#HAECHAN IS SO HIM AD MUCH AS TAEIL IS

[deryicantwait]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: NCT (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lee Donghyuck | Haechan/Moon Taeil Characters: Moon Taeil, Lee Donghyuck | Haechan, NCT Ensemble Additional Tags: vampire taeil, Werewolf Haechan, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, they are a sexy vampire and hot werewolf who just like getting freaky ok?, Rough Sex, Mild Blood, Vampire Bites, Compulsion, there are vampires so there will be mentions of blood and sucking blood but nothing bad!, and of course some vampire magics like compulsion, and lots of scratching, Strangers to Lovers Summary:

Vampires and werewolves have been enemies since the dawn of time. So when the app Par’amour matches Taeil, a vampire, with a werewolf, he is more than a little perplexed. But Haechan is cute, so Taeil gives him a chance. Who ever thought sleeping with your natural enemy could be this fun?

#THIS IS EVERYTHING #SO DAMN GOOD #HAECHAN IS SO HIM AD MUCH AS TAEIL IS #PLS I NEED MORE #haechan #nct werewolf #nct smut #nct 127 #nct ships #haechan x Taeil #taeil smut #haechan smut #nt 127 smut #nct au #nct vampire au #nct supernatural #i want more of this fic gender is amazing

[yeoosaangg]

Advantage || Kinktober - Day 22

pairing ▸ johnny suh × f!reader

now playing ▸ advantage - daniel di angelo

⤷ ❝i'll spend all my money on you 'cause you're worth it.❞

genre ▸ idol au, established relationship, smut

warnings ▸ daddy kink, choking, voyeurism, praise, hair pulling, rough sex

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Johnny: How's Daddy's cock feel, baby?

You whine as he guides you up and down.

You were only innocently sitting on his lap while watching a movie when he pulled your panties to the side and shoved his dick inside you.

Y/n: So good, Daddy. Very big!

Johnny: I know, love. But you're taking me in so well.

You look over to the other couch and bite your lip while watching your boyfriend's bandmates jerk off to you.

Johnny: Let them see your body, baby.

You pull his hoodie over your head, tits bouncing free from the fabric.

Jaehyun: Fucking hell, John. You lucky bastard.

You whine again, squeezing your nipples when your boyfriend's pace quickens. His hard cock pounds your little pussy so good, stretching it perfectly in his shape.

Y/n: Daddy, I wanna to cum again.

He kisses the back of your neck and gives you permission to make a mess all over his cock. He doesn't stop fucking you, adding onto your already overstimulated body.

Johnny: Such a good girl for Daddy, princess.

Y/n: I want more! Please, give me more.

He hums, ignoring your request.

He can fuck you however long you want - in front of whoever you want - but he's not sharing you with anybody. Not even his closest friends.

Your shyness is fading away the more wet your pussy gets. Your can't keep your moans to yourself anymore.

Johnny reaches a hand around and pulls you into his chest by your neck. Your moans sound broken the tighter his grip gets.

Jaehyun: Ah, shit. I'm gonna cum.

That made you moan louder, clenching around your boyfriend's cock.

Johnny: My little dove wants you to cum for her.

Jaehyun pumps his dick until he covers his entire abdomen in his sticky essence.

Mark watches the way Johnny folds you in half, cock destroying your dripping cunt with his hips. He plays with his own balls while you stare into his eyes.

Johnny: Moan his name, love. Help him cum.

You do as your told, rolling your eyes to the back of your head while Mark curses through his orgasm.

Johnny: Look at you, baby. So eager to do icky stuff in front of Daddy's friends.

You scream when he bends you even more then you already are, lower back starting to ache from his powerful thrusts.

Johnny: The others still need to cum, princess.

You look at the rest of them - Taeyong, Jungwoo, Yuta, Haechan, Doyoung and Taeil - and see that they're desperately jerking off while watching your cunt swallow your boyfriend's cock.

Haechan: It hurts so bad.

Y/n: Daddy's cock feels so big.

Johnny: Need me to go faster?

Y/n: Please! Wanna cum for your friends.

Yuta cums all over his hand, breathing heavily as he grabs some tissues to clean up his mess.

You scream once again, pulling yourself off of Johnny so you can squirt all over the floor near the others.

That all it takes for Taeyong and Taeil to cum in their own hands.

You don't waste time and turn around to properly straddle your boyfriend, bouncing on his big cock.

Johnny: That's right, baby. Use Daddy's cock and drool all over yourself.

His left hand pulls at the roots of your hair, holding your head back as his hips meet your desperate humps. His right hand wraps around your waist to keep you steady.

Johnny: You're doing so good, baby. Daddy's cock can feel just how much your needy cunt wants more of me.

Y/n: Daddy! Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum again!

He's also close, so he pounds into you harder than he has all night.

Y/n: C-Can they- Fuck! Can they cum on me?

Not this again.

But fine, whatever makes you happy.

Johnny: Only until Daddy cums inside your pretty pussy.

Y/n: Ok-Okay!

He applies more pressure on your throat to add to your already intense climb to orgasm. You feel him paint your gummy walls while while your juices mix together.

Johnny: You three can cum on her face and tits. But do not fucking touch her.

They nod, standing up after you've kneeled down on the ground. The way you look up at them and open your mouth gave them the final edge to cum all over you.

Jungwoo's cum lands on your nipples and chest. Haechan had aimed for your mouth and got most of it inside while Doyoung's gets on your eyes and cheeks.

You wipe your the cum off and lick your fingers clean, giggling at the way their jaws drop.

Johnny: Such a messy girl. Let's go get you cleaned up, beautiful.

Y/n: Yes, Daddy. And thank you for today.

They all coo at your little wave before getting carried away to your boyfriend's bedroom.

Haechan: God, that was so hot.

Jaehyun: Tell me about it.

Jungwoo: We should probably get changed.

They all awkwardly agree, noticing how they're still cock and balls out next to each other.

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a/n: why do i put myself through this? ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ now i'm down bad for them and want to write a poly fic (separate from this). not any time soon, though! thanks for reading ‹𝟹

#nct #nct imagines #nct oneshot #nct au #nct smut #nct drabbles #nct fanfic #nct fic #nct johnny #seo johnny #johnny seo #johnny suh #johnny suh x reader #johnny x reader #johnny nct #johnny smut #kinktober #kpop kinktober #nct kinktober #nct x reader #nct x you #nct x y/n #nct 127 #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 oneshot #nct 127 au #nct 127 smut #nct 127 drabbles #nct 127 fanfic #nct 127 johnny

[avianyuh]

masterlist

***this masterlist took forever because I had to scroll through SIX YEARS worth of work. this is the most updated masterlist on my page so use this one if you need navigation :) ***

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Who I write for:

-BTS💣

-NCT🟢 (mainly anyone that was apart of NCT 2018, but if you want WayV, I can do that!)

-Seventeen💎

-EXO❌⭕️

-Monsta X 🫡 (but I'm emotionally scarred from Wonho so idk...)

& sometimes SHINee

UPDATE 02/28/2024: girlies i have nothing to say about ATEEZ anymore, it's just not gonna happen so I took them out of the ML😥sorry. BUT, I will now be adding *some* second gen groups because the fics are LACKING. I already said in the past I would write for SHINee and I stand by that! I just don't have much to write for them atm. Does anyone want a BF!Minho? idk...Who wants SUJU? Well, it doesn't matter cuz I do😁 I will also add Jaejoong from TVXQ/JYJ, not the whole group for TVXQ cuz I'm really only familiar with him and Junsu. I will also start up again with EXO so keep a look out if you like those fics. Anyways, this was just a PSA I wanted to make.

