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[jeonghansshitester]

✰ ٠ ࣪⭑____. "Nct dream reaction when you dedicate a love song to them".

Pairing: nct dream x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, Romantic, Light Comedy

Word Count: 2,200 words

Warnings: Mild language, excessive sweetness, emotional vulnerability

Disclaimer: this blog is a fanfiction haven, and everything posted here is purely a work of fiction. The characters, settings, and worlds belong to their respective creators unless otherwise stated. No copyright infringement is intended.

Mark

You were both in his little bedroom-slash-studio, guitars leaning on the wall, lyrics scribbled on napkins. The vibe was chill — hoodies, mismatched socks, late-night ramen bowls on the desk. You asked him to pause his lo-fi playlist for a second and handed him your phone.

“I want you to listen to something. Just… don’t say anything till it ends, okay?”

He nodded, a little confused, brushing his bangs out of his eyes. The song started — “I Like Me Better” by Lauv. Mark blinked. Twice.

“Wait—wait,” he paused it mid-chorus. “Is this… about me?”

You gave him a look. “You said no talking.”

He bit his lip and hit play again, listening all the way through. When it ended, he just looked at you, jaw slightly slack, heart visibly doing backflips.

“I’m gonna need a second, bro. Did you just… dedicate that to me?”

You shrugged. “Yeah. That’s kinda how I feel when I’m with you.”

He stood up so fast he hit his knee on the desk and cussed under his breath, then wrapped his arms around you so tight you couldn’t breathe.

“You can’t just drop songs like that on me, I’m emotionally fragile.”

You laughed into his hoodie. He smelled like shampoo and spicy tteokbokki.

Renjun

It happened during a gallery visit. You were walking hand-in-hand through a quiet art museum, the kind with abstract installations and moody lighting. One of the exhibits had interactive headphones, and you handed him a pair.

“Here, listen to this one. It’s not part of the exhibit, I asked the staff if I could queue it in.”

He raised a brow but trusted you — he always did. He pressed play. “Adore You” by Harry Styles.

His expression shifted as he listened — from curious to soft to utterly stunned. He turned to look at you, but you were already pretending to examine a sculpture like you weren’t the most obvious person alive.

When the song ended, he took the headphones off slowly.

“That’s what you think of me?” he asked, voice lower than usual.

You gave him a shy smile. “Yeah. I adore you.”

He didn’t say anything at first. He just leaned in and kissed your forehead, then your cheek, then your jaw.

“This is the most Renjun-core romantic thing I’ve ever experienced. I want to frame it.”

Jeno

You were on the rooftop of a building downtown, the city lights flickering around you, car horns below, your phone connected to a tiny speaker. You’d been dancing around in circles while Jeno filmed you on his phone, laughing every time you tripped over your own feet.

Then you stopped him.

“Okay, now it’s your turn. I have a surprise.”

He tilted his head. “Is this gonna make me cry?”

You smirked and played “Beyond” by Leon Bridges.

The lyrics floated through the air, warm and golden. Jeno froze. He wasn’t ready.

“No way,” he muttered, blinking slowly.

You walked up to him and held out your hands. “Dance with me, handsome boy.”

So he did. Right there, on a rooftop, with his heart pounding out of his chest.

“You’re gonna make me fall in love with you harder than I already did,” he said against your temple.

You whispered back, “Good. That’s the plan.”

Haechan

The whole thing went down in your kitchen while baking cookies that were rapidly becoming burnt. He was messing around with flour on your face, talking too much, laughing too loud. You told him to shut up and listen, then shoved your phone into his flour-dusted hands.

“What is this? A breakup text?”

“Just press play, idiot.”

He did. “Electric” by Alina Baraz ft. Khalid started playing.

His mouth dropped open as the words poured in.

“Wait, WAIT. Is this—are you saying I make you feel electric?”

You gave him an eye roll and turned back to the oven.

He tackled you from behind, arms wrapped around your waist, swaying side to side.

“Nah, babe, don’t play it off. You just confessed with a whole vibe. This is our song now.”

You giggled. “Fine, but next time I get to pick the playlist.”

“Only if I get to kiss you during every chorus.”

Jaemin

You were volunteering at a pet shelter together, surrounded by barking puppies and sleepy cats. You played music off a shared speaker to calm the animals, but when your turn came, you played “You Are The Reason” by Calum Scott.

Jaemin was on the floor trying to get a shy kitten to come out from under a chair when the lyrics hit. He froze, the treat in his hand forgotten.

“Y/N…”

You pretended to focus on organizing the leashes. “Yeah?”

“Are you playing this on purpose? Or is Spotify in sync with our feelings now?”

You turned around and smiled softly. “It’s for you.”

He stood up and walked over, silent for a beat. Then he kissed your cheek so gently you almost cried.

“You make everything make sense. Even sad love songs with way too much piano.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder as the kitten finally emerged.

