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ssivinee · 6 months
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✧Original Visual✧
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Irene x Aespa! 96’ liner! F reader:  In the industry, beautiful idols aren’t uncommon. Your beauty was on the next level, all the 4th gen knew. But what if a certain 3rd-generation original visual begins to notice you due to a V-live you did?
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Note: Simple fic since I may not be able to write much today🥲
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Choi Y/n, the oldest member of Aespa, was known for many things. Her dance skills, rap skills, composing, and even music production. She’s even the older sister of TXT member Choi Yeonjun.
But if you were to ask the K-pop community and idol industry what she was known for, it was her visuals. Y/n had a powerful gaze, sharp jawline, plump lips, and currently, oxford blue hair that cascaded down her back, ending right above her hips.
One dull day, Karina and Y/n were in SM’s dance studio. It was their day off, and despite being happy about that, the two members didn’t know what to do with their day, so they just decided to go to the company building and chill there.
The two girls wore similar outfits: grey sweats, a basic cropped hoodie, and sneakers. They lay on the black couch, just staring at the ceiling.
"Unnie~, I’m bored~"
"Jimin-ah... so am I."
The two looked at each other as Karina laid her head on Y/n’s lap, trying to figure out how to make time go by faster.
“Wait, what if we do a live?” Karina jumps into action, going to get the company phone, “you finally came up with an idea after so long.”
“You could’ve thought of it yourself!” Y/n chuckles as the girl sticks her tongue out, returning with another phone.
They take a tripod phone stand, attach it, and begin the V-live. After waiting a few minutes for MY to join, they finally had about 5k viewers, so they decided to start.
“Hello, guys,” Y/n stares at the chat while her and Karina wave.
“AESPA’S VISUAL LINE?”
“What did we do to deserve your guy’s grace today?”
“Y/n and Karina’s duo is something I didn’t know I needed.”
“Clap twice if you wanna leave SM.”
Y/n laughed at the several comments she saw, especially the English ones. “You guys know how to make me laugh.”
“We were bored, so we just decided to go on V-live to talk to you guys,” the younger stated, and spam of hearts came from the chat. The two keep reading and begin to read some questions.
“What song are you guys obsessed with at the moment?”
“Spicy by Aespa,” Karina said, making Y/n look at her like she was crazy, “Okay, self-promo.”
“Unnie, that’s how it should be. We’re idols, man,” Y/n laughs at Karina’s statement, hitting her lightly as it was a habit when she found things funny. “Anyways, for me, it would probably have to be Unforgiven & Fire in the Belly by Le Sserafim. They killed it on their album.” Karina nods in agreement.
“Dance Unforgiven? Guys, I haven’t learned the choreography.”
“She’s lying~ She knows it from TikTok,” Karina exposes her in a tattle-tale tone. “Wha~, no way you outed me like that,” the younger shrugs, followed by a giggle. “Do it, unnie.”
“Fine,” Y/n gets up to go to the computer. She ensured everything was connected before playing a few seconds before the chorus. “You guys ready for unnie to slay?” Karina says, and Y/n begins to dance the chorus. Effortlessly, she jumps with a bunny-like hand, then turns her fingers into horns and repeats, doing the same steps.
Once she finishes, the leader goes, “See, I told you she’s a liar. She knew the dance.” Y/n sits back down next to her, slapping Karina’s shoulder, which causes the girl to act like it hurts.
The live went on for 3 hours, and a lot happened. The girls talked, danced, and even sang songs. Now fans had a compilation of them dancing to ‘Kick It’ by NCT 127, ‘Wannabe’ by ITZY, ‘Hype Boy’ by New Jeans, ‘Hey Mama’ by the SWF dance challenge, and more.
Nearing the end, they decided to take one final request, “Psycho by Red Velvet sunbaenim?” When Karina read the comment, Y/n rushed to the computer and played the instrumental version. “Wait, we’re singing to it as well?”
“Yes! I love this song way too much to not sing it.”
The two got in place, and once the song began, Karina focused on dancing while Y/n did the adlibs perfectly. Comments start to go wild over her voice.
“Y/n drank the SM water again.”
“Ain’t no way she hitting Wendy’s notes????”
“Sub-vocal of Aespa, everyone!”
Y/n joins in on the dance now, and the two begin switching lines back and forth, creating a live vocal performance of the song. The second verse begins to hit, Y/n gets hyped and raps, “Hey trouble 경��윈 없이 오는 너, I’m original visual, 우린 원래 이랬어 yeah.” Karina joins her in singing the iconic one-liner. Then the comments go crazy again.
“4TH GEN ORIGINAL VISUALS YUH.”
“Wha~ the rap suits her.”
“I need a collab with Aespa’s visual line and Irene.”
As the song ends, the two are out of breath and fall to the ground. The echoing dance studio now echoed with their heavy breathing, “Sorry guys, we went a bit overboard,” Y/n tells them as the two drink their waters.
“No, you didn’t. It was amazing!”
“I need a live stage version stat.”
“Joohyun-ssi would be proud.”
“I think that’s it for us, you guys. We’ll do a V-live soon with the other members,” Karina tells the chat, and as fans spammed bye, she ended the stream.
“I’m pooped, man.”
“Same.”
The two get up and prepare to head back to their dorms. Once in the van, Y/n stays on her phone while Karina takes a quick nap. She then gets a notification from Instagram, which she questions. That would only mean an idol was texting her, but it would mean they’re an idol she never spoke to before since they didn’t message her regularly.
Looking at her DMs, shocked was an understatement. The Bae Joohyun had texted her, and once she opened the chat, she wanted to throw her phone out of the car.
Irene texted, ‘Wow, Y/n-ssi, you're a beautiful dancer. Thank you for rapping my lines and doing justice to our song.’
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BEAUTIFUL DANCER?!
Y/n and the Aespa members were reasonably close to certain SM idols, mainly female idols, due to Y/n, Karina, and Winter being in Got The Beat. One specific idol she never got the chance to interact with was the one who was texting her right now.
‘It’s an honor, sunbaenim. I’m glad it got your approval,’ Y/n sends. She was frantic, not knowing what to say, ‘An honor? Your sound so corny, c’mon.’ Before she could even unsend the message, texting bubbles began to pop up.
Oh dear, she saw it. ‘Y/n-ah. No need to be so formal. Just call me Joohyun-unnie.’
If you thought this couldn’t make it any worse for Y/n, it did. She freaks out and has to do breathing exercises to calm herself down.
‘Okay, unnie! May I ask how you knew about the cover?’
‘Ah, the clips circulated very fast, lol.’
Y/n smiled to herself. She was texting someone she thought was untouchable in the industry. The car stops, and she notices they’re in front of their dorm. “Jimin-ah, wake up, we’re here,” she wakes the younger in a delicate tone.
At another dorm, the older woman lay in bed watching the Psycho cover multiple times. “Unnie, do you have my sweater? The red one?” Irene heard Seulgi’s voice.
“Yeah, it’s in here on my chair!” She hears the dancer’s footsteps, and as Seulgi enters the room, she hears the Psycho clip, catching her attention as well.
“What are you watching?” The younger lay on her paid, peaking at her phone to see the familiar girls. “Y/n and Jimin did a cover of Psycho, even singing to it,” Irene shows her the phone, and Seulgi smiles at the two girls.
“I’m not surprised. They’ve always been excellent,” she stands up and takes her sweater. “That reminds me to text them soon.”
Irene says, “You think I can have Y/n’s number?” Seulgi looks at her leader with suspicious eyes.
“Sure,” Seulgi sends your number to Irene, but before she leaves, she asks the latter, “Can I ask why?”
“I just want to get to know her. Is that so bad?” Irene says as she adds your number to her contacts and in a sarcastic tone, “Right, that’s the reason, unnie.”
Irene rolled her eyes as Seulgi left. She wasn’t lying when she said she wanted to get to know you, but Seulgi knew her unnie too well to know that that wasn’t the only reason. Irene thought you were gorgeous, sexy, and very charismatic.
She’d never admit that to her members, though. Maybe she would after she and Y/n establish a bond.
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daegall · 2 years
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Be there for you.
pairing: bf!hyuck x reader
genre: fluff, slight angst, slight crack, established relationship!AU
warnings: a break down
word count: 1.8k words
a/n: HI FINALLY A NEW WORK THAT THE WORL HAS NEVER SEEN HOPE YOU ENJOY
also!!!! if any of you are interested in a hyuck collab (for my 1k event !) pls hmu!!!! not only do i think i need a co-host, but i need ideas too... im not big brain on things like these HAHA
networks/taglist: @neoturtles @knet-bakery @ficscafe @kflixnet @k-radio @nct-writers + @soobin-chois @markhyuckselca @addictedtothesummernights <3
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It's almost midnight, and Lee Donghyuck is craving big waffles from his favorite diner. He is also craving your company with him when he goes to get the big waffles from his favorite diner. He misses you a lot.
Ever since the midterm grades have come out, you've been ever so distant from him, focusing so hard on your studies. He's proud of you, he really is, and he's glad you're so motivated to do better, but again, he misses you a lot.
It's been about 2 weeks since you've actually gone out together on a date, but that was a lunch date where you still had piling textbooks in between you two. The books felt like brick walls to your boyfriend, he never liked books anyway.
And so here he finds himself, outside your dorm, with a handful of pebbles he snatched from the fishpond near the gate.
"Psst!" He whisper-shouts, knowing that it would only fall on deaf ears. All the windows are closed, not a single sound could slip through. Which is exactly why Donghyuck has a handful of pebbles.
He takes one between his fingers, biting his lip to contain his quiet giggles of amusement, before chucking the pebble at your window. A barely audible thump is made from the impact, clearly not enough to get the person's attention. Another one is launched into the air, before it lands on the window with a thump much louder than the other.
At this point, Donghyuck would expect for you to open the window, and curse at him for almost crashing your window, but that's not what happens. What happens is some other random student opens the window, a confused expression creased on their face.
Instantly, a feeling of dread rushes through Donghyuck, before his mouth gapes with shock and confusion, and the pebbles fall the the ground.
"Who the fuck are you?!" The student shouts at him. This, is what gets your attention. Though, not for long. You go back to the powerpoint your professor sent you, coming to the conclusion that it's not that uncommon for some of your dorm-mates to be loud.
"Shit—sorry! Wrong window!" This however, has you instantly standing from your seat and rushing to the window, where you find your boyfriend, with an apologetic smile. One moment later, his face ripples with shock when he sees you sticking your head out.
"Hyuck?"
"Y/n!" He exclaims with excitement. His arm raises to point at the student he three rocks at, "I thought that—"
"Hyuck, I moved last month, remember?"
Holy shit, he does remember. He remembers helping you get most of your books up there and setting up all the lamps before completely passing out on your bed for hours. "Oh, right."
"Sorry for throwing pebbles at your window," Donghyuck says as he turns back to the stranger he disturbed, "I meant to do it to Y/n."
The student rolls their eyes, before they disappear from the window and shut it completely.
He then turns to you, before reaching his arms out with a smile. "Come down please?"
At this, his smile, his tone, you can't help but completely melt. It won't hurt to take just a little break, right?
And that is how you find yourself back in Donghyuck's car, in the parking lot of his favorite diner, a fresh plate of waffles in front of you. It's both your favorites, in fact this is where you came for your first date. The waffle is huge, and has ice cream and strawberry sauce drizzled right on top of it, and in your opinion, it's unlike anything in the world.
A tip you two like to keep in mind when ordering these is that you always want to go there either when it just opens, or anytime after 9 in the evening. In the morning, you can still get the ones fresh out of the waffle maker, when it's still warm and crispy but soft on the inside. In the evening, it's better to go after rush hour, when nobody's there. That way they can still make it fresh. This is all theory you and Donghyuck have made with every time you come here. It's been a long time since you've come here, you realize, as Donghyuck offers you a piece of his waffle.
You chuckle, and it has your boyfriend grinning just at the sound of it. "Hyuck, we're having the same waffle."
"And?" He counters back, "mine could be much tastier, you never know." Once again, the fork pokes at your lips with the waffle on it, but this time you open your mouth to eat it. Somehow, it is tastier, but maybe that's just because Donghyuck fed you.
He himself agrees, when you feed him a piece of your own waffle. He chews it with a bright smile, wiping the strawberry sauce from the corner of his lips.
Some time passes, and the waffles are finished, paper plates thrown somewhere in Donghyuck's back seat. He has your hands tangled with his, leaning over to lay your head on his shoulder. It feels nice to have this after weeks, to be with you after weeks.
And somehow, you can feel his relief at this fact. You can feel it when his fingers squeeze tighter around yours, when you turn to see he's looking at you with such a longing gaze. And instantly, you feel guilty.
"Look, Hyuck,"
Your boyfriend is listening intently at this, leaning in closer to hear your words.
Your fingers trace at his, drawing patterns at the back of his palm. You don't look at him, you simply stare at his hands, your hands. The way he squeezes tighter has your heart clenching.
"I know I'm not around a lot."
Your words surprise Donghyuck, more than you'd like them to.
"I'm sorry," You mumble, tearing your eyes away from your tangled mess, finding comfort in Donghyuck's warm gaze he sets on you. In them, you see nothing but pools absolute love and adoration, just for you.
You're honestly so confused as to how he could love you so much, when you barely have time for him recently.
"I didn't mean to neglect you this past month. It went by so fast without me realizing and now I feel like a complete ass because of it."
All you can think about now is how lonely Donghyuck must have felt while you've been busying yourself with studies and projects, all you sense is guilt, sorrow, and the sensation of your heart sinking to your stomach.
Unbeknownst to you, Donghyuck really feels almost the exact opposite. He finds comfort that you're working so hard, he feels so proud that you're trying your best to achieve the highest you can, and he's completely willing to wait as long as it takes just to be there for you when you need a break, to see you cross the finish line with no regrets.
His hand traces along your thumb gently, and he tugs your arm closer to him. You don't take note of this, however, dismissing it as a muscle spasm.
"I just... I've never had anything like you."
It's true, most of your life was just surrounded by books and all the information you could cram in your head, and suddenly there's a clumsy guy stumbling into your life, telling you how cute you look when you focus, asking you out on a date during one of your study sessions.
At first, you didn't think it would last that long. You didn't think it'd get that serious.
But suddenly, he was all you've got. Your whole world, the love of your life, something you'd be devastated to lose. You don't know what to do.
"I really, really like you, Donghyuck."
Donghyuck's heart starts beating faster, his chest swelling with so much warmth that stretches his lips into a smile, that has him clenching onto your hand tighter.
"I don't know what I'd be without you,"
He knows you've been immensely busy, he knows that he didn't cross your mind that much, he knows you haven't been worrying about him the way he's been worried about you. But he knows that you love him. He knows that you still adore him as much as you always do, proven from the longing looks you give him every time you glance up into his eyes, he knows from the way you gladly accept his waffle piece when he attempts to feed you, he knows from your apology and the guilt in your voice.
And god, does it drive him crazy.
Donghyuck once again tugs at your hand, taking hold of your other wrist. "Hey, don't worry." His voice is laced with so much comfort, so much love that you're so sure that he's the human form of love itself.
"I know you've been busy, and I know that you're guilty about it. But you don't have to be, okay? You might think that I feel upset that you aren't calling me, or texting me that much, but believe me that I feel as proud as how I miss you."
You never thought you'd ever be relieved form yoru guilt, you never thought you'd forgive yourself if Donghyuck ever said he did feel neglected, and he here you are, feeling nothing but relief rushing through you at his words.
You ought to do nothing but tumble into the warm comfort of your lover and to just sob, to just surround yourself around him, to just have one relaxing break from all the intense studying you've been doing.
And now that you realize it, behind all the guilt, all the sorrow, you miss him like absolute hell. You're not sure why you're just feeling this now, but you think it's because you didn't think you deserved to miss him, not when it was you who was constantly ignoring him.
But now, even with Donghyuck right in front of you, you have never ever longed for him so, curling your fingers around the sleeve of his hoodie to tug him closer.
A small murmur of 'I missed you,' slips from your lips, and in an instant, you feel yourself reaching out to wrap your arms around Donghyuck's torso, finding your face buried deep into his shoulder.
Donghyuck's chuckle bounces around the car, vibrating right into your ear, and it sounds almost heavenly to you. What does feel heavenly, however, is his hands that glide across your back, rubbing up and down as you start to slowly break down in his embrace.
"Don't worry, I'll always be here for you."
And no matter how guilty you feel, no matter how scared or sorry or anything, you know it's true, and you know that you wouldn't even think twice to do the same for him.
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decembermoonskz · 2 years
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izzy! about your rant- this is one of the main reasons why i kind of stopped writing for skz. ive said it numerous times, but stays just dont know how to appreciate their creators. especially with fics like yours; you write fantasy stuff and things that are so so original and well thought-out, but in the end, its not what the community on here knows how to appreciate. its so easy to get notes on smut -and i dont wanna sound like im bashing smut writers, i just dont really get the appeal- but why do writers like you and so many other stay writers that write things like you do, not get the same amount of interaction? its a problem thats been talked about since i can remember, but the stay consumers on here still dont seem to understand how much interaction makes a difference in our motivation to post.
since i started writing for nct, i got much more interaction and feedback; i got asks, i got comments, reblogs- i got everything i wanted and desired as a skz writer. im not telling you to change who you write for, because thats stupid; you love stray kids and thats who you want to dedicate your time to, but im just further pointing at the fact that the audience is at fault, in a way. its not your fault you dont get interaction and you are not ungrateful for wanting it, its totally normal and understanable.
we didnt start writing to get notes; we were all writers before posting on tumblr. yes, we write for ourselves because it brings us joy. but since we have people that read and consume what we create, it would be amazing to get at least some reblogs and feedback. dont feel bad about it and dont let anyone make you feel bad about it.
i learned not to really care about notes and stuff, because it only made sad in the long run, but one thing that i use to reassure myself when posting is that i had a lot of fun with it, i love what i created and there will always be someone that finds it, even if it is just one person, and if that person likes it and it made their day, its worth posting even for that one person.
keep going izzy, your writing is beautiful and it will always find someone that appreciates it:)
whoa hey bar i wasn't prepared for how long this was thank you so much for sharing your thoughts on this. i remember you saying these things before. i really agree with your third and fourth paragraphs for sure.
honestly rants on this topic are very uncommon for me because i enjoy my writing way more than note counts. i think the reason i'm even really thinking of this stuff now is because i've recently been writing my own original stuff ✨✨✨ so that's been a lot of fun, just as fun as writing my fics and it made me realize i could just as easily keep my fics to myself and enjoy them. idk if that makes much sense??? but yeah it just has me thinkin'
i really liked what you said in para 4 for tho, because that's exactly how i feel about my writing. i know that if one person really likes it then i think it was worth posting it in the end. when black rose came out i was honestly shocked with how much feedback it ended up getting and the fact that it's well on its way to 900 notes is mind-boggling to me. then there's gold and silver, i adore that series with my whole being and regardless if one or one hundred people read it i'm finishing it, seeing people actually enjoy something that i know is "unconventional" for a community (online-wise not just stayblr) that tends to gravitate towards more general likes and preferred genres really made me really happy.
yeah even tho i'm well aware of how the stayblr area doesn't really do much for engagement i really do love to write for them. i've written for enhypen too and i still enjoy it but skz will always be who i write for most (i have thought of experimenting with other idols too but not sure who yet maybe nct dream? no guarantee but it has been a passing thought)
i get what you meant tho, i don't have any hate for smut writers, i'm friends with some of them and have interacted with some of them and they're really nice people, so absolutely no hate to them. it's just very obvious where the community directs their eyes to rather than sfw things or more plotted content. that's just a reality we have currently so it's not one person or a certain type of writer's fault. :)
i really appreciate your encouragement tho bar you're a true gem and i hope you have the best days, you always make my day you sweet bean. (stay safe and hydrated okay? and don't be shy to come and say hi every now and then i miss you *hug*)
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rosenpacht · 4 years
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Jaehyun as an ESTP (again) (NCT Daily vid: To you pt. 3)
SOOO I found something that makes me smile throughout the entire video.
