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Happy new year everybody 🎀

Wishing you all a good year filled with good hair days, clear skin, and fun nights out. Stay happy, healthy and safe!!

#nct

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stop this has been doing so well ty 🥹

love language -Mark Lee

Mark, your classmate, had a huge crush on you, but he was way too awkward and shy to talk to you. Instead, his love language to you was music.

He'd quietly snatch a place next to you on the bus and after some time probably offer you one side of his earphones. “Uh.. if you like.. wanna..” He was so flustered and awkward about it, you found it cute.

He asked you what you wanna listen to, knowing exactly which song he'd play when you said you were okay with anything he plays.

Mark had a playlist of songs to listen with you, full of songs he's listened to over and over again to make sure they match your taste and convey the genuine amount of attraction he holds for you. He probably psychoanalysed every lyric to make them coincide with the situation you're both in.

“What's the name of this song? Its really good.” You asked after each song ended.

That's when he knew he had done a good job, and smiled and blushed before eagerly sharing the song with you.

Of course he'd let you choose music as well, and he'll make a mental note of the songs you recommended to him and listened to with him. Coincidentally (not), those same songs will end up being his most played for the rest of the year.

Something about sitting next to each other and sharing a mere wire between the two of you felt so intimate, especially because you were both too shy to talk to each other. Neither of you were paying attention to anything else on the bus, all the chaos seemed to have been cut off as the song connected the both of you, looking away from each other, humming the tune and bopping your heads. Sometimes Mark looked at you and found you lipsyncing along to the lyrics while looking out the window. Your shoulders were touching each other's. The single wire of the earphone hung between the two of you.

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#nct #ily <3

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I CHANGED MY THEME AGAIN BC IM INDECISIVE ASF LMAOOO👹

I was going thru my previous work and i realised that most of my works are kind of this highschool retro concept do not know why lol so I decided to change the aesthetic according to that<333333

also my NCT 127 masterlist isn't working AGAIN (Tumblr hates me 😋) so pls bear w me while I try to fix it ✋🏻

The other masterlists are working thooo! Ty for sm love do send in asks<3

𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

when you smile, I like it too ♫

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nct appreciation space 😔💚✨

I write all things nct fluff! (Mostly dreamies, but i do other members on requests too!!) Not an expert, I just do it because I like it<3

Requests open all the time<3 pls feel free to interact!!

𝐌𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ☄: ̗̀➛ #🦋🦋🦋: 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 #𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬🌼: 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 #𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧: 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

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𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥! 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩! 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝<𝟑

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love language -Mark Lee

Mark, your classmate, had a huge crush on you, but he was way too awkward and shy to talk to you. Instead, his love language to you was music.

He'd quietly snatch a place next to you on the bus and after some time probably offer you one side of his earphones. “Uh.. if you like.. wanna..” He was so flustered and awkward about it, you found it cute.

He asked you what you wanna listen to, knowing exactly which song he'd play when you said you were okay with anything he plays.

Mark had a playlist of songs to listen with you, full of songs he's listened to over and over again to make sure they match your taste and convey the genuine amount of attraction he holds for you. He probably psychoanalysed every lyric to make them coincide with the situation you're both in.

“What's the name of this song? Its really good.” You asked after each song ended.

That's when he knew he had done a good job, and smiled and blushed before eagerly sharing the song with you.

Of course he'd let you choose music as well, and he'll make a mental note of the songs you recommended to him and listened to with him. Coincidentally (not), those same songs will end up being his most played for the rest of the year.