🔍navigation help + notes🔎

-If a group is crossed out it means I no longer write for them

-Please don't be afraid to request something. idc if it's anon or not. if you want something written, just send in a request :) it will encourage me to get to whatever group someone requested faster. as long as they're mentioned above, I'll write for them (only because I like to be familiar with the members so I can write accurate depictions of them)

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*upcoming works*

-NCT something with Johnny *um idk, if not by the end of march then probs early april*

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BTS:

BTS reactions:

requested; bts reaction to you having diabetes and not taking care of yourself

requested; namjoon taking care of his chronically ill girlfriend

requested;BTS getting jealous over crush giving more attention to Yeontan or Bam

requested; Giving BTS flower crowns

requested: BTS accusing reader of leaking sensitive info

BTS HEADCANONS

requested; BTS helping S/O with finals

requested;BTS misses crush on tour but is too shy to confess

request; BTS gets jealous and confesses to crush

request; BTS comforts S/O who starts flunking exams

request: BTS Suga, Taehyung, Jungkook and their pets

requested: BTS as your brother

BTS AS BOYFRIENDS:

Hoseok/JHope

Yoongi/Suga

Namjoon/RM

One Shots;

Dinner Date, Jeon Jungkook

Time Off; Jung Hoseok

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NCT:

*I know this isn't all of nct in the pic, I just like it and it's hard to find unofficial photos of ALL of them, plus Yuta looks hawttt*

*edit:::changed photo in Feb.2024, still can't find a good photo with all of the members, plus some people have left, BUT I will always include Lucas if I find a good one because he was done so dirty by the f-ing saesangs. ANYWAYS...

I will always choose a pic where Yuta looks hot, so you have been blessed by this pic, ur welcome*

NCT headcanons;

a soft day with nct part one (taeil through jungwoo)

a soft day with nct part two (lucas through jisung)

nct as boyfriends (taeil through jungwoo)

nct as boyfriens (lucas through jisung)

christmas with nct (taeil through ten)

requested; how nct would confess to their crush (taeil through jungwoo)

NCT reactions:

nct u reaction to meeting your parents

requested; nct reaction to someone touching you inappropriately (taeil through mark)

requested: NCT reaction to you asking to move in together

nct reaction to you thinking you're fat: -yuta -jaehyun -mark

-taeyong -johnny

requested;NCT 127 commenting on GFs IG post

Individual member posts;

dating jaehyun

requested; dating mark

requested; dating haechan

requested; dating johnny

dating lucas

dating taeyong

dating yuta

requested; soft dom! winwin

NCT MLTs;

requested; NCT 127 MLT break up with current GF for their crush

One Shots;

making time;mark lee

tattoos; Yuta Nakamoto

'I'll Call You; Jaehyun' [part one] [part two] [part three] [part four]

requested; Taeyong fic

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SEVENTEEN:

SEVENTEEN AS BOYFRIENDS:

-The8/Minghao

-Hoshi/Soonyoung

-Jeonghan

-S.Coups/Seungcheol

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EXO:

EXO headcanons;

Oh Sehun as a boyfriend

Baekhyun as a boyfriend

a soft day with EXO (hyung line)

a soft day with EXO (maknae line)

One Shots;

insecure; Kai

baekhyun request

requested;baekhyun missing his ex

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MONSTA X:

MONSTA X AS BOYFRIENDS:

-Changkyun/I.M

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*PAST WORKS/GROUPS I DON'T WRITE FOR ANYMORE*

DAY6:

Day6 headcanons;

day6 as boyfriends

One Shots;

'I Love You'-Jae Version

'I Love You'- Young K

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GOT7

GOT7 as boyfriends

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TWICE:

TWICE one shots

Requested: A Trip With Jeongyeon

BLACKPINK:

BlackPink headcanons;

Jennie As Your Best Friend

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*NON KPOP RELATED/MY OWN ORIGINAL CHARACTERS;

Root Beer Float

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[muselin]

another one because my current yuta brain rot made me dream about that man and it's kinda embarrassing but let's go

don't ask me why my unconscious made such a dream like this but for some weird reason yuta ended up helping me stretch my hole after for some reason i brought it up to them (127) that i was small pls what the hell

This is brilliant. I have like half a dozen things to finish but my brain is frazzling and just wants to write NCT smutty drabbles and bits. I'm not sure which hole you meant but I've ended up turning this into a little anal training headcanon lol 🔞⛔️

Anal training with NCT127

Taeyong

Prefers to do it the old-fashioned way, with his fingers and with his face buried in your pussy the whole time. Gets you to sit on his face while he does it.

"Does it hurt? No? I'm going to put one more in, okay?" He raised his head and his eyes searched yours before he dipped back down, tongue swirling around your clit as he added a third finger and kept moving them in and out of your ass slowly, stretching you out.

Taeil

He prefers to start by eating your ass. You're comfortably laid out on your front, Taeil between your legs giving you a hell of a rim job. He teases you, tongue dipping in and out of your entrance as he wants for you to start whining and humping the mattress until he starts putting fingers in your little hole.

"You sure you're ready? It'd be fun to make you cum just with my tongue first..."

Johnny

A little adventurous, a little traditional. Johnny gets you used to anal beads quite quickly. He gets you on all fours, his long form blanketing yours as he works the beads in slowly and his long fingers stretch to tease your clit. He gets really hard hearing you moan as he starts to pull the beads out and you back your hips up against him, brushing against his cock.

"You seem ready for the bigger set already. This will be a piece of cake."

Yuta

Loves his toys and he's got you sitting in his lap riding a cone-shaped grooved dildo that he holds for you, gradually getting you to work the wider parts at the base inside of you. Runs a vibrator over your clit as you go and watches you like a hawk, doesn't want to miss any little noise or face you make.

"Getting tired yet? I hope not, it'll be so much more fun when it's me inside of you."

Doyoung

Cautious and uses loads and loads of lube. Uses his fingers or different sizes of dildos to get you used to the feeling but he's partial to becoming impatient so he indulges in different flavored lubes.

"As if you weren't tasty enough already but I quite like the cherry," His voice was muffled by your ass and his tongue was teasing around your rim as it stretched around a small dildo.

Jaehyun

Similar to Taeyong prefers to use his tongue and fingers but he's got you pretzeled up into whatever position lets him get the deepest inside of you. Usually on your back with your leg being pressed up towards your chest. Groans against your pussy and humps the mattress whenever he works another finger into your ass.

"Does it feel good? Look how much more you can fit now, almost ready".

Mark

Mind goes a mile a minute and his fingers are twitchy and nervous as he's working different sizes of butt plugs in and out your hole. He has you over his lap on all fours and he's so concentrated and methodical that you start to whine and make him hurry up. He spanks your ass and palms the flesh, kneading it and stroking.

"You made me lose track of which one we got up to. Don't make me spank you again."

Haechan

Shy to ask but gets really into it. Steals one of Yuta's toys and it's a bullet vibrator which he uses to get you ridiculously wet, which he then uses as lube because he forgot to bring any. Uses his fingers for the rest and likes to hold you against him so you can feel how hard he is while he works you up.

"Still feels tight. How are you ever going to fit my dick in there? I'm getting blue balls just thinking about it."

#nct smut #nct hard hours #nct 127 smut #nct 127 hard hours #nct smut reactions

[ggukkiedae]

Throwback 2018 #2 | Memories from the NCT 2018 Fan Party!

haechan has his arm around her shoulder but spots the camera and starts dancing. She just watches him until he stops and apologizes slightly embarrassed, making her laugh

“we’re going to meet our czennies… i feel so good” he started dancing again then looked at hannah “haeeunie how do you feel?” “i feel like tonight’s gonna be fun, i can’t wait.” “dance with me!” “...”

she did end up dancing with him

you can see a clip of hannah running to her actual position, which was on the other end of haechan’s position and different clips of her paying attention to taeyong

when kun and ten are taking selfies by the nct sign on the door, you hear a faint “kun baba!” and hannah appears to take the picture with them, but ten just stares at her “oh so he’s kun baba and i’m just ten oppa?” “duh, take the picture!” and kun’s just laughing at them

she looks at ten weird when he pulled faces, and laughed when renjun called him scary “i agree with injun, and you know it’s true because it’s me and injun that agreed on something”

while jaehyun taeil and ten were doing sexy post pictures, you can see johnny adjusting the chains on her boss outfit for her

when taeyong finishes his backstage spiel, she appears from behind him, trying to figure out her mic pack, so taeyong helps her with it

then there are snapshots of their performances, and an especially prominent clip of her performing firetruck with the rest of 127

there’s a clip of her smiling right at the people in standing and handing them the balls gently

taeyong approached her “our princess, how was today?” “it was fun to have everyone together, and i got to perform firetruck as a part of 127 for the first time! i hope you enjoyed as much as i did, czennie, bye!”

bonus! during the q&a

"hannah!" "yes!" "as the only girl here, everyone is curious to know what the roles of each member is in your life" "ah, well, the oppas are all big brother figures, mark in particular is like the most realistic sibling type brother i have, chenle and jisung are my babies, jeno and jaemin are my best friends, injun is the bane of my existence, duckie's my twin, and special shoutout to kun baba! kun baba is kun baba"

"is there a member who takes care of you most?" "on a normal basis maybe johnny oppa or jaeminie" *insert jaemin's 'yes, she forgets to let others take care of her when she's with us in dream'*

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drop an ask or a dm if you wanna be added or taken out of the taglist 🥰 requests are also open!

