#johnyong

[johnjaennie]

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[editsty]

Happy Birthday to Johnny 🐱🎂💚

[cumyongie]

Johnny: Dom or sub?

Taeyong: I guess Domino's, since I don't go to Subway that much. I don't see why you'd put them in the same category though?

Johnny: ...

Yuta: I'm gonna tell him.

Taeyong: ???

Jaehyun: Don't you fucking dare.

[pnkemoji]

Bfs

[arahabakix]

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[min-ji92]

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[ffl-johnmark-au]

TW: Homophobia, SA, sexism, age gap, death.

Ships??? Well...

JohnMark: The main characters, of course. They met in NCIT, when Johnny started working there as an English teacher after a few years since he lost his piano abilities —and his husband, who abruptly passed away—. Mark is a student, so they had not many significant interactions until Johnny became the Music Club teacher, where Mark is an acknowledged member. There is another tragic event that makes them come absentmindedly closer to each other. Little by little, they become friends and later, dubious feelings twist things between them. Johnny was 32 years old when he (really) met Mark, and Mark was 23.

JohnYong: They had the sweetest and happiest marriage in life. They met in college. Johnny had constant confrontations with his parents about his future and his true self, and Taeyong was a lifesaver for him and his inspiration to make his dreams come true. Not only Taeyong but his entire family made Johnny feel like he was finally at home. When Johnny announced that he was marrying Taeyong, he was despised and practically thrown out of his own family, but Taeyong and all his surroundings received him with all of the love he could never imagined. Unfortunately, Johnny and Taeyong's story, which started kind of early in time, ended in the same way when Taeyong had a cardiac arrest that took his life in 2015, when they both were 25 years old, only 2 years after their wedding.

Mark × Yoorim: They met when Mark's mother chose her as the perfect partner for his son, as he was too ‘shy and insecure’ about hanging out with someone. Mark really felt a kind of affection towards her, but Yoorim started treating him like a puppet, and he couldn't do anything about it. He was afraid to disappoint his mother telling her he was not interesed in Yoorim —or in any girl—, he tried to convince himself about his ‘male strength’ and ‘natural dominance’, just like his mother always taught him. Unfortunately, he didn't realized the seriousness of the matter until he suffered an attempted r*pe by his own girlfriend, who drugged him in an unknown bar. From that moment on, Mark only thought about how to end that relationship, although it caused him too many problems. Yoorim is 3 years older than Mark.

Donghyuck × Sungchan: Donghyuck had a crush at first sight with Sungchan, when he met him in the first class of the Music Club new semester. However, Donghyuck's recklessness is just a nope for Sungchan, who is very focused on succeeding and doing better than everyone else. Although at first he has a strong crush, over time Donghyuck realizes that Sungchan is not the type of person he needs by his side, plus he hates his best friend, Mark. Nevertheless, the opposite happens to Sungchan, who ends up falling for Donghyuck's charms and determination without even noticing. Donghyuck is 22 years old, while Sungchan is 21.

DoHyuck: Donghyuck just hates Dongyoung so much he doesn't even bother to pronounce his name correctly, giving him what would later become his official alias, ‘Doyoung’. Their relationship just starts very badly, because Donghyuck does not tolerate Doyoung's excessively formal and 'slubby' personality, and Doyoung hates how shameless and rude Donghyuck is. They are the definition of opposite poles, and it is what ends up pairing them in different activities. Donghyuck eventually finds out why Doyoung always acts so cautiously, and Doyoung ends up meeting new facets of Donghyuck. Doyoung is 4 years older than Donghyuck.

XiuYeol: They officially met in the ‘Lovingly, yours FEST’, a Valentine's Day music festival which invited Chanyeol's band, KING, to have a special performance. Minseok was part of the audience that night, as he went to the event with his younger brother and some friends. Chanyeol saw him in the crowds, Minseok's face was so familiar and yet so stunning that he couldn't help but staring at him while singing. Being respectively Johnny's friend and Mark's brother, it was about time to them to meet and get to know each other better, which would result in a slow-burn romance, as Minseok has commitment issues due to past experiences and low self-esteem. Also, Johnny and Mark's relationship does not have Minseok's approval, which leads to tense moments and arguments. Minseok is 32 years old, Chanyeol is 33.