Something about sitting next to each other and sharing a mere wire between the two of you felt so intimate, especially because you were both too shy to talk to each other. Neither of you were paying attention to anything else on the bus, all the chaos seemed to have been cut off as the song connected the both of you, looking away from each other, humming the tune and bopping your heads. Sometimes Mark looked at you and found you lipsyncing along to the lyrics while looking out the window. Your shoulders were touching each other's. The single wire of the earphone hung between the two of you.

send in asks!

masterlist

#nct #nct u #nct x reader #nct fluff #fluff #idol x reader #nct 127 #nct dream #nct wayv #nct 127 x reader #mark #mark x reader #mark fluff #mark lee #mark lee x reader #mark lee fluff #lee minhyung #minhyung #mark lee aesthetic #nct 127 fluff #nct mark #nct mark lee

[hyvcklvr]

Hehe it's been a LONGGGGG time!! I'm trying to get back into writing and I guess my own heartbreaks and delusions are helping me lol. Thank you for showing love to this! Asks are open, feel free to interact<3

Also should I do this for any other members?..????

Jaemin probably gives the nicest touches. Going to bed with him would always be a 10/10. He'd pull you in till you can feel his breath on your ears and are snuggled into his neck. He'd stroke your hair and caress your cheeks, spread light kisses all over your face, not leaving an inch empty. He'd rub your back when you've had a bad day. He knows all the sensitive spots, like rubbing behind your neck, ears or under your jawline, which always gets you sighing out in relief. He'd cuddle into your neck when he's feeling tired, peppering kisses on your shoulder. He's literally a dream come true for a cuddle person.

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#nct #nct u #nct x reader #nct fluff #fluff #idol x reader #nct 127 #nct dream #nct wayv #nct 127 x reader #jaemin #na jaemin fluff

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Jaemin probably gives the nicest touches. Going to bed with him would always be a 10/10. He'd pull you in till you can feel his breath on your ears and are snuggled into his neck. He'd stroke your hair and caress your cheeks, spread light kisses all over your face, not leaving an inch empty. He'd rub your back when you've had a bad day. He knows all the sensitive spots, like rubbing behind your neck, ears or under your jawline, which always gets you sighing out in relief. He'd cuddle into your neck when he's feeling tired, peppering kisses on your shoulder. He's literally a dream come true for a cuddle person.

send in asks!

m.list

#can you tell im touch starved #nct #nct u #nct x reader #nct fluff #fluff #idol x reader #nct 127 #nct dream #nct wayv #nct 127 x reader #jaemin #na jaemin fluff #jaemin fluff #na jaemin #na jaemin x reader #jaemin x reader #nct dream x reader fluff #nct dream x reader #kpop fluff #was thinking of making this a series lol

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you're the star I look for every night ⭐

#haechan aesthetic #haechan #haechan lee #lee donghyuck #nct #nct u #nct fluff #nct 127 #nct dream #nct wayv #nct moodboard #moodboard #kpop #kpop moodboard #aesthetic #haechan moodboard

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i FINALLY fixed it!!! A lot of my posts got deleted tho somehow so i had to remove them. I intend to rewrite some of my fav ones, and edit some of the older ones but for now, the masterlist is working as good as new.

Also, I removed Sungchan, Shotaro and Lucas, but that doesnt mean I don't support them. I will always remain an ot23 supporter at heart. I hope whatever they do in the future, they'll be successful. I'll always love and miss them sm</3

Main | M.list

All my works are fluff with either angst, suggestive, or none.

Requests open&lt;;33

❃: Fluff ♡: Suggestive ✧: angst

NCT 127

NCT DREAM

WAYV

Series:

Hello Future: Na Jaemin

More coming soon!

⬸☄⋆𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

#nct

[hyvcklvr]

hello everybody. I'm so glad I was able to get back into writing. I don't know if I'm gonna be able to continue it, but I've written something atleast. Thank you to the girl who been my muse for this. If you're seeing this by any chance, no you're not :)

Send in requests!!! Lmk what you think about this<3

[this is based on real life experiences of the author, aka me. Except I'm not Mark and I'm a girl. Ty.]

[1:11 a.m.] Amor.

“There is a law somewhere that says that when one person is thoroughly smitten with the other, the other must unavoidably be smitten as well.

Amor ch'a null'amato amar perdona

Love, which exempts no one who's loved from loving.”