Honestly, I’ve been waiting for the 3rd part of NCT’s ‘To You’ video, especially Jaehyun’s part. Like I’ve been wanting to see how he would act in the video. I mean, obviously the video is sooo touching (although Jungwoo kinda trolled a bit lol), so I was looking forwards to see Jaehyun like be serious and all.
Eeeek. WROOONG.
I should’ve known better. Jaehyun is so ESTP...
I don’t know... I’ve never done something like that video, so I don’t know how I (as a fellow ESTP) would act. But what I explained in one of my previous posts about the ESTP love language, actually shows here in Jaehyun. The ‘words of affirmation’ being our last one.
(click here to read the post that I’m talking about)
Right from the beginning...
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AWKWARDDDDDD~~~
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Jaehyun be like “I love you hyung but this is too cringy..........”
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On a serious note tho,
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KKEUT. 끝
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HONESTLY THOUGH,
I feel like Jaehyun was being the sincerest. But, like I said, it might be a little bit awkward for us to be in an emotional situation like that. Obviously, the whole video was supposed to be serious, and sincere. And like I said before, ESTPs are better at SHOWING our love rather than saying it out loud.
.....I think(?)
Bonus: Jaehyun being cute without even trying imma cry
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junicai · 3 years
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infinite.
| summary | When Aria's with her boys, it feels like the sky's the limit.
| word count | 2.3k
| warnings | none
| era | circa. June 2021, filming for Hello, Future music video
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The grass in the empty stadium had been liberally covered in fake flower petals - the healthy green of regularly watered grass slowly becoming overshadowed by the light pink and yellow that settled lightly atop it. 
The white corduroy overalls that Aria donned were splashed with colour in fake paint splotches to compliment the petals - yellows and greens and pinks mixed with blues and oranges in a jumble of streaks that were stark against the otherwise plain material. The Doc Martens that all eight of the members had been fitted for were all padded at the toe and the heel - lest the hard rubber break away skin and cause them to bleed during filming.
Aria crunched several petals underfoot in the heavy boots as she wandered over to the other boys who had been released from hair and makeup a handful of minutes before her. 
The sun was just reaching it’s highest point in the sky, the heat bearing down onto her exposed midriff and almost entirely cancelling out the cool breeze that threatened to rise goosebumps on her stomach. The floaty, bell-sleeved crop top was, in Aria’s opinion, absolutely gorgeous. She had already planned out the best way to corner Heejin unnie - one of the stylists that had an especially soft spot for Aria and her pout, when used effectively. 
Shaking her freshly dyed blue hair out of her eyes, Aria broke out into a light jog to catch up to Renjun, swinging an arm around the boy’s shoulders. 
“Hi!” She smiled brightly. 
Renjun wrinkled his nose at her playfully. “Hey. You done in makeup?”
Nodding, Aria replied, “Yeah. They wanted to touch up the colour in my hair and stick a couple more tattoos around.” She pointed to the new daisy sitting underneath her eye, and the Make Peace, Not War written in differing fonts along her left forearm. 
He aah’d exaggeratedly, patting his own upside-down HELLO on his arm absent-mindedly, before frowning lightly. “Is your colour coming out already? I thought they only dyed it a couple days ago.” Lifting up a hand, Renjun brushed away the strands in Aria’s fringe that were falling into her eyes, cringing lightly when they came away covered in blue residue. 
Aria pulled away from his fingers, shaking her fringe back into place. “They didn’t have any dye left, so it’s hair chalk.” She explained. 
Renjun made another noise of understanding, looking at his smurf coloured fingertips thoughtfully. When his eyes flickered up to meet Aria’s, they had a mischievous glint in them, and she barely had the chance to turn on her heel and break out into a run before Renjun was giving chase hot on her heels. 
“No!” 
“Yes!” 
Her boots were beginning to rub the skin around her ankle raw, still not broken in enough to stand the test of a sprint through a football field, but Renjun was behind her - holding up his hand threateningly - and that was enough to keep her powering through the burn.
“Stop it!” Aria panted, laughter beginning to soil her already failing lung capacity. Her pace was lagging, but much to her relief; so was Renjun’s. With a final burst of energy at seeing the ground she’d gained on him, Aria made her escape attempt-
Only to be captured by Jeno, strong arms wrapping around her waist and swinging her around in a circle to be plopped right back down in front of a now jogging Renjun, an evil smile on his face. 
“Lee Jeno!” Aria protested, wriggling against the arms that had yet to release her. “Let me goo!” 
He deigned not to respond, but Aria could see the matching glint in his eye, and she resigned herself to her fate. He shared a nod of understanding with Renjun who was advancing slowly now that his victim was immobile. 
“Renjun.”
A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. 
“Renjun, I’m sorry.”
His smurf-hand raised threateningly again. 
“I’ll do your dishes for a week.” 
With a final step, Renjun was now within a half-arms distance from Aria. 
“Jenooo-” Aria cut herself off with a squeak, as Renjun dragged his fingers over the bridge of her nose, leaving behind a trail of the blue hair chalk. Aria flailed in Jeno’s grip, but he held her fast, even going so far as to tug her down into his lap on the ground to hold her steady. 
Now entirely stuck, Aria resorted to flailing her limbs as much as she could, which really wasn’t a lot when Jeno tucked her legs beneath his knees, trapping her with all four of his limbs as Renjun rubbed the rest of the hair chalk off of his fingertips and onto Aria’s nose and cheeks. 
Revenge enacted, her attacker eventually settled back onto his heels, fingers now chalk free - having spread most of it over Aria’s face as a replacement for blush. 
Aria let out a small sneeze when the loose dust tickled her nose, blinking harshly in surprise. 
With her eyes closed, she couldn’t see the hand Renjun held to his heart, or the pout that Jeno’s lips formed at the cute sound. The two men peered up at each other, silently agreeing that: Yes, it was unfair that she looked so tiny and cute with blue blush. Sometimes, life wasn’t fair, and it was coming for Renjun and Jeno’s heart in the form of a very tiny girl with a blueberry nose. 
With a pat on the arm from Renjun, Jeno released Aria from his grip who promptly turned around and rained a series of light smacks onto his chest, only stopping when her rings snagged in the necklace he wore. He made no effort to help her, asides from holding her up when he accidentally leaned back and nearly took her down with him. 
“Traitor!” She declared once she had untangled the jewelry. For her own revenge, she ran a finger through her hair to collect the chalk and smudged the colour onto Jeno’s cheek in a bright smear. 
The shocked look in his wide eyes was enough to have Renjun coughing out a laugh, the other two soon following. The patch of grass they had settled onto was far enough away from the filming location that there were no petals to hinder Aria’s plans of laying down onto her back, hands splayed over her stomach as she laughed along with the boys. 
“Guys!” It was Mark’s call that drew their attention away from the coloured chalk - although Renjun did let out another snicker at the light blue cloud that Aria’s hair left on the grass where she had been laying - and together the trio made their way back over to the other five members. 
When Jeno and Renjun got distracted in comparing the temporary tattoos they had both been decorated with, Aria slowed her pace enough to let the two wander ahead without her. 
She slid her focus away from the duo and towards the group that had settled in between the flower-covered goalposts, some standing, some sitting.
The bright colours of this concept was a nice change, Aria thought. She loved doing sexier concepts - don’t get her wrong, she loved the empowerment that came with it, and the twitter reactions were always fun to scroll through - but she’d missed this kind of bubble pop. Songs that made something uncurl up in your chest, complemented and encouraged by all the bright colours and messages. 
When Aria had read through the lyrics the first time, she’d never felt like she’d loved a song more without hearing it. They meant something, especially to her. 
Hello, Future; and all that.
And the costuming was always so fun. Short skirts were never the most ideal things to dance in, and the heeled shoes were the bane of her existence (no matter how good she looked in them) so the sturdy boots and durable overalls was a welcome switch-out. 
Her boys looked happy with it as well.
With Hot Sauce, there was an infinite amount pressure to get it right. It was the first full album that NCT Dream was going to release, and it was 8DREAM. They had Mark back. They were all adults at that point. There were expectations to meet. They couldn’t pass things off as being children anymore; they had millions of eyes watching them, and it was like having someone breathing down your neck. 
The pressure just kept mounting and mounting until it loomed over them all like dark clouds that you could just know held heavy rain. It was like they were debuting all over again. Re-debuting as eight again. Aria doesn’t think she remembers a single thing from the set at all. The whole thing is just a blur in her memory. 
Hello, Future, this time around, is different. The members had gathered in the living room around Donghyuck’s laptop when the Hot Sauce music video aired, watching as the views racked up and positive comment after positive comment poured in. They’d read through each and every one, Mark and Aria translating the English ones that the others couldn’t read. 
If Aria cried, one arm wrapped tightly around Jaemin, with the other held Mark’s right hand in his lap, then no one commented on it. It could be, because they had tears of their own in their eyes - but no one can say for sure.
They ended up sleeping on the floor that night, laptop discarded on the couch that was stripped bare of pillows and throw blankets. Curled around each other - this time with her head on Renjun’s chest and her stomach monopolized by both Chenle and Jisung lying horizontal from each other, Aria felt the tension and the fear that had been teeming underneath her shoulders for the last two months abate. 
The terror that if the album had flopped, then they’d be facing disbandment like so many kneitzens wanted. 
Or worse: Dream would keep going, but they’d lose Mark again. 
Even the thought made something horrible curl up in the pit of Aria’s stomach. 
No. 
Never again. 
The odd sleeping arrangements were not something that were uncommon in the Dreamies dorm (Honestly, Aria can’t remember the last time she had slept alone in a room, let alone a bed. They had a system worked out for when someone genuinely needed time alone, but otherwise, most bedroom doors remained open all night.)
This time, Mark was forcibly settled into the middle, everyone clamoring that he’d missed out on nearly three years of them - and he wasn’t getting ride of them that easily again. 
To his credit, Mark went without much argument, although that probably falls down due to the fact that god, he had missed them too. 
Over the weeks of practicing together, re-working the choreography for the songs that had been released when Dream was seven members only, they found their rhythm again. The one that they had lost in 2019, the one that Mark had taken with him when he’d graduated from the group.
Finding it again felt easier than breathing. 
Aria thought she’d never get to see her boys smile so brightly as they did together again, giving the colourful flowers lining the grass a run for their money. 
From her position a ways away from the group, she watched as Chenle immediately launched himself at Jeno as soon as he was close enough, tackling the older boy onto the ground where they both landed with a thud, Chenle’s head whipping backwards with the force.
She watched as Jeno - ever careful - had tucked a hand behind Chenle’s head to catch him even before they started to fall, his hand taking all the impact as they came into contact with the ground.
Jisung was quick to clamber up, eager to pull Renjun over to Jaemin and show him what they had been doing. She watched as Jaemin held up a small crown made of the fake petals, held together loosely by the short strands of confetti that were scattered around the goalposts. 
Mark was leaning his back against the post, head tilted down onto Donghyuck’s shoulder. Donghyuck was watching Jeno and Chenle wrestle with each other - cheering for one or the other, depending on who was winning at that exact moment. 
Aria watched as Donghyuck slowly slipped into silence, tilting his head down to look at Mark’s peaceful expression as the eldest seemed to almost doze off on his shoulder. 
And, she watched as Donghyuck lifted his eyes, flickering from each of the members. His eyebrows furrowed, scanning the group again before he craned his neck towards the rest of the field.
When his eyes locked onto Aria’s, he raised an eyebrow, but deigned to stay quiet - choosing against startling Mark with a yell. His expression was enough, though. 
Donghyuck understood Aria on a certain level that she thought not a lot of people could. She had a unique bond with each member of Dream, but Donghyuck sometimes knew what was going on in her head before she even did. 
Which is why, instead of teasing her for being an introvert, or running away; when Aria strolled up to join the group he just extended the arm that wasn’t wrapped around Mark’s waist, beckoning to her.
After being firmly tucked into his other side, Aria curled into his chest with a sigh, shivering lightly when the sun slid behind a cloud for a brief second and the air felt cooler than it had all day.
Feeling her shudder, Donghyuck tilted his head down to look at her the same way he’d looked at Mark a moment ago, before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. 
“You okay?” 
Aria nodded. “M’okay.” 
(Donghyuck didn’t realize that his lips were blue from the chalk until Jisung pointed it out, some thirty minutes later.)
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Yuta-Nakamots’ NCT 127 Masterlist 
Welcome to my masterlist! Please make sure to check out the guidelines for rules about my writings and feel free to take a look at the upcoming release schedule. Be sure to join my general taglist if you’d like to be tagged in my future works. Thank you and have a nice day!
Key
Genres f || Fluff a || Angst s || Smut m || Horror and other mature genres t || Action
Extras ✧ || 200+ notes ™ || ToMie TradeMarked (inspired by a dream I had)
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The Christmas Song (f) || Teaser || - Single Parent!Taeil x Single Parent!Reader - 4.7k
It wasn’t uncommon for when the weather grows colder, many hearts do as well. Though you hoped this was not true in the case of yours and Taeil’s, that the warmth of each other’s hearts would be enough to break the ice. Part of the Taste of Winter Collab.​  Part of the NeoWinter Festival and the NeoHoliday Festival.
s . j o h n n y
Touch (f,s) ™ || Teaser || - Volleyball!Johnny x Reader - 8.6k
As a first year student majoring in English, you would have never thought that you’d end up working for the sports news network at your university. Even more so, flirting with one of your coworkers who happens to be on the men’s volleyball team. Part of the NCT Sports Collab.​
[2:50pm] WAP (f) - Boyfriend!Johnny x GN Reader - 0.2k
l . t a e y o n g
Back 2 U (f,a,s,m,t) || Teaser || Prologue || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || - Gang Member!Taeyong x Gang Member!Reader - 27.2k (ongoing)
To ensure the fate of your gang in the new era, your parents decide to arrange a marriage with the most powerful clan, the Lee clan. Taeyong, the up and coming leader of the clan, is soon at your beck and call, ready to give anything for you even if it’s his own life. Inspired by @choco-mark’s series, A Marriage Of Inconvenience.
✧ Tiger Inside (f,s) || Teaser || - Hybrid!Taeyong x Reader - 6k
Your life in quarantine is as boring as normal until your long-time boyfriend Taeyong wakes up with new features, specifically those of a tiger. Neither of you know what to do besides continuing on with your daily lives and accommodating to his new habits. Part of the Wasn’t On Pawpose Collab.​
Long Flight (f,a,m) ™ - Among Us!Taeyong x Among Us!Reader - 5.6k
Join your crewmates in a multiplayer game of teamwork and betrayal! But beware…as there may be an impostor aboard! Their goal is to eliminate the rest of the crew and they will sabotage the ship, sneak through vents, deceive, and frame others to remain anonymous and kill off the crew. Part of the Neo Clock Event. Check out the masterlist here.
✧ Summer 127 (f,s) ™ - Boyfriend!Taeyong x Reader - 2.3k
Going to a waterpark was a great way to beat the summer heat though things only seem to get hotter while you’re there.  Part of the the Sunny Side Event​. Check out the masterlist here.
Stuck With You (f) - Boyfriend!Taeyong x Reader - 4.3k
Going on vacation with Taeyong for his 26th birthday was already a gift in itself but it made you realize that there’s no one else you’d rather be stuck with for a the rest of your life than him.  Part of the Around the World in 31 Days Event. Check out the masterlist here. Part of the TaeTae Day Event. check out the masterlist here.
n . y u t a
✧ Playing Games (f,a,s) || Teaser || - Frat Boy!Yuta x Reader - 11.2k
Yuta is a notorious frat boy known for sleeping around with tons of girls yet never getting into a relationship. You never would have thought you’d become entangled with him until fate ends up placing both of you in the same beginner guitar class during your spring semester. Part of the Bingo Collab. Check out the masterlist here.
Pandora’s Box (f) || Teaser || - Soccer!Yuta x Reader 
Yuta was one of the best offensive players on your university’s soccer team yet his defense was just as strong. Namely, his emotional defense. It became a personal goal of yours to break away into his heart and score points in your favor. Part of the Quarter Life Shenanigans Collab.
[12:57pm] From Home (f) - Boyfriend!Yuta x GN Reader - 0.3k
[5:04pm] Fly Away With Me (f) ™ - Dad!Yuta x GN Reader - 0.5k
k . d o y o u n g
Good Thing (f) ™ - Love Alarm!Doyoung x Reader - 1.6k
The Love Alarm app makes it easier than ever to find love but things never seem to be in your favor. You have come to doubt the sensibility of it because, do you really need an app to find love? Part of the Love Alarm Event. Check out the masterlist here.
Highway To Heaven (f,a) || Teaser || - Street Racer!Doyoung x Reader - 4.6k
Doyoung was one of the biggest names in street racing though part of him knew he couldn’t compete forever. But just like a checkered flag, the day he finished his racing career came sooner than he expected. Part of the Adrenaline Rush! Collab​
[7:13pm] White Night (f) ™ - Vampire!Doyoung x Vampire!Reader - 0.2k
Part of the NeoWinter Festival.
j . j a e h y u n
✧ Baby Don’t Like It (f,a,s) ™ - Idol!Jaehyun x Idol!Reader, Idol!Yuta x Idol!Reader - 9.8k
Relationships can get messy as seen by the way you’ve managed to fuck up one that you weren’t even officially in to begin with but at least your boyfriend seems pretty supportive of it all. Part of the 23 Days of Christmas Event​. Check out the masterlist here.
✧ Whiplash (f,a,s) || Teaser || - University!Jaehyun x Reader, University!Jungwoo x Reader - 10.7k
After your letters to your two crushes, who you thought you’d never have a chance with, are mistakenly received, you’re greeted by a world of indecisiveness. You don’t know which way to go, which man to go with, and every choice you make feels like getting whiplash. Part of the To All the Members I’ve Loved Before Collab​. Check out the masterlist here. Part of the Summer ‘127 Event. check out the masterlist here.
