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can i request a fic where male reader and jisung are roommates and they’re pretty much acquaintances but male reader has a date but gets stood up and they have jisung come and pick them up after he texts “how’s the date going” or something like that and he comforts them. interpret how you like!

Walk You Home

Park Jisung x Male Reader

How’s the date going?

Your thumbs hover over the message, watching it from the bottom of your lock screen as the minutes pile up. One minute ago—two minutes ago—five minutes ago. It’s taunting you—Jisung’s contact name as you keep your eyes on your phone, wondering why he felt inclined to ask. Wondering if somehow he knew.

But your relationship doesn’t go beyond being roommates. Nothing but niceties exchanged—wishing each other good morning and goodnight. There wasn’t much you two had in common anyway—other than being the two youngest members. Which is how you ended up rooming together.

But there’s no ill intent behind Jisung’s message. Not as he sits on the edge of his bed, still in his day clothes just in case. He had pressed you earlier about your date, curiosity taking over when he overheard you talking to the other members about it. The thought of you having a first date with someone who was a stranger to him made his stomach turn—only, he wasn’t sure why. He didn’t know what pushed him to send a message, hoping you weren’t to answer him as the delivered sat under his blue message. After a few minutes he saw the bubbles appear, the hesitant typing behind them making him bite the skin around his fingertips.

Can you come get me please?

Jisung didn’t need telling twice.

You play with the tablecloth in front of you, picking at the threads that came loose from years of wear and tear. You can feel the staff’s eyes on you, since the moment your date was ten minutes late till now—an hour late with no message apologizing or explaining where he was. They weren’t who you were worried about though. You were more worried about Jisung seeing you like this—defeated and hopeless as you stared emptily towards the entrance of the restaurant. He was the first person that came to mind when you thought of which member to text—even after having told everyone how excited you were for this date. He was the only one you felt remotely comfortable sharing that you got stood up.

A shaky breath escapes your lips, the sound unfamiliar to you as you stare down at your lap in shame. You had nowhere to be. Nowhere to go. Maybe you should’ve lied. Went back to the dorm after two hours raving about the date and lying about not feeling a connection. It was better than this. Sitting glued to the cushioned chair having to endure the countless eyes staring pitifully at you.

There’s a ring at the entrance that catches your attention, causing you to bring your gaze up at the disturbance. It’s like seeing Jisung for the first time again—blonde hair tussled from having run into the building. His tall build matching the height of the door when his platform converse halt on the tiled floor underneath him. His eyes scan the dimly lit restaurant, blurring the tables that had two or more people sitting in them. He spots you after a few seconds, frozen in his spot before speed walking to you with his head down. He didn’t think to put on a mask or a hat—busy worrying about getting to you as fast as he could rather than disguise himself from the public.

“(Y/n).” He bends down when he reaches your chair. Shuffling his weight onto one knee when he stares up at you with his dark eyes. You feel like a toddler as you stare down at him—being comforted by an older figure as you kept your eyes fixed on your knees. Pressing your fingernails down on the palm of your hand to ground yourself. “Hey. Do you want to get out of here? I don’t want you to stay here any longer and think about that asshole, okay?”

You don’t remember getting up and walking out of the restaurant but you find yourself next to Jisung—matching your footsteps to his as you stroll outside. There are no words exchanged between the two of you. Just shy glances when your hands brushed together accidentally.

“I’m not sure what to say in this situation, (Y/n).” Jisung stops in front of you, shuffling his feet on the concrete. “But I’m sorry this happened to you. You don’t deserve to be stood up by some nobody guy. You deserve someone who would move heaven and hell to make sure he got to you.”

“Thank you, Jisung.” It’s the first time he’s heard your voice in hours, and Jisung could swear he feels his heart jump at the sound of it. “I think it worked out for the better, don’t you think?”

You don’t need a reply from Jisung. The way he swallows the lump in his throat is enough. This awkward stroll feels more like a first date anyways—the blush across your face—the back of your hands brushing together ever few minutes—the pointless conversations that go unfinished. This was better than anything you could get from sitting across a stranger, knowing you would’ve picked at your food quietly instead of trying to engage with the other person.

But Jisung is easy to talk to. He is easy to walk around with while watching the world around you. It was like he knew what you were thinking about at all times.

But were your platonic feelings evolving into something else?

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currently going through terrible post concert depression so can you maybe write smth where renjun and reader spend some time together after the tds2 berlin concert ended. maybe exploring the city a bit, but ik not everyone knows a lot about berlin so them spending time together in the hotel is also fine :')

Moon

Huang Renjun x Male Reader

“I don’t know how the fans do it Renjun.” You rub the dark birthmark on his hand, counting the tiles on the floor as you walked side by side. “I mean… seeing you one night in concert and then having to go home… back to seeing you on a tiny screen. I don’t know how I’d survive like that. It’s a miracle we made it through quarantine.”

He pushes you with his shoulder, scrunching his nose in fake annoyance as he comes to a stop. It’s hours after the concert ended—the venue sits empty and silent compared to the ground shaking music and lively screams from fans that leaked from it just a while ago. It’s still ringing in your ears, not quite registering how different the Renjun you had by your side was from the Renjun that performed on stage. You watched him from your peripheral vision, how he kicked rocks and moped around the entrance of the venue, scared of exploring a city so unfamiliar.

“I booked us a food tour for earlier, but you got too busy and it’s far too late to go now—” You catch the frown growing on Renjun’s face, quickly spinning him around to face you. “Hey, it’s okay. I wasn’t done with what I was saying. Anyway—I was thinking since we can’t do that we could either join Jaem and Jisung at the East Side Gallery or we could walk to the Oberbaum bridge. It’s just a few minutes away but it’s so worth it.”

“I think that you’ve had to share me with enough people tonight, let’s go to that bridge.” You smile from ear to ear, offering him a small peck before following the address you typed in on your phone.