Mark lay in his bed, arms and legs sprawled out as he blankly stared into the ceiling. Beside him lay his copy of “Call Me By Your Name”, with one of the pages fluttering back and forth due to the wind coming from the air conditioner, as if it were trying to choose a direction to go where it could finally rest upon the page below it. Quite like Mark's heart, he thought. Fluttering and fluttering, trying to do something, make a decision, a choice, anything, but alas, he had no say in this.

For Mark's heart at the moment had already been stolen by someone else. It was the heart of a person so purely and entirely in love.

It's been a week, Mark thought. A week since he'd seen her. The one he dedicated hours of walking to school and pages of his journal to.

Mark knew that falling wouldn't be easy. It never is. Not for him. Not for anyone. But one look into her brown eyes and Mark knew, he just knew, she was worth it.

Mark thought that he had fallen in love with her the day he saw her sitting alone in the bus, with the sun setting and the light falling on her face, illuminating and painting her features with shades of orange, red and pink. Shades of the sunset. Mark was mesmerized. Everything happening around him was suddenly a blur to him, and all he could focus on was her soft smile as she waved her friend goodbye from the window.

Her smile? It was to die for. Yeah, Mark had seen pretty smiles before. He had liked girls before with pretty smiles.

But her smile wasn't just pretty. It was comforting. Somehow, seeing her heart shaped lips curl up into a smile, her usually gloomy and resting face brighten and her big, brown eyes which were quiet, but always wide open in curiosity turn into pretty crescents, felt like a hug to Mark. Watching her tilt her head back and laugh was like looking at a painting and Mark wanted to click a picture and save it forever.

Mark had not just fallen for her this time, he had literally tumbled down a hill for her. His notebook was filled with lyrics for her, his sketchbook filled with desperate attempts of capturing her face on paper.

She claimed she wasn't a quiet person. “I'm not quiet.” She told Mark one day. “It's just that the people aren't the right people.”

And oh, Mark was ready to give away everything just to be the right person. Was he? He thought to himself sometimes. He was a pretty talkative person, but for her, he'd shut up and listen to her talk all day long. He loved it when she talked to him on their way back home. She'd always be so excited, with big bright eyes itching to reveal something or the other everyday. Usually their conversations would start with her saying "You know what happened today?”

“No. No I don't. But please, tell me. I wanna know everything that has happened in your life.” Mark thought.

And she did tell him everything, the excitement in her voice getting evident as the story gets more and more interesting. Making big hand gestures and jumping about in her seat. She was an author, he thought, because she always had a story to tell. Mark? Well. He was just a fan. A fan who'd listen to every story with detail. Almost as if he were a critique, a poor one, for he had nothing to criticize in her stories. No, to him, she was perfect.

Some moments with her were simply. Simply intimate. Intimate in the most non-intimate way possible. It could be one of the riskier moves Mark had pulled, like when he slid in next to her on a seat one day, asking if she wanted to listen to music. They had the same taste in music, and then onwards, they'd sit next to each other almost everyday, his black earphones connecting them as they say there next to each other, bopping their heads to the music. So close but so far.

It could be something simple, like her resting her chin on the backrest of Mark's seat, while Mark is sitting with his arms over the sam backrest, hand so close to her soft brown hair, palm itching to just stroke it while they say there in silence. She quite enjoyed sitting in silence. He was never a fan of it, but silence wasn't as scary as it seemed when he was with her. She enjoyed his presence, he hoped, because she had told him one day, when he was whining about how none of his friends were present, “I like quiet days. Besides, it's more peaceful right now with just the two of us, don't you think?”

Yes, yes and a thousand times, yes.

And Mark lay there, on his bed, at 1 a.m., with his copy of “Call Me By Your Name” in his hands. He was hopeful. Love, which exempts no one who's loved from loving. He remembered how she had flushed tomato red when he had hugged her on his birthday. He remembered the feeling of having her in his arms, even if it was for a moment. The warmth she radiated, how she was home in itself. It made him wonder, that maybe deep inside those shy glances, that small smile, that eagerness when she talked to him, maybe, just maybe, she reciprocated his feelings?