Friend In Me (f) - University!Jaehyun x Reader - 0.9k
Not one for costumes, you weren’t over the moon showing up to a Halloween party dressed as Bo Peep with her three sheep. A drunk Buzz Lightyear and a handsome sheriff Woody quickly change your mind about that, though. Part of the NeoHalloween writing festival. Check out the masterlist here.
[12:10pm] Paper Plane (f) ™ - Physics Teacher!Jaehyun x Student Teacher!Reader - 0.5k
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jeontaehui · 3 years
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homesick.
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summary if you’re going to ask what’s been bothering taehee lately, she’s a really tough nut to crack. it’s her home in australia that she misses but doyoung reminds her she’s got a home here too.
featuring doyoung 
words 2.2k 
warnings mentions of the virus, taehee talks about her family situation
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I. JULY 2020 IN NCT 127’S FIFTH FLOOR APARTMENT 
it wasn’t uncommon for taehee to show up without a word in the fifth floor’s dorm, even during the ungodly hours of the night. she’s able to let herself in ever since taeyong gave her the combination of their apartment’s keypad lock. so, it was no surprise to doyoung when he saw taehee, deep in thought as her eyes were closed, seated somewhat comfortably on the couch of their living room at one in the morning. doyoung guesses she got here a few minutes ago by the way her jacket was still on.
“taehee,” he calls as he pours himself a glass of water, waiting for a few moments before hearing a responsive hum.
“you can go to my room if you’re not planning to go back up any time soon,” he takes a sip from his glass, slightly raising his brows in question when a small smile plays on taehee’s lips and heads towards his room. “you sound like you don’t want me here,” he hears her say before entering. doyoung sighs, “you should be resting,” placing the glass on the sink before switching the kitchen lights off.
when doyoung gets back to his room, he sees that taehee already took a seat on the chair by his desk, her jacket draped over the back of it. he opts to sit on the edge of his bed facing her. “why is hyung not here?” taehee asks, referring to their manager. “he has stuff to do,” doyoung yawns as he rubs his face to stay awake, watching the younger girl pick at the things on his table. “how ‘bout you? don’t you have a schedule at five?”
almost all the members were used to taehee’s late night and early morning schedules. sometimes, they aren’t even shocked that taehee’s been at the practice room an hour or two earlier than their scheduled time. “it’s already one a.m. you’ll only get four hours of sleep.”
“can’t sleep.”
the annoyed click of her tongue tells doyoung she’s been keeping something in her mind. knowing taehee, she’s worried about having the members know what’s bothering her just as much as the the issue itself. 
sure, she’s more than willing to empathize and give a listening ear to the people around her, but for taehee, expressing her burdens is a much harder deed to take on. doyoung bites his lip, “it’s really okay, you know.”
taehee scoffs softly, she didn’t want to sound disrespectful. some of the members were trying harder than she’d let them, but in times like these, she just feels like there’s no hope for her at all, “i know, you guys always say that. but it’s always easier said than done.”
she sighs while pulling at her fingers, a habit she has when she’s anxious or nervous. “i don’t wanna trouble you more than i already am by coming to your dorm. i thought you were asleep so i stayed in the living room.” 
doyoung shrugs, “well, you’re here now so...” 
the latter looks up before closing her eyes, and he knows he’s getting taehee to open up to him, even just a little. “by all means, rant to me.”
it’s always been a challenge for the boys to get taehee to share her troubles; hiding behind the excuse that nothing’s bothering her at all, that it’s just the numerous sleepless nights causing her eyes to swell and dull. she brushes them off with a sad smile. they know her well enough to conclude that wasn’t the case, not until she breaks down at the smallest of things. some members though, like doyoung, try to at least get an idea of what she’s feeling beforehand. after all, it’s not healthy to keep it in her for so long.
“it’s okay. how ‘bout we start with how you’re feeling. hmm?” the older member inquires, grabbing a pillow to place on his lap. “what do you feel right now?”
taehee’s eyelids flutter open, but she keeps her eyes trained on the ceiling above them, “i feel.... i feel lonely.” doyoung looks at her with sympathy, giving her a few moments, but then she adds, “and guilty. but that’s just a small portion of it, i guess.”
doyoung blinks a couple of times to keep his composure, yet his heart breaks inside for the girl, “okay, let’s start with lonely. what’s making you feel that way?”
silence. 
“i miss my parents,” she inhales, before letting out a deep sigh, “i think.” taehee tries to keep her tears to herself as much as possible, causing an aching feeling to come up to her eyes. “and i know i’m here with you guys and it doesn’t hurt as much as before but i miss them so bad. it’s already enough that dad and i don’t live with mom since she’s in canberra, but i haven’t seen them in years and it’s just killing me.”
“you call your dad, right? it’s the weekend tomorrow,” doyoung tries, “you can go on video call with him after your schedule.”
“it’s just not the same anymore,” she puts an arm over her eyes, already feeling that tears were threatening to spill. “everything is just, shit,” she takes another pause, “i know dad’s taking care of himself. he’s at home, he laid off work for a while — he wants the kids to stay at home since the beaches are too packed... ironically. i transfer money, but he insists he’s fine.
“well.... how is your mom doing in the hospital?” doyoung continues to ask, and taehee softens with the genuine concern laced in his tone, yet a weak groan soon overcomes the back of her throat, “i don’t know— i’m not sure. and that’s what worries me the most.”
“your mom’s a doctor. she’s working hard to save lives, and she’d have to be healthy to do so,” doyoung tells her slowly, trying to assure her. “she’s staying safe. i’m sure of that,” he hopes to provide solace to her somehow. he wouldn’t been able to sleep too if these were the thoughts that plagued his mind. “have you called her?”
“two weeks ago,” he frowns slightly at the dejected reply. “it’s definitely more than that,” taehee keeps to herself.
silence takes over the room once again as each of them resort back to their own thoughts — with doyoung thinking of what to make of this situation while taehee, well, worries.
“fuck, what if she got sick and didn’t tell me- “
“hey,” doyoung inches closer to taehee, placing his hand on the arm of the chair, “listen, don’t think like that.” taehee shakes her head in dissent. even if her arm was covering her face, doyoung knew she was crying by how her body shook with her soft cries. “as much as your mom is putting her safety on the line to help others, she’s not careless enough to get sick. okay?”
“it’s still dangerous,” taehee thought once more, but she allows doyoung’s words to sink in and wills herself to believe his words. he watches taehee’s shoulders rise and fall with every breath she took, and soon she finds herself nodding, letting the older boy know that she’s better somehow. he relaxes back into his original position, though worry still swims in his eyes. “just put a little more trust in them, yeah? they’ll be fine.”
the younger one gives him another curt nod as she acknowledges him. sitting up, she eventually looks the vocalist in the eye and a tear slips down her cheek. “oppa,” her voice cracks as she shivers, and doyoung finally catches a glimpse of those glassy eyes, “i really want to go home.”
more start to stream down taehee’s cheeks, and she squints as if she was trying to prevent any more from spilling. “i don’t know why i keep missing something that wasn’t really there in the first place,” she shook her head gently while she spoke. she sees doyoung look away for a moment, watching as he brings his hand up to swipe the wetness pooling in the corner of his own eye. her throat starts to hurt, “is that even possible? i-i keep worrying and i don’t know if this is coming from both sides.”
doyoung doesn’t respond and instead inhales deeply, opening his arms wide to beckon her over.
without a word, taehee goes to sit beside him and breaks down into his chest, her heavy tears staining the front of his shirt. “i’m here. i’m here for you,” he rubs her back, “that’s it, just let it all out.”
he continued to whisper sweet words to her until she calmed down, slowly letting her go to reach for the box of tissues that lay on his desk. “here,” he gives her a small smile as he hands her the container, “don’t want you having snot all over my bed.” taehee giggles at his teasing, pushing his shoulder softly with her free hand as she wipes her nose with a tissue. she feels a hand come to softly smoothen down the top of her head, and suddenly she felt cold and warm all at once.
“they love you,” doyoung mellows, “there are times when you can’t feel it but they do. you’re a sweet daughter, taehee.” the girl gives him a sad smile.
“so,” taehee hears him clear his throat, “you said you felt guilty too. guilty about what?”
she lets out another scoff, but this time with a little smile on her face as if to make fun of herself. “i have this weird thing where i keep things to myself as much as possible to not worry you, but now that you are i just feel guilty about it.”
doyoung nods considerately, “i would tell you ‘it’s okay’, but seeing how you just hurt yourself by keeping all that sadness in,” he pokes at her cheek gently, sighing before deciding to end his sentence there. he knows it could be long before taehee could fully open up to them without having to worry, but it’s a journey he’s willing to take with her if she’d let him. 
“i told you. it’s hard for me,” taehee mumbles. her parents have sacrificed a lot to get her here, and ultimately, it included the time they’d have with her. she wanted to do well, to excel, and if that meant she’d have to make sacrifices too, she would. she wanted to become independent; she kept her problems to herself. she didn’t want to become more of a liability to her members when they were still trainees, their debut being pushed back a bit due to the unexpected addition. “i don’t want to weigh you down more than i already did.”
doyoung shakes his head while pulling taehee closer by the shoulder, “how many times do we have to tell you you’re not a burden. hmm? you already do so much more than me.” this causes taehee to straighten up in protest and open her mouth to speak, but doyoung carries on, “you dance, you rap, you can even sing. you also do lots of things behind the scenes, so don’t sell yourself so short like that. you’re our ace, remember?”
“shut up, you know that’s just for the publicity,” taehee mutters, a small frown taking place on her lips. “mm, but it’s true,” he told her, tone laced with sincerity. “i really do think you’re our ace.”
taehee hesitantly gives him a thanks for his compliment, her voice barely above a whisper. she may seem confident in front of the camera, but at the end of the day, she’s just one of the people who continue to face battles within themselves. though despite her stubbornness, her members never fail to remind her of their love and appreciation for her (as cheesy as it sounds). 
“well, don’t dwell on being guilty anymore,” he pulls her towards him again to let taehee know the genuineness behind his words. “people are all different, we’re all built differently. but the members are patient, and we’ll continue to be, so just... just let us take care of you.”
“open up to us. we’ll be there to catch you,” he turns to look her in the eyes, and taehee melts again at the weight of his words, “don’t be scared okay? we’re your family too.” she blinks away the tears, pulling doyoung closer to give him a tight hug. 
glancing at the clock on his desk, the neon green numbers read 2:54 in the morning. doyoung pulls away and stands up to fix the pillows on his bed, “sleep here, i’ll just sleep on hyung’s bed.”
“i can walk myself back to the dorms.”
“it’s already late.”
“we live in an apartment building.”
“yeah,” doyoung nods sarcastically at her obvious statement, “with other people. you never know what can happen, and i’m too lazy to walk you to your dorms so you’re staying here.”
taehee chuckles at his honesty. to be frank, she’s also tired from letting go of some of the emotional baggage she’s been carrying with her, so she agrees to stay the night, deciding to just wake up early for her five a.m. schedule and head back upstairs. “what if hyung comes back?”
“then we’ll just share his bed,” doyoung jokes, and taehee giggles once again.
once settled, doyoung stretches to turn off the lamp on his desk, muttering a, “goodnight, taehee.”
“goodnight, oppa,” she replies, yawning as she turns to her side. “thank you once again.”
“anytime,” and not sooner than ten minutes, sleep takes over them both. with the reassurance and comfort given by doyoung, taehee could now sleep with a less heavy heart.
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chaoticminhos · 3 years
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swim captain (chapter one)
pairing: bang chan x reader
genre: angst i guess? it’s really just an intro chapter
warnings: none
word count: 2k
a/n: first chapter!!!
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you walked into school with minho's arm draped over your shoulder. he didn’t normally pick you up for school, but it was pouring rain outside and you were not about to walk to school in that, not when you had a best friend with an, admittedly questionable, functioning car. plus, minho couldn’t let his dear swim team manager get sick from the cold the day before a meet, could he?
the school day went by as it always did, slow and painful. the boys were all anxious to get to practice and prepare for the next day. You were, too, even though you weren’t competing.
you used to compete. you’d been on the female swim team for years, but when the two best swimmers on your team transferred schools, the team fell apart, leaving just the boys team. you didn’t mind much, though. for the past couple years, you’ve been managing the male swim team instead of competing in your own, and you loved it. although you still had to attend all practices and meets, you could do homework most of the time, and you weren’t swimming for hours on end, which meant you no longer had sore arms and legs constantly.
you still swam a lot, of course. you couldn’t be close friends with the entire swim team and not go in the water every so often. the boys on the team invited you to every swim team party, and being invited to swim parties obviously meant swimming, and you even got in the pool during practices sometimes, mainly on days after meets because coach tended to give the boys an easy day after a competition. you were treated as part of the team, other than the fact that you weren’t subjected to the harsh warm-ups and workout, and they would not let anyone tell you different.
today, however, was the exact opposite of an easy day. it was the day before a meet and coach was stressed. he didn’t make the boys do much to strain their muscles, since he didn’t want them to be sore for the meet, but boy, could he give them a headache. muscle aches or not, the practice was everything but easy.
“we have never gotten first in a meet that NCT is competing in, boys. the closest we got was over a year ago when we landed in second, and even then, we were 7 seconds behind in total.”
a chorus of ‘we know’ and ‘yeah, coach’ echoed around the pool room. you were all sat on a metal bench against the wall of the swimming room right next to the door to the dressing room. you sat on that bench practically every practice. the only time you weren’t on it was if the boys had you in the water with them.
you were sat in between felix and hyunjin as your coach spoke, silently begging him to speak faster because the boys had just got out of the pool and sitting shoulder to shoulder with two soaking wet boys was making you pretty cold. after all of your efforts in the morning to stay out of the rain, too.
“get a good night's rest and eat well tomorrow, okay? that includes you, y/n. just because you aren’t performing doesn’t mean you get to slack off on taking care of yourself.”
like you had said, you were treated as part of the team.
you laughed, “okay, coach, but only if you promise to, as well.”
he pointed a finger at you jokingly, “you don’t tell me what to do.”
the boys laughed and coach dismissed them to get changed back into dry clothes and head home. this in turn meant it was time for you to pack up anything the boys had used during practice and make sure the pools were covered and clean. manager things.
while bending down to lay the pool cover on the pool the boys had used during practice, you felt someone come up behind you and lightly shove you like they were going to push you into the pool. they immediately pulled you back to avoid you actually falling, but it scared you, anyway.
minho laughed as you yelled in surprise, holding you close to his chest so you wouldn’t accidentally actually fall into the pool during your fit.
it didn’t surprise you when you heard minho’s laugh. he loved to mess with you. between him and the 7 other boys, there wasn’t a day that went by where you didn’t get teased or scared or generally harassed at least once. more often than not, you got messed with many, many times in a day, but that’s what you get for being friends with 8 teenager sized kids. you shoved minho’s arms off of you as the last of the boys came out of the locker room.
you joined the rest of the boys near the bench where they were making sure they had everything in their bags. your coach had left the room, having done everything he needed, and that left just the 9 of you to talk.
“you guys are gonna do great tomorrow. you always do.”
“it’s because we have such a great manager.” hyunjin replied, amusement in his voice.
you let out a sigh, “i know. what would you guys ever do without me?”
“crash and burn, probably.” chimed in seungmin.
“probably?” began chan, “we’d definitely be done for if y/n left us.”
you laughed at their words, cheeks turning pink at chan’s comment. although he treated you and spoke to you in the exact same way the rest of the boys did, you always found yourself blushing at his words. you wouldn’t exactly say that you had a crush on the captain of the team you’ve been managing for years now and have since the first time you met him, but that would summarize the situation you were in.
you grabbed your own bag and swung it over your still damp shoulders, cringing as the straps pressed the wet material into your skin.
minho placed an arm around your shoulders, a gesture he meant to be warm, but it only pressed the cold fabric closer to your body.
“ready to go?”
you frowned at him, attempting to shrug his arm off of your shoulders, “i can walk, it’s not-“ you cut yourself off with a yelp as thunder sounded, unconsciously shifting closer to minho. he chuckled as you grabbed for his free arm, now completely accepting the one across your shoulders. you could deal with the wet fabric pressing to your skin if it meant minho would make you feel safer.
you weren’t deathly scared of storms, but you didn’t like them by any means. especially not when the thunder was so loud.
“still wanna walk?”
you glared up at him, keeping your arm around his. no one gave it a second glance, it wasn’t uncommon for you to be this close to minho. it wasn’t uncommon with any of the boys, to be honest. they were cuddly and so were you, it worked out.
still holding on to minho’s arm, the two of you left the building, calling goodbye to the boys behind you. the second you got out the doors and into the wind, you began mentally cursing yourself for refusing to grab a jacket that morning. minho, ever so attentive, noticed you shivering and pulled the two of you under a small roof alongside the building. he took off his sweatshirt and handed it to you. you pulled it over your shoulders and thanked him, continuing the path to his car.
he turned the heat on in his car and rubbed his hands together. you felt bad, he must have been super cold after surrendering his jacket to you. you wanted to apologize, but you knew minho wouldn’t let you. he was the type of person to seem like he didn’t care about anyone too much but would do anything for those he cares for without a second thought.
he turned the radio on and pulled out of the parking lot. he didn’t need directions to your house. he had been there quite often, whether it being for swim parties or to pick you up or drop you off.
he pulled into your driveway and stopped to let you out, but you didn’t budge.
he raised an eyebrow at you, “what?”
“don’t wanna be alone.”
“aren’t your parents home?”
you shook your head, “they’re in the cities for business right now.”
without asking any further, he pulled the key from the ignition and reached into the back seat for your bags, tossing you yours and throwing his own on his shoulders, opening his door and heading to your front door. you hurried to leave the car and unlock your house, not wanting to be out in the storm for any longer than needed, especially since minho was only wearing a t-shirt.
the two of you stepped into your house and he headed right for the living room after kicking his wet shoes off. you did the same, tossing your bag next to his on the ground beside the couch.
“go take a shower, you must be freezing,” you said to him, “use the one in my room, i’ll put some of my brothers clothes he left when he went to college on my bed for you when you get out.”
minho nodded, heading in the direction of your bedroom.
“don’t take too long, though. i don’t wanna be alone for too long.” you mumbled, quiet, but still loud enough for him to hear.
he chuckled at your request, promising not to take too long as he walked into your room. you waited until you heard the water running to go into your brother’s room and find some clothes you thought would fit minho, ending up with a pair of grey sweatpants and a loose white t-shirt, throwing one of your brothers old school hoodies in the mix as well, in case he got cold. you didn’t bother to fold the clothes, tossing them onto your bed and sitting down on your living room couch. you turned the tv on and pulled up netflix, searching for something in the horror section. you weren’t the biggest fan, but you knew minho liked scary movies. he was only staying to make you feel better, it was only fitting that you watch a movie he’d actually enjoy and not some sappy romcom that you’d usually force him into. you let the movie start up, pausing it before anything started, partially so minho wouldn’t miss the beginning but mostly because you weren’t equipped to handle any of the movie alone.
after a few minutes of you snuggling into the couch trying to distract yourself from the storm with your phone, the water shut off and minho strolled into the living room, sitting down right beside you and pressing the play button for the movie. he checked the title, raising his eyebrows at you.