The walk is mostly quiet. The only noise that reached your ears was the sound of Renjun’s puffy sleeves clashing on the side of his jacket as he swung your hands together. The two of you ogled at the empty streets, letting it slip your minds that it was past midnight and you were lucky to see two people outside in this weather. You keep your eye on the river next to you, smiling at the lights that bouncing off of it. You couldn’t think of better person to experience it with other than Renjun. There was nothing he loved more than being a tourist in other cities. He was so curious about everything—the park the two of you passed—the gallery that was just down the path—down to the lively club that sat on its lonesome. There were questions even you didn’t know the answer to—not that he cared. He was mostly asking just to ask, not looking for a real response.

Once the two of you reached the bridge you were breathless. You let go of Renjun’s hand, racing him to one of the many window-like openings that overlooked the river. You looked far into the horizon, taking in the sights as Renjun came up behind you. His footsteps echoed around the corners of the empty deck.

Your (e/c) eyes reach the moon, a soft smile settling on your lips. “The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

Renjun’s arms find their way to your torso, his head resting on your shoulder as he balances his body weight on you.

“I think that phrase only works if it’s in Japanese.” He pinches your hip, too comfortable to move from his stance behind you. He can’t think of a better way to spend his night. Watching the lights reflect off the river underneath you. Watching as your (s/c) complexion glows next to the orange architecture of the bridge. He is glad he agreed to this—adding a simple, yet significant memory with you here was a reason to come back and explore more of the city with more time. “But yes, the moon is beautiful, (Y/n/n).”

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hello i am back to request sumn again 🙏🙏 could i get a jisung (nct) x male reader. where jisung and reader are just hanging out which devolves into having an arm wrestle. they joke around a bit and the reader is like “if you win. you get a kiss from me.” and the reader ends up winning instead. and the reader is like “ig i get a kiss from you then” but is jk about it but also sort of serious internally. while jisung is a 100% serious and is like “yeah i can do that.” or sumn. yeah sumn more silly this time‼️‼️ the rest is up you!!!

Tangerine Love

Park Jisung x Male Reader

You always thought Jisung looked his best in the middle of the night. In a small shirt that landed just above his waist and hugged his biceps just right—adorning oversized sweatpants that hung just low enough that you caught sight of the waistband on his blue Calvin Klein boxers. He is biting the straw from his drink—scrunching his nose as he swerves his arms with the controller in his hand. You bit your lip, watching as his long fingers engulfed the small buttons.

“You totally rigged this game, (Y/n/n), it’s not fair.” You look up towards his face, picking at the skin on your bottom lip as his form a pout. You can’t help but watch as he stretches, hypnotized by how even his relaxed muscles seem to bulge out of his shirt. “Let’s play something else—”

“Let’s arm wrestle.” The quick response catches him off guard. It wasn’t anything the two of you haven’t done. Most of your hangouts alone concluded in fake wrestling matches that rolled into the middle of the night—where the two of you were too tired to decide who won and who lost. This time, Jisung was stunned, full lips parted as he visibly hesitated. “If you win you get to choose whatever you want.”

A minute passing feels like an eternity in the room. The video game music lonely as it makes the only noise that rings in your ears. Jisung’s face is stuck between confusion and being deep in thought as he considers what he could want from you.

“I want all the money in your bank account.” He manages to grab your arm as you shove him into the brown carpet. Faces inches apart as he descends into more laughter. You stay like this for a little, letting (h/c) hair cover your eyes just enough so he couldn’t see how dilated your pupils got the more you stared at him. “Okay seriously I wan—”

“If you win, you’ll get a kiss from me.” Jisung chokes on his tongue, followed by a long coughing fit as he manages to sit himself up. He’s resting back on his elbows as he avoids your gaze—wondering how you could be so casual when you threw in a request like that. Not that he wouldn’t want to.

The joke isn’t so much of a joke anymore as you internally freak out, silently wanting the floor to open up and swallow you whole. Before you could think of suggesting something else, Jisung’s head is nodding up and down—brown hair bouncing around his ears as he agrees. It’s how you found yourself in this predicament, elbow firm on Jisung’s old wooden stool that he kept in his closet. The worn down legs making it wobble when either one of you pressed down too hard. You could tell the mood is different, despite the desperate attempts of trying to lighten it up from both of you. This game was a matter of life or death. It had potential to end your friendship—or turn it into something more.

You catch Jisung’s eyes, a smirk forming on the right side of his mouth as he stares at your small frame. “What? Scared (Y/n)? You know I’ll win.”

“It’s cute that you think you can hurt me, Jisung Park.” And the mood is restored.

Jisung stifled a laugh, wrapping his fingers around your hand to get a head start. You make eye contact one last time, licking your lips subconsciously as the two of you silently start going against each other. The game is touch and go, one moment you feel yourself overwhelmed with doubt and the next you feel yourself wanting to laugh. The whole situation is comical. You can’t quite figure out why Jisung would agree to such an outlandish and odd prize. You feel him stumble back a little, clammy fingers sliding down your own as he uses his other hand to ground himself. You take advantage of this, using your full body weight to bring his arm down. Without thinking you slam his hand down, letting your arms fly up in the air as you celebrate your brief victory.

“Since I won, you know, I guess I’ll have to be the one to receive the kiss from you.” Jisung is thrown again, gears shifting in his brain as he stares at the hand that betrayed him. You want this to be a joke—for your well-being—but you know it’s not. You know it’s not by the way you watch as Jisung mentally battles himself, preparing to turn you down. Or so you think.

“I can totally do that for you.” He’s serious all of a sudden, palms face down on the wooden stool as he stares at you wide eye. He pushes it to the side, scooting himself closer to you so you’re just inches apart again. “Can you close your eyes?”

For the first time in the past hour, Jisung’s mind is blank. There are no thoughts of backing down from this as he brings his lips closer to your own, breathing heavily as he moves in closer. The initial contact starts from the corner of your lip, leaving a hot sensation from where his lips landed first. It’s no surprise when he doesn’t move, more of a peck instead of the kiss he intended, showing his lack of experience. It’s more than enough to keep you hanging though—eyes fluttering open as you gazed at the floor, stunned. But Jisung isn’t done. He dives in for more—following your lips as you lead him. He brings a hand to the back of your neck, playing with the back of your hair as he deepens the kiss, full lips now parted against your own.

