#nct prom au

[shineoko]

PROM DRESS | j.sc

Part of ‘START UP’ series

"i'd be the prom queen if crying was a contest"

↳ prom dress - mxmtoon

↳ angst, fluff, strangers to friends to enemies to friends to lovers, crack, highschool au

↳ warnings : rude humour, straightforward sex references, swearing

↳ featuring : Karina, Yuna, Lisa as y/n's friends. Jisung, Jeongin (i.n), chenle as friends dates and sungchan's friends.

↳ the first few days of a new highschool are just as bad as the last ones of your old school but the one thing or should I say person that got you through it was Jung sungchan. you two were friends until he started acting off in your second year there. now you're on your final year of highschool, prom is your next problem and it's right around the corner yet things take a turn when you have a wholesome interaction with the boy that abandoned you in your second year.

↳ Shinko's note : Oop. I got a lil carried away of the end on this one.

↳ estimated wc : >3k

packing up your bags, sliding into to your clothes, bursting out the door to catch the bus, nothing off about this school day yet. as you get of the bus your palm begin to get sweaty, your heart beats faster and your legs start trembling. your alien behaviour is spotted by a boy roughly your age maybe a month older or so.

"hey, are you alright." he asks with a bubble of concern floating in his tone. before you could respond, you looked up and the words meant to escape your mouth halted at his proximity. your noses were mere inches away from eachother but since the concerned bubble started growing you answered.

"not really, it's my first day here and the school is pretty big so I may get lost"

once you said that his eyes started sparkling. all you could do at that was stare and wonder what had got him so worked up.

"so you must be then transfer student in my class. y/n l/n right!"

"yeah, that's my name. may i ask your name."

"oh , did I forget to introduce myself." he took a pause to clear his throat before he began "my name is jung sungchan but you can just call me sungchan and we're in the same classes so if i'm with you you'll be just fine."

the bell rang next to you two, loud and clear.

"come on y/n. I promise you that being late isn't a good thing wether your new or not."

the rest of that day and week was literally just sungchan dragging you around and introducing you to people. it seemed that he was pretty popular across the school because everyone knew his name and now everyome knows your name.

the following weeks were the same until it was the last day before summer break. sungchan wasn't standing at your doorstep which was odd but you assumed he was just a bit ill. walking through the hallway you saw him by his locker so you decided to walk over to him.

"hi sungcha-" before you could even finish saying his name he had already slipped away.

the rest of the day was like that but you had a little group of your own friends you could hangout with. yuna, karina and lisa have been your friends since the second week you started. you four could ever only text and hangout after school because sungchan would usually be dragging you around or stealing you for himself they say so they were a bit stunned to see you two separated.

throughout the whole summer break not a single text or call came from sungchan and you didn't want to disturb him with so you two just never Interacted after that. days became weeks and weeks became years and not a single word.

nearing the end of your final year and prom is right around the corner all three of your friends already have a date, you don't but it doesn't bother you that much. all you've learnt these few years is that the 'b' in boys means betrayal.

once you get out of your car you see the tree girls huddled together awaiting your arrival in an outdoor part of the diner. you try and run towards them but it's quite hard when your inexperienced with heels and you have an unnecessarily long dress so you fall but just as you expect to be hit by the cold pavement you feel the warm embrace of a taller figure. your eyes flicker open and jung sungchan is bestowed upon you, less than an inch of space between your noses.

"uh, thanks." you say as you look into the eyes of your prince charming

"no problem y/n" he says with a seemingly uncontrollable forming grin.

it takes a moment for you to realise your prom dress matches his suit even in the colours are slightly different up close , probably because of the material. once sungchan settles you down you wave and walk over to your friends who are still huddling together.

"hey girls!"

"oh my god, you really took your time getting here." karina comments while rolling her eyes

"we've been waiting for 5 whole minutes like this." yuna says beside her ,slightly shivering.

"it's not that cold out here. it's literally spring." you bite back at the three shivering girls "anyways, where are your dates, they should give you their jacket or something, cheesy drama style."

"our dates are over there talking with your date" lisa bites pointing at a group of boys and sungchan who are currently approaching you four.

"what do you mean my date. I told you I didn't need one." you tell her in a tone of pure attitude.

"calm down girl. it's not my fault you and sungchan's outfits are matching." Lisa says in defence putting a strand of hair behind her ear and looking up at you with a cheesy smirk. "ooo here they are. i'll just have to ask sungchan myself."

"you actually thought sungchan was my date?" you suddenly blurted out at her a bit too loud which may or may not have enabled the nearing boy in question hear you.

"he isn't?" one of the boys beside sungchan chipped in. you know him as the boy that helped you pay for lunch when sungchan forgot his money but you were beyond starving, from yuna's speed talking outbursts recently you've learnt his name was Chenle.

"yes, i told you that before." sungchan bites back at Chenle while giving a playful, light hit to another beside him.

"but your outfits are like..." another friend, which your guessing is Jisung because of his and karina's matching outfits, pitches in and pauses to think of what idioms or phrases he could use.

"...married to eachother" the final boy in the group ends Jisung's suffering - jeongin, you assumed again from lisa and his matching outfits as well as lisa's date rants.

"nope." you and sungchan say in unison which earns a few oooos from your mutual friends.

"you see what i mean. i'm actually surprised you people haven't talked to eachother for so long. you two were just inseparable." chenle says loud enough for the world to hear for no apparent reason.

hearing that made you question why sungchan and you split up in the second year. was he mad at you for some reason? did a dating rumors spread without you knowing? did he just loose interest in you? is he a fuckboy? you held in a gasp at the last theory you could think of. did he get a girlfriend? the thoughts spiralling in your head was enough to make you visibly stressed to the point of crying. so you did the one thing you could think of. you ran as deep into that diner as far as your aching legs could take you, which was indeed pretty far.

when you finally stopped before your legs could give into the pain, you were bewildered at how far you ran. your teachers and friends said that the diner was close to the ocean but it was quite a walk.

the sea was the same colour as the sky both shades of a tropical pink met at the half visible, half invisible, sun. there was a large dock which was a perfect height for you to sit and not get your dress wet so you discarded of your heels and dipped your feet in the ocean water. it was cold but it was refreshing. all the complicated thoughts swam away at the sound of the waves but before you could register, tears started falling down your cheeks carrying the mascara and little eyeliner with it making your tears a depressing black colour. lifting you had up to your face so that you can wipe your tears with your hand, another hand catches your wrist at your cheek and uses the other to grab the bottom half of your face and turing it towards his own and wiping your tear with a handkerchief.

"what are you doing here? sungchan. did you follow me all the way here?" you barely say above a whisper because his hand is squishing your cheeks pretty tight.

"you didn't hear me calling you? i was literally screaming at you y/n." he says but you're not sure if he was being dramatic or he was legit.

"I guess i was lost in my thoughts of getting as far away as possible."

"yeah, no shit. y/n, you became a long distance 10000m olympics gold medalist back there." he explained making sure you heard his attitude in every single word which made you start giggling. "c'mon let's get back to the diner. prom queen and prom king are gonna be announced soon."

"soon is an hour, sungchan." mocking him.

"y/n, do you know how far you ran?" sungchan asks with the same time of attitude he had a minute ago

"nope, but I know it's certainly not 10000m like in the olympics." you say as you scoot back to get up only realising that your only shoe option is painful, agonising 4.5 inch heels. "no way in hell am I walking back in those heels."

"don't worry, i'll carry you." positioning himself so that your heels were in his hand and a space where you would be comfortable on his back. at the thought you kind of blushed but it's no big deal. you and sungchan may have not spoken or texted for more than a year but your friendship rekindled in the blink of an eye.

once you got on his back was warm and that only just made you realise how cold you really were.

the way back consisted of sungchan complaining, sungchan complaining and finally sungchan complaining. the moment the diner doors were in veiw you prepared for landing but sungchan didn't let go. "sungchan. you can let go now. people are in field of vision." you whisper-shouted into his ear.

"yup. and the people in veiw are going to see that our friendship is back in business and i'll be clinging onto you for the rest of your life." sungchan pauses for a bit then sets you down and directly faces you with a look that a business ceo would have in an important meeting. "y/n, i know this may sound absolutely fucking bonkers after not speaking to you for over a year but i think I've fallen for you. and i know this is a bit late and a bit rushed but can you please be my date but not as just a friend."

your mouth was forming a perfect circle, you didn't have to look in the mirror to even know that but once the words that came out of sungchan's mouth drilled their way into you head and found their way to you heart you found yourself staring at his lips not knowing that the words "can i kiss you" left your own.

a single nod, not even a word is all it took for you to pull him into a passionate desire filled kiss. it wasn't long but you felt as if you had the world and more by your side after that.

"now, get your heels on y/n. prom king and queen are gonna be announced really soon." sungchan says and he props your heels down signalling for you to wear them.

sungchan was right. prom queen and king were being announced as you two entered the hall hand in hand walking over to your group of friends.

"so..." yuna starts "are you two dense idiots fucking dating now."

"not fucking, just dating." sungchan says untangling your hands and pulling you in by your waist, you don't mind it at all, in fact it felt natural to be this close with sungchan.

"i told you it would happen today." jisung says as he nudges jeongin.

"i said it would happen soon so technically we both win." jeongin bites back a jisung.

"nevermind that. the votes are rigged. i swear we convinced everyone that sungchan and y/n should be voted as prom king and queen." lisa commented staring daggers through the current prom king and queen on stage.

"not really. i think i'd be the prom queen if crying was a contest." you reply with an eye smile facing towards lisa.

"nope, you'd be the prom queen if running was a contest." sungchan suggests looking down at his suit and your matching prom dress.

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Have you ever fucked on a soccer field? - J.SC

Pairing: Jung Sungchan x (fem!bodied) reader

Word count: 2439 words

AU/Genre: highschool!AU, best friend!sungchan, smut, fluff, best friends to lovers

Warnings: exhibitionism, voyeurism, unprotected sex, pulling out, cliché romcom elements

Prom night. The night that should've been the best night of your life. You were supposed to go with your long time crush, dancing the night away until your feet hurt, then get a good night kiss and sleep happily.

Too bad that your crush suddenly decided that you were no longer good enough, and ditched you.

"He told me he didn't want to go with me anymore, then drove off, leaving me there looking like a complete idiot, all dressed up on the street!" You whine, hands gesturing everywhere at once to emphasize your point.

Sungchan just shakes his head, eyes fixated on the road as he drives the two of you to prom anyway. "I told you he's a jerk, you can do better."

"But-" you begin, but realize that he's right. Your crush had always been an asshole, especially to you, so instead of answering, you just pout sulkily, crossing your arms over your chest. Beside you, Sungchan grins.

"I promise, I'll still make this a great night." He smiles, hand reaching out to briefly pinch your thigh. You twitch from the sudden touch.

"And how are you gonna do that?" You ask after huffing, ass scooting down on the car seat as you turn your head to look out of the window. Sungchan doesn't answer. You decide to leave it at that.

The two of you arrive minutes later, Sungchan parks the car. You're still pissed at your crush for ditching you, but when Sungchan opens the car door for you, offering you a hand to help you get out, you still smile.

Actually, who needs men, when you have Sungchan? Technically, he's a man too, but he is your man. Well, not your man, but your best friend of several years. He makes you smile, he makes you laugh, he makes you happy. To be honest, you're glad that you can spend the night with Sungchan instead of that asshole.

Right in front of the door, Sungchan stops you, turning you around to look at him. Your eyebrows rise in confusion as you tilt your head to look up at him.

"If anything happens in there that gets you upset, just know I'm here for you. I'd do anything to make you feel better. Anything. Understood?" He looks down at you, eyes a little widened and concerned, and if it wasn't for you watching him so closely, you would've missed the strike of sadness rushing over his pupils for a split second. Sungchan really is the bestest of friend you could ever have wished for.

"I know, thank you." You give him a sly smile, before he nods and turns to face the door again.

"Ready?"

"Yes."