“horror? aren’t you like… already terrified because of the storm?”
you sat up, “you’re here, dummy. i’ll be fine. plus,” you added as an after thought, “this movie isn’t even supposed to be that scary.”
oh how wrong you were. it wasn’t even half way in and you were huddled into minho’s side for dear life. you tried to blame it on the thunder, arguing that you weren’t scared of the mediocre at best plot and execution of the movie, but you both knew better. minho had his arm draped over your shoulder in his usual protective way. the only times he moved were when he was shifted from your flinching at the jump scares.
by the time the movie ended, the storm had calmed down and thunder hadn’t struck in a while. minho was going to head back to his own house, but you insisted that, since it was dark and the roads were still wet and it was already to late into the night, he could just crash at your place. it didn’t take much to convince him. he’d spent countless nights on your couch after movie nights and impromptu hang outs.
you handed him a pillow and some blankets and said goodnight, waking into your room and pulling the door shut. whether it be because there weren’t any loud cracks of thunder or that minho’s presence made it easy for you to relax, you fell asleep right when your head hit the pillow.
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𝘙𝘌𝘔𝘌𝘔𝘉𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘊𝘌 ☾ [ 𝘭.𝘮𝘬 ]
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⧏ part of the ‘before i met you’ collective ⧐
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synopsis: — “girl, i got your lovin’ on repeat.” but like, literally because mark can’t seem to stop replaying the memory of your love, over and over again, in his head. endlessly.
✧ idol!mark x (fem.) reader → idol!jeno x reader ✧ post breakup au, cheating au
✧ genres : angst, nostalgia, minimal fluff ✧ word count : 4.7k ✧ disclaimers : suggestive themes, mentions of infidelity, mentions of sex, minor swearing
✧ playlist : you were good to me - jeremy zucker, chelsea cutler | highway to heaven (english ver.) - nct 127 | be my mistake - the 1975
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author’s note — a sad spinoff of mark’s infamous line in highway to heaven. it’s really sad, i don't know why you would read this and i'm unsure of why i wrote this in the first place. enjoy!
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✧ PRESENT
mark takes four, evenly spaced out swigs of water, deciding to down the whole bottle before realizing that he's only a third of the way through his recording session. he's tired, the vein in his forehead showing and his hands limp by his side. there isn't much to the song, except the few lines that are in a deeper range, but mark swears that it's the lyrics that are getting to him. his throat seems to close up at the words 'love' and 'you,' and the producer is annoyed to say the least, telling him to take a break not thirty minutes into the session.
the said boy slips the headphones off of his neck and hangs it securely on the sheet stand, exiting the room per the producer's instruction. mark hesitates before taking a seat at the couch, even the most inconspicuous things seem to make his mind spin. he closes his eyes to rest but almost instantly wishes he didn't because he's met with the sight of you.
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✧ NINE (09) MONTHS AGO
the producer's angry at mark but he isn't entirely sure why, too preoccupied with glancing through the thick glass window, separating the rest of the studio with the recording room he's currently in. he figures it probably has to do with the fact that he can't take his eyes off your sleepy figure on the black leather couch, clutching the matching black leather pillow to your torso. your eyes are glossed over and laced with fatigue, laid shut for most the time, only snapping open at the sound of mark's singing voice. 
he thinks, well knows, that you're cold, noting how you're dressed in only a thin baby blue cropped camisole and his sweats that are obviously too big for you. despite the heat of summer outside, the recording studio stays cold with a generous amount of ac. he's in the middle of silently reprimanding himself for not thinking of bringing a hoodie for this specific case scenario but is brought back to reality when the producer has taken it upon himself to play the backtrack of the song, not bothering to notify mark in his current state. 
mark rubs at his throat with his left hand, his right clutching a wilted sheet of paper with the lyrics and his notes on it. he takes another glance at you, giving a small smile and thumbs up, before jumping into his part at the right beat. a part of him is always nervous when you decide to join him in the studio but moreover, he's extra motivated to give you the best (almost) one-on-one show he can, absolutely giddy off the times when your eyes would glisten with astonishment at how well he could rap and sing or when he would comment at how he thought this line should sound and how that line should should be sung (especially after you had told him, albeit a little drunk, how hot he looked when he was so clearly passionate for what he did).
while he came to the closing line, confident he had closely nailed it, he met eyes with a displeased producer. quickly finishing up, mark questioned him, with a quirked brow, only to be met with a rather comical response. "your girlfriend's snoring too loud, i can't focus. can you ask her to leave, please?"
this wasn't the first time the two of you had encountered complaints like these and mark let out a low chuckle as he nodded in understanding. mark retrieved his phone and quickly dialed jeno, whom he knew would be awake, asking him to pick you up at the main entrance, however soon. after confirming the ride and returning his phone to his pocket, he took quick and quiet steps to the couch where you lay and slid an arm under your knees, another around your back, lifting you as gently as he could. mark felt you curl into him and he looked down to make sure you were still asleep, returning your mindless gestures with an involuntary smile.
he loaded you into the backseat of jeno's pristine mercedes, careful not to fold your legs in an uncomfortable way, and jeno returned the curt nod he had sent in thanks. the boy looked as he usually did at this time of night, messy hair and glasses just about slipping off his face. stretching the seatbelt across your frame, mark gave you a quick kiss to the forehead and shut the door as quietly as he could.
mark trudged back into the studio, gulping down a good amount of water before stationing himself in front of the mic once more. he felt another surge of motivation, the source this time being the strong desire to head back to the dorms as quickly as possible to cuddle you to sleep. his head should be brimming with thoughts on how to better approach his line but instead, he focused on the realization that whether you were there or not, you were always his motivation, his driving force.
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✧ EIGHT (08) MONTHS AGO
the night was young, or rather the morning was, the clock on mark’s nightstand telling you it was just past two a.m.. your head was brought back to face mark’s, his finger guiding you by the chin, and he closed the distance between your lips with haste. it wasn’t like midnight makeout sessions were all that uncommon for the two of you but these days you felt that mark wanted something more from you. his kisses that were once filled with slow adoration and sweet smiles now felt rushed and with a new purpose that you couldn’t quite place. 
unknowingly, you stopped kissing him back, not realizing until he detached his face from yours. mark’s eyes were clouded with confusion and something you could only describe as lust, though you were scared to confront him about it. moments were shared just looking into each other’s eyes before his low voice broke the silence, “what are you thinking about?” 
you genuinely contemplated his question but were unable to come up with any string of words that could encompass the suspicions you had. so you replied with a nonchalant, “nothing,” knowing that he would take the hint that you were uncomfortable and stop before anything escalated.
it was shocking to you how mark had simply accepted that as an answer and returned closer, this time peppering small kisses to your jawline, down to your neck. you let out a small grunt at this but didn’t stop him nonetheless, opting for silence. his lips had reached the base of your collarbone and you felt him rearrange his hands so they were at the hem of your shorts, sliding two fingers under to smooth out the skin beneath. 
you felt he was about to pull down your shorts, hands already moving quickly, when you shot your hand up to his wrist. “stop,” you let out, weak and embarrassed, with the hope that you could dodge this situation out the window. he lifted his head ever so slightly to look you in the eyes and for a fleeting second you think you saw a hint of annoyance in his expression. well, that’s new.
“every time, y/n,” his voice sounded exasperated, “every time i think we’re getting somewhere you always stop me.” a few seconds elapsed as you drank in the understanding that he knew you were avoiding having sex with him. 
“is it me? and i doing something wrong?” you were surprised at how small he sounded, in stark contrast to the words he had said just before. his eyes were no longer hungry but instead, worried and distressed, and you had an inkling that this was somewhat of an inner debate for him as well.
“no, mark. it’s just- i’m not ready for it. i’m not mentally ready for it.” the words were slow and precise coming from you and you hoped that they delivered the amount of sincerity that you meant. you went on, continuing your thoughts, “i’ve always thought that i would wait until i was 20,” you paused, trying your best to stop your voice from shaking, “but i’ve always known that i want my first time to be with you.”
he took his arms from your hips and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. mark neared you once again but this time encircled his arms around your shoulders, bringing your head into his chest, the sobs that you had suppressed now being forced out by his sweet actions. he stroked your hair until your erratic heartbeat slowed and whispered into your ear, “it’s okay, baby, i understand.” 
it was the first night of few that you had gone to sleep feeling safe in his arms, now with his knowledge of your insecurities. mark, on the other hand, didn’t quite know how to feel, his thoughts keeping him up until the ungodly hours of morning before his mind surrendered to his tired body.
he knew, first and foremost, that your feelings were to be respected. he knew, more than anything, that forcing you to have sex with him was simply not an option, much less a possibility. but laying in bed that night he couldn’t help the unsettling feeling in his stomach of disappointment. he couldn’t help but think about how he had to wait until your twentieth birthday, at the very soonest, in order to fulfill the desires that had stampeded his mind since day one. however wrong he knew the situation to be, he couldn’t help but think that he really wasn’t going to wait and that maybe, just maybe, he could get away with switching things up.
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✧ SIX (06) MONTHS AGO
you were at the dorms since seven in the evening, occupying yourself while waiting for mark to return from his hangout with his old school friends. it was late by now, nearing one in the morning, and as usual when situations like these would occur (as they often did these days), you found yourself in jeno’s room, sitting on one of the many cushions strewn about the floor in front of the large flatscreen tv, also propped up on the floor because jeno hadn’t bothered to buy a table for it to sit upon. the two of you were loud despite the quiet hour, yelling at the screen in hopes that it would give you some extra power up or increase your abilities at striking the opponent. also as usual, jeno would win, sending you into a long rant about how you would’ve won if only you had used the character that jeno used or if you hadn’t fallen off the map twice or if jeno just, didn’t play. he had retorted with something along the lines of, “i think that what you’re really trying to tell me is that you just suck at this,” and you had agreed good-naturedly, not wanting another full blown pillow fight to take place.
halfway through laughing at jeno for being too slow to pick the character you both were eyeing for the next round, the door to his room had opened, revealing a very worn out mark, his lips curved into a lopsided smile until he noticed your close proximity with jeno as he tried to strangle the controller out of your hand. you and jeno had paused, mid-strangle and mid-struggle, looking at mark with wild eyes, filled comically with surprise. 
“hey y/n, i- i’m back,” were the words that had left his mouth after he had conquered his flustered state. further venturing into jeno’s room, mark noted the childlike glances you and jeno stole at each other like children caught in the middle of a fight and wondered when the hell you guys could have possibly gotten so close. you were almost always busy in the daytime, as was jeno, and mark was reluctant to admit that maybe it was in those times where he was absent, in his free time that he used to save up solely for you, that the two of you had gotten well past acquainted with each other. a familiar feeling of guilt gnawed at the edge of mark’s mind as he realized that the time he spent on his sexcapades was also time you spent with other people that were not him. the jealousy must have outswept his guilty mindset because he gently prodded at your elbow and said, “my room?” before you could press play for yet another round. to his relief, you had nodded excitedly and turned to excuse yourself from jeno, the boy nodding in return and shooting knowing smiles in your direction.
it was no surprise to you that mark had already pinned you under him barely two minutes after settling into bed. these days, he was so kind and gentle with you that you were so sure that he might as well be the love of your life. it softened your heart that mark had really heeded to your preference to not have sex until you were twenty and you couldn’t help but feel even more prepared, now that you knew it was with someone so worthy of your trust. 
tonight though, you felt as if it were okay to break the little rule you had made for yourself, with the way mark was kissing you and the low thrum of excitement and longing in the pit of your stomach. you felt as though you didn’t need a number to signal when you were ready but rather a feeling, a sign, that made everything clear. you were so sure, oh so sure.
with your hands tracing the bottom hem of mark’s shirt, you held onto it and raised it up and above his head and outstretched arms, ridding him of the shirt and tossing it aside. your hands explored the vastness of his bare chest and broad shoulders, your eyes clouded with the one thing mark had always wanted to see, lust. his heart soared and pumped wildly in his chest as he watched the expression on your face slowly morph into confusion. switching his line of vision down to where your eyes were trained, he felt his heart drop, and his mind reeled at the sight of a hickey, proudly flushing the skin just under his collarbone, unabashedly. your eyes on him suddenly felt like they were burning holes through his composure, like they were carving up the secrets he had buried deep within his heart. he felt it all, his world of carefully planned lies crumbling under your stare and wilting at the touch of your fingers on his guilty skin.
you watched him gulp visibly and had to remind yourself for the fifth time in the last ten seconds that you didn’t give him that hickey, not today in his bed, not yesterday or the day before in yours. you pressed your index finger hard into the colored blotch, pushing him off of you, sitting up and gulping yourself before asking, “why is that there?” 
mark’s silence only increased your desire to throw up. your emotions had really took a sharp u-turn and instead of feeling like the luckiest girl in the world, you felt shitty and even more than that, pathetic. “mark, why is that there?” you repeated, and after being left in the dark once more you urged on, “who did that, mark?”
mark seemed to be at a loss at what to say, his mind bickering endlessly on whether to come clean or say that it was just an unfortunate burn mark. but after minutes of debating, he could only come up with one thing that felt the most appropriate to say, “i’m sorry, y/n.”
your tears fell, sliding down and across the crevices of your face unopposed. mark’s hand instinctively went to wipe them with the pads of his fingers but he found his wrist caught in your hand. again. you gently laid his hand back on the bed and reached for his shirt, tossing it in his direction, then almost ejecting yourself off the bed and out the room before you were stopped by mark’s incessant rambling in attempts to make you stay.
“y/n it’s exactly what you think, i’m not gonna lie. i know, this is bad. i’m bad and- and extremely at fault. i just- i thought i wanted more. but please, y/n- y/n please look at me.” 
the tears in your eyes made everything seem like distant blurbs but even if you could see clearly, you doubt that you wanted to see him. “i can’t, mark.”
“okay, yeah i get that. but please, trust me when i say that i’m so sorry and that- that they didn’t mean anything to me, nothing at all. and that i won’t mess up again- ever again if you just,” he paused, entirely sure that this wouldn’t work but going on nonetheless, “give me another chance, y/n.”
if your heart could break again, you’re sure it would’ve. the ache that had dulled in the last two minutes returned again, this time twofold, as you hung your head low, back still facing the boy. “they,” you muttered as though it were a foreign word, “they as in... more than one.”
mark chastised himself at the minor slip up but felt that it was better anyways to fully come clean. he let go of his shirt that he was harshly gripping and slid off the bed, crossing the room quickly and grasping you by the shoulders to turn you towards him. you let out something that could only be described as a sad yelp and pushed his arms away, gently. “this isn’t something we can just talk about, mark. no matter who or how many times or even how many. all i know is that it’s over, we’re over.”
with that, you left the dorms, scurrying to get out of the damned place, ignoring jaemin’s worried glances and jeno’s ‘are you okay’s?’ you were anything but okay. you were falling apart with each step you took, farther and farther away from the boy that had once made your heart whole, the boy that had also crushed it in his bare hands, the sharp edges scraping his flesh apart like glass. you walked the long two-hour walk home, sore feet yelling at you but you were deaf to everything except the memory of mark. the elatedness he had made you feel and the crippling pain he inflicted on you not a second after, it was all coming down in fast breaths and shaky hands. you felt as if you were on a rollercoaster, the cart unfastening itself from the rails just as it hit the climax, the only way to return to the ground was to plummet to your death.
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✧ TWO (02) MONTHS AGO
mark was really uninterested in his cereal but there was nothing else in the pantry that could fill his stomach. jaemin enters the kitchen as well, but says nothing to mark as he also sits along the counter with his own bowl of cereal. both the boys sit in silence... that is, until you enter seven minutes later, when the boys are just about sipping the sweet and lukewarm leftover milk. you’re carrying two large brown paper bags, one in each hand, and your back is turned towards the pair, unaware of their presence. just as your about to turn and set one of the bags onto the counter where the boys are sat, jeno enters, also unaware of them, and slips two arms around your waist, pressing a soft kiss right under your ear before pulling back, taking one of the paper bags with him. he turns to set it on the counter but stops halfway when he sees mark and realizes what he had done in his presence, eyes wide.
mark was still uninterested in his cereal but the little show of affection he just witnessed suddenly made the now gray-ish milk seem infinitely more intriguing. he opts to stare at it instead, swirling his spoon around and trying to mull over his thoughts. his head was about to blow with all the new information. just seeing you for the first time in four months would’ve been enough to catch a sob in his throat but knowing you had moved on? that packed one hell of a punch.
you finished unpacking the contents of the first bag into the fridge and proceeded to get the other one, folding the bag along its creases, but were met with three boys staring at each other in silence. collecting your expression to show less concern and more surprise, you thought that maybe it was about time you confronted him, after all, you felt that you had moved on well enough. still, parts of you thought that it was too risky, that your heart would prove you wrong and show you that you really weren’t fully over him. but looking at the boy himself, for the first time in months, your heart calmed itself. maybe what it was seeking was closure. 
the corners of your mouth inadvertently edged upwards into a small smile as you place a hand on the counter, leaning into it. “hi, mark. it’s been awhile.” the boy wasn’t even looking at you, but rather at what you assumed used to be a bowl of cereal. he raised his head slowly, looking unsure, but locked his eyes with yours nonetheless. a small smile, not unlike yours, was plastered across his face as his voice came out small, “hey, y/n. it’s nice to see you again.” 
you gave him another light smile before taking the other bag in your hands to empty it out as well. in all honesty, you had no idea mark was going to be at the dorms today. and it’s not like you were actively avoiding him, it’s just that jeno and you opted to spend time at your place rather than the dorms, just for the privacy. you wondered why mark never thought of that when you were with him. maybe it just wasn’t important to him at the time.
shutting the fridge door with a firm push, you turned once again to be met with the three boys in silence. jaemin’s eyes were frantically looking back and forth from jeno and you to mark, seemingly taking on the role as spectator. in a sense, you felt that this may have been entirely inconsiderate on your part. the boys hadn’t said much to you regarding mark since the breakup but from what you gathered, they knew the basis of what had happened. jeno knew for sure, being the one to comfort you and bring you down from your hysterical state but it was odd to know that the rest of the boys were also aware of mark’s actions.
you felt bad for him, however incredulous that could sound. he was a kind boy, no doubt in that, and yes, he cheated on you but even then, you never questioned his love for you. in some heinous sense, it was genuine, albeit also twisted. perhaps he was exactly what you needed to learn that love wasn’t always just a rush of feelings; it wasn’t always the beating of your heart thrumming in your ears, and very rarely was it the nervous flush across cheeks paired with shy glances. love, more than anything, was trust and respect. it was long-withstanding patience, over greed and over self-indulgence. he was there to teach you that love was both the big picture and the little gestures and everything in between and that you had simply fallen for the little sliver of true love he had offered. mark would never be the love of your life but for once you were fine with the fact that he was your first.
turning on your heel, you exited the kitchen, head cleared and heart light because the hole in your heart no longer felt hallowed and empty. it was full now, healed with only a scar to remind you of the highs and lows of the boy that once held your heart in his hands followed by the boy that did the same now. mark’s feelings were beyond you, a figment of your past you didn’t bother to unearth. sauntering into jeno’s room, you set up the game console you brought over, with nothing on your mind other than jeno, jeno, and jeno.