You bring your hands up to wander around his body too—aiming first for the drawstring that ties up his sweatpants so they stay up. Next is the back of his neck too, tugging a little at the hair that curls around the base of his neck. He lets out a small laugh, smiling into the kiss as you make your way up to the skin under his shirt. Another fit of laughter.

“You’re tickling me.” Even when the two of you break apart, the sensation of his lips lingers on your own. You can’t help but bring your hand towards your lips, speechless. “I could go for another round.”

You know he means kissing wise, but you can’t help but tease him a little as you stare down at his swollen lips and hooded eyes. “What do I get this time when I beat you again?”

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yoo can i request a male reader x jisung (nct), where the reader gets partnered up with jisung for the quiet down box stage (the reader is the one in the box). the reader has liked jisung since debut so the practice for the stage gets very stiff and awkward due to the intimate choreo. and eventually jisung requests for a partner switch or sumn cuz he notices the reader’s discomfort and is upset about it, and then the reader panics and blurts out his feelings and yeah the rest is up to you :)))

Quiet Down

Park Jisung x Male Reader

Rushing.

The past year with Dream has been spent rushing through dance practices and vocal classes and fittings for the upcoming tour. It all feels like a never ending cycle full of alarms and back-to-back schedules. Occasionally you find yourself reminiscing back to when all you contributed to the group were three songs with a different set of people every time. Never would you have pictured to be as busy as you were now.

You rolled your shoulders back, hoping to correct your posture as you continuously stretch your body while listening to the quiet whispers of the staff all around you. You were used to this. The constant negotiations and clicking of pens as they discussed your position in terms of the formations in the choreography.

“Okay. How about we try (Y/n) and Jisung together for Quiet Down since there’s an even number now? And we can leave Jaemin and Chenle together?” You feel your heart stop as you clenched and unclenched your hands. The choreography for Quiet Down was intimate—more than that it was suggestive and sexy. “I like the sound of that—we can start practicing and adjusting that particular song as of right now since it’s one of the only ones that requires excessive props.”

The staff team breaks out towards you and the members, seemingly determined as they summarize the changes to the choreography. You can’t hear them though—their voices are drowned out by your clammy hands that you run up and down your thighs, trying to dry them off. To say that you were anxious was an understatement. You were scared. Scared you might be too into it or give away that you’ve had a thing for Jisung since you set your eyes on him in 2015.

You thrust up into the empty air, hips moving along to the music easily while you were running through the choreography on your own.

Suddenly the air is suffocating, you feel your limbs stiffen up as Jisung slides on top of the box, staring at you with darkened eyes and mask pulled down enough to where you could see his top lip poking out. You could feel yourself moving like a robot, going through the motions of the dance instead of letting yourself feel the rhythm and tune yourself with Jisung’s passion and flow. They let you run through the whole song with no break, whispering behind their clipboards whenever you and Jisung came together to dance. You know he feels it too. His eyes burn through the transparent box into your face with curiosity and an emotion you can’t quite read. You refuse to meet his gaze throughout the dance, grimacing unknowingly towards him.

“Okay can we try it back to fifty seconds? I will count you guys in and we can go from there.” Jisung slaps at the side of the box, feeling tense as he watches your seeming discomfort ooze from the box. He’s a little discouraged as he hops on top, missing a step as he tries his hardest to match your energy.

“Let’s take five.”

“Are you uncomfortable with me?” Jisung’s voice is small, you would’ve missed it if he weren’t sitting right next to you in the break room. The rest of the members are spread out in the room, Jaemin finding a corner to himself to lay down with his hoodie covering his face so no light could get to him. “I could ask the staff if we could switch. I could stay with Chenle and you get Jaem? Would that be better?”

For the first time in hours, your (e/c) eyes finally meet Jisung’s. He darts his eyes to the floor, a little deflated. You open and close your mouth multiple times, at a loss for words. He sighs, standing up from the bench the two of you shared.

“Where are you going?” The room stills, seven pairs of eyes on you as it was the first time they had heard you talk at full volume today. Your body grows hot, face flushed as you bowed your head apologetically mostly towards Mark. They wave you off, too tired to pry but you catch Renjun’s knowing look from the corner of your eye. “Ji.”

“I’m going to ask them, I can see how out of tune we are with each other. I mean—sorry—I don’t have a problem with you. I’m not so sure on your end… how you might feel—”

“I like you.” Panic ensues inside your chest as the sudden confession lingers in the hallway. It feels heavy on your chest even as you let go of the secret that’s been holding you back from growing closer with Jisung all these years—only having Renjun and Haechan to confide in with your feelings. “I like you. I li—oh my god I can’t stop saying it.”

Jisung turns to you, eyes wide and mask no longer hiding any part of his face. His face stating an emotion that you can’t read again.

“(Y/n). We’re both so dumb.” Before you have a chance to reply, Jisung grabs a hold of both of your hands, heat spreading all throughout your body with the sudden contact of his skin. “I like you too.”

Needless to say that the rest of the practice had gone over smoothly. With you finally being able to match Jisung’s energy without holding back to finally being able to look into his dark eyes and emulate the overall feel of the music that played.

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can i request a fanfiction with seongmin where cravity is having a pool party and he finds out reader cant swim

Divin’

Ahn Seongmin x Idol!Male Reader

“You deserve a break, don’t you think?” Seongmin had such a way with words—or rather that was simply the effect that he had on you. You knew it wasn’t much of a question, more of a demand even as he batted his long eyelashes at you. “Come with us. The company won’t see anything wrong with it, they’ll think we’re mentoring you as your seniors or something.”

You nodded along to his words—to which he took as you agreeing to go on this vacation with him and his members.

