#taeil x yn

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

NCT Spooky Season [Day 19]

Turnip-o-Lantern

TW: None Genre: Romance, Comedy Pairing: Moon Taeil x Reader YN Pronouns: Not specified Word Count: 0.6K Prompt: “Did you know that jack-o-lanterns used to be made from turnips?”

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Notes: WE’RE ALMOST DONEEEEEE Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

Feedback is greatly appreciated!! Thank you for reading!

It wouldn't be the Halloween season without pumpkin carving, that much was certain. But little did you know how hard it was to come by them this late into October. You should've bought them earlier to avoid this but, here you were, pumpkinless in the city.

"I mean, it can't be so bad," Taeil shrugs, "we can do an alternative."

"You mean, like, a gourd?"

"No," Taeil shakes his head. "Did you know that jack-o-lanterns used to be made from turnips?"

"Taeil, baby, we're not using turnips."

"I already bought them."

"Well, if they're already here what can I do?" You laughed. "Okay, where there's a will there's a way, hand it over."

Needless to say, carving a turnip is insanely hard. Taeil was sure to get larger-than-normal turnips but even then just carving them out was a whole chore. But, with careful hands and precise movements, your turnip didn't look horrible.

"I'm just about done," you tied the twine around the turnip's leaves.

"What's the twine for?"

"Turnips can't exactly stand on their own, you know," you laughed. "Figured I'd hang it off of our porch or something."

"Oh, that would be cute!" Taeil puts the finishing touches on his turnip and turns it around to show you. "Look, it's you."

"Huh?!" You laughed again, seeing the silly face he'd carved onto it. You showed your turnip to him. "This is you then," you chuckled, pointing at the interesting proportions of the eyes.

"Aww, he's got my nose," Taeil laughs and ties the twine to his too. You follow him out and he ties his up on one of the wooden beams. "Here, hand me yours." You do so and he ties yours up next to his.

"I feel like we're forgetting something," you muttered.

"We forgot to buy candles."

"We forgot to buy candles," you repeated. "Time for another grocery store trip!"

"Maybe we'll find a small pumpkin this time too," he locks the door and catches up with you.

"Or, alternatively, more turnips."

"We'll be turnip carving pros by the end of the season," he points at the two swaying slightly.

"True! Maybe we'll be trendsetters too," you meant it as a joke.

Until you started noticing more turnips on the block as Halloween neared.

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[mingkist]

my friends as cakes! | nct 127 ver.

this is inspired by this! from @bluehwale, i found the fic so cute and funny so i decided to make an nct ver (for each units) i hope you like it!!

p. taglist: @italiekim @youngestdelacour @alanniys @dogsongy @mingiholic @miriamxsworld

[forgottenfourr]

brown sugar & hidden cafés ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

idol!gyuvin x male idol!reader

SYNOPSIS ✮ a company gave you the opportunity to finally live your dreams, but as a result, you had to leave the company you were at and your best friend. 2 years later you watch as he makes a name of his own on boys planet. the unrequited love you fought away for years coming back stronger than before.

OR!! two secretly gay kpop idols who have been madly in love with each other for years rekindle their friendship and fail to realize that their love wasn't (and still isn't) one-sided.

GENRE ✮ social media au, fluff, old friends to lovers, comedy, slight angst, sfw, pining, just silly guys being silly dudes

WARNINGS ✮ swearing, kys/kms jokes, death jokes, mental health jokes, etc.

INCLUDES ✮ all members of zerobaseone, xikers' hunter, 8turn's jaeyun, cha woongki, riize's anton, & nct's taeil

& all of boynextdoor except for jaehyun, yn face claim, as members of IONIC

PROFILES ༉‧₊˚. woongki fanclub i(c)onic zerhoes

TABLE OF CONTENTS! ༉‧₊˚.

01. beginning of ZEROBASE

02. co-hosts

03. icons & zerose!

04. missing something - written

05. emotional support

06. gyuv

07. you're a goner

08. a simple hi

09. saturday written

10. cover up

taglist is open!! ༉‧₊˚.

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: You’ve been on hiatus with Jaemin for a while now. Your daughter was born just over five months ago, and you can’t help but miss your fans. Pairing: Jaemin x fem!reader Tropes: idol au, established relationship au, parent au Genre: fluff Warning: pregnancy (not yn), Taeyong’s a bit anxious, body image issues, mentions of breastfeeding, mentions of Taeil’s injury Word Count: 2,334 Note: I know that SAMLFY has been over for 2 years, bUT I MISS THEM!! Happy blog anniversary! The female unit songs are æspa songs <3 (this takes place between epilogue 2 and 3) thank you to @anyamaris and @wooahaeproductions for beta reading this!!

Before You Interact

“Czennie!” Johnny calls out, “Did you have fun?”

You hear the roars of your fans from backstage. You’ve been on hiatus since your fourth month of pregnancy. Jaemin, of course, went on hiatus with you. He said the thought of you just sitting around your home by yourself drove him wild, knowing he could be helping you out. The two of you have been on hiatus for a full year. While you love relaxing at home with your husband and daughter, you miss seeing your members more often than once a week. The exception, of course, is your brother and Mark, who come over nearly every day.

You feel Jaemin lean his head onto your shoulder. His eyes are fixated on your five-month-old. Hoyeon happily makes babbling noises as if she’s having a full conversation with her father. Jaemin chuckles and responds to her whenever she pauses. You look away from the duo for a moment to see Doyeon resting on a nearby couch. She’s exhausted, and honestly, you can’t blame her. She’s seven months pregnant and very ready to be done sharing her body. You remember when you were tired of sharing and just wanted to hold your little girl in your arms. 

“You sure about this?” Taeyong asks softly.

“I’m sure. I’m not going to break at walking. Walking on the stage won’t induce my labor, I still have two more months; Sangha is safe, and so am I.” His fiancée chuckles, holding his hand in hers.

Taeyong turns his gaze toward you, Jaemin, and Hoyeon. His eyes twinkle when your daughter giggles at him.

“Are you two sure, too?”

You give him a soft smile, passing Hoyeon to Jaemin. Walking up to Taeyong, you give him a short hug and you can practically feel the nerves radiating off of him.

You pull away and give him that same soft but confident look. “We’ll be okay. We’ve posted a few photos with her and have security just in case. You’ve been so worried about us long before we had her. I promise everything will be okay.” You reassure.

Jaemin gets up and kisses your temple when he reaches you. He only adds small comments to help soothe Taeyong’s worries further. With Doyeon starting her final trimester, he’s become more worrisome than he was before. You know it’s all coming from a good place. You do wish he would relax a little bit, though.

Doyeon gets up and walks over to a stagehand. Your eyebrows furrow together not sure what she’s up to. Her left hand is resting on her belly. Her engagement ring glints in the lights of the room. The young man nods and walks away. When he returns, he has a handheld mic in his hand. Doyeon happily takes it from him. You swear Taeyong’s eyes go as wide as saucers. He doesn’t intervene, though. You both watch as she digs through her bag and finds a box you all know well. It’s her in-ears.

“What are you up to?” Taeyong finally asks.

“What does it look like?” Doyeon responds, fixing her in-ears. “The staff knows, the members don’t. I wanted to surprise them. I brought your in-ears, too, if you want them. Jaemin, y/n,  I may or may not have asked your manager to grab yours, too.” She tells you as if she’s speaking about the weather.

Jaemin gives you a look. You know it well. He knows you’re about to join your older friend in her plan. You smile at him brightly and kiss Hoyeon’s cheek. Skipping toward your manager, you hold your hand out. He already knows what you’re asking for, and a moment later, your in-ears are in your hand. You hear the very familiar tune of one of the female unit songs. You know that Chenguang is covering Doyeon’s part while Juliette is covering yours. You’re happy for her. You know she doesn’t get many lines, so to have her covering your parts makes you happy on her behalf.

Doyeon nudges you and nods toward the stage entrance, “You ready to scare the shit out of Rose when we walk on that stage?”

“I hope so.”

“You don’t need to feed Hoyeon before we go on?”

You shake your head, “I fed her a little bit ago.”

“Let’s do this.” She says with determination.

A small bubble of anxiety grows inside you. You haven’t been on a stage in a year. Your body definitely isn’t what it was before your pregnancy. Looking back at your husband, you search for some reassurance. He gives you a small smile, takes Hoyeon’s chubby hand, and makes her motion to cheer you on. That’s enough to quell your anxiety. You fix your in-ears one last time and link arms with Doyeon. Your older friend gives you a sweet smile before the two of you start walking. 

Once you arrive at the side of the stage, you stay hidden from the others. They’re currently performing Illusion. That’s a song neither you nor Doyeon are in any condition to perform. You went on hiatus a month after the album release, and Doyeon is far too pregnant to perform that choreography. Watching the girls perform only makes you want to jump right in and join them despite hardly remembering the choreo.

“I can feel the excitement radiating off of you.” Doyeon teases.

“I missed this.” You admit, “I’ve been off stage for too long.”

Doyeon scrunches her nose at you, “We both have. We were so used to the ‘go go go’ lifestyle that neither of us knew how to sit still for this long. I mean, look at me. I’m seven months pregnant and about to walk on stage.”

“You’re going to give Taeyong a heart attack, you know that?”

She giggles and nods, “We’re gonna wait for them to finish this up, and when it comes to our lines in ICU, we’ll walk out.”

You nod and watch as the rest of the members wrap up the song— your heart pounds in your chest. Your in-ears cancel out the sound of the audience; your member’s voices are clear in your ear along with the metronome as you hear Kaia belt out the last line. The lights fade out while they break out of formation to start walking around the stage for the second song. Yuki’s voice fills your ears as she starts singing the song’s first line. She’s crouched down, waving at fans as she sings. Kaia and Alice are playing around as they walk around the stage, also interacting with fans as they goof around. Chenguang, Rose, and Juliette are all wandering around, admiring the crowd as they wait for their turns to sing.

Your line grows closer, and you take a deep breath. You look over at Doyeon and see her reaching out for your hand and squeezing it tight before standing up. You start to sing before you and Doyeon are visible on the stage. Juliette jumps, not having expected to hear your voice. She whips around and sees you walking up to her with Doyeon in tow. Your member continues to sing as she walks toward you. She’s fighting back tears when she reaches out, and you take her hand. You sing your line with her. The others process what’s happened and rush over to the three of you. Chenguang practically throws herself into Doyeon’s arms as she lets her tears flow. Her lines are completely abandoned, and instead, Doyeon takes it up on herself to sing them. Yuki wraps her arm around your waist and walks around with you as she sings. Rose joins you and Yuki a moment later, wrapping her arm around your other side. Kaia and Alice stay by Doyeon. Your heavily pregnant friend likely doesn’t want to walk too much, and you can’t blame her. When the song wraps up, the eight of you meet up on the main stage and form a large group hug.

Again, the lights fade out. None of you move, though. Of course, the six members not on hiatus are in shock. Doyeon’s pregnancy hormones finally smacked her in the face, causing her to sob despite everyone else’s crying dwindling down to sniffles.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were–” Rose cuts off her own question.

“I had no part of this. It was all Doyeon. I found out right before walking onto this stage.” You chuckle.

The male members don’t take long to file on stage for the encore. Almost immediately, you get the air knocked out of you. Your twin brother practically body-slams you with a hug. He quietly asks if his niece is here; you nod subtly against his shoulder. You hear Johnny open up the encore song, Beautiful. You stay wrapped up in your brother’s arms. When you pull away, you feel a hand graze against your shoulders. You turn to see Mark smiling at you.

“Hey, stranger.” He jokes, “Having seen you in a bit.”

“You were at my house yesterday.” you chuckle.

“I mean on stage.” He adds.

You nod, “I missed this.”

You hear Doyeon singing just as beautifully as always despite the shortness of breath you know she’s been experiencing in the later months of her pregnancy. Starting to walk around, you meet the members on stage again, smiling brightly and playing around as you sing. You didn’t expect to hear Taeyong’s voice flood the speakers. You turn around and see him walking out, singing his verse of the song. He immediately gravitates toward his fiancée and bumps his head lightly against hers. You know that Jaemin likely won’t walk on stage. He wouldn’t leave Hoyeon with anyone, even your manager, for more than five minutes. As you watch the audience and your members, you feel yourself overcome with emotion. Small tears spring from your eyes, but you wipe them away.

The song ends, and Taeyong calls the twenty of you to the main stage. He practically screams out for czennies. He missed them just as much as you, Jaemin, and Doyeon did. He leads the group introduction, relieving Johnny of his temporary leader position for the time being. 

“Czennie!” Taeyong yells again, “I missed you all so much. I know our members have been doing amazing with Doyeon, Jaemin, y/n, and me on hiatus. With Taeil’s injury added, our members did such an incredible job tonight.”

You smile, watching him smile brightly at the audience while holding Doyeon close to him. The other members start doing their ending ments, and you chuckle lightly when Alice teases you and Doyeon for scaring everyone in the midst of performing. You stay quiet and allow the members to speak. You do wish that Taeil could be here as well, but you’d much rather he rest and heal instead.

“My turn?” You question, “Well, hello, everyone! It’s been far too long!” You stop and hear the fans’ cheers for you. “I’ve been trying to keep you all updated a bit on my social media, but being a mom is definitely a full-time job.” You giggle, “I’ve missed you all so much, and I know-”

You get cut off by the sound of babbling over the speaker. Twenty heads snap to the side stage. Jaemin is walking up with Hoyeon. She has sound-cancelling headphones over her small head to ensure her hearing is safe. Somehow, your manager overprepares for the things that may never happen. In this case, you’re very thankful he overprepared. You take your daughter from Jaemin and kiss her little face. Jaemin smiles sweetly at the pair of you.

“Czennie,” You speak into the mic, “Welcome our first NCT baby!”

Knowing some people would abuse the information, you don’t say her name. None of the members meant to be on hiatus are done up for the concert. Jaemin is in a black T-shirt with a light jacket over it and a pair of ripped jeans. Still, he looks devastatingly handsome. Hoyeon’s eyes are wide as she takes in the rather overstimulating surroundings. Her eyes fixate on you, then Jaemin. Suddenly, though, your daughter squirms in your hold and reaches out behind you. She sees her uncle. Donghyuck happily reaches out to her and steals her from your arms. 

The other members continue their ments as Hyuck busies himself, entertaining Hoyeon. Still, she squirms again, reaching out past him. Just behind him is an oblivious Jisung. He’s talking with fans quietly, but your daughter has her mind set on the youngest member. Xiaojun nudges Jisung and points toward your five-month-old. Awkwardly, Jisung takes her, fixing her headphones when they shift. She immediately tries to eat his mic, which is fixated in front of his mouth. The action results in a loud coo sounding through the arena. Yangyang busts out laughing when your baby interrupts Renjun’s ment.

Soon enough, Hoyeon turns her head around trying to find you again. You pull your phone just far enough out of your pocket to check the time. It’s time for her to be fed again. Jaemin glances over at you and has a silent conversation. He knows it’s time to go, too. You walk over to Jisung, who is still fighting to keep his clothes out of Hoyeon’s mouth, to retrieve your daughter. The youngest quickly passes her back to you. Taeyong seems to get the hint, and since all the members have done their closing ments, he leads the final bow. You carefully join, making sure to keep Hoyeon supported and safe. Both you and Jaemin step closer to the edge of the stage and wave to fans before exiting with the others. 

It’s been a while since you’ve been on stage, but you know you’ll never tire of it. For now, though, you’ll focus on your little one. When the time comes, you’ll return to the stage and continue where you left off.

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[rockstaryuta]

ASTEROID BLUES is a cowboy-bebop inspired, x afab! reader fic series that revolves around the futuristic misadventures of easygoing bounty hunter, ln yn.

──── ✈︎ asteroid blues ...

info. wanted posters are not full plot synopsis. for individual fic information, please click on the 'here' underneath each section. sfw fics will be posted on 00127AM, while all nsfw works will be posted on ROCKSTARYUTA.

soundtrack. tank! seatbelts young jesus logic kimidakenotenshi soul scream interlude: past to present nct u

living bounty to bounty, who's your first target?

WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE ──── ✈︎ sfw johnny suh ⌖ space cowboy ― fellow bounty hunter wanted for his ... unorthodox methods. the only problem? he's hunting you too. SESSION I. black dog serenade kim jungwoo ⌖ high roller ― wanted for a number of debts owed to some of the galaxy's most powerful syndicates. try not to get too distracted by that charm of his, or else you'll find yourself toeing the line between professional and personal. SESSION II. gateway shuffle huang guanheng ⌖ bartender ― wanted for the commodification and underground auction of information. secrets traded for a drink. watch your words and your glass. SESSION III. easy come, easy go lee donghyuck ⌖ con artist ― wanted for fraud, embezzlement, and that silver tongue of his that seems to constantly get him into trouble. or save him from it. whatever you do, just don't manage to become his next mark. SESSION IV. see you space cowgirl, someday, somewhere! liu yangyang ⌖ pilot ― wanted for illegal gambling and racing. in his world, the most important thing is staying one step ahead--so don't fall behind. SESSION V. boogie woogie feng shui zhong chenle ⌖ heir ― wanted for his outrageously large fortune tied to his namesake. he's playing a dangerous game in the galaxy's elite circles, so tread carefully, lest you become entangled with his high-stakes world. SESSION VI. honky tonk woman oh sion ⌖ journalist ― wanted for learning something he shouldn't have, wrong place, wrong time. whatever you do, don't underestimate him. after all, you know what they say, the pen is mightier than the sword. SESSION VII. stray dog strut maeda riku ⌖ thief ― wanted for his most audacious heist yet. a heist that involved stealing from the wrong person this time around. a person who wants the phantoms thief's head on a platter. be vigilant, or you might miss him before you even know he's there. SESSION VIII. see you space samurai click here if you have any further information about these fugitives

BOUNTY WORTH ₩2,500,000

WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE ──── ✈︎ ®️ nsfw moon taeil ⌖ ceo ― wanted for the enterprise he has built from the ground-up. it's a shame that the only way to get to him is to become his personal assistant. SESSION IX. you're gonna carry that weight lee taeyong ⌖ hacker ― wanted for the infiltration and theft of millions of megabytes from the 119 conglomerate. he probably knows where you are before you do. ever heard of a digital footprint? SESSION X. cowboy funk nakamoto yuta ⌖ hit man ― wanted for the assassination of the galaxy's most prominent politician. watch your back. in his line of work, you rarely see him until it's too late. SESSION XI. hard luck woman qian kun ⌖ igp officer ― wanted for arresting the son of one of the most notorious cartels in the galaxy. he's not very willing to roll over and be captured, certainly not when he's trying to arrest you. SESSION XII. waltz for venus kim doyoung ⌖ doctor ― wanted for preforming back room operations and illegal modifications. his medical expertise is only second to his ethical ambiguity. try not to lose a limb. SESSION XIII. ganymede elegy xiao dejun ⌖ entertainer ― wanted for his most recent scandal involving a heated affair with the igp chief's wife. one that was destined to end poorly from the start. the world is his stage, avoid getting caught in the spotlight. SESSION XIV. pierrot la fou mark lee ⌖ collector ― wanted for the prized artifact that lies deep within his vault. seems like your employer is willing to do anything to get their hands on it, including sending you to charm your way into stealing it. SESSION XV. brain scratch lee jeno ⌖ informant ― wanted for the dissemination of information regarding neo zone tech. hailed as a whistleblower, he's wanted galaxy-wide. just don't believe everything he says, or you might just find yourself amidst one of his rumors. SESSION XVI. sympathy for the devil click here if you have any further information about these fugitives

taglist. @evilsailorsenshi @222brainrot @firstdonutllamafarm @yangasm @sunflowerbebe07 @scinclaitnoir @hyuka-bby thank you for supporting me! ♡ ⤷ for those who are / are not on my general taglist : please let me know if you would like to be included on any of these fics taglist!