ChenNing: They are good friends, but Chenle has developed feelings towards Yizhuo (aka ‘Yiyi’) and is constantly trying to send her some signals about that. Yiyi just seems unaware about her friend's romantic interest on her, but their relationship slowly grows deeper and stronger, until Chenle reaches the right moment to confess and gives their friendship a happy ending, so both of them give their romance an exciting start. Chenle is 22 years old, while Yizhuo is 20.

Ten × Solar: They met in college days, Ten was a Physicomathematics student and Yongsun a Business Administration student. She was on an academic exchange in Thailand. They fell in love so fast, but their relationship didn't go well from the very beginning. However, his marriage was arranged by Yongsun's family, who promised Ten a life full of luxuries and money that he could use to help his parents, who were in a precarious situation and yet, they made the effort to pay for such an expensive professional career. Ten accepted, thinking that things would be better for everyone. They got married as soon as they graduated and flew to South Korea, where they began their life as a couple. Sadly, this life was not a dream at all, since the strong and explosive personalities of both made a hell out of their coexistence. In the remaining crumbs of their marriage, something still brought them together, something beyond money and appearance, and they have a long way to go to discover what that is. They are 28 years old.

Suhyun × Dongwook: Mostly of the information about this couple is provided by Suhyun in conversations she has with Johnny, but their relationship is just known to be perfect and healthy. In some point of the story, they get married and have a beautiful wedding. Suhyun is 26 years old, Dongwook is 34.

YunGi: As the previous one, this is a background couple formed by Yunho and Mingi, and almost all the knowledge about it is provided by Yunho. He is just so in love with his boyfriend, who is very supportive towards Yunho's dreams and goals.

Only mentioned/implied: Jaemin × Jisung, Lisa × Rosé, Sehun × Suho.

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[johnny x taeyong]

The Spell That Binds by taeyongseo (35/35 | 201,775 | E)

It was not that Johnny and his friends had a penchant for getting into trouble. It was just that letting the Gryffindors win was not an option. And then there was Taeyong, top-of-the-class Taeyong, who always seemed to be around to watch them all with a disapproving frown. Getting a rise out of the Ravenclaw prefect was half the fun, really.

part 1 of Tales of the Tablespoon Universe

[ginpotts]

JOHNNY & TAEYONG and questionable fruity shenanigans 🤨 Concert VCR making & Stage Practice Behind

[soobstatic]

"Everything will be for you, Just trust in me"

Pairing: Dotae (Kim Doyoung x Lee Taeyong)

Word Count: 698 Words

Tags: Stablished Dotae. Side Johnjae. Past Jonhyong. Drabble.

A/N: Title from NU'EST "Trust Me". This might have slightly differences from the version posted in Twitter because I re-read it.

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"I just don't understand how can you be so comfortable with attending your ex's wedding" Doyoung almost whispered, he didn't want to be upset, he had never been! Johnny was a cool guy and he was the most important person in Taeyong's life outside his family, but he can't help it! Doyoung wasn't jealous, he just couldn't understand. Taeyong stared at him with soft eyes and cooed.

"Baby, some things in life aren't meant to be," Taeyong took Doyoung's hands between his, so gently and soft that Doyoung felt stupid for a second for feeling confused. "Johnny and I, we love each other, but not in that way. We never worked as a couple."

And Doyoung knew his husband was telling him all the truth, he knew the story. Taeyong and Johnny were friends since forever, they always had this aura around them that was almost magnetic, they dated for almost 3 years but they noticed they worked better as friends. Both loved each other so much that they know that being together was just jeopardizing not just their friendship, but themselves. So they broke up, in a really good breakup. Then, Taeyong met Doyoung and they fell in love.

"I know you love each other, but that's why it's so confusing to me" Doyoung confessed, looking at their interwined hands to avoid Taeyong's sharp and intense gaze.

"Doyoungie, love is not the only factor for people to stay together. Johnny is my best friend but you are the love of my life." Taeyong untangled their hands, cupping Doyoung's face now, to make him look at his eyes. "Now Johnny found the love of his life, and I share his happiness just as much as he shared mine when you and I got married."

Taeyong kissed Doyoung's pout quickly just to go back at staring at him, a little smile in his face and Doyoung could see all the stars in his hunsband's eyes. Taeyong always looked at him as if he had created the most beautiful things in the world.

Doyoung nodded, finally understanding.