There was no backing out of this now.

The first few days were spent doing bonding exercises with everyone. You found that you got along well with Serim. Almost as if he took you under his wing—giving you words of encouragement and advice as you had recently started your solo career.

That’s how you found yourself sitting beside him on the lounge chairs that sat next to the clear pool. The two of you much more relaxed in matching sunglasses and hats. You grabbed the sunscreen from the small table in between the chairs—rubbing it into your skin as you watched Seongmin from the corner of your eye. He struggled to get on the pink popsicle floatie they kept next to the edge of the pool, blowing the hair out of his eyes out of frustration.

He tried one more time before catching your eyes. Even behind the dark sunglasses, he could tell you were watching him intently.

“(Y/n/n). You’ve been watching me for five minutes but you haven’t offered to help?” Seongmin stomped over to you, crossing his arms over his chest as he pouted. You struggled with an answer, sliding your sunglasses off and placing them on top of your hat. “Can you help me please?” With a goodbye towards Serim you practically hopped off of the chair, bare feet sliding across the concrete as you followed your boyfriend.

“Minnie.” Seongmin turned towards you, the sun hitting his face perfectly—accentuating his brown eyes and beauty marks. You held your composure, offering a fond smile. “How can you not get on it? It looks so simple.”

You reached the edge of the pool, kicking the floatie a little further into the pool to tease him.

“Why don’t you get on it then?” You stop in your tracks, opting to play with a strand of (h/c) hair instead of answering Seongmin. “(Y/n)?”

“I never learned how to swim.” You expected him to make fun of you, let out a small giggle even. Instead he bent down to make eye contact with your (e/c) eyes, scrunching his nose as he stared. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“We’ve been dating for so long… why am I just now learning about this?”

And that’s how you ended up in the middle of the pool—floating on your back as Woobin held you up with his arms. Seongmin was standing immediately beside you, instructing you on how to move your feet so you gathered more momentum. Internally you were freaking out, screwing your eyes tight so you wouldn’t have to face the sun directly in your eyes.

“Relax. I have you. If anything happens I won’t let you drown—but remember we’re standing in the four feet section so you could just stand.” You open an eye to glare at Seongmin, moving your arm to splash water towards him. He giggles, splashing water back towards you.

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Matching

Genre: fluff💌

Pairing: Minhyung x male!reader

A/N: After finally getting some updates about Minhyung (aka him opening an instagram acc) I decided to write smth about him again

Started 25.02.2023 Finished 25.02.2023

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You were waiting in front of the bathroom for at least 30 minutes now. You looked at your watch again which seemed like the 5th time in the past 10 minutes. „If you don't move your ass out of there I am going to leave without you.“ You shouted, for which you only got a groan in response. Minhyung only wanted to quickly fix his hair but as things are right now he probably vanished into thin air. „Only a few more seconds.“ „A few more seconds my ass, you have been saying that for the last 30 minutes and-“ Minhyung opened the door before you could continue your complaining. You looked him up and down to find any change but he looked the same way as when he entered the bathroom. „You look the same as you did 30 minutes ago, if you got sudden diarrhea you could have told me, no need to lie about fixing your hair.“ Minhyung punched your shoulder. „I did not get diarrhea, I was just- ughhh.“ He put his hands over his face as he groaned. Before anyone could say anything again Minhyungs mum walked past you with a bunch of clothes in her hand. When you looked at Minhyung he looked like he had sudden enlightenment. He took something from the pile of clothes his mum was carrying, which made her halt. “Minhyung if you need something just tell me, don't snatch it from me while I'm trying to go somewhere.“ his mum said with an annoyed undertone. But she quickly turned around again and went her way. Minhyung was holding two beanies in his hands, the loverboy beanies with the cat ears that were really popular currently. „Here, this one's for you.“ Minhyung was holding one of the beanies towards you. You took it and looked between the beanie in your hand and the one Minhyung was holding. „Did you- Do you want to wear partner look?“ You asked visibly confused. „You said you really liked the beanies so I got you one of them, and I thought I might as well get myself one.“ Minhyung didn't look at you even one second while he answered. „Oh you sure do want to wear partner look! Weren't you the one who said that partner look is such a cringe thing to do as a couple- On the other hand, we were with Yejun when you said that to me…“ You quickly put the beanie you had in your hand on Minhyungs head who wanted to protest but stopped as soon as he saw how wide you were smiling. „I'm so gonna tell Yejun what a softie you are as soon as we arrive at the cafe.“ Minhyung grumbled in response. „Why were you in the bathroom for so long though?“ „I originally hid them there, but my mum must have thought they were dirty and took them.“ You tried to stop yourself from squeaking but you couldn't. „This is so cute! You're the best!“ You could see the slight embarrassment on Minhyungs face. „There is nothing wrong with being a sweet boyfriend towards your boyfriend, and also-“ while putting your hand on his shoulders you leaned closer to him with a mischievous grin „We can make Yejun feel single by showing off our matching beanies every 5 seconds.“ Minhyung thought about it for a second before finally agreeing. „Most importantly you're going to show off how good your boyfriend looks while wearing the beanie.“ You took the beanie Minhyung was holding out of his hands and put it on. „And now let's go! We are already 1 hour late!“ You hooked your arm around Minhyungs and pulled him towards the front door.

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this is so cute, i love this 😭

Hi :) Can I request a fanfic with Cravity's Seongmin where reader has a totally obvious crush on him.

Pure

Ahn Seongmin x Male Reader

You stared at Seongmin from afar, keeping your bottom lip tucked underneath your teeth. It was hard—keeping your eyes off of him even as he sat getting his makeup done. The only sign that he was awake being the rhythmic tapping of his long fingers on the stylist’s desk. He looked so elegant, the cherry pearl necklace sitting perfectly around his neck.

You didn’t get to interact with him often, only bumping into him during award shows or when you were conveniently promoting at the same time.

Regardless, you were smitten. Every conversation left you a stuttering mess, something he brushed off as you just being an introvert. His members however—they always gave you a knowing look when they were around you.