──── ✈ see you space cowboy ...

[neokwxn]

my nct recs

key - [🦁] oneshot, [🐯] headcannon, [🐻] reactions, [🐶] short series, [🦊] series, [🐱] smau series

nct

none yet !

nct 127

🐯dates with nct - @lemon-boy-stan

nct dream

🐯common phrases in relationship - @yongislong

wayv

none yet !

moon taeil

none yet !

johnny suh

none yet !

lee taeyong

none yet !

nakamoto yuta

none yet !

qian kun

none yet !

kim doyoung

none yet !

ten lee

none yet !

jung jaehyun

none yet !

dong sicheng

none yet !

kim jungwoo

none yet !

wong yukhei

none yet !

mark lee

none yet !

hendery wong

none yet !

xiao dejun

none yet !

huang renjun

🐱best friend - @yuitaru

synopsis: as your best friend, renjun's been putting his feelings for you on the back burner, but what happens when his friends think it's time for him to confess after a drunken confession?

genre: smau, idiots to lovers, crack, fluff, slight angst, slice of life, (barely) university!au, parallel universe (based in let's fall in love! universe)

warnings: lots of swearing, mentions/threats of violence, mentions of bodily fluids/functions, references to let's fall in love!, my broken humour

🐱crush culture [renjun x gn!reader ] - @suhnshinehaos

synopsis: yn has always flirted with huang renjun. but they do that with literally everyone else too, they couldn’t possibly be serious about pursuing him, right? on their final year of university, yn is determined to show that they are. with all the walls that renjun has built around himself, will they be strong enough to succeed in tearing them down

genre: university + student council au, fluff, angst, pining, humor, slice of life

warnings: swearing, food mentions, suggestive humor

lee jeno

🦁social casualty [jeno x f!reader] - @mayaflowerxs

synopsis: Jeno doesn’t understand why he has such strong feelings for you, but he does. He also doesn’t understand why you try so hard to be someone you’re not. And you, well you don’t want to become just another student at school, no. You want to stand out, to be someone’s option for once. Most specifically, Jeno’s option.

genre: fluff, humour, angst

warnings: Slight Smut at the end! swear word usage, break ups, rejection, self consciousness, ‘unrequited love’, friend zoned , Jeno is a love sick pup, reader is afraid of confrontation, misunderstandings and mean girl alert

lee donghyuck

🐶blood red [donghyuck x reader] - @neonacity [chap 1] [chap 2]

synopsis: You’re a forensic psychologist assigned to one of the country’s high-profile criminals. You want to unravel him, but he’s set on catching you in his web instead.

genre: thriller, smut [only in a scene], angst (?), fluff (if you squint?)

warnings: crimes, blood, weapons, toxic dynamics, psychological themes, personality disorder, mental health disorder, dissociative identity disorder, alcohol use, smut (protected sex, humping, intoxicated sex)

na jaemin

🦁nighted [reader x vampire!jaemin] - @neonacity

synopsis: no official one, but basically just follow reader through their life as a hunter (?)

warnings: blood, violence, mentions of weapons and death. Age gaps though there is no underage romance that happened, reader goes through different ages throughout the story.

liu yangyang

none yet !

osaki shotaro

none yet !

jung sungchan

none yet !

zhong chenle

none yet !

park jisung

none yet !

[cloudysvt]

time travel | nct 127 🥽 🍳

item description: yn discovers a fun new diversion and nct 127 pile on

ingredients: platonic!nct x reader, taeil x reader if you squint really hard, reader is 98! line, stupidity, tag games gone right?

thanks for your custom! a very quick sample today since we've been awol for a while, but please let us know any thoughts here and we'll see you soon for a restock!

have a great day! - management

(find out your words here!)

[slightlymore]

if I lose my mind

dream sorter haechan x dreamer fem reader

genre: fantasy/tim burton-esque??, romance, smut, angst!!, fluffy moments

warnings: nightmare content (tame), strong language, explicit sexual content [oral f, fingering, mutual masturbation, spit, cum play, dirty talk, manhandling, overstimulation, biting, hickey m]

other characters: taeyong and doyoung as yn’s friends; mark, chenle and taeil as haechan’s friends, jisung

words: 14.5k

you’ve never cared much for your dreams. they were always confusing nonsense you forgot in the morning. this until you started to have the same dream again and again and again: a lobby, pleasant elevator music in the background, many golden doors, a handsome young man welcoming you and asking where you wanted to go that night. his name was haechan and apparently you weren’t supposed to know that, let alone fall in love with him. 

______

Third time's a charm, they say, and the third time you had the same eerie dream of the same hotel lobby, even your careless ass had to ask yourself what the hell was going on. 

You’ve never thought much of your dreams - just a bunch of scenarios your brain was trying to get rid of information through. 

But lately, eyes still full of sleep after waking up in a cold sweat, you'd wonder what the hell you've been watching for your brain to create the same scenario again and again during the night. 

"And it's all purple," you recounted, telling your friend Taeyong the story of your recurring dream for the third time that week. "A hotel lobby and this little music in the background. It's not scary at all but it's weird. I've been dreaming of the same scene so many times in a row now."

"Yeah," he hummed as if seriously concerned. "Maybe it's class and the workload. It's been a bit stressful lately."

You were walking towards the university building not actually seeing where you put your feet. "Well, it's not like we're learning anything about hotels and purple," you replied then chuckled to yourself.

"Maybe you're falling asleep listening to specific music which translates into elevator tunes in your brain."

You sighed. "Maybe I should stop drinking Red Bulls."

"Anyway, the dreams will eventually stop," Taeyong assured you. 

You nodded, starting to feel a bit uneasy at Taeyong’s serious replies. You wanted him to perhaps laugh at your weird dreams with you. That way they would have become stupid laughing matter. Yet, Taeyong just made you more nervous. 

And, no matter how much he could assure you that the dreams will eventually stop, when you went to sleep that night you found yourself opening your eyes to that same damned hotel lobby. 

Same shit as every night. You scratched your eyebrow then huffed. Then you crossed your arms. 

Was it normal to be mad inside your dreams? Because you were mad. 

Wait, were you lucid dreaming? Because you were pretty aware that it was a dream. 

Your eyes scanned the already familiar room and you counted what you could remember: purple floors, purple walls, pink counter, green wall? Your eyebrows furrowed and you took a step forward. 

There was no green accent wall before. 

"Oh, this wall was added today so I can pop up better against it," a voice suddenly vibrated into the air and you jumped in place, an embarrassing sound coming from your chest. 

On your side was standing a man. He was looking at the wall as if analyzing it from your perspective. 

Then he looked at you. His eyes were dark and amused. 

You gulped. 

He was wearing a bellboy uniform, all purple, and his hair was an uncertain mix of curly pink. His pouty lips stretched in a smile and he walked behind the baby pink counter. 

"Like this," he explained, posing against the green wall, one hand on the hip as if to explain the eccentric colour choice of the place. It actually looked pretty well together, you found yourself thinking for a second. 

Then you shook your head. It felt like being in that Grand Budapest Hotel movie but directed by both Tim Burton and Hayao Miyazaki at the same time. 

"What the actual fuck is going on?" you asked when you found your voice. 

The man straightened his back while clearing his throat and he put his gloved hands on the counter in a proper pose. "Good night. This is the Dreaming Lobby. Where do you want to go this time?" he recited. 

You blinked at him then looked around as if a filming crew could come out any time soon to yell "hidden camera prank". 

But it was impossible. 

Because you were dreaming. Dreams were allowed to be weird, right?

"Who greets with good night?" you walked over trying to read the cards on the counter but they were all gibberish. 

You felt like a Sim. It was weird the man wasn’t talking in Simlish. 

Maybe he was. 

"This is a dream. Right?" you added. 

The man's customer service smile didn't leave his face. "It's night so I wish you a good night,” he explained. 

He didn't comment on the possibility of you being in a dream or not. 

"Well, that's what you say at the end of things. When you leave or when you put someone to sleep," you tried to reason with him. 

"At the end, when you leave, I say good morning."

You closed your eyes for a moment as if your head hurt. "What's this place?" 

"The Dreaming Lobby."

"Who are you?" 

The man hesitated for a second as if not expecting that question. "The Dream Sorter?" 

His voice sounded unsure. You’d think dream people were confident in their weirdness. 

You inhaled and exhaled slowly trying to oxygenate your brain. "So you sort dreams?" 

The man shook his head. "I sort you into dreams."

"So it's your fault I've been having this dream for the fourth time now?"

The bell boy's eyebrows furrowed and his customer service face disappeared.

"What do you mean?" His real voice was so different from the polite tune he put on that you shivered. 

You crossed your arms on your chest. "I keep dreaming of this purple lobby and this shit ass music in the background."

"You dream," the man gulped silently, "me too?" 

You eyed his adam apple move for a moment then your gaze went back to his face. He looked calm and panicked at the same time. 

"No. This is the first time seeing you," you replied, giving him a suspicious look. 

The other nodded soon after as if relieved. "This must have been some error on my part. You're not supposed to remember this place when you wake up. You won't dream of this again. I apologize,” he recited quickly, back to his trilly tone. 

"What do you mean remember? You're telling me every night I come to this place and I don't remember it when I wake up?" 

The man made a face as if regretting talking too much. But then his expression relaxed just as quickly. "Precisely."

"You know me?" 

The bell boy leaned on his elbows and put his face on his palms. 

His eyes were calm and soft like a cat’s. You were expecting to hear purring any time soon. 

"You always come in, look around with furrowed eyebrows and ask what this place is. Then you choose a door and you leave. Then again and again and again every night,” he explained. "You never ask me who I am, though," he mumbled to himself. 

"What?" you asked, not having heard him properly over your thoughts making you dizzy while trying to understand that damned dream. 

"No, it's okay. You'll forget about this anyway. Don't worry,” he waved one hand in front of his face. “I'll make sure you don't remember this place again. You'll only remember the dreams you actually have after you walk through those doors."

You looked at his polite face then at the doors he indicated. They were big golden doors, 3 on one side of the room and 3 on the other. 

"Which door is the waking up one?" 

The man pondered. "I don't know. You just need to choose and see where that takes you."

You gave him a last look, and with weak legs, you walked towards the closest one. 

The handle was cold and you took in just how huge and expensive they looked. You expected the door to be very heavy so you almost tripped when you pulled. A silent scream erupted from you and you felt like going blind because of the light. It engulfed you all and you woke up gasping in your bed. Your chest was shaking with your heavy breath and when you passed one hand on your face and you felt sweat. 

The man told you you'd forget that dream yet his perfect face was burned inside your eyelids. 

_________

As soon as your back disappeared behind the golden door, Haechan exhaled deeply, feeling his knees wobbly as every time he'd see you. 

But that was routine. 

This time something else happened. 

He passed one hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating too fast for his liking. His brain was working just as fast trying to make sense of that exchange.

Recurring dreams? Of course. It was possible if your subconscious needed that. Dreams after all were realities each person created for themselves. Not even him could tell what one would find behind one of those doors: a nice dream or a nightmare. 

But not once he'd heard of a Dreamer remembering the Lobby before. 

There could be only one reason why a Dreamer would remember it. But Haechan didn’t want to think about it. 

Lost in his thoughts he almost missed the ding of the elevator and your figure appearing again. 

What the hell were you doing back in the same night? 

Shit. 

He put his best smile on.

"Good night. This is the Dreaming Lobby. Where do you want to go this time?" 

He was used to faking it after all. That was the main training part. Act as if you see the Dreamer for the first time even if you've seen them every single night for years. He was a pro at it - being fake. Top of his class. He smugly accepted the trophy of being the best fake bitch. 

Your eyes scanned him and the surroundings as usual. 

Then your eyes locked and he could see the way you looked at him. 

Not as if seeing him for the first time like usual. 

"This can't fucking be," you whispered. 

Haechan's guts felt like dropping. 

"You said I'd stop remembering this," you walked the distance separating Haechan from you. 

Your voice sounded mad but Haechan learned to sense fear underneath that. 

He panicked, unsure if showing you how shocked he was as well or gaslighting you. 

Why were you remembering the Lobby? No. Fuck the Lobby. 

Why were you remembering him?

Then your eyes fell on his chest. 

"Haechan?" you read the little shiny tag. The man's eyes widened and he was quick to cover it with his hand. 

"How did you understand that?"

"You're asking me questions? I woke up in the middle of the night and I could remember everything and when I fell asleep again I ended up here again? And now I can read these too," you grabbed the pamphlets from the counter you couldn’t decipher before. 

Feeling tired? Just sleep.

Falling teeth, falling down, or just falling: the guide. 

Stop dreaming of going to school in underwear in 5 simple steps. 

"Choose a door, please."

Haechan's voice became suddenly low and very grave. 

You lifted your eyes from the papers to see his serious expression. 

"What?" 

"Choose a door and dream. You need to get out of here. Quick."

"Wait!" you tried to stop him but he was already walking around the counter and his hands were on your arms, urging you to walk towards a random golden door. 

"Wait a second-," you mumbled. 

He opened it and pushed you inside. 

Haechan's hands were trembling when he grabbed the phone and a lazy voice picked up. 

"What do you want?" 

"Listen, I hate hearing from you but I need help."

The man on the other side of the line groaned and Haechan could almost see the way Chenle rolled his eyes. "What? My Dreamer is about to come. I’m busy."

"My Dreamer remembered the Lobby. Four times."

"Shit," the other's tone changed. "I'll put you through with the Boss."

Haechan bit his lower lip. 

He didn't add that you were remembering him too.

__________

That morning you chose to not tell Taeyong everything about the crazy dreaming night you had. After that man, Haechan you remembered he was called, pushed you past a door, you had one of the worst nightmares of your life. 

"I was driving in the middle of nowhere and it was night. Perhaps raining too. And in front of me suddenly a figure appeared and I yelled and hit the brakes but instead of crashing I looked to the passenger seat and the figure was there and I yelled again and woke up," you told Taeyong only the last dream. 

"Fucking hell. You must indeed be very stressed. Maybe you were sleeping weirdly. If you're hot or if you had food close to when you go to bed it's common to have nightmares. If you sleep on your back too. You might even end up having sleep paralysis-"

"Okay, that's enough." You didn't want Taeyong to fuel your dreams even more with those scenarios. “How do you even know all of that stuff?”

"No lobby dream though? That's an improvement,” he ignored your question with a smile. 

You remained quiet. For some reason, you felt weird to share such vivid dreams with him. It sounded too crazy. 

Haechan said you would always end up there, in the Lobby, and he'd help you choose a door, or a dream. Meaning he allegedly saw you night after night while you used to forget everything in the morning. That up until now. Did something shift?

What dream could that be? Should you start seeing a therapist? 

The day ran quickly as you tried to not think of dreaming. Or the way the sun kept sliding away underneath the horizon making you dread the moment you'd have to go to bed and sleep. 

The thought of having another confusing encounter with the lobby man and a nightmare afterwards was terrifying. 

Not that he looked bad or scary or anything. He was a rather pleasant-looking man, even handsome. Hell, he was a dreamy man, pun intended. 

But the recurring dream was too confusing for you to enjoy any of its happenings. You had to understand what was going on first. 

You thought you could skip one night of sleep that night for your own sanity, but as soon as you put your head on the pillow the tiredness got the best of you. 

You opened your eyes to the sound of an elevator ding and its doors opening.

Usually, you’d already be in the Lobby. That night, though, you woke up in the elevator. The hue of purple and lime green came first through the doors sliding to the sides, before you actually saw that damned room. 

"Good night. This is the-

"You can cut it," you stopped Haechan from finishing his usual line. 

The man was at his usual spot behind the counter, his open lips frozen around the vowel. "Whatever you are doing, it's not working. I'm still remembering everything."

You walked towards him and eyed the pamphlets as if expecting something new to pop up but they were the same. Then you looked at his name tag - Haechan. Then you locked eyes with him. He closed his mouth. You furrowed your eyebrows analyzing his features. You had no idea if he had moles before or if that place birthed new details for you to notice every time. 

"I had the most terrifying nightmare last night," your tone was accusatory. 

"I am aware."

"You-," you stopped and took one step back. "What do you mean you are aware? Can you see my dreams?" 

Haechan hesitated. "Yes? I am a Dream Sorter."

"You see in my brain when I sleep?" you were dumbfounded. 

Then you became mortified just as quickly, your eyes losing focus as you realized: the list of wet dreams you've had before flashing before your eyes making you almost dizzy.

Haechan seemed to have understood what you were thinking about because he cleared his throat and looked elsewhere. 

"I am sorry I shoved you into a dream like that last night. Please choose one door by yourself calmly this time."

"Oh no, I am not going into one of those."

Haechan blinked at you. "What?" He visibly didn’t expect you to say that. 

You blinked back, lifting your chin as if daring him to push past one door again if he had the balls. 

"I am staying here." 

Haechan sighed as if to compose himself and he put on the little customer service smile you were growing to find annoying. "I am afraid you can't do that. You need to choose one door to have a dream or to wake up," he indicated both options with his palms like a scale. 

"Or," you stepped back, turning around the room as if about to explore, "I can hang out with you here until I understand what the hell is going on."