"I love you so much," he said, without looking at Taeyong yet. And every time he started to think about how much Taeyong meant to him, he felt like the luckiest person alive. The urge to cry filled him for a moment, but it was okay, being overwhelmed by love will always be okay.

"And I love you more," Taeyong answered after a few seconds of silence. He was holding Doyoung's hands again. "You sure you want to go?"

"Yes baby, let's get ready." Doyoung confirmed, looking at his husband once again. Taeyong gave him a big smile and they both laughed, if they didn't get ready by now, they'd be late for Johnny's wedding.

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"OMG LOOK AT YOU TWO!!!" Taeyong screamed once Johnny and his new-brand husband approached their table, they were sitting with Johnny's brother, his boyfriend and a mutual friend of them. The wedding has been amazing, Doyoung even cried a little. Of course, Taeyong cried a lot.

Taeyong hugged Johnny, telling him his congratulations once again and then he proceed to hug Johnny's husband, who was still all smiles that showed his dimples. After a few seconds Taeyong called his name, and Doyoung stood up to meet his husband.

"I can finally introduce you too! baby, this is Jaehyun, Johnny's husband" Taeyong started, gesturing at Jaehyun with a little bit too much energy. Doyoung smiled at him.

"And Jae, this is Doyoung, Taeyongie's husband" Johnny said with a lot of joy in his voice. For a second, Doyoung couldn't believe that it was the first time he met Jaehyun but he had heard so much about him that he felt they could be really good friends if they had the chance. fuck the awkward introductions, Doyoung thought, and he opened his arms to hug Jaehyun, the groom accepted immediately.

It felt good, like meeting and old friend after a long time. And while he held Jaehyun into his arms he could heard how his husband told Johnny "Oh honey, look at where our lives have led!" and Johnny answering between laughs, "we are so lucky, Ty. We really are."

X

[nctstar]

1.

“Stop that.” He whispered against the skin of your neck. “You know he wouldn’t care.”

“That’s the problem. We need to do this properly.”

“You know why we can’t do that.”

pairing: johnyong x fem!reader (no romantic johnyong ship)

other members: none

word count: 3.7k

genre: romance, angst, with a side of smut

warnings: sexual content so minors please dni!! profanity, y/n has migraines (pretty severe!), semi-public sex, oral (fem receiving), cheating (? it's complicated), sleeping with your ex, some freaky kissing

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my (filthy) imagination. I don't know the nct members and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic. 

a/n: hi guys, i'm alive :D i've had a lot of ideas recently and a steamy johnyong drama was one of them, and then my eyes feasted upon acne studios event johnny and i finally got the push i needed to go through with writing it :) writing slump over we all cheered wooooo. also, ik it's kinda ~confusing~ rn. this is a series so just trust me okayyyy. also, i love making fic playlists and here's the one for this fic. if you picked up that this is loosely based on the 5SOS song blender pls marry me rn <3 nobody get's 5SOS like I do I swear :( pls hmu if you get me

You wouldn’t have noticed him at all, if it wasn’t for the way you watched Taeyong’s deep brown eyes flicker past you, shadows of stories passing by like it was nothing. You thought nothing of it, but your head turned, your body in tune with his more than you realised. And, just like a bad case of fate, there he was.

Johnny Suh.

He walked in like he owned the place, as he always did. His cocky demeanour hung off his body perfectly, like the oversized leather jacket he wore everywhere he went. His smile made the girl waiting on him eagerly blush, something that made you both angry and a little wistful. Your gaze lingered on far too long. And, as usual, like he always did, Taeyong pretended he didn’t notice. He always pretended, even when you were so far gone, he felt like he was pulling you out of quicksand.

“What colour looks better on me, jagiya?” Switching to Korean was your safety net, something sacred between only you and him, more intimate than the restless nights you spent tangled up in bed, Johnny’s presence a mere afterthought. You turned to Taeyong’s back, his slender body on display in the full-length mirror in front. You tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear as you both locked eyes through his reflection.

“Black.”

The seriousness, properness in the air was almost palpable, like you both were being watched, tested and graded. Not a single wrong movement, or breath. It was unbearable and at the same time, so tantalizing, like something could break the surface at any moment. Moving forward, you brought a hand up and over his shoulder, letting your fingers run over his collarbone. “Yeah. Definitely black.”