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✧ PRESENT
if mark swears that he loved you then, he isn’t sure how he could describe what he feels now. he knows it’s stupid that he doesn’t want to move on and how he’s let himself fall farther into the idea of you even as you slip farther and farther away from him. he is lovesick in every way that he isn’t allowed to be.
mark’s grip on the black leather pillow loosens as he tells the producer with a rushed tone that he doesn’t want this. he doesn’t want to be in nct dream anymore. he tells the producer that he feels it should be time to focus more on his new projects, like superm or future nct 127 activities. he doesn’t tell the producer that, more than the previously stated reasons, he doesn’t want to see you sneaking into jeno’s room after dinner at the dorms and he doesn’t want to sit in his room, alone with the sounds of your voice blooming through the thin walls and spilling beneath the cracks under his closed door. he doesn’t tell the producer or his manager or any of the higher ups at his company that he doesn’t want to keep up the facade of looking okay whenever you strike up small talk or ask him about how he’s doing. he doesn’t tell anyone, and barely even admits to himself, that he loves the way you still smile at him and how his heart speeds up ever so slightly whenever your eyes would meet. the least he can feel is ashamed of himself and the most is hatred and disgust; each time he hears your name in passing or sees your face for a split second he’s reminded of how little he feels as a whole in comparison to his feelings towards you, good or bad.
it’s later that night when mark returns to the dorms for one last time. he swipes makeup remover under his eyes, revealing the dark circles and the pimples that had sprouted from the new layers of makeup that were needed to cover his fatigue. mark runs his fingers through his disheveled hair and decides that showering is for tomorrow, that today, he would let himself fall apart one more time. 
he dips the edge of his bed, looking down at his hands to keep some sort of semblance. breathing ragged, he hopes that no one comes to interrupt the pain he has laid out for himself. he’s worn out from within and he prays for a day when he can feel okay without having to dissolve himself within his workload. he waits for that very day when he can fall asleep without the need of exhaustion. 
feeling around the duvet, his fingers clasp around his phone to check the time but is instead met with a notification that says: one year anniversary♡. his breath hitches, heart lodged in this throat.
tossing his phone back into the messy abyss of his bed, mark lays down on his back, lost in the vast emptiness of the ceiling, and asks himself for the nth time if it was all worth it. the petty lies that held so much more meaning than he’d let himself feel. the desire that clawed through all his righteous thoughts and dared to disrupt the pretty glow in your eyes. the pointless girls he used to chase his highs, the same highs that he would fall from in tears and sweat that drenched his soul, suffocating him yet drowning out his sorrows. he shuts his eyes, your hearty laughter ringing in his ears, over and over again, like a mantra he could never tear himself from. and for the nth time, mark admits that no, none of it was worth it. 
and so mark bathes in the silence of his dimly lit room, in remembrance of why he feels nothing and everything at the same time.
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✧ edited end note — hello you, yes you who just read this. this piece was my first published fic and it has such a deep hold on my heart. reading through a few months later, it makes me happy to see growth in my writing and growth in my blog. thank you for stopping by. wishing you lots of love, rouiyan.
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lovestrucked-again · 4 years
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Sanguine III
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Genre: Mafia AU Warnings: dark themes, blood, guns, creepy evil guy. Word Count: 3k
Summary: You’re a second year med student taken in by the house of NCT. It’s not uncommon to be the last to learn things within the house but when your safety is threatened, you’re forced to leave home with no option. But it only makes things worse.
A/N: my tags werent working and it really bothered me, sorry. Prev | next _____
The car ride to wherever you were going was very awkward, it was painfully clear that this group of people you were taken by were an extremely hostile group. The leader who previously had so much interest in you was now completely ignoring your presence.
You sit in the car, wedged between two members who you learnt went by the name of Jimin and V. You try to hold back your voice and the quiet sniffles but it’s a struggle. As you feel time drag out you can’t help but think you’re only getting further and further away from home; and you begin to sob uncontrollably.
A heavy sigh comes out from the man driving, “Can someone shut her up? I’m trying to drive.”
The two men at your sides only shrug at each other and you stifle your sobs as hard as you can, not wanting to anger them and endanger yourself more – but it’s a struggle.
Finally, the leader who is sitting in the passenger seat turns to look at you, his eyes a fury red “For fucks sake, princess can you please be quiet?”
You choke back the cry that’s about to leave your lips and pinch down on your thigh in an attempt to focus on the pain instead.
“V block her sight, we’re almost near.” The driver calls out, signalling to the man beside you. The member on your right begins to shuffle in his seat, searching in his pocket for something. He pulls out a line of fabric and leans over to tie it around your head. You hold your breath as your vision becomes blinded by darkness; fighting to stay still. He gives it a little tug around your head and you jerk at the tightness letting a quiet growl of annoyance and pain.
It’s only a matter of minutes before the car finally pulls to a stop. You turn your head around, clueless of what to do as you hear doors open and shut.
“Get out.” An unfamiliar voice tells you. You shuffle further away from him, refusing to move and he sighs, reaching in and pulling you by force – out the car with a heavy grunt. You stand behind him, your arms flailing for support as you step with caution and no vision. An arm grabs you by your wrist and drags you up to what you presume is a staircase.
“Slow down.” You yelp, trying to keep up with his pace.
“Stop being so fucking slow.” The guy grumbles
“Then give me my goddamn sight back.”
Finally, the guy leading you has enough and you bump into his figure, almost falling at the sudden impact. “Fucking hell.” He mutters as you hear him fishing through something.
Unknowingly to you, he reaches into his pant pocket pulling out a white material and a small bottle. Unscrewing the lid, he empties some of its contents onto the cloth.
“Why’d we stop?” you ask, your stomach turning at the unexpected cease of movement.
The guy turns around, gripping your wrists together and the smell hits you faster than you realise. You struggle against his hold trying to fight back but when you finally fly free, hands link around your arms, cuffing them behind your back.
“Got you.” The voice behind you laughs.  
“Let me go!” you scream, releasing the last bit of breath you have before you sink to the floor and lose consciousness.
***
“She’s awake.” You hear an unfamiliar voice says, the person stands at a distance from you, staring at your direction. He has sharp eyes and a set jaw; from where you were looking he seemed really tall as well, but you aren’t certain.
Your vision’s blurry as you sit up, falling in and out of consciousness for a good 20 minutes, until the faces and voices around you start to become clearer. You scan your surroundings lazily, aware of the soft bedsheets under your skin. The room was simply put together; a couple of dim lights, a bed, table, and a connected bathroom.
You’re unaware that there’s another man standing in your room as he’s covered by the shadows of the dim lighting. As you attempt to get out of the bed, he steps out from the doorway.
“There’s no point looking around, you’re not getting out unless told.” He sneers.
You close your eyes, trying to regulate your heavy breathing and the ringing voices that you could hear coming from different sides of the room.
“What should we do with her?” the guy closer to you hums to himself, the question rhetorical as he twirls a knife between his fingers.
“Stop scaring her Jungkook.” The voice from the door says, leaning against the frame.
“Why it’s not like RM’s keeping her alive for long anyway.”
You hear footsteps approaching and the two men inside straighten up a little, presenting themselves in a better manner. You look to your left and the door to the bathroom remains open. With little thought, you jump off the bed, darting straight to the entrance, but in two strides, Jungkook catches up with you.
“Where do you think your running off to?” he chuckles, turning you around to face him as he slams your back into the wall with a loud crash. You cry out in pain and drop to the floor.
RM’s voice is easily distinguishable, booming with authority as soon as he enters, “Careful with her.” Jungkook retreats back to his original spot beside the bed, letting RM approach you. “Get up” he tells you, offering his hand to you. You refuse, wrapping your hands around your legs and curling into a smaller ball as he clicks his tongue in annoyance. “I said get up” he warns, bringing his hand close to your face. Who does he think he is? Fucking leaders all think they can demand everything.
You respond by spitting into his palm and turn your head back into your legs.
The other two men in the room stifle back their laughs whilst RM chuckles, wiping his hand on your hair. “What a pain.” He mutters. He takes a step back, signalling the laughing men to come over and pull you up. You yelp when the rough arms tug your arms away from your knees and bring you standing upright. RM smiles, seeming satisfied with you now and he places himself just a few centremetres away from your face.
“Let’s try this again shall we?” he smirks at you disturbingly, sending chills down your pained back and bringing your hairs on your arms to rise. “Who are you to Taeyong?” he asks in a patronising tone, making you feel somewhat sick.
You don't answer him, choosing to look down at your shoes instead. They were still the slippers from the hotel room but now covered in a dirty mess; no longer white. You think back to your arguments with Lucas and his annoying snoring that had kept you up the entire night. If you had fell asleep then maybe you wouldn’t have noticed the ringing, you wouldn't have been bought into this. But would that mean, the boys would be dead? The guy pinches your chin between his thumb and index finger, pulling your head roughly towards his face. “I asked you a question dumb bitch.”
You swallow hard, thinking of something to lie and respond with but before you’re able to answer, someone beats you to it.
The driver from before enters the room, “She was taken in by NCT back in 2018, apparently her parents died in a car accident and they found her.”
“Car accident? Was it suspicious?”
“I’m not sure, I’ll look into it.”
“Thanks J-hope.”
Jungkook still holding tightly onto your arm grins to himself as he murmurs the words aloud, “And here I thought you were Taeyong’s girlfriend.”
The leader turns his attention back to you, tracing his fingers over your lips, “Who are you to him princess?” he coos, stroking the side of your face in a less than comforting way and staring straight at your eyes, squinting slightly. You answer back straight away, this time, not wanting to repeat the same mistake.
“I’m just someone they took pity on.” You mutter.
“Did your boyfriend teach you to lie as well?” he asks, edging his face closer to yours in attempt to intimidate you.
“He’s not my boyfriend and I’m telling the truth. I barely see or talk to Taeyong and it wasn't even him who found me. He doesn't care about me.” You wanted to sound brave, but your voice comes out with little confidence, just the squeaking noise that makes you look more pathetic as you struggle against the grip tightly around you. “Just let me go.”
“Sorry sweetie but that can’t happen.”
You heart was racing out of fear at the realisation that every single man in the room was staring at you. A few other unfamiliar faces who had joined in on the show without you noticing. You try to think logically, coming up with a plan that would ensure your survival for as long as you could last.
“If she means nothing to them… we can kill her, right?” Jungkook asks, a bit too excitedly.
“No, not yet.” The other member on your right mumbles
“Why are you always ruining my fun Jin.” Jungkook groans. “Oh okay how about torture her instead? She might even expose some secrets along the way.”
“No.”
RM starts walking towards the door of the room, leaving as he picks up a call on his phone. “You guys can keep an eye on her for now, I’ll be right back.” And with that, he walks out the room, slamming the door behind him.
***
Night comes fast. The two men from previously, Jin and Jungkook had stuck with you the entire time, watching you like a hawk as you sat still in bed, spacing out in your thoughts. They stayed silent and finally disappeared after staring for hours on end when you ducked under your covers and fell asleep.
When you wake up, you realise it’s only early in the morning, the clock on the wall indicating around 3am. There’s no one in your room and you decide it’s probably worth checking if your bedroom door was locked from the outside. You tiptoe over to the door, pushing down on the lever as softly as possible and it clicks open; the door creaking as it swings. You gasp softly as the corridor comes into view.
The corridors are long, hollow and dark once again being illuminated by only the moonlight coming through the far window. You don’t know where you’re going but you were going to have to guess your way as best as you can. It’s dead silent as you move and you assume everyone’s fast asleep, taking the opportunity to tip toe as fast as you can.
When you come to a corner you and turn swiftly, your heart skips a beat at the sound of sharpening knives.
“And where do you think you’re going?”
Your mind goes blank and your heart drops; you were so close. You back away, turning around and begin to run in the opposite direction where you came from, travelling down an unknown route. As you hear something clatter on the floor beside you, you sprint faster realising knives are being thrown at you.
“The further you run the worst it’ll be.” He shouts. You hear the back of your shirt being teared as the knife skims past you, nipping at your skin. Ignoring the pain, you take another turn and realise you’ve made it into what looks similar to the meeting room back at home. There’s a phone at the end of the table and you dart towards it after locking the door.
“Come out, come out wherever you are.” Jungkook sings out, twirling his knives in his hands as he approaches the door.
You stumble at the phone, quickly punching in the number you had been forced to memorise for situations like this. The line rings once, and you start biting at your nails, on the second ring you can hear the door handle jiggling, on the third ring – someone finally picks up.
“Hello?” the voice answers.
“Johnny?”
The voice comes out in a ramble, urgently asking a string of questions, “Y/N? Is that you? Where are you? Are you okay?”  
“I don't know where I am,” you cry, clutching onto the phone, “I think I’m at their house or something.”
“Are you okay?”
You slide down to the floor, choking down your sobs. “No, help me, I don't know what to do.”
Johnny can hear the broken down tears in your voice and it brings a great deal of pain to him being so far apart. But the only way he can help you now is to offer you instructions, “They won’t hurt you Y/N, just listen to them okay? Don’t anger them. We’re trying to find you now.”
You nod frantically, forgetting that he’s unable to see you, “I think there go-”
Your words are cut off as you hear the door creak open. Your heart pounds against your chest as you breathe heavily into the phone, watching Jungkook’s footsteps pace slowly around the entrance of the door. Your hand is covering your mouth to prevent yourself screaming and exposing yourself but it’s too late. Jungkook clicks his tongue, scraping the knife against the wall as he bends down into a squatting position. You watch as his chest comes into view, then his shoulders, then his mouth, and finally his eyes.  
“Found you.” ________
Back at home:
As soon as the door shuts, Taeyong rolls his head back, letting out a soft swear as his mind runs in a mess. He’s aware Mark is somewhere within the house, having noticed his movement earlier on when you were still there.
“I’m calling for the others.” Haechan informs Mark, pulling his phone out to call for everyone to group together. “Be careful going down, they might still be around.”
Mark and Johnny give a nod to each other before moving down the stairs, splitting up to search the area first.
“Left side’s clear”
“Right side clear.” Mark repeats, heading straight to Winwin. He holds his breath as he places a finger on the unconscious boy’s neck, checking for a pulse as everyone stands silently, waiting for his confirmation, “he’s alive.”
The members give a nod and relax visibly, everyone much less anxious than before.
“Sorry we’re late guys.” Johnny mutters, untying the bonds from Yuta first. Yuta pulls out the cloth in his mouth and spits it out.
“They fucking ambushed us.” He growls, turning to his side and freeing Jaehyun. Johnny works at the rope around Jeno’s hands.
“Why was Y/N here?” Jaehyun asks, groaning in pain as he sits against the wall, pressing into the wound at his side.
“Their leader called her here apparently. Threatened her with our lives.” Mark responds, being the one you told directly.
“Fucking bastard.”
Mark moves over to help Taeyong as Yuta crouches beside Winwin, checking for other injuries and preparing to administer basic first aid. “Hey Jeno can you go get the first aid kit from the kitchen?”
Jeno nods, disappearing further into the house to look for supplies.
Haechan walks down the stairs, joining Yuta to look after the unconscious member, “They’re on their way.”
Once everyone’s finally free, Johnny glances over the mess of the ruined room. The members are all injured varying with severe bleeding to bruises and cuts on faces and body parts; and as well as that, you were missing. Johnny rakes a hand through his hair in frustration, the silent room eating at his nerves as everyone keeps themselves busy, “Taeyong I think you should explain to us what’s going on. What are they accusing you of?”
All eyes are trained on Taeyong as he tries to get back up on his feet, turning around to face the group.
“RM and I grew up together as kids,” he whispers out, only slightly audible, “he thinks I killed his younger brother and I’m guessing he’s here for revenge.”
“Did you?” Haechan asks.
“No. I was framed, but I don't know by who.”
“And taking Y/N is revenge?” Johnny confirms, his anger boiling.
“I’m assuming so.”
Johnny turns to the wall, keeping his breath steady as he attempts to calm himself. He was one of the members who had been on the minority side, arguing that you would be safer staying with the group rather than leaving the city, “Fucking hell.”
It’s quiet for the next 20 minutes or so as everyone tries to help each other out, grabbing bandages and all the medical supplies for Kun when he arrives. Just as Yuta and Jeno lock themselves around Winwin, the door opens and the members pile in.
Doyoung who happens to enter first stands struck in starlight, unsure what to say, “Wow you guys look...”
Jisung follows after, finishing his sentence, “Great.”
“Better than usual for sure.” Chenle pipes up.
“Bring Winwin downstairs, I’ll meet you there.” Kun informs the boys, heading straight to the infirmary with Renjun trailing hot behind him.
“Did you find anything?” Taeyong asks, directing his question to Doyoung.
“Jisung’s been trying to find the vehicle that left the house. We lost them at a turn.”
“They turned at a corner and the camera in that area seems to be switched off.” Jisung explains.
The leader falls back against the chair, clutching onto the burning pain, “Damn it.”
***
The members move swiftly throughout the day, allocating themselves to a task whether it was cleaning up, helping in the infirmary, or finding your location. A day had already passed since you were last seen.
While most people followed the orders well, Johnny seemed to struggle with concentrating on his task. He avoids Taeyong, knowing that he’d only lash out at the leader if he says a word. Instead, he chooses to sit on his balcony just outside his room and he leans into the comfort of his chair. He taps continuously on the table beside him as he stares at the moon, wondering if you’re okay, if you’re fighting back.
The sudden vibration in his back pocket brings him out of his trance. He digs for the phone, pulling it out and debating whether to answer the unknown number. He places the phone to his ear, sighing as he answers, “Hello?”
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Hello! May I ask headcanons for Kiseki no Sedai? Their reaction to their girl being cool and sexually dancing (something like k-pop girl group cover dance, if you know it) with her dance team at a school festival (or something like that).
A/N: Since my character limit is five I chose to do hcs for Akashi, Aomine, Kise, Murasakibara and Midorima, hope that’s fine with you! I immediately thought of Loona’s dance cover of Cherry Bomb by NCT 127 (https://youtu.be/s7kxoMYg3l8) which is so BADASS (both the song and choreography) and Move by Taemin (inspired by Twice’s cover: https://youtu.be/QTfzryUBlO0). Reader is in a group that dances to both in one set! Also I’m assuming the reader is in the school’s dance club/group that decided to do a cover of a lit K-pop song for some kind of school festival!