"Y/N," he said, dropping the fake smile and walking around the counter to get to you. 

Your name on his lips took you by surprise. 

"How do you know my name?" 

"I know everything about you," he cut it short. "Please, just go into dreams until I figure this out. It's dangerous for you to be here too long."

You looked him up and down. 

"Are you- what are you anyway?" 

He blinked, taken by surprise. "A man. I know I'm gorgeous and all but like-"

"No, I mean, are you real? A human?" 

Haechan scoffed once. "Unbelievable. Is this what you want to know? Touch me and see for yourself."

You lifted one hand but hesitated. The man grabbed it and gently pushed your palm against his chest. 

You gulped, eyes trained on the way your fingers could feel the fabric of his uniform and the heart beating underneath. His hand was warm and soft. A real human hand. 

Then you slid it up on his chest until reachin his jaw, feeling the very short stubble growing, and then you poked his cheek with one finger. 

Haechan closed the eye above the cheek you touched. 

"Are you done?"

You touched his hair. It was very fluffy and a bit damaged. 

"This is not your real colour."

"No shit Sherlock. Who comes out of the womb with faded pink hair?" 

"So you're a real human. Like a human from my real world."

Haechan bit his lower lip. "Classified information."

"Classified information my ass. If you explain this place maybe I can understand what's going on and help you too. Given your reaction, I understand that me remembering this place is causing you serious issues."

"Listen. I appreciate your help. But I can deal with this on my own. Please just go inside a dream."

"You're coming with me or I'm not going."

Haechan's eyes rounded. "What? You’re such a-" 

"You heard me. I'm not risking getting into a nightmare alone."

"I can't-," 

"Then I'll stay here. Forever. You’ll probably lose your job or whatever, right? Well, I don’t care."

"You're so fucking annoying," he shook his head and headed back to the counter to get something. It was a cellphone. 

"Uhm rude? You're literally a hotel bellboy and I'm apparently your customer."

"I think we're past that formality at this point," he turned around and opened his palms. "Well? Where to?" 

__________

You opened your eyes to a dark forest. It was cold and wet and you almost slipped as you took a step back. You hit a wall with your blades and you yelped turning around. 

"Calm down. You almost broke my nose with that hard-ass head you got."

It wasn't a wall. It was Haechan. 

You felt weak. Haechan was actually with you in your dream. 

"It worked!" you yelled. 

The man sighed at your excitement. 

"This means it's all real. You're actually a Dream Sorter. The Lobby is real. I'm lucid dreaming. Am I lucid dreaming right now? Or am I shifting? Is this shifting? Am I moving realities when I dream?" 

Haechan let you recite your anxious monologue for a moment, watching your face go through all sorts of emotions at the same time. 

"If this is lucid dreaming it means I can just create the dream I want to?" you kept going. 

He watched you close your eyes with hands clasped together under your chin as if praying and he scoffed. 

“Are you trying to create something right now?”

When you opened your eyes and looked around nothing changed. 

"It's more complicated than that. Let's go,” Haechan continued, seeing your disappointment. 

You looked at his back as he started to walk the dirt path in the forest and you noticed he had different clothes - dark jeans, a t-shirt and a leather jacket instead of the obnoxious purple uniform. 

"Where are we going?" you sprinted a bit to catch up with him. 

"I don't know. This is your dream."

Then you noticed his hair, a dark cold brown, longer in the back as to create a short mullet. 

"Why did you change appearance?" 

Haechan passed one hand through his fringe as if he didn’t know he didn’t have pink hair anymore. "You did this."

"I did? No, I didn't."

"It's your dream, baby. You did this all. Maybe you like bikers and brunettes better."

The thought of your subconscious being open to Haechan made you anxious. And that baby just added to it. 

“You also changed appearance,” he pointed out and you stopped in place. You were wearing a white thin sleeping gown like those creepy women in horror movies. You had no idea why that and not a cute outfit like Haechan. 

"Wow, you're literally walking inside the deepest parts of me right now," you reflected, starting to walk again and looking around the forest. 

"I'm honoured. There are many deep parts of you I'd like to be in but this one is also good."

You stopped in place. "Oh my God. You didn’t just say that."

Haechan chuckled at your expression and lifted his palms in front of himself. "Sorry. This is the personality you're giving me in your dream."

“That’s not true.”

“Unfortunately it is. I am whoever you want me to be right now.”

"You're fucking with me." 

"Not yet."

You ignored his smirk. "You're lying. This is probably just you being you. I can't possibly give you-," you indicated his whole being, "-all of this." You felt your whole face on fire. 

"Well, not consciously. You had so many dreams like this. Remember that dream of Taeyong wearing a choker and being on his knees begging-" 

"Shut the fuck up! That dream never happened!" 

Haechan laughed delightedly at your pointed finger. 

"I was so disturbed by that, what the hell. He's my friend. I don't like him like that."

The bell boy - well, now a biker for the time being - didn't reply. 

"Which means it's not me who creates dreams,” you continued your reflection. “They're just weird shit my brain creates randomly. Meaning you're not this way because I want to. It’s random. Case closed." You were satisfied with your brainstorm session. 

"It's okay if you want to see my ass in tight pants. Don't excuse yourself."

"Stop with this attitude! Also, that would be a plothole. I'm not dreaming of you. You're a person with me in my dream. You have autonomy."

You finished the debate then looked around. The forest starting to look even darker than before. A chill travelled down your spine and you rubbed your arms as if to soothe yourself. 

"What tells you I am a real person in your dream right now? Maybe I'm just a figment of your imagination," Haechan’s voice lowered. "You're dreaming after all,” he added. 

You tried to see his face but it was half-hidden in the darkness of the forest. 

"Haechan, don't scare me."

He turned around and you could see his eyes. He smiled.

"You're safe with me. But still, be careful. Don’t trust people in your dreams.”

That sounded like a warning. 

Then a trill made the forest shift. It sounded like a bird or something else you were sure you've heard before. 

Haechan looked around peacefully as if he was used to that, and then his eyes found yours again. 

"Time to wake up."

You furrowed your eyebrows and yelled as he suddenly pushed you but no sound came out of you. 

You woke up in your bed, head spinning and throat dry to the sound of your alarm. 

__________

Taeyong said you looked mad all day. And well, how could you not be after Haechan pushed you like that to wake you up? You were still feeling like falling although you were walking. 

When you were dreaming everything seemed so real that you wouldn't even question if that was reality or not. 

But when you were awake, walking around campus with your friends and having lunch under the shining sun, you kept calling yourself stupid for believing there was actually a place where a man was sorting you into dreams. 

And that man being the closest to an ideal man you’ve ever encountered. 

Of course, it had to be a dream. 

“Do you reckon day dreams are different from night dreams?” you asked after gulping your food. 

Taeyong and Doyoung were focusing on their own lunch. “Huh?” the second asked. 

“She’s been having weird dreams lately so she’s very into the topic,” Taeyong explained with a chuckle. 

“Oh, really? I don’t think there’s any difference between sleeping and dreaming during the day and doing that at night,” Doyoung commented. 

“We don’t reach REM during a nap though, do we? That’s the moment we have the most vivid dreams,” Taeyong questioned, gaining an impressed look from the other. “What? I took some classes about it.”

You whipped your phone to Google. Do we reach REM during naps? you typed. 

The results made your eyes widen. “We do it if it's longer than 90 minutes.” 

“Great. What do you need all this info for, though?” Doyoung had a sip of water. 

“I’m going to see if I dream the same things during the day outside of REM or not,” you mumbled quickly, standing and grabbing your stuff. 

The two men watched you a bit concerned. “Where are you going? We have afternoon class.” 

“I’m going to nap less than 90 minutes so I won't reach REM and hopefully I don’t dream at all or I dream something else for once,” you filled them in quickly leaving so fast to almost throw them away from their chairs. “It’s an experiment!”

You weren’t a big napper. Not because you didn’t want to but because you didn’t have the luxury of time as a college student. But that issue was bigger than anything. You had to understand what the hell those dreams meant before you could go insane. 

You enjoyed doing research for class and you decided to consider that situation just something to research. 

Does Haechan and the Lobby exist? If yes, how? If not, how, and why were you having the same lucid dreams again and again? 

The spot you chose for your nap wasn’t ideal but an empty class felt safer than a full one. You sighed, placing your head on your arms and closing your eyes after setting your alarm for 30 minutes, wondering if you were going to dream anything or if you were about to waste your time. 

But you didn’t have to wonder too long, because almost in the blink of an eye you inhaled deeply and the ding of the elevator entered your ears. 

Your eyes were still closed and you tried to feel your body. 

You felt very real. 

You begged all entities to just give you something else, anything else, besides that fucking Lobby. 

But when you opened your eyes slowly it was there. 

“Shit,” you mumbled. 

You stepped outside the elevator feeling your blood pressure go up. “Fuck,” you repeated. “This can’t be real.” 

It was the same place as ever. The purple walls and the green accent one. The golden doors, the pink counter. 

The only thing missing was Haechan. 

You looked at the pamphlets. How was it possible for you to dream the same writings again and again?

Looking around and seeing no sign of the Bellboy you walked around the counter taking his place. You eyed an old-style phone and some empty journals. You opened the drawers to see some snacks and a pair of white gloves. You took one to try it on. It fit you a bit loosely on the tips of the fingers. 

You sighed. Why wasn’t Haechan there? So it was a random dream afterwards? Or was he in the bathroom or something?

Then you looked behind you, trying to see if there were any other hidden doors when the phone rang and you jolted. 

You stared at it for a few seconds as if it were a poisonous snake. Ringing phones in horror movies and dreams weren’t lovely. 

But then you inhaled and got closer. It was a dream after all. 

You could wake up anytime. Right?

You picked it up and brought it to your ear, waiting. 

“Good afternoon, this is Mark from the Data sector. We’ve been notified that your Dreamer is dreaming right now. As it rarely happens during the day we were trying to check if you got notified of it too and had taken the position yet or not.” 

You felt your blood flow out of your body. 

“Hello? Can you hear me?” the voice, you understood was some man called Mark, spoke again. 

You brought one hand to your mouth so as to not make any noise. 

“Haechan?” he repeated. 

You put down the phone with a clang and you ran towards the first golden door you could see. The whiteness engulfed you all and you gasped, waking up in the classroom, your hair messy and dry mouth at the sound of your alarm. With trembling fingers, you tried to turn it off but for some reason, you couldn’t touch the phone screen well. 

Then you realized it was because you were wearing a white glove. 

__________

"Rule number fucking 1! No falling in love! Are you perhaps dumb?" 

Haechan stared at Taeil’s furrowed eyebrows and his index finger hitting the desk in front of him. 

As a Boss, he didn’t look intimidating at all. 

"Rules are meant to be broken,” Haechan replied simply just for the sake of it. 

"Say that again and I am spanking you."

Haechan lifted one eyebrow and opened his mouth to invite Taeil to go on. 

"Don't you dare,” was the reply. 

Haechan nodded once and zipped the imaginary zipper on his lips. 

Taeil scoffed. “You don’t want to be funny right now, I assure you.”

Haechan sighed. “I am not in love. That makes no sense. Something else must have happened.” 

“If a Dreamer remembers the Lobby and the Dream Sorter it means the Dream Sorter created some sort of connection with the Dreamer.”

Haechan listened to Taeil recite that while mimicking the words with his own mouth. He had to learn that by heart in school until he got sick. 

“Well, I didn’t,” Haechan replied. 

Taeil was his friend and that gave Haechan enough guts to act the way he wanted to. Unfortunately, their friendship also meant Taeil was an expert on Haechan shenanigans. 

Taeil crossed his arms on his chest and waited. 

“Okay, okay, listen. I am as shocked as you are, alright?” Haechan sat down in front of Taeil’s desk. “I have no clue what’s going on. Suddenly she came in and she could remember the Lobby then after a few nights she could remember me too. But I didn’t do anything, I swear.” 

Taeil didn’t comment. 

“I am doing my best! I haven’t been giving her any information. We don’t talk much. She's entering dreams. All good. I have things under control.” 

“I think we just need to give your another Dreamer-” 

“No!” 

“Aha!” Taeil got up with an accusatory smile. “Why not?” 

Haechan’s cheeks bloomed with dust of red. He got up as well. 

“If you don’t care about her, why do you care if you get another Dreamer or not?” Taeil went on. 

“I will fix this,” Haechan replied while touching his buzzing inner jacket pocket. “I promise. Just give me some time. But don’t give me another Dreamer.”

Taeil scoffed incredulously, hands on the hips. “What’s wrong?” he asked after seeing Haechan reading his texts. 

“She’s here in the middle of the afternoon,” he mumbled. 

Taeil’s fringe got a new wave from the sheer velocity of Haechan running away. 

_________

You had no idea who you could talk to about that whole issue. Even if you showed the glove to someone they’d still think you were slowly descending into madness. 

And you were feeling like that indeed. 

But you knew you had no damn glove on your hand before going to nap. 

The afternoon classes were forgotten as you stormed home, your mind busy only with dreams. Google had no answers for your questions and the fact that the afternoon nap gave you even more questions than answers drove you insane. 

But what could you do? It’s not like you could stop sleeping. You’d probably die. 

Turning around in your chair you almost didn't notice the ding of the elevator. 

You inhaled deeply. 

"Hey," Haechan was near the entrance that night as if waiting for you. He looked worried. 

"Hey," you stepped out, a sudden wave of anxiety washing over you too. 

Did he notice you came in the afternoon? You felt as if you got caught doing something you shouldn’t have. 

"Are you having a good day?" you tried to sound casual. "I mean, night."

You walked towards the counter as if bored, while your brain was busy trying to understand if it was a good idea to tell him that you woke up with a glove. You felt your throat dry. 

Then you realized he wasn't real anyway so there was no reason to feel anxious. 

When you turned around to speak, Haechan's hands were lifted in front of himself. One has a white glove. The other was bare. 

"Right! About that," you indicated his fingers with a fake chuckle. "Yeah, I took it by mistake this afternoon.”

He blinked as if the confirmation of his doubts still shocked him. 

"I have no idea how it happened but at this point, I'm probably just going insane," you chuckled again, with no amusement in your voice, looking a bit crazy indeed. 

"Y/N," Haechan said softly, taking a step further, but without touching you. 

You felt your cheeks getting warm with tears. You wiped them off fast as if they enraged you. 

"I just- don't understand anything and no one would believe me and I'm so exhausted all the time because I feel like I don't sleep well and my brain is all mush and during the day all I do is think of this damn lobby and you and I think I’m about to get real hysterical-" 

"Shh, it's okay," Haechan hesitated then patted your arm a bit. 

"No, it's fucking not. And I don't want to go into one of those doors and walk into a forest and have you push me awake like that ever again!" 

"It's a Friday," he said all of a sudden. 

"What?" you wiped your tears again, a bit annoyed at the interruption but also surprised. 

"You can sleep in. You have no alarms on the weekends,” he explained.

"And how do you know that?" 

"I told you I know everything about you. Let's find a nice dream, come."

You stared at Haechan's fingers grabbing your hand. His touch felt so nice that you wanted to hold onto it tighter. 

"What about the glove? How is that possible?" 

You let go of his hand. 

Haechan stopped. 

"I also-," you gulped. "I picked up a call,” you confessed. “They were saying your Dreamer was dreaming and they were asking you whether you were notified. This is no damn dream. This has to be reality."

The man sighed and turned around at your piercing gaze. "I can't tell you anything about it, Y/N. I am sorry."

He looked genuinely sad and apologetic. 

You felt new frustrating tears sting your eyes but you exhaled. “I just wish to forget this place.” Then you walked around him and got past a random golden door. 

__________

The forest this time was windy and rainy. You looked down at your body, the thin pyjamas soaked although you came in just a moment ago. 

"Fuck," you looked around for something. 

Then you pinched yourself like they do in the movies. 

Then you slapped your face. 

"Shit!" you soothed the cheek. 

That was a real slap. And unfortunately, you didn't wake up. 

A far away howling sound made your skin crawl so you just started to walk, trying to understand how to wake up alone. 

What kind of dream was that? Was it possible for you to not have one single peaceful dream? You really missed feeling refreshed in the morning. 

The howling got closer and you picked up the pace, your nude feet splashing in the dirt. Then the howling became a growl right behind you and you screamed, running as fast as you could. And when you reached a bottomless pit and your feet slipped, you could only turn around as you started to fall, your throat silent but sore because of the scream you couldn't hear. 

A tight hug engulfed your body as you fell.

"I'm here. I'm here. It's okay. You're okay. You're safe," the soft lullaby started to fill your ears and you felt your chest full. 

You slowly opened your eyes then your fingers gained sensitivity. They felt a thin material on a soft surface. 

A shirt. 

Then you felt the surface. 

A human back. 

Then you made sense of Haechan's body on top of you, his arms caging your head and yours hugging his torso. 

"You're okay," he kept saying, eyes searching for yours. 

His hair was a warm brown and his skin looked even more glowy than usual. Then you noticed the shining sun in the sky behind him and the flowers you were lying down between. 

"What?" you finally spoke. 

"Everything is fine," his voice sounded soft. 

"Where are we?" 

Haechan sighed and rolled over. It looked like he fell with you while trying to grab you. 

"This is-,” he hesitated, “-my dream," he finally said. 

You sat up. "What?"

Haechan passed one hand in his hair. His white summer shirt was open on his chest and although he was lying on grass it kept looking pristine. 

"This is my dream. I took you in my dream," he said again. 

You felt your brain hurt. "This can't be your dream. I am the one dreaming. You're in my dream."

"We're both dreaming."

"You can't be dreaming! You're not real!" you were on your feet, hands thrown around as if about to yell. 

Haechan stood up as well. You locked eyes. His were black like carbons. 

"Right? You're not real," your voice was becoming a little whine. 

He looked away while standing and dusting his black slacks. 

"What is this place? How is this possible? You have to explain now, Haechan. This is not funny anymore. I haven’t heard of dreams like these before.”

“Can’t you just trust me on this? Dreams are not something to understand with your logical mind. Just let go. I know you want to understand but nothing good will come out of it. Just-” he interrupted himself, “-just dream, please.”

You wrapped your body with your arms and sighed, looking around. 

You didn’t know what to add. 

“You keep having the forest nightmare because you’re confused.” 

“Of course I am confused. Wouldn’t you be?” 

The place was silent but peaceful. The greenery was luscious and the flowers looked like infinite dots on those hills. 

A soft breeze made Haechan’s fringe gently wave on his forehead. 