Chenle

You were in a karaoke room with a bunch of friends, and it was your turn. Chenle was hyping you up, yelling, “SHE’S GONNA SLAY!!” while sipping cola and kicking his feet like a child.

You cued up “Just The Way You Are” by Bruno Mars and grabbed the mic.

Mid-song, it clicked for him.

“Wait—wait—IS THIS—”

You pointed at him dramatically during the chorus. “YOU’RE AMAZING, JUST THE WAY YOU ARE!”

He screamed like a banshee and nearly knocked over his drink.

“OH MY GOD SHE’S SERENADING ME!!”

He stood on the couch and started air-guitaring, then jumped down and grabbed your other mic.

“DUET! DUET OR I’M DUMPING YOU!”

You both sang (screamed) the last chorus in unison, laughing so hard you had tears in your eyes. It was the cheesiest, most iconic karaoke moment of your lives.

“That was the best confession of my entire existence,” he whispered dramatically. “Even better than chicken.”

Jisung

You were lying on his bedroom floor, surrounded by snacks, plushies, and unfinished video games. Rain tapped softly against the windows. You said you wanted to show him something and played “Best Part” by Daniel Caesar & H.E.R.

He blinked at the ceiling, brows slowly knitting together. Halfway through, he turned to you.

“This is a love song.”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re playing it for me.”

“Yeah.”

He was quiet. So quiet. You started to panic a little.

Then he said:

“I don’t even know how to react to this. My chest feels weird. Is this what heart attacks feel like?”

You snorted. “It’s called feelings, Jisung.”

He turned his head toward you, eyes shining.

“You really think I’m the best part of your day?”

You nodded. “Every day.”

He didn’t respond, just slowly reached out and held your pinky with his.

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around the world in 8 days!

episode 3:

You were already regretting agreeing to karaoke the second you stepped into the room. Dim colored lights blinked overhead, a screen scrolled lyrics you barely recognized, and two mics waited on the small table like a challenge. Doyoung, on the other hand, looked completely at ease, scrolling through the song list like he’d done this a thousand times.

“I’m just saying this before I embarrass myself, you’re definitely a better singer than me,” you said, making a grim attempt to laugh off the nerves.

He looked up at you with a grin. “I’m flattered.”

You sat down on the couch, tapping your fingers against the leather as he queued the first song. He didn’t pressure you to sing right away, which helped. Instead, he started, choosing something upbeat and ridiculous trying to lighten the mood. Watching him dance dramatically while singing to a girl group anthem had you laughing so hard, you forgot why you were nervous in the first place.

By the time he shoved the second mic into your hands, you were still getting the last few laughs out. “No backing out now,” he warned, a teasing glare in his eyes.

The first few lines you sang were shaky. You kept your eyes glued to the screen, avoiding any eye contact, but you heard him start to harmonize with you. Beginning softly and steadily. You glanced up at him, and he smiled like he’d been waiting for you to meet his gaze. Your tense posture softened and sunk into the seat, bringing your nerves along with it. Song by song, laugh by laugh, it got easier.

You tried to outdo each other with dramatic performances. At one point, you both stood up, dancing with the mics like it was a concert. He got way too into it and nearly tripped on a cable, face turning red immediately, your laughter bounced off the soundproof walls, reverberating into the microphones, filling the room, adding to his humiliation. 

In the breaks between songs, you talked. About your childhood music, the artists you listened to in secret, the ones which were too embarrassing to admit. He didn’t judge, he just listened, asked questions, made you feel like what you said mattered. There was something comforting about the way he looked at you when you spoke, even if the room still smelled faintly of worn out leather and drinks. “I swear, I’m usually way more shy than this,” you said at one point, after finishing a song that had you both out of breath.

Doyoung winked, “Maybe you just needed the right duet partner.”

You looked at him, mic still in hand, your laughter fading into something softer. You hadn’t expected a karaoke night to feel this easy, this close. And maybe it didn’t mean anything, maybe it was just two people letting loose. But maybe, just maybe, it was something starting to shift.

And when the final song played and your voices blended in an off-key harmony, which was definitely not doyoung’s fault, it didn’t really matter who was better, because it clearly was doyoung. What mattered was how natural it felt to be there, together, singing like no one else existed.

you’ve reached the end! here’s a 🍡 for reading! thoughts and comments are heavily appreciated!

special thanks to my taglist: @automaticwastelandpuppy @tamakikaname @bluedbliss @wumutititititi

taglist is open as always! a/n:idk why my interactions went down after each ep☹️ anyways i was listening to svt don’t listen in secret, no one noticed by the marias and beginning by doyoung while writing this, i think it’s quite obvious 😭

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unfortunately this is exactly my type

haechan flirts by making it painfully obvious that he's into you. he doesn't waste any time to beat around the bush — he's not shy to tell you corny pickup lines and stare at you any chance he gets. even winks when he gets caught. he's liked you for some time now, loves that you play so hard to get. haechan follows you around at parties, sneaking one or two flirty remarks that makes you roll your eyes. so fucking down bad! horrendously bad! likes your every instagram story and even replies, a series of "pretty as hell," and "please please please." at this point everyone knows that he's into you — he's all yours when you're not even his — and he loves it. says "i have a wife," every time someone tries to flirt with him, winking at you after. he feels on top of the world whenever you laugh at his jokes. he's poking his cheek with his tongue, grinning — "think i'm funny, pretty girl? i can make you laugh so much more if you'd go out with me."

