirs you didn’t even know of, and to let them get the best of you, waiting for the right time to use you for their own good. no, you’re not suitable for such things, even if it sounded a little selfish at that moment. it bothered you anyway, that you had to look for The One you could marry – you didn’t want to decide during one night only, whether they could enjoy your company for the rest of their lives, or not. to decide who’s the richer man, you could envision yourself with. you sneaked out in a second, when no one actually paid attention to you anymore. you only found the library purely out of accident, but it was such a pleasant accident since you felt like you were home there. it was quiet, the room filled with the scent of old books, and you were left alone with your own feelings and wandering thoughts. or so you thought at first, until someone stormed inside the library, following you shortly (you wanted to guess how much time you spent there, completely lost in the world of books but you lost your sense of time soon after entering). you didn’t even pay attention to the new guest, you simply continued with the intriguing, dusty book in your hands. the newcomer, however, decided to take a seat right next to you, with his own novel he got from one of the closer shelves. he didn’t say a word, but you could feel the smirk playing on his face, angrily closing your book, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows. he didn’t have a mask on, which made you recoil a little, your breath hitching at the sight of such handsome young man, turning the pages of his poem anthology with a smile on his face. his gaze met yours when he looked up, winking at you mischievously. and that funny, unfamiliar feeling you felt at that moment, couldn’t have been described in any of those books laying around, although there was at least a thousand of them. only the boy next to you would be able to do so: kim doyoung, the prince of the kingdom, the heir of the throne.

✰ JAEHYUN — forbidden love!au

you hated hearing the word “forbidden”, although you had heard it several times growing up. you’re not a monarch, you bear no wealth and you basically have nothing else either, but the always so kind and warmhearted heir, jaehyun, couldn’t stop spending his precious time with you, since he enjoyed your company to the extent that you were ashamed of it. you had been selling flowers on the street ever since you were a little girl, mind filled with dreams and false hope. jaehyun always made you feel important, never getting in your way of achieving what you’d always been dreaming of. he was always following your steps, much like the shadow of you, not wanting to leave you any time soon. you could’ve thought it was because of the close friendship between the two of you, and you had always been a little oblivious of recognizing such hidden signs. you let him hug you, smile the brightest whenever he looks at you, and you let him waste your time which you were keen on sacrificing for him, not once hesitating whether what you’re doing is right or not. maybe it was a waste of time to spend your time at the flower field together, smelling the sweet scent of flowers, gazing at the sky endlessly. the stupid feelings were so blind and deaf, they couldn’t hear the obvious alarms of “forbidden” being shouted time to time – when he kissed you for the first time, you didn’t feel guilty. you deserved that. guilt only arrived when it was too late already.

✰ JUNGWOO — fake dating!au

you were actually serious about that contract and the paperwork, as an all too practical person you had always been, but jungwoo shook his head, declining your offer every time, saying how stupid it actually was… since you two are friends, right, and this is a one time only thing. it’s just one night, where you can surprise your family, to let them know that you’re not suffering from relationship problems or anything. you got bored of them always bringing it up, and jungwoo had enough of hearing you complaining about it, so he came up with this whole “fake dating” idea. you weren’t too optimistic, especially since your whole family knew about him, which could make you both seem a little suspicious. he calmed you down, though, telling you that you’re just paranoid, and you can say, after a good two or three months, that you two broke up through tears. little did jungwoo know, that you were afraid of a different thing… which involves the feeling of love you had been feeling towards him for years. you didn’t want to let him know about this silly crush you had on him, but you clearly knew that this night will change everything, as you two will have to act like a real couple for the whole night, and you weren’t sure whether you would be able to leave it all behind, once you get used to it. selfish or not, you were afraid that after a night where you two have to hold each other’s hand, kiss each other here and there (in the name of pure acting), you won’t be able to resist the confession. well, it’s such a rookie mistake to forget about the reason why jungwoo offered this whole thing, right?

✰ MARK — childhood friends to lovers!au

ever since you've basically known your name, mark has been the boy next door. there was the cheeky, red letters of "lee" painted on the mailbox, the windows were adorned with the same coloured curtains, and the same doormat has been sitting in front of their door for ages. you have loved mark ever since you two have met. there wasn't a day where you wouldn't think of him, and there hasn't been a day when you haven't loved him. it was like a vicious circle which you couldn't get out of, because those stupid feelings would destroy the oh so precious friendship of yours, and you cannot let that happen, right? i mean, that's what you've thought for far too long, since this friendship meant more to you, than the fragile feeling of love – you didn't want it to get to the point where you would rather spit on each other, than talk it out. maybe that's why you pushed him away from yourself? maybe you just did that because you weren't too sure of your own peace of mind? no matter what, you knew the decision itself was wrong, only to realize it way too late. damaging the friendship and crying yourself to sleep was all your fault, after all, being way too proud and scared, stupid even; when you came back to the town where you two grew up, the least thing you wanted was to meet mark lee, mainly because you wouldn't have been able to look him in the eyes after all these happened. but you had to, so soon you even got a little surprised. it's been a while since the last time you have been home, your bedroom seemed way too unfamiliar at that point, just like the vhs tape placed directly in the middle of your bed. one which you haven't seen yet. it didn't have a title, the white label completely empty as you picked it up. you were a little bit cautious when placing it in the system, waiting for it to play whatever is on it, not having such large imagination to expect anything. it was a home video montage, full of videos of you and mark: playing together, getting ready for the first day of school, going to the movies, the way you two got engaged in middle school as a joke, and the omnious day of prom... you got teary eyed, with one thing on your mind - you have to go and save whatever's left now. maybe you're not too late.