“(Y/n)-ah.” You swallowed hard, walking up to Seongmin’s sweet voice. “Do I have something on my face?” You stared down at him as he looked up at you from the chair, the mere act of him looking at you making you weak to your knees. Refusing to meet his burning gaze, you shook your head. “Then what is it?”

You pulled up an empty chair next to Seongmin, sitting so close you could smell his refreshing cologne. This was bad for you.

“What is… what?” Seongmin turned away from his stylist to face you, raising an eyebrow towards you.

“Your death stare.” He chuckles, a sound that immediately makes the corner of your lips twitch upwards. “Just kidding!” The stylist leaves with a last touch up of makeup for Seongmin, leaving the two of you alone in the room.

You stare at the ceiling, clenching and unclenching your hands in your lap as the silence filled your ears. Panic was settling in. You wanted nothing more than to talk to Seongmin with ease. To ask him about his interests and learn about what kind of music he enjoyed listening to but nothing came out. No matter how many times you tried to form a sentence, it never came out.

“Can I do your makeup?”

You never had the opportunity to play with makeup as a kid—growing up a boy in a rather moderate family it just wasn’t something that piqued your interest. Until now.

Seongmin was practically sitting on your lap, his tongue hanging out of his mouth to signal his deep concentration. You tried to control your breathing as he patted the eyeshadow onto your eyelid—making sure he didn’t notice anything abnormal in your behavior that could weird him out. It was hard to keep your cool—his slim fingers seeming to touch every inch of skin on your face, the smell of his cologne so overwhelming you swore you could taste it.

It was going to be difficult opening your eyes and seeing him so up close. You weren’t sure if you were going to be able to keep your composure any longer.

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can i rquest a fanfic with jaemin taking place during 7llin'

Goosebumps

Na Jaemin x Male Reader

“I must be hard to understand.”

The laugh that ensues after Jaemin’s seemingly empty confession confuses you. You find it odd that the members don’t seem to take him seriously even as he stares blankly at the fire in front of all of you. You can’t help but think that maybe you don’t know him as well as you think you. That maybe just because you were dating, the relationship was no different than the ones he has with the rest of the members.

You chose to listen in more rather than participate, lost in your thoughts as you sat with your knees pressed against your chest. Being the new member in the Dream unit specifically always made you feel a little insecure. Sure you had been a trainee with them and debuted under Nct U early on—but they had a different bond with each other. They spoke to each other comfortably—confessing their love left and right.

This kept you up at night.

You sat outside alone now. The fire long gone and chairs that were once full with people and blankets sat empty. You couldn’t help but stare up at the bright moon, going through the events that occurred. You definitely could’ve opened up a little.

With a small scoff and a cold puff of air, you push yourself off the chair, trying to get inside as fast as you could.

“(Y/n).” As you as you turned to walk in, there he was. Jaemin’s exposed skin was illuminated by the moonlight. Almost as if he were glowing underneath all the layers of clothes he had on. He rubbed his eyes, hopping to take away some of the drowsiness that came with them. “Why are you still outside?”

“I—” Jaemin pulls you in to the house by your (f/c) hoodie, not waiting for an answer. Goosebumps run over your whole body, a sudden warmth about him overwhelming you. “I couldn’t sleep. I keep thinking about what you said.” You realize he’s leading you to the bunk bed he shares with Jisung.

Carefully climbing the ladder behind him, you get rid of one of the layers you have on—scared of overheating in the middle of the night.

“I want to understand you, Jaem. I don’t care how difficult you think it is.” You find yourself face to face with Jaemin. He managed to snake an arm under your waist, legs tangled with yours underneath the thick white blanket. “You deserve to be understood and loved—regardless of how hard you think that it. It comes so easy to me to love you.”

Jaemin’s eyes flutter close, his eyelashes casting shadows on the apples of his cheek. “I wish you would’ve said more, (y/n/n). I’m sure the members try hard to understand you and our relationship.” He turns his head to face the ceiling—eyes still closed and body still facing yours. “I’m sure you’re feeling a little left out from the group, but I promise everyone is trying their hardest to have you included. Even if you don’t see it.” He turns towards you again, offering a lazy smile before continuing.

“And I know you have something to say about how they reacted to what I said—and while I was serious, it was also just a silly joke. It was meant to be lighthearted. I promise.” You scanned his face with your eyes, a little sad he was the one to comfort you this late at night after all that he done. But now you were feeling more secure and affirmed.

“I’m sure you’re tired after all that grilling.” He offered a small noise as a response, pulling you closer to him. He tucked your head under his, cradling it. “Thank you for the food, baby.”

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Worry

Genre: angst💫 but also a bit fluff💌?

Pairing: Yuki x male!reader

A/N: This will maybe get a part two, depending on how the first elimination goes.