And with that, Sungchan opens the door. A wave of hot, stuffy air engulfs the two of you before you step in. The room is decorated prettily, but unfortunately it's too dark to really make out all of the individual colors of the decoration. Though, you get in further, grabbing something to drink before sitting down in a corner, not ready for the big crowd yet.

It's then when you see him, your crush, dancing with someone else. It hits you in the chest like a punch because even if you've accepted that he's an asshole who isn't worthy of your time and efforts, that doesn't make up for the months of feelings you'd wasted on him.

It seems as if Sungchan senses your distress as you're suddenly pulled up.

"Wha-?"

"We're going to dance," he swiftly explains before pulling you into the direction of your crush. Right then, the song ends and the DJ puts on some romantic song that forces you against Sungchan's chest. He quickly wraps his hands around your waist and, out of reflex, you place yours on his shoulders, as he begins to sway your bodies to the music.

"We're going to make him jealous," Sungchan whispers into your ear and you nod, looking to the side to locate your crush who's mirroring your actions, briefly catching your gaze as he grins. Fuck him.

You bring your attention back to Sungchan, looking up to gaze into his eyes. You have to admit, it's pretty cliché, but you've never paid enough attention to them. Slowly, but surely, you get lost in them. Sungchan, your best friend of many years, who's always been so close to you, but never close like this. Never close enough to question if what you're feeling are really just platonic feelings, or maybe something else entirely, something more, something more intimate.

"He's looking at us," Sungchan chuckles, a smile displayed on his pretty lips as he eyes your crush, but honestly, you don't care. You don't care about any other boy right now, not when Sungchan is so pretty. What you do care about are said lips, only inches away from your own. They look so soft, so pretty and pink and plush and kissable. If you were to push forward just a little, you could press your own lips against his and taste him.

Now that you really think about it, Sungchan is really attractive. You've noticed it several times before, his soft lips, his gentle eyes and his pretty nose, his light freckles and rosé blush, the way his fringe falls into his face since it's gotten quite long in the past weeks, his large figure, his wide shoulders and slim waist, his large, but pretty hands with long, gentle fingers.

Right then, you realize the location of his hands, the contact suddenly burning hot through the thin fabric of your dress. He's touching your waist, just like he's done several times before, countess times, but this time, it's different, for you at least. By now, Sungchan's caught on that you're no longer paying attention to your crush, but only to him.

When the song ends, Sungchan whispers to you to get out of here before he abruptly pulls you away, through the crowd of people and out of the back door. It's then when you realize your fingers are intertwined. The realization gives you butterflies.

Sungchan pushes the back door open to reveal your bodies to the much cooler, but pleasantly so, air of the night. Your hands are still holding onto another, and you wish for him to never let go of you.

When Sungchan pulls you further, hurriedly walking over to the huge soccer field way behind the hall where the prom is held, you giggle at his eagerness, and he joins the sounds of your gentle laughter with his own.

Being with Sungchan is so easy, you realize, it's always chill between the two of you, never complicated, like it had been with your crush. Sungchan prioritizes you, but not so much that he forgets about himself, and you do the same with him. Your relationship is stable, there's a strong bond of trust that engulfs it, you share many interests, understand each other without words, and can't ever stay mad at one another for long.

Once you reach the field, Sungchan stops and turns to look at you again. Almost like a few minutes ago under the dim light, you feel drawn to him, wishing for him to kiss you, hoping for him to feel the same connection that is so similar, but yet so different from before.

"You know, I've never realized how beautiful you are," Sungchan says as he stands so close to you, eyes fanning over the features of your face.

"Okay, ouch." You pretend to be hurt, but the wide grin tugging at the corners of your lips gives away that you're joking. Sungchan breaks out a smile as well, reaching out to tug a strand of hair behind your ear.

"For real though."

"I can say the same about you."

There's a comfortable silence that surrounds you as you stand there, losing yourselves in each other's eyes. There's a little part inside of you that's impatient, wishing for nothing else but for him to kiss you, but overall, you're content, savoring the moment that contains nothing more than subtle feelings of love, complete trust and security.

"He really is a jerk for ditching you," Sungchan mutters and you hum, your crush having left your mind completely minutes ago. "Just know, if it had been me, I'd never ditch a girl like you."

"A girl like me?" You muse, grinning, so emerged in Sungchan's presence that you haven't even realized how much closer you've gotten.

"You're amazing. Everything about you. We've known each other for so long, but I never get tired of you, spending time with you, laughing with you, doing absolutely nothing with you..." Sungchan admits, a blush creeping onto his features, "if it had been me, I would've made this the best night of your life."

"You still can," you hear yourself say. In return, Sungchan widens his eyes confusedly. "If you're saying what I think you're saying-"

"I probably am."

You sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Then kiss me already."

The last thing you see is a gentle smile before he leans in, nose gently nudging yours as he finally touches your lips with his. Sungchan's lips feel so soft, like little cushions, so gentle as they move against yours. You feel like he's holding back, like you could break you with his bare hands if it weren't for his feather-light touches around your waist.

This makes you push further into him, the front side of your body pressing up against his as you deepen the kiss, taking a little control by bringing your tongue into the mix which he gladly accepts, allowing his own tongue to play around with it.

You gently moan into the kiss as you work each other up unintentionally. After a few minutes, you have to part your lips to catch your breaths.

"You're a really good kisser," you pant out, grinning at him. Sungchan looks exceptionally beautiful right now, his hair a little tousled from your ministrations of combing your fingers through it in an attempt to get him to come just a bit closer, his lips swollen from you nibbling on them, and eyes glossy from- lust?

"I'm good at a lot more things," is what he brings out before he realizes what he said, eyes widening briefly, but your chuckling eases him back to a just above average heartbeat.

"You are?" You let your fingers run through his hair again. "For example?"

"Have you ever fucked on a soccer field?"

The question catches you off guard, and you try your best to hide the flustered heat creeping onto your face. "Not yet."

"Wanna try?"

A nod from you is all he needs for an answer before he takes your hand all over again, taking you onto the field with him. The delay in your arrival to the general event due to your crush ditching you, plus the distance to the party has you at ease that no one would catch you. Honestly though, you wouldn't mind to have your crush see Sungchan making you feel good...

You arrive in the middle of the field, approximately, and as you kiss him again, the both of you giggle into each other's mouths. It's not long after when most of your clothes are discarded somewhere on the lawn surrounding you, Sungchan laying you down gently while he never stops looking into your eyes. The laughter had died down and faded into longing for each other's bodies.

Slowly, you feel him enter you. You had not dared to look at his length just seconds before, and you realize he's pretty big, slowly filling you to the brim until he's bottomed out inside of you.

You feel so full, so complete as you look up at him, legs hugging around his waist in an attempt to pull him even closer, or at least to keep him inside you like this. Sungchan begins moving his hips, his length dragging deliciously along your walls, his tip nudging your sweet spot every now and then.

"This feels so good," you sigh, quiet moans escaping you with the way he moves inside of you. Sungchan moans too, a litter quieter than you, still, but he does, and his moans sound so deep and beautiful at the same time that you believe you're genuinely falling for him more and more by the second.

Lost in each other, with your hands exploring the other's body, Sungchan speeds up his movements. Your lips find his in a passionate kiss, his tongue drags along yours softly and he's so incredibly close to you that you feel his pubic bone rub over your clit.

His grinding motions fasten as you run your fingers through his hair, earning a low groan from him as you gently tuck on the roots. The fact that you're doing this in a public setting right now makes it even hotter.

"I'm so close," you whisper, bucking your hips to meet his thrusts. Sungchan smirks against the skin of your neck before peppering the area with kisses. He begins chuckling just a second later.

"Look who's watching us, babe."

You turn your head to look to the side, catching a glimpse of no other than the boy who ditched you tonight. A wide smile spreads over your face as you begin increasing the loudness of your moans, making sure to throw Sungchan's name in there.

"Yeah, show him who's making you feel this good."

"Sungchan, you're going to make me cum," you whine out, watching as your crush leaves with an angry look on his face, you assume. It's not like you can see clearly with the way Sungchan's rocking your body with his thrusts.

Not long after, you repeatedly clench around his length, the feeling of your orgasm washing over you as you cling to his body to keep yourself grounded. It's so intense that you feel like you'd fly right up to heaven if it wasn't for Sungchan holding your body down with the weight of his own.

A few thrusts later, Sungchan pulls out of you, releasing onto your stomach, thighs and hole, a deep groan followed by a few curses and syllables of your name accompanying his orgasm.

Sungchan flops down beside you, facing the stars shining above. It's romantic, actually, and you giggle as you turn onto your side, then halfway above him, gently touching his nose with yours.

"Thank you for making this night even better than I could've ever imagined."

Sungchan smiles, kissing you gently. Right now, there's no place in the world where you'd rather be.

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✰ MARK — childhood friends to lovers!au

ever since you've basically known your name, mark has been the boy next door. there was the cheeky, red letters of "lee" painted on the mailbox, the windows were adorned with the same coloured curtains, and the same doormat has been sitting in front of their door for ages. you have loved mark ever since you two have met. there wasn't a day where you wouldn't think of him, and there hasn't been a day when you haven't loved him. it was like a vicious circle which you couldn't get out of, because those stupid feelings would destroy the oh so precious friendship of yours, and you cannot let that happen, right? i mean, that's what you've thought for far too long, since this friendship meant more to you, than the fragile feeling of love - you didn't want it to get to the point where you would rather spit on each other, than talk it out. maybe that's why you pushed him away from yourself? maybe you just did that because you weren't too sure of your own peace of mind? no matter what, you knew the decision itself was wrong, only to realize it way too late. damaging the friendship and crying yourself to sleep was all your fault, after all, being way too proud and scared, stupid even; when you came back to the town where you two grew up, the least thing you wanted was to meet mark lee, mainly because you wouldn't have been able to look him in the eyes after all these happened. but you had to, so soon you even got a little surprised. it's been a while since the last time you have been home, your bedroom seemed way too unfamiliar at that point, just like the vhs tape placed directly in the middle of your bed. one which you haven't seen yet. it didn't have a title, the white label completely empty as you picked it up. you were a little bit cautious when placing it in the system, waiting for it to play whatever is on it, not having such large imagination to expect anything. it was a home video montage, full of videos of you and mark: playing together, getting ready for the first day of school, going to the movies, the way you two got engaged in middle school as a joke, and the omnious day of prom... you got teary eyed, with one thing on your mind - you have to go and save whatever's left now. maybe you're not too late.

✰ RENJUN — soulmate!au

life had been pretty much grey and dreary until you found The One. the other half everyone had been so obsessed to find. you were never big on all this stuff, because you were convinced you'd be able to live as a single half for you whole life, and don't need anyone else to feel complete. deep inside you knew that all of this is bullshit, truly, and all that was coming out of you was true bitterness and constantly ongoing unsuccessful confessions, making you believe in your delusions. with every passing second, you had to see people find their other half, while you were left to deal with the grey world you were left in, not as a choice but as fate instead. you felt like a loser, a big zero, who doesn't even deserve a soulmate. you thought you were destined to die alone, maybe compensate with something of brilliance: be a composer or a singer, write or paint something extraordinary, lord knows what, just something of importance! you were looking for yourself in every corner of the world, not for a lover or a fling, not for an other half, fully ignoring the law of attraction. it might have been some reverse psychological trick, effecting it all. and this may have been the reason behind why you had to leave that horribly boring theatre play, sneaking out and bumping into The One, who handed back your accidentally dropped bag, slowly looking into your eyes. he might have worked at the theater as he was wearing a name tag on his elegant shirt - huang renjun, it said. but it doesn't even matter, because his eyes were brown! brown! not grey, brown! everything cleared up. you did find the half - with brown eyes and a smile so bright.