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⌗ random night-time scenarios with the dreamies

SCENE .. “come here and give me kiss, please.”

꒰ DETAILS ꒱ boyfriend!dream & fem!rea ⋮ ♯ file 000. established relationship, scenarios, petnames && fluff ᵔⰙᵔ

♡ entry .. hi! this is my first post on tumblr! not new to tumblr but i definitely never uploaded my works before and suddenly i’ve gotten the confidence to do so. let me know if you all like this, my plan is to post more in the future. also i apologize in advance for the lack of dialogue in some of these, i did proofread but may still be errors!

MARK LEE

it was cold in your shared apartment, not an uncomfortable cold but cold enough for you to want your boyfriend’s warmth and he was more than willing to give it to you. you’re both cuddled up against the headboard of your bed he’s flicking through channels trying to find something to watch and you’re laid against his shoulder playing with the edge of his shirt. “wait go back to that other channel, what was that?” you spoke softly the room was rather quiet except for the faint humming sounds of the air conditioner that can be heard from your bedroom, mark causally flicked back to the previous channels until you stopped him. the channel was on commercial and it was no telling how long it would be until the original show or movie that was airing would come back on. mark placed the remote on the night stand beside the bed and adjusted his position against the headboard causing you to sit up before he pulling you back towards him. this time his hand found your hip, he gave it a squeeze before rubbing his thumb gently against the skin. you both stayed like that, the silence was comfortable, the faint sound of the air conditioner, the sound of the tv and the sound of both of you breathing was all you both needed, what was on the tv no longer mattered just the quality time that was happening.

HUANG RENJUN

“junnie, did you say you wanted a fork or chopsticks?” you speak from the kitchen, you’re looking through the drawers trying to find a fork just in case that’s what he asked for. you both decided to get takeout tonight neither one of you were in a cooking mood so this was the best option if you two were gonna eat. you made your way back into the living room sitting beside renjun on the couch, “we don’t have any clean forks no one washed the dishes” you chuckled “so we both have to use chopsticks,” “and if i remember correctly it was your turn to wash the dishes? hm?” he asked before putting some of the food in his mouth, “well there’s a logical explanation for why i didn’t wash them!” you tried defending yourself, “and that is…” “i don’t know i didn’t think that far ahead,” you shrugged which caused him to laugh and he laughed so hard he started choking which caused you to laugh while patting his back telling him to stop laughing. it was moments like this, that made you whole or more so content. sharing a laugh with the person you love and sharing food with the person you love was more than enough for you.

LEE JENO

it was a little past 8pm, and both you and jeno are in the bathroom, you’re brushing your teeth and jeno is standing there watching and waiting for you to finish. you spit into the sink turning the water on washing the sink out briefly “you ready?” jeno spoke and you shake your head “not yeah i need to add some moisturizer on my face, can you look in that bin for me please, the bottle is white with a purple lid.” he nodded and walked over to the bin which you pointed at and looked through it, you washed your face with a rag gently patting your face “this one?” he asked, holding up the exact bottle you described you remove the towel from your face and squint in his direction before nodding and he walks over to you place the items on the counter. you toss the rag into the hamper and pump a few drops of the moisturizer onto your face before rubbing it in, “baby, can you please grab my glasses out the kitchen i believe they’re still sitting on the counter.” “ugh, you’re having me do everything tonight why can’t we just lay down?” he begins walking over to you. he picks you up and places you on the counter knocking the moisturizer over in the process, he stood in between your legs his eyes scanned your face like he was looking for something, he wrapped his arms around your body burying his face in your neck “mmm, you smell good.” his voice muffled against your neck, which caused you to giggle at the feeling of his breath on your neck. you’re still wondering if he’s going to go get your glasses or not.

LEE DONG HYUCK

“do you hate me? like seriously.” haechan asks you’re both laying on the couch, his head resting in between your legs, “hmm? why would you ask that unprovoked?” “not unprovoked, you’re scrolling on tiktok when you’re loving boyfriend is right here. unless i’m invisible.” he pouts and you laugh but it’s more like a ‘you’re cute’ laugh, “okay fine hyuck, my attention is all yours,” he shakes his head still pouting, “i just want you to rub my scalp you don’t have to get off tiktok,” “so why didn’t you just say that???” you shake your head, “i have to be dramatic first… you know this.” he gives your thigh a light squeeze, you run your fingers through his hair and he let out a satisfied hum. you go back to scrolling through tiktoks still rubbing his scalp gradually stopping then continuing and haechan is watching whatever is on the tv slowly dozing off at the feeling of your hand running through his scalp. “mmm, focus baby” haechan mumbled you definitely didn’t realize that your hand was no longer rubbing his head “whoops my bad,” and you go back to rubbing his scalp again a few more minutes go by and you stop without realizing again “okay maybe you should give me your full attention, i want to fall asleep but every time i’m about to you stop rubbing my scalp.” he whines, “hyuck my attention is all yours.” you place your phone down beside so that you can give your full undivided attention to him so that he can fall asleep.

