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nctsplug02 · 1 year
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dad!johnny wanting another baby 😃😃 thanks!!!
[7:34PM]
GENRE: smut and fluff
WARNINGS: breeding kink, kissing, unprotected sex, praising, degrading, spanking and marking
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it’s usually the women who have baby fevers but this time.. your husband, johnny had it.
whenever you and him went to stores, he’d separate from you and find the baby aisle to ween over the stuff. his reason for wanting another child was, “so our daughter can have someone to play with.”
your three year old was fine being the only child but sometimes she would beg and ask for another sibling.
“babe, check out these—?” you sigh, not turning around. “if it’s baby shoes, again, then put them away.” johnny clicks his tongue and frowns. “but it’s cute ones.”
you turn and slump your shoulders. “johnny, we aren’t having another baby. let it go please.” johnny nibbles on his bottom lip and sets down the pack of tiny shoes.
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“look at you.” johnny pins you to his chest and holds your head up, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror.
“imagine me fucking you dumb and pregnant right now.” you softly laugh. “you’re so desperate and needy, it’s really adorable.” you wince when johnny pinches your hips.
johnny nips your neck and groans. “the things you do to me, baby.” he sighs and you push away from him, turning around to meet his eyes. “honey,” you cup his face. “control your dick.” he laughs.
“my ovulation week is in two more weeks. so, let’s wait, okay?” the mention of your ovulation week sparks a sparkle in johnnys eyes. “okay, john?” he nods and grins.
“now, get out my way i have to pee.” you say, shoving johnny aside.
dramatically, johnny spins himself to the small chair in the corner next to the mirror and cries out. “uch! babe, you hurt me!” johnny holds his waist and you give a nasty laugh as you enter the bathroom.
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two weeks had passed and johnny couldn’t wait.
“honey, i’m— oh, my god!” you shriek when being snatched up. “upstairs, baby.” johnny says with his arms wrapped tightly around your legs.
“johnny!” you laugh and hold his head while ducking yours. “it’s ovulation week, baby!” you let out a scream as johnny drops you on the bed.
you laugh and curl your knees to your chest. “where’s aera?” johnny yanks off his shirt. “at my moms with taeils daughter and son.” his hand lands on his belt. “this whole night is to ourselves.”
you flinch as johnnys belt hits the floor with a clink. “strip for me.” your hands fiddle with the buttons on your jacket.
your eyes so focused on johnnys hand, his hand stroking his cock and his thumb rubbing his tip and smearing the precum.
by the time you’re pulling off your shirt, johnny is sinking on the bed in front of you. “god, you’re sexy.” you lick your lips and toss your clothes off the side.
“oh!” you gasp out in shock when being pinned to the bed. “baby,” johnny groans and buries his face into your neck. “i’m dying to be inside you.”
you cross your legs around johnnys waist and you hold his face up. “well, i’m waiting on you.”
johnny doesn’t need to be told twice before he nudges himself up against your entrance and sinks himself in.
“waited two weeks for this, baby. saved up just for today.” johnny exhales and sits up, his knees under your thighs and his hands on your waist.
“fuck, you smell amazing.” johnny groans and doesn’t waste anymore time before pinching your waist and forcing his hips against yours.
you bite your lip and hold back a moan that ached to be let out.
“cmon, baby.” johnny reaches forward and grabs your jaw, shaking your head side to side. “let it out, baby. i wanna hear you.”
your lips part and your jaw is sacked.
moans escape your throat and pleasure trickles up your throat. “oh, johnny.” you gasp softly and feel his tip briefly brush past your g-spot.
“oh, god.” you grasp his wrists and moan, his cock nestling against your g-spot.
you whine feeling your orgasm build up. “j—johnny, i’m really close!” you release his wrist and bring your balled up fist to your mouth.
your teeth dig into the soft skin of your knuckles.
“jo—johnny!” you whine as your orgasm crashes over you.
“ssssshit, baby!” johnny winces and attempts to meep his hips moving but, with how tight you’re clenching around him, he stops and releases his first load.
johnny slowly cranks himself forward and lays himself on you. heavily breathing and huffing.
“johnny—?”
“still going, baby.” he softly grunts out.
you softly chuckles and pat his back with a sigh. “you really were saving up, huh?” you laugh and so does johnny.
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“okay, this isn’t fair.” you say putting down your plate full of tiny trees.
your husband and daughter looks up at you from the kiddie table. “what ain’t fair, honey?” johnny asks and picks up his fountain drink.
“that i have to eat broccoli while the two of you eat junk food in front of me.” your plate of broccoli balances on your huge belly.
johnny knocked you up with twins a few months back and now you’re on a strict veggie diet from the doctor.
“honey, you heard what the doctor said. she said you must only eat veggies. it’s just for this week.” you groan and hold the plate as you struggle to sit up. “it’s been so loonngggg.” you whine.
“it’s been an hour.” you glare at johnny.
“it’s okay, mama. here, take a fry!” she hands you her small box of fries. “oh, sweetie,” you ween over her cuteness. “gimme the whole thing—?” you attempt you snatch the box but johnny is quicker than you and snatches it.
aera gasps and takes the box of fries back from her dad. “no fries for mama!” she hugs the box of fries to her chest.
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myeoning-call · 9 months
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[𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝] [11]
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The very hard life of a chaebol in Korea. Oh Sehun hated the control his family had over him and how he had to have a certain profile for the public eye. The slightest mistake could mean stock crashing for his family business. He had to be a good boy. But what happens when he falls in love with someone he’s not supposed to? Was it an older married woman? A man? No one knew, but he sure was going to use your presence to his favour to create the perfect aura his family was seeking.
₩ Heir!AU x Tourist!AU / Bride!AU  ₩ Pairing: Oh Sehun x Female Reader (Mentions of EXO’s Kai, SHINee’s Minho, NCT’s Taeil, Taeyong)  ₩ Genre: Angst/Smut 🔞
₩ [𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝] Masterpost ₩
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You stayed there watching him just leave. You swallowed thickly feeling your own spit like pebbles going down your throat. Did your beloved Sehunnie just tell you this?
You took the money off the floor putting your clothes back on. You only were able to watch him take a car with Jongin and leave the premises. All while your tears flowed uncontrollably.
When you arrived at your newly rented tiny apartment you went straight to the shower. It was small but luxurious nonetheless. You had to at least live in a neighbourhood not too far from your previous shared house with Sehun. You needed him to be close because what was to come wasn’t easy.
You needed him to listen to you.
You wrapped yourself with the bathrobe going to the living room to think of something to send him.
Texting>>>
You: Oh Sehun… how could you treat me like that not even knowing what happened to me? [02:43 AM] I deserve an opportunity to clear my name, because if you think you suffered I was in the same position if not worse [02:44 AM] I love you Sehun [02:44 AM]
Sehun: If you text me or contact me again, I’ll just have to block you and our agreement to be broken [02:47 AM] If you love me like you claim, you’ll take whatever I give you, and at the moment it’s sex in exchange of money [02:48 AM] And be thankful the police isn’t knocking on your door right now [02:48 AM]
You waited for days. You did nothing but look at your phone screen, falling asleep at random hours just waiting for him to text you. You damned the circumstances because you didn’t even have Kim Jongin’s phone number. It would’ve been ideal to explain to him what really happened, but you decided to just sit at your apartment waiting on that call.
Eight days later was when your phone buzzed. You rubbed your eyes opening the text message.
Sehun: Shilla Stay Samsung, 506 Yeongdong-daero, Gangnam, tonight at 11:00 PM [8:54 PM] Room 1078 [8:54 PM] I want you to look like a whore [8:55 PM] Do your job properly [8:55 PM] I want you as you walk in people to whisper loud enough that you’re a prostitute and that you are meeting your client [8:56 PM] Stilettos and revealing [8:56 PM]
You: Sehun I can’t walk in stilettos [8:56 PM] What are you doing? [8:56 PM] Why are you being like this with me? [8:57 PM] He didn’t reply or even read your texts back. Your head was about to explode with how ugly this situation was. You tried moving from the bed realising how weak you had become. You hadn’t eaten anything in days, save for a few ramyeon cups. You were wrecked.
But you obeyed him. You decided on the sophisticated type of service. You did actually go shopping for a black sequin dress that you had to cut yourself for it to be short enough. You put on fiery red lipstick and dark smokey eyeshadow. You wore a pair of sneakers to be able to walk and placed the stilettos in a bag. You were wearing a long coat so the taxi driver wouldn’t think anything.
On arrival at the hotel, you went straight to the elevators finding Sehun’s room. Just in front of the door, you changed your shoes and removed the coat, letting your hair down. You took a deep breath knocking on the door lightly.
Sehun opened the door wearing nothing but a pair of dress pants with the belt open. They hanged dangerously low, revealing his v lines.
“Sehun!”
“I asked you to look like a whore, but you were not wearing those shoes and you were covering your legs as you entered the hotel.” He tried closing the door, but you stopped him.
“Please, Sehun!”
He opened it back with a shit eating grin. “You cheap slut that can’t wait to get fucked. Is that it?”
It hurt. It hurt a lot but you decided to endure it all.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what, whore?” He insisted.
“I can’t wait for you to fuck me.”
“Excellent.” He took a step back, opening the door completely for you to enter. “Put on what’s on the bed.”
You struggled walking with the shoes on the carpeted floor, and you were glad to arrive at the bedroom to remove the shoes.
“Keep the shoes. I fuck my sluts with high heels on.”
You exhaled, closing your eyes, nodding. When you opened your eyes you saw a tall slender woman that was looking for her own clothes that were scattered around the bed. Your eyes immediately filled with tears looking from her to Sehun.
“Do you have to go to these extremes? When you know you haven’t even given me an opportunity to defend myself?”
“Thanks for today, Lala.” Sehun caressed her neck when she stood to her full height.
She was almost as tall as him. Slim, slender, beautiful from every angle.
“Call me when you need me.” She smiled, feeling his torso before heading to the door.
Sehun bounced on his feet, satisfied with the effect. His hands were inside his pockets as he watched if he had successfully broken you from the inside. It was the only real revenge he could get. He was pouring all his Minho, Sera and Taeil’s anger on you.
“Come here!” Sehun motioned with his index finger. “When I say whore, I mean this should be shorter.” He pulled your dress upwards. “No panties.” He pulled your panties down. “Remove them!” You obeyed him as if your life depended on it. “And this, more open.” He pulled your cleavage down and to the sides. “That’s how we’ll meet from now on. That’s your proper look and title.”
“I can’t do this.” You cried. “I was kidnapped by Taeil! You know I’m not lying!”
“I would’ve believed that if I didn’t see him fucking you. You were not unconscious.” Sehun explained while his nose almost touched yours. “I’m fascinated that you’re here and not with him, unless you want more money. It’s like making amendments to our original contract. You’re going to be fucking with me for money. You might as well please me while doing it.” He got out of the drawer a collar. “Wear this around your neck and go on your knees.”
You looked at the leash and collar on the floor thinking that yes, you loved the man hurting you, but you weren’t going to just endure this.
“I’m sorry you feel like this towards me, Sehun. I don’t remember you being like this. I know the only woman you were with before me was Sera, so changing your whole personality just because you were hurt is a loser’s behaviour.” You removed your high heels pulling down the dress. “And ordering me to be this vulgar is also a loser’s behaviour.”
“Where do you think you’re going?” He grabbed your wrist before you headed to the door. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“I’m not doing this if you don’t believe that I don’t remember doing such a thing with Taeil. I was kidnapped and only remember him trying to feed me soup that I pushed. I left his place as soon as I gathered enough power to be able to walk, so me doing those things with him is impossible.” You set yourself free walking away.
Sehun frowned thinking. What if you were right? What if there was the slightest probability that you weren’t lying?
His mind was clouded, but for now he really wanted to feel you close to him, Even if by doing so meant hurting him more.
You felt the collar being placed around your neck from behind. You turned around to see Sehun playing with his lower lip suggestively. He knew he could make you kiss his feet when he acted sexily.
“On your knees, ___.” He crocked an eyebrow. “I want you to swallow my cum. Be a good girl and maybe I will get to hit your sweet spot after.”
How did you get convinced so fast, you just didn’t know. You removed your dress and even allowed him to walk you like a puppy till he sat on the edge of the bed as he thrusted on your mouth making you gag a few times. He was harsh but the sounds he made were worth every single time you thought you were about to throw up.
How did this man taste so good? You thought you’d never do such things but here you were swallowing every single drop while the excess dripped from your mouth.
He pulled you to stand, placing the leash between your legs and pulling it upwards.
“Ah-Se-hun.” You moaned. “I was a good girl.” Your hand slapped his chest to support yourself. “Sehunnie.”
He stopped. Why was he locking eyes with you so tenderly? He couldn’t get you out of his head. He wanted to continue with his abuse - or so he thought - but he couldn’t.
He moved to sit on the bed holding his head with both hands as his elbows rested on his parted knees. “Please just leave.”
“Oh Sehun.” You touched his broad shoulders sitting next to him, but he flinched with your touch.
“Don’t” He raised his hand. “I don’t want to hear it. Even if you don’t remember, and even if I’m a sucker that would forgive you, it’s just too much, ___. Put yourself in my shoes. What kind of guy would I be if I just took you back in? Knowing very well this is a plot to get more money for that son of bitch Taeil.”
“Sehun.” You held his chin. “Listen to me, just this once and I’ll get going.” You exhaled. “I woke up in a strange place a few days back to Taeil trying to feed me. I threatened to expose him and tell the police about kidnapping me, he then showed me a video that I have no knowledge of. I must’ve been drugged or something.”
“You did not look drugged or unconscious.”
“That wasn’t me!” You yelled trying to make Sehun understand.
“Then who did!? Do you have a twin?” Just as Sehun spoke those words a thought crossed his mind. “It wasn’t you? It wasn’t you!”
He stood looking for his phone locating the video. He screen-mirrored to the big TV screen as you looked away. It was painful to just think about it.
“Please don’t do this.” You begged. “I’m leaving, Sehun.” You decided as you watched how Sehun came closer.
“The video is black and white, but that is not your skin colour. The hair seems a bit longer than yours?” Sehun spoke almost to himself.
Just then you realised that perhaps… no you were certain that it was a setup Taeil came up with. Of course you weren’t that woman with him in the video.
You looked at where Sehun stood, coming closer as well. Your hands almost touched the screen as you finally understood what was going on. The woman having sex with Taeil was a doppelganger he must’ve hired.
“It’s a wig, and that is not my skin colour!”
“How come I discovered that she's not you before you, ___?” Sehun looked at you in total shock.
“I didn’t pay attention to the video before. In fact, I couldn’t watch more than a few seconds.” You defended yourself.
“Alright, enough.” He covered your eyes, turning you the other way. “I don’t want you to look at a naked man.”
“As if you cared for me.” You protested, fishing for any sort of affection or reassurance.
Anything Sehun could give you.
“She’s not you.” Sehun whispered, knowing how hard it was for him to admit his mistakes. “She’s not you.” He repeated, falling on his knees, pressing his eyes with his fingers not to cry.
“Sehun!” You crouched next to him. “I missed my Sehun so much! How could you doubt me like that?” You cried over his chest while holding his shoulders. “I’m very upset. You don’t know what I went through!”
He felt the wetness of your tears unable to form anything coherent to say. You just felt the collar being removed from your neck and his nose lowering to your own shoulder.
In silence. Nothing else heard but your crying and his heavy breathing.
“Alright.” He cleared his throat standing up. “Can you please leave for now.” He looked anywhere but your face.
“Sehun! Why!? Please let me stay with you! I’ll be quiet. I promise.”
“You really have no dignity, do you?” He frowned. “I need some time to think. I feel like everything around me is a lie.”
“We’ll be stronger together, Sehun.”
“Aish!” He threw his head in the air in disbelief.
Sehun went to the ensuite bathroom, locking the door behind him. He started the shower where he finally had the comfort to cry loudly, thinking that he wasn’t being heard, but your ear was already pressed to the door. Hearing him broke your heart but at the same time you were happy he realised you were just as mistreated as he had been all along.
It was a long shower. You imagined his fingertips wrinkled and skin pinker than usual. You wanted to see him. You missed him already, but when he turned the water off, you decided to go to the bed and act asleep, that was the only way he’d feel at comfortable and maybe honest with himself.
When he got out of the shower, he knew he’d find you in the room. It was easier for him to find you in bed. He didn’t hesitate and just joined you bringing your head to rest on his chest.
“As if I’d believe you’re asleep, silly girl.” Sehun whispered, kissing the crown of your head. “And if you are, I’ll be greatly hurt. You should be comforting me.”
“Sehunnie.” You looked up at him. “I missed you so much. My beautiful husband. Let’s just ignore everything and leave Korea and start a new life. We don’t need anything but each other.”
“Never.” He sat down. “I won’t ever leave before killing Minho and Taeil.”
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A/N: More dramaaaaaaa
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multifandom-02 · 2 years
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Sexy Concept (Their Realisation)
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Summary: 127 finds out that Boyoung wants to do a sexy concept, and realise that she's no longer the little girl they first met.