✰ JENO — coffee shop!au

it was pretty much bittersweet to step foot in your favourite café: it was getting dark out there, and although the rain has stopped pouring, you got absolutley soaked to the core along the way there, rain replacing the tears on your face by then. your hair was sticking to your forehead uncomfortably, your body trembling without stopping, as you entered. the bell placed above the entrance was ringing lightly, gathering everyone's attention to you, although there wasn't too much people there except for the baristas, maybe two wandering souls, working on their laptops or reading in a cozy corner. well, maybe if it wasn't for getting dumped literal minutes ago, you wouldn't be here either, but it was still the most reasonable choice compared to going to a club or a ruin bar, gettig incredibly drunk, Plus! a good espresso might be able to clear the fog in your head, which you were in need of during this stupidly stressing period of life. you expected hyuck to greet you by the coffee machine, grinning ear to ear, as he always does when you visit between two lectures, but there was a completely new face behind the counter. it's been a long time since you've last seen a new employee here. his smile was sweet and rather warm, eyes conveying a sense of concern as you took one step closer, rubbing your eyes while getting your purse out of your pocket - you discreetly looked at his name tag, right on his black apron: lee jeno. whatta name... by then, you were way to hopeless to try and guess how the day would go, but life had to surprise you, fate deciding funnily against all odds: next to your cup of coffee, there was a napkin, hiding a telephone number on it, messily written down with a short message as well: "would you go out on a date with me, darling? :)"

✰ HAECHAN — rivals to lovers!au

lee donghyuck's name rushed through the hallways of your music academy just as quietly as a whisper, and you never knew why was it all like that ever since you've stepped foot into the school. you couldn't even hide the way too obvious rolls of your eyes every time you heard it. lee donghyuck was one of the biggest prodigies at the academy, no one could even be considered as a rival for him, this is mainly why he was such a big living legend amongst the students - you couldn't even hide how annoyed this made you, especially because he made sure you knew this ever since you two were little. music played a huge part in both of your lives, and somehow, you two always seemed to be at each other's throat, the first place at being the best always changing between the two of you. you could never get rid of each other either; your dad, always being so positive, once said, on your way to the academy sometime between sophomore and junior year, that the only reason behind this is that you two are equally good at what you're doing. you were pretty much skeptic for the longest of time, and felt as if you were destined to be the forever second next to him. you've had enough of always bumping into walls, since hyuck was the one who could stand at the first place ever so proudly. in kindergarten, in middle school, and even in high school, every. god damn. time. and that infuriating smile was plastered all upon his face even when you two were asked to not perform alone on the annual charity gala of your academy - you two had to perform something phenomenal, putting the childish jarring aside, growing out of the silly phase of hating each other, which was all made up by you, and you only, pushing the poor boy away from you. the boy who had always been so obsessed with you, utterly and completely. he won this time again, isn't it right?

✰ JAEMIN — photographer!au

when jaemin brought up the idea of making the last parts of his portfolio with you (which basically means about you), you were a little bit skeptic at first. you loved jaemin dearly, since he was a really understanding friend, but... you were simply terrified of cameras. you didn't really like the idea of being captured at all, you hated looking back at yourself on pictures taken of you, and you couldn't even think about how high quality his pictures would be with that hyper super machine, focused on all the little flawed details of your face that you absolutely despised. no, you couldn't even bear the idea of this whole project, and you stood by this decision of yours, jaemin waiting patiently the whole time, not pushing it too hard. since he wanted to work with you no matter what, giving up on his plan wouldn't be too typical of him - the fight didn't last long but it was pretty heated, him highlighting so many known things that needed to be said finally: it's childish how you reflect on yourself, and your delusions stop you from way too many things. the way he said straight into your face how beautiful he thinks you are, inside and outside, and that he wants the whole world to know how ethereal you are, made you tear up a little - especially when he said his heart breaks every time you speak so lowly of yourself. he truly thinks you're the modern manifestation of aphrodite, that you are his own venus, the muse of him, someone he can adore... that he's way too in love with you to let go of this, and-; the kiss you gave him was short, yet gave him exact answers. answers to hundreds and thousand of unsaid questions he kept hidden in himself for years and years on end.

✰ CHENLE — blind date!au

you clearly didn’t brace yourself for this whole fiasco proposed by donghyuck himself, foolishly believing his reasonings behind how perfect of a matchmaker he is. of course you knew that what he way saying was partly stupid, plus you were like a seventy percent sure he wasn't even sober when he set up a blind date during that omnious frat party he wasn't invited to. you didn't have to worry or anything, that's just how you were - overly anxious of such things, even if you weren't meeting a psychopath. you were only a bit vary of the awkwardness this whole new experience would bring, both of you rushing home way too soon from the date, trying to forget about it as soon as possible. these misconceptions about how the night would go stayed straight until you stopped in front of the restaurant to wait for your - then late already - date. you were a little nervous he stood you up, and you got yourself into the most beautiful piece of clothing from you wardrobe for nothing, but it was worth it, looking back at it, as zhong chenle arrived and you two simply just... clicked? automatically? not to mention you two decided to leave the place after the hors d'oeuvre, since you both found the place a little too fancy at that moment, going to a simple ice cream parlor instead, taking a walk in the park after, talking about anything and everything that came to mind: family, politics, movies and the most embarrassing memories from your childhood came up too, as you couldn't help but laugh at how chenle dropped his ice cream cone on the ground, while he simultaneously promised you that he wouldn't drop the cone on the next date - and you smiled, so happily.

✰ JISUNG — secret admirer!au

you were head over heels for jisung and his undying love for dancing. but, thinking a bit deeper about it, while writing that foolish, teenager like love letter for him, forced into the role of his secret admirer, there were much more of those things that made you feel head over heels for the boy: he showed you what persistence was, he spent the whole of his youth with you, and he wasn't afraid to spend the rest of his life with you, helping you out anytime you're in need of it, since he couldn't not do that as you "best friend". he couldn't be evil with you, he was never able to leave you and he couldn't even envision a future in which you weren't by his side. but the border he made up between the two of you, was never crossed - you two were friends, not more, not less. you were so torn deep inside, as you were helpless, being in the never ending limbo you would rather push forward, but he kept on tugging it backwards; the idea of writing letters was originally from your mother, who had enough of your obvious agony. she was positive you would write every feeling of yours out, making it easier as time goes by. their number kept growing, however, one letter becoming a dozen soon enough, maybe even more in the meantime, while not writing a name on any of them, referring to yourself only as a mere secret admirer. they suddenly disappeared from the bottom of your drawer one day, though, realizing way too late that the ringing phone in your pocket was in fact park jisung, the picture of him taking up the screen of your mobile - did he know?

#nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct #nct dream headcanons #nct imagines #nct dream fluff #nct dream scenarios #nct dream stories #nct dream writings #mark lee headcanons #mark lee stories #mark lee x reader #renjun x reader #renjun imagines #jeno x reader #jeno imagines #jeno fluff #haechan x you #haechan fluff #haechan x reader #haechan imagines #jaemin scenarios #jaemin imagines #jaemin x reader #chenle imagines #chenle x reader #chenle scenarios #chenle fluff #jisung x reader #jisung imagines

[choiwonder]

DO YOU MISS ME ?

pairing: choi beomgyu ༝ f! reader

TEMPORARY HIATUS! updates every friday, saturday, and sunday

05.19.2023 — ???

synopsis: being ex-friends, it wasn’t too difficult to forget about one another, but as you both rise to having a social media presence, it’s inevitable for your fans to ask about one another. however, what happens when beomgyu makes a comment about you on live and ignites a twitter feud?

tw/cw: smau, streamer au, slice of life, fluff, angst, ex-friends to friends to lovers, lots of profanity, corny/crude humor, one sided pining, there’s a second lead but i won’t reveal who 🤭. will add more warnings as the story goes on!

featuring: all of txt (mainly yeonjun and soobin) mark yangyang & haechan (nct), yoon (stayc) + other idols!!

note: whoop whoop!!! welcome to my second smau, i feel more confident about this one rather than the lino one. this is lowkey an early birthday gift to myself. this book has been made because of my lovely FRIENDS mal and amya who have ALLOWED me to use the plot points of their books to remake them! ib: dylm // @rggie & lmly // @megururus

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profiles › here and queer!┊discord bfs

001 ༝ the EMERGENCY gc

002 ༝ YEONJUN THE BULLY.

003 ༝ dhar mann

004 ༝ emo wannabe gamer boy 😍😍

005 ༝ YOU HAVE TO LOSE

006 ༝ I’LL VOTE YOU PROM QUEEN

007 ༝ just the middle man

008 ༝ his silly fans

009 ༝ anti haechan area

010 ༝ Don’t hate! Spread love 😘🍷

011 ༝ who the fuck is harchan

012 ༝ where the babies belong

… more to be added!!!

© choiwonder ༝ do not copy, translate, modify or repost any of my work on any platform, or claim it as your own.

#🎮. dymm? #beomgyu smau #choi beomgyu smau #beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu x reader #beomgyu imagines #txt smau #txt imagines #txt x reader #txt #kpop smau #smau #tomorrow x together #choi beomgyu #beomgyu #choi yeonjun smau #yeonjun smau #choi yeonjun x reader #yeonjun x reader #beomgyu fluff #txt social media au

[flwoie]

PROM WITH WHO?

cover designed by the lovely @giantkeroppi

AN UNEXPECTED PROM REJECTION LEADS TO GOING WITH THE TWO WORST PEOPLE ON THE PLANET

・❥・ SYNOPSIS ➸ Prom is one of the best events of the year, especially when you have someone to go with. After getting ditched at the last minute on the night, you have two choices for your date: your ex or your enemy.

PAIRING ➸ ex! jake x f! reader x second-lead! enemy! heeseung

GENRE ➸ smau, crack, fluff, angst if u look closely, enemies to friends, exes to lovers, love triangle, highschool au (00s, 01s & 02s are portrayed as juniors) (reader is an 02), one-sided pining (heeseung), mutual pining (reader & jake)

WARNINGS ➸ profanity, just bomin getting kicked out of the gc every chapter (yes that’s a warning bc it’s an unfunny joke 😭) each chap has its warning

FEATURING ➸ enhypen jaemin of nct shuhua of gidle bomin of golcha mentions of tbz (changmin, sunwoo & hyunjae) but portrayed as a hs band

NOTE ➸ THIS SMAU IS PURE FICTION, ALL THE IDOLS MENTIONED IN THIS DO NOT REFLECT WITH THEIR ACTUAL LIFE AND CAREER. THIS IS A NON-IDOL ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE

STATUS ➸ discontinued :(

╰┈➤ START 03/26/23

╰┈➤ END …

SONATA SPEAKING ➸ so i got inspo from an instagram post so why not make this a series, this would’ve been great as a written series but yk how i am with written series 🤥🤥 (sorry mr puddles) BUT who wouldn’t love heejake smaus (sorry heeseung…)🔥🔥 and yes the og title was this or that but i hated it so…

☆ playlist — «on days like this, i miss you»

DATES ❥ interlocking toes club 💐 bonk playerzzz

ONE — no date 🤣🤣

TWO — got a date

THREE — super cool prom night > written

FOUR — raging 😹😹

FIVE — doing my job, trust the process

SIX — IM A FORTUNE TELLER 🔥🔥

SEVEN — everyone loves tbz 😊

EIGHT — e etb. rjur. a.

NINE — i can;,;t,ttt,\ttttt,

#💐 : prom with who? #enhanet #k-labels #kflixnet #heeseung #jake enhypen #heeseung enhypen #jake smau #jake social media au #heeseung smau #heeseung social media au #jake x reader #heeseung x reader #enhypen #enhypen smau #enhypen social media au #enhypen x reader #kpop smau #kpop social media au #kpop x reader #kpop

[writemekpop]

Idol Spotlight | Lee Donghyuck (Haechan)

Ay-yo! Let us take you on a journey through our fave Haechan fics…

🌻 - Fluff  ☔️ - Angst  💋 - Smut

1. Robot Lover 💋

Summary: You designed the perfect man – and built him, as a sex robot. But what do you do when Haechan tires of the customers, and falls for you?

Genre: Sex robot AU, smut

2. I Feel it Coming 💋

Summary: You confront your boyfriend Haechan about why you’ve never had sex.