✰ HAECHAN — rivals to lovers!au

lee donghyuck's name rushed through the hallways of your music academy just as quietly as a whisper, and you never knew why was it all like that ever since you've stepped foot into the school. you couldn't even hide the way too obvious rolls of your eyes every time you heard it. lee donghyuck was one of the biggest prodigies at the academy, no one could even be considered as a rival for him, this is mainly why he was such a big living legend amongst the students - you couldn't even hide how annoyed this made you, especially because he made sure you knew this ever since you two were little. music played a huge part in both of your lives, and somehow, you two always seemed to be at each other's throat, the first place at being the best always changing between the two of you. you could never get rid of each other either; your dad, always being so positive, once said, on your way to the academy sometime between sophomore and junior year, that the only reason behind this is that you two are equally good at what you're doing. you were pretty much skeptic for the longest of time, and felt as if you were destined to be the forever second next to him. you've had enough of always bumping into walls, since hyuck was the one who could stand at the first place ever so proudly. in kindergarten, in middle school, and even in high school, every. god damn. time. and that infuriating smile was plastered all upon his face even when you two were asked to not perform alone on the annual charity gala of your academy - you two had to perform something phenomenal, putting the childish jarring aside, growing out of the silly phase of hating each other, which was all made up by you, and you only, pushing the poor boy away from you. the boy who had always been so obsessed with you, utterly and completely. he won this time again, isn't it right?

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WONYOUNG x Marie Claire Korea

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wc: 551 walk with you

It was a bad idea to go out tonight. It was a bad idea to respond to Chenle’s text at midnight and it was a bad idea to meet him when you work early tomorrow morning.

It was even worse idea to go without a jacket.

Because now, you’re stuck trying to keep up with him while he books it towards some new restaurant down the street, your arms wrapped around your body in an attempt to stay warm. Your flimsy, old sweatshirt wasn’t any help and while you could’ve asked him to turn back, you don’t. After seeing his excitement over a plate of fried rice, you figured that a few minutes in the cold wouldn’t hurt anyway.

“How much farther?” you ask, tugging the cuffs of your sleeves over your hands.

“It’s two more streets—” he starts, pausing once he sees you. He stops completely. “Where’s your jacket? I told you we were gonna walk there.”

You shake your head. “It’s fine—”

“You’re shaking.”

“I can hold out for another ten minutes.”

“No, you can’t,” he scolds, looking down to fish something from the pockets of his sweatpants. “Here, take my heat pack. I’d give you my hoodie but I’m not wearing anything under it.”

He offers you the item and you take it, sheepishly. In the months you’ve known Chenle, you rarely get to see this side of him. You would’ve expected him to be making fun of you by now but instead, your cheeks are burning at his concern. Your gaze falls to your hands and you turn the heat pack between your palms.

“Does that help?” he asks, earnestly.

You look at him after a moment. “Chenle.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s cold.”

He blinks, reaching out to take the pack and feel its surface for himself. His brows furrow as he mumbles. “I swear it was still warm just a second ago.”

“It’s okay,” you breathe, waving it off. Bouncing on your feet to generate some heat, you gesture back down the street. “Let’s just keep walking. I’ll be okay once we’re inside somewhere.”

You start walking again, taking a few steps ahead of him before he calls your name, stopping you in your tracks. Something in the air shifts when you turn to look at him, though you can’t tell what. He stands in the same spot. 

“We’ll be late—” you begin.

“Give me your hand.”

“Huh?”

Without saying anything else, he walks over to stand in front of you and holds out a hand. You don’t make a move right away, so he gently takes your wrist. His gaze meets yours with a tenderness you’ve never seen from him before and when he laces his fingers with yours, you let him.   

He raises a brow. It’s an unspoken question asked before he tucks your intertwined hands into the soft pocket of his hoodie. Something in your chest alights with warmth.

He swallows. “Does that help?”

For a moment, you consider yourself lucky that he can’t hear how fast your heart is beating. You nod. “Yeah.”

The start of a smile tugs the corner of his lips and as he leads you back down the street once more, your hand nestled tight in his, you decide that maybe things aren’t so bad, after all.

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FEEL THE V // SEE THE V

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240406 NCTsmtown Twitter Update

"#JOHNNYBE REHEARSAL"

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7llin’ With Dream | ep. 3 — Haechan

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TAEYONG — VCR 1 (TAEYONG 1ST CONCERT ‘TY TRACK’ 2024)