You bit your lower lip after calming a bit. “You look like Howl. That’s one of my favourite movies.” 

His eyebrows furrowed and he looked down to eye his clothes as if he didn’t realize what he had on until that moment. Then he looked up to try and see his hair. 

“Do you know who he is?” you asked. 

“Yes, and this is still not my doing.”

“Well, you said this is your dream. This time it has to be you,” you shrugged and touched one flower to your side. 

The place was so peaceful that your anger about the situation was diminishing. It wasn’t fair to take it on Haechan although he was keeping stuff away from you. 

“I think it’s a mix of me and you.” 

You looked back at him. “I did the place and you did the rest,” he added. 

“Just tell me one thing. If you’re dreaming, it means you can wake up, right?” 

Haechan bit his lower lip. “Maybe.”

You exhaled. “Okay. That’s the only thing I had to know. Won’t ask other questions.” 

__________

Haechan couldn’t talk about that situation with anyone else. He caressed the only white glove that remained in the drawer with a mix of worry and excitement. Then he rested his hands on the counter and closed his eyes. 

"Forgive me my weakness,” he mumbled to himself like a prayer. He had no idea who he was addressing to. 

It was his fault. All of it. He was aware but couldn’t find the guilt in himself. 

You were there, remembering him. 

He has always dreamt of that, pun included. 

But then he saw your expression that night and he wavered in his choice and delight. 

And when you started to cry he felt sick. Of himself. 

Would you forgive him if he told you it was all his fault you were in that situation?

“I just wish to forget this place,” you said and he felt his chest physically hurt. 

He was the only one dying to see you night after night. After all, you didn’t know him and you were probably tired of seeing his face. He could tell that you were exhausted. 

He let the heavy air out of his lungs and he was ready to grab the phone and ask to meet Taeil again. Perhaps having another Dreamer would be the right choice. He was holding onto you because of his selfish feelings, after all, causing your pain and confusion. 

But then you screamed his name, his name out of all names that you could choose from. 

His body has never moved faster. 

“Haechan!” it was clear and loud, your arms extended towards him as your body fell into the dark pit. 

He didn’t think twice. 

Your body felt soft between his arms and he let that sensation as well as your scent guide the reality in its creation. 

"I'm here. I'm here. It's okay. You're okay. You're safe.” 

Your eyes opened and they looked so full of his image that he gulped. 

No one looked at him like that before.

“You’re okay.”

"What?" you finally spoke. 

Your hands palming his back made his skin shiver.

"Everything is fine,” he repeated.

"Where are we?" 

He had to roll over before leaning down and just kissing you.

"This is my dream," he said. 

Fuck. That wasn’t his dream. That was just his reality. He took you outside. 

If anyone discovered that he was dead. 

You sat up. "What?" You looked shocked. 

"This is my dream. I took you in my dream," he said again, trying to not show the tremble in his voice. 

"This can't be your dream. I am the one dreaming. You're in my dream."

"We're both dreaming right now."

"You can't be dreaming! You're not real!" you were on your feet, hands thrown around as if about to yell. 

Haechan stood up as well. You locked eyes. 

I am real. I am here and real. And madly in love with you. 

"Right? You're not real," your voice was becoming a little whine. 

Haechan had to look away. 

"What is this place? How is this possible? You have to explain now, Haechan."

His brain was hurting. He wanted to yell as well. It was frustrating. 

“Can’t you just trust me on this? Dreams are not something to understand with your logical mind. Just let go. I know you want to understand but nothing good will come out of it. Just-” he interrupted himself, “-just dream, please.”

You wrapped your body with your arms and sighed, looking around. He wanted to hold you.

“You keep having the forest nightmare because you’re confused,” Haechan tried to give you the little information he could give. 

“Of course I am confused. Wouldn’t you be?” 

He was confused as well. 

“Do you actually want to forget all of this? I can fix this. I can make you forget the Lobby and my existence. I can do that for you,” he was about to say but you talked before he could. 

“You look like Howl. That’s one of my favourite movies” 

Your expression was more peaceful and you were looking at his clothes. You’d always have that expression after a nightmare, he recounted although you couldn’t remember yourself: the face of someone scared but willing to show they’re tough through lightheartedness. His eyebrows furrowed and he looked down to eye his clothes as if he didn’t realize what he had on until that moment. Then he looked up to try and see his hair. 

“Do you know who he is?”

“Yes, and this is still not my doing.” 

“Well, you said this is your dream. It has to be you this time,” you shrugged and touched one flower to your side. 

“I think it’s a mix of me and you.” 

Could that be possible? Haechan tried to remember all the manuals he had to memorize. 

You looked back at him as if waiting for more information. “I did the place and you did the rest,” he added. 

He couldn’t tell you that was his reality - that all dreams people had were just his normal world. 

Your eyes grew heavy again and Haechan waited. 

“Just tell me one thing. If you’re dreaming, it means you can wake up.” 

The silent implication was almost physical between you two: meaning he was real, meaning he was a real person asleep somewhere and dreaming just like you. 

He wasn’t. 

Not the way you meant it anyway. 

But he was real for himself. And you were the dream for him. 

Haechan bit his lower lip. “Maybe.” 

You exhaled. “Okay. That’s the only thing I had to know. Won’t ask other questions.” 

Then you turned around and started to walk in the flower field. 

Haechan hesitated for a second then followed you. 

The white clouds were huge and fluffy above you and the breeze was perfect. 

You turned around all of a sudden, hands behind your back. 

“How do you know I am real?” you asked. 

Haechan asked himself that question often. They were all assured that Dreamers were real beings, some sort of gods with the power of creation, but how can any of them prove it? Where did these people come from? Why did they need a Dream Sorter? Haechan had no idea. 

“I don’t know,” Haechan simply replied. 

He started to work as a Dream Sorter to try and figure out all the secrets of his world in the first place. He still hasn’t figured out anything. 

You stopped walking. “Well, I know I am real. Although this place is not.” 

“I know that much too.” 

“How are you both a real person and a Dream Sorter? Who sorts your dreams then?” 

Haechan chuckled once. “I guess you do.”

Your expression faltered and your body suddenly became more transparent. You exchanged a last look before you woke up, leaving Haechan alone in his flower field. 

__________

You do. You do. You do.

Haechan's voice rang in your ear for a while after you woke up. You rested your forehead on your palm for a moment. 

Nothing made sense. 

Then you looked around your sunlit room. 

For the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel exhausted. That was actually a lovely dream and you could almost feel Haechans arms still around your waist.

You inhaled and exhaled slowly. Then you noticed the white glove on your nightstand. 

You took it and for some reason, you brought it to your face. The fabric that used to touch his wrist had his scent. It engulfed you before just as the way he wrapped your body in his arms. 

You could remember it clearly. 

“Fuck,” you fell back on the bed, hitting the pillow with your head. 

__________

Haechan slowly sat down at the table. On his right Chenle sat down as well and sighed, trying to place his food down the way he felt was the most optimal for consumption. 

“Fucking hell. This dude has had only nightmares lately. I’ve almost died.” He was talking about his Dreamer, a boy that went by the name of Jisung. He was famous for forcing the weirdest realities upon the Dream Sorters and he had to change a bunch of them until Chenle said he could handle it. 

Chenle bit on his apple before noticing Haechan’s empty expression. Other Dream Sorters started to gather as well, the gentle murmur filling the hall for breakfast. 

“What’s wrong with you? Is your Dreamer still remembering the Lobby? I thought Taeil would force you to change them.” 

Haechan tilted his head to the side without replying.

Chenle shrugged as if he had no force to deal with nostalgic people that day. 

“Do you think Dreamers are real people?” Haechan asked after a moment. 

“Who the hell cares? They’re making our world possible and if it’s not them doing that, who the hell cares anyway?” 

“I do if I’m asking, you rude ass-” 

“Listen, I’m not your friend or anything-” Chenle started and Haechan scoffed at the lie, “but if you’re falling in love with your Dreamer I suggest you change Dreamer or change job. I think that’s your issue.”

Chenle finished and Haechan’s smile died. 

The following night Haechan was behind the counter in his purple uniform. He was postponing any real change to that situation. 

Living the day. 

Reality was that he was too scared to lose you so he delayed the parting moment as much as possible. 

You gave him a little smile as you walked the distance. He smiled back a bit surprised at your good mood. 

“Here as always. How are you doing tonight?” you asked. 

Haechan let his eyes fall on the new pyjama set you were wearing. You gulped looking elsewhere. You had no idea why you felt the urge to buy a new one but for some reason, you wanted to look cute for once. 

“I am doing good. How are you?” 

“I was thinking-”

“As usual,” Haechan commented.

You ignored him. “-and I’ve decided I will just make the most out of this dreaming situation.” 

Your chin was lifted and Haechan chuckled once at your fake confidence. “Sounds great.” 

“Only if you first tell me what you mean with me sorting your dreams. I woke up before you could explain.” 

Haechan sighed. He thought about that all day. “I was lying.” 

Your face fell.

“No! I mean, I wasn’t really. But,” he sighed and walked around the counter. 

It was already too late to keep any more secrets and he was so exhausted himself. It wasn’t in his nature to deny himself anything and he has been denying himself your touch for too long. 

“I am a real person in my perspective. And for me, you are not a real person. Just like you must be a real person in your perspective and I am not.”

You blinked at him. 

Haechan sighed again at your confused expression and crossed his arms on his chest, leaning against the counter as if thinking of other ways to explain that. 

“In my world, you people are some sort of gods. You create our reality and we live in it. Dream Sorters are a bunch of people like me that are assigned to make sure things don’t go to shit. We destroy crazy nightmares so we don’t have to live in them and we keep the good ones, the fun ones. Let’s say I am working for the government from your perspective.”

You felt your eyebrows furrow. “Oh. I thought I was a bellgirl in some hotel as well pushing you past golden doors and I had no idea.” 

Haechan chuckled once. 

“There are many jobs in my world and I happen to do this. We learn how to work with you and we need to keep the secret of your dreams being just our world,” Haechan felt safe to add. 

“Your world. Because we don’t share the same.”

“Not that I am aware of.” 

“What other jobs does your world have?” you asked. 

You were taking the situation better than he expected. This only if you weren’t just so shocked that the reality of events still had to hit you. 

Haechan thought about it. “Creating colours.” 

You laughed waiting for the eventual “I am fucking with you” line but Haechan looked serious. 

“Creating colours? Really? What does that even mean?” 

Haechan chuckled with you trying to understand your perspective. “Just, making colours.” 

“Okay, this conversation is really dream-worthy but I will believe you even if it sounds insane,” you turned towards the doors with a sigh. 

“Where do you want to go?” he asked, seeing you pondering over the doors.

You hummed. “I want to have fun. Also,” you showed him your gloved hand. “I brought this back.” 

Haechan looked at your fingers and at the way you gently slid the material off. He held onto that glove for a second then looked up at you. 

You were extending your hand. 

He hesitated then held onto it, slowly letting his fingers between yours. 

“Is it okay if you come with me again? What is your boss saying?” 

“He doesn’t have to know,” he whispered and you bit your lip. 

Then you looked away and you walked towards a random room, dragging Haechan with you. 

Then you opened it. It felt heavier that usual and when you finally pulled enough, you gasped, feeling your chest hit by something. 

When you opened your eyes you realized it was the sheer volume of a bass hitting your body again and again, rhythmically. 

The dark place was full of people, all dancing as a single wave under the strobing lights. 

You felt your heels sting and you noticed you were wearing heels. Behind you, Haechan placed his hand on your waist to guide you in the crowd. Then you faced him when you found an empty spot. 

He leaned towards your ear and you heard his “Nice dream. I’ll keep this one for ourselves.” 

You smiled. 

“I wonder how you made me look tonight,” he added. 

He straightened his back for you to admire, and you took in the hair pushed back and the sharp jaw. 

“I guess I’m very hot,” Haechan lifted one corner of his mouth at your dreamy expression. His eyelids were droopy and his collarbones were too much on display in the outfit you presumably subconsciously chose for him. 

You cleared your throat and looked away. 

Some people passed by you and Haechan pulled you towards himself, hands sliding even more on your body. “Careful,” he said, or yelled, in your ear again. You felt your breath shake and stop as you inhaled the cologne on his neck. 

You were starting to get too used to it. 

Your hands imitated his touch and you slid them upward his arms to reach his neck in an attempt to dance. The music was overwhelming but you couldn’t make sense of its rhythm, although the lyrics were loud and clear. 

“I wonder, I wonder about the end, Closer, A little closer, I dream, I’m in my big dream, Closer, A little closer.”

You felt intoxicated and confused. 

The lights, the music, his touch, his scent, the warmth of his skin. Drunk and dazy just like dreams could make you, you leaned in and placed a kiss on his throat, right on top of his moles. 

Haechan’s fingers shifted on your back and you saw his eyelids flutter at the sensation from the corner of your eyes. 

You liked that reaction, so you kissed his neck again, going up, reaching his jaw, moaning into his lips as he pressed his hand on your nape, pulling you closer.

The kiss felt messy and needy, and you bit his lower lip and he sucked on yours.

Your dress straps fell down your arm and he pressed one soft kiss to your nude shoulder. Then another one and another one, peppering soft wet kisses all over your chest. You let your head fall back, tangling your hands in his hair. 

The music’s beat was as quick as your heart and when you looked Haechan in the eyes they seemed so dark and lustful that you gulped. 

“Take me elsewhere,” you mouthed and he presumably understood, or maybe not because he just grabbed your chin to kiss you again, this time slower, sliding his tongue inside of your mouth. 

And when you couldn’t breathe anymore and gasped, breaking that intoxicating kiss,  you realized the music stopped, replaced by the sound of heavy rain hitting the glass. 

You were in Haechan’s lap, tightly straddling his thighs, and he was staring at you, back flush against the headboard of a luscious bed. Then you made sense of his palms, gently moving up and down your hips. 

“Where are we?” 

“Elsewhere,” he simply replied. 

The room was dark with the edges looking like an incomplete painting. On your left, half of the wall was just a tall window, separating you both from a huge storm. 

“Elsewhere where?” 

Haechan’s lips turned into a smile. “You want me to check the coordinates?”

Your eyes lightened up. “Really? You can?” 

He scoffed and pulled you towards him. You grunted at the sudden kiss and he moved your hips to sit more comfortably. 

You gulped, a single ‘oh’ escaping your lips like a whine as you felt yourself rub on his hard cock once. 

“Yeah?” Haechan looked at you from under his eyelids. 

“I’ve never had a wet dream like this before,” you mumbled, foreheads touching as you looked at each other’s lips, your breaths heavy. 

“There’s always a first time.” 

“Is it okay if I fuck my own Dream Sorter?” 

“Do you care?” 

“I care about you,” you exhaled and Haechan closed his eyes for a second as if savouring that line. “Is this going to cause you any problem?” you continued. 

“You’re still as rational as ever. Just give in.”

“What if you’re one of those incubus demons and you’ve just been tricking me all of this time?”

Haechan smiled again at your fantasy. “Does it matter?” 

“Well-,” you tried to keep reasoning but Haechan’s open lips went to your neck, slowly rubbing on your skin. They felt soft and his mouth was so warm that you wanted him to suck on it, biting you. 

You couldn’t speak anymore. 

No, you couldn’t even think. 

So you just let your body do the talking, sliding your fingers into his hair and ruining the hairstyle your subconscious mind kindly gave him. 

His palms were still on your hips, nudging at you ever so slightly until he fully slid his hands on your ass instead and cupped it, squeezing the flesh. 

You whined as he made you rub against him for a second time, and he looked up at your face, enjoying your expression. Then his gaze fell on your chest flush against his. He adventured on it, helping himself with the tongue. 

“Haechan-” your shaky voice caressed the top of his head. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to feel your body against mine,” he whispered, lips tracing your almost nude breasts. 

You inhaled through your teeth at his deep husky voice and when you felt his warm palms on the underside of your boobs, helping himself reach your hard nipples, you bit your lower lip until almost drawing blood. 

That dream was feeling too real to be a dream and the wet patch you were creating on Haechan’s jeans was definitely there. 

You felt his tongue swirl around one nipple and you gazed down with difficulty, trying to see him through your eyelashes. You had no idea if the shiver that travelled down your spine was caused by his devilish smirk or the darkness of his eyes. 

“Fuck, Haechan,” you grabbed his chin and directed his pretty face back towards your lips, knocking the air out of his lungs. His hum reverberated inside your mouth and his fingers danced on your back, drawing messy circles on your spine. 

Then he grabbed your nape and pulled you back only to roll you off himself and push you into the mattress. 

Your legs were quick to tighten around his hips as if you’d been used to doing that for a long time. But your thighs slid off as he lifted himself on the knees, giving you a breathtaking view of his quick hands sliding his shirt off by the collar. 

You exhaled shakily, sliding your hands back into his now messy curls as he leaned back and kissed your jaw, following the line until reaching your throat. You extended your neck and he chuckled against your skin, his palms reaching the flesh of your thighs just like yours were caressing down his nude shoulders. 

“Cute,” he whispered, his plump lips now travelling down to the swell of your breasts again. 

He slipped away from your arms and you could only watch as he flicked your nipples with his tongue again, eyes deep and cutting under his lowered eyebrows to not miss any of your expressions. Your knees pushed on his ribs at the last kitty lick just when your whimpers started to become full-on loud moans. Haechan clicked his tongue and grabbed the underside of them, spreading your legs apart. 

Your satin dress was gathered around your waist by now but Haechan didn’t bother to get rid of it. 

He kissed your inner thigh instead, then the other, giving you a knowing smirk as he hooked his fingers under your panties and slid them slowly off your thighs. 

You lifted your legs in the air to help him out, feeling your head dizzy and face on fire, and when you felt his delicate fingers on your calves and ankles, a little whimper escaped your chest that you concealed with a loose fist on your lips. 

Haechan shook his head in disapproval. 

“Hands off. I want to hear you,” he mumbled against the spots that made you shiver, lazily placing wet kisses on your legs, coming closer and closer until you lifted your hips and closed your eyes with a deep hum. 

But then you opened them again at the sudden feeling of his hands on your wrists instead, harshly pressing them on the pillow above your head. 

You bit your lower lip, wondering how you looked to him at that moment. 

As if reading your mind, he leaned down to whisper, his fingers slowly sliding on your palms and intertwining them with yours. “You’re so fucking gorgeous right now, I might go insane.” 

You gulped those words he slipped in your mouth with his tongue and curved your spine, urging him to do something more as you were going insane as well. 