Started 17.02.2023 Finished 18.02.2023

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The TV in front of you was shining brightly at your face as you were waiting for your result. This was your chance to get at least 1 star, you thought. Hours of training shouldn't have been for nothing. No one is going to care for a 0 star if they don't have an outstanding personality. And you were one of those that didn't have it. Quiet, reserved and shy. You were everything people looked past at, at survival shows. You tried to get out of your comfort zone in front of the camera to get people to notice you more, but to no avail. And not only did your stars show that but also your rank. The changing picture of the TV made you come back to reality. You were staring at your result trying to understand what exactly you were looking at. Well, you knew what you were looking at, but your brain couldn't really process it. You entered the main room again where all the trainees were waiting for you. Everyone was talking at the same time so you decided to just go to your spot without answering any questions. All eyes were on you as you sat on the stairs for the 0-star trainees again. Right beside you was sitting Yuki on the 1-star spot, looking at you with a worried expression. You gave him a small smile before you looked away and started spacing out. After today's episode finished you all got to leave to get back to the dorm. The only thing you currently had in mind was letting your emotions out. You went to your room, ignoring your roommates while getting some skincare stuff to take with you to the bathroom. As you left your room your roommates gave each other knowing worrisome looks. Before you were able to close the bathroom door a hand stopped it from moving any further. You let go of the door, shocked, because who would follow you to the freaking bathroom. Yuki stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. Before he could even open his arms for you you were already hugging him, putting your head on his shoulder. Tears were flowing even before he got a chance to hug you back. He knew that you had to let it all out right now, so he was just silently patting your back. And after a few minutes, you lifted your head to see the wet stain you had left on his shirt. „I'm sorry.“ you muttered between sobs. A chuckle left Yuki's mouth as he pat your head to tell you not to worry about it. He took your face in his hands and wiped away the remaining tears with his thumbs. You sniffed one last time before you looked him in the eyes. „I trained just as hard as the other, why am I not getting better, why am I so untalented.“ You said to him in a quiet voice. „I out of everyone know how hard you're working, and if the judges don't see that it's their problem, that doesn't mean you're untalented “ You wished his words would make you feel any better, but you were feeling the same way you felt ever since you found out your score. Tears were daring to fall again, which made you look to the floor. You felt so humiliated. Not only because of your score but also for crying in front of someone else because of it. Yuki hugged you tightly again which made you bury your face in his shoulder again. „We're going to train even harder and show everyone how good we are. I won't ever leave you behind, we are going to debut, and we are going to do it together.“ Yuki let go of you which made you step back. „You promise we will debut together?“ „I promise.“

[suhxin]

Me: *looking through tags of male characters I like*

Fics: “x Female Reader”

Fics: “x Fem! Reader”

Fics: “x Reader” *uses female pronouns*

Me: excuse me but Im Gay™ ??

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Valentine boy

Jung Jaehyun x Male Reader

In which the new hire at your job keeps distracting you but you can’t help and admire.

Jaehyun is not good for your heart. He pulls at your heart strings with his smile almost daily.

Even while just doing his job, you can’t help but admire him from afar. The pink tongue sticking out of his mouth in concentration as he pulls a shot of espresso from the industrial machine. It had been a week since he finished his training and he had already become a customer favorite. The days seemed to be busy regardless of the time just so people could catch a glance of the new barista.

You couldn’t help but feel jealous as he gave away his million dollar smile to just any customer—or rather any girl. That was another thing. How certain were you that he liked men? Were you just projecting your feelings on him?

“Can you stop drooling and clean some tables?” Renjun snapped you out of your daze—though he was quite small in frame he managed to intimidate you to no end. “I don’t get why you don’t just try talking to him. He’s not that scary.”

“You don’t get it, Jun. He’s perfect.” You could feel a frown forming on your face. “He was born on Valentine’s Day… did you know? He’s probably a professional at all of this… love and romance stuff.” Renjun can’t help but give you a tight-lipped smile. With his expression saying enough, you decide to drop it, going back to doing your job instead.

Closing was usually a breeze for you—having been at the job for over a year everything came naturally.

However, with Jaehyun being new to the routine, everything he seemed to do clumsily, you found charming. No matter how many dishes he seemed to pile up just by being a little clueless—or how many times you had to wipe up more than one spot because he seemed to forget—or even checking the restrooms to make sure he stocked up the napkin dispenser—you couldn’t help but find it all cute.

So sure, you clocked out an hour later than usual but that meant you got to spend an hour alone with Jaehyun.

And he was funny. Laughing before he managed to get even verbalize the joke he was thinking about. A laugh that always seemed to find it’s way to his eyes before his lips. And the way he stared at you as if you were the only person on earth.

It wasn’t good for your heart.

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Can I request a fic with Huening Kai. Just Hyuka showering reader with affection and trying to lift up his mood after a bad day :)

Rainy Days

Huening Kai x Male Reader

If comfort were a person, you would think it was Huening Kai.

“What happened, baby?” You shook your head into his shoulder—shaking from the chilly weather and being unable to stop your tears from flowing. “Hey, I can’t help you if you don’t at least use your words. Tell me, baby, what do you need?”

This is one thing you appreciated about Kai. He was beyond patient and understanding with you regardless of how much you were willing to share with him. He didn’t need context as to what made you so upset, all he knew was that he wanted to comfort you. And so he did.

This is how the two of you ended up sprawled out on the living room couch, your body directly on top of Kai’s. The warmth radiating off of his body soothing you. He moved his large hand up and down your back, occasionally bringing it up to brush your (h/c) with his long fingers. You could feel his heartbeat as you laid your head on his chest—arms wrapped around his middle as if he was going to disappear if you were to let go.

You let out a shaky breath, still not trusting yourself to speak out loud. Instead, you offer him a whisper, “I love you.”

It’s barely audible—but he catches it. He feels your lips move against his shirt and smiles down at you, dark eyes wrinkling around the corners. Pressing his lips to your forehead, he whispers it back—scared to do anything else. Worried that you might readjust yourself if he were to move.

The rest of the night is spent like this. Comfortable silence and the occasional humming that came from Hyuka. He offered some stories about his days so far and updates on the rest of the members—who seemed to be missing the both of you. Which was a problem for another day. For tonight, you had Huening Kai all to yourself.

[suhxin]

can i request a valentines drabble with renjun?

Lover

Renjun can’t seem to take his gaze off of you. In a room full of some of the best paintings he’d ever seen—he still thought you were the best sight. Although it was his idea to visit this museum abroad, he wasn’t doing much talking or sharing observations like he usually would.

Finally taking notice of his silence, you turn to him—surprised to see his eyes set on you already. You offer him a smile as you pushed the hair out of your eyes.

“So breathtaking,” Renjun amuses you, taking your hand in his and bringing it up to his lips to kiss it. “Happy Valentine’s day, my love.”

“Thank you for bringing me here. I feel like the paintings are talking to me.” With this comment, he finally opens up on what he really thinks the paintings mean, especially the ones that went over your head completely. You couldn’t imagine a better Valentine’s date.