Part 2 to 'The Concert Reaction'
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"You are not doing a sexy concept."
The 127 members all stared at Boyoung with a few different reactions.
Doyoung looked scandalised.
Johnny, Yuta, and Jaehyun stared at her with furrowed brows.
Taeil, Jungwoo, Mark, and Taeyong were surprised.
Haechan was surprised but also amused.
"Wow," Haechan whistled lowly. "I didn't know you had it in you to want to be sexy," The 127 maknae let out a yelp when Mark lightly slapped him on the back of his head.
"You are not doing sexy concept," Doyoung repeated from earlier, making Boyoung pout.
"Why not?" she retorted. "If you can do it, why can't I? Also, Jeno ripped his shirt during our Dream concert -"
"Hey!" Jeno, who was lounging on a nearby couch in their dorm watching the interaction, protested. "Don't bring me into this!"
"I'm bringing you into this!" she scowled. "You guys were the ones who told on me!" After watching the concert, the Dreamies privately contacted the 127 hyungs about Boyoung's declaration, evidently surprising them enough to visit the Dream dorm as soon as possible.
"For good reason!" Doyoung exclaimed.
"How come Jeno is allowed to be shirtless, and I can't?"
"Because - well - I mean -" the older member stuttered, lost for words. He glanced to the others for help. "Taeyong-ah! You tell her!"
"Uh...Bub..." Taeyong cleared his throat. "Uh...can you explain why you want to do this type of concept?"
"I don't see the problem," Boyoung shrugged. "Fans love when idols strip, we get more attention and boom. More fans. And money, if you think in SM's mindset. But we just want people to notice us and like us, yeah?"
"Yeah, but we're not going shirtless just to be noticed more," Johnny snorted. The maknae raised an eyebrow at his statement.
"Are you sure about that?"
"Um...yes?"
"Because from what I can see, you guys do it because you know the fans love it."
"We are getting off-track here, aren't we, Squirt?" Jaehyun spoke up, noticing the American becoming speechless at her attacks. "We just don't think you should do it as well."
"Because I'm a girl?"
They stayed quiet.
"This conversation is unnecessary," Boyoung sighed, standing up from her spot on the couch. She fell back with a grunt when Johnny tutted, lightly shoving her back with two fingers. "Come on! You guys are overreacting!"
"Okay, okay!" Mark spoke up, hands raised up in surrender. "What we're trying to say is...we don't like the idea of it at the moment because...well, you're our maknae -"
"I'm an adult now, you guys realise that, right?" Boyoung reminded them.
All of the 127 members' faces fell, some turning pale.
"She's right..." Doyoung rasped out, sitting on a nearby chair in the dorm. "She's an adult now..."
"Did you guys seriously forget that I'm an adult now?" she exclaimed out in disbelief.
"Nooooooo!" Yuta cried out, tackling her deeper onto the couch, clinging onto her tightly. "I refuse to believe it! You were just a little baby only a few days ago!"
"No, I wasn't!"
But, it all made sense for Boyoung now. Why they didn't like the idea of her doing such a concept.
They still viewed her as a baby, the one who first came to the company.
They didn't realise until now how much they ignored the fact that as they were doing their best to protect her from the world, to make her happy, she was growing up.
She was no longer that small child that first came to SM, clutching onto Jaemin at all costs; she was now an independent, strong woman.
Her chubby cheeks were gone, her face structure more mature and feminine. She wasn't super tiny like in the beginning, but she grew up to the point she was wearing clothes that an average woman would wear, not the kid clothes she used to wear.
Her facial expression was no longer one of blankness due to negativity and pain, her expression no longer looked angry to the point it made people avoid her. Now, her expression was calmer and bright, and although her face was still blank, it no longer held any negative vibes, but just simply peacefulness and intellect.
She no longer walked with her shoulders hunched forward submissively, trying to blend in the background and not get any attention. Now, she sat with her shoulders back, posture straight with her head held up high.
She no longer hid behind her best friends or any other members; she now stood beside them - and sometimes even in front of them, showing that she was no longer letting her fear of people get to her - but rather, give people a chance.
She no longer let people control her, no longer followed other people's opinions just to satisfy them, ignoring her own needs. Now, she was independent, and she now had the courage and voice to speak up when she was feeling uncomfortable, or if she wanted something. She was able to now speak up for herself - well, she's actually still working on it, but it's progressing well, for sure.
But she's speaking up, we can see the proof with the reason why everyone is gathered in the dorm in the first place.
And her eyes.
Her eyes used to be full of fear, insecurity, and pain; now they no longer took over her eyes dominantly. Rather, it was fading as the years went on until there was light taking over her eyes; until they could see positive curiosity, hope, creativeness, and peace.
Her eyes also held a warmth inside them - as well as mystery. She was still mysterious, unpredictable no matter how long they'd known her.
Not only that, but her eyes also held a glint. A certain, specific glint that they couldn't pinpoint. But that glint always appeared whenever a certain member was in her presence...
It was a glint that further proved to the older members who watched over her that she was now a grown-up, and she was no longer the small child they unknowingly still pictured.
"Wow...Chwe Boyoung..." Taeyong chuckled small, sitting beside the female member. He stared at her properly, awe etched on his face.
Oh, how their little girl grew so much...
"Aigoo, Bub..." the leader of NCT brought her into a hug, confusing her greatly. Nevertheless, she still accepted the hug with a small hum. "Our baby...all grown up."
"I'm not -"
"-a baby, we know," he giggled, kissing the top of her head. "We know now. Right, guys?" He looked at the members one by one in the eyes - especially towards the older members who watched Boyoung grow up most of her life.
"Yeah, we know..." Johnny agreed with a small smile, kneeling in front of her just like he used to do a lot during trainee times. He held her hands in his, observing the size difference. Her hands were no longer tiny in his, but they were simply the perfect size for them to clasp together. He squeezed her hands gently. "You're no longer my Little One, eh?"
Don't cry, Johnny, don't cry in front of her...
"Oh...well..." Boyoung faltered at the mention of the nickname she grew up with. The thought of him no longer using it on her affectionately...
"I'm still your Little One!" she huffed out defiantly despite her glowing red cheeks, avoiding eye contact with everyone. "A-And, I'm still Jaehyun Oppa's Squirt, and Taeyong Oppa's Bub..."
"Yeah?" Jaehyun perked up, subtly rubbing his eyes.
"Of course!" she cried out, glaring at them all. They couldn't help but smile at the sight of their fiery Boyoung. "I'm just saying, I'm an adult now, so I can make my own decisions and my own opinions for my future!"
"Yeah, we understand now, Boyoung-ah," Doyoung assured her, sitting on the other side of her, Taeyong still on one side of her. "I'm sorry it took us this long to realise this."
"It's okay," she smiled at them. "I'm not rebelling or anything, I just want you guys to listen to me and take me seriously, is all."
"And we will," Taeil nodded, others following including the Dream members.
"But!" Doyoung spoke up loudly, gaining everyone's attention. "No boyfriend until you're 30."
Boyoung and Jisung both choked on the air they were inhaling, eyes wide and faces red. Chenle, who arrived at the dorm as soon as he heard what happened, cackled at his best friend's reaction while the remaining male members stared at the male maknae with narrowed eyes. All males glanced between the maknaes, suspicions raised higher at the sight of their reactions.
"Oppa!" Boyoung almost shrieked. "What are you talking about? 30? I'm old then!"
"It's either sexy concept or boyfriend at the moment," the member huffed, arms crossed over his chest smugly.
"You can't be serious -"
"You know what? That doesn't sound too bad," Yuta mused out loud, crossing his own arms over his chest while still eyeing Jisung who was avoiding eye contact with everyone, whacking Chenle as the Chinese member continued to laugh.
"I don't know what to say," Boyoung sighed, though she was smiling at them all nonetheless. "You don't need to worry about any boyfriends, I'm not ready for that. So...sexy concept it is!"
All of the members sagged their shoulders in defeat.
"Alright, just..." Jungwoo sighed. "Give us a heads up so we can prepare our hearts when we see this new side of you."
"Sure, sure," she snickered.
"And you lot!" Johnny barked to the Dreamies. They all sat up straight with, "Yes, sir!"s and salutes. "You better watch over our female member when the time comes, you hear me? Who knows what kind of bad people are out there, waiting for an opportunity to take advantage of their own nasty needs."
"Got it!" they all vowed seriously, the seven male members looking to Boyoung with sincerity and care.
The young woman rolled her eyes at her members' actions but nonetheless smiled at them all, letting them have their moment.
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marklilies · 2 years
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# stranded on an island with nct 127
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pairings: nct 127 x gn!reader || wc: 1.9k || warnings: mentions of food, fatal accidents, light swearing
── TAEIL :
“what the heck just happened.” taeil drags himself onto the beach, panting with the effort. by some miracle, he survived the plane crash. and by further miracle, you did too.
“i have no idea, but we need to scout this place out,” you say, collapsing onto a pile of seaweed. the accident happened just a few hundred metres out in the ocean, and the two of you swam out to the nearest land you could see - this small island.
“did we just- did the plane just-”
“yes. whatever the question is, yes.”
you both lie on the sand, breathing hard. staring at the sky, which was, for some reason, an unbroken stretch of azure blue. almost as if the plane crash never even happened.
you turn to look at each other. fear, panic, uncertainty, and countless other emotions swim in your eyes, and taeil himself is barely processing the events of the past half an hour. simultaneously, you turn to look at the island behind you. where the sand merges with greenery, you see movement. creatures lurk there, and you shiver, pressing yourself into taeil’s side.
“what’ll we do now?”
more under the cut!
── TAEYONG :
“i don’t know how to do it! i don’t know how to do anything, i don’t know how to survive on a hecking island all on our own! i’m tired, and scared, and-”
taeyong shuts you up by pulling you to his chest, and you sob into his shirt. he, too, is tired, hungry, and beyond terrified of your chances of survival. but he knows you need his support right now, so he presses your head into his embrace, his warmth enveloping you. his eyes sting with tears; he just wants to bring you home and share a cup of hot chocolate. instead, you’re stuck here on this stupid, deserted island, with nothing but each other and the clothes on your backs.
“it’s going to be okay,” he whispers into your ear, his voice trembling. he doesn’t know if it’s going to be okay. hell, he doesn’t know anything about what’s going to happen. all he knows is that you two are best friends, and perhaps he thinks you’re more than just that. just because he’ll never forgive himself if you don’t make it, he’s going to do whatever it takes to make sure you get out of here safe.
only then will he be satisfied.
── JOHNNY :
“oh, lighten up. we’re having the time of our lives, eh?” johnny grins half-heartedly as he holds up a stick of charred meat.
you stick your tongue out at him, and he mirrors your actions. both of you burst out into giggles, and he ruffles your hair affectionately.
the two of you have been stranded on this tiny island for about a week, and he still hasn't fully wrapped his head around the fact that you are totally and completely isolated from society. honestly, the only thing keeping johnny sane right now is seeing you in the morning. the only thing keeping you sane is his company.
“c’mon, it’s bedtime,” johnny yawns as he puts down his finished meat stick, extending his hand towards you. pulling you up from the ground, he leads you back to the small cave that is your new-found home. you lie on the cold, hard floor, back against johnny’s, and attempt to fall asleep.
the next morning, the two of you are huddled up against each other, limbs in a tangle and your head tucked under his chin.
── YUTA :
“don’t touch me. don’t look at me. don’t even breathe in my direction. got it?” you hiss at him.
handsome-as-hell, supposedly good-natured nakamoto yuta. your mortal enemy. spilled punch on your dress at prom, tripped you in front of your friends just for laughs, and every time, he just blinked innocently and apologised mockingly, “sorry, didn’t see you there.”
so why the hell were you here on this island with him, of all people? stupid ship had to sink just slow enough so he could get out of the wreckage. asshole.
yuta chuckles. “sorry, have i done something to offend you? you seem to not like me as much as i would like.”
“screw off,” you bite out, holding up your middle finger.
“as much as you would like me to disappear, i can’t. we’re literally stranded on an island, y/n. you have a much lower chance of surviving without me, let me tell you that.”
what a cocky little poser. you want to slap him so badly you almost can’t resist. but you know he’s right. the little shit makes sense sometimes, and you hate that this is one of those times.
“...fine. but if you try anything funny, nakamoto, i swear to god, i will personally attest that you are thrown into the ocean to be fed to the sharks. am i clear?” you growl.
“clear as crystal, darling,” yuta smirks in your direction.
you inhale sharply.
this is gonna be hell.
── DOYOUNG :
doyoung runs his hand through his hair as he tries to breathe slower and calm himself.
the private jet crashed onto the island, and as far as he knows, he’s the only one who made it out alive. he stares at the crackling embers of the wreckage, trying his hardest not to throw up.
he surveys his surroundings. nothing but vegetation. the smell of dew in the air is masked by the pungent scent of smoke, smoke that’s billowing out of the cabin.
he has nothing to use. nothing to eat, nothing to drink. he has been taken care of by servants all his life, and he has absolutely no idea how he’s supposed to survive on this very remote island.
just as he’s starting to go into full-out panic mode, he sees someone climbing out of the crumbling mess. silhouetted by the orange glow of flames, this someone’s hair forms a halo around their heads. in that moment, doyoung sees an angel. a beautiful, pure being, someone to help him out.
then they step out into the open and he sees the rock-solid determination on their face, and he falls a little bit more for them.
it’s you, and you are, quite literally, doyoung’s saving grace.
── JAEHYUN :
“is this how you do this shit…?” jaehyun holds up a piece of wood that he has just splintered off from a larger log.
you look at his creased forehead and confused expression, bursting out into laughter. he sees you laughing and immediately ducks his head, hiding the tips of ears that have gone red.
“yes, i think that’s how you split a log, jae,” you stifle a chuckle and reply.
the two of you were trying to build something. what, exactly? quite frankly, you were unsure of the answer to that question. you were drawing out some basic plans in the soil with a stick while jaehyun attempted to follow them and gather the parts.
“okay, i think we got all the parts we need! now we just gotta think about how and what we’re assembling,” you stand up as you relay this information to him.
“um, how about a chair? or a table? we need those, right?” jaehyun suggests.
“yeah, but how about we make a bed first? we can’t keep sharing the leaf mattress, you know.”
jaehyun snaps his head up, eyes wide. “why not?”
“what do you mean, why not? there’s no space on the mattress, and we always end up smushed up against each other.”
“well… well, i thought it was…”
you pause and look at jaehyun. was he really…?
you can feel the corners of your lips curving upwards as you turn to him and ask, “would you rather we continue to sleep like that…?”
jaehyun hesitates for a long while.
“y-yeah…”
── JUNGWOO :
“what was that?” the alarm in your hushed tone startles jungwoo.
“what was what? did you see something?” he whispers back.
“yeah, something big. it was moving over there, i think.” you tiptoe as quietly as you possibly can, but the leaves on the ground still make slight crunching noises. jungwoo moves much more gracefully beside you, barely making a sound.
you can see jungwoo’s eyes darting nervously around, trying to discern if there are any creatures hiding in the shadows, waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce on the two unsuspecting humans.
you come to a halt, and jungwoo leans in behind you. you can feel his thumping heart against the skin on your back, and it causes you to freeze up.
“you okay? you just went really stiff,” jungwoo’s anxious question hits your ear, and you nod.
“i’m fine, it’s just a little cramped, that’s all.”
“oh,” jungwoo breathes as he realises your proximity. he shuffles back a little.
he thanks god that it’s dark and that you can’t see the blush creeping up his face.
── MARK :
mark yawns and stretches his arms out, accidentally hitting you on the nose.
you grunt at the sudden impact, shaking your head to wake yourself up. carefully, you disentangle your arms from around mark’s body, and extract your legs from the mess of limbs. “y’know, we have got to get a bigger bed.”
without the support of your body, mark flops face-first onto the hard bamboo, arms grasping at thin air. “ah mnph so thuu,” he mumbles from where he’s lying.
you two share a small hammock made of bamboo. somehow, you’d managed to tie it up between two trees, creating a safer sleeping space for the two of you. high above the ground, the coyotes which had somehow found their way onto the island wouldn’t be able to reach you.
as you swing your legs over the side of the hammock, mark grabs your arm.
“don’t go. it’s cold and it’s too early,” he blinks blearily up at you.
you huff, “you’re the one who woke me up,” but you get back into the hammock anyway. you figure you need the rest.
just as mark dozes off on your shoulder, you get the feeling that something is wrong. “mark- mark, move your head, something’s weird.” you gently push his head off your shoulder onto the bamboo structure.
you peer over the edge of the hammock, at the food supply that is supposed to be stored safely below. it’s gone.
you shake mark up.
“mark. mark, the coyotes stole our food.”
── HAECHAN :
“now!” you yell.
together, you and haechan charge at the lone wolf that stands before you, growling menacingly. as you run, the both of you shout as obnoxiously loud as humanly possible, waving your arms around in an attempt to scare it off.
surprisingly, haechan’s dumb idea works. the wolf snarls once before turning tail and bounding back into the foliage.