#hannah.nct2018 #hannah #lee hannah #lee haeeun #nct dream 8th member #nct 127 10th member #nct female member #nct female addition

[jyvnho]

Hello could I please request a NCT 127 reaction where yn purposely rejects their kisses just just to see their reaction hehe? Tqsm n I truly love your work!!

⌕ ⋮ nct 127's reaction to their s/o purposefully rejecting their kisses

✘ johnny

johnny is a little bothered by it but shrugs it off as you're simply not wanting to receive affection that day — he probably will give you space for the rest of the day until you give him a kiss (that's the green light for him)

✘ taeil

similar to johnny taeil doesn't let it bother him too much — he makes a mental reminder to try again in a few hours or so (if you tell him it was a joke tho he'll become quite affectionate and clingy)

✘ taeyong

taeyong questions life it's self, has a mental breakdown, and digs through ever corner of his brain to try and understand why you're dodging his kisses

✘ yuta

shrugs it off and acts like nothing wrong — poor you when yuta ignores your entire being until you have to literally flop on top of him and shower him in affection

✘ doyoung

entitled bitch rants for literal hours on how the affection he's so kindly giving you should be accepted with open arms and not ignored — doyoung actually becomes offended

✘ jaehyun

i genuinely think he panics when you turn down his kisses — like as soon as you dodge his lips, he's dumbfounded and running through his memory to see if he upset you somehow without knowing

✘ jungwoo

whines, clings, fake cries — any attention-seeking behaviour that one can do is being done by jungwoo until he gets what he deserves... fr tho please smother him with kisses in apology

✘ mark

borderline pouts, borderline is salty — he's sad because you turned down his affection but he's also mad that you turned it down (his saltiness and sadness come hand in hand babe)

✘ haechan

he gets mean ngl — haechan loves to give affection, especially in the form of kisses so to have his s/o turn down his kiss... it's unbelievable. smother him in kisses and maybe then he'll forgive you

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#nct x reader #nct imagine #nct reactions #nct scenarios #nct 127 x reader #nct 127 imagine #nct 127 reactions #nct 127 scenarios #kpop x reader #kpop imagine #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios

[nctsjiho]

What Kind Of Person Is JiHo (By NCT)

Fan Video By “GeeGeeGeeGeo” On Youtube

(indented text = comments added by the maker of the video) Hi everyone, my name is GeeGeeGeeGeo, and if you follow my on Twitter you might now me and my friends/followers have been working on a fan project for JiHo. During fansigns we tried to ask each member “What kind of person is JiHo (to you)” and we got almost all members’ answers.

I hope you enjoy this video and we hope that maybe JiHo gets to stumble upon this video and see how much her members care for her.

[Taeyong, ‘Favorite’ era fansign]

“JiHo?” he giggles and seems a bit surprised by the mention of JiHo’s name. “She’s a very hardworking and strong person. I think she can be a great role model to people as well. She’s very caring.”

[Taeil, ‘Favorite’ era fansign]

“JiHo?”

“Yes, what kind of person is she to you?”

Taeil thinks about it for a second while he signs the album on the table in front of him. “She’s a scary young sister.” Both him and the fan laugh. “But a sister I want to have around for forever.”

Taeil and JiHo moments are rare which is why I treasure moments like these a lot TT

[Johnny, ‘NCT 2021-Universe’ era fansign]

“She’s a pain in the a— butt,” he laughs loudly. “No, but really she’s a very kind person. I’m glad I’ve met her and that she’s in NCT. Sharing a stage with her is always a lot of fun.”

[Yuta, ‘Favorite’ era fansign]

“I think she’s actually mad at me currently?”

“Why?” the fan asks.

“I think she’s jealous I love Mark so much. You didn’t know that right?”

“What?”

“That JiHo can get really jealous about trivial things? I honestly don’t think it bothers her, but she likes to make me feel bad and uses a lot of aegyo towards the hyungs/oppas. She’s really cute, but only with the people she’s comfortable showing that side to. I’m grateful I’m one of those people.”

[Doyoung, ‘NCT 2021-Universe’ era fansign]

“She’s like my real sister. Really annoying sometimes, but I care for her a lot. JiHo is someone who gives a lot, even if it’s in very subtle ways. She gives you time and comfort. She gives you exactly what you need to feel better. But JiHo is hard at taking, she won’t let you help her fully. So I think she isn’t 100% [happy] at any given time. She’s a kind person... A one of a kind person.”

YES DOYOUNG MAKE ME UGLY CRY

[Jaehyun, (no idea when this fansign was...)]

“To me? She appreciates my humor. I think that says enough.“

idk what we expected from Jaehyun, but this seems about right TT 

[Jungwoo, ‘Favorite’ era fansign]

“She’s a fun person. I don’t know how Czennies see JiHo, but she’s really fun to be around. Sometimes she’s really scary though...”

[Mark, ‘Glitch Mode’ era fansign]

“That’s interesting that you would ask about her during my fansign.” He smirks and quickly starts laughing. “I’m just messing with you. JiHo is... JiHo is JiHo, I don’t know what to tell you.” He laughs again. “I think JiHo is an unique person you only get to understand if you know her. Even then! I don’t think I fully understand her, but I guess that’s her charm.”

ever the poetic Mark

[Haechan, ‘Favorite’ era fansign]

“JiHo is the type of person I want to tease, but I’m scared she’d get mad at me,” he chuckles sheepishly. “JiHo cares a lot for the younger members, but I see she cares about the older members a lot too.”

“Who does she care the most for?”

With a smirk her answers, “me.”

Dream on Haechannie, we all know the actual answer is Jisung, Chenle and Sungchan

[Renjun, ‘Glitch Mode’ era fansign]

“JiHo?, shouldn’t you be asking about me?”

“I’m sorry—”

“No don’t worry!” he laughs. “JiHo is someone who listens really well. Even if it looks like she didn’t listen or doesn’t care, she always does. Sometimes she surprises me or the other members with random things that we even forgot we said out loud. She’s someone I would feel comfortable confiding in.”

“Have you ever confided in her?”

Renjun nods and smiles, “I talked about my therapy before, right? Well I didn’t know JiHo that well back then, but now sometimes she’ll ask me to do art together and we’ll just talk to each other for hours. Sometimes she’ll just listen to me the whole time.”

crying rn

[Jeno, ‘Hot Sauce’ era fansign]

He immediately smiles brightly at the question. “She’s someone who despite having a hard time will make sure you are doing well. I think she’s a bit careless with herself at times. After you get to know her, she’s the kind of person you just want to be okay, because worrying about her or having a reason to worry about her is the hardest thing to go through.”

[Jaemin, ‘NCT 2021-Universe’ era fansign]

“She’s cute. She’s sweet. She’s nice to everyone. She’s a good person.’

[Chenle, ‘Beatbox’ era fansign]

“The kind of person that you don’t want to get on her bad side.”

“Are you speaking out of experience?” the fan asks and both of them laugh.

“Not really, but I’ve seen her get annoyed a handful of times and it’s really scary. She’s such a nice person in general, so when she gets angry it’s really something you don’t want.”

[Jisung, ‘Glitch Mode’ era fansign]

“Noona is so small, but very strong. She’s like those small dogs that big dogs are scared of, you know?”

“Are you and the boys those big dogs?”

Jisung chuckles awkwardly, “sometimes?” The fan laughs loudly at his answer. “But I’d love noona to be my real big sister.”

[Kun, ‘NCT 2021-Universe’ era fansign]

“JiHo is an amazingly talented person. I’m always amazed when I see her working, but she’s also very down to earth. I think out of all the NCT members that come over to our [Wayv’s] dorm, I like JiHo the best. She’s very respectful with other people’s spaces and life’s and never pries too much.”

“Are the other members not respectful?”