“Are you going to be a good girl and keep your hands off your face?” 

“I can’t make any promises if you keep touching me like this,” you replied. 

“I haven’t even started,” he murmured with an amused tone in his voice. 

Oh, you were so wet. 

Just so fucking wet. 

And you felt even slicker as Haechan suddenly got back on his knees and spread you with his index and middle finger, spitting right on your sensitive clit. The saliva slowly descended to your hole and you shivered at the sensation. And when you felt those two fingers nudge at your entrance, feeling how hot and soft you were, Haechan grunted, sliding them in slowly and curling after one pump. 

You whined loudly, hands grabbing at his shoulders while your head was thrown back. He kissed your inner thigh as his bicep flexed, fingerfucking you just the way you’d always wanted someone to do, and then he kissed your other thigh, while his thumb started to circle your clit. 

“Oh, God,” your voice was shaky. 

Your hips lifted and your legs trembled, his name escaping your throat. 

Haechan grabbed those legs harshly, pressing on the underside of them and putting them on his shoulders, letting you curl your toes in the air at the way his tongue felt on you, licking one stripe up until flicking your clit once with the tip of his tongue. You felt electricity burn in your blood and you grabbed at the sheets underneath you uncontrollably. Haechan’s hums and the wet sounds made your head so dizzy that you felt high. His tongue felt flat between your folds then his lips sucked on your clit. Your hands flew to his soft hair, trying hard not to pull too much. 

“Look at me,” he ordered, and the view of his wet pink tongue flicking you mercilessly while his eyes were lit up by the most mischievous sparkles was enough for you to go over the edge. 

“Cumming- Haechan, cumming,” you mumbled and Haechan’s fingers tightened their hold on your thighs. They didn’t let go and his mouth didn’t stop when your body seized in his hold. 

“Please please please,” you were begging. 

If that was for urging him to stop or not, you weren’t sure yourself. 

Haechan groaned deeply as if he came himself, and he licked up every drop of your wetness, feeling you pulsating rhythmically against his tongue. 

You felt spent, your arms abandoned around your head and muscles still shivering. 

“Stay with me,” you heard him closer than you expected, so you opened your eyes to his dreamy face on top of you, his dainty necklace that adorned his prominent collarbones now dangling on your own chest instead. “Don’t go so quickly,” he added. 

You wrapped his neck with your arms and pulled him closer. “I am not going.” 

Haechan exhaled and kissed your lips once, then he kissed your cheek and temple, and when he dipped his fingers inside of you again you dug your nails into his back for a moment, hissing with him in unison. 

“The second one is the best,” he murmured into your ear, holding your body tight against him while his fingers lazily moved in and out of you. 

And when he scissored you palmed his lower stomach, opening his jeans button, hungry to hear his pretty voice mixed with your own whimpers. 

He didn’t disappoint and your skin shivered at the sound of his moan caressing the crook of your neck as you slid your palm under his pants. 

Your name has never been pronounced with such desire and need before and it just added to the growing new heat inside your navel. 

Haechan lifted himself on the knees again to be able to see you and when you slid your fist up and down his pretty hard cock you could see his furrowed eyebrows and his plump lower lip being bit. 

“Fuck,” he grabbed your dress with one hand and pulled your body on the sheets closer to his hips, giving you a better reach while his fingers didn’t stop for a second. 

You imitated him, your wrists bumping, and you kept chanting his name laced with curses, feeling how heavy he was in your hand until your muscles started to burn. 

But you couldn’t stop, not when his voice became a higher whine and his thick neck looked so delicious extended for you to the side to see his crazy pulse. 

“I’m close,” he grunted and you’ve never heard him huskier. 

That just gave you the last crumb of force to make him cum on you with a shudder, his hot slick coating your fingers and sliding to your core. 

Haechan’s hand stopped for a moment, his eyes adjusting from the high back to the view of you still spread for him. 

The only sound in the dark room was the rain still mercilessly hitting the window and your breaths, both quick and heavy. 

But then a moan disrupted the peace as he curled his fingers inside of you again, making you push your head back into the pillow. 

Haechan cursed under his breath, pushing his cum inside of you. That felt so foreign to you yet so right that you just abandoned yourself to Haechan, shaky legs lifted as to beg for more, and palms frantically touching his chest and abs until you had to dig your nails into his skin again, body shuddering at the wave of pleasure that washed over you. 

Haechan was right, the second time was even better, and you couldn’t see or hear for a moment until Haechan’s sweet voice murmured nothings inside your ear. 

Your chest was still lifting and falling frantically when you felt your body wrapped in his arms, pulling you towards his own chest. 

You rested your head on his arm and you let him gently kiss your abused lips. 

“Are you okay?” he whispered and you nodded, probably with the most fucked up expression ever because he chuckled a bit. 

Your body was feeling like putty and you just wanted him to keep holding you like that forever. 

But after you dozed to sleep and woke up, you weren’t in his arms anymore and the dreamy room was nowhere to be seen. 

The morning light looked too septic in your sensitive eyes, concealing every remnant of the dream from under your eyelids. 

__________

“Shit, dude, are you finally seeing someone?” 

Mark’s sudden voice made Haechan jolt in place. The young man sat down near him with his tray of food and looked at Haechan’s intact plates with a raised eyebrow. “You’re not eating?” 

“I’m not seeing anyone,” Haechan replied, grabbing his water. 

Mark chewed on his food for a moment then hit Haechan’s neck with two fingers. “Yeah, so you sucked on your own neck last night, huh?” 

“Can’t believe you’re funny for once,” Haechan scoffed, palming his skin and getting out of his trance. 

“Or, perhaps you need to change mattress? Them bugs huge if they can leave hickeys that big.”

“Are you in a good mood today?” 

“I am and you should also be if you finally got your dick wet, yet you’re frowning like you got blue balls all night. That, unless you actually did and I’m sorry.” 

“I think I did a mistake.” 

Mark watched Haechan’s eyes gazing at nothing in particular over the dining hall’s huge windows. 

“I mean, you often do. What’s the issue?” 

Haechan shook his head. “No, this time it’s huge.” 

“Like the hickey you got yourself?” 

“I can’t believe I’m being the serious one for once and you the clown.” 

Mark lifted his palms apologetically. “Okay, what’s the issue?” 

“I fucked my dreamer.” 

Mark’s eyes got huge and his face red as he choked on the piece of food he was chewing. 

“Shit,” Haechan mumbled and got up to hit the other in the back. 

Mark exhaled and grabbed his wrist to stop him. “That hit was personal.” 

“Don’t die on me, dumbass.” 

“Are you mad at me? You’re the one fucking dreamers!” 

Haechan lightly slapped Mark’s mouth with his palm. “Yell that louder, would you? Let everyone know.” 

Mark shook his head to free himself. “Listen, it’s not a big deal. Your dreamer doesn’t remember you.” 

Haechan sighed and looked at his friend with a grave expression. Mark opened his mouth. 

“God fucking damn it, Lee Haechan. Do I understand this correctly? Your issue’s that you fell in love with your fucking dreamer? Oh my God,” Mark closed his eyes for a second then got up in disbelief. 

“Sit down,” Haechan pulled him by the cuff. “People are watching.” 

“Do you know the most important rule?” 

Haechan interrupted the other before he could get schooled. “Yes, thank you very much.” 

Mark scoffed and sat back down heavily. 

“So she remembers it all. What did you tell her?” 

Haechan scratched the back of his neck. “Nothing much.” 

“Haechan.” 

“Okay okay. Just enough so she would not go insane.” 

Mark let his head fall into his palm. “God, you’re so dumb.” 

“What would you have done in my place?” 

“Maybe not fall in love with a goddess?” 

“She’s not a goddess. I mean she is. But like she’s not. You get me.” 

“You got into something bigger than you. If they catch you, you’re dead.”

Haechan exhaled and leaned back in his chair. 

“I know of someone. It’s more a legend than anything. He also fell in love with his dreamer and he got put out.” 

“Thank you, Mark. I really want to hear about people in my situation getting killed now.” 

“No, hear me out. They say he became one of the Dreamers.” 

Haechan furrowed his eyebrows. 

“What do you mean?” 

Mark looked around for a moment then his eyes fell on Haechan’s face again. They looked blacker than ever. “When we die, we become Dreamers. We go to their world.” 

Haechan felt his mouth go dry. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

____________

The mix of bliss and sadness accompanied you all day. 

If you closed your eyes you could still taste Haechan on your lips and feel his touch on your skin. The dream kept rolling in your mind again and again making your guts twist on themselves. 

“Taeyong, I feel like I’m going insane,” you sputtered all of sudden, not having heard anything of what your friend has been saying for the past hours. 

The young man closed his mouth surprised and blinked at you. 

“Is it about your dreams again?” 

You bit your lower lip as if ashamed and nodded. 

“Do you want to tell me about it?” 

You inhaled as to speak but then your throat closed. How could you tell someone that you fell in love with someone you probably made up in your head and be taken seriously? 

“I just keep having the same dream again and again. The Lobby one. I lied to you but I’ve dreamt the same thing all of this time.” 

Taeyong’s expression was still serious and his big eyes gave you enough courage to add the crucial element. 

“I keep dreaming this man and- it is all just so fucking real. I lost track of what’s real and what’s not and I am so afraid I’m going to actually lose my mind over someone that doesn’t exist.” 

“Is he-” Taeyong started after listening, “-a Dream Sorter?” 

__________

Mark closed the door to his apartment after making sure no one was following them and turned around to face a confused Haechan. 

“Listen, I work so closely with the higher-ups. I see and hear shit in the Data sector that you Dream Sorters don’t even dream about.” 

Haechan made a single unamused ‘ha’ at the pun. Mark ignored him and walked quickly to his studio, opening drawers as if looking for something. 

“The life cycle is that they become us and we become them. We still have no clue which state is the initial one. This is still being researched.”

“Wait, wait, Mark,” Haechan had to close his eyes for a moment and rest his hands on the friend’s desk to collect himself. “Are you saying that we were them? I was a Dreamer?” 

“Yes, and your lady has been a Dream Sorter or whatever,” Mark replied quickly and let a huge pile of paper hit his desk. Haechan coughed at the sudden dust, swinging his hand in front of his face. 

“Me too, and everyone here,” Mark added. 

“And everyone there.” 

Mark found the file he was looking for and nodded. “Exactly.” 

Haechan looked down at the other’s hand and eyed the slim file for a second before taking it and opening it. “Fuck,” he murmured after reading the first line. 

__________

You felt your limbs weak. Then you chuckled once. 

“Dream Sorter? How do you know about that?” 

Taeyong inhaled and exhaled while looking at the students’ faces sitting on the grass around you. 

“I was one,” he simply said. 

You shook your head and slid backwards. “You’re joking. You’re fucking with me right now. This is not funny, Taeyong.” 

Your friend’s eyes looked sincere though so you didn’t flinch when he took your hand in his. 

“I would never joke about this. I was a Dream Sorter and I got-,” he paused as if trying to find the right word, “exiled.” 

You put the other hand to your mouth as hot tears started to slide down your cheeks. You had no idea why you were crying, perhaps you were overwhelmed, or perhaps you were relieved. 

Maybe, you were finally losing your mind and that was just another dream.

“How?” you asked with a broken voice. 

__________

Haechan sat down on the only chair in the studio, reading the file for a second time, this time slowly. 

“It was before we were born so we wouldn’t know. But yes, that dude was a Dream Sorter who fell in love with his Dreamer and got killed off. The thing is, when we die naturally, we become like them with no memories. Just normal people dreaming. When you get killed off or you kill yourself, you remember everything and you can’t dream anymore.” 

Haechan listened to Mark’s summary of the file while his pupils moved across the lines saying the same thing as him. 

“Also, in that case, you can’t come back here in the usual cycle when you die,” Mark added. 

“And where do they go?” 

Mark shrugged sadly. “We still have no idea. Perhaps their idea of hell.” 

Haechan leaned down in his chair at a loss of words. “This is her friend. She knows him. I’ve seen him in her dreams before. What are the odds?” 

He put down the file titled “Lee Taeyong”. 

“I don’t know Haechan. What I’m telling you is that you better not get killed off like him,” Mark warned him and took back the file, locking it away with the others.

__________

“If your man gets caught, he’ll have my same destiny, Y/N. Not dreaming anymore and not going back to the dream world after death. I just wanted you to be aware of this. It is not worth it, I promise you.”

Taeyong ended his tale and you had to just blink back, taking in the huge amount of information. Your head felt like splitting in half. 

“And what do you suggest doing?”

“Dying naturally.” 

You shook your head in disbelief. “We might as well just swap at this point. He’ll be a Dreamer and I’ll be a Dream Sorter and we’ll forget about each other. Not seeing each other anymore. That’s not a solution to be together.” 

“I wasn’t giving a solution for you to be together. It’s a survival solution.”

You groaned frustrated. Taeyong didn’t speak anymore. 

“Where is your lover now?” you asked after a moment of whole long minutes. 

Taeyong looked down at his lap and then he bit the corner of his lip. “She doesn’t remember me.” 

You felt tears prickle your eye corners again. 

“I am so sorry, Taeyong.”  

“I thought I could have a chance by being around, make her fall in love with me from the start again, but nothing happened so far. I think it’s already too late.” 

His kind smile was so full of sad acceptance that you felt your heart hurt. Then you thought of Haechan. Imagining him getting killed off for you just to be reborn and you not remembering him was making you nauseous. 

“You’ll go insane if you keep this relationship with him in your dreams. And he might get killed off. You need to break all ties. Ask him to get you a new Dream Sorter. It’s the only solution, trust me.”

__________

Haechan was pacing around the Lobby nervously waiting for the ding of the elevator. 

Mark was right, as soon as you would get another Dream Sorter you’d forget about him. 

It was the right thing to do for both of you. 

But he couldn’t accept it. 

Lost in his thought he almost jolted feeling your arms around his waist. He exhaled and closed his eyes, bathing in that sensation as long as possible. 

Then he turned around and gasped softly.  

“Why are you crying?” he cupped your face as his thumbs delicately tried to wipe your abundant tears. 

“Haechan-” your voice broke and you hugged him tightly, face buried deep into his purple Bellboy uniform. 

The young man sighed, your daily memories invading his mind. His fingers delicately massaged your nape as his lips went to your temple. “So you know too. I am sorry,” he whispered and your body started to shake even more. “I didn’t know either.” 

“No, I am sorry. It’s- I am privileged and you’re the one risking-” you tried to express your confusing thoughts. 

“Maybe I’ll never get caught,” Haechan gave you a small smile but you didn’t smile back. 

“I would never forgive myself if they-” you started again but couldn’t finish. 

Killed you. 

“I don’t care, Y/N. For me it would be enough to life one human life and be over with it if it means to be with you.”

You shook your head. “Listen to me.” 

Haechan shook his head too. “No.”

You took a step back. “I want this to be over,” you lied. “Get me a new Dream Sorter. I can’t keep being with you only in my dreams. I’d rather forget you. And I can’t let you lose your soul for me.” 

Those words cut in your heart so deeply that you fought the urge to fall to your knees and hug your own body. 

Haechan inhaled and looked up to not make the tears escape his eyes. His tongue wandered inside his cheek for a second then he exhaled deeply. 

“This is for the best,” you added with a tiny voice. 

Haechan chuckled dryly. “It’s easy for you to say that. You’ll forget everything and I’ll be the one-,” he interrupted himself and turned around, pacing towards the counter and resting his palms on it. 

You put your hand to your mouth, forcing yourself to not run to him and beg him to not make you forget. 

But Taeyong’s words came to mind. There was no other option for happiness.

Haechan will eventually forget you himself. You didn’t spend much time together.

He’ll fall in love with someone else, you were sure of it.

__________

When you woke up that morning, your head was hurting from the confusing nightmare you had. 

You sighed and passed one hand on your face to brush the last remnants of it away and you felt your cheeks wet. 

With a tentative hand, you looked for your phone near the pillow. 

There was no phone in sight but you felt a soft fabric. You grabbed it and stared at it under the shining light. 

It was a white glove and you furrowed your eyebrows. It was a bit loose on the fingertips when you put it on. 

Then the alarm went off and you finally eyed your phone on the floor. With a groan, you spent the buzz and getting up you put away the strange glove in your closet. 

Then you smiled at the sight of your boyfriend’s text. 

From Taeyong <3: hey sleepyhead, I'm already downstairs, hurry up

__________

Haechan looked in the mirror that evening, staring at his new uniform. 

He didn’t need a new one and this was just the same shade of purple as the previous one. But a new job meant a new uniform and he was missing a glove after you asked for it. 

He sighed walking into the Lobby and winced staring at the pamphlets on the counter, remembering your expression while reading them. 

Then a ding made him raise his face and a small person exited the lift. 

“Hey there. Is this your first time dreaming?” Haechan asked with a kind and bright voice. 

The little boy looked around as if scared and nodded, so Haechan walked the distance and knelt on one knee in front of him. 

“I am Haechan. It’s not important because you’ll forget this anyway. But you can trust me to have a very fun time. Come,” he stood up extending one hand. The child took it slowly and Haechan smiled again. “I’ll show you how dreaming works.” 

__________

PREVIEW FROM PART 2

Haechan was rolling peas on his plate when a hard slap on his shoulder made him cough. 

“Are you fucking insane?” he asked when he found his voice. “What’s wrong with you?”

But Mark’s spirited expression didn’t care about Haechan’s tone. “You need to come with me.” 

“Whatever is going on there’s no need to beat me over it.” 

“Get up right now. I found something.” 

Haechan sighed, not in the mood to hang out with anyone. 

“It’s about Y/N,” the other lowered his voice. 

Haechan closed his mouth. 

Mark grabbed him by the arm and pulled him up to his feet. 

“I talked to her new Dream Sorter. I know, I shouldn’t get involved but this whole thing made me want to research further. No one knows, so you understand this is confidential, right?”

Mark was talking quietly and fast while walking just as fast towards what Haechan guessed was his apartment. 

“Slow the fuck down. What exactly is going on? Is she okay? Is he hurt?” 

Mark stopped in his place. “You said it was weird that she was friends with Taeyong, the dude killed over his Dreamer.” 

Haechan blinked emptily for a moment before the realization made his whole body turn into mush. 

Mark held onto his shoulders so he wouldn’t fall over. 

“Yeah. She was his Dreamer. And she couldn’t remember that. Why? We don’t know yet. But he of course could remember her and he sabotaged you two when he discovered she was in love with you. Now they’re dating. Her new Dream Sorter told me.”