“that’s right! go back where you came from and don’t come back!” both of you cheer at your unexpected victory, dashing towards each other and embracing in happy celebration.
“this is a special occasion! to the first of haechan’s successful endeavours!” you pat his head in laughter, watching the way he ducks under your arm and smacks your hand away.
“excuse me, my ideas are always good.”
“do you really want me to list all the bad ideas you’ve ever brought up?”
“...no.”
“hah.”
“i wish i could scare you off too.”
“you wish.”
the two of you bicker all the way back to the temporary campsite.
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smolbeanieee · 2 years
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Promise? Promise. | Two
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mafia! au
pairing: taeyong x fem!oc
genre: angst & tiny bit of fluff
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taglist <3 @popsuhcle​ @sunny-nyu​
“The tenants said they been causing chaos and keep messing around with them these few days.” Mark finishes his explanation about the thugs in their area when Taeyong ask for the updates of the week during their weekly meeting with all the members at their base.
It’s been their routine since the group established.  Weekly meeting about any news or problems arise in handling any business in their town—let it be about  tenants of their buildings, drugs or weapon dealings, gambling or even corruption arise among the businessmen.
“Did the tenants gets hurt or anything?” Taeyong concernedly asked, eyes never left the long table occupied with all 23 men in the room as he leans back on his chair, hands running through his hair.
“Luckily they’re weren’t hurt, but they were threaten instead.”
“Threaten?”
“Those bastards said they will kill the tenants if they don’t give them the proctection money.”
Taeyong scoffs upon hearing, can’t believe the thugs had the nerves to mess around, scaring his people especially in his town.  He clasped his hand together on the table, slight smirk appears on his face “Then, we should threaten them too.  You know what to do right?” Taeyong asked Mark, throwing all the attention to his younger brother as Mark just nods knowingly.
“Got it, hyung”
“Great.  Now did we missed anything else? Kun hyung? Johnny?” Taeyong asked, eyes narrowed down to the table where his all 22 trusted men sitting, who are also close enough to be considered as his brothers as they just shook their heads  with few people mumbling no’s as response.
“As for now there’s no problem for emergency support but one thing I wanna highlight.  Stop coming into the medical room if you’re just having small cut. My eyes on both of you.” Kun said as he makes eyes contact with Ten and Yangyang across him, making everyone in the room let out a loud laugh that echoes throughout the room.
“Okay, we’re not doing it again.” Yangyang said sheepishly as Ten just smiles, knowing that messing around with Kun is a fun things to do other than handling weapons.
Taeyong chuckles upon watching their antics teasing each others.  It liven up the mood in the base.  His eyes then trailed down to his next right hand man “John? Anything you wanna add up?”
“Nah, I’m good. Just want to update that everything in US is good.  All the dealers paid their money on time and the business there is all good and safe. And for the mules we caught last week, we already handled him properly.” Johnny smirked knowingly to Taeyong
“Good to hear that.  Just make sure no trace left behind.” Taeyong reminds as Johnny just nods, acknowledging his leader’s words.  “Then, we’ll end our meeting today.  Good job everyone.” Taeyong said, indirectly ended the meeting, making the others men starts walking out of the room, finally feels relieved when the intense meeting ended.  His tracks stopped when Taeil called out for him
“Taeyong, can we talk for a moment?” Taeil asked as he take the nearest chair, motioning Taeyong to sit down along with him.
Surprise with the sudden request from the eldest members of the gang, he sit down next to him.  He knew something is wrong as Taeil isn’t usually behaving like this.  “Why, is there any problem with our supplies?”
“No, it’s not about the supplies.  Remember the what Mark said just about the thugs?” Taeil said, his mind can’t stop worrying if what he guess comes out true. 
“Yeah, what about it?”
“Actually I just knew about it last few days and turns out the thugs were sent by someone else. Apparently he’s the new mafia gang.” Taeil said, lips quivering, holding back his nervousness.
“Who?”
“Jooheon” Mentioning his name alone makes Taeil wanna throw punches on him, remembering after what did he has done to his sister.
Taeyong shocked hearing that from Taeil, not expecting the man would be in mafia.  He only knows Jooheon is supposed to be trained under Moon’s family but Jooheon betrayed them instead.  “Wow that bastard is now has his own mafia gang?” Taeyong scoffs.
“Yeah and I think he got quite a huge numbers of members under him.  Plus, he's messing around in our town.  Don’t you think he got other ulterior motive other than meddling with our business here?”
“What do you mean?”
“I felt like he’s planning something. I meant, Jiwoo just settled everything here less in a few months and Jooheon already messed around in our area. The timing isn’t so coincidentally.  I sensed something bad would comes up if we didn’t take care of his men properly” Taeil explained
Ah so it’s about Jiwoo, Taeyong thought.  He understands where did Taeil comes from—because which older brother isn’t worried about his sister when her ex-fiancee who had done something awful to their family comes back.  Taeyong didn’t knew much of what has exactly happened but he knew things really get ugly back then when the chaos happened.
Taeyong thinks hard on what he should do.  Isn’t about Jiwoo alone, it’s about his area he’s been taking care of—the people, the business and deals he made with the businessmen all around the town.  He didn’t want to risk anything if Jooheon did any nasty things in his area.
“Have you done any search?” Taeyong asked, turns his attention to Taeil who seems less shaken than before this.
“Yeah, i’ll send the details to you after this.”
“Sure, just let me know if you need anything.  I’ll asked Doyoung to help you.” Taeyong said, giving Taeil a warm pat on his shoulder as he gets up from the seat. 
“Yeah and Taeyong-ah?” Taeil called before Taeyong could made his way out from the meeting room as he stopped at the door, turning his head to Taeil, eyebrows raised, subtly asking in confusion.
“You know I trust you so much right?” Taeil said as Taeyong just nods his head in agreement.  “Then, can I ask you a favor?”
His words makes Taeyong confuse for a seconds but then shocked when Taeil finally burst out the words he’s been keeping to himself.
Even though few days passed since the dinner, Taeil’s words keeps on ringing in Jiwoo minds for couple days and it’s bothering her.  She can’t help but to think about what her ex-fiancee done to her, to her sister especially—it terrifies her. 
Brushing off her mind, Jiwoo picking up all the brushes she has used up for her painting, putting it back to the right place.  Sighing to herself as she take a look around her art studio.
A place where her dad didn’t knew about it.
A place where her dad oppose of her being herself.
This is where she’s comfortable to be. 
Free from all the dirty jobs that her dad asked her to get involved.
Her train of thoughts were disrupted when she heard familiar loud voices coming from the entrance of the studio as she making her way to the commotion.  Jiwoo’s frown softens when she recognizes the faces of the owners of the loud voices.  Both of the man carrying few boxes into the studio while bickering with each other, not noticing she staring at them.
“Ah why did you bring so many things?” The tallest man grumbles as he arrange all the boxes he brought up in one place.
“Hey, I’m moving out from China, of course they will be a lot of things, you idiot” Minghao, the Chinese man replied as he helped Mingyu with the boxes, stacking it properly before going to arrange it later in his studio room.
“I thought you will arrive this evening?” Jiwoo asked, slightly startling the men in process, making both of them turns their attention to her.
“You scared me! How long have you been standing over there?” Mingyu asked, dramatically calming himself down as if he saw a ghost.
“5 minutes ago? Anyway Hao, how’s your journey? Is everything good?” Jiwoo fondly asked the younger man.  
Mingyu and Minghao, the two men Jiwoo met during her transfer in university to Japan when her dad sent her away.  At first, Jiwoo didn’t trust them at all—thinking they might be some men that her dad sent to monitor her during her study, but after some deep investigation she did herself, it turns out they just a bunch of kids who comes from rich family who decides to pursue their studies abroad. But it took Jiwoo for a while to becomes friends with them, especially putting trust in them because it will put Mingyu and Minghao in danger if they know she’s from mafia family.  Hence, it took Jiwoo for a while to open up about herself.
Surprisingly, both men take the news really well as they assured her that nothing serious will happened and asked don’t worried much about anything.  The friendship gets deeper when they discover Jiwoo is also interested in arts and painting that matches with Mingyu and Minghao liking too—which leads the trio to open up with their own studio once Jiwoo comes back.  
So here they are—welcoming Minghao who just comes from China after he decides to settle down in Korea after so long. Jiwoo and Mingyu gladly welcomes him as they agree to run an exhibitions art one day with their own arts and photography by Mingyu.
“He’s here means he’s perfectly fine during the journey” Mingyu sarcastically replied, earning a soft punch on the shoulder from Jiwoo, making Mingyu jokingly acting as if it hurts before going back to putting Minghao’s boxes at his own studio room.  
Minghao chuckles watching his friends playfully arguing with each other “Everything’s great! I’m so excited that I can’t fall asleep in the flight”
“But you still have to take a rest, it’s been a long journey.  I’ll helped with the arranging later.  Don’t worry.”  Jiwoo assures him
“You don’t have to! I’m glad enough you let me move in, so I don’t want to burden you, plus you’re the owner here.”
“This is OUR studio, not just mine.”
“But you still paying half of the rent for us” Minghao whisper, almost inaudible but it didn’t go unnoticed by Jiwoo
“Hey!” Jiwoo shouts, tries to grab Minghao but he slyly escape from her side
“I’m going to take more boxes down there!” Minghao shouts as he runs away.
“You’re early today.  Did you sleep here or what?” Mingyu asked right after he comes out from Minghao’s room.
“Is 11am the new early Kim Mingyu? I came here at 7.  I didn’t want to bump with anyone when I go out.”
“I guess your dad makes you do something ridiculous again?” Mingyu prediction never went wrong as he knew Jiwoo, especially about her family.  
Jiwoo chuckles upon Mingyu’s guessing. He always knew where to hit the spot that hurts so much.  “Oh god, don’t make me start it.  I don’t want to talk about it” she said, making both of them laugh at the situation.
———
“He what?!” Jiwoo’s voice echoed throughout the living room.
This isn’t what she expect to hear from his parents when they called her for great news, is what they said.
“Taeyong said he wants to marry you” Her dad repeat.
Jiwoo knows exactly what her dad said at the first place.
She fucking heard every words
She just couldn’t believe her ears.
Letting out a disbelief laugh, Jiwoo scoffs.
“What did you guys think I am? A doll that you easily order me around?” Jiwoo asked, she swear her lips gonna bleed soon from biting it so hard as she’s been holding herself up from blowing up again. 
“This is for your own good.” Mr. Moon said, staring right at his daughter who has standing in front of him as she runs her fingers through her hair in frustration.
“One more time I hear that words again, I swear you not gonna see me again.”  Jiwoo had it enough.  She felt like she’s gonna throw up if she heard it more. 
Jiwoo’s mind runs with so many thoughts—why they didn’t consider with her feelings? why they insist on the married so much? She barely talked to Taeyong and now they wanna put her in this fucked arranged marriage shit just because of the gang? In her mind, Jiwoo has mentally cursed to everyone.
Can’t take it anymore, Jiwoo’s mind pop out some idea.
“If I can’t make you stop the wedding, I’ll do it myself.” Jiwoo said, making the family shocks with the sudden boldness from Jiwoo.
Taeil stands up from his seat the couch, grabbing his sister’s arms to stop as she takes her belongings.
“Hey, what do you mean?” Taeil curiously asked, grabbing her shoulder, asking for clarification as he nervously glances to their dad over her shoulder
“I wanna meet with Taeyong, I’ll convince him to cancel the wedding by myself.”
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nctsjiho · 3 years
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warnings: there’s 2 swear words in there and it’s a bit angsty this one
❀ There’s some unexplained tension between the 6 youngest members of Dream and JiHo
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A bunch of testosterone and very strong-willed men was a recipe for occasional conflicts. Getting into fights with your friends was never fun. It was even worse when that friend was someone you had to work with, live with and see everyday. It happened from time to time that the boys butted heads, but usually it was a very dumb and small problem which got resolved before the end of the day. (Often because other members got involved to tell them their problem was just dumb and nothing worth fighting over.)
This time however seemed like a very different situation. It wasn’t a small fight between the two youngest members about a dance move. It also wasn’t someone who was jealous of another member because they forgot about hangout plans to chill with someone else. No this time seemed a lot more serious. The older boys watched as the room filled with tension. JiHo had just walked in, not even saying as much as a hi or giving a smile. It wasn’t like her and before anyone had to ask anything they sensed the second source of the tension. The 6 youngest Dream members were all sitting together, blank to annoyed facial expressions and most uncharacteristically, not even one of them was talking.
The older boys were all exchanging questioning looks, but it was evident that no one knew what was going on. They even looked at Mark, hoping that if anyone, he’d be the one to know what was going on since he was a member of Dream after all, but alas. He seemed the most dumbfounded of them all.
Taeyong was about to speak up, but before he could one of their managers walked in, ready to brief them on their upcoming schedules.
Once the meeting was over everyone made their way over to the biggest practise room. JiHo had settled on the couch next to Kun and Yangyang, quickly putting her airpods in her ears, a clear sign she didn’t want to engage in any conversation. Since JiHo wasn’t going to talk the older boys thought that they could try prying some information out of the Dreamies. Not wanting to step on anyone’s toes though, they all agreed that Mark should talk to the boys.
He carefully approached the boys who had been talking amongst themselves and sat down in between Jisung and Jaemin. They made some small talk before Mark carefully brought up the subject. “So, did something perhaps happen? With- you know? With-...” Haechan scoffed, trying his hardest not to roll his eyes before standing up and turning to his backpack to find his bottle of water. Mark tried making eye contact with Jisung and Renjun who avoided it as if their lives depended on it. The other 3 boys just shrugged when Mark looked at them with Jeno starting to play with the strings of his hoodie.
Mark stood up defeated and went to report his lack of information to Taeyong. They decided to leave it at that for a little since neither party was going to talk and they still had a long day to go. Imagine what it would be like if their petty stare down evolved into a huge fight.
It had neared 3 pm. The members had been practising for about 2 and a half hours before they got their break. JiHo had seemed to become a lot less tense but Taeyong decided not to act on it yet. He had recruited Lucas, Johnny, Taeil and Hendery to come with him to the convenience store and grab snacks and drinks for everyone with the hopes that it would brighten up the mood and give everyone some more energy for the coming hours of practise.
What he didn’t expect was that on his arrival back at the practise room, a whole bomb would have exploded. Accusations were thrown around, and glares were being sent out. Yuta and Jaehyun were holding JiHo back while Kun, Ten, Mark and Yangyang stood by the Dreamies, Doyoung standing in the middle like some kind of referee. The other members standing off to the side, not wanting to intervene.
You’d might ask why 2 men had to hold a tiny girl back. Well Taeyong was confused as well, until he walked closer to see the deadly stares of the girl. He wondered how the younger boys hadn’t given up on yelling yet, one of those looks in Taeyong’s direction and he’d apologise straight away, even if it wasn’t his fault. JiHo was unarguably the scariest when angry, but the Dreamies were notorious for being stubborn and talkative, not backing down in the slightest.
“-if she would stop talking behind people’s backs!” Renjun had yelled. The boys who just walked in didn’t have a clue about what already had been said prior or what had ticked them off to start fighting right then and there, but their main goal now was to resolve the problem. “Oh what would you know?” JiHo scoffed, but Doyoung came to interject. “What did she say then?” “Why don’t you ask her!” Haechan argued causing Doyoung to groan. “I asked you didn’t I?” “I don’t even know what I did to get you guys so pissed of at me.” The girl was calm. Eerily calm and it send shivers down Jaehyun and Yuta’s spines who were standing next to her.
“Sure you don’t!” Haechan chuckled, not that he found it funny, he just couldn’t believe JiHo was feigning innocence right now. She rolled her eyes before turning around and walking over to the couch in the back of the room. She plopped down on it and pushed her head back against the back of the couch, her hands coming up to slowly massage her temples.
“Can someone explain-” “How dare you call Jisung a fake maknae and talk bad about him behind his back?” Jaemin had finally spoken up, his voice low. This comment shocked everyone. No way JiHo did something like that right? But before they could say anything Haechan fired another comment. “And say how Mark shouldn’t be in Dream anymore, because you’re just jealous that you’re not in Dream with us.” “Yeah! It’s not our fault you’re not getting any songs-” “What the fuck did you just say? I dare you to finish that sentence Renjun.” JiHo stood up from her seat, malice lacing her every single word.
“Wow wow wow- Guys I can’t imagine JiHo saying anything like that. It must be a misunderstanding-” Doyoung said before he once again got interrupted by the Dream members. “It’s true! We heard her say it!” Jisung said, his voice starting to crack as tears brimmed in his eyes. “JiHo?” Doyoung looked at her with hopeful eyes. “Please let this be a misunderstanding.” He thought. “Is it my fault that I didn’t get any songs to promote then?” JiHo asked, looking at Renjun, completely ignoring the question.