“Oh, they are, but sometimes they get a bit too comfortable... Actually JiHo might get too comfortable as well sometimes... Maybe I’m biased?”

Yes, Kun. Yes you are biased.

[Xiaojun, ‘NCT 2021-Universe’ era fansign]

“Huh?”

“What kind of person is JiHo?”

“You’re asking me so suddenly?” Confused, Xiaojun still answers, “JiHo’s a great person. She’s really talented and very nice to everyone. She talks a lot with WayV and tries to make everyone feel heard and involved. She’d be a great leader.”

[Hendery, ‘NCT 2021-Universe’ era fansign]

“She’s a fun person to be around,” he tells the fan as he signs his album.

“Are you still awkward with her?”

“No! Aaah... That was so long ago. JiHo and I are a lot closer now, we even play games together a lot.”

“Is she as good as everyone says?”

“She’s even better then Chenle.”

[Yangyang, ‘NCT 2021-Universe’ era fansign]

Yangyang fakes an expression of disgust before laughing. “I’m kidding. JiHo is a good person. She’s like a sister to me to be honest. Not that I want her to be my sister, but it just feels like we’ve grown up with each other. I don’t know how to explain it, I’m just comfortable around her.”

[Shotaro, ‘NCT 2021-Universe’ era fansign]

“She’s like an older sister and a younger sister at the same time. She takes really good care of us, cooks for us, is really protective sometimes, but she is also really cute and small. I just want to take care of her. She’s really cool on stage, but outside of schedules and work she can be really energetic and weird and funny. I’m glad we work together.”

“Would you want to be in a unit with her?”

“That would be a dream. I think if she was in a unit with me I would always feel safe and comfortable.”

SM debut Sungtaro with JiHo, I’m literally begging you (┬┬﹏┬┬)

[Sungchan, this was during one of his modelling thingy fansigns]

“Noona is great. She helps a lot of people, but she should take care of herself as well. She’s someone I’d love to go on a trip with. I think that would be fun.”

“Where with you go to? And would it be only you two?”

“I’d love to go to France and other places in Europe with her. And I think going with Shotaro hyung would be nice, but even just the two of us would be a lot of fun.”

I hope you guys enjoyed this video, this was a long time in the making and we still couldn’t get all the members in here, but this was a big majority and we wanted to get this out here. Thank you for watching <3

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masterlists: main masterlist || jiho.writings masterlist

#jiho.video #nct 24th member #nct addition #nct female member #nct imagines #nct extra member #nct additional member #nct female addition #nct added member #nct additions #kpop!addition #kpop!oc

[dojae-huh]

https://twitter.com/valentyongf_/status/1545332717075984384

So today taeyong opened up a lot more than usual, which is a good thing in the long run as this makes him more human and also makes him seem more like us. 

He talked about the pressure he was feeling during nct's debut (now all the videos of him crying abt the scandal and in general make so much sense) 

It also shows how him saying doyoung is very important for his sanity as he takes on the leader duties with him Or how he talked abt do protecting him from everything. 

A teacher or a manager basically telling an individual that they're the reason and the issue of the problem is very Korean thing. (In jonghyuns suicide note he talked abt his "therapist" telling him he was the cause of his own mental health issues, this should show u how Koreans react to things) 

Taeyong was told he would be the reason for the failure of not just himself but also the 15 boys that were in the plan of NCT. This must have crashed his mental health and wellness. This also made him very distant to the members although he was the leader of all the units and he was supposed to be there to help them all but he kept thinking he was the reason things weren't going well for them all and he hated feeling like the one pulling the team down. 

It seems like the scandal being resolved and him being in a better place mentally has helped him see things like they really are. He now understands that everyone has their own career and he won't put a shadow on anyone's career in NCT and now he doesn't take the complaints as directed at him but basic complaints of the members. This made him open up to the members and willing to listen to all the boys problems. 

This whole bubble thread of bubble msgs were so heart felt and I hope this means that we will have happy and healthy taeyong from now on. 

It seems like we also have taeyong back as the leader of NCT as a whole, even during NCT 2020 taeyong didnt show the same leadership he did before

Link

I'm posting this out of order in case anyone else wants to write on the topic.

For the new fans. Taeyong had been followed by rumours of him being a bully in school since debut, antis continued to bring the allegations up anytime they wanted to bash on him and the group, some called for him to be kicked out of NCT. The issue was finally resolved only in Spring of 2021. 127 took several years to gain momentum and achieved popularity in Korea only with Kick It. NCT was always compared to their more successful and known sunbaes - EXO, which added to the pressure. A debut of a group is very costly, a return is expected in a few years. If a group or an artist doesn't make it quickly, it is dropped. (not SM's tactic, but most small company groups disband within a year or two).

Johnny was a trainee for 8 years, Mark and Haechan sacrificed their childhood, Yuta came from Japan, WinWin from China, Taeil was accepted to a prestigious Uni but decided to become an idol, Doyoung left school - you can imagine how Tae was afraid to be the reason for their dreams crushing.

A leader takes the blame for the whole group. In Korean corporative world a boss can be stupid and useless, abuse the power, but if he is not a powerful well-connected politician, he can easily become the scapegoat and would be the one to bow before the media and/or resign to clear the name and preserve the face of the company.

Taeyong told that managers communicated with him, and members asked him to pass any favours. That's the pecking order. Tae stood between the management and the members. Even with Doyoung being a co-leader it didn't change, especially with temporal staff/come and go managers.

I might be wrong, but 127 neos' reaction to fans' song choices, and neos own choices, let me think that:

They like Kick It so much because it was a real hit in SK (and in SEA), a song that finally made them popular. NeoZone sold well because of the work during the previous albums (reflected in lots of preorders), but it's hard to see from within the group.

Neos think their fans like simple slow public friendly songs (songs that will attracts new fans) and are surprised when songs like Limitless become number 1. Except for Touch (and some neos don't remember it was a title song even), all A-track songs are "noise-music".

#ask me away #taeyong is the rose

[taeyongruinedcitylights]

wait lets take a look. does nct actually have a dozen dozens? disclaimer: i do not care abt nct i just think its funny.

not dozen:

taeil: main vocal

yuta: srry to my yutatual but he barely makes the cut nd only bc nct does not have good dancers.

kun: sings

doyoung: main vocal. where would we be without him.

ten: dancer and has made improvements to singing.

jaehyun: sings despite what some might say

jungwoo: sings but somehow i dont respect him

xiaojun: sings

renjun: unlike some dream members has been going to singing lessons!

haechan: singer. carried dream on his back for years

chenle: sings

shotaro: might be a dozen if nct did not lack good dancers so much

jisung: see prev. has also made slight improvements to singing.

mark: same as taeyong BUT he can stay on beat so ive allowed him to stay in this category.

dozen:

lucas: THE dozen.

johnny: height is not a skill.

winwin: the dozen #2

hendery: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zU-BeJcrrbk

jeno: no comment.

jaemin: of “doesnt want to improve singing” fame

yangyang: no comment

sungchan: dozen and it seems even worse bc he was added later on

taeyong: i may be killed for this but what can he do successfully. quickly

conclusion: with 9 dozen members, nct has not yet reached one dozen dozens. however this might change with the 3 new sm rookies just announced. thoughts nd comments welcome.