Mark cracked a smile at that. “I'm delusional.” He thought, as he buried his face in his pillow and kicked his feet in the air as if he had come straight out of a teen girl movie.

“amor ch'a null'amato amar perdona”

Maybe, there was hope.

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[user hyvcklvr is also terribly in love. this is based on real life experiences of mine. Except I'm not Mark and I'm a girl. Quote at the beginning is from Call Me By Your Name by André Aciman. Send in requests pls. Lmk what you think. Ty.]

[1:11 a.m.] Amor.

“There is a law somewhere that says that when one person is thoroughly smitten with the other, the other must unavoidably be smitten as well.

Amor ch'a null'amato amar perdona

Love, which exempts no one who's loved from loving.”

Mark lay in his bed, arms and legs sprawled out as he blankly stared into the ceiling. Beside him lay his copy of “Call Me By Your Name”, with one of the pages fluttering back and forth due to the wind coming from the air conditioner, as if it were trying to choose a direction to go where it could finally rest upon the page below it. Quite like Mark's heart, he thought. Fluttering and fluttering, trying to do something, make a decision, a choice, anything, but alas, he had no say in this.

For Mark's heart at the moment had already been stolen by someone else. It was the heart of a person so purely and entirely in love.

It's been a week, Mark thought. A week since he'd seen her. The one he dedicated hours of walking to school and pages of his journal to.

Mark knew that falling wouldn't be easy. It never is. Not for him. Not for anyone. But one look into her brown eyes and Mark knew, he just knew, she was worth it.

Mark thought that he had fallen in love with her the day he saw her sitting alone in the bus, with the sun setting and the light falling on her face, illuminating and painting her features with shades of orange, red and pink. Shades of the sunset. Mark was mesmerized. Everything happening around him was suddenly a blur to him, and all he could focus on was her soft smile as she waved her friend goodbye from the window.

Her smile? It was to die for. Yeah, Mark had seen pretty smiles before. He had liked girls before with pretty smiles.

But her smile wasn't just pretty. It was comforting. Somehow, seeing her heart shaped lips curl up into a smile, her usually gloomy and resting face brighten and her big, brown eyes which were quiet, but always wide open in curiosity turn into pretty crescents, felt like a hug to Mark. Watching her tilt her head back and laugh was like looking at a painting and Mark wanted to click a picture and save it forever.

Mark had not just fallen for her this time, he had literally tumbled down a hill for her. His notebook was filled with lyrics for her, his sketchbook filled with desperate attempts of capturing her face on paper.

She claimed she wasn't a quiet person. “I'm not quiet.” She told Mark one day. “It's just that the people aren't the right people.”

And oh, Mark was ready to give away everything just to be the right person. Was he? He thought to himself sometimes. He was a pretty talkative person, but for her, he'd shut up and listen to her talk all day long. He loved it when she talked to him on their way back home. She'd always be so excited, with big bright eyes itching to reveal something or the other everyday. Usually their conversations would start with her saying "You know what happened today?”

“No. No I don't. But please, tell me. I wanna know everything that has happened in your life.” Mark thought.

And she did tell him everything, the excitement in her voice getting evident as the story gets more and more interesting. Making big hand gestures and jumping about in her seat. She was an author, he thought, because she always had a story to tell. Mark? Well. He was just a fan. A fan who'd listen to every story with detail. Almost as if he were a critique, a poor one, for he had nothing to criticize in her stories. No, to him, she was perfect.

Some moments with her were simply. Simply intimate. Intimate in the most non-intimate way possible. It could be one of the riskier moves Mark had pulled, like when he slid in next to her on a seat one day, asking if she wanted to listen to music. They had the same taste in music, and then onwards, they'd sit next to each other almost everyday, his black earphones connecting them as they say there next to each other, bopping their heads to the music. So close but so far.