Haechan felt his head full of cotton. “Wait, wait. And so what? She was right. It was not worth it. Dating in her dreams? Absurd. If she’s happy with him then so be it. They’re in the same world. I was ready to go to hell after being killed but she didn’t want me anymore-”

“She got convinced she did it for your sake. Taeyong didn’t tell her there is a way for you two to be together so he could have her for himself.”

Haechan couldn’t process fast enough. 

Mark patted his cheek with a little smile. 

“I found the way. I’m going to help you get back with her.”

[suhnshinehaos]

❛ lost and found ❜

pairing : lee taeyong x gn!reader genre : college au, fluff, drabble wc : 0.92k

working at the lost and found section of the university offices was not without its perks. the hours weren’t long, the job itself was easy, and the pay was pretty alright. it also meant that you got to see lee taeyong from philosophy 101 almost every afternoon; he didn’t look like the type to have a knack for losing things, but apparently he was.

“hey, yn.” he smiles as soon as he reaches your desk, a sheepish look making its way to his features the second he meets your gaze, “you wouldn’t happen to have-”

“a hoodie? the one you usually wear? yeah, i have it.” you chuckle, shaking your head ever so slightly. the hoodie was already neatly folded in the cabinet closest to your desk, but you pretend to look around the others for just a few seconds. what can you say? he’s cute and he usually sat in the row behind you, why not allow yourself the honor of gazing at him for just a few seconds more?

taeyong taps a foot on the hardwood floors, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jeans. truly, he wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow him whole. “i’m really sorry for all the trouble.”

“it’s okay, i enjoy your little visits.” you smile at the nervousness in his voice, taking out the hoodie and handing it to him, “you’re my only regular, you know?”

“i think that’s even more embarrassing.” the tips of his ears turn pink when your fingers brush against his as he takes the hoodie from you, “i swear i’m not usually this bad with my things.”

“i believe you.” the corners of your mouth twitch up into a small smile, remembering how the hoodie got into your possession in the first place. “you know, it was actually your friend johnny who turned in the hoodie. don’t you think it’s weird that he didn’t just give it to you directly?”

taeyong’s eyes grow wide, putting the pieces together on why he’s always losing his things. he nods slowly before letting out a fake-sounding, panicked chuckle, “yeah…that’s johnny.”

before you could even open your mouth to respond, he’s already bolted out the door.

johnny flinches at the sudden sound of their dorm room door closing, looking up to meet a very angry taeyong. a small smirk begins to play on his lips when his eyes land on the piece of clothing on his roommate’s arm, “i see you got your hoodie back.”

“stop stealing my things and giving them to lost and found.” taeyong huffs, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

johnny puts his hands up in mock defense, keeping the smirk plastered on his face — clearly enjoying this. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

he rolls his eyes, “who else is in on this?”

“well, there’s me, and yuta…and taeil, doyoung, jaehyun-”

“so basically all of our friends?” taeyong exclaims, cutting johnny off, panic very clearly evident in his voice and in his expression.

“it couldn’t just be me giving yn your things, that would have been too obvious.” johnny replies, shrugging his shoulders as if it were the most obvious things in the world. “we honestly wouldn’t have done all this if you just asked them out. do you really think yn’s going to reject you?”

“they might if they think i’m an idiot who keeps losing his things.” taeyong tosses his hoodie on his bed, moving to sit on its edge. a frustrated groan moves past his lips, “it’s just- what do i even say to them?”

johnny tilts his head to the side, a look mischief flashing in his eyes — the kind that made taeyong nervous. “i have an idea of what you can say.”

⋆·˚ ༘ *

the next day, taeyong tentatively walks to your desk, wondering what on earth had gotten into him. he was fine with admiring at you from afar, why did he have to do this. his eyes land on you, you’re looking down at your phone…perfect! maybe he can back out and quietly walk away-

“taeyong! hi!”

your voice snaps him out of his train of thought, a jolt of nervousness beginning to surge through his veins, “hey yn.”

“i don’t have anything for you today.” you tilt your head to the side before looking down at the several boxes and cabinets by your desk, “are you sure you lost something? nothing looks familiar…”

“i did lose something.”

“what is it?”

your smile is soft, your voice gentle. taeyong’s breath gets caught in his throwat, looking back at the crack in the doorway to find johnny’s and yuta’s heads peeking through — the most encouraging grins on their faces.

“my heart.” he sighs through gritted teeth, looking down at his feet, the entirety of his face turning the reddest possible red. taeyong’s eyes screw shut, “sorry that was so dumb i-”

“and you think it’s with me?”

he looks up to find an amused expression plastered on your features, eyebrow raised and a smirk playing on your lips. the fact that you weren’t rejecting him yet allows for hope to creep into his system, heartbeat still racing. you hadn’t run away yet, maybe you found this endearing.

“you know, maybe it’s always just belonged to you.”

that wasn’t in the script, but he might as well just put it all out on the line. taeyong chews on his bottom lip, nothing could have ever prepared him for your response.

“funny thing is, i think my heart is with you too.”

from reese, with love <3 this one is for all the taeyong thinkers out there,, this man owns my heart sdfghj thank you for reading, hope you're all well <3

[sluttyten]

Poly Series

a smutty series where YN meets and falls in love with the members of NCT (99line and above). Almost Complete. About 200k in length total. Read warnings at the beginnings of each chapter. Smut, smut, more smut, with some fluff and angst and things. Younger members are mentioned in the story, but not ever involved in the smut. 

bulletpointed parts are drabbles, not really necessary to the storyline, so you can skip them if you want

i. can’t we share - 13.1k, a chance encounter leads to you meeting and falling in love with them all, and why bother choosing between them when you can have them all?

ii. naughty & nice - 6.8k, it’s Christmas and you make yourself a present for your boyfriends, but Kun, Doyoung, and Ten are the only ones who get to unwrap you

let the day pass us by - 2.8k, you spend a little cuddly, sexy quality time with jaehyun

iii. all you need - 22.7k, more of the poly orgy smut OR being in love with and making love with all twelve of your boyfriends is easy, they brighten your days and your nights, and it’s a lot but it’s all yours

never: a drabble - 1k, during the tour bus scene of All You Need, Haechan is elsewhere and here is just a little snippet of his POV of events

iv. love me - 10.5k, it’s been a month since where you left things in your relationship with the boys, and you’re trying to get over them, but how can you do that when they want so badly to be loved by you?

v. never enough - 18.8k, in the end it comes down to this: hands on skin, rolling bodies, tongues and teeth, and so many things happening, yet it’s still never quite enough (pure smut, honestly)

vi. traces of you  -  23.7k, there’s so much love to go around, quiet moments and hot nights, the press of skin on skin, whispered promises and I love yous, and under it all just the constant beating of a heart loved.

mornings like this - set during the events of traces of you, you wake on a hot summer morning and Taeil distracts you from making breakfast

vii. good thing - 13k, after the bombshell realization you need to uncover the truth. this is the aftermath.

viii. coming home - 21.2k, when you found out you were pregnant, you worried you’d have to go it alone, but instead you find that you have quite a lot of support, several boyfriends that love you wholeheartedly, and a place to call home

gimme that: a drabble - taking place shortly after you’d moved in to the house with them, you’re dealing with a bothersome pregnancy symptom, and Lucas wants to be there with you

ix. adore you - 32.4k, these last months of your pregnancy bring delights and troubles, but it all culminates in the true wonder of holding your daughter in your arms with her father at your side

x. fresh air - 27.8k, the first few months of life with your boyfriends and your newborn daughter bring numerous hardships that none of you were truly prepared for

xi. let me - 43k, this relationship has been hard and getting harder with the birth of your daughter, the rumors, the breakups, and now you just hope you’ll get your happily ever after

xii. last piece: an epilogue - 10k, Jaehyun’s always wanted a child with you throughout the entirety of this polyamorous relationship, and after having three kids with other men, you’ve decided, it’s time that you and Jaehyun give it a try

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

NCT Spooky Season [Day 20]

Madame Pseudo

TW: Language, ghosts, seances, Genre: Romance, Comedy Pairing: Moon Taeil x Reader YN Pronouns: Not specified Word Count: 0.6K Prompt: “Let’s do a seance!” “Let’s not”

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Notes: Last day! ... or is it? It is lol but hopefully I'll have my last little treat ready by Halloween! Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

Feedback is greatly appreciated!! Thank you for reading!

"Jesus fucking Christ," you cursed as soon as the lampshade toppled over. "Haechan, we can't stay here," you called your boyfriend over and he poked his head out of the bedroom.

"Why not?" As soon as he asked, the picture frame behind you fell over.

"That's why."

"Okay? So what? We have a roommate."

"Haechan!"

"Okay, okay... let's do a seance, then."

"Let's not, I don't want to invite any bad energy into our life," you argued.

"Invite? Babe, we live with a ghost! Maybe we can help them cross over or something."

"Mm..." You weren't convinced.

And you still weren't convinced when Haechan's hired spiritualist came in, whole kit in hand as she set up the area on your dining room table.

"I don't buy this, Haechan," you whispered.

"What do you mean? The ad said that she's an expert."

"Babe, her name is Madame Pseudo. Do you know what 'pseudo' means?" You asked. Haechan didn't answer. "Fake, Haechan, it means fake, Pseudoscience is fake science, Pseudonews is fake news, Madame Pseudo has pseudo credentials," you whispered quickly and you heard the spiritualist laugh.

"They never believe me at first," she lights the candles and invites you and Haechan to sit in front of her. You both do so. "Alright, tell me about this spirit."

"Well, they like to knock things over," you nodded toward the lampshade.

"Yeah, sometimes they'll pull (Y/N)'s hair too," Haechan says.

"Sometimes they'll draw scribbles on our walls too."

"I see, you may be dealing with the spirit of a child then," the spiritualist mutters.

"A kid?" You asked, feeling a sudden pang of guilt.

"Yes, children tend to not realize they're no longer of this world," Madame says. "They stay where they are, waiting for parents who probably aren't of this world anymore too." You swallowed harshly.

What a sad existence.

"Well, hopefully, we'll be able to send them across the plane. Remember, when you speak to the spirit, please be kind. Guide them toward the light," she says and she holds her hands out. You and Haechan take one of hers before holding on to one another's. Madame says a slow and steady chant before her eyes shoot open, pupils rolled to the back of her head so that only the whites of her eyes remained. "Have you seen my parents?" Her voice was noticeably not of her own. You and Haechan look at each other, a cold bead of sweat ran down your neck.

"No, I'm sorry," you responded.

"Why?"

"They don't live here anymore," you responded.

"Mm... where do I go then?"

"Toward the light, probably," Haechan cuts in. The spiritualist's head turns toward the window.

"That one?"

"Yeah," Haechan looked over, but it was dark, only the moon was visible tonight.

"Hmm... I'm scared. What if my parents come back home?"

"They're waiting for you over there," you cut in. The voice whimpered.

"I believe you," then the spiritualist collapsed on the table and after a few moments she stood up slowly and a bit pained. "It is done."

"That's it?"

"The spirit of children tend to be rather obedient, if you had an adult it might have been harder."

"I see... and if the supernatural things keep happening?"

"Well, you have my card now, right?"

"Yes?"

"Good, then give me a call," the spiritualist packs her things and you walk her to the door.

"I feel kind of bad now," you commented.

"Well, at least they won't be bothering us anymore," Haechan sighs and you both look at each other. Then, a knife flies from your kitchen and lodges in the wall next to the spiritualist. Everyone holds their breaths, and then things start flying.

"Hell is real!" She shrieks. "You're both on your own now!" She runs out and leaves you and Haechan behind, now clinging onto each other as objects slammed against the door, but once it closed the items fell to the ground. You and Haechan were, noticeably, unharmed.

"What the hell?" You muttered.

"We should move."

"Yes."

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[01solarsmiles]

synposis: working in a restaurant has its ups and down but working in the neo restaurant really takes the cake. wether it be the dreamies proving their superiority over and over again or the rat-pack band of sorts the head bartender put together, nothing fails to amuse. throw in a soundcloud rapper or two, a couple of new kids on the block, so kindly trained by haechan and taeil, a worn-out manager of sorts paired with two assistant managers, questionable cooks, flirty bartenders and you’re bound to enjoy yourself here. without a doubt, there’s something for everyone here, no matter your preferences; this is the place to be tonight.

tl;dr: the life of a waitress in the vacinity of the neo’s and gang.

genre: sm au, restaurant au, crack, slice of life

pairings: jaehyun x reader, mark x reader (so far)

warnings: swearing; i mean, come on. alcohol mentions!! jungwoo likes getting free wine from johnny and jisung likes to buss it down after a shot of tequila ✊✨

other: red velvet appearances bc i figured it coudn’t all be testosterone. other artists too, rv is just more noticeable. cringey souncloud rapper(s) okay but yangyang is so cute, me and vivi discussed this! grandpa ™️ taeyong bc i figured he can’t keep up with his 22 kids ALL the time (he’s fostered rv for the sake of this fic). literal flirting all the time bc i don’t know how to act therefore yn doesn’t know how to act as s/t/he/y is a product of my brain. haechan wwe fights mark like he’s got paddypower setting the odds on him. yuta is ‘allergic’ to ordering his own ingredients,. sungchan is a certified f-boy (soft tho, he’s just mad he’s a busboy). shotaro is possibly my favourite and gets special treatment. mark makes me cry from laughter. dreamies are partiers (lol check their gc name, shoulda guessed). doyoung is an awful cook and more❗️

updated on whenever i get off work 😄

a/n: i just wanted something fun, possibly short, possibly long. it could be something i add to over time but it could also be something i finish within a month. like a chronicle. yeah. this is fun and the idea came to me after i read about a restaurant au somewhere else. i just figured i could draw off of my own experiences and my own awful humour; i enjoy restaurant type things bc i’ve worked in a couple over the years lol ♡

ask me about work!! like my real-life job besties. it’s loads of fun.

profiles wait staff [x], [x] bartenders & chefs [x] managers & busboys [x]

groupchats chivalry is dead: yn, doyoung, haechan, jungwoo, mark, taeil, yuta front of house b/himbos 💅: yn, jaehyun, johnny, joy, seulgi, taeil, yeri (+shotaro later on!) i’ve got a bad idea 🤩: yn, hendery, kun, lucas, xiaojun, yangyang (+mark later on!) party central: yn, chenle, haechan, jaemin, jeno, jisung, renjun (+sungchan later on!) ✨teamwork makes the dream work✨: yn, haechan, irene, kun, taeyong, ten, yuta

🍳 week one: chivalry is dead 🍳

🍳 part one [we bet shifts]

🍳 part two [i do work miracles] ft. fohb/h on twt

🍳 part three [he’s throwing up in there]

🍳 part four [i was experimenting] ft. fohb/h on twt

🍳 end of week round up [you little minx]

🥞 day off [x] new!

🍳 week two: front of house b/himbos 🍳

🍳 part five [this is what you get]

🍳 part six [you urchin] ft. cid on twt

🍳 part seven [coffee virgin cooler] ft. igabi on twt

🍳 part eight [unsolicited hand pics]

🍳 end of week round up [no man left behind]

🥞 day off [x] new!

🍳 week three: i’ve got a bad idea 🍳

🍳 part nine [poems with a beat] ft. cid new!

🍳 part ten [...]

🍳 part eleven [...] 

🍳 part twelve [...]

🍳 end of week round up [x]

🥞 day off [x]

🍳 week four: party central 🍳

🍳 part thirteen [fruit punch]

🍳 part fourteen […]

🍳 part fifteen [...]

🍳 part sixteen [...]

🍳 end of week round  up [x]

🥞 day off (quite a few) [x]

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[kunxcii]

nct social media au favorites / recommendations pt 2

click here for pt 1! this has been sitting in my drafts for a few weeks so i decided to finally finish it up and post it so that all of u socially responsible people staying home will have something to binge. listed in the order i read them but also sorted by member in age order. asterisk (*) = favs. (ongoing!) = incomplete at the time i posted this. (neutral ending) = if u care that ending may not be happy or yn x member may not end up together, sorry if i spoiled it.

had to search pretty far and wide for these so i doubt there will be a pt 3 - also i’m currently on a cdrama/cvariety fix lol. as usual, be my friend! (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡

✰ multiple paths / mystery member ✰

friendship (multi: jaehyun, johnny, lucas) by jxngolas

all i need (ongoing!) by peachysicheng

✰ taeil ✰ (none)

✰ johnny ✰

streak breaker by softtm (neutral ending)

i’m so in love by romanticwyh

✰ taeyong ✰

*muse by jenoptimist

cloud 9 by bunny-doyounq

angel by sugaaasweet

is he an angel or a devil? by asteriaguk

fool by yongtxt

✰ yuta ✰

doctor, doctor by jaeculturetechnology

yes chef by butterbeeryuta

laces and things by butterbeeryuta

coming home by cupofjae

pâro (ongoing!) by jenoptimist

let me love u (ongoing!) by bunny-doyounq

airdrop (ongoing!) by taehunnies

✰ kun ✰ 

talking to the moon by dearncityy

not alone (ongoing!) by cupofjae

✰ doyoung ✰

*don’t need your love by cupofjae

*sanctuary by bunny-doyounq

anti by softtm

dear no one by dearncityy

sunflower by jaeehyuns

forced by radianthyuck (can’t find last chapter anywhere)

*where u at? (on hold) by suhdone

✰ ten ✰

collaboration by onflowerpaths

✰ jaehyun ✰

*tongue tied by peachysicheng

the breakfast club by kkuljaehyun

fly away with me by cupofjae

welcome to my playground by cupofjae

deep water by nakyngs (was bitchendery)

*balance of us by solecize

young elites by markeu-lii

hericane by weishenv

breathless by peachyuns

the games you play by fluffyjenope

through the night by jaeehyuns (neutral ending)

pretty reckless by yukhheis (neutral ending)

roller skates by hhjwrld

the beauty within (ongoing!) by justwinwin

end to start (ongoing!) by bunny-doyounq

✰ winwin ✰

different skies by dearncityy

✰ jungwoo ✰

5:05 by jaeehyuns

la vie en rose by haechanhearts

✰ lucas ✰

playboy by nakyngs (was bitchendery)

unrequited love by textingwithnct

*do you think about me too? by byunnct

you & i by leejenopes (some links don’t work, scroll on blog)

slam (ongoing!) by wereseoyoung

keep yourself alive (ongoing!) by sushi-xuxii

the librarian (ongoing!) by princekunge

✰ mark ✰

game over by jenoptimist

connected by treerachas

mona lisa by weishenv

*unexspected by hyucksupremacist (neutral ending, i shed tears tho it was so good) (some links may not work so you’ll have to search on the blog or replace hyuckcryptid with hyucksupremacist)