#''dozen'' ofc coming from that tweet abt lucas dozen sing dozen rap dozen dance #dudes in no particular order bc i had to look up who is even in the group. #ofc being a dozen does not mean u cannot perform well on stage.....look at how many fans lucas had....taeyong in general.... #nct

[what-if-nct]

hi hi hi today's reminder is i listened to fact check today and I'm surprised how much i love it. 127 hasn't been hitting too well these last few comebacks but this is perfect for me. my main problem with a-yo and 2 baddies is it feels like they were pushing too far to prove a point because all the new boy groups are going for their original sound, but this feels like them finally saying "fuck it we inspired them, now watch us do it best" rather than trying to one-up them, which is great. some stray observations:

- taeyong rhyming motion with emotion i would die for him

- haechan climbing "up" a clearly horizontal surface cracks me up every time i see it

- i wasn't expecting taeil (because i believe they only finished up filming a couple weeks ago) so I'm overjoyed to see him as much as we did

- Johnny starting off with just random English ad libs (who's surprised?) but i figured that would be it so I'm SO glad he has actual lines and he's scattered throughout the song, i think it'll make for a really fun stage

- yuta has a whole verse!! yuta!!! has a whole entire verse!!!! more than just three seconds of leading the chorus!!! and he fucking killed it!!!! i know 127 is overrun with great vocalists so i can't expect that they'll use yuta as a vocal but it is such a shame for how nice his voice is

- Johnny+yuta being together so much is definitely a choice based off us constantly crying about those two specifically never getting any lines but i LOVE them back to back

- what is Mark wearing with that v sparkly outfit how much does that weigh like he can pull off a lot of things but that… is a decision for sure

- love love love the art heist vibes. the mv as a whole didn't feel super cohesive to me, it just felt like they were jumping from set to set with no real connection, but the first verse looked so good

- the pre chorus HITS

- the SCALE of dozens of dancers on an empty bridge… it's so sexy how expensive it is (despite the eh CG in the city bits but oh well)

Hii, yes I knew I'd like it just from the chorus and like it's so good and they really are giving NCT in its truest form. And the visuals and looks, like Doyoung finally letting the NCT take over with his outfits this year, the greatest choice. And it's just such a taeyong line it's perfect. And I was so happy to see taeil!!! Like I wasn't expecting to see him but he was there. The little guy was there doing what he does best, and that's all I could ever wish for. Yes, yes Yuta has his own verse. Like and he looked so good, I can not say what I said to my friends but it is an honor only he deserves cause I refuse to ever ever do it again but I would do it for Yuta. And like Yuta's really been getting everything he deserves this year and I'm so happy for him. Speaking of hearing Johnny all throughout the song. And like with Ay-yo Yuta and Johnny are the dream team and it's all I could ask for. Just the whole mv was so aesthetically intriguing with my weird little brain it loves that much overstimulation. Sounds can get overwhelming but there's no such thing as too much visual stimulation. And everything was so good.

[ye-xiu]

different anon but it's also really upsetting because it's degrading to jaehyun as an artist, an actor, and a person too. it takes so much hard work and sacrifice and struggle to even debut, and then he debuts in a group with like dozens of members which means he has to work even harder to stand out. which he did! and continues to do! and we can see that in the way he's always growing and improving! but the only reason why he stands out is because he happens to be hot people are fucking deranged. all his talent and skill is completely disregarded and that makes me so mad. and on top of that, he faced so much resistance from sm with wanting to do acting and now he's finally been able to do that which is amazing and i'm so happy for him but ofc all everyone cares about are their sick fantasies. people would have my head if i said this off anon, but i just KNOW that if jaehyun was a female idol and these gross stans were boys everyone would have massive issues with the way they treat him, it would absolutely not be okay. and it shouldn't be okay how it is now either

but just imagine if jaehyun really was a female idol and then there was a jaehyun sunmi collab ....... i would not make it

the fact that jaehyun debuted as a main vocalist and lead dancer in his own group and he is practically more known for being a pretty face who raps a few lines …. like it’s honestly vile at this point. he is a great singer, evident by the fact that all main vocals before haechan came into the group debuted as an entire own subunit, and he could hold his own alongside taeil and doyoung (even more so while all three of them were scared shitless with nerves) and the more time passed, the less opportunity to sing he got. it’s not even 127’s fault bc their music can lend itself to great vocal moments too but sm just doesn’t give a fuck about jaehyun singing bc he’s the one baritone in this group and they won’t adjust songs for him. same with his acting — i am sure if the fans wouldn’t do it, sm would at least plaster his face everywhere on the internet to show people how attractive and marketable he is as a “boyfriend / male lead”. they don’t care much about managing nct’s individual careers, but i know if they could draw that out they would ad nauseam. the fans are just like that x1000 worse.

i don’t even want to compare him to female idols because they have it hard enough as it is and the fan environment is even worse to them than to jaehyun or other male idols. still there needs to be said something about the coexisting problem of intense objectification and, yes, fetishisation across kpop fandom. you can’t go into jaehyun’s tag without deranged fucks writing some abusive porn smut starring him and no one sees an issue with that, no these posts have hundreds of notes. it’s honestly disgusting for any individual or artist to be cut down to nothing more but their proficiency in serving as gross ass fantasy material.

jaehyun should collab with sunmi just as is in a song like what the flower or heartburn. their voices would contrast very nicely!

#anonymous #ask #sorry i am not a fan of ‘if a male idol would be female’ it irks me a bit #tho yes if those were boys fawning over a female idol people would say something in the first place 😐

[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.” 

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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.”

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[aehyei]

𝗣𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗬 𝗙𝗨𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘

the red string connects soulmates and helps them find each other. but after realizing that yours and mark’s string doesn’t connect, he chose to leave you alone. now after many years, you both see each other again with a certain red string connected on each of your pinkies.

PAIRING : ex-boyfriend!mark lee x reader

GENRE : !angst, !exes to lovers!au, !college!au, !soulmates!au 

WARNINGS : cheating (?) cuz like mark’s dating someone else in here and there’s a scene where mark and the reader had a heated arguement, heartbreaks, mentions of food, mentions of alcohol

WC : 1.83k

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AUTHOR’S NOTES : this is also a requested fic. (anon:  hi! can i request a mark angst (exes to lovers) tq heheh) 

HE’S HERE.

MARK LEE IS BACK FROM THE UNITED STATES.

That news made your head hurt a little but you shrugged the pain off and twirled the red string on your pinkie in boredom. “He’s coming to our university, are you sure your okay with that?” Doyoung asked with worry present in his voice. You nodded your head but still didn’t dare to look back at him, “Of course I am.”

“Are you sure? I know you both didn’t really have a great past with each other—“

“—Do, what happened was back at high school. We were both young and dumb, but now I’m sure we’re mature enough.” You cut him off. Doyoung sighs and grabs his car keys, “Fine. I’m going to the airport to pick him up, okay? The rest of the boys are coming so just open the door for them.”

“Are you hosting a ‘welcome party’?”

“It was Johnny’s idea” Doyoung chuckled and closed the front door. You stared at the empty space for a few seconds before standing up and started to clean the messy papers on the floor. Honestly, you didn’t like the idea of seeing your ex again after many years— especially after how much of an asshole he acted.

But, oh well, he’s coming to your dorm with the rest of the boys and party like there’s no tomorrow while you lock yourself up in your room and try to sleep.

—

“Mark, over here!”

Mark removed his airpods and turned his head to look for whoever was calling him, then saw his hyungs crazily waving at him as if they were possessed. He chuckled under his breath and strolled his suitcase towards them with a huge smile, “Hey guys— oof!”.

He stopped talking once Haechan immediately pulled him a tight hug, “Marker!”.

“My name is Mark…”, he hugged back and pats the younger man’s shoulder before greeting the others. “Out of all of us, Hyuck is the one who cried the most when you left.” Taeil laughed under his breath. “That’s a lie! Y/n cried mo—“.

“Lee Donghyuck, shut up.” Doyoung hissed and the atmosphere felt more heavy that mark gulped and looked down. He knew what he did and he wasn’t proud of it. “Don’t worry mark, Y/n moved on.” Jungwoo nudged him on his stomach causing for him to flinch a bit.

You did? Lucky you.

“Let’s go to Doyoung’s house!” Yuta changed the subject and helped him carry his luggage to the van.

It’s killing you how things happen so quickly. The red string that’s tied on your pinkie is now tugging itself—which means that your soulmate is nearby. Your brows creased as you lifted your hand closer to your face to examine it, when you head a couple of knocks from the door. You turned your head towards it and bit your lip, “Do, you have the key! Just come in!”, You screamed while walking in your room to avoid the rowdy boys about to enter.

You head a couple of clicks then a lot of footsteps and voices before you could close your door. Your eyes lit up seeing your group of friends, but it seemed like the world stopped when the last man entered.

“Oh hi Y/n, are you going to sleep already?” Jaehyun waved at you.

You avoided to have any eye contact with the man who broke your heart and nodded, “Yeah. I cleaned the dorm all day without Doyoung helping me.” The rest of the boys nudged Doyoung, playfully scolding him for not helping you. “Stop it!” The poor boy glared at the rest. You chuckled at their playful nature and closed your door before laying on your bed to rest.

Mark continued to stand by the door, examining the small place and smiling softly as the walls hold those happy memories that happened years ago. Nothing changed at all— except for the fact that he’s dating someone else who isn’t you.