Genre: Boyfriend! Haechan, fluff

3. Knocked Up 🌻

Summary: Nobody wants to date the pregnant girl… except Haechan. Only, when prom comes round, Haechan is nowhere to be seen…

Genre: High School AU, angst, fluff

4. Love Shack 🌻

Summary: Haechan finally says ‘I love you’. At least, you hope that’s what he said…

Genre: Gamer boyfriend!Hyuck, fluff 

+ NCT MAIN MASTERLIST+

#haechan #nct dream #donghyuck #nct dream smut #nct smut #haechan smut #donghyuck smut #haechan fluff #donghyuck fluff #lee donghyuck #nct dream fluff #NCT Dream Scenarios #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct dream imagines #kpop imagines #nct 00 line #nct 00 line smut #nct x reader #nct suggestive

[toothfa-1-ry]

NCT DREAM AS ODDLY SPECIFIC (ISH) TROPES/AUS EXCEPT ITS ALL ANGSTY (OT7)

WARNINGS: Mentions of death, cheating(?) in Haechan's part, reader wears dresses, reader is mentioned as prom Queen I'm Haechan's part), mentions of God in Jisung's part

GENRE: Angst, gn reader

A/N: I'm sorry for being so inactive and not posting so much (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ also I'm still new to writing for Chenle and Jisung so it might not be accurate??

Also please reblog or comment something if you enjoyed!!

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"you were my first love, I wish you were my last too" - Mark Lee

First love, idol au, idol x non idol

Mark Lee was the first boy you ever loved. The first boy you fell inlove with, the first person who you could see a future with. He was who you wished to have a future with. He was going to be the one, he will be the one.

That's what you always told yourself, that if he loved you and you loved him it was enough, all the things you wanted didn't matter if the both of you were together. Maybe if you had continued telling that to yourself things would have worked out.

Now, you stare at him through the TV screen remembering the time once when you could look at him up close. You watch him sing and dance and do all the things he loved. All the things he couldn't do with you but now that you were gone from his life he could do it all, he could live his life, he could actually be happy.

You watched all his live concerts hoping for him to catch you in the crowds atleast once, one small glance, one small glimpse of resemblance but this wasn't a movie where the girl gets the guy she always wanted, this wasn't a fairy tale dream you would get to live. He never saw you ever once, he never saw you no matter how many concerts you would go, or maybe he didn't want to see you, maybe he did glance over your face, maybe he did catch a glimpse. But that's all he did, that's all it was. A glimpse.

They say that first love's never last but you and Mark promised to be there together till the end "forever and always y/n. I'll always love you. Until forever ends, I promise" you remember smiling upon those words but now those words brought nothing but pain to your heart because Mark was your first love and that's what he'll always be, what he'll only be. Because first love's never last, and you and Mark weren't an exception.

"You exist now, only in my memories, forever in my memories." - Huang Renjun

Love at first sight, painter au, painter x muse

Renjun remembers the day he met you clearly. Even though it's just bits, there are some parts that he remembers clearly. He remembers the rain, he remembers the wet road and he remembers you stepping into the rain like a painting, your hair down, your red dress getting all wet, but it was your eyes that Renjun remembers the most clearly. Those star like eyes that made Renjun fall inlove with you that moment, those eyes which saw all parts of Renjun that no one had, those eyes which Renjun had painted so many times. He remembers wishing to never forget them, those eyes, that face.

But now, in the middle of the night, when he's all alone, when he can't sleep. He wishes to forget those eyes, he wishes to forget that face of yours. He wished he could forget the way you looked at him that day with fear all over your eyes. Renjun remembers the day he lost you. He remembers the rain, the wet road where you were standing in the middle, getting all wet but he remembers your eyes the most. The way it widened when the car came out of no where, the way you couldn't even scream for help, the way you looked so helpless.

But most of all he remembered himself, standing on the other side of the road all frozen, he remembers himself not even being able to breath or walk a inch towards your unmoving body which bled in the middle of the road. He remembers the way his heart cracked, the way it cracked and shattered into a million pieces unable to be fixed again.

He remembers the day he got you and the day he lost you. And he wishes he could forget them both.

"your always ones arms reach away from me yet I want your touch even more relentlessly" - Lee Jeno

Forbidden love, royalty au, knight x princess

Knight Jeno stares at you in a way which couldnt be explained. He looks at you in such a melancholy way yet there was shock painted in those sad eyes. He stares at you as you lock eyes with your husband, the future king of the neighbouring kingdom. The smile you give your husband being reminiscent to the smile you always gave Jeno but it didn't quite reaching your eyes. Your heart quite not beating for your now husband the way it beat for Jeno.

Jeno stands along with the screaming crowd as your carriage slows down for the new couple to greet the excited crowd. The crowd screams as the carriage stops, children, women and men all throwing flower petals and congratulating the couple as Jeno's stomach tightened and breath shortened. The white bouquet of roses in his hand being mushed by the grasp of his hands.

You both make eye contact for a second or two but it was all Jeno needed to know that you did remember what happened yesterday night and all the nights before. That you remembered the stolen kisses, the lingering touches. That you remembered him begging you to stay with him, to run away with him and you saying sorry again and again. You look away first and quickly but Jeno's gaze just remains at you unmoving.

He slowly walks up towards the carriage, raises his arms and throws the half dead roses at you which you catch and cradle in your arms as if it was gold. The both of you share one last look that day just like all the last kisses and touches the both of you once had shared. One last look was all Jeno needed to know that you did love him and that your heart belonged to him only but it was also all Jeno needed to know that you'll never belong with him, that your one arms reach away from him, always away from his reach and that there was nothing he could ever do to change that.

"I'm still waiting for our last dance" -Lee Haechan

Prom nigh au, lovers to exes

Being prom Queen would have been rather fun if Haechan was prom king, instead your stuck with his friend Na Jaemin who was next with you, holding your hands as the both of you glide across the cleaned gym floor which was now adorned with blue spotlights on the both of you.

The metallic crown covered in plastic gems and beads placed in your perfectly done hair and your dress twirling as Jaemin spun you around, the same dress you and Haechan picked together months before preparations for prom even began, months before the both of you broke up.

You couldn't help but wonder if Haechan would realise that it was the dress he picked, or if he'd realise that the hairstyle you wore tonight was the hairstyle he always complimented, or if he would even be looking at you slow dance with Jaemin. But you hoped that atleast he would know that a small part of you still remained with him, that a small part of you still yearned for him even after all the fights, bitter words and after the breakup. Your eyes scan the crowd searching for Haechan, every movement you took was just a chance to take a glimpse at the crowd to see where Haechan was. You finally see him, behind crowds and crowds of people but he easily stands out, his eyes being the same soft brown eyes you adored.

Your eyes meet Haechan's soft combed hair, his body adorning a neatly ironed tux, the same one you picked out months before the prom, before the breakup. The same tux you chose for him with the small rose print in the left breast pocket. A part of you wonders if Haechan feels the same way you do, if he thinks about you at night, if he wishes to change things, if he still loves you after the breakup. You heart however is torn into pieces as you watch Haechan bend down to kiss another girl, holding her hand tightly into his, his sole attention placed only on her.

For the last time you wonder if he remembers the last dance he promised you on prom night, probably not, probably for the best.

"my mind might forget your face, my skin might forget your touch, but my heart would never forget the way you made it feel" -Na Jaemin

Lovers to strangers, amnesia au

Jaemin looks at you from a distance, the empty feeling inside of him growing even more as the seconds go on. He looks at you as you hold hands with you parents, smiling, laughing. Your parents never liked Jaemin, they never liked the idea of the both of you together.

Jaemin remembers the first time he met you in the hospital, the way you refused to look him in the eye, the way you refused to acknowledge his presence. He remembers the way you apolagised for not remembering him, your heart no longer beating for his. Not anymore, not even recognising it.

Jaemin looks at the way your eyes shine now, as your mouth curves up into a smile, so radiant, so beautiful. It reminded Jaemin of the ways he used to make you smile, the sweet laughter of yours which played after all his corny jokes. All now which you had forgotten. Your eyes which always crinkled and brightened whenever you saw Jaemin now looked at him only in confusion, your sweet soft lips which used to kiss him in the death of night now no longer recognised his pink lips. Your heart which once danced along to the beat of Jaemin's heart could now no longer find the rythm which you both shared. All the golden memories now turned into dust as you fail to recognise the face that you so loved, as you fail to recognise the heart which you so loved.

You looked so happy even without the memories of Jaemin, without all the memories you spend with Jaemin, who was Jaemin to take away your happiness? If after all your happiness was all Jaemin lived for, all Jaemin was willing to live for even if it meant that he'll have to let you go.

Even if it meant that he'll have to let go the person he loved, the only person he'd ever love even though you don't even remember him.

"a plane ticket away from you but my heart will always have you as it's destination" - Zhong Chenle

Rich boy x poor girl, difference in social status,

Staring at the plane ticket in your hands, you wonder if things were really going to end this way, if it really was going to be as easy as this. Your fingers glide on the piece of paper bought by Chenle's mother, the smooth piece of paper which was going to divide you and Chenle for good. That piece of paper which was going to separate you and Chenle countries apart. You couldn't help but wonder if it was really all going to be worth it.

You look outside the small airplane window as you hear a femal voice speak, a small teardrop rolling down your tears as you clasp the plane ticket in your hand, slightly tearing it.

You had no choice but to leave, you had to leave. Not only for your sake or your families sake but for Chenle's sake, for the boy you loved. After all the boy you loved was the heir to the Zhong company and you were a just a simple girl whose family was struggling to find a ends meet. Things would have never worked out anyway. You were stupid for thinking that things could have worked out, it was all just a silly Teenage dream like how Chenle's mother had phrased it.

You think about Chenle, he's all you can think about in this moment. You think about whether he'll be hurt, whether he'll understand why you left, whether he'll understand why you took the money. A part of you hopes that he will, that he'll search for you and forgive you but a part of you also hopes to never see him again, that he'll get angry at you, curse your name. That he'll never forgive you for the horrible thing your doing and that he'll forget your existance. You'd rather have him angry at you then ruin his future, his life by involving you in it. You loved him too much to let him to that to himself.

The airplane gets ready to take off, you squirm slightly in your seat as you wipe away your tears. You close the window, your afraid that if you don't you'll just end up crying even more so you close your eyes shut not seeing the figure of a boy running towards the airplane. You don't hear the boys loud screams and shouting of your name, you don't hear him begging you to stay. You don't hear his cries as the airplane finally takes off and as his bodyguards are holding him back.

You don't hear his heart breaking because you were to busy hearing yours break.

"to all the sweet laughter under the sun we shared without worry of the days to come" -Park Jisung

Terminal illness au, highschool au,

Jisung holds your hand tightly, his warm healthy hand contrasting from your cold frail ones. His soft eyes look at your cold tired ones as he watches you shoot a tired smile at him. Jisung forces a smile back, trying to fight the ever-growing lump in his throat, the water in his eyes pooling whenever he sees you lying down in your bed. Jisung fights back the horrible thoughts in his heads, the words he heard the doctor say to your parents a few minutes ago ringing again and again in his head

Your the strongest person Jisung knew, the most stubborn. He knew that you were going to be okay, that your going to be fine. He knew that your going to stay in the hospital only for a few more days before you fully recover and the both of you can go back to complaining about algebra class and making fun of Mark. He knew that the tubes sticking out of your body, the injections you take everyday was just going to be a phase. That you'll be able to go outside and walk around freely without being stuck in a wheelchair. Jisung believed in miracles, he believed in you after all you were a angel in disguise for Jisung. You were his blessing

But angels come from heaven, you belong to heaven too. Jisung watches as you close your eyes his heart hammering, he watches as you breath slows down, as your grip becomes weaker. Jisung's eyes widen, his body begins panicking as your machine begins beeping, he screams for help.