NA JAEMIN

“jaem.. are you sleep?” you whispered, you both are laying down in the bed his arm draped over your waist his body pressed against yours and you’re uncomfortable but you don’t want to tell jaemin that you want to wait until he shifts then you’ll move but he hasn’t moved in hours and you still haven’t fallen asleep, “jaem…” you say a little louder and he groans, “i’m uncomfortable,” “turn over then sweets.” he spoke in his half conscious state, and you do as he said turning over, your both face to face expect he’s sleeping. you stare at his face for a while before pressing a few kisses along his jawline and a few on his face, “what are you doing?” he mumbled “kissing you,” “well i know that… why aren't you sleeping?” he slowly blinks awake and your eyes meet “i couldn’t sleep i was uncomfortable and i didn’t want to wake you.” your hand rests against his cheek and he shakes his head, “you could’ve just turned over,” “but you’re a light sleeper i would have woken you.” you said your voice soft, “so you’ll lose sleep because i’m a light sleeper?” he chuckles then placed a kiss on your forehead, “let me be little spoon maybe that’ll help you sleep.” he turned over and you wrapped your arms around his body, your head pressed against his back and you slowly dozed off to sleep.

ZHONG CHENLE

“lele it’s cold out here,” you shivered and he looked at you and laughed, “did i not tell you to bring a jacket?” and you nodded, “here” he took off his jacket handing it to you and you quickly put it on. it was late but chenle wanted to give daegal one last chance to use the bathroom before he goes to bed, “and what if she doesn’t pee this time?” you asked, being sarcastic, “then she’ll pee on the floors and YOU will clean it.” he laughed but you didn't, which only made him laugh harder, “i’m joking” he said still laughing “that joke must’ve really tickled you huh? your ears are red and everything.” he gently grabbed your arm pulling you towards him placing his arm around your shoulders, he sighed leaning his head on top of yours. “you’re still shivering am now i’m shivering seeing you shiver,” he said “yeah i’m like 99.99% sure that’s not how that works, wanna share the jack-” and before you could finish he was already forcing himself inside the jacket with you, “daegal hurry, mom and dad are VERY cold,” he said laughing and you laughed along with him. “yes please hurry, before lele turns into a popsicle his ears are turning red again.” you spoke but your teeth were clinging together because of how cold you were, chenle blew his breath in your face jokingly attempting to warm you up. “lele you’re such a weirdo! your breath is usually hot i guess not this time,” and you fake pout causing him to laugh and eventually daegal goes to the bathroom and you two head inside for the night.

PARK JISUNG

“ji get the eggs out the refrigerator,” he nods, moving past you to get to the fridge. it’s 1am and jisung woke up hungry and so did you so what better way to fix that than some late night ramen? he passes you two eggs before rubbing his stomach “my belly is so empty,” and you giggle “you know hunger is just a mind thing? if you think you’re hungry of course you’ll be hungry.” “wait really?” you nod, “being hungry is a mental thing cause if you aren’t thinking about wanting to eat the feeling will subside.” “so basically i can have your noodles?” he says jokingly and hou both share a laugh, “you wish! especially with me being the one who’s cooking them.” he sighs, he grabs two bowls out of the cabinet “forks or chopsticks?” “uhm, i want a fork,” he nods. you yawn putting noodles into the bowls you add the eggs to the bowls then hand one over to jisung who was already seated on the bar stool, he eats some of the noodles letting out a satisfied ‘mmm’ “i don’t think i’ll be able to enjoy these noodles since i’m so sleepy,” jisung smiles at you, “come here” and you walk over to him with your bowl in your hands, “at least take a few bites then we can go back and lay down, it’s super late at least eat these so that you won’t be hungry again in a few hours.” he said then pressed a kiss on your cheek, “fine.” and you eat some of your noodles “cute, your cheeks are full of noodles” he laughs, “ready to go lay down?” and you nod, you grab his arm and follow close behind him into the bedroom.

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around the world in 8 days!

episode 2:

You hadn’t planned on spending your afternoon kneedeep in retro jackets and questionable fashion choices, but when Taeyong texted you, “Thrift date?” it felt too strange to say no to.

The store was filled from floor to ceiling with clothes. Wacky purses, eccentric vests, shirts with dragons on. Taeyong was already looking through a rack when you found him, eyes lighting up as he pulled out a neon green suit with shoulder pads.