“Is that what’s important right now?! Jisung is crying for goodness sake! And it’s all-” Chenle started yelling but Mark silenced him. “Why would I argue about something that isn’t true?” The girl said in almost a whisper before turning towards Renjun again. “So? Is it my fault? Jaemin here gets to perform Work It with Jisung, Haechan and Jeno have 90s Love and Haechan sings From Home with you and Chenle. You guys also have Déjà Vu. Yes, maybe I’m not as great of a signer as you, or as great as a dancer as Jisung, or as great as a rapper as Mark. Maybe it’s because I’m a girl. Maybe it’s because I shouldn’t have been in NCT in the first place. But is it my fault?” Her voice was so steady and calm, causing everyone in the room to become quiet.
They all stood there for a minute, before a sob leaves Jisung’s lips. Everyone turns to look at him, but JiHo turns to grab her phone and bag planning to leave. “JiHo, wait-” “I never. ever! Said anything like that about Jisung. What you probably heard was me telling Johnny how I’m feel like the fake maknae of NCT 127. How I felt like I, NCT 127′s maknae, am just a silly excuse for an idol, and how I took Haechan’s place, while he’s 100 times a better fit for the role than I am. Oh! And that about Mark, I never said he shouldn’t come back to Dream. I was talking about how worried I was for him to join another unit because he already is in almost all of them plus SuperM. I was talking about the unit Lee Soo Man has been planning for 2021. Who would I be to tell him what to do and not to do? And yes maybe I’m jealous of you guys, but I’m not the kind of person to go behind someone’s back and talk shit. But if that’s what you think of me please go ahead.” JiHo said before putting her belongings in her bag. “Also Jisung? Thanks for trusting in Haechan so much, saying that you all ‘heard me say it’ when it was only Haechan there eavesdropping on my conversation with Johnny. I’m really happy that knowing you for all these years has build this much trust between us.” She scoffed sarcastically.
As JiHo walked out of the room she got stopped by Taeyong. “JiHo, we still have practise-” “What’s there for me to practise? I’m not in any songs anyway.” She pushed herself through the boys at the doorway before making her way to the dorm, supposedly.
With JiHo gone the boys had looked over to Johnny who sighed deeply. “I don’t wanna say it, but you guys really messed up. Everything she said was true. She was only talking about herself, she never mentioned Jisung, besides when she said she was proud of him.” The comment had sent all the Dream members over the edge, their actions finally sinking in and the severity of their accusations very clear now.
They had never meant to be so hostile towards the girl, but when they thought she had been talking badly behind their backs about one of their members, and definitely since they thought it was about Jisung, they couldn’t help but get furious. They had such a close bond and felt protective over each other. Jisung had taken the news of JiHo badmouthing him very poorly and that sparked protectiveness over the youngest from the other members. But now that they found out about what was actually said they all felt sick to their stomachs. How could they have said such awful words to her when she was already talking badly about herself? And out of all member Haechan felt the worst. How was he ever going to make things right again? What were the consequences for his actions? And how bad were they going to be?
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Part 2
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sluttyten · 3 years
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Coming Home
Poly Orgy Series: Part 8
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Poly Series Chapter Index
summary: when you found out you were pregnant, you worried you’d have to go it alone, but instead you find that you have quite a lot of support, several boyfriends that love you wholeheartedly, and a place to call home.
length: 21,227
tags: pregnancy!!, smut, polyamory, multiple partners, unprotected sex, the usual poly orgy series type of tags
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“Baby, I don’t want to have to worry about anything in the future. I don’t want you to have to worry either. I love you so much, and the other night I was thinking about the future, about you, about the baby, and really it seemed to me that there’s only one true next step for me to take.” Mark takes a deep breath.
Your world freezes.
“Baby, will you marry me?” Mark asks even as he’s sinking down on one knee.
“Mark!” You cry out, slapping him on the arm hard enough that the sound echoes around your living room.
“Fuck!” Mark straightens up with a whine, his hand immediately flying up to cover the burning imprint of your hand on his arm. “What the fuck?”
Tears burst to your eyes, though you're not sure exactly why. “Mark, why would you ask me... ask me to marry you?” Your voice pitches up at the end, a surprised and somewhat almost frightened squeal.
Mark looks at you then, all wide-eyed seriousness. “I just thought it’s the right thing to do. If you’re pregnant, then shouldn’t you have something stable? A husband? Someone who can help you out and take care of you and the baby? And with the way our lives are, it’s a miracle that no rumor has gotten out to the fans about you at all yet, but now if it does, if they find out about you being pregnant, well, then everyone’s going to want to know which of us you’re with and the answer can only be one, and it’ll just make sense for us to get married, right?”
“And you think that should be you?”
“Well, why not?” His tone is slightly angry, defensive and hurt.
You sigh and turn your back to him so you can wipe at these tears without him watching you. 
“Baby?”
“Mark.” Your voice breaks and you clear your throat before turning around and addressing him again. “Mark, I appreciate it and I get where you’re coming from, but I’m going to say no. I love you, and I love that you want to do the right thing by marrying me, but it’s simply not fair to all the others. It’s not fair to you if you’re not the--”
“I don’t care about who the dad is.” Mark straightens up, determination burning in his gaze. “I know the odds of it being mine are slim. I would love if it is mine, like, the idea of being a dad is scary, but no matter what happens, who turns out to be the father, I figure I’m still going to be involved, right?”
You open your mouth, but you can’t find any words to comfort him, to give him a satisfying answer. You don’t know what’s going to happen in the future. Of course, you’ve always known that this whole polyamorous relationship couldn’t be sustainable, though you’ve all tried your best. This news, the little life growing inside of you, might just be that last little chip to shatter the relationship to bits. How can you hope to stay in a relationship with them all when you’ve got a baby? How could you raise a child with fourteen possible fathers?
“Maybe I’ll just Mamma Mia the whole situation,” you mumble. 
Mark snorts. “You gonna run away to a Greek island and raise this baby on your own? And in twenty something years when we’re all doing our own things, we’ll get an invite to a wedding, and only then will we unravel the mystery?” He smiles and steps up, wrapping his arms around you, one hand gently cradling the back of your neck. “Baby, you don’t have to do any of that. We’ll all figure this out. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done this tonight. I just.... I’m a traditional kind of guy, I guess. Baby, marriage, moving in together. Those are all things I’ve wanted for a long time, and we’ve already got two of those things in the works. But it’s okay, I understand.” 
You sink into his hug. Mark’s so warm and soft and with his arms wrapped around you, you feel even more sleepy than you had before. You breathe in, just taking in the smell of his soap and laundry detergent, and you breathe out.
“This feels nice,” you mumble, your words muffled against his shoulder. 
Mark’s hum of agreement vibrates through his chest, and a moment later it turns into a laugh.
Without breaking the hug, you ask him, “Why are you laughing?”
“I don’t even have a ring or anything.” Mark’s voice bounces happily, and he hides his face in your shoulder. “Probably a good thing you shot me down, honestly.”
A while later when you’re in bed, Mark yawning now too as he settles into your bed, you sit up and reach over to rummage through the drawer of your bedside table. 
When you turn back around, Mark’s watching you curiously, and he wordlessly gives you his hand when you gesture for him to give it to you. He watches as you uncap a Sharpie marker, and then you separate his ring finger from the others, as you draw a fine black line around the base of his finger. When you’ve completed the ink band you hold his fingers in yours.
“This is a promise,” you tell him, “that we do have a future together, no matter what. That we’ll always be in each other’s lives as lovers or friends or whatever it may be, you’ll always be special to me, Mark Lee.” 
You turn his hand over, and bringing his palm to your lips, you kiss right beneath the black band that you just drew on him.
Mark lunges up, wrapping his arms around you, dragging you down against his chest, and he kisses you, kisses your cheeks and nose and chin, and you’re laughing with your hands braced against his chest, kissing him when you can too.
And the next morning when you wake up, you find that some time in the night, Mark had picked up your abandoned Sharpie, and drawn a matching black ink band on your ring finger.
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Things are a bit weird for a while after that while everyone adjusts to the awareness that you’re pregnant. And after your first prenatal appointment, some of the boys start acting even more differently.
For one thing, the appointment confirms that you are indeed pregnant, and about eight to nine weeks along by the looks of things. Which, as you listen to your doctor, makes a lot of sense given the symptoms you’ve been experiencing. And that news of you being approximately eight weeks along, and therefore bringing a baby into the world in about 32 weeks, definitely changes how some of your boyfriends start behaving.
Especially after you show them the ultrasound picture.
It’s just a little gray, blurry blob, but there’s a heat in your chest that’s not caused by the heartburn you’ve begun to feel 
For a few of the boys, this means that they get protective over you. Taeil and WinWin, for example, both offer to do pretty much everything for you, from opening doors to running upstairs to grab something. Anything that actually might be in any possible way considered “overexerting yourself” they argue with you to let them do. 
Johnny, Jaehyun, and to your surprise, Jungwoo, all get much more touchy, wanting to be around you as much as possible. And Jungwoo is just a horny boy all the time, to the point that one evening after you get home from a date with him, as you’re sitting on his lap on the sofa in the otherwise empty house, Jungwoo just starts touching you, and you can tell that he’s already half-hard.
“What is with you lately?” You ask with a laugh, letting Jungwoo pull your shirt over your head. “You’ve been so horny. Is it something I’m doing different?” You perch yourself on his knees, bat your eyelashes at him, and push your chest forward, smiling as his eyes slide down to the curves of your breasts.
“Oh my god... Yeah, angel. Just thinking about you pregnant is actually really sexy.” Jungwoo’s hands settle on your hips. “You’re gonna look even sexier, and your boobs are going to get bigger and, uh, it’s not something I’ve really talked about before, because I was afraid the others would make fun of me or you’d think it’s really weird, but the idea of, like, nursing?” Jungwoo averts his eyes from you, his face going a pale shade of embarrassed. “I think it’s pretty hot.”
You smile and pat his head. “You’ve always had a thing for my boobs, you know, so honestly, I’m not too surprised.” Jungwoo leans into your touch, smiling all sweetly even as his hands knead at your ass roughly. “But you really think me being pregnant is sexy?”
Jungwoo nods. “Definitely. Plus,” he shrugs and says, “I don’t know, there’s just something about you right now that is very, very attractive. Jaehyun says so too.”
“I’m sure he does. Especially since he’s been hot for the idea of knocking me up since the first time we all had sex.” You drape your arms around Jungwoo’s neck. “You, him, Johnny, all three of you are acting so clingy and affectionate lately, meanwhile most of the others wouldn’t dare to try to have sex.” 
Just the day before you’d tried to initiate something with Hendery. He went along with it while you were just making out, but as soon as you slid your hand into his pants to rub his erection to full hardness, he’d backed away, making excuses. Taeyong had done the same a few days before that.
“I’ll dare to do it.” Jungwoo leans his head down, mouths at your breasts, as he murmurs, “I want you to ride me, right here. But turn around.”
Reluctantly you climb off his lap, and as you’re facing away from him, Jungwoo pulls your pants and panties down. You step out of them, look back over your shoulder at him, and see Jungwoo watching you with a look of pure awe on his face. 
“You’re always so beautiful.” Jungwoo slides a hand down your side, over your hip, curving around to your butt. He leans in and drops just a tiny kiss right at the small of your back. “What did we do to deserve you and everything you’ve blessed us with.”
Your face heats up with a blush. 
When he pulls you back onto his lap, his hands settle on your hips, guiding you all the way back until your back is pressed to his chest, his cheek touches yours, and your ass is right over his bulging erection. His fingers flutter for a moment, and then he brushes his hands up to your belly, gentle and light, and then he touches one warm palm flat against your skin, the soothing heat of skin on skin sinks down into you. 
Jungwoo’s lips rest against your cheek as you sigh, relaxing back against him.
His other hand wanders lower, fingertips dipping into the crack between your thighs, and obediently you part them for him, letting your legs fall off to either side of his, giving him access to your wet heat.
“Look at you, already soaking wet, spreading your legs so easily for me.” Jungwoo murmurs. “You really do want it badly, don’t you? How long has it been since one of us touched you?”
Truly not that long. That evening with Taeil, Johnny, Taeyong, Kun, Doyoung, and Ten was the last time, and that was just a little over two weeks ago. But compared to just a couple months ago, a week could be considered a dreadfully long time to go untouched by any of them.
You whine when Jungwoo only strokes his finger teasingly over your entrance, avoiding your clit, hardly giving you anything.
“Too long, Jungwoo. I want you.”
“Me? But I’m sure you went to others first. Lucas? I know you love how big and broad he is, making you feel all small. Or Kun hyung? Remember when he and Ten were hogging you all to themselves; you couldn’t get enough of them then.” Jungwoo teases. “You want me? Why do you want me so badly?”
You squirm, wiggling down against his erection. “Because I love you, Jungwoo. I want you.” 
He tuts, his lips trailing down now from your cheek to your neck, brushing over sensitive skin, his nose bumps against your jaw. “But why though? What exactly do you want about me?”
His teeth meet the skin of your shoulder just barely, and you whine. “I want you to have me all to yourself, Jungwoo. You can make me feel small too. You’re so big and broad and long.” You rub your ass down against his erection, your head dropping back against his shoulder. “I want you to make me feel small, like your little angel doll.”
Jungwoo smiles where his lips are against the top of your shoulder. 
You can feel yourself dripping wet, the slick arousal gathered on his finger that just keeps up its petting of your pussy lips. 
His mouth moves, teeth pricking your skin occasionally, and then you feel the moment that he catches your bra strap between his teeth, dragging it along to the curve of your shoulder. When he releases it, the band tickles down your upper arm, and Jungwoo shifts, focusing his nipping kisses on your other shoulder until he against takes that bra strap between he teeth and drags it over the curve of your shoulder. 
“Sit up, angel.” Jungwoo murmurs, and you do just that, feeling excited but also disappointed when his hands disappear from your skin, only to return a moment later. His slick finger touches against your back along with several non-slicked fingers, and a second later the clasp of your bra comes apart. You let it drop from your arms, leaving you fully exposed in the room, sitting in a fully-clothed Jungwoo’s lap.
He spreads his legs apart, and you lean back against him once more as his spreading legs push yours farther apart as well.
“Sexy.” Jungwoo kisses your cheek again.
He scoots your forward just a little, just enough that he can fit his hand between you both, and unfasten his zipper to get his cock out. You feel him hot and hard against your tailbone, and your core throbs. It’s been too long since you last had one of them inside you, and now....
You moan from the satisfaction of lifting yourself up and sitting down on Jungwoo’s cock. 
“Perfect.” Jungwoo murmurs, his lips against your bare shoulder once more. “Love the feel of you when it’s been a while. The way you react.” His hands circle around to the front of your body, one hand lifted to gentle cup your breast. You groan, leaning back against his chest, sinking down the last inch around him, and Jungwoo’s other hand strokes lightly at your clit. “You’re so beautiful.”
With his arms wrapped around you, his hands caressing your body, his cock filling you up, you feel so perfectly small and safe in his arms, even with you being so exposed out in the room.
Jungwoo smiles as you start to squirm, needing to move to get more than just feeling full and having his teasing touches on your clit. But as you move away, pushing up onto your feet, pulling off his cock, you turn to see Jungwoo frowning slightly. Until you sit back down on his lap facing him. 
“I want to see you.” You push his cock back inside you, nice and snug, and then plant your hands on either side of his face, lower your mouth toward his, and start riding him.
Jungwoo’s hands fall to your hips, keeping your rhythm steady as you bounce in his lap. The sound of your gasping breaths and breathy moans echoes all around the space, and you’re grateful that tonight it’s only the two of you here. You feel the sparks of pleasure buzzing and zipping around under your skin; Jungwoo’s hands grope at your ass, his lips burn along your jaw, and you needed this, you really did. 
The orgasm comes over you before you expected it, suddenly crashing through you--walls clenching around Jungwoo’s dick, thighs twitching, unable to hold you up any longer, but that’s when Jungwoo just holds you up by your hips and keeps fucking you through it, his thrusts rocking through your body, elongating your orgasm.
Jungwoo grunts as he approaches his orgasm, low moans under his breath and swearing, and you just twist your fingers in his hair, dragging his lips to yours as he cums.
He pulls out of you as he does, cumming half inside you and half against your thigh, but you don’t mind. You sink down, feeling the mess as you sit against the front of his jeans, the denim rough against your sensitive clit, but at the moment you’re a glutton for that kind of oversensitivity. 
With Jungwoo’s softening erection still wet and the rough denim of his jeans, you start humping against him, desperate for another orgasm to keep this warm buzzy glow inside of you going. 
“Fuck,” Jungwoo groans. “Gonna cum again, princess? You’re making quite the mess of my jeans, look at you.” You do duck your head, looking down at the front of Jungwoo’s jeans where his own cum is smeared along with your wetness and more of his cum as it leaks out of you while you wantonly rub yourself against the denim, making a larger and larger wet patch, grinding forward against his cock, back along the denim.
His hands circle around your back, broad hands covering the expanse of your back, and you arch backwards a bit, leaning into his touch, keeping the movement of your hips against his pants. Jungwoo dips his head forward, his tongue swipes a circle around one of your nipples, his lips then skirt around kissing your breasts. They hurt but right now it doesn’t feel so bad, not with everything else you have going on.