He prays and prays, it's too short he says. Your time in earth is too short, your time with him is far too short. You can't leave him yet your both only kids, you both have the rest of your lives to live. You still have a life to live with Jisung. You still have to keep your promise to Jisung, to build a house together, own a pet cat. He continues praying as the doctors take you away for a emergency surgery, using up all his breath, his words. Begging that of there really was a god out there, to save you. To save the person he loved, to perform a miracle.

But if there really was a god out there, a creator of life and the bringer of death. They must have been cruel to Jisung because now your heart which once beat, your heart which Jisung adored now remained cold and unmoving. The minute your heart stopped was when Jisung's heart also froze. After all he lost his miracle, his only blessing.

He lost you, his highschool love and only love

#nct #nct dream #nct dream angst #nct dream fic #nct dream fluff #nct dream scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct dream reactions #nct dream au #nct dream x reader #nct angst #nct fluff #nct dream fanfic #nct x reader #nct dream x you #mark lee angst #huang renjun angst #nct jeno angst #haechan angst #na jaemin angst #nct fanfic #chenle angst #park jisung angst #nct mark #mark x reader #jeno x reader #haechan x reader #jaemin angst #jaemin x reader #renjun x reader

[rickysdalgi]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ZEROBASEONE MASTERLIST ⋆ ˚｡⋆˚

♡fluff (only writing fluff for zb1 for now!!)

ot9

(?) pics of zb1 members exept its pics of nct members

♡zb1 as love tropes - part1 part2

jiwoong

…nothing yet!

hanbin

…nothing yet!

zhanghao

…nothing yet!

matthew

…nothing yet!

taerae

…nothing yet!

gyuvin

…nothing yet!

ricky

…nothing yet!

gunwook

♡oh you look.. (prom- enemies to lovers au)

yujin

…nothing yet!

#xoxohyuck #masterlist #zb1 imagines #zb1 masterlist

[problematicseries]

NEW FANFIC SERIE - PROBLEMATIC SEASON 1

18+ content, minors dni

NOTE : this is all for fun, please keep in mind that no hate is sent to any of the people mentioned, THIS IS A FANFIC FOR FUN 🩷

All of the people mentioned in the fanfic are adults

synopsis : incoming

FR FANFIC

Mentions de Jang Wonyoung (IVE), Woonggi (Boys Planet), Jay (Enhypen), Ningning (Aespa), Rosé (Blackpink), Intak (P1H), Mark (NCT), Yeji (Itzy), Jake (Enhypen), Zhang Hao (ZB1), Natty (Kiss of life), Chaewon (Le Sserafim)

ÉPISODE 1 - THE BEGINNING - PROM NIGHT

Le jour se lève sur la ville de Los Angeles, les rayons de soleil effleurent ton visage et te réveille doucement, tu attrapes ton portable sur la table de chevet et regarde l’heure affichant 06:25, tu en profites pour jeter un coup d’oeil aux notifications que tu a pu recevoir cette nuit, dont une trentaine venant de Jang te disant à quel point elle est excitée que vous vous retrouviez au « camp de vacances » lundi.

Évidemment, camp de vacances entre guillemets puisqu’il s’agit plutôt d’un hôtel luxueux sur la côte de Los Angeles réservé tout l’été pour la jeune élite de L.A fraichement diplômée. Ces vacances n’étant réservée qu’aux héritiers les plus riches de Los Angeles, tu as payé le séjour pour ton meilleur ami avec qui tu es INSÉPARABLE: CHA Woonggi. Une petite boule pleine d’énergie positive et toujours présent, ses parents étant ouvriers il ne pouvait se payer le séjour dans cet hôtel luxueux. Ne pouvant imaginer passer cet été sans lui, c’est donc toi qui a réglé les frais; quelque chose que Jang ne comprends toujours pas car selon elle, l’élite ne se mélange pas aux autres classes sociales.

Jang est ta meilleure amie depuis maintenant 12 ans, vous vous êtes toujours bien entendues. Jang est la fille de Monsieur Yuanying, président des Etats-Unis, d’ou son surnom ‘’Presidential Princess’’. Elle a un côté très élitiste mais elle est adorable. Elle a toujours été là pour toi, Jang est vraiment la parfaite meilleure amie; à vrai dire on ne peut rêver mieux.

Tu files te préparer sans même penser au fait que tu n’as toujours pas de cavalier pour t’accompagner au bal ce soir et que pour cette fois, tu n’as ni Jang, ni Ning pour te tenir compagnie car Jang passe la soirée avec Jay et a donc fait une croix sur la couronne pour la seule journée de sa vie, et Ning à été rejoindre Rosé en Corée pour l’obtention de son diplôme là bas, elles devraient cependant être la pour la journée d’ouverture du camp.

Enfilant pour la dernière fois ton uniforme modifié par Jang, tu montes dans la voiture où ton chauffeur t’attends en direction du lycée. Woonggi t’informe qu’il n’a pas eu le temps de passer a Starbucks pour aller chercher vos cafés donc tu demandes à ton chauffeur de s’y arrêter pour chercher vos boissons matinales.

Arrivant sur le parking du lycée, tu sors de la voiture et te dirige en direction de ton casier - toujours aucune trace de Woonggi- tu lui envoies un message auquel il répond « je serais en retard, gardes moi une place », tu soupires et ouvre ton casier.

Tu y retrouves 3 enveloppes avec ton nom sur chacune, tu accroches ton sac de créateur à l’intérieur du casier et commence à ouvrir les enveloppes.

La première vient de Mark, ton voisin de table en cours de chimie :

‘’ Je me permets de t’écrire pour t’exprimer ma profonde admiration pour ta personne et ta présence qui dégage une aura enchanteresse. J’ai longuement réfléchi a la manière dont je pourrais t’exprimer mon désir de partager avec toi une soirée qui, je crois, pourrait être empreinte d’une alchimie particulière. C’est pourquoi je prends la liberté de t’inviter a être ma cavalière au bal ce soir.’’

Etonnée que Mark soit aussi doué avec les mots qu’avec des tubes à essais et des éprouvettes, tu décides de continuer en ouvrant la deuxième enveloppe.

La deuxième enveloppe, parfumée de vanille, vient de Yeji :

‘’ Coucou ma belle, je trouverais ça sympa que pour cette année, on ait 2 reines pour le bal : toi et moi.’’

Yeji est la fille à la pointe de la mode du lycée, facile quand tes parents dirigent la maison FENDI, cependant, Yeji a un charme hors du commun et personne ne lui résiste, un pilier de marbre pourrait fondre avec un simple clin d’oeil de sa part.

Même si l’idée était tentante, tu décides d’ouvrir la dernière lettre mais tu te fais interrompre par Jake se présentant derrière ton casier.

Jake est ton voisin depuis toujours, vous avez grandi ensemble, vos parents étant de très bons amis, tu le vois plus que régulièrement. Les parents de Jake détiennent des puits pétroliers partout dans le monde mais Jake refuse d’être vu comme ‘’un fils à papa bourré de fric’’ selon ses dires; ceci explique son style relativement chill et casual. Jake est plutôt du genre à lire des livres et étudier à la bibliothèque plutôt que de faire la fête et aller au golf le dimanche; ce qui fait partie de son charme.

« Oh désolé je t’ai fais peur ? Je n’avais pas vu que tu étais si occupée avec tes invitations au bal de promo… je me trompes ? » dit-il en froissant un morceau de papier dans sa poche.

Tu réponds avec un grand sourire « Non Jake ne t’en fais pas, je lisais juste les 3 pauvres invitations que j’ai reçu pour le bal de ce soir, Jang n’étant pas la, je dois prendre la relève pour la couronne cette fois ci »

Jake décroche un sourire en disant « ouf, sauvé de la reine des abeilles pour une fois ».

Vous rigolez ensemble puis il indique qu’il doit encore rendre quelques livres à la bibliothèque avant ce soir donc il te laisse en s’inclinant et disant « à ce soir notre nouvelle reine de la ruche »

Tu le tapes gentiment et il s’éclipse en direction de la bibliothèque.

Tu ouvres donc la troisième lettre fermée par un sceau de cire rose avec les initiales ‘’I.H’’

‘’ J’espère que cette lettre trouve son chemin jusqu’a toi avec tout l’éclat qui t’entoure. Il est rare de rencontrer quelqu’un qui incarne l’élégance et la grâce avec autant de naturel, je suis honoré de pouvoir t’écrire ces mots. En contemplant la perspective du bal de promo qui approche à grands pas, il m’est venu à l’esprit qu’une soirée partagée avec toi serait une expérience inoubliable. L’idée d’une danse en ta compagnie et de partager des moments empreints de complicité me semble d’une attirance magnétique. J’espère sincèrement que tu accepteras cette invitation et que nous pourrons créer ensemble une énergie qui transcendera cette soirée.’’ signé par Hwang Intak.

HWANG INTAK ????? Intak est le fils de Monsieur Hwang, premier héritier de l’empire LVMH, Intak est la définition de l’homme élégant, toujours bien habillé et bien présenté (le minimum pour un héritier du monde du luxe vous me direz) cependant, Intak est le type de garçon qui aime avoir plusieurs filles a ses pieds… Raison pour laquelle tu n’as jamais trop eu d’intérêt pour lui, et de toutes façons, ta relation avec Sumin t’as suffit.

Tu emmènes les 3 enveloppes avec toi dans l’auditorium pour parler de l’organisation du bal de ce soir, bien décidée à demander de l’aide a Woonggi pour choisir qui t’accompagnera ce soir.

45 minutes après le début de la réunion, tu aperçois Woonggi se glisser derrière les tables jusqu’a arriver a ta hauteur.

Il te dit en chuchotant « Merci pour le macchiatto mais j’ai une super bonne excuse pour ce retard ! »

Tu le regardes en faisant la moue « Je t’écoutes wookie »

Il rétorque « Bon tu vois Hao ? je lui ai demandé si l’on pouvait aller ensemble au bal ce soir pour apprendre à se connaitre vu qu’on va passer plusieurs jours ensemble cet été… et il a dit oui ! »

Tu interromps Woonggi tout de suite « Attends… Hao le frère de Jang ? T’es au courant qu’elle va péter un cable pour ça ? t’as déjà oublié tout le discours sur l’élite bla-bla-bla »

Woonggi réponds « La princesse présidentielle n’est pas là ce soir, si personne ne lui dit elle n’en saura rien » dit-il en ricanant.

Tu en profites pour sortir les enveloppes de ton sac a main et les tend a Woonggi en lui demandant de les lire.

Après la première lecture des 3 lettres, il en exclue une : Mark.

« L’alchimie, la chimie, tous les jeux de mots c’est bien sympa mais j’aimerai éviter que ça explose, c’est un mec qui pourrais t’ennuyer et ce soir je veux te voir t’amuser. »

Il continue « Bon ensuite Yeji… l’idée est top mais Yeji risque de te voler la lumière sur scène.. je suis sûr qu’elle va débarquer avec une robe dessinée par son père, pas encore en vente et on en parlera que d’elle, pas sûr que ça plaise à Jang. »

Il ne reste donc que la dernière enveloppe, celle d’Intak qu’il te tend en disant « on à trouve ton cavalier ! »

17:30 : fin de la journée.

Woonggi te fait signe avec un petit clin d’oeil, sûrement par rapport à ce soir.

Tu te diriges vers ton chauffeur qui t’attend mais Jake arrive devant toi avec son vélo « on fait le chemin du retour ensemble ? » te proposes t’il avec un grand sourire.

« J’adorerais Jake mais je suis assez pressée je dois aller me préparer pour ce soir, ça va me prendre pas mal de temps.. »

Il répond « ah donc tu as choisi ton cavalier pour ce soir ? Si toutefois tu me cherches, je serais dans un coin de la salle avec mon livre ! » et s’en va avec un petit geste de la main pour te saluer.

Tu montes dans la voiture et commence à écrire à Jang

« Je vais au bal avec Intak, tu verrais sa lettre tu larguerais Jay »

« INTAK HWANG ??? tu fais fort ma fille, bois pas trop je veux absolument te voir avec la couronne sur la tête ce soir ! et pour Jay … ne raconte pas de bêtises tu sais très bien que princesse présidentielle ne fait que de bons choix ! J’ai hâte de te voir demain tu me manques.»