It could be something simple, like her resting her chin on the backrest of Mark's seat, while Mark is sitting with his arms over the sam backrest, hand so close to her soft brown hair, palm itching to just stroke it while they say there in silence. She quite enjoyed sitting in silence. He was never a fan of it, but silence wasn't as scary as it seemed when he was with her. She enjoyed his presence, he hoped, because she had told him one day, when he was whining about how none of his friends were present, “I like quiet days. Besides, it's more peaceful right now with just the two of us, don't you think?”

Yes, yes and a thousand times, yes.

And Mark lay there, on his bed, at 1 a.m., with his copy of “Call Me By Your Name” in his hands. He was hopeful. Love, which exempts no one who's loved from loving. He remembered how she had flushed tomato red when he had hugged her on his birthday. He remembered the feeling of having her in his arms, even if it was for a moment. The warmth she radiated, how she was home in itself. It made him wonder, that maybe deep inside those shy glances, that small smile, that eagerness when she talked to him, maybe, just maybe, she reciprocated his feelings?

Mark cracked a smile at that. “I'm delusional.” He thought, as he buried his face in his pillow and kicked his feet in the air as if he had come straight out of a teen girl movie.

“amor ch'a null'amato amar perdona”

Maybe, there was hope.

#nct #nct u #nct x reader #nct fluff #fluff #idol x reader #nct dream #nct wayv #nct dream x reader #nct dream x reader fluff #nct 127 #nct 127 x reader #nct 127 mark #mark #mark lee x reader #mark lee #kpop fluff #nct 127 fluff #nct dream fluff #superm

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i found one of your fics and i came to find the rest but your masterlist isn’t working :(( none of the links work, they all say there’s no posts

Hi! Thank you so much for informing. I already know about this problem and i am trying to fix it as soon as possible. Really sorry for this inconvenience. I will try my best to fix it quickly.

[hyvcklvr]

Truly heartbroken rn. This beautiful smile will be missed</3

Rest in peace, angel. I hope you're happier where you are right now<3

Sending my heartfelt condolences to his family, group members, and arohas. He's in a better place now 🤍

#moonbin

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hi sorry to bother you. I was wondering if you could do a scenario for nct dream where they like it when their gf scratches their back?

Thank you so much for your request! Requests are never a bother ok. I've tbh never written about anything like this before lol but I tried my best. I hope you like it<3

I got another request like this for head pats, but unfortunately I deleted it accidentally so I'll be including that scenario in this one too! It ended up being something like how simple touches help the dreamies relax but I hope you like it anyway!

Requests open!!

Relax

Mark: Starting off with Mark, who is big on skinship even if he doesn't show it all the time. He melts to your every touch as if he's a stick of butter. When he's having a hard time, you softly caress his back, lightly scratching it and oh- it's like electricity courses through his veins. Suddenly he's forgotten everything and he's in cloud nine when you run a hand through his hair and pat his head, "it's okay baby, relax." You say and all he can think of is you and your somehow magical touch.

Haechan: Even though Haechan is always the one who's initiating the skinship, mostly giving it, not many know how much he likes to be touched, even in a non sensual way. He had a habit of lying on his stomach when he's going through his phone before bed, and soon you'll settle down next to him, phone in your hand, lying on your back. It's the one time of the day which both of you devote to work emails and important texts, and you have the habit of reaching out your hand and putting it on Haechan's back, and maybe softly giving it scratches. He thinks he does a good job in hiding how much he likes it but it's all lies, you see right through him. The minute you start caressing his hair he drops his phone, eyes closing and sleep overtaking him. "Gosh, you're such a baby." You laugh, looking at his half lidded eyes and he hums in agreement. "Mhm. Just for you." He says before pulling you closer and snuggling under the blanket with you.