“Yah Mark! Why are you zoning out there, come in and make yourself comfortable.” Taeil placed his legs up on the couch, putting his arms behind his head. “Yeah, I will. Just…it’s just…nothing really changed around here.” Mark finally enters and felt a tug on the red string wrapped around his pinkie. He creased in brow in confusion as he eyed on his right hand. That’s not right, his soulmate isn’t supposed to be anywhere closer to his location since he left Soojin back at America.

“Mark were you listening? Are you okay?” Taeyong asked in concern and passed him a bottle of beer. Mark gulped thickly and forced out a fake smile, “Y-Yeah hyung, why wouldn’t I be? I’m back home.” Johnny opened the karaoke with an evil grin, “The one who has the lowest score will treat the whole group lunch for the whole week, including Y/n.”

"I hate my life.” Taeyong muttered under his breath while serving all the food he bought with his own money to all of his friends. Johnny laughed loudly and popped the fries on his mouth, “It isn’t my fault that you couldn’t hit a high score.” The rest of the members happily munched on their burgers, not even saying a simple thank you to their leader. 

“So, what’s new with you? Anything we missed?” Doyoung asked Mark who’s sitting in front of him. Mark blinked his eyes a couple of times before grinning shyly, “A-Ah, I found my soulmate when I visited America. Her name is Kim Soojin and she’s really nice.” Jungwoo raised a brow, “Wait so you really found your soulmate and replaced Y/n that easily?”.

The atmosphere suddenly turned awkward, especially when you entered the restaurant. “Hey guys, sorry I’m late. My prof won’t let us go.” You removed your scarf and placed it in your bag, not really minding the disturbing heavy atmosphere. “O-Oh that’s fine, here’s yours.” Yuta stuttered and passed you your burger.

Happily, you took a bite— until you felt the same tug on the string located on your pinkie. Your eyes widened in surprised as you looked around the restaurant to examine who might be your soulmate. “D-Did any of you guys find your soulmates?” You asked, nervously eyeing your friends.

Haechan choked at your question, causing you pat his back since you were sitting next to him. “Well, Taeyong hyung met his, Yuta too. Oh, and Mark also did.” Jaehyun answered you.

Your heart started to ache after hearing what he said. You didn’t even notice the way how your lips quivered as you finally gave your ex a glance, “Y-You found her? C-Congratulations! I’m so happy for you.” lies. Usually, you were a great liar and that’s why you were able to convince them that you were over mark. But right now, you didn’t know why you couldn’t hold it back. “Thanks,” he mumbled, smiling back at you.

“Anyways, why’d you ask?” Jaehyun changes the subject and stabbed his food with a fork. “My red string has been tugging a lot lately, especially when I’m with with you guys.” You confessed while biting your lip. Almost everyone stared at Doyoung, giving him a look.

“W-Why are all of you looking at me?” Doyoung scowled at them. “You kidding man? Your the one who’s the closest to Y/n. Of course we’ll think your her soulmate.” Taeil nodded back at him. You shook your head, “no, it’s not Do. If it was him, the string will tug everyday back at home, but it only started the night Mark arrived.”

Mark’s head shot up as he also felt a tug on his pinkie at that exact moment. He stared at you in anticipation before reaching to grab your hand, “Wait a minute,” he compared the red string and you were taken back from how close he is. It’s been so long when you saw him up till this close.

“Dude what are you doing?” Johnny tried to also take a look by peeking from his shoulder. Mark’s breath was heavy while he intertwined both your fingers, and went more heavier if possible when the string glowed.

A confirmation that your his soulmate.

Mixed emotions started to bubble up on the pit of your stomach as you pulled away from his hold harshly, “W-What happened?”, you looked at him. Mark looked stunned, and calm even— although his fast beating heart says otherwise, “I-I think we’re soulmates…”.

“What?! But didn’t you already find her in America?” Jungwoo exclaimed, surprised. Everyone’s jaw dropped, just staring at the two of you in silence. “I know, and it doesn’t make sense. Is it an error? There could be no way that I have two soulmates, right?” Mark leaned back on his seat, and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

“An error is just impossible. Maybe it’s Soojin who’s not your real soulmate?” Taeyong suggested in an unsure voice. “I’m not Mark’s soulmate. I’m sure of it. If we were, t-then..,then he wouldn’t have broke up with me.” You hesitated to continue your sentence. “Our strings didn’t connect the last time...so, i guess…your right.” Mark sighed heavily.

“I’m leaving, I still have a class after this.” You announced and walked away so at least they wouldn’t see the tears flowing down your cheeks. “Wait! Your burger!” Haechan screamed after you but shrugged and ate your food instead when you didn’t turn back. “It should be Y/n, Mark. I could still see the spark in between you both.” Taeyong insisted.

“It can’t be, hyung. She deserves a lot better, especially—”, Mark closed his eyes for a brief moment before continuing, “—especially after what I did”.

“I don’t get it, w-why do we have to break up? Why do you have to leave?” You asked in a shaky voice while having a tight grip around your boyfriend’s waist, afraid he’ll disappear once you let go. Mark continued to stay quiet as he removed your arms around him, “You don’t get it Y/n. We’re not soulmates—”.

“—I-I don’t care mark!”

“Well I care! In the future, we’ll just hurt ourselves more if we don’t break up right now!” He shouted at you, huge wave of emotions flows through him as he grabbed your shoulders and tightened his grip. You hissed in pain and tried to push him away, “M-Mark your hurting me!”

Mark sat up immediately from his bed, breathing heavily with sweat dripping from his forehead. The nightmare of the past still replaying in his mind again and again as he desperately reached on the nightstand for water. The fear and sadness in your eyes while you looked at him was enough for the same guilt to wash over him.

Truth to be told, when he met Soojin, he couldn’t see her string. But she insisted that she could see his, and with that, they started dating. Hugging and kissing her feels like cheating on you and even if he tried to shake you off his mind, there’s no use.

It was all clear to Mark, you’re his real soulmate and he still loves you. Even if he denied again and again, he realized, your the past of his future.

Mark messed up, but he’ll try to win you back.

© AEHYEI, 2021

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[blu-joons]

When They Find That You’ve Fainted ~ NCT 127 Reaction

Taeil:

After you promised for the thousandth time that you’d be alright in his studio whilst Taeil went off to a meeting, he finally made his way to meet with the staff, trusting that you’d been alright. However, midway through his meeting, the sight of Yuta barging through the door instantly caused Taeil to jump. “You need to come!”

“Why? What’s happened?” Taeil yelled, chasing after Yuta who refused to speak, saving his energy to make sure that Taeil could get to your studio as quickly as possible. His heart stopped when he walked through the door and saw you laid out.

Yuta took a step back as Taeil knelt down beside you, resting his hand over yours. His eyes closed as he tried to warm your hand up, whispering down to you to open your eyes, staying by your side until eventually you did just that.

“What’s going on?” You questioned, noticing Taeil leaning above you straight away, “aren’t you supposed to be in your meeting by now?”

“Do you not realise what’s just happened?” He asked, rolling his eyes as your head shook back at him. “Y/N, you fainted, I had to leave the meeting and come and see you. Anything could have happened, are you alright?”

You nodded back at him, “don’t worry about me, you should probably get back to your meeting before you get in trouble.”

“The meeting doesn’t matter, making sure you’re alright is what’s important.”

Taeyong:

His body felt numb as Taeyong watched you fall in front of him as the two of you began to prepare for your evening together. He placed the plates he held onto the table as quickly as he could before kneeling down to your side. His hand brushed over your face as he tried to figure out what was going on to cause you to faint.

“What’s happened,” he whimpered, laying your body out into a position that he hoped would be more comfortable for you. Taeyong had picked up on your body failing you a few times, but never did he imagine that it would amount to this.

The guilt struck him hard as he stayed by your side, waiting for you to stir. After a few minutes, tiny groans came from you as a result of the throbbing pain in the back of your head and the aches that ran down your body.

“It hurts,” you whispered as your eyes locked with Taeyong’s. His hands moved around your waist to move you to rest into his lap.

“What’s been going on?” He asked, running a hand through your hair, “I knew that you’d been struggling, but I never realised that things could have ever got as bad as they have done for you Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

Your head shook back at him, “you have no reason to be sorry, I guess I should have been taking better care of myself.”