“You’d actually wear that?” you asked, half laughing, half horrified.

 “With this face of mine, anything is wearable.”

You shook your head, grabbing a fuzzy hat and tossing it at him. “Let’s put these looks of yours to the test then hm?.”

The hat smacked his head, and he gave you a runway walk that had you crying with laughter. It didn’t take long before you were digging through aisles like kids in a toy store, making each other try on the weirdest items you could find.

Somehow, between the feather boas and rhinestone belts, it stopped being just a game. You noticed his eyes crinkling when he laughed, how thoughtful he got when choosing things he genuinely thought you might like. 

You tried not to let the way your stomach flip show. It wasn’t loud or dramatic. It was subtle.

At one point, you ended up in front of a mirror together, Taeyong adjusting the  coat on you way more gently than needed.

“You’re pulling this off way better than I expected,” he said, eyes flicking up to meet yours in the mirror.

You smiled, ignoring the way your heartbeat picked up. “You don’t look so bad yourself. Seems like a pretty face solves everything huh.”

He laughed and leaned in just slightly, voice lowering. “I like this. You and me. Being weird together.”

You didn’t know what to say to that so you just nodded and for a moment, words weren’t needed.

You walked out of the store with a bag of miscellaneous items, but neither of you really cared about what you bought. It was the little moments, the laughter, the glances that lingered a second too long. Maybe it wasn’t love yet, but it was something,and it was growing.

you’ve reached the end, here’s a 🎁 for reading! thank you!

special thanks to my taglist: @automaticwastelandpuppy @tamakikaname @bluedbliss @wumutititititi

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new ep of around the world in 8 days today maybe? i feel guilty for disappearing again

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Around the world in 8 days!

Episode 1:

You were nervous, but didn't know why. Maybe it was the fact that this was the first date, or maybe it was because you hadn’t expected it to happen in a quiet park in the middle of the night. Johnny had suggested it, and you agreed, intrigued by the idea of something different. When you arrived, you spotted him sitting on a bench, his silhouette outlined by the soft glow of a streetlamp. The night was cool, but not enough to make you shiver. The park was almost deserted, just the rustle of leaves in the wind. It was peaceful, the kind of peaceful that made you think about things you didn’t normally think about. "Hey," you said as you approached him, making a futile attempt to seem confident. Johnny looked up, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Hey, glad you made it safe. You look great," he said, his voice gentle and calm. "Thanks," you answered, sitting next to him. "This is an ... interesting place for a date." He shrugged lightly. "I like the peace. Thought we could talk without distractions." In that moment, it didn't even feel like you were in the city, the silence enveloping around you. It felt comfortable, though it was a little heavier than you expected. "So," you began, trying to break the ice. "What’s your idea of a perfect night?"He looked at you for a second, then leaned back, gazing up at the sky. "Probably something like this. No rush. No noise. Just, being here, yknow?"The corner of your lips raised, a little surprised by how much that resonated with you. "I get that. It’s nice." "Well, How many chickens would it take to defeat you in a fight?" Johnny asked. You managed to let out a muffled "what?" through the laughter, "Im sorry that was so random dude" “I saw it on wikihow okay! It said it would lighten the mood!” You were not expecting that light hearted question all of a sudden, your laughter sending him into a fit of giggles, blending together naturally. “You definitely lightened the mood with that John” You fell into easy conversation after that, the awkwardness flying away with the wind. You talked about random things, your favourite books, music, the kind of movies you liked-but it was the small things, the way Johnny laughed at your attempt to explain a dumb joke or the way the warm park lights reflected in his eyes, that made you lose track of time. As the night continued, you realised that sometimes the best dates are ones where you don’t have to try hard. Just two people, sitting under the stars, sharing stories and laughter. Maybe this date was the beginning of something more. Maybe not. But for now you were content, you could only hope Johnny was too.

Thank you for reading ⭐️. And special thanks to my short but sweet taglist: @automaticwastelandpuppy @tamakikaname (omg i forgot 2 people) @wumutititititi @bluedbliss

Note: I tried my best I haven’t written in soooo long and I’m so rusty I’m scared it’s too short 😭also I know I said I’ll be consistent but I have a major exam in 9 days and may not be able to edit/upload it so I’ll try but I can’t make promises until 20th April😭

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first ‘ep’ out later today!! Keep your eyes peeled I’ll try to stay consistent with my weekly schedule!

all around the world in 8 days

introducing nctflix's newest dating show! a endearing laughter inducing show where each day is a new opportunity to find love. In just eight days, you'll meet eight different men, each offering a new adventure, a new experience, and a new chance for sparks to fly.

"how many chickens would it take to defeat you in a fight?"your eyes glimmered in the dim light as you and johnny sat on a park bench, lost in conversation, not yet realizing the connection that was slowly unfolding.