Tu arrives devant chez toi et monte te préparer.

Tu en profites pour sortir la robe que tu as acheté avec Jang pour l’occasion : une robe longue noire reflétant chaque rayon de lumière, fendue sur le côté avec un grand décolleté laissant la place à un collier, ne sachant pas encore lequel mettre avec cette sublime robe.

Ton téléphone vibre ‘’1 NOUVEAU MESSAGE : INTAK’’

« ne mets rien autour de ton cou, mon chauffeur viendra te chercher ce soir, j’ai une petite surprise pour toi »

Étant intriguée et lui faisant confiance, tu termines de te préparer et ne mets pas de collier.

20:00, le chauffeur d’Intak sonne à la porte.

Tu descends les escaliers et découvre Intak t’attendant à côté de la limousine, t’ouvrant la portière.

Il ressemblait à un prince dans les contes Disney, un costume bleu nuit, s’accordant parfaitement avec ta robe, son parfum envahissait tes sens, il avait ce côté très mystérieux mais dévoué, ce qui était relativement bizarre vu que vous n’étiez jamais sorti ensemble auparavant. Ses yeux écarquillés lorsque son regard se posa sur toi.

« Bonsoir princesse, tu es sublime »

« Tu n’es pas mal non plus » tu répondis.

Il sourit et monte après que tu sois montée.

Tu tentes de sortir ton téléphone de ton petit sac à main avant qu’Intak ne te tende une boîte en te demandant de l’ouvrir.

Tu ouvres la boite et découvre un collier en diamants, à vrai dire, tu n’as jamais vu un collier aussi beau.

« il te plait ? » demanda t’il.

« Il est parfait » tu répondis.

Intak s’approche de toi pour te mettre le collier et te disant que tu es sublime; il avait raison.

Le collier étant comme une pièce manquante de la tenue, Intak te regarde et te dis « Déjà prête à recevoir la couronne princesse ? »

A chaque fois que ce mot sortait de sa bouche, c’était comme une mélodie, tu était déjà accroc à ce nouveau surnom qu’il te donnait.

Arrivé au salon de réception pour le bal, Intak descend et t’ouvres la portière puis passe son bras dans le tiens pour se rendre dans la salle de bal.

Tous les yeux sont rivés sur vous, on peut même déceler de la jalousie dans certains regards; c’était à prévoir.

Vous vous faites arrêter par des paparazzis, demandant à Intak si tu es sa nouvelle petite amie, chose à laquelle il acquiesce.

Ton coeur bat la chamade, même si tu n’as pas eu ton mot a dire sur cette affirmation tu reste flattée du comportement d’Intak qui fait en sorte que ta soirée se passe comme un véritable conte de fées.

Après ta rupture avec Sumin, tu croyais qu’aucun homme ne te ferait battre le coeur aussi fort et Intak semble beaucoup trop parfait pour être vrai.

Une fois rentrés dans la salle de bal, Intak s’excuse car il doit s’éclipser quelques instants pour saluer ses amis, tu lui dis qu’il n’y a absolument aucun problème et te dirige vers le bar.

Tu regardes ton téléphone : aucun nouveau message.

Tu flânes entre les tables et t’assoies à la table de Natty.

Natty, autrement appelée ‘’Night Queen’’ fait partie de ton groupe d’amies, son père est un producteur musical; elle baigne donc dans la musique, la vie nocturne et la Jet Set depuis petite. Persuadée d’être la fashionista edgy de l’école elle est venue au bal avec une combinaison noire moulante ouverte sur la poitrine, coiffée d’une longue queue de cheval lisse.

« Alors cette soirée Disney, t’en penses quoi ? » dit-elle après avoir pris un shot de tequila.

« Je veux juste faire les photos avec la couronne et partir me coucher, les vacances me tarde… » tu réponds avant de reprendre ton verre de martini.

« J’ai réussi à avoir un poste en tant que réceptionniste, je vais pouvoir épier tout le monde et alimenter le twitter de Ning avec des infos croustillantes sans qu’elle n’ai trop d’efforts a faire » dit elle en gloussant.

Votre conversation fut interrompue par l’annonce du couronnement de la reine et du roi du bal, comme si le ciel t’avais entendu.

Sans grande surprise, Jang n’étant pas présente, tu fut couronnée reine du bal (comme Jang l’avait prévue).

Vient l’annonce du roi avant que la voix de la fille annonçant le nom ne tremble.

« Cette année nous n’avons donc pas de roi mais bien DEUX REINES ! Chaewon monte sur scène et accepte ton titre s’il te plait ! »

Ton regard se dirigea sur Intak, il avait l’air tendu et tenait son verre à la main, on pouvait voir sa mâchoire se serrer depuis la scène, même éblouie par les spots.

Cependant, cette nouvelle allait être plus compliquée à annoncer a Jang, Chaewon étant sa pire ennemie.

La relation entre Chaewon et Jang n’a pas toujours été mauvaise, étant petites elles étaient amies, cependant Chae voulait tout ce que Jang avait, si Jang organisait une soirée d’anniversaire pour ses 16 ans, vous pouviez être sûrs que Chae allait organiser la même chose mais en beaucoup plus extravagant.

Les choses sont devenues plus tendues lorsque le père de Jang se présenta aux élections présidentielles et que le père de Chae était son concurrent principal (assez ironique non ?). Depuis que le père de Jang est devenu le président des États Unis, la relation entre les deux jeunes filles s’est dégradée et elles sont passées d’amies de la première heure à pire ennemies. Je vous laisse imaginer la réaction de Jang quand elle saura que Chaewon a été couronnée reine.

Chae monte sur scène, prends la couronne et t’attrapes par le bras « Faisons une photo ensemble, veux tu ? » dit-elle d’un ton un peu insistant.

Tu cherches Woonggi du regard et le vois bouche bée.

Après les photos tu décides de sortir prendre l’air sur un des balcons de la salle avec ton verre, une silhouette masculine arrive derrière toi avant que tu ne retournes.

« Un vrai fiasco, ça m’étonnerait que ça plaise à Jang tout ça »

C’était Jake, il s’approche de toi avec une bouteille d’eau et te la tends « bois de l’eau, je ne t’ai vu qu’avec des martinis ce soir »

Tu prends la bouteille d’eau avant de répondre « Tu m’as donc observée toute la soirée ? Tu sais que ça pourrait presque faire peur Jake »

Il répondit avec un sourire « Non, je veillais juste sur toi»

Tu t’approches de lui pour lui faire un câlin, tu aperçois Intak par dessus son épaule, il vous voit et fait demi tour en lançant son verre contre le mur.

« Excuse moi Jake je dois aller voir si tout va bien pour Woonggi » tu lui dis avant de partir a la recherche d’Intak.

Jake te regarde partir en se reposant contre la rambarde du balcon.

Tu te faufiles entre les corps dansants sur le dancefloor de la salle de bal mais tu n’arrives pas à retrouver Intak, tu aperçois Woonggi et Hao assis à une table et décide donc d’aller les voir.

Woonggi te voit, se lève et s’incline en disant « Bonsoir reine, votre soirée se passe comme vous le voulez ? voulez vous que j’aille éliminer l’imposteur Chae ? »

Tu réponds en riant « Je suis sûre que Jang en serait plus que reconnaissante, tu as vu Intak ? »

Il t’indique l’avoir vu partir en direction de la salle de commande des lumières, peut être pour être au calme.

Tu pars en direction de la salle des lumières sans te rendre compte que Natty te suivait car elle pressentait quelque chose de mauvais.

Tu ouvres la porte et quelle fut ta surprise (et celle de Natty, téléphone à la main en plein live instagram visionné par plus de 500k personnes).

Intak étant occupé à apprendre a connaitre Chaewon en profondeur, dans tous les sens du terme, tout ça en live sur l’instagram de votre jet-setteuse favorite au millions d’abonnés.

Tu ne sais pas si le pire de la situation est la situation en elle même ou le sourire que Chaewon te fait en te voyant dans l’encadrement de la porte.

Se faire tromper par son cavalier le soir même du bal est un concept qui ne t’étais pas encore venu à l’esprit, cependant, tout Los Angeles était au courant, même Ningning qui était à plus de 5000Km et qui avait déjà repostée la vidéo sur son compte.

Ton téléphone ne fait que vibrer, notifications sur notifications, appels manqués de Jang et Ning, ta tête commence à tourner.

Tu demandes à Natty d’appeler ton chauffeur, tu veux rentrer IMMÉDIATEMENT.

Woonggi te retrouve et décide de t’accompagner chez toi pour ce soir.

Une fois rentrée, tu files à la salle de bain avant de sangloter sous la douche. Ta précédente relation avec Sumin à déjà été difficile, et maintenant un nouveau traumatisme ?

L’eau coule le long de ton corps, on ne distingue pas les larmes de l’eau.

Tu sors de la salle de bain et retrouves Woonggi dans ta chambre.

« Jake est passé pour savoir si tout allait bien pendant que tu étais sous la douche, je lui ai dit que c’était pas le moment, il est reparti »

Tu t’affales sur ton lit en lui disant « Je veux aller au camp et oublier tout ça, Jang aurait su quoi faire dans une situation pareille, elle me manque »

Woonggi s’approche et te fais un câlin.

Tu lui chuchotes en pleurant « Merci d’être là wookie »

Il répond instantanément « je serais toujours là».

Il réfléchit et te dis « Pourquoi on irait pas au camp tout de suite ? »

Tu te retournes, réfléchit et envoies un message à Natty lui demandant si elle peut faire quelque chose (vu qu’elle y travaille en tant que réceptionniste)

Elle te répond ‘’ Préparez vous, je vous récupère dans 1h ‘’.

FIN DE L’ÉPISODE 1.

#fanfic #kpop

[neo-shitty]

wip tag game.

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips. | tagged by: @koishua @decembermoonskz @petrichor-han @bearseungmin , yes thank you so much tho my wip pile has remained untouched since school started lol 😭

after dark - ot8, skz (drabble series ;n;)

‘idk idea HDJFHSJ PLEASE DONT FAIL ME NOW’ - skz, hyunjin

apparition - nct, jaemin

at the carnival / carnival aus - skz, 3racha 

‘ugh volleyball’ (remnants of my haikyuu brainrot) - skz, seungmin

error - nct, mark

full throttle - nct, jeno

ghost of you - skz, chan

hunger games 1 - nct, jeno

hunger games 2 - enha, sunghoon

kakegurui au - atz, san

knuckle-deep - skz, minho

last hour - skz, felix

leave before you love me - skz, felix

ms#42, apocalypse au - nct, jeno

nabi - nct, chenle

papertowns - skz, seungmin

prom au - skz, minho

safety pin - skz, changbin

skyfall - skz, changbin

someone will love you better - skz, jisung

the people like us - (supposedly) nct, jeno

wherever you are - skz, changbin

looking back on all these makes me sad bc i don’t feel that ‘connection’ to my works. maybe there are a few that i still actually want to work on but an ample majority of these will stay in my drafts for good. or maybe it’s just bc i’m too busy. only time will tell if i’ll ever get back :’3 | idk who to tag so whoever’s interested, ig?

#toff.tags #please don't rb!

[wonjaekook]

If the Dress Fits

A/N: This fic is 80% Y/N and Chenle whining to their respective best friends about each other and like 20% actual plot, but it’s fine… to be honest, I had a really hard time writing this one for whatever reason? But enjoy !

21 Tropes: 8. High school/prom AU + turquoise w/Chenle

Description: Zhong Chenle had somehow not gotten himself a date for prom. He had, however, found out that you have the same favorite movie as him.

Word Count: 3.7k

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

“This one, you’re getting this one.”

The dress that your friend Ryujin waves in front of you nearly makes you dizzy with how sparkly it is and you have to close your eyes and push her hand away. “I don’t like it,” you say, frowning, “It’s too much.”