“I’m going to take care of you now and make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

Johnny:

As soon as he came home, he was met with yells of his name and scolding after scolding for having his phone turned off throughout the day. Haechan and Taeyong took both of his hands and pulled him through into his dorm where your body was laid out on his bed. “We found her on the floor, we tried to call you.”

“She fainted?” Johnny questioned, almost as if the situation that was unfolding in front of him wasn’t real. He took an anxious step closer to your body, barely able to look at you. “I’ll take care of it from here, thank you guys.”

The boys all filed out of the room, closing the door behind themselves whilst Johnny made his way over to the bed and sat beside it. He sat and waited impatiently until he spotted a wiggle in your finger that started your movement.

“J-johnny?” You questioned, feeling a warm hand rest over the one that you were trying to move as your eyes slowly opened to see him.

“I’m here,” he assured you, trying to give you as much space as he could. “Just take things slow,” he added once he noticed you trying to move your body. “You’ve fainted Y/N, just give yourself a moment to settle.”

Your head nodded back at him, “I didn’t realise that I fainted,” you whispered, “you must think I’m a right idiot at the moment.”

“Not at all, these things happen. Just take a moment, you’ll be alright.”

Yuta:

A strange pair of arms caught your body as you tumbled at the side of the stage of the performance, with several members of staff trying to shield the sight from the boys. The quick eyes of Taeil however had clocked the commotion immediately, racing over to get Yuta and push him in the direction of the exit.

“Why?” He questioned, but Taeil didn’t reply, instead he turned him around to see you laid out on the cold floor with the staff all around you. Yuta turned to head back on stage, conflicted, but Taeil told him to go, and not look back.

The staff all took a step back as Yuta appeared, taking a seat beside you. He threw his microphone to one side, replacing it with the feel of your hand in his as he sat and waited until your eyes opened to relax himself.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you whispered as soon as you noticed that Yuta was beside you, “you’re supposed to be on stage.”

“The stage doesn’t matter,” he chuckled, brushing the hair out of your face, “the fans can survive without me on the stage, but you’re the one that needs me right now. You’ve just fainted after all Y/N, you need me.”

You closed your eyes shamefully, “I’ve ruined your performance, Yuta, I’m so sorry. You probably hate me right now.”

“I don’t, I love you, I just wish that this didn’t have to happen.”

Doyoung:

Everything he found from the internet that was suggested to help someone who had fainted was by your side as Dongyoung sat down and played the waiting game. It was torture for him, he had no idea how long he had to wait for you to wake up and was clueless as to how you’d be when you woke up too.

“Come on,” he whispered, sitting back down once everything was set for when you’d wake. Whilst he knew your body would stir when it was ready, it didn’t change the pain that Dongyoung felt having to wait for you.

After what felt like an eternity, sitting around and waiting for you to wake and move, Dongyoung let go of a sigh of relief when your eyes opened and looked around at all the items that were around your body.

“What’s all this?” You questioned, trying to take it all in, “why have you got all of this about, I’m not hurt or anything.”

“Y/N, you fainted,” he frowned, shaking his head down at you. “I’ve been sat here worried sick for ages. I searched up all of the things that I could to help you when you woke. Do you want a drink, it’s supposed to help?”

You held your hand up as Dongyoung tried to pass you the glass, “I know you’re worried, but just give me a minute, please.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry, I need to stop worrying so much, you’re right.”

Jaehyun:

There was an uncomfortable silence in the apartment as Yoonoh walked through the door, noticing that the television was on standby. His eyebrows knitted together as he walked further into the room to try and find you, feeling his stomach drop when he walked down and saw you laid out across the middle of the room.

“Y/N Jagi!” He yelled, leaping over the sofa and down to your side. He reached from the sofa to pull down one of the blankets and drape it delicately over your body to try and help you in any way that he could.

He didn’t move at all, with his eyes firmly watching you as he waited for any sign from you. With steady breaths, he waited as patiently as he could for the first sign from you, as your eyes slowly opened and looked around.

“Why am I on the floor?” You asked once you were able to speak, noticing Yoonoh at your side. “Why’s there a blanket on me too?”

He leaned down and pressed a kiss against your forehead, “I came home, and you’d passed out Y/N, that’s what happened. Are you alright? Do you need anything? Water? Food? Do you want me to turn the light off?”

“I don’t want anything,” you whispered, biting down on your bottom lip, “I think I just need a minute to process what’s just happened.”

“That’s alright, take all the time you need, we’re not in any rush at all.”

Jungwoo:

The light on in the living room caught his attention as soon as he walked through the front door. Jungwoo called out your name, excited to finally see you, however as he was met with silence, he felt his heart sunk. Jungwoo followed the trail of light, however as he did, he was sure hoping that he decided not to.

“Please,” was the only word he could mumble as he noticed you laid out on the ground with your phone and water bottle beside you, having fallen from your hands. Jungwoo moved them out of the way, replacing them with himself.

His eyes shut for most of the time whilst Jungwoo waited for you to wake up, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you until he felt the squeeze of your hand against his, opening up his eyes to see you looking back at him.

“Are you tired?” You asked as if the last few minutes hadn’t occurred. “I’ve been awake for ages, and you were fast asleep.”

A gentle chuckle of relief came from him, “I just couldn’t look at you in the way that you were, if I closed my eyes, I hoped that none of this would be real. But how are you feeling, do you want me to get you anything.”

Your head shook back at him, “I was on my way to get lunch when I fell, but I think I’ve lost my appetite a bit now.”

“You still have to look after yourself, I’ll sort you something out Y/N.”

Mark:

The moment he got the text from Taeil to let him know what had happened, Mark raced back to the dorm as quickly as he could. His heart settled slightly when he arrived to see that the boys had helped you as best as they could, with a pillow under your head and a blanket draped across your body to keep you warm.

“I should have been here,” he sighed, taking a seat by the top of your head as he finally looked at your blank expression. “She told me she felt unwell earlier, and I just ignored her as if it was no big deal, and now look at her.”

With the comfort of his members, Mark anxiously sat and waited for the first sign of life from you. He’d never been more relieved than he was when he noticed your hand move and your left eye slowly open up.

“When did you get home?” You asked as you spotted Mark sitting above you. “What’s happened? Have you been crying?”

“No,” he lied, wiping quickly underneath his eyes, “but I got home because I was told that you were passed out in the middle of the dorm. I tried to get here as soon as I could, I’m sorry that I didn’t get here sooner.”

You smiled weakly up at him, “there’s no need to apologise, thank you, all of you, for taking such good care of me.”

“Yeah, thank you guys, you’re all amazing for what you’ve done.”

Haechan:

The whole room fell silent at the sound of Donghyuck’s calls. Each of the members ran through to his room, freezing when they saw Donghyuck sat beside your body that laid out on the cold floor of his bedroom. His eyes were filled with fear, desperate to try and search for the answers as to what he could do.

“I don’t know what to do,” he whimpered as Johnny was the first to step into the room. “I’ve never had anyone faint around me before,” he frowned, taking a step back as his elder members began to sort things out.

With his members taking a step back, Donghyuck stayed as close to your side as he could until he saw your eyes open, not only looking at him, but the eight other pairs of eyes that were also watching with great concern.

“It’s cold down here,” you noted as you began to come around to your senses, “why are you all looking at me like I’m crazy.”

“You fainted; do you not remember?” Donghyuck asked you, flinching as your head shook back at him. “I came back from the toilet and you were out cold on the floor Y/N, can you really not remember any of that happening.”

You sighed across at him, “I wish I could, but right now I’m just as confused as you are as to why I’ve ended up on the floor.”

“Come on, let’s get you onto the bed before you catch a cold down there.”

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[enbde]

nct ot23 as types of mukbang content creators¿? i feel like taeil would be a giraffe eating jelly asmr,,, like he is the giraffe or some weird shit like that dont ask me why

I shall just do their specific YouTube content as I do not believe some of them have the stomach for mukbangs.

Taeil - Uploads once a year; somehow still has more money than you will ever make in your lifetime. Secret Spotify account where he uploads his covers. 

Johnny - One of those clout YouTubers that rents a massive house and throws a party every night to the point where his neighbours have to serve him with a cease and desist. He will cease, but he will not desist. Turns into a travel vlog channel to escape the lawsuits instead. 