Renjun: Renjun pretends to not like it when you're clingy with him, but he actually loves it. He loves it when you treat him like his little baby, giving him neck massages while he's working or absentmindedly scratching his back when you're going through your phone. He doesn't make a single sound and you don't notice that he has his eyes closed and head laid back until you look over to him. You'd coo at the sight, "Does my baby like this?" You'd say, gently caressing his hair with your fingers. He'd blush crimson, trying hard not to smile when he grumbles a small "shut up." But you know he doesn't want you to shut up when he pulls you in closer and buries his head in your neck. You give him a pat on his head as if he's some kid, and he loves it.

Jeno: Jeno's friends call him a puppy, and true to this name, he absolutely adores it when you'd lie next to him at night and caress his hair. Your perfectly manicured nails gave soft scratches to his back and he shivered, his hold on your waist becoming tighter. It feels like you're softly lulling him to sleep, and it's almost ironic how this huge man is a baby for you. None of you are big on talking, the minute he starts falling asleep, you give him a kiss on his cheek and whisper a small good night to him. He doesn't forget to reciprocate your actions, by kissing every inch of your face before going to sleep.

Jaemin: Jaemin very openly enjoyed your touches, but he was still shy to voice it out. You'd be cuddling on the couch with him and he'd pull your hand and rest it on your head, avoiding eye contact, simply smiling at the ground and that very minute you knew what he wanted, and you'd give it to him. You'd softly rake your fingers through his hair, hands slowly working their way towards his back where you'd scratch softly and he'd let out a sigh of relief, because after a long day of work this is just what he needed. He'd always remember to pay you back for the favour, by holding you as close as possible to himself, which you liked very much. The words between both of you were unspoken, but you knew each other well enough to know what the other needed at which moment.

Chenle: Chenle never thought he'd be into something like that, but when you absentmindedly caressed his hair that night while cuddling, something sparked inside of him. He loved it and it was evident on his face. “Do you like this?” You asked, and he smiled, nodding his head. You ruffled his hair and pressed kisses all over his face while softly raking your nails along the length of his back. You could feel his muscles relaxing under your touch, and before you knew it, he was fast asleep, hugging you with your head buried at the crook of his neck.

Jisung: Jisung would never directly ask you, but it was so relaxing to him. He'd crawl into the bed next to you at night and just sit there for a moment, and when you didn't give him the attention he wanted, he'd huff and fidget, as if he were a little kid. Finally you'd look at him, and he'd hold your hand, stroking it with his fingers. “Can-can you just...help me relax? I've had a bad day.” He'd mumble and you'd coo at him, immediately pulling him closer. “Oh baby, all you had to is ask.” He'd snuggle closer to you, resting his head in your shoulder and you'd softly caress his hair, maybe even massage his neck before dragging your fingers up and down across his back. It was perfect, he thought.

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[11:45 p.m.] sleepy

Jaemin insisted that you go to bed with him, but he finally went to sleep after you promised him you won't take too much time. That was a lie, because you knew you'd end up staying awake all night. You were used to it, your sleep schedule was pretty messed up already. There was way too much pressure going on at work, and you had only a few hours at hand a presentation to prepare. You got up at about 11:45 p.m. from your desk and stretched a little. Behind you, Jaemin was fast asleep on the bed. You tiptoed out of the bedroom as softly as you could and went to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. After you were done, you washed the glass in the sink and put it back in its shelf, and that's when you felt two hands snaking around your waist. You felt your heart rate increase when a familiar voice whispered in your ear, "I thought you weren't gonna take too much time." You let out a sigh of relief when the familiar scent of the vanilla body wash your husband uses surrounded you, and you turned around, facing Jaemin- frowning, his eyes half lidded and sleepy, hair sticking out in all directions. "God, you scared the shit out of me." You said, putting a hand on your chest to calm yourself down. "You need to sleep." Jaemin said, leaning forward and almost falling asleep on your shoulder. "I can't, Jaem. I need to finish my work." You said, caressing the back of Jaemin's head. He groaned in protest, and you sighed. He really did act like a child sometimes. "Come on, get up baby, you're too heavy for me to carry." You said and Jaemin shook his head which was still on your shoulder, and moments later you felt yourself being lifted up as if you were a sack of potatoes. "Jaemin!" You exclaimed, but he walk to your shared bedroom and put you on the bed, taking his place beside you and covering you with the blanket. You felt him trap you in his arms as you instinctively shuffled closer to him, and he softly caressed your head, pressing a light kiss to your forehead. "Sleep, hm?" And almost like a command, sleep immediately came over to you when you wrapped your arms around him and heard his voice. All thoughts of work and stress being pushed away from your mind. And Jaemin's embrace itself felt like a comforting kiss to your lips.