"taeyong you'd actually wear that??"you rummaged through aisles of forgotten treasures, playfully throwing clothes at each other, testing each other’s fashion sense.

A microphone, a stage, and a chance to let loose."You’re definitely a better singer than me doyoung." Laughter echoed through the karaoke room, but was it enough to break through the nerves?

"Do you think pink is too bright for me?" yuta's soft laugh filled the room as you teased him about the shades of nail polish he had to choose from. Was this just a chance for relaxation... or was something deeper beginning to take root?

A challenge: guess the makeup product. jaehyun hesitated, trying to name the right brands."Wait, is this highlighter or bronzer?"you couldn’t help but laugh. Each wrong guess felt like a step closer, but would the moments of fun be enough to spark something real?

Espresso shots, croissants, and discovering the best spots in town."is it the drinks? the animals? or the fact I'm here with you?" With every sip, you and jungwoo connection deepened as you roamed from one cafe to the next.

"You’re supposed to stir the sauce, not throw it mark." your smile was irresistible as you cooked together, but was the heat of the kitchen enough to bring them closer? Or would the chaos drive them apart?

"I swear I’m usually better at this!" haechan exclaimed, you leaned in close, your fingers brushing as you fought for the top score. Was this just friendly competition, or was there something more brewing beneath the surface?

In just eight days, you'll find out: is it the adventure that makes the heart race, or could it be one of these men who steals it?

taglist: open! lmk if u wanna be added 💓 updates every week starting next week! @automaticwastelandpuppy @tamakikaname

note: apologies for typos and format errors, this was written on mobile

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forgot to mention but it is an open ending! i have the ending planned but there’s no specific member named so it’s up to interpretation 💗

all around the world in 8 days

introducing nctflix's newest dating show! a endearing laughter inducing show where each day is a new opportunity to find love. In just eight days, you'll meet eight different men, each offering a new adventure, a new experience, and a new chance for sparks to fly.

"how many chickens would it take to defeat you in a fight?"your eyes glimmered in the dim light as you and johnny sat on a park bench, lost in conversation, not yet realizing the connection that was slowly unfolding.

"taeyong you'd actually wear that??"you rummaged through aisles of forgotten treasures, playfully throwing clothes at each other, testing each other’s fashion sense.

A microphone, a stage, and a chance to let loose."You’re definitely a better singer than me doyoung." Laughter echoed through the karaoke room, but was it enough to break through the nerves?

"Do you think pink is too bright for me?" yuta's soft laugh filled the room as you teased him about the shades of nail polish he had to choose from. Was this just a chance for relaxation... or was something deeper beginning to take root?

A challenge: guess the makeup product. jaehyun hesitated, trying to name the right brands."Wait, is this highlighter or bronzer?"you couldn’t help but laugh. Each wrong guess felt like a step closer, but would the moments of fun be enough to spark something real?

Espresso shots, croissants, and discovering the best spots in town."is it the drinks? the animals? or the fact I'm here with you?" With every sip, you and jungwoo connection deepened as you roamed from one cafe to the next.

"You’re supposed to stir the sauce, not throw it mark." your smile was irresistible as you cooked together, but was the heat of the kitchen enough to bring them closer? Or would the chaos drive them apart?

"I swear I’m usually better at this!" haechan exclaimed, you leaned in close, your fingers brushing as you fought for the top score. Was this just friendly competition, or was there something more brewing beneath the surface?

In just eight days, you'll find out: is it the adventure that makes the heart race, or could it be one of these men who steals it?

taglist: open! lmk if u wanna be added 💓 updates every week starting next week! @automaticwastelandpuppy

note: apologies for typos and format errors, this was written on mobile

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all around the world in 8 days

introducing nctflix's newest dating show! a endearing laughter inducing show where each day is a new opportunity to find love. In just eight days, you'll meet eight different men, each offering a new adventure, a new experience, and a new chance for sparks to fly.

"how many chickens would it take to defeat you in a fight?"your eyes glimmered in the dim light as you and johnny sat on a park bench, lost in conversation, not yet realizing the connection that was slowly unfolding.

"taeyong you'd actually wear that??"you rummaged through aisles of forgotten treasures, playfully throwing clothes at each other, testing each other’s fashion sense.

A microphone, a stage, and a chance to let loose."You’re definitely a better singer than me doyoung." Laughter echoed through the karaoke room, but was it enough to break through the nerves?

"Do you think pink is too bright for me?" yuta's soft laugh filled the room as you teased him about the shades of nail polish he had to choose from. Was this just a chance for relaxation... or was something deeper beginning to take root?

A challenge: guess the makeup product. jaehyun hesitated, trying to name the right brands."Wait, is this highlighter or bronzer?"you couldn’t help but laugh. Each wrong guess felt like a step closer, but would the moments of fun be enough to spark something real?

Espresso shots, croissants, and discovering the best spots in town."is it the drinks? the animals? or the fact I'm here with you?" With every sip, you and jungwoo connection deepened as you roamed from one cafe to the next.