Taeyong - Aesthetic kitchen content. Makes the most beautiful, eye pleasing drinks except for one video that he releases after a month of silence where he is crying on camera. We don’t know why. He’s just crying. The lights in his room are purple and they cast an eerie glow over his tear-stained cheeks. Switches to TikTok the next day. 

Yuta - Banned from the platform for excessive nudity. 

Kun - Financial and stock advice but the comment section is just a bunch of 14 year old girls calling him ‘Daddy’. 

Doyoung - Started out as a fashion vlogger but has since just resorted to filming and uploading rant videos. They get him more ad sense money anyway. 

Ten - Mommy vlogger. He doesn’t have kids but he treats his cats better than most Mommy vloggers treat their kids anyway so he has earned the title regardless. 

Jaehyun - Album reviews but he only reviews the same Cigarettes After Sex album and sits alone in his room vaping. All his tears have dried up since the first few uploads but now his expression is just vacant and dead. Has a light up keyboard. 

Winwin - Just uploads his Twitch streams to YouTube. Plays video games in complete silence. 

Jungwoo - Actual mukbang content creator. No one knows how he manages to eat so much and remain the same size as he was when he started. He uploads a video explaining his second, detachable stomach but no one believes him. 

Lucas - Pick-up artist but he’s too nice to actually follow through with anything so he just smiles into the camera a lot. Gets a lot of actual, real dates so people come away with some solid advice regardless. Accidentally is single-handedly taking down toxic masculinity on YouTube. 

Xiaojun - Acoustic covers of songs that people request via stream. They keep requesting ‘Free Bird’ by Lynryd Skynyrd and he’s actually gotten quite good at a Southern accent if he does say so himself.

Mark - Sketch comedy despite the fact that it is an entirely dead genre on the platform. He’s having fun but almost none of his videos are actually that funny. Or at least they’re not funny in the way that they’re meant to be. His most viewed video is his ‘2019 Blooper Compilation’ because it’s a lot of farting and there is a very specific audience out there for that. 

Hendery - Prank channel that is watched exclusively by 12 year old boys. 

Renjun - Commentary channel. He covers all of the recent and relevant gossip on the internet but insists on calling himself a ‘reporter’. Thinks that he is providing a great service to people with his YouTube ‘documentaries’ but his CPU is garbage. 

Jeno - Gym bro. But he’s actually nice and gives helpful advice. Gets trolled a lot by incels who call him both a chad and an incel at the same time. Both beta and alpha. He’s very confused. 

Haechan - Also a commentary channel but he insists on only making video responses to Renjun’s drama videos and nitpicking everything he says. They’re embroiled in a copyright claim battle right now. 

Jaemin - Stream of consciousness vlogs that make literally no sense but people watch them anyway because he’s cute.

Yangyang - Starts off as a shoe review channel, finishes on OnlyFans because he’s a sell-out. 

Shotaro - Doesn’t do YouTube. Has returned to his TikTok roots but found the landscape has changed so much on the app that he doesn’t know where he belongs anymore. Has an existential crisis and runs into the woods to live forever as a hermit. 

Sungchan - He quit YouTube because he couldn’t fit his entire body in frame. Didn’t realise he could just get a tripod. 

Chenle - Has a podcast and just uploads all of them to YouTube. Gives advice on things he has genuinely no experience and condescends absolutely everyone asking for genuine help. Beloved regardless. 

Jisung - Embroiled in a scandal right now because everyone thinks he is being held hostage and forced to make content. He is being held hostage, but the content is his own choice (he’s bored).

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[rilakiwii]

- cute dates with nct

part 1; nct127 version

(how do I do 'under the cut' thing- help)

- - - - ——— taeyong

꒰ stargazing date

꒰ he brought hot chocolate and a fluffy blanket for you

꒰ sitting really close to eachother

꒰ talking about 'deep stuff'

꒰ trying to guess constellation's names

꒰ and making new ones just for fun

꒰ holding hands because 'it's cold'

꒰ he secretly glances at you all the time

꒰ he walks you home at the end (maybe there is even a kiss- just a suggestion)

- - - - ——— yuta

꒰ cute museum date

꒰ watching paintings while holding hands

꒰ recreating whatever people are doing in a chosen painting

꒰ a lot of getting lost

꒰ 'yikes, is this person on a painting nAkEd?!' aka hiding behind eachother to protect your precious eyes

꒰ pretending to know EVERYTHING about EVERY piece of art you see there

꒰ many photos for instagram for that good aesthetic, y'know

꒰ doing silly things and then being super scared of security

꒰ you two might be a little bit too loud...

꒰ 'you really belong here'

'what do you mean?'

'you are just as beautiful as all this art pieces if not even more beautiful'

- - - - ——— taeil

꒰ cooking date

꒰ cooking something sweet, a dessert, probably a cake (the 'lunch box style' one)

꒰ printing out a recipe, adding extra notes and making it super adorable with decorations

꒰ doing some things wrong but casually laughing it off

꒰ making quite a mess in the kitchen

꒰ cheesy fight with flour but come on, everyone loves a bit of classics

꒰ decorating the cake with everything that's possible

꒰ eating it at the end of course

꒰ taking a nap together while cuddling after 'hard work'

- - - - ——— jungwoo

꒰ botanic garden date

꒰ pays for your ticket like a true gentleman

꒰ has extra water bottle for you because he knows, that a long walk like this may be tiring

꒰ gets little maps for you two so you won't get lost

꒰ holds your hand so 'you'll not get lost'

꒰ he compares you to flowers you pass on your way

꒰ 'you are beautiful just like this rose'

꒰ insists on taking breaks on a bench to snack/drink something

- - - - ——— doyoung

꒰ river dateee

꒰ 'oh, my hands are so cold, can you hold them?'

꒰ looking for ducks and swans

꒰ 'omg, omg, I see one! can we please take it home?'

'what? noooo!'

'whyyy?!'

꒰ probably having a picnic

꒰ he would definitely bake you some cookies (or at least try and that's what matters)

꒰ he would definitely give you his jacket if you were cold

꒰ 'sooo, you wanna eat it or-'

'you can finish this'

'yay!'

꒰ 'I'm falling.'

'what? Into the water? but like, you aren't'

'no silly, I meant I'm falling for you.'

- - - - ——— haechan

꒰ pillow forte date

꒰ you two make the fort together because it's lots of fun

꒰ you have many snacks

꒰ they aren't supee healthy probably

꒰ he lets you choose what you two will watch

꒰ you'll probably end up watching a comedy

꒰ cuddling all the time!

꒰ if you'll need anything, just say and he'll get it for you so you don't even have to stand up

꒰ you might fall asleep

꒰ and he would then kiss the top of your head

- - - - ——— jaehyun

꒰ little trip around the town

꒰ getting on random buses/trains/whatever you can imagine

꒰ 'what if we'll get lost?'

'don't worry, I know the way'

꒰ spoiler: no, he doesn't

꒰ he just don't want to look bad in front of you

꒰ trying a lot of street food and promising to visit them later again

꒰ 'do you know what this sign means?'

'nooo, can you tell me?'

'but like, I don't know, that's why I asked you...'

꒰ in general, a lot of confusion but hey, there is even more laughs thanks to this

꒰ 'this was so much fun. next time... let's travel the whole world together!'

- - - - ——— johnny

꒰ road trip date

꒰ lots of stops to admire the views

꒰ he makes a mixtape with songs that remind him about you

꒰ you two sing together loudly

꒰ buying snacks on every gas station you'll stop by, making a little collection in the trunk

꒰ making as many puns as possible

꒰ making funny names to things you pass by

꒰ sleeping in the back of the car even tho it's slightly uncomfortable

꒰ but you hug eachother what make it much more enjoyable

- - - - ——— mark

꒰ date in a cinema

꒰ first, you two would have a hard time finding perfect movie, choices like this are hard

꒰ he would insist on buying some snacks (even tho you are the best snack here-)

꒰ 'I want popcorn with salt!'

'I prefer the one with carmel'

'hmm, let's ask if we can mix them!'

꒰ having lots of laughs (even if that's a horror, this sunshine makes everything bright)

꒰ holding hands through whole movie

꒰ 'stop looking at me and focus on the movie!'

'I can't! you are so pretty...'

lots of love, rosie ♡

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