Akashi Seijuro
Since he is president of the student council, he is backstage helping ensure the performances/festival runs smoothly
Has timings of each performance down to the second — and he knows exactly when you and your dance group is slated to perform
Since your dance group had to submit the songs + a short clip of your performance to the student council, Akashi already knows what songs you are going to perform
Was going to do some more research on what the choreography involved, but you begged him not to because you wanted to surprise him at the festival
Doesn’t stop him from listening to the songs and familiarizing himself with the melodies and lyrics - k-pop is something you are passionate about and he always want to learn more about his girlfriend
While you and your group are on deck and getting ready to go on stage (he knows there are still two more acts before you) he stands next to you
Maybe kisses your forehead I AM SO SOFT FOR FOREHEAD KISSES FIGHT ME
“I’d say good luck, but I don’t think you’ll need it darling” afjaofe;ja;feka
You’re Akashi fucking Seijuro’s girlfriend - he has high standards and probably would date someone who is equally as hardworking + high achieving as him 
Besides, outside of basketball he knows Rakuzan has an equally formidable dance program so the boy knows you are talented
Is so impressed when you start dancing to Cherry Bomb - the choreography is intense and requires so much synchronization as you switch between all the complex formations - he thinks you could teach the basketball team a thing or two about teamwork
You go HARD with the tutting at the end before you start doing edging your feet out until you’re almost doing the splits - Akashi respects how much strength and training went into performing the dance break + ending flawlessly
When the music changes to Move he is STARING at you - eyes are glued to your form as you perform
The moves are so sensual and he can see how you intensely look out into the audience - he can sense the sexual tension that fills the room 
At the same time is awed by how much control you have over your body - he can see how every movement is planned, from the position of your hands to the way you shift your weight between each dance move
As your hands glide along your body, he can’t help but get slightly turned on
Also glares at all the male members of the student body who are looking at you a little too intently
When you finish your set he calmly hands you a water bottle while smiling proudly
May ask you for a private encore later
Aomine Daiki
You mention the performance in passing, probably while you and Aomine are having lunch on the roof 
Despite his nonchalant response, Aomine remembers that you’re performing in the back of his mind - although he does get the occasional reminder from Momoi or teasing remark from Imayoshi 
Doesn’t really want to get too involved in the school festival - it’s far too rowdy and he thinks the idea his class came up with for the festival is a hassle (imagine if it was a butler cafe LMAO poor Aomine) 
Probably sneaks away from his shift managing his classroom’s booth or to find you and wish you luck (or uses you as an excuse to ditch his shift for a couple of minutes)
He knows you’re good at dance - he’s seen how many hours you spend rehearsing and how much you love dancing (and Kpop) 
Will sneak into the auditorium and probably stand in the middle of the crowd - probably doesn’t see the point of cramming in the crowded area right in front of the stage
Impatiently waits for you to come up on stage, he’s bored and is sick of the skits that other groups are putting on 
When it’s finally your turn he’s focusing intently on the stage. The instant you come out in a badass outfit with dark makeup and a black crop top he grins because you look AMAZING
The music starts and you launch into an intense sequence of tutting and formations shifts that has his eyes widening in surprise 
now he understands why you always felt the need to drill the choreography into your muscle memory, because remembering moves on top of switching spots with everyone else makes the performance that much more impressive
Proud of his badass girlfriend
When Move comes on he smirks - although you can’t see him, he watches you move your hips and trace the outline of your figure 
Can appreciate the sensual yet serious expression on your face that makes you look gorgeous, but definitely does not appreciate the dumbass boys in the audience who are drooling over your body 
After the performance he finds you and kisses you before wrapping his arm around your shoulders
Scowling at the now intimidated boys from before, he says “Gotta remind those idiots that you’re mine”
Will definitely invite you over to his place to spend the night for some “quality time” 
Kise Ryouta
Kise knows you’ll be performing a kpop dance at the school festival and is super excited
He probably helped style you and your team for each song - pulling out some leather jackets and ripped jeans for Cherry Bomb and picking out a diverse all black ensemble + accessories for your cover of Move
He hypes you up all day about the showcase: sends you good luck texts and gives you a hug before you have to go backstage + will keep you company when you do your make up before hand
Is not afraid to elbow his way through the audience so he can have a front row seat to your performance
Made the entire Kaijo basketball team come with him and instructs them to cheer loudly for your performance 
He’s pretty up to date with current music trends and listens to a fair amount k-pop himself so he’d probably recognize the songs you were dancing to + be somewhat familiar with the choreography
When you come on stage he’s already shouting “Go y/n-chii!!!” which makes you smile and you manage to make brief eye contact with him right before you get into your starting pose
It’s like a switch is flicked - you went from being his cute and smiley girlfriend to a serious BADASS - your expressions are so intense and serious Kise can’t help but be drawn in
When he hears the opening line of Cherry Bomb he’s thinking oh shit because damn that choreography is tough
From the tutting, to moving in sync with all the other members, to all the different formation changes - he knows this is a challenging piece to perform
Gave you his leather jacket (he probably got it from a modelling gig or something) to wear and seeing you dance in his jacket is just *chef’s kiss* stunning 
and it lets all the other annoying boys in the crowd know that you’re his because it has his jersey number embroidered on the back 
If people start shouting the fanchants he’ll join in because anything to support his amazing girlfriend
When you all change outfits and switch to move he is dying
He’s right in front of you and you are making very direct and SENSUAL eye contact with your boyfriend while you move your hips into another body roll
Kise smirks back and will pin you with an equally intense and lustful stare
When he sees you after the performance he immediately strides towards you and pulls you into a fierce kiss 
Spends the rest of the festival with his arm around you, bragging about his amazing girlfriend to anyone who will listen, then he’ll take you home and ;) 
May take advantage of perfect copy and learn a duet/routine with you sometime in the future
Midorima Shintaro
MY CARROT BOI — I swear I am taking this seriously
Midorima probably doesn’t listen to too much kpop - he prefers being able to enjoy the lyrics of a song and listening to Japanese music means he won’t have to look up lyric translations
Maybe has heard some Japanese versions of kpop songs on the radio, but is overall unfamiliar with the genre (context: Since Japan has such a huge market for K-pop, it’s not uncommon for groups to release Japanese albums where they sing the the in Japanese) 
When you first mention that your club is going to be performing at the school festival, he probably pictures some cutesy, bubblegum pop girl group song 
Is putting this into his calendar and making sure he sets reminders because he is NOT about to miss his girlfriend’s performance
Secretly happy because you are putting in extra practice for the rehearsal which means you stay late at school. Since basketball practice always runs late he’s glad he now has the chance to walk you home
Day of: checks your Oha-Asa horoscope and makes sure that you have your lucky item - he will buy it himself if necessary 
Knows you worked super hard on this performance so he knows you’re going to be fine
This tsundere carrot shyly wishes you good luck before you head backstage: “Good luck y/n, not that you’ll need it! Nanodayo…” with a slight blush on his cheeks 
Makes his way back to the audience - he made Takao save him a spot
Somehow Takao got his hands on a setlist/hear rumors and figured out what you were performing and is secretly filming Midorima’s reaction because your boyfriend is about to COMBUST
Cherry Bomb comes up and Midorima immediately realizes this is NOT the cute girl group dance he was envisioning
Is probably watching your performance intently - he never realized that your choreography would be this intense and physical 
Probably not as blushy during this one, just entranced and absorbed into your performance (will refuse to admit that he stared at you the entire time, even though Takao teases him about it later)
But when you transition to the cover of Move, oh gosh, this boy goes from stony faced to bright red tomato
Is 100% blushing and gaping at you while you perform the sensual routine, especially when your hands move across your body and you purposefully make eye contact with him
Realizing holy shit my girlfriend is so sexy holy shit you thought he was staring at you during Cherry Bomb his eyes are glued to your figure during Move
Probably rushes up to you awkwardly and gives you a surprise hug before whispering “Give me a little warning next time y/n.” 
You giggle a bit, not mentioning the routine you’re learning on your own (Dally by Hyolyn: https://youtu.be/b75eENj0WCQ) surprise him with it in the future hehehehehehe)
Murasakibara Atsuhi
Murasakibara is hanging out in your dorm room when you mention that you have an upcoming performance
“Ohh y/n-chan that sounds fun”
Lowkey pouty baby because he wanted to laze around during the festival and just spend the day trying all the food with you
Now he won’t have his girlfriend to keep him company for the whole day 
When you ask him if he’s going to come and watch, he’ll agree, because it’s at the school and it isn’t too much of a hassle and he knows you put in a lot of practice so he wants to support
Tatsuya probably still has to remind him about the performance on the day of
On the morning of your performance you wake up to find a bag of your favorite snacks and candies hanging on your doorknob
Murasakibara probably went to the nearby convenience store and bought you a bunch of “good luck” snacks to surprise you
Tatsuya and him walk into the auditorium, is kind of disappointed to see that it’s already packed so he has to settle for a seat farther away than what he liked
Thankfully he’s tall AF so he still gets a clear view of the stage 
Snacks through the other performances/skits and gets pretty bored, he’s here to see you and you only
Finally, they announce your club - Murasakibara immediately perks up with interest
Your group has a badass entrance before you start performing Cherry Bomb
You decided to temporarily dye your hair red for the performance and Murasakibara is surprised when you whip off the hat you were wearing to reveal bright cherry tinted hair
He’s watched you practice the moves several time and knows you struggled to master some of them - super proud when he sees you slay those hard bits of choreography on stage
Move comes on the speaker and he immediately can sense that this is definitely a very sensual dance
Like damn, watching you move your hips to the beat and confidently gazing into the crowd, he is very turned on definitely wants an encore from you in private
When you hit the last pose and the lights dim he is IMMEDIATELY walking out of the auditorium to find you 
Sees that you’re surrounded by some newly acquired fanboys and casually steps in behind you to wrap an arm around your waist
Towers over the guys surrounding at you, a scowl from him scares them off
You giggle at his antics because he’s cute when he’s jealous: “You don’t need to be that mean to them Atsushi” 
“Y/n-chaaaan, can we go get food now?” - probably buys you all the snacks you want because he is proud 
Also suggests that you dye your hair to match his purple locks just because
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yumark-ism · 2 years
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I have been a kpop fan since 2015 and I have never been into shipping idols because for me they were obviously friends (I don’t criticize the people who do it is just my opinion) then in 2019 I got bored of it and I was on “hiatus” until 2021 when I started watching mafia games from several different kpop groups. I came across nct and I liked their humor so I started watching their content (I used to listen to their music without really knowing them before) and just like you I was shocked at yumark dynamic and I really thought it was how two people react when they have feeling for each other. I was a little taken aback and that's how I started to watch their dynamic. When I was an army I didn't understand ships because even idols like taehyung from BTS had responded to a taekook shipper fan (taehyung + jungkook) to get out of her imagination (no hate to shippers or taekook shippers) so I didn't really understand why people continue to ship idols romantically when idols themselves explicitly say it's not true. But now I understand ships/shipping a little better, although it's not really my thing. Yumark though really made me think that it was possible to be true ?
it’s actually quite uncommon for idols to deny a ship, especially in such an aggressive way. and given bts is the most popular kpop group right now i would even question whether taehyung actually meant it like that. but i don’t know much about them or his character to comment on it.
anyway, thank you for sharing anon. if something in yumark made you question them coming from a background of never being interested in ships, then there is clearly something different about them. it’s for you to figure it out.
although, if you are new to my blog, i do navigate and discuss from the basis that they have romantic feelings for each other and have gotten into a relationship recently.
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Not Broken (Jaehyun Mafia AU pt 9)
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Jaehyun X Reader
"You don't believe her, do you, boss?" Doyoung asked as soon as the door to the basement was closed.
Jaehyun ignored his underling's inquiry as he walked through the kitchen and into the dining room.
Taeyong was sitting at the table. He had been waiting for them, or more like on standby in case anything happened.
"Call everyone down," Jaehyun ordered his second in command.  
"We're having another meeting."
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After the meeting had been called and everyone was gathered around the dining room table, Jaehyun motioned for Yuta to go over what had happened during the interrogation.
Yuta explained the events in chronological order, making sure not to leave out any details except for those regarding his boss's small outburst. He quoted Y/N's answers almost word for word.
Everybody at the table listened intently to Yuta, not wanting to miss anything.
When Yuta came close to telling his colleagues about the bizarre claim their prisoner made, he looked to his boss as if he were unsure if it was okay to tell them. Jaehyun merely nodded, giving him the go ahead to continue on with his retelling of the previous events.
"She was freaking out and suddenly she claimed that she killed Lucas," Yuta announced.
Everyone in the room except Jaehyun, Doyoung, and Winwin gasped. Many of them started asking questions. For a brief few seconds, everything seemed chaotic. The men kept talking over each other, directing their questions towards their boss, towards each other or even towards themselves. Anyone who would have entered the room at that moment would have surely felt the need to back away from the disorder.
"Shut up!" Jaehyun bellowed, causing all of his men to go silent.
Jaehyun looked back towards Yuta.
"Is there anything else you would like to add?"
Yuta nodded before continuing.
"I know that it seems like she was just saying that as a last-ditch effort to throw us off, but it felt different from that. It was like she was confessing it, not arguing it. She kept saying that she was sorry. Doyoung and I have done hundreds of interrogations over the years and it isn't uncommon for hostages to admit their actions when they know they're about to die."
"It's like a soldier's last confession," Doyoung added.
"Exactly. Not only that, but she seemed genuinely confused whenever we mentioned anything directly involving IU. It was like she thought we were interrogating her for something else entirely," Yuta finished.
Everyone at the table looked towards Jaehyun. His silent facade was as unreadable as ever.
Taeyong was the only one brave enough to speak after having previously been told to shut up only a few moments ago.
"What are your thoughts, boss?"
Jaehyun glanced at the red-haired. He seemed caught off guard by the question, but not because of its content. It was like Jaehyun had forgotten that there were other people in the room with him.
"We need more information before we can discuss the possibility that anything she's claiming is true. I haven't been able to come up with any ways that our interrogations methods up to this point could have guaranteed that she knew what we were interrogating her for. Of course, this is a normal interrogation tactic that allows the interrogators to trick the person into giving out details they might not have thought were important, but I'm not sure what to think," he spoke as though he were organizing his own thoughts.
"What are your orders, sir?" Johnny asked, having gained the confidence to speak since Taeyong wasn't scowled for his own vocalizations.
"Since Y/N is unlikely to feel comfortable around either one of us three, I want you and Winwin to get more information out of her,"
"Me and Winwin?" Johnny questioned.  
"Not to disrespect your orders, sir, but Winwin and I have no experience with interrogations."
"You won't be interrogating her. You'll be talking to her," Jaehyun explained.
Winwin remained unfazed, but Johnny's face continued to contort further and further into one of confusion.
"Since Winwin was the one to patch her up, I assume that she has some feeling of comfort associated with him."
"She'd be the only one," Mark scoffed under his breath, only to be harshly punched in each arm by both Yuta and Taeil.
"And you seem to get along with women for whatever reason, so I figure that you two are the most well suited for this assignment," the mafia boss concluded.
"I get along with women too. Shouldn't I join too?" Mark interjected, earning yet another punch from Yuta.
"Shut up," Yuta hissed at him.
"What do you want us to find out?" Winwin inquired, finally acknowledging his boss's orders.
"I want you to find out as much as you can about what happened between her and Lucas and I want you to record it so that we can find out if her story has any inconsistent. Do whatever you have to do to make her comfortable. As for the rest of you, I want you all to stay close. Don't expect this to be the last meeting we have today."
"Yes, sir."
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After Johnny and Winwin had left the room to get supplies for their mission and the others had wandered off, only Jaehyun and Taeyong remained seated at the table.
"Did we fuck up?" Taeyong asked.
"I don't know what you're implying, but I don't care about such an insignificant casualty."
"Jae, we usually don't involve civilians."
"She isn't a civilian. She's a part of this now."
"But even if she wasn't a part of IU's death, how is she supposed to go back to her life after this? We weren't exactly subtle about taking her."
"That isn't my concern. My concern, and what your concern should be, is killing each and every one of those bastards involved in the death of my sister, no matter what they have between their legs."
"Jae," Taeyong started.
"What?!" Jaehyun slammed his fist the table.  
"Fucking what, Tae?!"
Taeyong kept his gaze on Jaehyun, not letting himself become intimidated by his friend.
"I know that this is what we do, and that we need to carry out our retaliation in order to uphold our gang's image, but that's not going to bring your sister back and you know that."
Before his boss could retort, Taeyong kept going.
"You're hoping she was involved, aren't you?"  
Taeyong uttered the question more like a comment than a genuine inquiry
"What?"
"You want Y/N to be involved in IU's death, don't you?"
"Of course not. I wouldn't have ordered Johnny and Winwin to talk to her if I did," Jaehyun defended.
"You're not letting your feelings get in the way of handling the situation professionally and that's good, but-"
"But, what?" Jaehyun barked.
"I'm worried that you want her to be involved so that you can misdirect your anger on one of Lucas' henchman instead of the actual person behind it. Remember, Lucas is the enemy... that is... if he's alive."
Taeyong noticed as Jaehyun's fists began to tighten.
"I'm just trying to figure out when you started looking for the bad in people instead of the good. That's what used to separate you and IU from your father."
"And look where that got her."
"But look at where it got you, Jae. NCT 127 has grown so much since you've taken over. We've become stronger and it's because of you. Remember when your father told you that Mark would never amount to anything? Yet as soon as he died, you sent Mark over to train with the Dreamies and now you’re training him to eventually take over as the Dreamies' leader."
"He's still a blubbering buffoon," the pink-haired man countered.
"But he's grown so much from when he first joined NCT. You were the only one who saw his potential. Even I thought you were crazy to put any effort into taking him on as a member of NCT 127."
Jaehyun sighed, his anger morphing into exhaustion.
"I'm also concerned about if it would be better or worse if Lucas were alive," Taeyong mumbled under his breath.
Achoo!
Taeyong and Jaehyun looked at each other. Neither one of them had sneezed.
They turned towards the source of the noise, the curtains.
"I really need to start checking behind curtains before meetings," Jaehyun cursed at hmself.
"Jisung, Chenle, come out. Now," Jaehyun demanded.
The two boys sheepishly came out from behind the curtains.
"I'm not going to waste anymore of my breath disciplining you two today, now where is Jaemin?"
"He's a little tied up right now," Chenle answered pressing index his fingers together.
Jaehyun let out a deep sigh. He was not in the mood to deal with his kid brothers, not right now.
"You better not mean that literally," he warned the two.
"Uh... umm," the boys stuttered.