Taeyong kissed your hand, and you tried to remember when he took your hand in his. “I wanna show you a few more items. In there.” He cocked his head ever so slightly to the curtained fitting rooms, so subtle, meant to remain a secret between the two of you.

Not thinking about Johnny was like trying not to let the plague take over your body. He seeped through you like the truth, feeling right in every scenario. And in this moment, as you let Taeyong run his mouth down the valley of your breasts, your skin erupting in flames underneath his lips, you shut your eyes, and there was Johnny. Your feet on his toned calves, your hands around his thick cock. But when you opened your eyes, there was Taeyong, between your legs, right here, right now.

You clamped your mouth, moans threatening to spill out. “Oh god,” you whispered through your fingers. “R-right ther-haah…” Your thighs constricted around his head as he quickened his pace, both of your hands behind you to hold you upright.

“Hey, excuse me?”

Fuck.

It’s like someone had drawn the curtains back on you both in this compromising position. You moved away first, shoving yourself back on the complimentary bench you weren’t sure how many others had done unholy things on, Taeyong shortly after, watching your face redden with every passing second.

Johnny continued. “This one’s a little small, sweetheart. I run larger than that, you know?” You could almost see him winking at her, smiling that god-awful smile that made every woman melt like putty under his gaze. As if on cue, she giggled.

Fuck. Him.

“Come here, baby.” You spoke softly, both hands unhooking your bra as you kneeled in front of Taeyong, shuffling closer so your tits pressed again his torso, clad in a compression shirt. He groaned. “Fuck.” He grabbed your face, kissing you deeply and pushing you down to the floor.

Thirty minutes later, you were in the passenger seat, the days shopping in various sized bags in the back. You were both silent, the radio playing some obscure song neither of you knew. With the windows down, the air still felt hot and heavy, pressing onto your skin. You played with the strands of hair sticking to the back of your neck, squinting as Taeyong turned a corner and the blaze of the mid-afternoon sun poured into your eyes.

“I ended up getting both.”

“Hmm?” Condensation slipped inside your palm as you played with the cold water bottle next to the gear shift.

“Both of the caps.”

“You bought caps? You have so many at home.” The answer felt involuntary, combined with the frustration of the hot weather and lack of food since brunch. He frowned, and you immediately felt guilty. “Sorry, I mean like-“

“You said you liked the black one. You were right there.”

You felt a deep shame somewhere buried inside you as you mentally flicked back to the moments in the dressing room. The plague was making you really sick now, making you notice things you didn’t need at all, and throwing out memories of things that you really did. “R-right. Sorry, hon. Didn’t mean to snap. It’s just so hot today.” You meant to chuckle, to lighten the mood, but your body could not go through with it. Instead, the both of you sat in uncomfortable silence.

The silence stretched on for agonising miles, as it usually did. Nowadays, when you weren’t having dry, stationery conversations, you were exploring each other’s bodies like it was what you were supposed to do as a couple. Not out of passion, or lust. Just because. Your eyes kept drifting closed, the will to keep them open slipping further away from your grasp. You just wanted to be in bed…alone, slipping through the mattress and into the floor, deeper, and deeper.

You finally woke with a jolt at the sound of the door close. Your makeup felt far too heavy on the skin of your face, the ache in your feet now screaming at you. “Baby, wait.” The phrase disappeared into the air unheard, but you stepped out of the car, right in the face of a camera.

“_, _!”

Shit. How did they find us?

“Are you here alone? Who drove you here? Tell us a bit about the man in your car…” You admired the man’s insistence at his job. His passion, however intrusive and idiotic, was majorly inspiring at this phrase of your life.

Shut the fuck up, you wanted to say. You kept a stern face instead, hoping your eyes would communicate that instead. “No thanks.” You side-stepped him strategically, a new throbbing in the left side of your temple starting to grow. Fuck, not again. You tried to breathe, in, out, in, out, but the rhythm caught in your throat, your vision began to grow blurry, and you stumbled uncomfortably in your sneakers that now felt like they weighed tons.

“Ma’am? Are you alright?” You heard the man’s keys before his footsteps, the sound of his camera flashing as he approached. The light was blinding, and you dropped to your knees as the flashing sounds continued, like gunfire on a field of soldiers.  

Who the fuck still used bright-ass flash?