[suhxin]

Heyyy I saw you accept requests :) Can I request a fanfiction with Chenle in which he really likes to do PDA with m!reader in front of the others bc he finds cute how embarrassed reader gets

Flush

Zhong Chenle x Male Reader

“(Y/n)~ you’re just so cute, I can’t help it.” Chenle pinched your cheeks with his thumb and index fingers for what felt like the thousandth time today. You could feel your face heat up, choosing to look at the floor instead of having to face the rest of the Dream members surrounding the two of you. You tried pushing his hands away, failing as he held his ground and stayed put.

You didn’t mind when Chenle was affectionate in private. In fact, you welcomed it. But being around other members turned you into a shy, easily embarrassed individual.

It wasn’t the first time this happened.

The first instance was around Wayv. They had invited you and Chenle to do their Phantom challenge for Tiktok and you happily agreed. It took a few takes—but as soon as you were all done with it, Chenle’s hands found their way to your face. He placed them on the back of your head, keeping his thumbs just above your jaw to caress it ever so softly. He praised your dancing abilities and charisma showing through the phone screen.

You thanked him several times, trying to get him to calm down around your fellow members—who were all staring fondly at the two of you. All Chenle could do was smile, happy to see you so flushed—which only made him want to keep showering you in affection.

The second instance was around the 127 members.

Chenle had proposed the two of you paid them a visit to congratulate their world tour coming to an end. You appreciated how thoughtful Chenle was, though he didn’t showcase it very often.

He refused to let go of your hand all throughout the visit, moving it as if it was his own. You didn’t realize how often he talked with his hands until now. Or maybe he was playing up how expressive he could be around the older members.

“You’re holding him hostage, Chenle.” You made eye contact with Johnny, a blush quickly spreading from cheek to cheek. “But thank you for the visit, it means a lot. We just have some sleeping to do first.”

After the third instance you stopped keeping track of how often Chenle seemed to display his affection for you around others.

Being a temporary MC had its perks, especially when other units were promoting and you weren’t. You got to see Chenle more during the Candy promotions—something you were beyond ecstatic about. Their first win brought their first encore stage, where you and the Wayv members stayed behind. Chenle quickly found his way to you, offering his lollipop to you.

“You earned that Le.” He shook his head, bringing the candy to your lips as soon as he unwrapped it for you. You begrudgingly took it, blushing under the harsh lights on stage and the fans screaming louder in enthusiasm. “You do it on purpose, I just know it.”

“You just look too cute, you know—so flushed for nothing.” You tried pushing him away with your mic playfully, failing to do so. “Who am I if I’m not embarrassing my boyfriend?”

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Hi, can I request a fanfic with yangyang in which male reader and him are hiding their relationship from the other members but theyre really bad at it. like really. theyre kissing and cuddling whenever they think no one is watching, but there is always at least one person watching. and when they find out the others all know theyre so shocked.

discreet

Liu Yangyang x Male Reader

You and Yangyang learn the hard way how impossible it was to find privacy while being idols. More specifically—idols who were dating each other. Whether it was in the waiting rooms of Music Bank or Inkigayo, it seemed that everywhere you went, you were being watched.

You tried the Wayv dorms for a few weeks. Lounging around in Yangyang’s clothes and being overly affectionate with one another when you thought no one was around. Ten was the first member to spot the two of you sharing lazy kisses—he had walked out of his room for the first time in hours thinking he was home alone. He had managed to quietly grab a snack without attracting attention before settling himself by the table and scrolling endlessly on his phone. It wasn’t until the other members showed up when you and Yangyang finally found each other on opposite ends of the couch staring blankly at the tv. Ten had shared a knowing look with Kun.

Next were the 127 dorms. While neither of you were in the unit—Taeyong and the rest had welcomed you with open arms whenever you came around to hang out. Because their schedules were all over the place, you figured you and Yangyang could be couple-y without bothering anyone.

“It’s so quiet, it’s a little eerie. I miss the pets.” You smiled at Yangyang, moving a piece of hair out of his eye. He blushed a little—still not quite used to such an intimate move while out in the open. “You think they hide cameras in here?”

From the other side of the dorm, Haechan scoffed. Quickly realizing his mistake, he ducked, knowing the two of you wouldn’t be able to spot him from the couch no matter how hard you tried. That didn’t stop you from looking towards that direction—where the sound originally came from. Yangyang held you tighter, visibly spooked.

“That was weird. I guess they weren’t lying when they said that the 127 dorms are haunted.” You laughed a little to lighten the mood, basking in Yangyang’s warmth as long as you could.

You knew you couldn’t bother trying the Dream dorm, knowing that Mark and Haechan would find it suspicious that the two of you were hopping around from dorm to dorm. They were too perceptive for their own good. So—finally you tried the dorms with Sungchan and Shotaro. Realistically, it was the better option out of all of the dorms. They were busy with Nct Universe and preparing their debut with the rest of the rookies.

Yangyang pulled you into his lap, trying to get comfortable as the two of you sat on the floor. Usually on your rare days off the two of you enjoyed doing nothing but talking and catching up with the occasional display of affection. This time, you were trying your hardest to complete a puzzle on the floor. All the pieces were scattered—some several feet away from you from when you threw them out of frustration.

“Baby, there’s no way this is that difficult to you. Just find the corner pieces.” You couldn’t help but pout at Yangyang’s teasing. You tried freeing yourself from his grasp, but he was persistent. “Come on~ you know I love you no matter how much you suck at puzzles.”

“Ahem.” Sungchan had decided he had seen enough of the two of you being affectionate. He wiped off the fond smile, offering a poker face instead. Yangyang wasted no time in pushing you off of him in panic. Trying to look as normal as possible as he fiddled with the puzzle pieces near him. “Hi guys.”

You shoot a glare towards Yangyang, rubbing the arm you landed on when he pushed you. “Hi Sungchan… how long have you been standing there?”