“Cum again for me. I’ve got you.” Jungwoo murmurs, and he sucks gently on your nipple. Your mind falls straight to what you’d been talking about with him earlier, and you picture Jungwoo sucking on your breasts like this, breastmilk on his tongue, and somehow you find that to be a stimulating thought. 
This orgasm writhes through you, and your hips twitch erratically over his jeans, your body falling into the overwhelming pleasure of it, and you can feel the heat squirting out of you, and Jungwoo’s moans of surprise mix with yours. And all through it, the heat of his hands holding you safely remains, and then he pull your forward against his chest, those same hands rubbing soothingly up and down your back. 
“I’m sorry about your jeans,” you whisper to him after a little while when you’ve come back to yourself. “We should probably throw them in the wash before they’re permanently ruined.”
“No,” Jungwoo hums. “It’s fine. We can just stay like this for a bit longer.”
But you feel like your pussy is drying to the leg of Jungwoo’s pants, and that idea is certainly not pleasant, so when you peel yourself away from him, you wrinkle your nose a bit in disgust and Jungwoo groans at the loss of contact. “Let’s go shower and throw the clothes in the laundry. Plus, we shouldn’t stay here like this much longer. Who knows who will come home and find us like this?”
“I guess you’re right.” Jungwoo stands up suddenly, and it’s then that you really get a look at his pants. The whole crotch of them is dark from you squirting and from his cum. He quickly stuffs his cock away again, wipes his fingers along the front of his pants, and then you watch, bemused, as he lifts his fingers to his face and sniffs.
“You’re gross.” You laugh, taking his hand, and grabbing up your clothes before heading for the stairs.
“What? You smell good.” Jungwoo reaches up to touch your butt as you climb the stairs, and you stop so that you can spin around and look at him, and Jungwoo just grins. “Come on, thought we were going to shower?”
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Moving day comes quickly, and the move is easy when you’ve got a whole moving crew at your disposal, every one of them more than happy to move things for you so you don’t strain yourself at all. Especially since they’ve all had multiple chances to look at that little blur that was the beginning of a baby in your ultrasound picture. You first showed off that picture two weeks ago, and now ten weeks along, you’re really starting to feel the pregnancy.
You’re exhausted, wanting to just nap all the time. And then, on top of the morning sickness, you’re dealing with heartburn too, plus just the day before the move, you stood up too quickly and felt dizzy, so now the boys are being very protective over you.
“Don’t lift that!” WinWin cried out in frustration as you bent over to lift a box from the floor. His hand rested on your back as you straightened up. “I’ve got it. Don’t worry about it, what do you think we’re all here for?”
He quickly stooped to lift the box for you. As soon as he was out the door, you looked for anything else that you could do. You hated being unable to help yourself move out. Ten had refused to even let you try to wrangle your cat Miso into the carrier since he seemed to be uneager to leave the apartment and move into his new home. So far most of your stuff had already been taken out before you could lift a finger to help, but now you saw a few boxes left, and just as you moved toward them, Xiaojun came through the door and caught your eye.
Xiaojun shook his head. “Don’t. We’ve got this.”
When you fold your arms across your chest and pout at him, Xiaojun smiles and walks over to you. 
“Don’t be like this.” He laughs. “We’re just looking out for you and the baby.” Xiaojun lifts a hand to your cheek, his thumb touching the corner of your lips tenderly. “Just think, all it takes is one day to move out, and then you’re living with us, baby. No worries about getting home late at night to your empty place.” 
You glance around at your startlingly empty apartment. This little place you’d made into a home, but it had grown less homelike over the last few months as you spent more time with your boyfriends. 
Home was them, the comfort of their kitchen filled with spices and warmth of whatever was cooking up, the sleepiness of sinking into the sofa with a few of them after a long day at work. 
Home was Taeil cuddling up behind you, his nose chilly on the side of your neck, but the rest of him so warm. It was Johnny kissing you hello every time either of you walked into the house after not having seen each other all day. It was quiet chats with Taeyong with your limbs tangled together, Yuta’s little moments of caring for you through words and touches and gifts. Home was Kun and Ten bickering with each other and turning to you to point out that they’re both fools, hearing them murmur ‘I love yous’ with Ten’s chilly fingers intertwining with yours, Kun’s contrastingly warm lips on your skin. Home was the smell of Doyoung and the sound of his voice singing so smooth and beautiful, his laugh, his gentle touches and bright smile when he saw you. It was Jaehyun sleepily slipping into the shower with you, just wanting to be close to you, WinWin silently taking care of you and quietly showing affection through light touches and surprise moments of intimacy. 
You could find home in Jungwoo’s playful, needy rambunctiousness and in his quieter heartfelt moments. Home was in Lucas confiding to you worries and secrets that he feared would make him look weak; it was in Lucas gathering you into his arms and bracing you against his chest, easily making you forget that the rest of the world was out there. Home was Xiaojun holding your face in his hands like the most precious treasure in the world; it was him laughing with his whole chest and spending hours curled together without sleeping, just having the quiet time together on your phones or listening to music or whispering to each other or gazing up at the stars. It was Hendery always being able to make you laugh, knowing the right things to say, caring and worrying and loving you. 
Home was Mark playing his guitar and singing under his breath, smiling out at you from beneath a hoodie, holding your hand as if he worried you might fly away, and most importantly home with Mark was found in him always being the first to invite you into their company, into their hearts and homes.
“Let’s go home,” Xiaojun tells you.
You nod, take his hand, and walk with him out of your apartment for the last time. 
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Miso doesn’t like living in the house, not right away. He hisses at the boys, always bolting from room to room, trying to hide from anyone that’s not you. It’s only after Ten accidentally shuts Miso in his room with him and you that Miso finally mellows out just a little bit. After that he likes Ten. Only you and Ten. But that doesn’t keep Taeyong, Taeil, Jeno, YangYang, Renjun, and Jaehyun from trying to befriend him. 
Even when you’re napping on the sofa and Miso curls up on your chest, as soon as Jaehyun and Ten come downstairs, Miso stands up, flicking his tail angrily, and jumping off your chest, which wakes you up. You just catch sight of Miso’s tail disappearing from your line of sight, and then you look around.
It’s dusk outside, the sky a pretty pale blue with hints of pink and periwinkle clouds, and through the door in the kitchen you can hear laughter from outside. Johnny and a few of the others are out there grilling dinner, some others are in the kitchen. Jaehyun sits down across the room from you, but Ten slides onto the sofa with you.
“I’m sorry Miso doesn’t like you, Jaehyun.” You stretch your arms over your head, savoring the feel of your sleepy muscles stretching. You shiver at the feel of your shirt skimming up your stomach, a slight tickle. 
“Yeah,” Ten laughs. “He only likes me. Let’s hope that the baby’s the same way.”
Ten’s chilly hands slip under your shirt and you whine, smacking his hands away. “God, Ten! Stop that!” 
But he laughs and pulls his hands out, only to bring them to his face, puffing some warm breath into them before he does it again. It’s slightly better, though not by much. You pout at him. 
“I just want to feel.”
“Feel what? The baby’s not big enough to kick yet. I don’t think it even has proper legs. It might still have a tail.” You roll your eyes, looking across the room to where Jaehyun is watching all of this with a light smile on his lips. “And I’m not even showing yet, so you’re literally just feeling up my belly. I have much less to show under here than you do.”
And you dive for his shirt, trying to pull it up to expose his toned abs, even higher so that you see the black tip of his chest tattoo. Ten laughs and wrestles his shirt out of your grip carefully. He drops a kiss on your lips, and dances away before you can protest. He vanishes out the back door of the house, into the cooling afternoon where Johnny and Hendery are grilling dinner. 
You sigh and sink lower into the cushions. Jaehyun’s looking back down at his phone now, but you watch him anyway. 
Ever since all of this with you announcing your pregnancy, showing off the first ultrasound of Little Blobby (as you and a few of the others, including Jisung and Haechan, have begun calling it), and since moving in, you haven’t really had many opportunities to speak one-on-one with Jaehyun. He’s been busy MCing, taking on an acting role, fulfilling other idol duties. 
“Jaehyun?” You call. He looks up at you, and when you hold out your hand to him even though there’s still quite a few feet of empty space between you and him, he raises his eyebrows. “Come here?”
Jaehyun slides smoothly onto his feet, and you scoot into more of an upright position, making room for him to join you in the oversized armchair that you’ve been reclining in. He plops right into the spot with you, and you shift around, getting comfortable, which ends up meaning that you’re tucked against his side, one leg thrown over his. Jaehyun takes your hand, lifts it to his lips, and then brings your intertwined hands back down to rest atop the leg you have thrown over his.
“Yes, my love?” His voice is low, soft, and a bit scratchy as you know he’s at the tail end of a cold.
“I just wanted to be close to you,” you tell him. “And I feel like we haven’t really talked much recently. I miss you. Have you been sleeping enough? Eating enough?”
Jaehyun’s nose crinkles as he laughs. “Mom instincts already kicking in? Yes, I’m getting plenty of those things. I’ve been busy, but I’m managing. What about you? I heard you’ve been having trouble sleeping the past few nights. Taeil hyung said that you toss and turn. Mark said that you were sleep talking about some weird shit last night.”
You snort. “Yeah, last night I had a dream that we were all out eating at a restaurant, like one of those weird ones you’ll find sometimes in America with the fresh seafood tanks? With lobsters and stuff in them? And we were waiting for our food to be served, and it was taking forever, so Doyoung asked the waiter how much longer it would be, and the waiter pointed at me then at the fish tank and said, looks like you’re almost done. And there, in the giant tank, was me, looking like one of the people from Avatar in that big tank, my belly all big. It was fucking weird, that’s for sure.”
Jaehyun gives you a weird look, but laughs. “Your imagination is something else. But other than that weird dream, you’re doing well? Morning sickness still bad?”
You nod. “I walked past Jisung and Chenle earlier after they got home from practice, and they were eating like spicy teokbokki and all those smells combined, I couldn’t take it. Also, I guess my weird food cravings are starting too, because I really wanted crunchy peanut butter and watermelon earlier? I have no idea where that craving came from.” You shrug, and look at Jaehyun’s face again. “But I think morning sickness might be going away soon, that’s what the blogs I’ve looked at say. That the sickness starts to wane at the end of the first trimester and goes away for most women. Hopefully I’m not one of the ones that it continues for, I don’t think I’ll be able to handle that.”
He’s looking down at your belly, and you bite your lip. Was he even listening while were talking? He looks miles away. 
You bump him with your shoulder. “Jae? What are you thinking about?”
Jaehyun blows out a heavy breath. “You’re really pregnant, huh?”
You sit up a bit more, lean away from him so you can look at him more straight on. “Yeah? Duh. Thought we went over this like four weeks ago? Confirmed by an ultrasound and everything. And even before that you were totally on board when all I had was one positive cheap pregnancy test from a convenience store. Why the tone of, like, surprise?”
Jaehyun shakes his head. “No, it’s not-- I’m just still thinking about it a lot. Like, it’s amazing, honestly. Thinking that one of us is a dad, and we don’t really know it. I know,” he sighs, rubbing a hand over his face as he says, “That I’ve been a bit of a jealous asshole in the past. And I’ve tried working on that, right? I love you and of course I want this baby to be mine, like, fuck, how many times have I talked about that. But I want you to know that, uh, even if it’s not mine, I’m just excited and amazed that in a few months you’re going to have a baby. When do you get to find out the sex?”
“I think about at 20-ish weeks.”
“And have you started thinking about names yet?” Jaehyun strokes his thumb over your knuckles. 
Before you can answer him, Yuta appears, perching himself on the arm of the chair beside Jaehyun. “What are we talking about?”
“The baby,” Jaehyun answers, “and if she has any names that she’s thinking about.”
“You should definitely give the baby a Japanese name,” Yuta teases. “Since I’m probably the father.”
Jaehyun’s head turns so fast that you’re surprised you don’t hear his neck crack.  “Why do you think that?” The look he gives Yuta is so sharp, the glare so powerful, you just hide your face against Jaehyun’s neck, trying to soothe him with some physical attention. So much for working on his jealousy. It looks could kill, Yuta would be six feet under. 
“I’m just joking, Jaehyunnie.” Yuta pats the younger man’s hair. “But one of the fourteen of us is the father, and considering how often you sit out and just watch the rest of us fuck her, I’d say your odds are pretty low.” Yuta says that with a smile on his face, but Jaehyun frowns and slaps Yuta’s hand away.
“Oh, knock it off, both of you.” You place a kiss lightly on Jaehyun’s neck, and put your hand on his head, comb your fingers soothingly through his hair. “I literally slept with every single one of you right around the time that this Little Blob was made, so therefore, it really could be any of you. And, about names, I don’t think I’m really going to choose until after the baby is born. It’ll be my choice.”
“How are you going to choose which of us goes with you to have the baby?” Yuta asks.
“Maybe I won’t take any of you along.” You tease. “Maybe it’ll just be me and my mother. Speaking of which, I still haven’t told them.”
Jaehyun freezes then turns to look at you slowly. “What do you mean you haven’t told them yet? Aren’t you, like, twelve weeks along? Babe, you need to tell your parents.”
You know that, you completely agree that you need to tell them. But you know they’re going to ask who the father is, that they’ll definitely judge you harshly when you tell them that you don’t know who the father is, and they won’t understand if you attempt to reassure them that it’s okay that you don’t know who the father is because you know that it’s for sure one of your fourteen boyfriends, because your parents likely will disapprove of that too.
“You can tell them I’m the father, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Jaehyun says softly, tipping his head gently against yours. 
You bite your lip. “Thank you. That would help, for sure, but also, like you said, I’m twelve weeks along. My mother will be pissed that I waited so long to tell her.”
Yuta shrugs. “Tell her that you just found out. It’s not like you’re showing. So you say that you’ve been feeling weird, and you finally went to the doctor to get checked out, and found out you’re pregnant.”
“Just text her, tell her you’re pregnant, and that you don’t want to answer a lot of questions.” WinWin appears behind the chair, leaning forward to rest his chin on his hands. “At least you can tell your parents that you’re adding a grandchild to the family now. One of us is going to have to wait to tell our family about the baby until after it’s born when we find out who the father is.”
You hadn’t thought about that either. 
“I’m sorry,” you apologize, resting your head again on Jaehyun’s shoulder.
“Don’t apologize for that.” Yuta stands up. “It’s not like it’s your fault.”
“Time to eat!” Johnny shouts as he comes through the door, carrying a platter piled with grilled meat. You catch a whiff of it.
Covering your nose, you shake your head. “I can’t deal with that.” Johnny catches sight of your face and whisks the plate back outside, not that it takes the smell with it, and your stomach rolls. “I’m going upstairs. I’m not hungry.” You pull yourself out of the chair and hurry up the stairs, gladly breathing the air up on the top floor that’s untainted by the smell of meat.
You shut yourself in the room you share with Taeil, and as you sit in the bed, your back to the headboard, you stare nervously down at the phone in your hand. 
It takes a few moments to build up your courage to finally press the contact for your mother, and you hold your phone up to your ear.
When she answers, you take a deep breath. “Hi, what are you up to?”
“Oh, nothing. Just watching your father try not to burn our meal.” She laughs, and you can hear your dad laughing in the background too. “What are you up to? Dinner plans tonight?”
Your heart pounds in your chest. “Um, no. Actually there’s something I want to talk to you and dad about.”
“Are you okay?” Your mother’s voice suddenly grows sharp, concerned.
“I’m fine. Definitely. Can you put me on speaker?” You wait a moment until your mother gives you a confirmation that she’s done just that. Your dad’s speaking over your mother, both of them with concerned tones that you finally silence by speaking over them even louder. “Do you remember me saying I’m seeing someone?”
You had, several months ago, told your parents that you were seeing someone after your mother had repeatedly tried setting you up with a young man that owned her favorite bakery. Up to that point you didn’t want to even tell them that you were seeing someone so they wouldn’t ask too many questions. You’d not given them many details, and they didn’t push. 
“Yes, we remember.” Your mother says.
“So, things have gotten pretty serious with him. Especially recently.” You can hear your voice shaking with nerves. This is not how you ever imagined telling your parents you were pregnant. You’d always thought that cute reveals to new grandparents were very entertaining videos to watch online, but now that you’re in this situation, you don’t think you could do it, not given the circumstances.
“Serious?” You father repeats. “How serious?”
You’re quiet for a few moments as you try to think of the best way to phrase it, but you wait so long that you mom says your name, checking to make sure that you’re still on the line.
“Um, so, I’m pregnant. About twelve weeks along, according to the doctor.”
“Twelve weeks?!” Your mother gasps. “Oh my! You’re pregnant! Honey, she’s having a baby! And your boyfriend... he knows? Is he excited also?”
“Do we finally get to meet the boy?” Your dad asks. “Now that he’s got a baby in you?”
Your mother hisses your dad’s name, and you hear her slap his arm. “But really, do we get to meet our future son-in-law?”
“Well, that’s another thing. Don’t.... I don’t want you to think that he and I are getting married now because of this.” You cradle the phone in your hands. “Nothing like that is set in stone. Right now, we’re just focusing on having the baby. And I suppose you should meet him.” But you’re not sure about that. It doesn’t seem fair for you to choose one of your boyfriends, one who may not be the father, and have him be the only man in this relationship that gets to meet your parents. 