“My friend,” she says, lowering the dress and slinging an arm around your shoulder, “you’re going to get a dress today whether you like it or not and, if you aren’t going to choose, I’ll pick one for you.”

“But I-”

“Don’t have a date, blah blah. I don’t care. You’re my best friend and you’re coming to prom no matter what.” Ryujin is beyond stubborn and you know there isn’t anything you can do to convince her to let you stay home.

“Well, I don’t like that one,” you say, turning back to the racks of long, beautiful dresses.

“Choose one soon or I’ll choose for you! We have to go make our hair and makeup appointments, too!”

“Such a waste of money,” you grumble under your breath, pushing dress after dress aside.

“It’s a perfectly good use of money! This is a once in a lifetime experience. Once. In. A. Lifetime!” As she emphasizes each word, you sigh heavily and just pull out the next dress you see.

“I’ll get this one.” Your best friend scrutinizes your choice, a displeased pout on her lips.

“You just chose that one randomly! At least put some thought into it-”

“I like the color and it’s pretty, isn’t that enough?”

She stares at you for a beat before giving in. “Fine, go try it on, then.” As you close the door of the changing room behind you, she shouts out another demand. “And you’d better come out with it on so I can see!” The changing process takes longer than you would have liked to admit, but you eventually step out with the zipper zipped and ribbon tied, showing Ryujin how the item looks on you. She scrutinizes you carefully, tugging at bits of cloth here and there until she sighs. “If you like it, then I like it. Somehow you chose one randomly that looks really good on you.”

You grin victoriously, ecstatic that you’re finally done with the most tedious shopping expedition you’ve ever been on. As you’re getting rung up, you’re also happy to find that the dress isn’t priced too badly either, so you begrudgingly let your best friend drag you along to your next stops without much complaint.

Unbeknownst to you, just a few stores over, Chenle and Jisung are performing a similar operation. Standing in a men’s formal wear store, Chenle is nearly as indecisive as you, but not for lack of caring. If anything, Jisung is the one who cares less of the two as he watches his friend fret.

“Can’t you just pick one?” The younger boy prods, impatiently standing while Chenle stares at the rows and rows of ties. “It’s not like you have anyone to match with.”

“Thanks for rubbing it in,” the elder grumbles, pouting while continuing to scan over the ties. He finally reaches out, picking up three.

“Why didn’t you ask someone, again?” Jisung asks, eyes wandering around the store.

“I didn’t really want to.” He shrugs before scrutinizing each tie carefully in his hands. “...and there’s no one I’m really interested in right now.”

His taller friend looks over his shoulder and points at one. “You should get that one.”

“Why?” Jisung shrugs in response. “Just because you said that, I’m getting this one.” Chenle puts the other two back and goes to the register, purchasing the tie.

You and Chenle make a somewhat unlikely pair. While he’s at least somewhat “cool,” you’re definitely not. He’s good at languages and music and sports, but you’re good at math and science. You’re about as opposite as you can get. That’s probably your biology teacher paired up the two of you.

“Who assigns a project the week before prom?” Chenle groans.

“Can we just focus and get some of this done tonight? I have a Calculus exam tomorrow that I need to study for, too.”

“I hate lab reports,” Chenle grumbles under his breath. You would have rolled your eyes if you didn’t completely agree.

“Same.”

He looks up at you, surprised at your response. “You don’t like writing lab reports?”

You give him an incredulous look. “Of course I don’t like writing lab reports! Who likes writing lab reports? I may be a nerd but I’m not that much of a nerd.”

“Oh,” he says, flushing in embarrassment. “Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.” The two of you work as silently as possible for a while, only asking necessary questions. That is, until your phone begins to loudly go off. The chorus of “Start of Something New” from High School Musical blares and fills the room and you scramble to grab your phone, rejecting the call when you see that it’s just Ryujin. You take a minute to send her a panicked text, saying you’re working on a biology thing with Chenle, before you slowly turn back around to face him. He’s staring at you with wide eyes.

“You like High School Musical?” Slowly, you nod, cringing at yourself, and he lights up. “That’s my favorite movie!”

“Wait, really?” Your head snaps up and he’s grinning at you.

“Yeah! I make Jisung watch it with me at least twice a year.” You can’t help but smile back at his enthusiasm.

“I make Ryujin watch it with me every so often, too,” you say, staring back at him. “Going into high school, I always wanted it to be like the movie, but…” You trail off, the smile fading from your face. “I’m being dumb, never mind.”

“No, continue,” he encourages, gesturing at you. “I think I know what you’re talking about.”

“Maybe another time,” you say, somewhat bitterly, “let’s finish this lab report.”

The two of you don’t finish the lab report.

By the time you get through half of it, you realize that you’re basically just talking to yourself and Chenle is about a minute away from falling asleep, so you end the session there and make plans to work on it the next day. He agrees sleepily before packing up his stuff and leaving your house. You pull your phone out and flop down on your bed almost immediately after he leaves, seeing how Ryujin had responded to you earlier.

Bestie: you got paired up with Chenle? Zhong Chenle??

Y/N: YES and he finally left

Bestie: how was that? did you get along?

Y/N: it was fine, I found that he actually loves HSM too

Bestie: huh, really? cool i guess

Bestie: maybe this is your Gabriella moment and you can make him fall in love with

you…

Y/N: stop being weird, I’m not that delulu

Bestie: I’m serious, high school isn’t over yet! it’s not over until it’s over

Bestie: plus he’s cute, you should go for it

Y/N: stoppppp you’re being weird

You toss your phone to the side. Admittedly, when Chenle had first commented that he also loved the movie, you felt like your moment was finally coming, but you shut that feeling down quickly. There was no way you could ever, or he could ever, or that could ever-

You shake your head and smack your face with both palms, trying to clear your head. You really read too many romance novels.

As soon as Chenle leaves your house, he’s texting Jisung.

CL: JISUNG. CHENJI MEETING RIGHT NOW.

JS: what

JS: why are you trying to calling a meeting rn… what’s wrong

CL: Y/N IS SO CUTE

CL: AND SHE LIKES HSM

JS: uhh, nice?

CL: I WANT TO ASK HER OUT

JS: haven’t you had like… one conversation with her? isn’t that a little soon?

CL: …

CL: you’re right

JS: wait a little bit, i didn’t get my gf by jumping at the first girl i thought was cute

CL: your gf approached you first

JS: okay that’s not the point

CL: I’ll wait but I swear I’ve thought she’s cute since econ with her freshman year

JS: whatever you say

The next day, you try to ignore the face that Ryujin makes at you from across the hall as you exit biology class next to Chenle, opting to wave goodbye at him and turn a blind eye to your friend’s taunting.

“Can you not?” You say to her as soon as he leaves. “You’re still being weird!”

“I can smell the romance,” she says, dramatically wiping away a nonexistent tear from her eye, “my baby Y/N is finally getting action.”

“I’m not!” You’re on the verge of stomping your foot like a little kid with how frustrated you are. “We just have to work on a project together!” “I’m friends with Jisung, you know,” she says, “I could slip in a good word about you and that word could reach Chenle-” You hit her on the arm and she winces, pouting at you and shutting up. “Let me live and stop trying to set me up!”

“Fine,” she says, “I guess I’ll just have to let it happen naturally. I’ll leave it even more alone if you buy my banana milk today…?” She tries, but you shut her down with a glare, proceeding to walk to the cafeteria with her. While you’re sitting with your group of friends and eating, you make eye contact with Chenle as he passes by your table with Jisung and he smiles and waves, causing you to wave back. Your best friend sees, nudging you after he breaks eye contact and continues walking and you glare back at her.

When Chenle and Jisung get to their own table, the younger just rolls his eyes at the dreamy look on the elder’s face. “She’s so cute,” he says, leaning against his hand, his elbow on the table.

“Just eat your food.”

One thing you would never, ever admit to her is that you did, at one point, have a crush on your biology partner. You had a class with Chenle at one point in freshman year, economics if you remember correctly. The dynamic was similar to how it is now, but you had been even more quiet then. You don’t think he even knew you existed, which you’re fine with now. When you think about yourself from freshman year, you cringe, just like most other people. But, now, working with him on this project is bringing back the tiny fluttering butterflies in your stomach that you had repressed years before. Ryujin’s comments just bring you false hope because you’re almost certain you have no chance. So, once again, you push back those thoughts and go back to your lunch.

At your house later, you and Chenle work hard on your lab report, spending most of your time relatively silently for about an hour before he sighs and collapses dramatically over his work. “Ah, this is so hard.” “Yeah,” you agree, “I hate this. But we have to finish.”

“Uh-huh…” he says absentmindedly, lifting his head and glancing around your room. “You said…” “What?” You ask, looking away from your work and up at him.

“You said you wanted your life to be like the movie, right?” Your heart beats faster in your chest at the question and you can feel heat rise to your face, tinging it red. “Can you sing?”

“No,” you say quickly, looking at your hands, “and please don’t ask me to demonstrate. I’m so bad that I shatter glass, I swear.”

His high, squeaky laugh makes you lighten up a little bit. “I won’t ask, but I also don’t think anyone is that bad. And I know, I’ve tutored voice lessons. Anyone can sing if they practice enough.”

“Mhm, maybe. You’ve never heard me sing before.” You find yourself smiling at him.

“We should go to karaoke sometime,” he says. You wouldn’t have known, but the invitation is very spur of the moment, something that just escapes his lips before he can really think about what he’s saying.

“Sure.” You agree reluctantly, not quite believing that he’s implying that he wants to hang out with you more.

In his head, he’s screaming at himself. He just casually asked you out. He just casually asked you out?!

“If you don’t sing,” he says, trying to move on from what he just did, “then, do you dance?” “A little,” you respond hesitantly. “I taught myself some just in case.”

“Wait, really?” He exclaims, surprised. “I can’t dance at all.” “Anyone can dance if they practice enough. Besides, how are you going to dance with your date at prom if you don’t learn?” He doesn’t respond right away, so you swallow hard. “Assuming you’re going?” “I’m going!” He says quickly, making you relax slightly. “I just don’t have a date.” “You don’t?” You ask tentatively, unsure of how sensitive the topic is for him.

“Yeah. It’s whatever. But even Jisung got a date! I’m gonna have to third-wheel all night.” You laugh softly at his response.

“I feel that. I don’t have one either and I know Ryujin and her boyfriend are going to be all over each other. I’m going to try my best not to look.” When you say that you don’t have a date, he looks up at you, surprised.

“You don’t have a date? Really?” “What do you mean, really? Is it that surprising?” You quirk an eyebrow at him, confused.

“Yeah, I mean, you’re one of the smartest girls in our class and you’re cute. Why…?” You flush at his compliments. He really sees you like that?

Once again, he’s internally screaming at how casually he’s saying things to you today. He’s also far too relieved by the fact that you don’t have a date to prom.

“I- I guess I just… don’t talk to guys a lot?” You squeak out. “Why don’t you have a date?”

“There was no one I wanted to ask,” he huffs, crossing his arms before he echoes your words. “Is it that surprising?”

“To be honest, yeah,” you say, your filter suddenly gone, “you’re cute and popular and you’re good at what you do, so…” Silence hangs somewhat heavily between the two of you as you blush at each other, contemplating what could come next.

“Do you want to-”

“Maybe you and I-”

You start to speak at the same time and stop. “You go first,” you say. “No, you.” He responds. Smiles slowly creep onto your faces before you both start laughing, eliminating the tension in the air. After your laughter dies, you smile at him again.

“We should probably finish this stupid lab report.”

He nods. “Yeah, probably. Do you want to watch High School Musical after we’re done?”

You agree and get back to work. As you finish the assignment and sit on your bed with him, watching the movie, you try to ignore the fact that Zhong Chenle called you cute and that you called him cute back. You definitely try to ignore the fact that you almost asked him to be your date to prom when you’d only had like two conversations with him and the dance itself is in two days. However, you try the hardest to ignore the way that the two of you had just clicked when you were talking and how sitting next to him, watching your shared favorite movie under mounds of your pillows and blankets, feels so natural, too natural.