Now, it was Taeyong's turn to sigh.
"I'll take them to go find and possibly untie Jaemin," Taeyong offered.
"Thank you," Jaehyun replied as he waved for them to leave already.
Once they were out of sight, Jaehyun collapsed into his chair.
He had also wondered if it would be better for Lucas to be dead or not. On one hand, the man who murdered his sister would be gone, but on the other hand, if his murder wasn't caused by Nct 127, then it would reflect poorly on the gang itself, yet that wasn't what concerned Jaehyun.
I can't believe that I am actually hoping that Lucas is still alive. Jaehyun thought to himself.
But I just can't stand the idea that the man responsible for Ji-eun's death, won't die by my own hands, that I won't be able to watch him as the life slowly and painfully leaves his body.  
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The tears had stopped, or more like ran out. After an hour of sobbing, I had finally burnt through the little energy that I had left. I couldn't even muster up the energy to think about how I was still alive after having come so close to my demise. Wondering about the meaning behind Jaehyun's sudden exit would only lead to a spark of hope that would surely end up in a greater despair than I was already in. I had come to terms with the fact that I wouldn't survive Jaehyun's wrath, whether it would come today or tomorrow. Considering any possibility that I still had a chance was only being cruel to myself. All that was left to do was to stare at the walls and wait for everything to finally end.
This is where my mind was at. I had given up completely, so when I heard the door to the basement open, I couldn't put in the effort to look towards its source, to see who was surely here to put a bullet in my head.
"Hey there, sweetheart."  
I recognized the voice. It was Johnny’s.
Sweetheart? What does he think he's trying to do? Comfort me? If he was sent down here to finish me off, then why couldn't he just get it over with?
My eyes didn't waver from where they were currently fixed on the wall.
"We brought you something," Johnny continued.
Finding myself intrigued by the mention of "we,"I turned my head to face the two men. Winwin was coming towards me, Johnny walking beside him.
The two men were carrying bundles of blankets along with a variety of other items that I couldn't make out due to my swollen eyes.
Oh God. They're going to wrap the blankets over my dead body.
"How are you holding up?" Winwin asked.
Despite my preference of Winwin over the others, I still recognized that Winwin was a part of NCT, the group that had put me into this sorry state in the first place, so I stayed silent.
"Sorry. That was stupid question, wasn't it?" Winwin commented.
He turned to Johnny and grabbed something from him. It was a water bottle like the one that Yuta had earlier.
Winwin brought the bottle to my lips and tilted it slowly, allowing me to take sips at my own pace.
"That's it. ***** and slowly. Good." Winwin encouraged, his thick accent never failing to confuse me.
Despite my exhausted state of mind, I could tell that they weren't planning on killing me. I mean, why would they put in the effort to make sure that I was a well hydrated corpse? Yet for some reason, I wondered if the delayment of my death was something to be relieved about or if I just wanted to get it over with.
"Okay so here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna get you out of these chains and into some new clothes. Then we are ******. Understand?"
I simply glanced at Johnny, who quickly got the hint that I needed some translation.
"We're going to unbind you, give you new clothes, check your vitals, treat your wounds, and ask a few more questions, okay?"
I nodded slowly. I didn't know what any of this meant, but my mind was too far gone to fully dissect the meaning of their words.
Is there actually a chance that I’ll get out of here alive?
I kept still as Johnny and Winwin proceeded to free me from my binds. When they finished, I remained seated, not wanting to anger either of them by moving without their direct instruction.
They stared at me for a brief second before Winwin asked if I needed help getting up.
I slowly made an attempt to stand up only to wobble briefly before stumbling into Johnny's arms.
Normally, I imagine that I would had started blushing madly from the hold that Johnny had on me, but I was unable to care about how close our faces were. I was too dizzy to feel flustered. Black dots filling my vision.
He slowly lowered me onto the ground, the black dots finally starting to clear from my sight, but I was still in too much of an exhaustive state to take notice of what was going on.
Winwin mouthed words to me, but I was unable to decipher them.
After realizing that I was not going to answer, Winwin started to undress me.
I couldn't fight back, not that it mattered. It wasn't like I thought he was trying to take advantage of me.
Once I was dressed in a pair of velvety soft pajama pants and a new oversized sweater, this one neon green, Winwin returned the water bottle to my mouth.
"You must need the restroom," Winwin commented.
I hadn't noticed since my mind was preoccupied with so much these last 36 hours, but my bladder felt like it was about to burst despite my extremely limited water intake.
"There’s a bathroom in the corner, but I don't think that you'll be able to manage going on your own."
Winwin could see the panic in my eyes.
"Would you like me or Johnny to help you?"
Remembering that Both of the men had already seen me close to naked, I quickly gave in.
I managed to muster out the words, "You, please,"
Winwin's expression remained unchanged as he hoisted me up to my feet, supporting me while we walked towards the small powder room.
Winwin helped me to sit on the toilet, before immediately turning to look away. It felt like an eternity had passed before I finished. Winwin helped me up. Leaning on him for stability, I washed my hands. After drying them on a nearby washcloth, Winwin guided me back towards Johnny.
Winwin pulled out his first aid kit and started tending to my wounds from the previous day along with whatever new ones he found. Johnny simply watched as Winwin checked my vitals. Neither of them said more than a few words at a time. Most of their chatter consisted of Winwin explaining what he was doing and reporting my vitals to Johnny.
Once Winwin started packing up his first aid kit, Johnny went over to where he had placed the stuff they had brought in with them.
"Hungry?" Johnny inquired as he handed me a sandwich wrapped in Saran wrap.
I was starving.
As I unwrapped the sandwich, Johnny wrapped a blanket around my shoulders.
I was so desperate for food that I didn't realize that the sandwich was turkey until I had already scarfed half of it down.
Johnny promptly offered me another sandwich, which I accepted without thought.
They both watched as I inhaled the second sandwich at the same speed as I had done with the first. I must have looked like a starved animal enjoying its first taste of food after a long winter of hibernation.
Johnny leaned down so that he was sitting almost directly in front of me, still allowing Winwin enough space on the floor so that he could also sit down to face me.
"Okay, now I know that you've been through a lot," Johnny started.
"But ************** a little more from you," Winwin interjected.
"You can take as much time as you need. We know that your body is under a lot of stress right now, but we need you to tell us the truth. The whole truth."
"Your only hope of making things better for you is ******* much detail as you can. Lying will only ******** more pain than you've already experienced."
"The boss thinks that we.... might have jumped to conclusions about your relationship with Lucas, which is why we need you to clear up a few things. Do you understand?"
Your eyes switched between the two men as each of them continued each other's explanations.
You nodded in response.
"Good!" Johnny exclaimed as he took a black box out of his pocket. He pressed a button on the device revealing to you that it was an old fashion tape recorder.
"Let's start with the first time you met Lucas," Johnny instructed.
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I had told them everything I could remember, sparing no details out of fear that any forgotten tidbits would result in the most dire of consequences. I was terrified of how they would react to my retelling of the events that night, but I figured that following their orders was my best chance of preventing any further mutilation. If I was going to be killed, I didn’t want to give them any more reasons to make my death a painful one.
At first, speaking was difficult, but once the turkey sandwiches caused my blood sugar levels to stabilize, it got easier. I started my story by telling them about how I was in such a desperate state that night that I resorted to pick pocketing drunks in order to find cash for food. I told them about my failed attempt to steal from Lucas and about how he didn’t turn me in after catching me. I explained how he bought me food and then offered me a place to spend the night, a chance to shower, and a fresh change of clothes.
Johnny and Winwin listened intently, only interrupting to specify small details or to ask me to go into more detail.
When I told them about the drinks, I chose to leave out the details about the drugging until I got to the part where I found out about it myself. I noticed how their eyes widened in interest as I finally got to the... climax of the story. When I recollected the moment when I first encountered the dead body, I went into precise detail about what style of dress she was wearing, the signs of obvious mutilation, and the features of her face that were still recognizable. Johnny had leaned over to whisper something incomprehensible into Winwin’s ear. Winwin nodded in response.
The only event that I wasn’t completely honest about was the actual act itself. I told them what happened, but I didn’t tell them about Lucas’ speech about how worthless I was or about how I lost control. Instead I told them that I only grabbed the baijiu bottle as a last attempt to save myself and that I only hit him with it until he ceased his attack. I told them that I hadn’t meant to kill him, that it just happened.
I thought that I had ran out of tears, but I was mistaken. Tears began to make their way down my face as I told the two men about the single worst night of my life, at least it was up until last night.
I was surprised when Johnny offered me his handkerchief. Neither one of them seemed angry or upset. Instead, they seemed genuinely concerned about my wellbeing. They were probably the most sympathetic looks that I had received since arriving at that hell hole.
When I finally finished going over the last of the events from that night, Winwin asked if there was anything else I wanted to add.
I shook my head.
“No.”
Johnny stopped the tape recorder with the press of a button and stood up off of the floor.
“You did great, Y/N,” Winwin assured me in his most comforting voice as he too stood up.
“Now I’m sure the boss wouldn’t like hearing me ask this, but is there anything else we can get you before we turn this in?”
I didn’t know what to ask for.
Sensing my hesitance, Johnny spoke up again.
“Once we hand this over to the boss, I honestly don’t know what will happen next. You might not get this offer again.”
Realizing that this was my last chance, I made my request.
“Is there any chance that I could perhaps take a shower?”
Winwin turned his face towards Johnny’s. No words were exchanged, but I could tell that they were debating the “grantability" of my request.
Johnny turned back to look down at me.
“I don’t see why not,” he answered.
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“A shower?” Jaehyun questioned.
He and Taeyong were sitting at the dining room table when Johnny entered the room.
“Yes sir. I asked if she needed anything right after we finished taping her story. I think that it is in our best interest to keep her feeling comfortable in case we need to ask her any more details,” Johnny explained.
“Well it isn’t too unusual of a request after being tied up in a room for two days,” Taeyong added.
“About the tape, what do you think?” Jaehyun leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs.
“Uh. I think it’ll be better if the tape speaks for itself,”
Jaehyun’s gaze remained fixed on Johnny for a a few seconds before he spoke up.
“Sure. Take her to the shower in the east wing. The one near IU’s old room. It doesn’t have any windows and the vent has been sealed off. Plus, it’s in the east wing where you won’t run into any of the other members.”
“Yes sir.”
“Oh, and one of you will need to be with her the entire time to make sure she doesn’t get up to anything. We still don’t know if she is connected to Lucas or not and I’m sure that he would have enough sense to teach his lackeys a few escape methods. Actually, make Winwin do it. He isn’t as emotionally inclined as you are, and we’ll want to hear your thoughts on her story.”
“Yes sir.”
“You may go now.”
Shortly after Johnny left the room, Jaehyun turned to Taeyong who already knew what his boss’s next orders would be.
“I guess we should rally everyone up.”
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Johnny poked his head in the doorway. He didn’t say anything, he merely gave us a thumbs up and jerked his head slightly towards the side indicating for us to follow.
Having regained my strength, I was able to walk without any assistance. The stairs were hard at first, but my legs quickly adapted to the task I had so easily done all my life. The journey to the bathroom felt exactly like that, a journey. The long hallways and winding staircases that I had witnessed at Lucas’ estate seemed like a walk through the driveway when compared to this labyrinth like manor and it was only the east wing according to Johnny.
“We tend to stay within the north wing,” Johnny explained, filling the silence as we traveled the never-ending halls.
“We don’t really come here since...” His voice trailed off.
Despite my curiosity, I chose not to inquire about Johnny’s sudden quietness. Making myself a nuisance would only bring more difficulties.
I was still so confused. For the last two days, no one had really given me any substantive explanation for what was going on or why. I only received demands or punishment.
“Here we are,” Winwin, who had been leading the way, stopped in front of a soft lavender painted door.
I looked up at the two men as if to ask permission to act.
“I’m going to head back to show everyone the tape. Winwin, you know what to do.”
Winwin gave Johnny a nod.
“I’ll see you soon, Y/N, hopefully under better circumstances.”
Realizing that I wasn’t going to respond, Johnny flashed a small smile before disappearing around a corner.
“You could have thanked him, you know. I wouldn’t ***** that much effort to grant a hostage’s request,” Winwin muttered under his breath.
“Thanked him?” I could feel the anger bubbling inside me.
I was getting too brave and I knew it, yet I didn’t stop myself.
“Thank him for what? For showing me basic human decency after you guys kidnapped me, tied me up, starved me, and beat me?” If I was any louder it would have been considered shouting.
Winwin’s lips shifted into a smirk catching me off guard and shutting me up.
He continued to stare at me with a sort of amusement.
“What?” I demanded.
“I’m just curious as to how a man who’s had countless assassination attempts against him fail, could have been accidentally killed by someone like you,” Winwin enunciated clearly, allowing me to fully understand the meaning of his words.
“Are you saying you don’t believe me?”
“No, I believe you. I don’t think the others will, but I believe you.”
“What makes you different?”
I hadn’t realized how intensely Winwin had been staring at me until now. I broke eye contact, letting out a small cough to ease the suffocating energy that filled the hallway.
“I mean what makes you believe me?”
Winwin who was still staring at me, suddenly avoided me gaze as he shrugged.
“Are you going to shower or not?”
That was a strange reaction. 
“Yeah,” I mumbled softly.
Winwin opened the door, but it led to a bedroom instead of a bathroom. I walked through the door as he held it open for me.
It was a woman’s room, or at least it appeared that it was. The décor was feminine yet mature, so it didn’t feel like a little girl’s room, but it was still trendy, signifying that whoever occupied this space was roughly around the same age as me. Our commonalities seemed to stop there. Besides the fact that I could never even dream of having a room this expensive looking, this room belonged to someone tidy. Everything was organized, the bed was made, the floor was absent of any unnecessary litter. The room almost gave off a ‘non-lived in’ feeling, like it hadn’t been used in a long time, which made sense since Johnny mentioned that the people rarely ever went into the east wing anymore.
“The bathroom is over here,” Winwin announced, pulling me from my thoughts.
I entered the bathroom and became immediately uncomfortable when Winwin followed.
“Wait. What are-”
“You didn’t think that the boss ****** let you take a shower ***** by yourself, did you?”
I was stunned by his words. I couldn’t have heard him right.
“I can’t turn around either, ****** makeshift weapon while I look away.”
Despite knowing very well that this man had already seen you in next to no clothing and not to mention. seen you urinating, you had to draw the line here.
“I’m not going to shower with you,” you asserted.
Winwin scoffed and rolled his eyes.
“I’m not going to get in the shower WITH you, dumb ass,” he barked.
“I’m just***** in this bathroom while you shower.”
I could see my cheeks turning red in the mirror’s reflection. I was embarrassed that I had jumped to such a lewd conclusion.
“You can take off your clothes behind the shower curtain if that makes you feel more comfortable. **** hand your ***** to me after you take them off,” he continued.
I continued to stare at him, feeling awkward.
Winwin let out a small sigh that sounded like it was more out of frustration than annoyance.
“Look, if ****** feel better, I’m not into women.”
“You’re gay?”
I didn’t know why I was suddenly so interested in the sexuality of one of my captors.
“I’m not exactly into guys either. It doesn’t matter. Are you going to shower or not?”
Instead of further probing him, I swiftly stepped into the shower, pulling the curtain closed behind me.
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(jaehyun’s) ESTP as a person😘 pt. 3
DISCLAIMER: This post is in no way trying to describe how Jaehyun is  in  real life, or to tell what his likes and dislikes are. This post indicates on ESTP’s traits, how they think, what they like and  what   they don’t like, what they usually do in general. Although, I might try to  make insinuations here and there, but that’s just it, an insinuation.
Click here to read pt. 1
Click here to read pt. 2
Click here to read my analysis on Jaehyun’s MBTI
Hey, y’all!!! I’m backkkk. As I said in the last post, I’ll be writing about ESTP’s love language. There are a few references on this, and some are different than the others, so I’m just gonna try to pick the ones that probably suit us the most. Without further ado.....
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ESTP LOVE LANGUAGE
So, in general there are five love languages:
Acts of Service
Gifts
Words of Affirmation
Quality Time
Physical Touch
I found a couple of sources that state the ESTPs love sign, and there were different versions of it. But I feel like this one is the one that is closest to what I feel ESTP is like
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(source: thoughtcatalog.com)
Now, I’m gonna try to explain one by one and try to rank it based on which one I think we would most likely do to the ones that we care.
QUALITY TIME
ESTP, being the ever so present type, we love to do things in action. That being said, spending time with our significant others is always a number one for us. ESTP will take you out to do things with us, it could be as simple as a walk together in a park, or even travelling together. We love to share life experiences with our partner, because we want them to feel the excitement that we feel when we do something. I feel like long distance relationship would be hard for us? I’ve never been in one actually, but I feel like we would always have the need to see each other, or else we would be occupied with the side of the world that we’re currently in, and in turn start to forget about the other side of the world? Because we’re very present, and it’s kinda hard for us to dwell on things that’s not in front of our eyes. Anyways, that’s just my analysis though. Let me know if you’re an ESTP and you’ve been in a long distance relationship.
So, if an ESTP is constantly bugging you to go somewhere with them, just know that you mean something to them. Trust me, we don’t like wasting our time with people we don’t want to hang out with, we’d rather stay home and do something else altogether (lol).
I’d like to share one of my kinda funny experience. So I was interested in this INTJ guy one time. At that time, I was already into MBTI but I was still learning a few things and I absolutely didn’t know what INTJs were like. Turns out, they’re like probably one of the most introverted types. Whereas me, I was like 95% extroverted. So, my kind of date was like going to the movies, shopping at the mall, etc. And I was the one who was always initiating it, like, hey, let’s go out tomorrow. And by the end of the day, I was like, what are you doing tomorrow? Are you free? Let’s catch this movie. And by the SECOND date, he was like, “Don’t you ever get tired? I’m actually tired from just keeping up with you.” HE LITTERALLY SAID THAT. And he literally got sick the next day. I’m not saying that he got sick becasue of me... BUt... maybe, tho? This is like soooooo funny once I read about INTJs, becasue they’re almost like the polar opposite of ESTP. SHOUT OUT TO INTJs OUT THERE! Y’all are intellectuals! (That dude is like a genius and a psychic I swear)
PHYSICAL TOUCH
Contrary to the chart above, I feel like this type comes second to quality time. Touching, for me at least, kinda shows affections. It doesn’t necessarily have to be sexual, just a simple pinching your cheeks, or caressing your hand casually. Those simple things, coming from us, shows that you mean something to us. We are not good with words (again, because FE is our third function), so we refer to touches to convey our feelings.
Sometimes, though, it also means that we enjoy being around you. Like an affirmation that ‘oh, you’re here with me, and I love it’. Even in a platonic relationship, we like to touch. Like a friendly slap on the arm, or like hugs or cuddles. I am widely known for being touchy with my close guy friends. At first, I thought nothing of it, because I just love kidding around with them and would sometimes like poke here and there, and would hug or cuddle out of nowhere. UNTIL, one day I found out that their girlfriends actually despised me because they thought I was flirty and being... cheap(?). Anyways, I just laughed it off because, come on, that’s just who I am, it’s not like I sleep around with their boyfriends or something.