“Oh, well, I suppose you’ve never been so much of a traditionalist, have you? So, it’s not terribly much of a surprise that you’re not necessarily going to marry him. But a baby! Our baby’s having a baby!” Your mother cries out in excitement. 
You spend the next half an hour to forty-five minutes talking with your parents, catching them up on moments in your life, talking about your pregnancy, dipping into details of how your mother’s pregnancy with you had gone. By the time you end the call, you feel much better, much lighter.
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You feel as if the transformation happens suddenly. One day you look just as you have usually done, and then the next.... you’ve popped, the bump evident when you look in the half-fogged mirror of the bathroom.
You can’t help touching your belly, feeling the mound that certainly wasn’t there just weeks before.
“What are you doing?” Johnny asks, coming up behind you. He wraps his arms around you, hands covering yours on your belly. His skin is still wet and warm from the shower that’s still running in the background for you to step into. His hand is such a welcome presence, the heat of him against your bare skin. “You’re starting to show.”
You’re about fifteen weeks at this point, right in the timeline your doctor had told you that you might start showing. After that moment in the bathroom, you start wearing looser clothing, and just find it increasingly difficult to hide your pregnancy from anyone that you’d still been trying to keep it from, and your body is changing in a way that other people certainly take notice of.
“Shit, look at you, baby.” Mark whistles when he walks into the kitchen late one night, and he finds you standing beside the refrigerator with a midnight snack. You’re just wearing a pair of shorts and a low-cut camisole. Your belly standing out in evidence of the life inside of you, but you’re quickly made aware that that’s not exactly what Mark is pointing out.
He steps closer to you, and instead of touching your belly (as all the others have done as soon as they realized you were starting to show), Mark cups your tits.
“They’re bigger now.” His eyes are wide glued to your chest.
“Of course they’re bigger. Once this little blob comes out I’m going to have to feed it with these.” You nudge his hands away. “They’re not just toys for you all to play with, you know. They serve a purpose.”
Mark smiles at you and kisses your cheek. “I know, baby.” He tucks his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants, and he stands there watching you eat, apparently entirely forgetting the reason that he entered the room himself. It’s quiet for a moment before Mark finally asks, “When’s your next appointment? Don’t you get to learn the sex of the baby soon?”
You nod. “Soon. I’m not sure if I actually want to know what we’re having though.” You drop a hand down to touch your little barely-there bump. “I might want it to be a surprise.”
Mark steps closer again, and this time he touches your belly too. “This little angel’s going to be full of surprises for us, isn’t it?”
You push your fingers into Mark’s hair, enjoying having him so close to you and the way he melts into your touch. Mark’s eyes flutter shut as you comb your fingers through his hair, he leans his forehead down against yours.
“Mark?” Your voice is very quiet even in the silence of the kitchen. “Mark, what do you want from this?”
“What do you mean?” He murmurs, not pulling back from you at all, but staying right there with his eyes closed and his forehead against yours. 
“I mean, do you want to be the dad? Or are you secretly hoping it’s one of the others? Do you want it to be a boy or a girl? Do you think this is going to really fuck up this relationship?”
“I think if it was going to mess this up, it would’ve already done so, right?” He stands up straight again, putting a few inches of space between you. “We’re all still here, excited about the baby. Hell, even the others are excited and they’ve not got any DNA in the game.”
You know he’s talking about the younger members, the ones not in this relationship. They’ve all been excited and supportive too. You’d taken several exhaustion naps on the sofa between Renjun and Jeno; just the other morning as you’d been looking at a pregnancy book at the kitchen table, YangYang had sat down beside you and started asking you questions about it. Haechan swore that he’d be glad to help babysit in the future. You’d heard Chenle and Jaemin offering to take bets on the paternity of the baby.
“And I don’t know about being the dad,” Mark says, “I don’t think it matters too much to me one way of the other. I don’t mean that in a bad way! I feel like that sounded kinda bad, but like, if I am the dad then that’s awesome and I’m going to try my hardest to be the best dad I can be, but even if I’m not, I’ll still try my best to be here. But I guess it also depends how you want to raise the kid, like, fourteen dads? Or are those who aren’t the dad just going to be Uncles who occasionally share mommy’s bed?”
You wrinkle your nose at that. “That’s exactly what I mean, Mark. This relationship is going to change, and that’s scary. I don’t want this to change, I love how we all are together, but after this, then what?”
“Hey.” Mark cups your face between his hands. He tilts your face up toward his, and when he kisses you softly, almost chastely, for just that moment in time you forget your worries. “That’s a problem for when we get to it, but it’s miles and miles away in the future. You don’t need to worry about that now, okay?” He kisses you again, and this time the kiss isn’t so sweet or tender. 
Your midnight snack is entirely forgotten on the counter beside you. Mark envelops you--his smell and his taste, the heat of his skin against yours-- and you lift your hands to his arms, first touching his wrists up near your face, and then your fingertips dance down his forearms, resting for a moment against his elbows as Mark twists his fingers into your hair, tilting your head to a better angle as your mouth opens to his, and you gasp quietly. 
His tongue touches yours, springing another moan from you, and Mark smiles, his fingers tightening in your hair. 
It doesn’t take much more kissing than that to have you craving a midnight snack of a different sort. The hunger grows inside you, the heat building, and soon you can feel your shorts are damp with arousal and your fingertips itch to undress Mark, your body aching with the need to have him inside you.
“Mark,” you mumble, planning to ask him to fuck you, but your hands are already moving. Your hands drop from where you’ve been holding onto his arms, instead gripping the bottom hem of his shirt which you tug at until your fingertips find skin instead. 
Mark groans, feeling your cool skin against his. And when your fingertips move across his abdomen, quickly dipping inside the waistband of his sweatpants, Mark inhales sharply, breaking the kiss for a moment, just to ask, “Here?”
You nod. “Yeah, why not?”
That’s good enough for him.
Mark dives back into the kiss, making little noises of contentment as you push his sweatpants lower, as you dip your hand inside his boxers, wrapping your hand around his cock. It doesn’t take long for him to start chubbing up in your hand.
“Mm, baby,” Mark pulls out of the kiss, his hands shaking to detangle his fingers from your hair, and his hands fall to your hips instead. Mark lifts you carefully up to sit on the edge of the countertop you’ve been leaning against, and now you’re at the perfect height to spread your legs and pull his cock free of his boxers to rub at the already damp fabric over your pussy. 
You remember the time you almost did this with Kun in here. Things got hot and heavy with him, but the younger boys were just in the other room, so you moved things upstairs instead. But tonight there’s no one around. Everyone’s either out or upstairs in their rooms. There’s nothing to stop you from having sex with Mark right here in the kitchen with the lights on and everything.
Mark thumbs the middle of your shorts out of the way as you keep jerking him off, rubbing the tip against the material, which he’s tired of, craving the direct wet heat of you on him.
“Fuck, baby, why aren’t you wearing any panties?” He almost whines. His thumb glides along your slit, and you shift forward, wanting to have him just slip his thumb inside you, but he pulls it away, putting his hand back to the safe distance of your thigh. “That’s dirty. Looking so sexy already with your belly growing and your tits too, then no panties either. Shit, it’s like you knew this was going to happen.”
“Maybe I’ve just been hoping.” You lean in, capture his lips in a brief kiss, and then say, “You’ve all been so careful with me. I don’t get fucked nearly as much as before, and while this pregnancy has messed with my sex drive a bit, I do still want to have sex, I just think you all should know that.”
“So no panties because you’re horny, hoping to entice one of us into fucking you?” Mark grins crookedly, looking down at your pussy, which you finally bring his cock closer to, and you dip his tip against your clit, moving it in circles.
You smile and try to stifle a moan.
“Do you want it?” Mark asks you.
“Yes, Mark,” you sigh, and you guide his cock to where you need him most, and Mark lifts a hand to tilt your mouth up to meet his once more. 
Mark enters you smoothly, slowly, in one thrust. Your toes curl at the slow feeling, the stretch and glide, the way that you’ve barely had anyone touch you in weeks, since Jungwoo, probably. You don’t think you’ve been with another one of them since him, not having one of them inside you like this--just you helping them out with a blowjob maybe and then possibly a bit of fingering, but most of them were still treating you like some fragile porcelain doll--and that was probably a month and a half ago when you were with Jungwoo, the last time you’d had one of their dicks inside your vagina.
“Oh, fuck,” Mark groans. “I swear you’re tighter than normal.”
“Shh,” you shush him, laughing as you try to kiss him quiet. “It’s been a couple weeks since I’ve had more than a finger or two inside me.” 
Mark moans, deepening the kiss, silencing you as he thrusts slowly, each push of his cock deeper inside you feels incredible. 
You both take it slow, in no rush to get off right now, it’s just good enough to have him inside you, to kiss him, and Mark seems to feel the same. Kissing and hands slipping under clothes, just touching, hips rolling, everything slow and warm and you feel so wet, growing wetter with each glide of Mark’s cock inside your pussy, pants and moans rising in frequency. 
Your goal isn’t to cum, just to have Mark so close to you, but soon there’s no denying that you’re both getting close. It’s been too long since either of you had this kind of sexual release. Mark’s thrusts start to grow faster, sloppier, and he pants against your lips, “Can I cum inside you? What about---?”
“It’s fine, Mark.” You gasp, dropping your head back. “Please, I want to feel it.”
Happy to oblige you, Mark ducks his head to kiss at your neck. His hand sinks to the apex of your thighs, his thumb tracing quick, careful circles on your clit as he thrusts into you, chasing his quickly rising high. The sound of your breathy sighs and moans, soft whimpers of his name, all seem to drive him on, and you cum just moments before him.
“Mark, fuck!” You gasp. You clutch at his shoulders, holding yourself close to him as the sensation pulses through your body, dragging Mark into his orgasm as well. He bites down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, muffling his moans as he spills inside you, his cum making you feel warm and full, and you don’t want to move from right here like this, just want to stay here with Mark inside you, close as he can be to you, his body pressed fully against yours, your baby bump against his belly.
You don’t want to move, and you probably wouldn’t have for quite some time, but suddenly there’s the tapping sound of someone jogging down the stairs. 
Mark pulls away from you, stuffing his cock back inside his sweatpants, and he reaches out to tug your shorts back into place. He even rearranges your hair so it falls over your shoulders, hiding the mark he’d just sucked on your throat. And then he steps away, leaning against the stove and pretending to study a box of cereal someone had left out.
WinWin walks into the room, his eyes puffy from sleep. He yawns as he looks between the two of you, walking across the room toward you to reach the sink. 
“Were you just messing around in here?” He asks, opening a cabinet door to pick out a glass. “Because that’s gross. We all eat in here.”
He looks away as he fills the glass with water. Mark’s eyes go faux-innocently wide, and he opens his mouth, prepared to give some excuse.
You cut him off. “You’re one to talk, Dong Sicheng. Are you forgetting the time I rode you right over there at the kitchen table? You weren’t so concerned about this being a place where we eat then. I’m pretty sure I remember you specifically pulling me into your lap and telling you that this is where we eat, so you wanted to eat me.”
WinWin coughs, almost choking on the water. Mark laughs loudly.
You smile at them both, and then push off the counter, landing on your feet, and you wrinkle your nose at the feeling as a bit of Mark’s cum begins to trickle down your thigh. WinWin reaches out to you, as if worried that the look on your face is due to some discomfort of the baby.
“I’m fine. Don’t worry.” You walk the few feet over to Mark, kiss him, and then you turn to WinWin, kiss him as well, and turn to walk away, calling back over your shoulder, “Good night!”
Their returned well-wishes of sweet dreams follow you upstairs as you crawl into Hendery’s bed. 
He stirs a bit when you slide in beside him. He fell asleep watching videos on his phone, and the phone’s laying facedown on his chest, the edge of it still outlined from the light of the screen, so you move it off, rolling back to the side of the small bed to plug his phone in before you re-situate yourself on your side, and Hendery moves up to spoon you from behind.
He murmurs your name sleepily and drapes his arm over you, nuzzling his nose against your neck before he falls immediately back to sleep. And you soak in the warmth of his bed, his body curled against yours, wishing you could fall asleep, but somehow you just can’t.
You stay awake, staring at the shadows in the room, praying for sleep to claim you as it’s claimed Hendery behind you, Xiaojun across the room. 
Nothing.
You hear footsteps climbing the stairs up to the floor above, hear the creak of movement, and then the closing of a door. A few moments later, the door to this room opens as well. The dim glow of a nightlight in the bathroom down the hall casts a streak across the room, right over you in Hendery’s bed.
“Sorry,” WinWin whispers as he comes inside, tiptoeing. “Did I wake you up?”
“I wasn’t sleeping. I can’t sleep.” 
WinWin sits on his bed, and in the darkness, you can just barely make out the shape of his shadow patting his bed. “You can come over here. I can help you fall asleep.”
You don’t see what he’s going to do to help with that, but you carefully extract yourself from Hendery, tiptoe across to WinWin’s bed, and slide in with him.
He props himself up against the headboard with a few pillows, and then you feel him draw you in, resting your head on his chest, leaned back against him. His cheek rests against your head, an arm casually curled around your waist, his hand touching your belly, and he whispers, “I think we just need to tire out that busy mind of yours. What is it that you’re thinking about? Tell me?”
So you start talking, telling WinWin in whispers all of these worries and wonders in your head. Concerns for the future, for the state of this relationship, how they’ll all react when the day comes that you do find out which of them is the father because you’ve long since accepted that you have to find that out, though you had briefly entertained the idea of just not doing any paternity test at all. You talk to WinWin until you’re certainly tired out, or at least your voice is.
“I’m sorry,” you apologize then. “You’re probably tired, aren’t you? But I just keep talking.”
WinWin mumbles something that never quite makes its way to words. Then, “It’s fine. You need to sleep too, though. Aren’t you tired yet?”
Not quite.
“Alright then.” WinWin sighs and shifts his head, his lips right beside your ear, and he starts singing to you quietly in Chinese. The song is familiar, but you can’t place it; it’s a relaxing tune, and WinWin’s deep voice works wonders, lulling you into such a state that you don’t even notice when exactly you fall asleep.
One moment you’re awake in his arms, and then you’re dreaming.
You’re walking down the hallway, passing by the door to Lucas, Ten, and Kun’s room, climbing the stairs, you walk along until you reach a door just beyond Taeil’s room. A faint golden light outlines the door which looks shiny and new, recently installed, and from behind the door you hear the cries of a baby.
Your heart leaps in your chest.
Just a touch of your fingertips, and the door opens on a nicely decorated nursery -- creamy white walls and gauzy curtains decorated in stars and moons, a crib is tucked in the corner under a gently spinning mobile, and that’s the source of the crying. 
The baby’s crying. Your baby. You walk closer, and making shushing noises as you approach, you look down into the crib and see your baby.
But it’s not only one baby. There are multiple babies, a whole row of them side-by-side, waving angry fists up at you. A baby wrapped in blue with Johnny’s face. Another that looks like Yuta. A little girl who has Hendery’s big brown eyes, one that looks exactly like Taeyong.
You blink.
There’s only one baby, cooing up at you happily with an undeniable resemblance to ---
You wake with a jolt. WinWin, still curled there together with you, strokes his fingers over the back of your hand, mumbling something in his sleep to comfort you. In the dark, you stare at his face in front of you, but all you can see are the faces of the little babies in your dream.
You shift closer, pressing your face against WinWin’s chest.
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At work, you try to avoid talking about your pregnancy. Not an easy thing to do when many of your coworkers are women, including older women who just want to offer up advice based on their own pregnancies. And they’ve all got so many questions: how far along you are, who’s the father, are you still dating that guy who came to briefly visit you once so many months ago, are you learning the gender, and many more questions.
You can’t help thinking about that dream again and again.
Previously, you didn’t think you really wanted to know the sex of the baby until the birth. But after that dream, you can’t stop thinking about it. 
Sometimes you’ll find your mind wandering back to that dream or mulling over what you think you’re going to have. And after your coworkers repeatedly asking you who the father is, you keep thinking about that too, trying to run through your mind the encounters you’d had with your boyfriends around that exact time that this Little Blob was conceived. The younger boys are actually taking bets on which of your boyfriends is the father, whether it’s going to be a boy or girl, and all sorts of silly bets.
And it’s not only them; the last time you spoke to your mother she was making guesses on gender based on family history and invasive questions into your sex life, which she’d followed up with an inquiry about meeting the father-to-be that you’d edged out of by feigning an incoming call from your doctor.
But you know you can’t put it off forever. At some point your parents are going to want to meet the man who impregnated their daughter. You just have to choose one of the possible men to introduce to them. 
“I wouldn’t mind, I don’t think.” Xiaojun tells you late one morning.
The house is quiet. When you left Taeil’s room this morning as he woke to go to Inkigayo, you sat downstairs in the kitchen, drinking a morning glass of water and taking a handful of recommended prenatal vitamins, watching as half of the house cleared out, your boys going off to work. 
You were excited, getting to see them work in different combinations than normal. 