this was short and quick, lol I just felt very lonely and this was comforting to write. requests open

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I was going to add my new work to my masterlist when I noticed NONE OF THE LINKS ARE WORKING APPARANTLY?? I don't know if its just on my device but please reach out to me if you notice my masterlist links are not working and I will try my best to fix this issue as soon as possible. till then, you can read my new work here

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[12:06 p.m.] Force of Attraction

It was recess, and when Renjun walked into the class, it was almost practically empty, with maybe two or three students sitting here and there. His eyes searched the room carefully till they landed on your figure, your head on the desk, facing the window beside you. He walked up to you and gave you a soft nudge. No response. He sat on the seat in front of yours and peered over your head to see your face, only to find out you were asleep. He shook his head. "This girl will fall asleep anywhere at any time." He muttered to himself. Looking around he realised that even the two or three people in the room had left, and both of you were alone in the classroom. The weather was nice, a cool wind accompanied by warm sunlight which fell on your face. Renjun examined how calm and different you looked when you were not always talking and laughing. He found himself putting his head next to yours, facing you. He felt something weird in his chest. He'd always thought about how he befriended you. He was a quiet, serious kid. And then you came in, like a splash of colour in his back and white life. You took him to new places, to new friends, to new thoughts, and new feelings. And he would never admit it, but he'd follow you everywhere. Renjun always found himself wondering, what force attracted him to you? He observed you more, as if he were the critic and you, the artwork. He'd always admired your ability of talking to everybody and making friends everywhere. For the first time maybe, he found himself admiring your beauty. "You're pretty." He found himself whispering, and he immediately sat up. There's no way he just called you pretty, he thought to himself. The sudden movement of the desk caused you to wake up, and you opened your eyes, immediately squinting because of the sunlight. "Ouch, shit." You muttered, sitting up and fixing your already messy hair. You then noticed Renjun, who had successfully collected himself together again. "You were sitting here all the time watching me sleep?" You asked, to which he nodded. "You actually look nice when you're not blabbering all the time." He said, and you found yourself rolling your eyes and looking away. "Gee, thanks." You said, your cheeks giving you away. It was almost embarrassing, you thought. Blushing at the bare minimum? That was so not like you. But then again, this might have just been the first time Renjun had ever given you a compliment. "Wow I think the sunlight blinded me. You could've atleast covered the sun with your hand or something." Renjun gave you a weird look as you scooted closer to him, cupping his cheeks in your hand and letting out a sigh, shaking your head. "Tch Renjun, where are your romantic cells at? How will you ever get yourself a girl?" You said, patting his cheeks before letting go. Renjun gave you his familiar glare which you were used to. "I don't want to." He muttered in a low voice. "unless its you." some subconscious part of his mind said. "Shut up." he said in his mind."Sure you don't." You smiled. You looked at the time and suddenly got up, grabbing Renjun's hand. "Recess is almost over, but we still have some time. Let's go get a drink from the cafeteria. I'm craving some milk." And before Renjun could say something, you were pulling him with you, like you always do. And Renjun was following you, shaking his head as you jumped and skipped across class, pulling at his arm. Like he always did He found himself smiling, maybe, looking at you. He still wondered what kind of force of attraction he was experiencing.

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hehe kind of loving the new theme<3