ACTS OF SERVICE
We don’t do things for people just for the sake of it, or to please other people. If anything, we hate being told what to do. ESTPs are free spirited people, and we don’t like being obligated to do something. And we’re very efficient and practical people. So we don’t do a lot of things for other people.
Don’t get me wrong, though, we’re not ignorant. We just always have to have this reasoning behind everything that we do. Like, why would I go through so much effort just to do this to this person. I mean, they would probably still survive without even my help. But, of course, if you ask for our help, we WILL help you. We’re just not gonna help you out of the blue. You gotta ask for it.
BUT when it comes to someone we truly care, we will know if you need our help. We will spot where you lack on something, or where you’re having a hard time, why you’re going through it. And we will have this feeling inside us like we want to help you overcome your hardships. Because, even though it’s our third function, the EXTROVERTED FEELING function of us is still there, lingering in the back of our mind. And I guess it’s being triggered when we see someone we love or care is in a hard time.
So, when an ESTP is suddenly giving you help without you even asking it, it means that they care about you, and that they’re thinking about you.
Now, in Jaehyun’s instance, I can see why people mistook him for an ENFJ (I finally see some light in this matter). In some cases, the members say that Jaehyun helped them get through things, like I believe Jungwoo said something about this? And someone in the Dream too said that Jaehyun was a reliable hyung. And it’s actually very visible with Winwin. Like, we can all see, at the beginning period of Winwin joining NCT, Jaehyun always put him under his wing. You can see it in NCT LIFE where they had a cooking competition, and the one where they went to Paju(?), like he was always helping him, and keeping him company, more so than the other members. I think it’s because he was finally having a friend (same aged friend)? Like he realizes that Winwin is having a hard time, and it’s his friend, so he wants him to do better. This thing is mentioned by other members because it’s probably memorable to them, but I feel like it’s actually not something that Jaehyun would do out of nilly-willy. He does that because he cares about those members alot. And that’s why people mistook him as an ENFJ (which is an FE dominant).
GIFTS
This one is related to my last post.
I feel like ESTPs don’t like doing things that aren’t practical(?), because we’re very practical. So, putting efforts into something that we don’t think is worth it, or is getting us to what we want to achieve, is a waste of our time. That’s why, I’d like to think that ESTPs are very efficient. So, to us, buying things for other people just for the sake of it is inefficient.
For example, if you read my last post about the graduation, while my other friend will buy tons of gifts for her friends out of.... I don’t know, obligations perhaps? Or just simply for the sake of being kind? Us ESTPs, we’re gonna have this thought inside our head like, why should I buy them gifts? I mean, yes, we’re friends, but we barely talk to each other. If I buy them gift, then does that mean I have to buy others gifts too? That’s too inconvenient.
So when we do buy something for other people, it means that we’re thinking of them. That they’re in the back of our mind. It’s not necessarily in a romantic way. For instance, I am somehow known for being insensitive becasue I barely even gifted my friends on their birthday. And one day, I was doing internship at this hospital, and it was on a huge religious holiday where we would usually spend time at home with our family, but we were here at this hospital tending to emergency patients. At that time, my friend, who was an ISFJ btw, the most big soft hearted person I’ve ever known, she was soooo sad that she was stuck at the hospital and she cried, saying like ‘i should be at home at this time with my family’. And I understood where she came from, and I actually felt her sadness. And to add to that, when we ordered some Mcdonalds and she ordered a mcflurry, we couldn’t eat it immediately because the emergency room was packed with patients, and the ice cream ended up turning into milk and she never ate it. That kinda added to her sadness, in my head. So what did I do? I actually went to the convenience store and I bought her an Oreo ice cream. And she was SHOOKETH that she tweeted it. Because never in her life had she’d seen me buying something for anyone. Lol. Anyways, that’s just an example to give you guys some image of how ESTPs feel.
And I feel like, if you receive this treatment, if you’re at this stage, it’s like you are legit in our inner circle. In our heart. No doubt. And this doesn’t come often, mind you. Like the chance of it happening is only 15%. Lol.
WORDS OF AFFIRMATION
Now this, is definitely the last. This is, to me at least, is the hardest thing to do ever. I don’t know if it’s because of our FE tertiary function? Or is it just the way I was raised in? I don’t know.....
But I do know that ESTPs feel uncomfortable in emotional situations. We avoid it. It’s not that we’re heartless, we just feel awkward. Like we don’t know what to say. Don’t know how to convey things in words. This is actually one of the reasons why I like writing, because it’s easier than to have to say it out loud.
Like, when one of my family member passed, I never spoke a word about it, not even to my mom. But I actually wrote a blog about it, like a really long one.
Some even say that ESTPs hate emotional confrontation. And it’s mainly because of our FE tertiary function. We feel awkward having to deal with situations using this function. We can go through it, but we just prefer not to, you know? But a debate? It’s a whole different story. I’ll talk about this particular trait in the next post. It kinda explains why ESTPs have a strong personality.
Anyways, back to the love language. So, yeah, it’s hard for us to say like ‘I love you’, or like ‘you’re so amazing’, or ‘I really admire your blabla’. I feel like it’s too... I don’t know... cringy? And it’s like, again, we have to put so much effort in order to be brave enough to say those words to the people that we cherish. And when we DO say it, it means that you’re important enough for us to put effort in being brave and say it.
But, don’t get too excited already. We usually don’t really say it directly in your face. lol. For me, I’ve actually conveyed my feelings to a dear friend, like how I was so proud of her etc., through a twitter and instagram post. hehe. I don’t know, I just can’t find the need to say it in her face, like it’s too cheesy. But a post is I feel like even more special becasue other people get to see it? I don’t know.
I’m rating this the last becasue the probability of it happening is like probably only 5%? So if an ESTP is making a post or saying words of affirmation to you, you are THAT special to them.
FINAL RANK
Now, as a final, here’s my personal rank
QUALITY TIME 30%
PHYSICAL TOUCH 25%
ACTS OF SERVICE 25%
GIFTS 15%
WORDS OF AFFIRMATION 5%
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SO, THAT’S OUR LOVE LANGUAGE. Mind you, I’m not an expert on this, so this is like my unreliable analysis, and very very based on my personal experience. Lol. I still have a few things to say though, so, probs 1 or 2 more post?
Do you guys want me to do other member’s personality analysis? I know Haechan’s an ENFP, and I have a couple of ENFP friends. Hmmm, I’m currently trying to guess Johnny’s MBTI, becasue I see some similarity between him and my ENTJ friend. And the way that he vibe with Jaehyun is similar with me and my friend. I’m not sure though. I’m also interested in Doyoung’s. And Yuta’s actully. I read that Doyoung actually mentioned his MBTI on Vlive? But I forgot what it was. And I’ve been trying to find it becasue I kinda want to do an anlysis on him, but couldn’t.
What do you guys think? Do you want me to do an anlysis on other member? Lemme know!! Cheers!
  To be continued...
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iamthenerdqueen · 4 years
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Johnny x photographer (soulmates Au)
Y/N had given up on the hunt for her soulmates long ago. Okay to be fair, she only tried for like maybe one year in high school and then got frustrated and stopped. For the most part life went on as it had before her 16th birthday. She graduated and continued with her life as always. Like most of the things in her life her career didn’t go as smoothly as she had hoped, but now a few years down the line, she had snagged a job as a photographer with an exclusive magazine. She was lucky and loved her job except for the traveling part. One of the reasons she got the job was because she was willing to travel for the company, but that didn’t mean she enjoyed it. Constantly staying in hotels and always on planes had quickly become annoying in the year of her employment.
Of course, as time went on, she started to wonder about her soulmate. Why did she always have bruises on the most random places of her body. She doesn’t like to bring up the handprint that randomly appeared on her left buttcheck. She wondered if they were okay … if they were happy with someone else. It wasn’t uncommon for people to end up with someone who wasn’t their soulmate with over 7 billion people in the world it's impossible for everyone to find their someone. Depressing non-soulmate having things aside the next few weeks for Y/N were set to be incredibly busy. She was going to South Korea for a series of photo shoots with various celebrities and for the first time in months she was excited to go to work. Well, more like she was excited for the food she would get to try.
Time flew by and soon Y/N was prepping for her first shoot while in Korea. It was with an Idol group called NCT or Neo Culture Technology. K-pop wasn’t really her realm obviously she had heard a song here or there while in the states, but the Panic!At the Disco flowing throughout the studio summed her work persona out pretty well. Just as the songs changed a large number of boys walked into the studio along with an entourage of managers and staff. Y/A recognized them as NCT 127, the subjects of her shoot for the day. The internal panic kicked in as she realized just how many of them there were and thanked god she wasn’t having a session with all 21 members. Like the good professional she was she had tried to do some research on who she would be working with, but several unhelpful guides later she was still struggling for names as they came to greet her before heading to hair and make-up.
The little Korean she knew got her through their greeting.
“Hi, I’m Y/N. My Korean isn’t very good, but I hope to make this as enjoyable and successful as It possibly can be.”
“I’m sure today is going to go great. We’ve heard great things about your work.” Spoke the tallest of the group. Y/N smiled at the response and struggled to pull his name from her head. She remembered his face and smile.
“Thank you. You’re joh- Johnny, correct?”
His smile got brighter as he heard her struggle to remember his name.
“yep. I’m Johnny.”
It was about an half an hour later the boys were ready to start the shoot and after a few group photos plus a couple of wardrobe changes it was time for some solo shots of each boy. As Taeyong was finishing up from behind her Y/N and everyone else in the studio heard a loud yelp.
“Is everything okay back there?” Y/N called out as Tayong went to go investigate what had happened with an apologetic grimace.
As Taeyong returned he was accompanied by a sheepish johnny who was cradling his hand.
“Sorry about that. I burnt my hand… I wasn’t looking and touched the curling iron. The hot part. Oh god, I sound ridiculous.” stuttered Johnny barley making eye contact with Y/N.
“It's okay, accidents happen. Are you okay? Do you need to get medical attention?”
“Oh no it's pretty small.” Said Johnnyas he opened his palm and showed Y/N the inside of his right palm which had a inch wide and half an inch long pink mark that was already darkening with color.
“well , if you’d still like to participate you’re next. I’ll make sure not to get your palm -”
Y/N was cut off by Johnny
“Oh yeah, of course I'd like to still work with you. Burn or not I’m sure these will be my best photos of the year.”
“Okay then, let’s get this show on the road.” said Y/N with a happy grin. She didn’t know why but something about Johnny just made the room light up, injury and all.
About Twenty minutes and hundreds of photos later, Y/N knew it was almost time to move on to the next member. She raised her right wrist to her eyeline to check the time and estimate how much longer she had. In her doing so something on the inside of her palm caught Johnny’s attention.
inside her palm was a dark pink mark about an inch long. Johnny looked down at his right palm with surprise.
“Y/N, what happened to your hand?” asked Johnny slightly startled as he started to put the pieces together in his head.
“My hand? Um nothing why?” the confusion on Y/N’s face was so cute Johnny almosted laughed as he walked back to where she had been photographing him.
“ This is going to sound really weird, but look.” Johnny gently held her palm face up next to his, the two identical marks side by side.
A small gasp left Y/N’s lips as her gaze went from their hands to his eyes.
“Okay… okay this could just be a quencidences. Alright I’ve got it. I slipped while packing to come to Korea. Where did I bruise?”
Johnny chuckled before answering
“I have no idea but I woke up with a bruise about a week ago on my left thigh that’s oddly shaped like a cats head.”
“Oh My God, it’s you. Holy shit. You’re my soulmate.” Suttered Y/N
“Don’t sound so disappointed. I’m not so bad.”
“No. No. Don’t get me wrong. It’s just that I never thought that I would find my soulmate.-” Y/N’s rambling was cut off by her close friend and assistant coming over and giving her the signal to hurry up.
“I’m gonna guess that’s the cue to hurry the hell up?” asked johnny
“Um, yeah. Yeah it is..”
Y/n looked down at her feet slightly embarrassed.
“Well I guess that just gives me an excuse to try and take you out before you leave then.” As Johnny finished his sentence his manager came with Yuta in toe so the two could swap.
He turned around while walking with his manager back to the others and winked at Y/N.
“Y/N?” asked her assistant Kenzie
“Yeah?”
“Two things. One, we have to start now. And two, I think i figured out what just happened and I just gotta say one thing.”
“What?” asked Y/N rolled her eyes while smiling at her best friend.
“Have you ever seen Horton Hears A who? The animated thing?”
(@babydoesntlikethis made the moodboard)
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mashihosoftboi · 3 years
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Joining Stray Kids and Meeting Chan
June 2017
               Mashiho was dancing, which wasn’t uncommon for the Japanese boy, in one of the practice rooms in the JYP building. Of course, he was surrounded by many other trainees while they waited for their choreography teacher to come in and show them a new dance they had to memorize before the monthly evaluation coming up, but he was good at pretending he was alone. He got so focused sometimes that he wouldn’t even notice if anyone new walked in or cut off his music.
Luckily that didn’t happen this time when the teacher came in because the first thing he did when he walked through the door was look around the room until his eyes settled on Mashiho and started walking towards him with a weird look on his face. Mashiho’s eyes got wide and out of instinct backed up a bit, not sure why his teacher looked like he was about to combust from…. joy?
Yep. That was a smile.
               Wait, was he being finally being kicked out? Did the company finally realize that after 4 years, he wasn’t worth all the trouble, that he hadn’t improved as much as they had wanted? Was the choreographer THAT happy that he was leaving? Mashiho thought they had a pretty decent relationship but maybe he wasn’t as nice as he thought it was towards his teachers here.
               “Mashiho-ssi! JYP would like to talk to you about debuting!” Oh wow, that was not what he thought was going to come out of his mouth.
               “Uh, really? Right now?” Mashiho was shocked. And a little uncomfortable with the public declaration. The other trainees had taken to staring, some with jealousy, at him. He was never really close with any of them so he didn’t expect anyone to start crying tears of joy for him, but he hoped they would be nice enough to say congratulations or even smile at him. At least his teacher seemed happy for him.
“Yes, right now. You are dismissed from practice” And with that he grabbed his practice bag, water bottle, phone and left the room, feeling the trainees’ eyes linger on him as he closed the door.
 Coming up to the door with the big Park Jin-Young on it, Mashiho heard some mumbling. He gave three hesitant knocks and took a step back. A few seconds later, there was a loud ‘Come in’ and a phone being hung up. He entered slowly without having opened the door the whole way, looked around the office before his eyes landed on JYP himself and he quickly bowed, just missing hitting his head on the door handle that was in front of him.  JYP chuckled, semi-bowed back and gestured for Mashiho to sit in one of the chairs in front of his desk. He set his bag down by the chair and sat down.
“Mashiho-ssi, I’m just going to get straight to the point. Do you know Bang Chan-ssi?”
“Not personally, no” He had seen him around, heard great things about him and knew he was close friends with many of the seonbaenims in and out of the company. He was also very social with other trainees which was not Mashiho’s strong point, so he usually stayed away, hid on the side, as he did with everyone else in the company, trainee or otherwise.
JYP didn’t seem to care what his response was. He seemed eager to get his point across. “Well, I assume you know that I’m going to let him choose and debut a group soon, right?” He had definitely heard that fact. It was all everyone was talking about. Some trainees, with whom Chan had never spoken to, speculated that they would be the next member added to what would be JYP’s first male Korean pop group since 2014. Everyone thought they were intitled to debut and when they found out that a certain trainee had been added, they started speaking badly about them.
“Yes, sir”
He should have expected what came out of JYP’s mouth next and yet it shook him to his core.
“My point is that Chan and I have discussed, and I want you to join his group”
Mashiho felt his mouth fall open but he couldn’t bring himself to close it.
“Anyways, he will be here any minute to help you out since you will be moving into a new dorm with the other trainees he picked out” Just as he finished his words, there was a loud knock at the door.
“That would be him” JYP got up, walked towards the door and motioned for him to do the same. He opened it to reveal a visibly happy Bang Chan standing on the other side. He quickly dismissed them and was quick to close the door in their faces.
Mashiho was quick to bow and mutter a ‘hello seonbaenim’, too anxious to look anywhere but at his shoes. Chan just smiled, bowed back with his own greeting, and proceeded to grab his hand and lead him down the hallway. He let himself be pulled and just stared at their connected hands. They weren’t tangled, more just hooked together like the hook latch on his, now previous, dorm’s front door.
He wasn’t uncomfortable with the hand holding, he even felt comforted but was unfamiliar with the feeling since it had been years since someone had held it at all. He couldn’t even remember a time where someone had ever held his hand with anything but malicious and hateful intentions.
Once stopped at the elevator, Chan pressed the down arrow and waited. Mashiho finally looked up from where their hands were still attached and cleared his throat.
“Where are we going, seonbaenim?” He saw Chan’s eyes go wide for a brief second before he giggled. Why was he so happy today?
“Oh! I am so sorry. I totally just kidnapped you!” he laughed briefly. “I’m taking you to your old dorm so we can get all your stuff, so that you can move in with us today.” His eyes lit up. “Also, just call me ‘Hyung’ please. We are going to debut together after all!”
“Okay, hyung. Who is ‘we’ anyways?” He had forgot how many of the trainees had already been chosen for this new group, he just knew it was more than a couple of them. The elevator doors opened, and they stepped inside, Chan pressing the ‘Lobby” button.
“Currently, It’s just me, Han Jisung, Seo Changbin, Yang Jeongin, Kim Woojin and Hwang Hyunjin. Do you know any of them?” They were already 6, 7 with him. This was going to be a big group if he wasn’t done recruiting.
He knew of Jisung and Changbin; they were in a rap group with Chan, popular with the female, and surprisingly some of the male trainees. He had heard of Kim Woojin, a great singer and former SM Entertainment trainee who had almost debuted with the K-pop group NCT, who had debuted almost a year ago. Maybe he had heard some of the female trainees talk about how handsome he was while passing them in the company hallways? He had no clue who this Yang Jeongin was but to be fair, he didn’t know any of them, not even Chan.
Since joining JYP Ent. In 2013, Mashiho had made approximately zero friends and that was not an exaggeration. No one wanted to be friends with a short kid from japan who was generally quiet and liked to dance alone. Though, he was partly to blame for his lack of friends since he didn’t try to approach people and kept a blank face whenever he wasn’t dancing. He just wasn’t very open and didn’t see the need to play nice when he probably was never going to be friends with these people or speak to them again.
 “Uhm, not really. I’ve heard of most of them, I think, but I haven’t spoken to them”
“It’s okay! They are very welcoming, so I’m sure they will be nice” He didn’t seem too sure about that last part. Mashiho would just have to wait and find out.
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