“Who the fuck still uses flash!” It was a yell, from maybe about 10 metres away, but the ringing in your ears fogged it up like it was underwater. You tried to focus on your breathing, but your heart didn’t care about your wellbeing, apparently, speeding up at the sound of his voice. “Get away from her, right now.” The voice, still foggy, felt closer to you, and you felt an arm around your middle pulling you gently upwards. He whispered, “Okay, sweetheart, let’s get you out of here.”

Your pain spiked at the thought of the busy, lighted McDonalds as you walked away from the man with the flash camera, somehow on the floor of the car park now. “It needs to be dark, and quiet. It won’t stop unless it is.”

Johnny made a noise of sympathy. “I know, I remember.”

You only then registered the tears, wet on the heavy-set makeup on your face. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes, a weird sense of guilt throbbing just as hard as your migraine deep in your gut. He was still walking you somewhere, and you just let him, no energy to care about anything other than the pain in your temples. He soothed you gently through whispers of something inaudible, but his breath felt warm and welcoming on your neck, and, despite it all, you were grateful for his presence.

“Go lie in the back, okay?” He shoved his jacket off as he spoke. “No cologne today. You can put it over your face. Don’t worry about anything.” You nodded, the familiar routine flooding back into you like water in on a dehydrated rock.   

Time passed like the way months pass in a busy year, and the next time you took a long, deep breath, you opened your eyes to the sensation of a firm, cold, king-sized bed. The room was dimly lit, enough so you could make out the outlines of the furniture in the room, but not bright enough to read anything if it was written on the walls. There was no lingering smell in the air, only the faint scent of your own shampoo, and no sound at all except the light ringing in your ears, much less strong than before. Your muscles relaxed like you were in a hot bath after a long day – safe, relaxed, nothing on your mind. You fell back asleep in seconds.

You woke what seemed like hours later. The room was significantly darker now, no more dusk light glowing from behind the curtains. The door was slightly ajar, and you registered voices this time coming from beyond.

“Why didn’t you just call me?”

“She was having a bad one. And, why would I have needed to call you?” You put on the slippers next to your bed without thinking, wrapping the robe you forgot you put on tight around your body. “You weren’t even there with her. What were you thinking?”

“Johnny, don’t. I stepped out to get something for her.”

“You should have known she would have the episode today. There are always signs.”

“You just said it was that asshole’s fault!”

You walked in the kitchen to see Johnny turned away, Taeyong at the end of the counter. When you met Taeyong’s eyes, you watched them widen as he stepped towards you. “Oh, honey.” You held him, his hand pressing the nape of your neck towards himself. “I was so worried. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you squeaked. As you pulled away, Taeyong pressed a kiss to your lips, pulling away to look into your eyes and stroke the sides of your face. “You look so tired, sweetie. I should have noticed.”

“Really, it’s fine, love.” You kissed him back, making awkward eye contact with Johnny towards the end. Shuffling awkwardly, you cleared your throat. “Um, we should get going.”

“No, you’re staying for dinner.” Johnny threw a towel over his shoulder in a way that was comical, almost making you laugh. You smiled, trying to ease the situation. “Johnny, really. I appreciate it, but-“

“There’s no way you both can drive all the way back to the apartment.” Your heart skipped as you heard him say the and not your. That one word gave you that illusion that time had stopped, and that the past 10 months had all been a dream, and you were still there, in the kitchen, pressed up against his body without a care.

You shook your head, willing the memories and coming back into reality all at the same time. “You can’t. You’ve just had your worst episode. No thanks to that grade A fucktard who doesn’t know how to use a camera in the 21st century.” He rolled his eyes. “Car trips will make you nauseous.”

“No! I mean,” you rubbed your head. “Me and Taeyong, we have this, um, this event…” You knew it was a weak argument, but you threw it out anyway. When you looked over at Taeyong, he was, of course, shaking his head. “I’m sure Jaehyun won’t mind. It’s the album release party.” He looked over to Johnny, who nodded politely.

“You can still go. Just drop me off at home.”

“Nonsense, _. You spend the night here.” You and Taeyong both looked at each other, you with an expression of clear distaste, and Taeyong with something a bit less than that. “I mean…didn’t you say you had a thing?”

“Yeah, I mean, she’s not a kid. She can stay by herself. Call us if you need anything. But she shouldn’t get into the car.” Taeyong hummed in agreement as Johnny walked towards the both of you, and you looked at the both of them incredulously. “Did you both just decide on plans without me?” You crossed your arms. “Unbelievable.” It came of surprisingly playful, making them both laugh, Johnny now sizing you up with his eyes like he always did. “You like the robe?”