"You’re supposed to stir the sauce, not throw it mark." your smile was irresistible as you cooked together, but was the heat of the kitchen enough to bring them closer? Or would the chaos drive them apart?

"I swear I’m usually better at this!" haechan exclaimed, you leaned in close, your fingers brushing as you fought for the top score. Was this just friendly competition, or was there something more brewing beneath the surface?

In just eight days, you'll find out: is it the adventure that makes the heart race, or could it be one of these men who steals it?

taglist: open! lmk if u wanna be added 💓 updates every week starting next week! @automaticwastelandpuppy @tamakikaname @bluedbliss @wumutititititi

note: apologies for typos and format errors, this was written on mobile

[jeonghansshitester]

IM BACK HO'S

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this whole series of self on kode is too gooddd

⋆⭒˚.⋆ Self-On Kode with Jaemin ⋆⭒˚.⋆

idol!Jaemin x f!idol!reader

summary: you and your best friend are very close, so you'll know what it's like to text him, right?

(cw: f!reader, idol!reader)

a/n: I am not currently accepting any new self-on kode requests

"Wow," you breathe out in wonder as you look around the studio from your pink chair, "I have watched so many of these videos. I love them." You bow softly to the camera, "Oh yes, hello, today I will be known as bunny."

On the other side of the wall, Jaemin settles into his seat, smiling at the camera while introducing himself, "Hello, I am Jaemin fron NCT Dream, but today I will be rabbit."

You bop your head along to your music softly, typing out your first message before your eyes widen slightly with surprise, "there are so many heart emojis! Woah, 1, 2, 3, 4... 11 heart emojis."

"Is this how you text everyone?" Jaemin reads off his phone, he pouts softly before typing back, "Yes, of course. Do you not like to feel happy?"

You laugh incredulously, "of course I like feeling happy. Emojis don't equate to happiness, Rabbit."

You both manage to move on and make small talk while you ignore the gross amount of emojis being used. Your partner seems to be fairly nice and happy-go-lucky, but you're still not quite sure who your partner is.

You and Jaemin had been close friends since you both started training together. He was strangely outgoing and outspoken in a way that was overwhelming at first but you quickly grew to like. He was a comforting person to be around and a great listener. He quickly became one of the few people you grew close to and felt a genuine friendship with.

It took a few years for you to develop a crush. He had been in the awkward puberty stage when you first met and that shaggy hair wasn't doing him too many favors. Then he took a medical break and came back to Seoul looking like a whole new guy. A very handsome new guy. 7 years ago was when you saw him in a new light, no longer just your nerdy best friend. And about 2 years ago that new light had led you to see him romantically.

Who could blame you with the way you two acted? There were countless inside jokes, regular hang out sessions with just the two of you, gifts exchanged, and way too much affection between two people who should only be friends.

When you see the screenshot sent to you, a flash of recognition hits you, could it be Jaemin? No, it couldn't be. Looking at the screen you zoom in, looking at an order for a pink variety floral bouquet. Why is it familiar? Well, because at the beginning of the week you'd gotten a pink variety bouquet from your best friend. Jaemin couldn't be your partner though, right?

You bite your bottom lip while typing out your response, "oooh, flowers for your girlfriend or boyfriend?"

Jaemin's cheeks flush a soft pink, chuckling under his breath, "something like that." He quickly adds, "just someone special."

The staff lets the both of you chat before moving you both along to send screenshots of you YouTube history. You take your screenshot and look up from your phone to look at the staff around the cameras, "I told you I'm a big fan so don't be surprised."

Jaemin laughs to himself while he looks at the picture, "wow, I have a big fan in my midst. Looks like we're twins..."

You cover your mouth as you laugh, looking at your screen which shows an almost identical image. Your partner had been binging the very same series. Another weird coincidence since last night you'd been watching these videos on your TV and live texting Jaemin about them. It was too much of a coincidence, it was getting weird.

Then came the most recent picture, you sent a picture of the shade of lip gloss your makeup artist had used on you and on your phone is a picture of an arm flexed. A very beefy, muscular arm and no face. "Woah," you breathe out. You can't even bring yourself to look at the camera, too embarrassed to show your face after how you just sat and stared at the picture for a straight minute with the screen really close to your face.

"You work out I take it?" You type back, slapping your palm against your forehead with embarrassment. You can see you manager turn away from you with second-hand embarrassment and you want to run behind the set and hide.

Thankfully your partner doesn't dwell on that and soon enough the staff is asking both of you to give your guesses.

Jaemin rubs his chin, "could it be one of my staff members? The makeup, the video history. I'm not sure."

In front of the blue wall, you try not too look at the camera, embarrassed by your behavior, "could it be Jaemin?"

You stand nervously on your side of the set, refusing to move and panicking while waiting for your partner to show themselves. From around the corner you see a familiar head of hair, then a familiar set of eyes, then a whole face with a dazzling smile. "Jaemin!" You breathe out in relief as you rush toward him and embrace him.