You try to ignore how your heart beats faster when you talk to him and he excitedly talks back to you during biology, or when you meet eyes with him across the cafeteria and he smiles at you.

But, no matter how hard you try, you can’t ignore the reemerging feelings. As you’re getting your hair and makeup done, you can’t help but wonder what he’ll think when, or if, he sees you at the dance. You can’t help but wonder if he was messing with you when he said he didn’t have a date, or if you were getting your hopes too high up that maybe he had been about to ask the same question to you as you were to him when you were studying together, or if you would even see him at all.

Ryujin snaps you out of it by literally snapping her fingers in front of your face, jolting you out of your thoughts. “Hey, today is a happy day! I can see those gears turning in your head and I’m telling you to turn them off and enjoy yourself for once. This is prom! You’re going to have fun whether you like it or not and I’ll make sure of that!”

“This is why you’re my best friend,” you say, hugging her, “thank you.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” she says, lighting up again. “Now, let’s get you into that dress.”

On the other side of town, Chenle is fretting about nearly the same thing as you, but a bit more vocally.

“What if she’s just being nice? What if she doesn’t actually think I’m cute? What if she doesn’t want to dance with me because I told her I’m not good at it? What if-” “Please, please stop,” Jisung whines, sick of hearing his friend complain about this girl for hours. He aggressively adjusts his tie, manhandling it into the right place as he speaks. “Just ask her to dance later. It’s not hard. You’re supposed to be the confident one, so just do it!”

“She’s too cute. I won’t be able to handle seeing her today.”

“You’ll be fine. Just try to have a good time.”

For the nth time, he has to agree with Jisung, even if it’s quite as romantic of an outlook.

When you step out of the relatively nice car that Ryujin’s boyfriend is driving, you feel like a princess. Even though you don’t have a prince of your own yet and you had been moping not three hours before, you find that the venue is dazzling. Pretty fake-crystal decorations are draped around lights and everything is adorned with off-white cloth that falls beautifully, like tiny waterfalls of fabric. Your best friend gasps when she gets out of the car, grabbing onto your arm and pointing at the various pretty things all around. After she is done with her initial shock, she reaches out, grabbing her date’s hand and dragging him along with her, with you trailing behind.

To your sadness, you don’t spot Chenle until everyone is sitting at their tables, eating the nice dinner that your school had catered for you. You can only see the back of his head and shoulders, his hair seeming to be neatly styled and a tuxedo replacing his usual casual outfit. You forget about him for a while as you eat and chat with your friends, sending compliments to everyone at your table. When the dancing starts, you have a decent time standing in a circle with your friends, making a fool of yourself with your silly dance moves under the disco ball and colorful moving lights setup, and having more fun than you had expected. Then, the first slow dance starts and you awkwardly step off the dance floor with all of the other single people, standing back and watching people dance.

Except, as you step off, someone taps on your shoulder.

You turn around and find Chenle, no date in sight, just like he had said. His eyes are wide when he looks at you, staring at your whole getup. “You look really pretty.”

“Thanks,” you say, grinning up at him. “You look handsome.”

Your gaze travels over his outfit, stopping at his tie, and you freeze. The two of you seem to realize at the same time. Your dress, a long, sweeping gown with ample lace and sparkle, is the same shade of turquoise blue as his silk, patterned tie.

“I guess this means something, right?” He looks at you, meeting your eyes earnestly. “You don’t have a date, I don’t have a date, but we somehow ended up matching anyways. Even though I’m not good at it, do you-”

“-want to dance? Yes.” He takes your hand, pulling you onto the dance floor.

For the first time in your life, you feel like you’re a part of a story, dancing at prom in one of your cheesy high school romance novels or movies. You’re Gabriella and he’s Troy and you couldn’t be happier just swaying with him, avoiding complicated steps and just enjoying each other’s slightly clumsy but entirely heartfelt moves.

After the song ends, you escape with him to a quieter part of the venue, chatting with him for what seems like hours about anything and everything that comes to mind, only occasionally going back in to dance sometimes. At some point, while you’re outside the main room with him, Ryujin passes you on her way to the bathroom, making a face at you, and you know you’re going to be getting some sort of scolding later. Chenle laughs his cute, squeaky laugh as you pull a face back at her. You think a few people from your grade who pass you are confused when they see you together, wearing a matching dress and tie, but you find it in you to not care.

But, the night has to come to a close at some point, and you reluctantly say goodbye to him when Ryujin sends you a whiny text that she wants to go home. The magic doesn’t leave as you go to her house for a small after party, featuring a movie that you both fall asleep to after you take your makeup off and change into more comfortable clothes.

When you wake up, your feet ache from the heels you wore the night before, and the pain is the little evidence you have to prove that the night actually happened. You hope with all your heart that the night meant as much to you as it did to Chenle and your heart slowly sinks as you check your phone, finding no notifications from him.

Then, while you’re eating breakfast with Ryujin, you see it.

Chenle: Since we just did something you’re good at and you agreed to it earlier, karaoke some time?

#nct fluff #chenle fluff #neowritingsnet #nct dream fluff #nct high school au #nct prom au #wonjaekook #hmm.... i feel like i didn't give myself enough time to really develop anything in this fic #but hopefully it doesn't read that way and i'm just being too harsh on myself #but please enjoy this fluff piece after the last super angsty one!!

[lattaeyongs-main]

[ 8:37 p.m. ] watching your ex and the person you thought was your best friend dancing at the prom until badboy!jeno appears out of no where and spins you around, earning a shocked expression from you. pulling your hand to his lips, he asks, "may i have this dance?" with a small smirk adorning his face.

you quirk your eyebrows. to be quite frank, you were surprised; jeno didn't look like himself. he quit the leather jacket and ripped jeans for a crisp suit and nice shoes. the bruises and cuts on his cheeks were still there, but they were dull compared to the mischevious sparkle in his eyes.

"of course," you grin, placing your hands on his shoulders. "but shouldn't you be getting high somewhere? i thought school dances weren't your cup of tea."

jeno, placing his hands on your waist, gives you one of the cheesiest smiles. "well, you're my cup of tea."

"really?" you ask, almost amused. "how so?"

"you're full of essence, strong, all natural, and i guess the most obvious of them all," he continues, his eyes darting to his feet before staring at you with a cheesy smile, "you're hot."

#idk if prom is happening lol #nct #jeno #lee jeno #nct fluff #nct blurb #nct dream #nct dream fluff #nct jeno #jeno fluff #jeno imagines #nct scenario #nct au #jeno au #nct dream au #badboy!jeno #badboy au

[ilovebeingcalledawhore]

MOONLIGHT | CHENLE

Summary: You find yourself in the middle of the dance floor with the dream band’s pianist aka your boyfriend, Zhong Chenle.

Content: Fluff

DRABBLE

Chenle was a great dancer, in fact, the boy was better than me. He never acknowledged it though, he sees himself as a mediocre performer, one who'd rather sing. He was from our school band, specifically taking the spot of the pianist, it was what caught my eye——when he did a piano solo in one of their performances, the memory of it was brief and blurry, I didn’t remember the song, just the way I stared at him the rest of the night.

Today was our fifth month together and apparently also our homecoming.

I sat on the table which consisted of my peers, Mina, So Hye, Lea and Soo Dam. I didn’t engage myself into the conversation; I only looked down on my emerald dress, scratching it’s hem with boredom.

“Please welcome our dream band!” A loud round of applause erupted and the double door of the gym opened. The dream band entered with their suits and there he was looking as amazing as ever. He glided towards me, his hand out, ready to be held onto. I grinned excitedly, biting my lip in anticipation. The boys had their own partners wrapped around their arms, the amused and envious cooes of the students were the only things I could hear.

Chenle’s hands were on my waist while my arms were wrapped around his neck. His nose purposely brushed up against mine and a light shade of pink traveled up my cheeks. “You look good” he whispered and the grin I was hiding widened, “so do you” I whispered back, enough for him to hear but lean forward for more.

“I’m sorry I suck at this” he uttered after he accidentally stepped on my shoe, it was painful but I swallowed the pain. “Be careful next time” I chuckled, the slow music turning more intense, more lively. The people watching us were shouting with excitement, hyping up the atmosphere, the beats started to come in and that’s when we found ourselves torn apart and dancing to the rhythm.

More people entered the dance floor and just like that we were lost in a sea of people but we were lost together, moving not more than a meter away. “I really can’t dance” he uttered, his dancing turning less energetic. “Who cares?” I smiled as I jumped closer to him, wrapping my arms around him voluntarily, our faces so close to each other, one move would have us kissing.

“You can’t enjoy fully cause I can’t dance as good as you” he frowned and I rolled my eyes playfully, I left a peck on his lips then swaying to the music, my arms still connected to him. “It’s doesn’t matter how good your dancing is, what matters is that I’m dancing with you”

#nctdream #nct #nct dream #kpop #zhong chenle #chenle x reader #highschool au #prom au #homecoming au #dance au #zcl x reader #zhong chenle x reader #nct x reader #imagine #scenarios #drabble #fanfiction #renjun #jaemin #mark lee #jisung #jeno #haechan #donghyuck #ff #romance #teenage #smut #kiss #cuddle

[lamaiejeno]

part 1 here

[7:14 pm] boyfriend!jaemin can’t help but grin when he sees your cheeks turn bright red as brother!taeyong fusses over you. 

“oh my god, my baby is all grown up! she’s going to prom!” taeyong adoringly pinches your cheeks as you swat his hand away.

“dear brother, please shut up...”

jaemin laughs when you hide behind him, shy and unwilling to face any more of your brother’s affection. he did have to admit that you had him floored when you stepped out of the bathroom, with your hair pinned by beautiful pearl pins that matched your cream dress. 

you were beautiful all the time, but it was nice to see something other than a pen stuck in your hair.

jaemin could see taeyong reaching for his phone, so he pulled you next to him, your hand in his. your cheeks were even redder than before as you hid your face in jaemin’s shoulder.

“y/n, look at the camera.” jaemin sweetly whispers.

“fine.” you shyly smile at taeyong who gives you two a big thumbs-up.

“hey sis! you look great!” you whip your head towards the hallway where you see brother!mark leaning against the wall with his phone in his hand. 

“not him too!” jaemin just smiles as you tug him towards the door. “bye mark! bye taeyong!”

“wait!” taeyong shouts before you two get out the door. “mark can drive you guys there!”

“i brought my car so that we could drive together and-” jaemin’s voice fades away when he sees the seriousness in taeyong’s face. 

the horror on your face says it all as you splutter out excuses to ride jaemin’s car to the school and mark agrees with you.

“yo, taeyong, i’m not going to chaperone them to prom. also, uh, and that’s a long ass ride.” 

#nct #nct 127 #nct dream #jaemin #timestamp #mark lee #taeyong #nct u #nct mark #lovecerine #prom au

[jenobyeol]

⎡ 11:11 p.m. ⎦  slowdancing with jeno to "thinking out loud" beneath the stardust covered chandeliers at prom.

#nct #nct dream #jeno #lee jeno #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct fluff #jeno scenarios #jeno imagines #jeno fluff #kpop #spring #au #prom #love prom #it was fun #i just wish i had a date to dance with #ugh couples lmao

[uwuniel]

[8:48 pm] you open the door to see best friend!Johnny standing there with a smile on his face, a bag of snacks in one hand and his laptop in the other hand.

you’re really confused as to why he would be at your house when you were pretty sure he was suppose to be going to prom tonight with some girl in his English class but his presence tells you otherwise.

although you let him in, you want to question his motives but before you could say a word he beats you to it

“you’re probably wondering why I’m here instead of prom”

“wow it’s like you read my mind Suh”

“well I wanted to spend the night with the girl I like and since she’s here, I guess I am too”

#nct #johnny #johnny suh #nct johnny #nct 127 #nct 2019 #nct soft hours #nct blurb #nct drabbles #nct timestamp #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct au #prom au #highschool au #johnny scenarios #johnny imagines #kpop #kpop scenario #kpop imagine #kpop au #kpop time stamp #kpop soft hour