“Y-yeah.” For a second you were too comfortable, looking right into Johnny’s eyes, wanting more than anything to be in his arms. Your body, your mind, this house…you were there, 10 months ago, back when it was all okay, it was right. Forgetting that Taeyong was right here, staring at you back, wishing you were here right now.

“You gonna be okay here, baby?” Taeyong brought your hands into his, pulling you close as Johnny walked away. You nodded, smiling up at him with passion in your heart for the first time in what felt like too long. The guilt started throbbing in your gut again, but you grabbed his face in your hands, kissing him deeply until you felt it ebbing away.

∞

“Shh. You need to be quiet. My niece is here.”

That was the sentence that rang like alarm bells in your brain. At first, your entire body tensed up, the unfamiliar surroundings making you confused. Memories of the day came back, and you relaxed a little, finally registering what was going on.

The sounds of a woman giggling and going shh in an exaggerated tone made you feel like someone threw all your emotions in a blender. Annoyance, confusion, anger, sadness, lust…it all swirled and mixed intentionally, blades cutting through each one at lightning speed.

Both of their bodies thumped upstairs, and it wasn’t long before she started moaning like a pornstar.

Your. Fucking. Niece. Is. Here??

You made a face of disgust at nobody as the noises continued. “If I was your niece, I would be reporting you to CPS.” You slammed back into bed, momentarily delighted that the painful throbs in your brain were gone far enough that you could throw yourself around easily. You pushed a pillow on top of your face, as if you were in a teen movie and you needed to throw a tantrum. At the third Oh, harder! girlish squeal that you heard, you were ready to go through with it.

Instead, your brain decided to flash through memories of yourself and Johnny. Back when you weren’t his fake niece, and instead the giggly drunk girl he would take upstairs to fuck the living daylights out of.

Fuck. Why am I thinking about this? You were stretching your arm uncomfortably out, too lazy to get out of bed to reach your phone, thinking about calling Taeyong to distract yourself or to come get you when the noises upstairs stopped.

“FUCK YOU!”

It was so loud it made you jump.

You heard the deep tenor of Johnny’s voice in the background, before her higher-pitched one cut through the air. “Fucking asshole!” You heard thumps of footsteps, much quicker and lighter than before, and sounds of zippers being pulled. When they stopped close to the door of your room, which was still slightly ajar, you kept thinking shit. There was no way you could pretend you were asleep this entire time anymore.

“Give me your fucking car keys. I’m leaving right now.”

“Look, I-“

“Do you even remember my name?” The small but significant silence that followed was so intentionally on point that you couldn’t help but snigger, covering your mouth with your palm to remain quiet.

When you heard the door slam, you lay properly in bed, still going with the plan that you were gonna pretend you somehow slept through that. As if like a badly-scripted TV show, the door to your room opened as you tried to tuck yourself in, not quick enough to avoid Johnny at the door.

“Oh, hey.” For some reason, everything was immediately extremely funny, and it was like trying to guide an elephant going estray, the way everything in you was trying not to burst out laughing.

“Sorry about the noise.”

“It’s fine.” You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I was awake anyway. Migraine’s pretty much gone.” You gestured awkwardly to your head, reaching out to grab your phone now properly. “I think Taeyong’s ready to pick me up now.” You turned the screen on as you said this, as if you just read texts from him. In reality, your phone was dry and empty, the lockscreen of you and Taeyong making a heart at the beach last summer glaring back at you in the dark. “I’ll be out of your hair soon.”

“No trouble.” He walked into the room, door now fully open. You crossed your legs on the bed, not knowing what to say or how to act, not knowing why he was now silently looking over the dresser in the room to your left.

“I said your name.”

Your blood froze, body reacting before your brain. You sputtered, “I, uh, what?”

He opened his mouth to reply, now fully turned towards you, but you brought a finger to your own lips. “That’s okay. Don’t need to explain, Johnny. I, just, why would you say that?” The last part refused to remain a thought in your heard, instead spilling out of you in words drenched in emotional blender soup.

“You just said you don’t need an explanation.”

“Ugh, Johnny,” you rubbed your temples, not because of an incoming migraine, but in a more dramatic, single mom in a bad murder mystery novel kind of way. “You always do this. You know what I mean.”