*game over by kettlewrites

easy as pie by nctzen-mess

*yours by wereseoyoung

flickering by fluffyjenope

*vintage by yongtxt

how to get the boy (ongoing?/ neutral ending) by yojeongin

clueless (coming soon) by chicagoletters (suhdone remade)

✰ xiaojun ✰

*the muse by princekunge

*just before sunrise by nakyngs (was bitchendery)

2 fast  by markftmingi

play pretend (ongoing!) by dreamingxuxi

✰ hendery ✰

rags & riches by markftmingi

*love talk by jxngolas

✰ renjun ✰

replay 1:27pm by jxngolas

celebrity crush by ncttrinities

art tour ltd. by ncttrinities

coffee & water paints by kettlewrites

catfished! by heartjwi-main

love maze by aiurjins

wistful by treerachas

youtuber!renjun by poutyjwoo

*the one where renjun gets kissed by ncttrinities

*the rich truth: away we happened (ongoing!) by ncttrinities

history is a bench (ongoing!) by butterbeeryuta

✰ jeno ✰

more than friends by nakyngs (was bitchendery)

love club by nakyngs (was bitchendery)

badlands by poutyjwoo

our first and last dance by tinybinnie

reckless behavior by fentyyoons (unmarked tw ch 28-29)

habits by nanaluvie (neutral ending)

adore u by hhjwrld

119 (ongoing!) by ncttrinities

dear you, (ongoing!) by matterhalos

✰ haechan ✰

*heartbreaker by jxngolas

to him by nakyngs (was bitchendery)

my page by lysyuta

stoned by haechanhearts

remember me by seofthours

rewind by heartjwi-main

sunflower by softtm

sweet revenge by starsuhh

fingers crossed by treerachas (some links may not work so search on blog)

summer of ‘69 (ongoing!) by radianthyuck

place your bets (ongoing!) by hyukcieee

✰ jaemin ✰

puzzle by nationaldoyoungday

what family says, goes by hyukcieee

timeless by lysyuta

put me on by hyucksupremacist (some links may not work so you’ll have to search on the blog or replace hyuckcryptid with hyucksupremacist)

what i hate like about you by kettlewrites

*ferris wheel by yedarnit

what i like about you by neomrk

money talk by tinybinnie

a tail worth telling by rosehyck

playing the part by nctzen-mess

*my first and last by jxngolas (sequel to heartbreaker)

falling, hard by fentyyoons

*dead lover’s society by atrabiliousse

fashion friends by xiaocity

twelve days of christmas by lovieskihyun

✰ yangyang ✰

siren by dearncityy

the lab partner by princekunge

let me love you (ongoing!) by jxngolas

✰ chenle ✰

i’m so bad for you by neomrk

*turf war by hyucksupremacist

✰ jisung ✰

flower cafe by poutyjwoo

by my side by nctzen-mess

*my first and last by lysyuta

why not me, the dancer by heartjwi-main (some links link to wrong ch, search on blog)

hieraeth by heartjwi-main (sequel to why not me, the dancer) (some links link to wrong ch, search on blog)

along the lines of (ongoing!) by heartjwi

✰ non-nct ✰ (mostly from authors whose nct work i’ve read)

*bad guy ft. pentagon yanan by markftmingi

*crush culture ft. stray kids hyunjin by nakyngs (was bitchendery)

*somebody else ft. ateez yunho by nakyngs (was bitchendery)

*money talks ft. seventeen jun by dahyunminggyu

*big reputation ft. nine percent xukun by dahyunminggyu

plot twists ft. stray kids bang chan by desertskz

*do re mi ft. bts jungkook by taeyegu

l.c.t ft. bts jungkook by peachyuns

*bad at love ft. seventeen wonwoo by sankyeom

online ft. stray kids hyunjin by hhjwrld

find my iphone ft. bts yoongi by ediblesuga

*stay and cook ft. bts jungkook by firebettercallnct

*press start ft. bts jungkook by lovelyyyoongi

*keep it fruity ft. seventeen maknae line by cupidhaos

honeysuckles and dewdrops ft. stray kids hyunjin (ongoing!) by strawberryjmilk

[straylightdream]

Teaser #1

status: coming soon

featuring: huang renjun x f reader

genre: wolf au, friends to lovers, angst, explicit sexual content.

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“Renjun what’s wrong?”

A heavy sigh passes his lips as he turns on his side to stare at you. “The full moon is in two days.”

You can’t help but feel sorry for him. This is only going to be his second full moon and from what he’s told you the first one was very painful. He was a complete mess the following day.

“Has Johnny or Taeil mentioned that it will get easier?”

“Johnny said as soon as I start changing freely without the full moon it will start to barely hurt,” he doesn’t sound confident at all as he speaks to you.

“Why don’t you try changing without the moon?” You reach out taking his hand in yours.

“YN, I’m afraid of losing control each time I change,” another heavy sigh passes his lips as he gently squeezes your hand. You’ve been by his side from the moment he got bit. You took him out to the forest the first full moon he changed. You stood by his side as he screamed in pain changing for the first time. You stayed there until he begged you to drive away. His number one fear has always been hurting you.

“There’s so many things I’m not ready for. First I have to learn how to change on command. So that each time I change it doesn’t feel like I’m dying and then I need to figure out how I even get through my first heat.”

Your cheeks burn at the thought of Renjun having to go through a heat. When he first got changed Johnny and Taeil came over to let him know the up and downs of his new life. Renjun was so overwhelmed by all the information he started rambling on about it and mentioned how bad his heat will be at first.

“Do you have an idea on what you’re gonna do about your heat?” You aren’t sure why you ask. Maybe it’s because Renjun is your best friend and roommate and you’re just worried about him, or maybe it’s because you have a crush on him and part of you can’t seem to push it away.

“I’m not sure. I might have Johnny and Taeil lock me up. They said the first time will be by far the worst and that afterwards I’m just gonna be,” he pauses and looks at you with his cheeks flushed. “I’m just going to be pretty horny.”

He swallows loudly and stares at you awkwardly, “Johnny said I’m just gonna be on edge a lot.”

“Does anything help?” you’re playing with fire by asking this but you can’t seem to stop.

“Johnny said I just should act on my urges. That relieving it makes everything better.”

“I guess having a girlfriend would help,” you let out an awkward laugh.

“Yeah probably,” he drags his thumb across your skin catching your attention.

[jae-canikeepyou]

| closer | j.jh

pair: jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: au + idol!jae & choreographer/dancer!yn

a/n: this request is long overdue but here it is! :) i’m sorry for the long wait ;-; it’s challenging to write since i’m not a dancer so my explanation’s a lil’ suckish. also! i had to edit a song remix for this oneshot, so the dance and imagination’s clearly up to you *wink wink* enjoy reading! ~j

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though you lost count of the frequent, unexplainable somersaults you experienced in your stomach, you weren’t sure whether this always happen whenever you were told to join other dancers to monitor a routine for a group. perhaps it was just you, that today felt entirely different compared to when you first started.

as far as your career went, this was the only time you felt so stressed. and by ‘stressed’, it didn’t mean that the boys’ couldn’t get the steps right— they were fast learners and the choreography you helped co-create wouldn’t be a problem to them.

nct 127’s rehearsals were at a spacious backstage for straight two days now. in those short days, there was a certain air that lingered and you couldn’t fathom it properly. with you around, the boys would suddenly crowd in a circle, anywhere in the area, and began to utter out whispers you hoped your ears were able to hear. maybe if you were reincarnated, you’d choose an animal with great hearing to be able to hear what they were saying.

and honestly it got you wanting to pull your hair out because.. what if?

what if they disliked how you were a person of few words during practice? or that they preferred if you gave more feedbacks toward their dance like other choreographers who came before you? there weren’t any hints leading to the source of action and really, if this was an actual investigation you’d be removed from the team for not having quick-wits.

taeyong immediately became your close friend right when you were introduced to them by your seniors. he had this you-can-tell-me-anything aura all over him and was the only person you always conversed with among the boys. given that you were part of the choreo team since kick-it era, the boys welcomed you; like so much. but in those greetings, a gut feeling kept bothering you that you would be pulled into something.. perhaps something you might not be able to handle? you wouldn’t know. it was a gut feeling anyway, fifty percent of your intuition were always proven wrong.

you stared at the widespread mirror, arms up to record them while examining their moves and rhythms to the beat. they were tired, you could tell with the way they swayed and continuously wipe off the sweat rolling down their temples. so you decided to give them a break after three hours of practice.

replaying the video over and over to check if they got the timing right, taeyong went to sit by your side gulping and squeezing the water bottle. “relax y/n. you’ll get more wrinkles if you keep doing that.” he nudged you gently to catch your full atttention from the phone.

“do what, exactly?” you looked at him, eyebrows furrowed tiredly above your death-gazing eyes.

he poked you with the butt of the cold bottle he held, where beads from it soaked your forehead. “this.” he lectured you again, almost annoying to the ears. “it’s not at all attractive.”

“we both agreed you have better brows than me but ouch that’s rude. i think i’m quite pretty and you know it.” you return a playful poke that had him nearly trampling backwards, a slight sting felt by your ankle once you regained balance.

per usual, you disregarded his innocent comment and continued to monitor the practice via phone. he didn’t mean it and you knew that. taeyong kept bugging you to cool off from work and hang out with them since you were all good friends to begin with. of course that development happened in a span of few months to be able for you all to reach that certain relationship.

however, was it possible to attain the level of intimacy when recently, all you felt from the other guys was the weird gap? you couldn’t even describe the awkward distance. taeyong shook both of his sleeves into sweaterpaws to rub the droplets on your forehead.

“quite pretty? you’re beautiful! you’re like a cool princess every guy wants and i’d honestly date you if what we are isn’t platonic.” he danced in a wave effect with his arm. you gently hit his chest for being very vocal even if it just was the two of you.

“aww, you always know how to make me feel better! thanks.” you sweetly compliment him for a second before your smile turned into a frown.

at the corners of your peripheral, johnny, jungwoo, mark, donghyuck and yuta all averted your scrutiny. the action was obvious and quick, but what made it more suspicious was that it happened respectively like falling dominos. although they did typical and cliché gestures of escapism from your response, still they pretended to ignore you either with their hands shoved in pockets or whistles of their own song.

a surrendering huff caught taeyong’s attention. you never sighed nor show any emotions of distress before and this was a little concerning to him. “what’s wrong y/n?” he turned around to see the others minding their own business despite taeyong already realising the edginess they showed.

“can you help me figure something out with them?” you begged as you tilted your gently slightly to the side. “it’s been weeks and i have no idea why they’re acting this way. am i that unapproachable compared to my seniors?”

taeyong suddenly pursed his lips to a small circle as if he was hiding some top secret information that was ‘exclusive for members only’. “oh- y’know.” he nodded quite repetitively but with hesitating breaks in between. he knew what you were going to ask him since it hasn’t been the first time. he usually could dodge your curiosity and wondered why he couldn’t now. “they’re p-probably just chilling.. like always.. yep.” he popped the ‘p’ and stood. “i’m sure it’s because they’re tired from rehearsals!”

things couldn’t just get any weirder. you squinted your eyes as you scooted in closer to him. “you’re stuttering. you never do that.” you pointed out, observing his wavering eyes. “do you know something-”

he stammered and gently pushed you away a little like it would stop you from asking further. “i-i don’t know what you’re talking a-about.”

“hm you sure about that?” you hummed and he mouthed a ‘yes’. “you don’t know what’s coming after you if i figure it out buddy.”

“i’m sure, y/n. stop being a worrywart.” taeyong pinched your cheeks. “i’ll let know you right away if i hear anything out of the ordinary.”

“uh-huh. jaehyun’s the one i think who’s ’out of the ordinary’. we never talked. just hi’s and bye’s and he doesn’t smile at me.” you commented as you spotted him at the entrance door. “bummer, i really find him good-looking..” your phone buzzed a message from your leader. technically he wasn’t, but a person in-charge of your schedules to teach other idol groups.

somehow you felt a wave of relief that you would be out of the venue for the day. it would be assuring to not be around 127 for a while when they behaved like they did. who knew thinking too much would bring exhaustion? this was more tiring than dancing. a lot more. you swung your phone to taeyong, telling him that you were going to leave. “i gotta go, see you.”

“oh, alright. take care.” taeyong waved subtly, confused as to why you suddenly spoke of jaehyun out of the blue.

you let out a long sigh and exited the venue with thoughts of wonder; they were good people and most definitely you were the approachable type, so why were they keeping distance besides taeyong? johnny, yuta and donghyuck were super friendly, and it’s unlike them to suddenly keep quiet. mark and jungwoo were fun to tease; seeing the expressions they usually don’t put on around you was really fishy. taeil and doyoung have similar affection for you because you were like a little sister and.. jaehyun?

well.. jaehyun’s jaehyun, and among them, he was the far-fetched one. that was what you felt from him,

from the beginning.

because every single time you crossed paths, he would look away right when you locked eyes with him. there was no smile, no expression.

nothing at all.

maybe it pinched your heart a little. and maybe there would be a right time for this. just maybe not today. hopefully that wouldn’t extend for another month. hopefully you would get to talk to him like you did with the rest of them. it was a challenging to be patient when you’ve kind of taken a liking on jaehyun despite the inexplainable treatment. he was.. cute.

once you were out of the group’s sight, jaehyun came in with a duffle bag and a beanie— that basically made his hair in a frenzy- along with taeil & doyoung. he had his arms frantically shaking as if he was trying to reason out. “i can’t hold a normal conversation without tensing up.” he dropped his belongings and joined the crowd, not noticing the growing smirks slowly coming into view from his friends.

“and you think choosing to freeze and stare would make her talk to you?” taeil asked straight up. “that’s called cowardice bro.”

jaehyun combed his hair back and wore his beanie again when the focus was shifted to him. “no it’s not. it’s called being shy.. i guess.” he crossed his arm, unsure of his answer as well.

mark took a sip of watermelon juice, later eyeing a bowl sitting peacefully on one side of the table for seconds. “hyung, do you expect to get closer to y/n if you act like that though?” he gave johnny a side-eye as he hid his smile behind the cup, to whom the latter responded the same.

“all of us are trying to keep quiet of your ecstasy towards her like you asked us to.” jungwoo implored because what was done has to be said eventually. “and now she thinks we’re hiding something from her, i can feel her suspicions for the past weeks.”

“did you make it obvious?” jaehyun hissed a little. “i warned you to act natural-”

johnny wrapped the young man in his arms, earning laughs from the others. “the one who’s not acting natural is you. i thought you’re a straight-forward kind of guy. this should be a piece of cake for you.”

“everyone, please come to the center.” their manager called them to gather up, informing details regarding the next schedule for the week.

sm town concert was just a week away and they’ve been practicing nonstop for it. the exhaustion on their faces fled when the manager said something that would make the fans see them in a different light. some staff giggled at their reactions, some told them to go with it, the rest just wanted to see how it would turn out to be. the boys weren’t expecting it, not at a sudden time like this when they’ve gotten the rundown memorised already.

normally they complied and no arguments were brought forwards. now they managed to scream all vocabularies to reason out that another dance routine would make them more exhausted than before. “we’re not pulling a prank nor a hidden camera if that’s what you’re thinking. anyway, the added part is around a minute interlude.. it’s before the actual track. only one of you will dance it.”

yeses and cheers of relief made majority of the staff exchange looks because they weren’t finish with the information they received. “this interlude is by volunteer, so whoever wants to do it just raise your hand or come up front.” the manager instructed as he wrote down the minutes, later both of his brows arched high forasmuch to his surprise, the decision was quickly decided; it would usually take the boys a while. “oh! thanks for being cooperative, jaehyun! the rehearsal starts tomorrow...”

jaehyun’s head never shot up as fast as it did just now. he didn’t pay attention to the short meeting and since all of the voices were indistinct to him, he was astonished with hearing his name being said. he wondered why they concluded with him doing the interlude. in his head a second ago, he was coming up with plans to finally— and normally— conversate with you. and upon turning around, his friends failed to keep their snickers in. they all simultaneously took a step back, leaving the dimpled boy remain standing in his position.

“...and take ten, then we’ll proceed to the last two songs for today.” the manager left the boys for a break.

wheezing breaths and heavy falls on the floor were soon followed by exploding laughters. they were like fireworks, jolting the nerves out of jaehyun and he rolled his eyes at his friends’ intentions to tease him. “that’s not fair, you guys plotted against me.” he pinched the bridge of his nose when a flush of betrayal finally covered his entire conscience.

they laughed since it was a reaction they expected, but more so when he missed out the most crucial information. “oh my g- he doesn’t know! hahaha!” haechan and jungwoo clung onto each other for support. it was too much to handle.

yuta scooted close to johnny, who had his phone up the whole time. “that was on record, yeah?” he asked and the latter grinned devilishly.

“rgha!” jaehyun growled, soon accepting the role that was predestined to him. “i swear john if you-”

“he didn’t really hear it!” mark cut him off and joined the younger ones, hitting each other and as they couldn’t believe that jaehyun, could be this dense. “wow this is insane!”

jaehyun’s ears turned faint pink. he didn’t like the excessive attention he was getting from his friends, and he has no idea what the sudden outbursts were all about. “hear what, exactly?” he had a petulant expression and shifted his weight on one leg as he waited for the answer.

taeyong choked a giggle at his question. it was similar with yours when you innocently asked earlier. “jaehyun, he said the other half of the remix duet is y/n. you’ll dance with her tomorrow, and until the concert.”

his heart pumped so fast that he didn’t know how to react; whether it was due to obvious fact that he would see you again for the third time this week, or it was your name and his.. in the same sentence.

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if there was something you didn’t like to experience again in your life, that would be spraying your nose in public. good grief, and it had to happen nearby the boys. you shut your eyes closed at the sprinkly yet piercing shock rising up from the nostrils to your head. after few seconds of calming down, youngjoon pat your head as if that would bring you comfort. not really.

“i thought hana’s doing the nct dance duet?” you rubbed the small tears from the corners of your eyes, the striking pain still lingered around your senses a little.

he shrugged that his shoulders the action made you think he has something to do with the sudden change of plans. but assuming too much would ruin your mood and affect the way you dance later, so you let it slide for today.