“Oh I just got here.” Sungchan mentally applauded himself for being able to lie so smoothly. “Have fun with that, I think we’re missing a few pieces.” Yangyang let out a breath of relief when Sungchan turned to leave, wiping his forehead cartoonishly.

“That was close.”

It was one of those rare occasions where SM had planted all of the Nct members together in one room. You couldn’t help but look across the room towards Yangyang, admiring his wide smile and nose crinkle from afar. You wanted nothing but to just go up to him and hold his hand. Not that that kind of affection was rare in this group—in fact it was welcomed. You had never met another group that was so open to giving each other hugs and kisses on the cheek all the time. But you were afraid that you were going to slip up and just kiss him out of familiarity.

You pushed the feeling of longing away, tuning into whatever the staff were saying instead as a distraction.

When they finally departed to leave you all to your shenanigans you all dispersed. Finding members you were familiar with wasn’t hard. You enjoyed talking and spending time with them but all you wanted to do was talk to your lover.

You nodded along to whatever Jungwoo was saying, staring behind him towards the blonde that kept catching your eye. Jungwoo turned to see what was keeping you preoccupied, a smile tugging at his lips as he saw what it was.

“Go to your boyfriend.” You felt the blood drain from your face. How did he know. “What you think we all don’t know?” He put a hand on your shoulder, as if it were a silent apology. “Show of hands—” all eyes were on you and Jungwoo. You couldn’t help but feel small. “Who knows about (Y/n)-ah and Yangyang?”

The only two people not raising their hands were you and Yangyang. Shock was evident on your face as you turned to look at him again.

“You guys are so bad at hiding I thought it was common knowledge—”

“I thought they knew I was in the room with them when they started with their PDA—”

“It’s almost like they’re in their own world honestly, there isn’t one member that hasn’t been through their cuddling or kissing.” The comments felt never-ending, but you couldn’t help but feel a little relieved. You didn’t have to keep the not-so-secret-secret anymore.

[suhxin]

11:41 PM

You can’t help but lick your own lips as you gazed longingly at Jisung’s.

It should be illegal having lips as plump and inviting as his. You wanted so desperately to tell him to shut up—to drop whatever he was talking about and talk to you. To look at you. To see how badly you wanted him to put his long fingers to use by putting them in your hair as you kissed.

“Hello? Are you there?” Fuck. You had gotten caught. You shake your head, apologizing wordlessly as you swallowed hard.

“Sorry Ji, go on I’m listening.” He smirked a little, the overhead lighting catching a small glint in his dark eyes.

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Love Language

Jisung x Male reader

Achievement unlocked: New Love Language learned!

Jisung has never been an affectionate person.

He has never felt the need to reach a hand out to the people close to him as a way to show them he loves them. Hugs were okay, he knew this was a way that people felt loved—appreciated, even. He never really saw the big deal behind it. Until he met you.

Being the new baby of the group, you felt alienated. Everyone had their place in the group and yet there you were, tight lipped and silent. You heard from Sungchan and Shotaro that they were just thrown into the group, never really introduced to all of the members. You thought maybe they were exaggerating—but here you were. More than twenty pairs of eyes were on you as it was finally your turn to introduce yourself.

You dug your nails into your palm, blinking hard before bowing as low as you could to show your respect for the older members.

“H-hi.” You cleared your throat, feeling the heat build up in your cheeks. Finally deciding to look up from the floor, you make eye contact with Jisung. He gave you a small smile, one you could take as a pity smile—regardless you accepted it. The two of you had become acquainted the last few days; bonding over being the youngest members. Jisung would later admit he was a little jealous when they decided to add you to the group. “I’m (Y/n), I look forward to working with you guys. I’ll admit I’m a little nervous but I assure you I’ll be as neo as I can.”

You turned your head towards the chuckle you heard, surprised to see Taeyong behind the sudden noise.

“So formal. Relax a little, we’re going to love having you here.” You stared up in awe towards the leader. You’ve always admired him from afar but now he was here in the flesh. You closed your mouth, unaware of when you left it open in surprise in front of the—no—your group members.

Jisung leads the round of applause that follows your introduction and Taeyong’s welcome speech. You become flustered again, overwhelmed with all the attention on you. You wish you could just know everyone immediately and be friendly towards one another to skip the awkward phase. But alas, you were immediately thrown into getting to know everyone and listening eagerly as they over shared.

In the span of a few months, you and Jisung have become inseparable. That isn’t to say that you weren’t close to other members—in fact, you got along so well with the members, it felt like you were meant to be in the group. No matter how late you had joined. But it was different with Jisung.

It was late night conversations under a shared blanket and holding hands when either one of you got anxious. It was the aggressive butterflies in your stomach when you catch him staring at you almost hungrily. It was his head on your shoulder as he napped in the car in between schedules. It was the shared drinks—and the clothes—and the notes. It was the shared AirPods even though you both had a pair of your own.

“Can I be honest?” You turn your head towards Jisung, letting him know that he had your full undivided attention. “I hate physical affection.”

“Wha—”

“I hate it.” He peels his eyes away from you, moving his head to face the ceiling instead of towards you. He continues speaking, letting his thoughts flow out without a filter. “I didn’t see the appeal—or rather I didn’t feel the need to reassure people I liked them by giving them a hug or holding their hand. Even just a touch on the shoulder.” You were scared to hear where this was going—was he going to confess that he secretly hated you? “I hated it—until I met you.”

Jisung couldn’t help but always have skin-to-skin contact with you. It had become such a habit it felt weird when you weren’t in arms length. He found it odd that he always longed to reach out to you. To hold you. To hug you. To touch you. But he brushed it off.

“You make me want to reach out. It’s involuntary sometimes. I just do it because you’re like a magnet, (Y/n/n). You’re driving me half crazy trying to figure out what this is.” He’s rendered you speechless. You’re still facing him as he faces away, face hot with nerves. This time, you were the one reaching out towards him.

You used your left hand to grab his cheek and turn him towards you. Immediately your eyes fall to his lips. His eyes do the same. It was only a matter of time now.