When you looked up, his eyes were softer than you thought. He looked…vulnerable, and lost. He had the other end of that string that you held onto as you slipped deeper into the quicksand, standing there, looking like only one who could pull you out.

He walked closer to you, and your body did not move away. He got close enough to sit on the edge of the bed, slouched over, and you dragged your legs over to sit next to him. “I’m your fucking niece?” You laughed easily now, and you watched his body vibrate as his body copied yours. “It was the only thing I could think of in the moment, okay?” His smile made your body feel electric, like you could conquer anything in that moment. And for a moment, you surrendered to the notion that it was exactly 10 months ago, on the precipice of the moment it all fell apart.

Why did you break up with me? You wanted so desperately to say, your voice coarse from screaming it in your mind for hours every day. But instead, you answered his measured attempts to keep a light conversation.

“You had any migraine this bad in a while?”

“No.” you shook your head, now tucking your legs in underneath you to lean on the bedframe, his body turning to face you as you did. “Been seeing a new physician. She’s much better.”

“Oh yeah? Finally dumped Dr Misogyny?”

“Uh huh. I figured I didn’t need someone who kept trying to convince me I was overreacting and being hysterical.”

“Mmm. Good on you, sweetheart.” Even though you knew how easily Johnny threw endearing terms around, your stomach still flipped violently at his reply, and you gulped.

“Taeyong’s been good too. He’s sleeping a lot better. Not working too late anymore.”

“That’s good.” Johnny readjusted on the bed, inching closer towards you. “He works way too hard. As do you.”

“Johnny…” Your voice ever so slightly caught in your throat, and it was noticeable enough for him to catch. You mentally cursed, but that’s when something in you went fuck it, and you went in straight for the kill.

“Why did you leave me…us?” Your voice shook, no matter how strongly you willed it not too, and the last word came out like a forbidden whisper.

He looked directly into your eyes, as if he was relieved that you asked him, like he’d been holding onto the response for the past 10 months. “I…I regretted it every single day.”

“Then you should have fucking told me.” You sucked in a breath. “You could have said anything to me, and I would have come running. I trust you, I…I love you.” Every breath felt painful as you let your confession hang in the air dangerously. “You know that.”

“I know, _.”

Before you could even let yourself process the moment, you leant over and kissed him. The guilt throbbing in your gut exploded like a small fire as it catches on to grow endlessly large and overwhelming. He grabbed your body, lifting you to rest on his lap, your kisses growing feverish with heat.

When you pulled away, you opened your eyes to come to your senses. “N-no, we shouldn’t.”

“Stop that.” He whispered against the skin of your neck. “You know he wouldn’t care.”

“That’s the problem. We need to do this properly.”

“You know why we can’t do that.”

“I don’t, Johnny. I don’t know why we can’t.” You began to argue with him, but he shut you up by hoisting your upper body further and further up, biting and sucking the skin down the base of your neck, collarbone, and between your breasts. Your arms latched onto his muscular shoulders as you rocked naturally on his lap. “God, fuck you, Johnny.” He chuckled against your clothed torso.

“Give me a second.” He pushed you gently backwards, rising up on his knees to let you watch as he pulled his shirt off with one hand. He fell on top of you in one fell swoop, kissing you between the cages of his muscular arms. His body rolled onto yours, making you gasp. “Johnny, I-“

“I know. Just let me. Okay?”

[johnjaennie]

johnyong reunion 🌹🐱 (but at what cost 🥲)

vc to Shine4John_0209 ❤️

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[banishams]

after.care

No auge da minha fluência em inglês, eu não sei se soletra aftercare ou after care.

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[honeymouthedtales]

when mk becomes king will he allow johnyong to be together🥺🥺🥺🥺

also imagine ty gets pregnant from the middle of the forest rendezvous yay for us but probs off with their heads for them

mark would definitely allow them assuming that they're both still alive eheheheh (just kidding, he really wants them to be together tho and it would also solve some internal tension in the kingdom)

[aeriaeri]

nct masterlist

click here for my reccomendations

cg!jaehyun winning a plushie for you at the arcade

sore loser — cg!haechan

various cg!neospa scenarios (ft. johnjae + doyoung)

[wip] cg!johnyong fic (requested)

[wip] cg!yuta fic (requested)

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