After they’d all left, piling into multiple vans, it’d just been you, Xiaojun, Jisung, Haechan, YangYang, and Taeyong left in the house. Haechan and Jisung were firmly shut inside their room, probably not likely to wake until at least the afternoon, and YangYang was similarly probably sleeping. Not that any of them would give you the company you wanted. 
Sure, you enjoyed hanging out with the younger members, playing games and watching movies, and teasing them endlessly. But you didn’t want to just be entertained, you didn’t want to just go back to sleep now that you were awake. 
You were horny.
You’d been dreaming nicely up until the moment that Taeil jerked awake at the sound of their manager’s voice calling from the doorway. It was a rude awakening, considering how just a second before you’d been in the midst of sucking off Doyoung while sitting on Jaehyun’s face, having the absolute time of your life. But the dream had faded in moments, leaving you with only the ache between your thighs, the heat that needed to be quenched. 
So now, with all of the others gone, you were left with three choices. One, you could just take care of it yourself, which is the least fun option. Your second option was Taeyong, but you knew he had only dragged himself home from the studio a couple hours ago because he’d climbed into bed with you and Taeil, snuffling and clingy, just wanting a cuddle. A third option was Xiaojun, an eager, always good option.
So you went to Xiaojun’s room.
He was awake on his phone, and the sight of you in his doorway brought a smile to his face. You stepping inside and closing the door behind you made him smile brighter and start to sit up in bed. And when you reached down and pulled the long shirt of Lucas’s you’d stolen to sleep in over your head, Xiaojun’s smile melted into liquid desire pooling in his eyes. 
“I’m horny, Dejun. Please help me.” You drop the shirt on the floor, and in seconds you’re on your back in Xiaojun’s bed, his mouth hot on your skin, lips on your breasts then your stomach, taking his time trailing slow kisses over your increasingly noticeable bump. And then he’s on your thighs, kissing, nipping, and when he licks at your pussy, your body glows with lust and pleasure.
Xiaojun performs oral sex right then like he’s going to be graded on it. Soon you’re shaking in his bed, thighs closing around his head, hips rocking against his face, and Xiaojun just keeps licking until you whine and whimper his name, knotting your fingers in his hair. He moves quickly up to kiss you.
You stay like that, kissing as the morning passes by outside, soft kisses that turn hot and passionate with your hand down the back of Xiaojun’s sweatpants as he grinds against your thigh, kisses getting softer as you spread your legs for him to fit between them and push his sweatpants down just enough that he can thrust into you. And it’s slow, soft and lazy sex in the haze of the golden rays of sunlight shifting across his sheets from the window above his bed. 
Xiaojun cums and uses his fingers to get you off, and then keeps kissing you even as he rolls off to the side, holding you there in his bed even though you both feel gross and sticky sweaty. 
The kissing tapers off eventually. He holds one of your hands, and your other hand absentmindedly goes down to your belly, and you start talking about the appointment you have in next week where you can finally find out the sex of the baby, and how your mother wants to come, and she wants you to bring your boyfriend.
“I’m serious,” Xiaojun says. “I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to introduce me as the representative for all of us. Your singular boyfriend, father of your baby.”
You look at him out of the corner of your eye.
Xiaojun smiles and hides half of his face in his pillow. “I think I’m probably not the dad, like, it’s just a feeling I have, but who’d be better to meet your parents than me? I’m nice, polite, handsome, funny, smart. Not to mention modest.”
You laugh and push at his shoulder, and Xiaojun dramatically rolls away and then stands up off the bed. 
He looks down at you, still smiling. “And also, I think one of us should be there with you at that appointment. I think one of us should always go with you, because you need the support, it’ll be nice, right?”
“I don’t know. I cried when I first heard the heartbeat.” You sit up and look down at your belly. “Pretty sure several of you would have teased me about that.”
“Pretty sure several of us would have cried right along side you. You played us that recording of the heartbeat.” Xiaojun shakes his head. “Maybe you weren’t paying attention, but there was quite a bit of excitement and emotion that day among all of us.” He reaches down and strokes his thumb along your cheek. “Just think about it. I’m gonna go eat, do you want some?”
You don’t, so you stay there wrapped only in Xiaojun’s sheets and mentally draft up a conversation to have with your boys.
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You put it up to the boys to decide which of them would accompany you to your next appointment at eighteen weeks, and who will also be the one to meet your parents. 
“Whether you vote or play rock paper scissors or draw straws or something, I don’t care, as long as you’re all aware that it’s perfectly fair no matter who wins. I don’t want any of you feeling jealous, like I’m playing favorites or anything ridiculous like that.” You gave them this task right before you walked out the door to go grab dinner with some friends, hoping that by the time you arrived home later, they would have the answer.
Dinner was great. Since starting the relationship with the guys, you’d seen less and less of your friends just because it was a full-time kind of thing being with multiple boyfriends, plus it was difficult having this love life and not being able to openly talk about it with friends for various reasons such as being in a fifteen-person relationship was not at all common and also because your fourteen boyfriends were idols who could have their careers damaged if word of your relationship with any one of them got out.
Your friends were excited to see you and your not-so-little-anymore baby bump. They’d seen what you’d posted on social media -- the sonogram photo when you decided to finally post about the pregnancy, Snapchats and Instagram stories complaining about the woes of morning sickness and other symptoms -- and it was really great to catch up with your friends, and by the end of the night they were already telling you that they couldn’t wait for the baby shower.
“And we can’t wait to meet your baby daddy!” One of them cries, flinging her arm around your shoulder in a one-armed hug. “Like, you’re dating him right? You’re always so secretive with your love life; I can’t remember if you were dating someone, or was this just like a fling kind of thing?”
“Yeah, who is he? When can we meet him?” Another says.
You look around at your friends. “He’s just really private. But, yes, we’ve been dating for several months. But it’s also kind of complicated.”
“Complicated? Does he not want the baby?”
“Complicated and he’s private? What, is he an idol or something?” One laughs, and everyone bursts into laughter. You try to laugh along, but then you catch the eye of one of the girls and quickly look away. She’s been with you the time that you ran into Taeyong in public while you were broken up; you wonder if she’s thinking of him.
Another friend gasps, “Oh my god. Bitch, he better not be married!”
You try not to look like you’re caught in the spotlight, but you definitely are. “He’s not married!” Is the first answer you can think to give them. “And, no, it’s not that he doesn’t want the baby. He’s very excited, I mean, like, they’re excited.”
That raises several eyebrows. One of your friends nearly chokes on her drink.
“They? Like personal pronoun they or they, as in like, multiple people they?” One friends seeks clarification, and you take a deep breath and stare down into your water glass at the ice cubes clinking together before you give her the quiet confirmation of “multiple people.”
There’s giggles and teasing catcalls from around the table. You feel on fire, like you’re being roasted alive, and even gulping down the cold water doesn’t really help. There’s a fluttery feeling in your belly, so you lay a hand over it and just swallow down another mouthful of water, hoping to quell the nerves of having all of their attention on you after admitting this.
The friend beside you who’d been hugging you, squeezes your shoulders in what is probably meant to be a comforting motion. “So do you know which one of them is the dad?”
You shake your head. “No, but it doesn’t really matter. Like, they’re all excited and this relationship has been going on for a while. It’s serious, and I do love them, and it’s very unconventional, like super unconventional, but I’m happy.”
“That’s all that matters, isn’t it?” One of them says. “You’re happy and in love and having a baby! Damn, I wish I could be so blessed.”
After that the topic turns away from you and your love life for a bit, and you’re glad for that, but you’re also glad to have opened up just a tiny bit about the relationship. To have finally told someone that you’re in an unconventional relationship that includes more than two people, though you’re sure your friends think that it’s probably just you and two boyfriends, and you truly don’t feel like enlightening them any more. But it’s nice to have put it out there.
And when you do get home later, with a box of dessert that Ten had texted you begging you to bring home about halfway through your dinner, you find that half of the boys are still sitting around the table in the kitchen debating, but a handful of them are sitting in the living room.
Mark is sitting on the sofa with his laptop, Chenle leaning his head on Mark’s shoulder. Ten is in the armchair with Miso tucked in the nest of his legs. Hendery laying on the floor, his chin propped up on his hands, and Yuta’s sitting right beside him, watching a soccer match on the TV. Haechan, Jisung, and Jeno are also sitting on the second sofa, slouching down on the cushions, either on their phones or also watching the game.
You look around at them, before you glance toward the doorway into the kitchen.
“We lost,” Ten explains to you. “They’re still deciding.” He strokes Miso’s head, and then looks up at you, squinting in faux-anger, “You know, it was pretty rude of you to put us at odds with each other like that, and then you dip out to a fancy fun dinner with your friends. And did you even bring us anything tasty to eat?” 
You stick out your tongue at him and pull the box out from behind your back. 
“Do you think I don’t love you or something?”
When you hold it out to him, Ten eagerly reaches for it, but you pull it back quickly. 
“You have to share it, you know.”
Ten whines, but nods, and as you start to hand it over again, Kun sweeps in out of nowhere, and takes the cake, then brushes a kiss on your cheek. Chenle laughs loudly, watching all of this, especially when Ten snatches the back of Kun’s shirt and jerks him back, nearly tumbling him into Ten’s lap on top of your poor cat.
Miso bristles and flees Ten’s lap to the comparative safety of the stairs where he begins grooming himself and glaring at the ruckus below. 
You end up with Kun and Ten squeezed together in the chair, you perched on Kun’s lap with the box of dessert open in your lap, the three of you taking turns with a single fork. Your feet rest in Yuta’s lap on the floor, and after a bit, he leans over and rests his head against your knee, his actions sleepy but his eyes are wide awake following the moves of the players on the screen. 
You can’t seem to relax, nervously glancing toward the kitchen doorway every few minutes. And thinking about who it’s going to be, which of them is going to be the one to meet your parents, to come to your appointments with you, it makes you nervous. While you sit there you feel flutters in your belly multiple times, and that just makes you feel even more nervous.
When the other boys finally come out of the kitchen, Taeyong whines, seeing the nearly finished dessert in your lap, and he comes over to beg a bite.
“What did you decide?” You ask him as Taeyong takes the box from you and settles on the arm of the chair. “Which of you is it? Whose egos do I need to soothe?”
“Probably Jaehyun,” Taeyong mumbles around the cake. “He’s pouting.” He jerks his head toward the other side of the room, and you follow the move just to see Jaehyun standing behind the sofa where Mark and Chenle are sitting. Jaehyun’s got his arms folded across his chest, his jaw tense, his eyes deadset on the TV, though you can tell he’s not actually watching the game. 
Taeyong clears his throat and whispers, “Johnny won; we figured he’d be the best in these situations. He’ll charm your parents for sure, and he’ll be good at the appointment too.”
You catch Johnny’s eye as he comes around the sofa to sit down beside Chenle. He immediately starts tickling Chenle’s sides until he’s squirming and making loud squawking laughs while Johnny just laughs at him and calls him cute.
Eventually Yuta lifts his head from your knee to shush them, his eyes still glued to the screen as one of the teams makes a goal. You look over at Johnny again as he’s petting Chenle’s hair while the younger settles back down. And then you look up at Jaehyun. WinWin’s now standing beside him, his arm slung around Jaehyun’s shoulders, and they whisper to each other, but after a moment Jaehyun seems to feel you watching them, and he catches your eye with a sweet smile.
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“How do I look?” Johnny asks, nervously tugging at the collar of his shirt. You’re about to leave for the appointment, and as you sit on Johnny’s bed watching him get ready, you fight down your own nerves. 
“Handsome. As usual.” You sigh, fluttering your hands over your belly. “What about me?”
You push up to your feet, standing right before Johnny. He smiles warmly, a hand sneaking around to the small of your back, and you step just a bit closer to him. 
“Sexy as always,” Johnny says with a grin. “Pretty and cute and beautiful too. If your mother looks anything like you, I can’t wait to meet her.”
Yes, the source of all your nerves. Johnny meeting your mother. Your mother coming to your appointment with you both. And then there’s the late lunch you’re having afterwards with Johnny, your mother, and your father. 
“Hey, don’t be so nervous, sweetheart.” Johnny cups your face in his hands. “I’m great with parents. By the time we come home later, they’re going to absolutely love me, we’re going to know if you’re having a girl or a boy, plus we have a little surprise the others should have ready for you by the time we’re home.”
Now, that makes you more suspicious than nervous.
Typically you don’t have a good history of your boyfriends trying to surprise you with things. Seven times out of ten the surprise ends up being an orgy, and the other three times out of ten are just a failure on their part. So as you and Johnny walk out of the house, you watch the others suspiciously, such as when Taeil kisses you on the cheek as you pass him on the stairs, when Renjun pipes up from the sofa to tell you that they’ll all be anxiously waiting to see who has won the first of their series of bets, and when Doyoung hurries up from behind you to give you a few words of luck and calming for the appointment and for introducing Johnny to your parents.
“Thank you, Doyoung.” You press up on your toes to meet him for a brief kiss. “See you later!”
As you turn to follow Johnny, Doyoung’s hand falls reluctantly from your arm, and you look back at him to offer him a reassuring smile because he’s pouting.
“Doyoung also really wanted to come with you today,” Johnny tells you a few minutes later. “Him and Jaehyun were really duking it out there toward the end of our debate. Both of them were pretty pissed when I was the one who was decided on.” 
You don’t know what to say to that. If it were possible, you would happily bring every single one of your boyfriends, but that is neither practical nor realistically something that your parents would ever possibly approve of. Your parents are not like your friends; your friends think it’s different and sexy that you’re in a relationship with more than one man, but your parents would think that something like that is disgusting and wrong and would certainly try to influence you to choose just one of them.
So you fall into this rabbit hole of thinking, and it’s not until Johnny puts his hand on your thigh, squeezing slightly as he says, “We’re here,” that you snap out of your thoughts.
You’re at the doctor’s office, and when you look up through the windshield of the car, you can see your mother standing beside the door into the office, somewhat awkwardly smiling at passersby, looking nervous as well.
“This will be wonderful, okay?” Johnny reassures you. “Are you ready?”
You nod, and then push the car door open.
The moment that your mother sees you, her face lights up, and then her eyes fall down to your belly, the definite mound of your belly, and she breaks into a smile so wide that you think she also might start crying.
“Oh, my baby!” She pulls you into a hug. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m good, Mom. Taking good care of myself and the baby, with some help of course.” You pull out of the hug and turn to Johnny. He’s standing a few feet back, not wanting to intrude on the moment with your mother, but when you hold out a hand to him, he steps forward. 
The second his fingers interlace with yours, you feel confident and happy, and you turn back to your mother. “Mom, this is Johnny. My boyfriend.”
She looks at him. Looks him up. Looks him down. You can tell she’s analyzing everything about him, filing away little details that you’re sure she’ll want to discuss with you later. 
And then Johnny holds his hand out to her. “Johnny Suh, ma’am. It’s great to finally meet you. I was just telling her this morning that --” You elbow him sharply in the side and glare at him, not wanting him to finish that sentence calling your mother hot. He laughs, and holds his hand out to your mother again. She shakes his hand, still watching him appraisingly.
“It’s nice to meet you too, finally. She’s always been secretive about relationships, but I think this is the longest we’ve ever had to wait to meet someone she’s dating.” Your mother glances at you. “Why’ve you kept this one a secret?”
“He’s too charming for his own good sometimes. Come on, let’s get inside.”
As you sit in the waiting room, nervously tapping your foot as you wait, you look around at the other women in the room. There are some whose bellies are huge, looking ready to pop at any moment. Some who aren’t showing at all. There’s one woman wrangling two toddlers along with her big pregnant belly, looking increasingly frustrated at the two children climbing over her and over and under the chairs. 
You don’t even notice that you’re shaking your leg so much until Johnny’s hand comes to rest on your knee. His voice is low, soft so no one else can hear it when he asks, “You okay?” 
“Fine. Just ready to find out.” You place your hand on his, and that’s when you notice your mother watching you very observantly. 
The three of you chat a little bit, and she tells you that your father is all ready to interrogate your boyfriend, especially since you’d given them no information about him. “She wouldn’t even tell us your name.”
“I can’t talk too much about us, you know. We’ve got to keep it a little bit of a secret.” You whisper to her. “Maybe you don’t recognize him, but he is an idol. Other people might recognize him, and we can’t let word get out.” 
Johnny’s wearing a mask and a hat now that you’re in the doctor’s office together, keeping his head down somewhat just on the off-chance that someone could recognize him. But now, with the way your mother is staring at him in surprise, you think it might draw some attention.
When you go to the restroom a few minutes later, leaving the two of them alone, you worry that you’ll come back to find things in a disastrous state, but to your surprise, after an extended bathroom break due to the number of others trying to use the single restroom available off the waiting room, you return to see them laughing and talking more comfortably with each other, and just a few minutes after that you’re called back to meet with your doctor.
Now, it’s not like the appointment jumps straight into finding out the gender of the baby, but that’s all the matters, all that you can focus on while you and your doctor talk, while she examines you, while your mother and Johnny sit nearby, but then it’s time and you’re on your back with your shirt pulled up over your belly and a technician spreading the cool gel over your belly.