"It's you!" Jaemin exclaims while he hugs you.

You pull away from the hug, letting Jaemin fix your hair as you ask, "so, did you know it was me?"

"No, did you know it was me?" He asks in response.

"I had an idea..."

The staff have you both sit at a high top table and you pick up the conversation from there. Jaemin pokes your arm with a teasing smile, "how did you know it was me?"

"Well, you sent me the flowers you had a screenshot of and we watched the videos at the same time last night," you explain.

"You didn't recognize my arm?" He asks with a playful wiggle of his brows.

"You don't flex for me!"

He holds an arm up, flexing his arm as he tugs his sleeve up his bicep, "well, here you go. Get a good look. You should be able to recognize your best friend by any part of his body."

You hide your face in your hands. You don't think he meant to make an innuendo, but that smile on his face has you second guessing. One of the staff members chimes in, changing the subject and asks about the 'someone special.'

Jaemin drops his arm, cocking his head to the side, "she is someone special to me. She's the most special person to me."

"You can't say that!" You whine, shoving his shoulder softly.

He catches your hand, holding it in his own hands with a pouty look, "but you are."

"You're annoying," you whisper with a glare that isn't malicious at all.

"You like it," Jaemin whispers back, booping your nose with a smile.

The screen fades to black with a selfie of you and Jaemin with matching playful pouts, cheeks pressed against each other's as the credits roll.

The next month when matching statements go out about the two of you dating, neither you or Jaemin will admit that it was this interview that did it, but you both (and almost a million other people) know the truth.

[jeonghansshitester]

preach.

need a hot, nerdy, tall, loser boy with nice hands, a deep voice, and maybe even glasses STAT (park jisung)

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not k-pop related but i’m having a huge partynextdoor phase rnnnnnnn

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fuck that’s me i wouldn’t even say i write anymore it’s just a occasional thing

writing? oh, i’m definitely writing. in my head. during the most inconvenient times. like in the shower or when i’m about to fall asleep. actual typing? no, no, we don’t do that here.

[jeonghansshitester]

fluffy fluffy fluffy

midnight ★ haechan.

haechan x gn!reader. fluff, oneshot.

wc: 526 words.

In which Haechan comes home tired.

Haechan’s tired.

You know this because he doesn’t say anything upon entering the bedroom — no rambles about what he ate for lunch, or a corny joke Mark said during practice. He hangs his coat, and walks straight to the vanity to remove his make-up. You don’t say anything — because he must’ve talked to too many people and wanted some silence. Silently, you watch as he wipes off his make-up and steps into the shower. You’re still silent as he steps out, wet hair with a towel hanging low on his waist. You wait until he’s dressed before patting on your lap, inviting Haechan to sit. 

Sit, he does. He crawls onto the bed, seating himself on your lap and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He still doesn’t say anything — in his eldest son fashion. Haechan merely lets out a heavy exhale, as if sighing away the day’s worries. You rub circles on his back and lightly sway your bodies. 

“You did well today baby,” you whisper, tilting your head slightly to kiss his temple, “Proud of you.”

Haechan doesn’t say anything but you know he’s listening — he presses his face closer against your neck, his wet lips on your skin like a kiss. His grip around your neck tightens, his body inching closer towards yours. Your senses are overtaken by him — the warmth of his skin, and the smell of his body wash. Just him, him, and him. Gently, you thread your fingers through the black strands of his hair and feel its wetness. 

“Let me dry your hair, baby?” 

“Mm.”

It doesn’t take much convincing to get him sitting on the vanity chair. You begin drying his hair, careful to not tug on the strands too hard. You could feel his gaze boring holes on your body through the mirror. He’s like a boy with a schoolboy crush because when you reciprocate his gaze through the mirror, he blushes. Haechan’s tearing his gaze from the mirror to look somewhere else, the apples of his cheeks and the tips of his ears red. 

Cute. 

Once you’re done, you place the hairdryer on the vanity, using one hand to massage your boyfriend’s scalp. Immediately, his eyes flutter close, letting out groans and tilting his head towards you. A chuckle elicits from your lips, as you lean down to press a kiss on his cheek. 

Smells like your moisturizer — you know why you’ve been running out fast lately. 

“I love it when you take care of me,” Haechan whispers. It’s the first time you’re hearing his voice tonight. It’s hoarse, probably from the endless recording sessions. 

“You do?” you say, bringing down your hand to wrap your arms around his neck. Softly, you rest your chin on his head.

Haechan nods before putting his hands on yours. He looks at you through the mirror before tilting his head up, puckering his lips for a kiss. It’s awkward because it’s upside down — nevertheless, you grant him the kiss. He giggles into the kiss, his affection reverberating in every sound. 

“I love you so much,” he whispers — the three words reserved for only you. “So much.”

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i giggled