“i’m your senior. you’ll do what i decided on,” he gave you his phone; the title of the track was one that you were told to choreograph. “it’s about time your monitoring days are over. anyway, you’ll dance with..” youngjoon trailed off himself.

you scanned the spacious venue to figure who he was referring to. none came into your mind until jaehyun walked past by you, and youngjoon pulled him close. “ah! with him!”

oh great, i’m dancing with mr. far-fetched.

staring off into space, taeyong appeared briefly in your peripheral, mouthing that jaehyun ‘volunteered’ for the interlude— which didn’t really add up why he would decide to do this performance when he hasn’t talked to you at all.

it was funny how friendly and warm jaehyun was to your fellow choreographers. he would smile freely and offer spare bottles or snacks. however, he looked stiff now and you craved for answers for strange his behaviour. still, you would be lying to yourself if you said he somehow made you.. squirmy, in a good way.

“let’s work well.” he heard you speak as you began to walk to the centre of the venue, jaehyun soon following you from behind.

he noticed the boys sitting on bleachers for a break, secretly snapping pictures to tease him later on. they mouthed and told him to talk— he was leaving you hanging and making a lady wait for a response was not a gentleman thing to do. he was stunned with your natural beauty and to think you were before him, just made him realise that this was the chance,

to get closer.

because remembering what taeyong told him yesterday, his friends told him to step up his game after it was revealed you found him good-looking. that alone should be enough for jaehyun to have the courage to hold a conversation with you. soon jaehyun cleared his throat, pulled his t-shirt collar and bit his inner gums. “yeah, likewise.” jaehyun cleared his throat. “this should be easy. where should we begin?”

“this is the track we’re dancing to.” you fished out your phone to let him listen to the new version, noticing how youngjoon nod at you.

the said man approached, whispering words that had you wanting to facepalm. a gasp escaped your lips and jaehyun raised a brow in curiosity. “i’m gonna kill her-” your face bubbled up in subtle anger.

jaehyun couldn’t hear much, the volume of the interlude was loud enough to make your voices inaudible. he wasn’t good at lip reading too, but he felt different when his eyes met with yours. a smile you wore earlier flattened, your positivity was still there, yet little did he know the changes made on the spot. youngjoon walked back to the mixer and made jaehyun’s hair a mess.

oh how the gods and goddesses of love must’ve liked shooting arrows continuously at his barely-comprehending mind. he almost ran out of breath hearing those words come out of your mouth and he knew it wasn’t going to be that easy for him.

because to him you were a beautiful distraction.

he recalled how you first met in the practice room during kick-it era; comfy clothes, a chill person with light make-up colours and pretty much his friends instantly introduced themselves. he wished that he was close to you as taeyong was. hopefully by the time the whole concert video was out, fans wouldn’t make a meme out of him given the fact that they did when mc-ing for broadcasts, he unknowingly created a gap between himself and other girl groups.

half an hour had passed and perhaps at this minute, you decided to take back what you said; that they were fast learners. proven you wrong, again. some of them were but jaehyun kept messing up and you were close to losing your patience. he couldn’t get things right. whenever you asked him if he was alright, he claimed to have gotten the hang of the steps taught earlier.

what a lie that was. so far he has stepped your shoes, bumped you though they were minor, and missed some moves. what made you teeth grit was that he looked like he wasn’t aware he did those at all.

ugh look at him. he can do better than this. if he doesn’t catch up, i’m requesting for another member to dance with me.

although he quickly memorised his solo part before dancing with you, the one second break in between have already made him forget the next step. he wasn’t in the right mind, he knew that much and was continuously questioned himself why he lost concentration. dancing with naeun was an exemption. she was a fellow mc, and even then he was shy to hold her hand. but this? this was different. this was more than just holding hands. this included skinship he has never done before, let alone executing intimate movements.

“pretend you’re pulling a lever as she flicks her hips side and back the second time. your hands should be by her hips.” youngjoon instructed, observing jaehyun’s shaky movements at the mirror reflection with reference from the video you sent him before. “good. jae, body wave to the left. y/n to the right and both swing your shoulders outwards..”

but if he wasn’t in the right mind, you were slowly getting there too. the more you were faced with jaehyun, the more you head became fuzzy. you could feel yourself heating up and this wasn’t due to the dance at all. “y/n, caress his jaw and grab him close.”

jaehyun gulped, trying not mind his friends and focus on the routine. “oi, step in closer.” your senior said, nudging the boy at the back. “i said closer like you’re hugging her- ah.” youngjoon realised he made a mistake. the boy froze again and his figure hovered you, the lights above blocked by his shocked expression.

you were falling back.

at this rate, both of you might cause the other an embarrassment of a lifetime. you braced for impact and it was written on your face. jaehyun saw how you shut your eyes. he was afraid of injuring you and somehow did the unthinkable; not even his friends expected that from him and were worried the big guy might crush you. he flipped you around the moment you both were inches above the ground, landing on him instead. “mfgh. ow.” you heard him groan, followed by few gasps and shocked voices.

hesitantly, you opened an eye and felt his palms around your torso. he too had a sour face from the fall. “that was close.” jaehyun squinted you take a peek of you and let out a sigh, which already brought guilt showering over you. “glad you’re not injured-”

“are you two alright?” hana with concern, asked as others repeated the same question.

you got up to sit on your calves in apology but soon spotted hana and youngjoon grinning like their plan worked. so they did have something to do with this. “are you an idiot??” you sighed with a drumming heart, taking jaehyun aback. “you’re performing in two days and it’s best if i’m injured than you are.”

“hey, you’re dancing too..” jaehyun chuckled though was surprised with your sudden fits and tone of your voice, standing up to lend a hand. “..so it’s best if you’re not injured.”

he waited for you to respond to his offer and as you took it, you felt a painful throb at the left ankle. tsk, must’ve twisted a bit it when we fell. dammit jaehyun. you cleared your throat loudly. it came out more of a growl in an annoyed tone. “look, i don’t think you get it. you have two days to practice and there‘s only one you. there are many dancers who can replace me-”

“no, i don’t think you get it. you’re the only one who knows the choreography. you’re basically irreplaceable.”

perhaps if this was told to you in a different sight, you would be squirmy and walking on flowers now. but this was nothing of it. you had to remain professional and set your personal feelings aside.

“not unless if another dancer perfects the dance in two days..” you trailed off.

“okay okay, stop the talking and continue where you both left off. a fall like that shouldn’t be a reason why you’re quarrelling.” youngjoon clapped his hands, moving you in front of jaehyun to start from the top.

when you said that, jaehyun was unsure why you were suddenly irritated. he held his position for the duet before speaking words that had you all fluttery again. “well, i’m dancing with you and staff said it’s final.”

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the following day, your ankle swelled overnight and informed that you would teach jaehyun and yeri, whom you’ve chosen to be his dance partner— the only idol available prior to nct 127’s performance. you crossed arms, observing how she got the steps quicker than jaehyun. “i want you to pop your hips a little more and match the timing with jaehyun. look at him intently before he holds your hand and you letting go.”

a pout then was seen on her face, hesitant and shy to do what you instructed. “i know it’s weird but i’d like you to think what you’re doing is art..” you tried to sound encouraging and later saw jaehyun taking a break at the far end of the stage. “just expressed in forms of movements.”

yeri stifled a laugh, feeling a lot better now she saw how you looked at her fellow label-mate. “yeah that’s not how jaehyun sees it-” she hushed immediately for speaking her thoughts. “y/n, how has he not learned his part yet? didn’t you teach him yesterday?”

“trust me i did! jaehyun’s a great artist but he just doesn’t seemed focused like i imagined him to be.” you took a bite from your sandwich, and yeri giggled that you unconsciously ignored the first half of her sentence. “i mean his solo was a 15-second one. i don’t see why he would forget the rest of the 35-seconds.”

she pursed her lips and took sight of taeyong winking at her, hinting your density with these situations. “well i think he actually got the steps now.” she arched her brows, pointing at the direction where jaehyun was at. “i heard he works hard alone- not that i’m offending you! you’re a great teacher and dancer!”

you smiled as you crumpled the plastic wrap and tossed it in the bin. “none taken, i kinda understand why he would be nervous around me.”

her ears perked up and pulled you to the side. “ooh ooh you do? what is it? i’m in for the tea!”

“i pull a resting face while i monitor them. probably why he found it hard to approach me. he thinks i’m the kind who doesn’t want to be disturbed.” you and yeri walked further off the stage to sit at the very front.

she held her chest hearing how awful you might’ve felt from him. “aw that’s bitter tea! y/n i’m sure he doesn’t think that way! it just takes time, might be longer than the other guys but you’ll get there.”

“get to where?”

“to being friends, and not only the professional level.”

at another side of it, taeyong and the rest heard the whole conversation. they shared looks knowing that they had to relay the news to jaehyun, who was staring at you giggling away with yeri. he met eyes with them and had a thin lipped smile, walking towards his friends. “you guys are weird, quit the creepy smiles.”

doyoung smacked the boy’s head for the density his currently possessed. “do you know the impression she has on you?”

“who? yeri?”

now it was taeil’s turn to smack his head. “y/n, you dimwit.” he sighed, looking at your silhouette under dimmed light then onto jaehyun. “she thinks you’re great..”

“but what you do around her seems to have shown you’re not interested in her.” jungwoo completed his sentence.

jaehyun never felt so attacked by both from them and the facts thrown upon him. “what? no! i am interested in her!”

“then tell her that. it isn’t that hard to say you’re interested in being friends.” haechan bent to release the tension in his muscles.

they wanted to encourage him a little more yet were then called to stand-by for another practice, with the interlude as the beginning. the signal from the staff have ordered for the lightings and music to be queued and readied.

mark nudged him in a strength that nearly made him fall. “hey, it’s about the right time you get closer to her,” he said in a low voice, highkey referring to your ruptured ligament on your ankle yet jaehyun seemed to have missed the point. “or else there’ll be no development.”

jaehyun chugged on his bottle in silence. “what do you mean?”

“youngjoon hyung said she’ll be on leave for weeks. i don’t know how long but if you don’t do anything now, you’ll continue to live up to the impression without even talking to her.” he explained and cringed afterwards feeling taeyong and johnny’s presence among them.

“show her that what she choreographed for us is not in vain, okay?” johnny made his hair a mess, before leaving the stage to go to where you were. the stage director said his count down. you cheered on yeri with a thumbs up and the music started its tune.

a/n: can’t seem to add song in between texts, so here’s a link instead ;-; let me know if it doesn’t work :3

it was your choreography up there, that was soon to be shown to the world, recorded to be part of the rundown and later burnt in c.d’s. you felt nervous at the fact if they would really execute what you wanted to show— the form of art you put your sweat upon even if it were just 50 seconds. when jaehyun began taking yeri’s hand after his solo part, leading her then mirroring her movements, your heart squeezed for no reason. they should be able to nail this part until the last beat of the song.

but as you clenched your chest to prevent your hands from shaking, taeyong saw your expression, convincing him enough that your reaction towards this said otherwise.

the boys usually held a small dinner a day prior to the concert, for a good show and performance. yuta decided to invite you to a japanese restaurant nearby so you wouldn’t feel left out or feel a lot distant than you already were with them.

you prepared your essentials before meeting them, the tapes of your ankle band came loose and you reached to adjust it as discomfort was all you felt for a while. jaehyun knelt down to sit across you, licking his dry lips to simmer the nervousness he felt inside. “do you need help?” he asked when you looked up to notice his presence. “or is there anything i can do to help?”

“y-yeah. it needs a proper tightness to it.” you gave a faint nod. he smiled and held your left leg to rest it on his thigh.

silence was slowly killing him, he had to admit that at least. now that you both conversed, what then? would this just be another acquaintance talk like yesterday, where it was only a mere one? nothing else to it? nothing happened?

jaehyun wanted to set the professionalism to the side, heed to his friends’ words and actually become close to you. perhaps put his feelings for you behind him for the meantime. “sorry.” he conceded, which made you confused for a second. “i’m sorry.”

“from the fall yesterday?” you stretched back that your palms were your support as he taped the band around. jaehyun shook his head, making you more confused. “then what are you apologising for?”

“for making you feel like i didn’t want to talk to you since you arrived.”

you stared at him, lips parting when you finally grasped his purpose. “oh.. that! it’s okay. i’m not expecting to be that level of friends immediately.” you chuckled awkwardly because it was a bit of a lie. i mean it took a while to be good friends with the others-”

“i’m sorry that i chose not to talk to you and it might have given you a bad impression of me.” he took your shoe so you could wear and head to the restaurant. “i guess it really is difficult to when i admire you a lot. heck i even asked my groupmates to tone down their knowledge about that because they have plans to embarrass-”

he jolted at the drop of your phone and your sigh, eyes wandering and wavering at it then looking to you. he helped you stand up and when he did too, you sighed heavier, flattened lips and a smile. “my anxiety convinced me that you hated me.” you confessed, finally letting out the worry that has been bothering you for months.

you shyly looked back at him and noticed how he was fidgety as you were. you couldn’t handle the visuals he has— even more now that he was close to you. so ethereal and magnetising.

maybe this was what the somersaults you’ve been feeling all the time. the unexplainable gut feeling that you’d be pulled into something you couldn’t handle?

it was him.

jaehyun panicked at the word. “h-hate? i don’t! not even a bit. i really like you!” he sputtered, then waving his hands to deny his feelings. “i mean like as in like you as person and your dedication to all this.”

“heh..” you both turned to the voice and taeyong smirked what he heard. “just tell her already, jae.” he pointed out, and you were left clueless as they shared the same brain cell. jaehyun’s eyes grew, hoping that his friend wouldn’t expose him, but taeyong answered him with his eyes, as if his voice was almost telepathic.

‘not confessing! you’re not at that intimacy level yet! tell y/n that you wanna hang with her!’

“i-i just wanna get closer to you?” he pondered, scratching his neck from the tornado of feelings whirling inside. “as friends, not as workmates or anything.” he waited for your response, staring in your magnetising orbs that lured him into something deeper.

“we would’ve been if we talked earlier on.” you smiled, hinting that you didn’t mind taking that step with him too. “but yeah, same here, jaehyun.”

jaehyun smiled genuinely at you for the first time, no awkwardness nor forcing himself to. “yes!” he had his fists up with ecstasy that you said his name, only to panic at the time. the dinner was already starting.

taeyong exhaled and swung his arms to let the blood flow normally. “ah, now that’s settled. let’s get to the restaurant too.”

you punched his arm and he flinched at the impact and hissed that it came out more of a question than a reaction you expected. “what you get for lying that you didn’t know anything.” you stuck a tongue out.

“and i’m supposed to pay the price for it?” he rubbed to sooth the pain. “not fair.”

walking to the backstage, you slowly lifted your foot to head down the stairs. “don’t worry, they’ll get their punches from me real soon.” you whistled.

jaehyun took your hand, supporting your weight at the same time. he couldn’t rush you in the state you’re in.

“what about jaehyun? he’s the one who did all this, and had the rest of us included.” taeyong jut his lips to point to the boy, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jackets. “he should get a punch too.”

“i’m not punching someone who wants to be closer to me. it’s not a good.. first impression.” you hid a laugh with flattened lips, jaehyun mirrored you and gave a flirty wink.

with that, he managed to magnetise you, just to make his gap with you,

closer.

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m.l. - nct 127

full main masterlist

nct 127 works under the cut

Entangled- (DISCONTINUED) mafia!au, taeyong x reader

Taeyong and T-yong live in different worlds. Taeyong is a small business owner, prideful of his cafe and bakery. T-yong runs a different kind of business, one that operates much more under the table. When you start your new job at the Cherry on Top cafe and bakery, you’re thrown into the middle of a turf war, family secrets, and two very different men vying for your heart. What could go wrong?

Taeyong as a College Student

Taeil as a College Student

It’s a Deal- supernatural!au, johnny x reader x jaehyun

Johnny had been begging you to date him for the past two years. You always declined, but he was persistent. So you made him a deal. You would date him when pigs fly and when hell froze over. Needless to say, he had some explaining to do on your date the following evening.

Ready Player One? - (coming soon) college!au, social media!au, enemy!johnny x reader x best friend!jaemin

it was no secret that you and johnny despised each other. sub tweets and indirect comments on streams made it all too obvious about your shared disgust. but now both of you were at the top of your career, getting brand deals and sponsorships and winning tournaments. one shared brand deal later and the world as you know it turns upside down. will you find common ground?

Enemy- johnny x reader (smut) (PART TWO)

you absolutely, 100% loathe johnny seo. what happens when you find yourself stuck in an elevator with him?

[10:35 PM]- johnny smut

Johnny as a College Student

pierced- (smut)

yuta tries to surprise you with nipple piercings. 

Yuta as a College Student

Honey- nonidol!au, famous!reader, social media!au, doyoung x reader (COMPLETED)

doyoung idolizes y/n, and when he posts a cover of your new song, he doesn’t expect his life to turn upside down. Can he handle newfound fame, or will he turn into someone he doesn’t recognize?

Give ‘Em a Show- doyoung x reader (smut)

You’re a brat and doyoung puts you in your place

Doyoung as a College Student

The Backup Plan - famous!jaehyun x backup dancer! reader

Jaehyun is a successful model, and after debuting as a singer, a successful idol too. You’re a backup dancer for SM, and a huge fan of Jaehyun. After some unfortunate events, you find yourself closer to him than you would’ve ever imagined. Would this be your yn moment? Or will your relationship spiral out of control?

It’s a Deal- supernatural!au, johnny x reader x jaehyun

Johnny had been begging you to date him for the past two years. You always declined, but he was persistent. So you made him a deal. You would date him when pigs fly and when hell froze over. Needless to say, he had some explaining to do on your date the following evening.

Valentine- jaehyun! x reader (smut, fluff, angst)

a lifetime together as told through 37 Valentine’s Days.

You’re On, Doll- jaehyun x reader (a tiny bit of angst, smut, and fluff)

You and Jaehyun are CEO’s of rival companies, hating each other for as long as you can remember. Will you be able to find common ground after an important file goes missing, or will the two of you never quite see eye to eye?

Jaehyun as a College Student

nothing yet :(

Jungwoo as a College Student

Forbidden Fruit (1) and (2)- mark x reader (smut)

mark is the epitome of innocence. pastor’s son and good christian boy. can he be tempted by the forbidden fruit?

[12:53]- Mark (smut)

Mark as a College Student

Haechan wants a snack from the store (fake texts)

Haechan as a College Student