You don’t remember reaching for Johnny’s hand, but suddenly you’re holding onto it while you look at the screen. Your mother’s leaning forward eagerly too, all three of you plus the doctor staring at the screen at the inside of your body, searching for your Little Blobby. 
“Ah, here we are.” The technician pauses for a moment, and you can hear the heartbeat inside you--not the one that belongs to you, but the second smaller one, the faster tiny one--and you can see it on the screen. 
“That’s the baby?” Johnny squeezes your hand and leans closer to see the screen more clearly. “That’s our baby?”
“It sure is.” The technician moves the device a bit more, trying to get a better view. “Is this daddy and grandma’s first time seeing the baby?”
“It is!” Your mother says excitedly. Her hand briefly touches your leg as she shifts closer to see as well. “It’s just too exciting to learn the baby’s gender, don’t you think? How could we miss the appointment for this?”
She’s right, you realize. It’s very important for the father of the baby to be there when you find out the baby’s sex. And as much as you love Johnny, you look back up at him right then, and you realize that he very well may not be the father of this baby. There are thirteen other men who it could be, and it’s not fair to rob them of this experience.
“Wait,” you say. The technician stops, and when she looks at you, you clear your throat. “I don’t think I want to know today. If you can just, like, write it down and put it in an envelope?
“Honey, what?” Your mother picks up your hand from where Johnny’s just dropped it. “You don’t want to know today?”
You shake your head. One look at Johnny shows you that he’s a little bit hurt, but that he understands the thought process behind this decision. He wanted to be the special one here with you for this momentous step in your pregnancy. But worse than Johnny is your mother. She wants to be here for this. 
“We can have a reveal party, Mom. I thought I wanted to know today, but I just think it’ll be more exciting to be surrounded by family and friends, you know?” Well, by that you mostly mean with all of the potential fathers there as well.  “So, can you do that?” 
The technician happily agrees. “Of course, once I verify the sex of the baby, I’ll be glad to do that for you! Your little one isn’t exactly in the right position for this, but let me try to move around, see if I can get a better angle.”
Your mother sits back in her seat, folding her arms across her chest, seeming very disappointed, but Johnny stands right at your side and puts his hand on your shoulder. You meet his gaze, and Johnny smiles.
“What are you hoping for?” You whisper. “When you’ve thought before about having kids, what were you deep down hoping to have?”
“Honestly?” Johnny turns his attention back to the screen, though at the moment there’s truly not much to see. “Growing up, I was an only child, you know. I always wanted a little brother, and then when I moved here I found my little brothers. Mark and Haechan, Chenle, Jisung, the other kids. And I realized that boys are such a mess, such a chaotic hassle, but that’s easy for me to understand and handle.” Johnny’s voice dips lower as he says, “A boy. I hope you’re having a boy.”
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Later that day as you and Johnny return home with a sealed envelope tucked safely in your purse, still filled with happiness from the success of the long lunch with your mother and father (who in the end both loved Johnny entirely and were very charmed by him), you just want to tear open the envelope and share the news with all of the boys inside. It’s been hours since the appointment, Johnny had kept up conversation with your parents, and then he’d insisted on stopping to grab some stuff from the store on the way home. 
By the time you walk through the door of the house, you’re buzzing with nervous excitement. You want to tear open that envelope to find out the sex of the baby, dive into the bags of candy you’d begged Johnny to buy for you, and be with the men you love. But as soon as you’ve stepped out of your shoes and tucked them away in the entryway of the house, Johnny reminds you that the boys all have a surprise for you.
“We’re back!” He calls, taking you by the hand and leading you into the living room.
You leave the grocery bags sitting beside the sofa. The house is suspiciously quiet and still. You frown.
A voice calls down from somewhere high above. “Just a moment!”
“Johnny... What is the surprise? You know usually, it’s...”
“It’s not a sex thing, don’t worry.” Johnny places a soothing hand on your head. “A good surprise.”
“You can come up!” Another voice calls down, and Johnny leads you by the hand up the stairs. By the time you reach the top floor, you can hear that all of the boys are up here, not just your boyfriends but the younger boys too. And once you’ve climbed the last step, you can see them all gathered around in the hallway.
“Okay, seriously, what’s going on?”
“We have a surprise for you.” Taeil says, stepping out of his room and joining the others right in front of him. “Come here.”
Johnny lets go of your hand, and you walk forward slowly. You know that there’s no need to be suspicious of your boyfriends or the others, yet you can’t help it with them all being so mysterious. 
“We all worked really hard today,” Jaehyun explains to you. “We honestly weren’t sure that we’d have it ready by the time you got home, so we had Johnny distract you a bit longer.” You frown back over your shoulder at Johnny, but he’s smiling down at Ten who’s whispering something to him. Jaehyun continues, “But we did finish. And it’s for you.”
He steps forward and lays his hand on the door to Taeil’s room.
“What did you do?” You look around at all of them assembled around you. 
Tired of waiting, Yuta steps forward and pushes the door open. It’s not what you expected.
In place of the usual massive bed that occupied the space just earlier that morning is a more normal-sized bed. And, on top of that, it’s pretty, prettier than any boys room. 
You take a step inside and look around a bit more. The walls have been repainted--three of the walls in cream, one in a dark shade of green. The room’s been redecorated entirely, and then as you turn and take a look in the corner of the room you see a crib and an armchair, a dresser with a stuffed polar bear toy that you recognize from Doyoung’s bed sitting on top of it. 
“What is this?” You ask, then to Taeil, “Where will you sleep?”
“I moved down the hall.” Taeil grins. “We just thought that you need a space. For just you, for the baby.”
“You guys...”
You don’t know the exact moment when you start crying, but then you’re just suddenly in tears, bawling into the shoulder of whichever boy sweeps you first into a hug. They wrap around you, trying to comfort you, but you don’t exactly need comfort, you just need to outpour all of these emotions. 
“It’s lovely, thank you all.” You eventually manage to get the waterworks under control, and as you wipe at your tears, you lift your head, catch sight of the crib again, and you remember. “Oh, I forgot! Johnny and I, at the appointment, I decided I didn’t want to find out right away, not then. I felt like you should all be there when I find out. My mother wasn’t too thrilled with that, but we can have, like, a gender reveal party, with my parents, some friends.”
“A party? Here?” Doyoung asks, ruffling his hand through his hair. “When? It’s almost Christmas.”
“Next weekend? Do you think that’s too soon?” You look around at all of them. Ten and Taeyong glance at each other, looking doubtful. “It is too soon, isn’t it. What about the following weekend? The, what would that be, the thirteenth?” 
There’s murmurs around the room, the boys talking over their schedules, and after a few moments the general agreement is that they do have that day, for the most part, free for a party. 
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“I’m hungry.” You groan, sinking down onto the edge of Kun’s bed.
He looks up from his phone, frowning in confusion. “Why did you come in here instead of just going to the kitchen?”
“Because I don’t want to go all the way downstairs.” You shift, trying to get more comfortable, but that’s easier said than done. 
“Oh, I get it.” Kun laughs. “You want me to go down there, make you something, and bring it back up here for you to enjoy?” 
“I wouldn’t say no to that.” You finally lay down on your back, pillowing your head on Kun’s arm. “But, mostly I came in here because I know you have snacks. And snacks, plus cuddling in your bed is always going to be much, much better than walking downstairs to the kitchen.”
Kun rolls his eyes playfully and sits up, moving around you and bending over the edge of his bed to get at his snacks. You shift around, getting comfy, and tell him “I’ve been craving something salty. This baby just wants salty food.”
“Well, this baby convinced you to come to the right place.” Kun sits up again, dropping a bag of perfectly salty snacks into your lap. He settles back into place beside you, and after a few moments filled only with the sound of you crunching on your snacks, Kun asks, “Do you really not know what the baby is? Boy or girl?”
You shrug. “We really didn’t find out at the appointment, if that’s what you mean.”
“No, I believe you. But what do you think it is? Or what are you hoping for?” Kun steals his hand into the bag in your lap. 
You shrug, stuff your mouth full so you can buy yourself some time to think.  
“I don’t think I really know. I had a dream a while ago, though, with a baby boy. But I think a girl would be good too. Little girls always have such cute clothes, and I know more about girls than boys. ”
“That’s what we’re here for, though. Me and the guys.” Kun puts a hand on your belly. “I want the baby to be a girl. I think raising a daughter, getting to spoil her, treat her like a little princess, that would be great.”
You snort. “No matter if this baby’s a boy or a girl, I’m sure it’ll be spoiled rotten by all of you. Chenle’s already bought a few things, he told me, and then I’ll never want for babysitters, with all of you around. But I don’t think I’ll be disappointed either way, boy or girl.”
“And what about names? Have you seriously thought about that yet?” Kun asks, once again dipping his hand into the bag, stealing away a handful of the snack. And because he’s Kun and avidly listening to you as you both relax and snack in his bed, you tell him all of the names you’ve been considering, he makes suggestions, you both fall off in a tangent about naming your child after characters from movies or dramas or books.
You’re still talking about it when Jaehyun peeks his head through the door. “There you are.” 
“Here I am.” You sit up a little in Kun’s arms. “Were you looking for me?” 
Jaehyun glances around the room before his narrowing eyes fall to Kun’s hand on your belly. “Yeah. I mean, no, not really. I was just... missing you. I didn’t need anything.” His hand flexes around the edge of the door.
“We were just talking about baby names,” Kun says. “And talking about what she wants the baby to be. Boy or girl.”
Jaehyun steps inside the room then, closing the door back behind him as he comes over to sit on the floor beside the bed. “Definitely a boy. An athlete.”
“You just want a mini-you.” You reach into the bag (which has drastically lost most of its contents since Kun first gave it to you) and toss a few pieces in Jaehyun’s direction. 
“No, I just want a sweet baby with you.” Jaehyun tosses it right back at you, then lunges up to kiss you briefly. You twist your fingers in the front of his shirt, holding on even as he backs away. “Yeah, I hope you’re having a boy, but I bet you’re hoping for a girl, aren’t you? Taeyong told me he’s hoping for a girl because he’s already watched a boy be raised with his nephew, and he just thinks a girl will be easier.”
He’s probably not wrong. You often hear about the hijinks and mischief of little boys, and you imagine any son of yours, raised in a house like this, would definitely be chaotic, an uncontrollable whirlwind. Though, you’re sure that due to the influence of all of these men, a daughter might turn out equally as mischievous.
Kun and Jaehyun begin playfully bickering back and forth about names, and you zone out a bit, only snapping back to reality when Jaehyun puts a gentle hand on your knee. 
“Sorry, I’m feeling tired.” You shake your head, and move, trying to push yourself to sit up. “I should get to bed. Growing a baby is tiring, and I have to work tomorrow.”
Kun reluctantly watches you leave his bed, but you kiss him before you go. Jaehyun walks with you upstairs to your door, and he leans against the doorway as you go inside, his hand quickly snatching yours to keep you there a moment longer. 
“Goodnight.” He smiles, a loose, easy, happy expression. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You drape your arms over his shoulders, your hands tangle behind his neck, and you lean up to kiss him. Jaehyun smiles into the kiss, pushing it to be more than just a goodnight kiss, which you entertain for a moment longer. But you truly just want to sleep tonight, so you slide your arms from his shoulders, pressing your palm against his chest as you pull away.
“No,” Jaehyun moans greedily, giving you one, two, three more little kisses.
You bite your bottom lip and hold his gaze. Jaehyun’s warm eyes soak through you, heating you with a gentle radiant glow. Your stomach flutters, like the giddy butterflies you’d felt early on in this relationship.
“Goodnight, Jaehyun.” You pat his chest over his heart. “Love you, and I’ll see you in the morning.”
Jaehyun’s hand clings to yours, only slowly letting up his hold so your hand can slip out of his.  
“Go to bed,” you whisper at last, stepping inside and beginning to draw the door shut. “Go to sleep and dream about the baby. About me.”
Jaehyun laughs, steps close just one last time to kiss you, and then, as he pulls away, he murmurs, “You know I always dream about you.”
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It doesn’t feel practical to be having a threesome when you’re twenty weeks pregnant, with a big round belly, yet that’s exactly what you find yourself doing.
Jungwoo and Hendery are goofing around together while the three of you are shopping together. Laughing, pushing each other, being loud enough that they draw attention to the three of you, but the weather’s recently turned very cold as the winter season truly takes hold in these days leading up to Christmas, so they’re covered up with hats and scarves, and Hendery’s wearing a mask as well as glasses. You find it unlikely that anyone could recognize them, but you continuously try to calm them down just in case.
You’re shopping for a few things to decorate your nursery, for some last minute Christmas presents,  and originally you’d intended to come alone or to ask your mother or some of your friends if they wanted to come along, but at the last minute, Jungwoo volunteered and Hendery said he also had a need to go shopping.
You’d done Hendery’s shopping first, which had perhaps been a mistake as he was now weighed down with his own bags of new clothes. The emptying of his wallet had been encouraged by Jungwoo who was in a very bright mood, and suggest that Hendery buy everything he tried on, from a large fuzzy Nike jacket to a beanie that had cat ears, and even an umbrella that Hendery commented was pretty as the three of you passed by the store selling it. And now that he had all of these things, Hendery was distracted, and neither of them were helping you find the store you were looking for while you walked.
“Jungwoo!” You whine, clutching his arm and clinging to him when you have to turn around because the two of them stopped to play-fight right in the middle of this shopping mall.
An older man sitting on a bench a few feet away watches them somewhat fearfully, but a small group of young girls who are clustered together in front of a makeup store are hiding their giggles behind their hands.
“Sorry,” Jungwoo laughs. “Hendery’s just so cute, I can’t help but play with him today.” He reaches over as if to pinch Hendery’s cheek, and that just starts them off again.
“Ya!” You cry out, slapping at whichever of them is nearest you. “Focus!”
This time it’s Hendery’s turn to apologize. “Sorry, sorry.” He dramatically moves about six feet away from Jungwoo, well out of arm’s reach. “I promise to be good for the rest of this shopping trip.”
“Please. I just want to finish up and then go home.” You curl a hand over your belly as you feel something like bubbles, almost like you’re feeling gassy. And you know the sooner you get home the better if that’s the case. You refuse to use a public restroom just because you truly can’t be sure of how clean it is, and the risk of infections freaks you out, especially now that you’re pregnant and have another being's health to worry about.
“Are you okay?” Jungwoo asks, stepping closer, the light mood gone in an instant, replaced with concern as he notices you touching your belly. 
“I’m fine, let’s just go so we can head home.”
After that, they’re both still somewhat goofy, but they stop messing around so much. Even as you’re in the baby store so you can find some cute decorations, Hendery sticks close to you, smiling awkwardly when another pregnant customer starts chatting with you about some things he’d rather not hear about.
But at some point in the chat she asks you, “How far along are you?”
“Twenty weeks.” You place your hand on your bump. “It’s crazy when I think about it, like, it doesn’t feel like it’s been that long since I found out.”
She smiles. “Yes, but you should definitely enjoy it while you can. I remember my first one. Experiencing everything for the first time. Feeling my son kick for the first time was the strangest but most wonderful experience. Have you felt your little one yet?”
“Oh, I’m not really sure.” You look down at your belly while Hendery and Jungwoo whisper to each other a few feet away, looking at a selection of baby shoes. “I definitely haven’t felt like a kick.”
The woman laughs. “I don’t expect you would at only twenty weeks. The baby’s probably still too small for you to feel a big kick yet. For me it felt like butterflies in my tummy at first. Just little movements, kind of like gas sometimes, honestly.”
“Really?” You rub your hand over your round belly, thinking back to that feeling just earlier, thinking back further a few weeks, feeling random bouts of what you’d thought were nervous flutters. But maybe they were more. “Then I think I have.”
Almost as if it knows you’re talking about it, you feel it again. That little ripple of movement inside you that could almost be mistaken as something else. You look up at the woman in front of you, probably wide-eyed with surprise, and a smile breaks across your lips. 
“Did you feel it?” She asks, her own smile rising to her lips.
“Yeah.” Quickly, you turn to your boyfriends. “Guys, I felt the baby move!”
They both reach for you at the same time, hands on your belly. The woman laughs, “They probably won’t be able to feel it yet. But soon. My husband first felt our son kicking through my belly when I was about twenty-five, twenty-six weeks.”
You hurry to finish up in the store, but you can’t stop touching your belly, can’t stop trying to feel the baby moving. By the time you’re back at the house, you can think of nothing else.
You take your purchases up to your room, and Jungwoo follows you.
“What does it feel like?” He asks, trying to put his hands on your belly again as soon as you’ve laid the bags down in the corner by the crib. 
“Just a little flutter.” You tell him, moving to lay down on your bed. You pull your shirt up, exposing your belly to the room. Jungwoo comes closer, sitting on the edge of the bed. There’s a soft knock on the door, and then it cracks open, Hendery comes inside, his eyes eagerly falling on your belly. “I agree with that woman earlier. You probably won’t be able to feel it yet. When I feel it, it’s not that strong yet.” You move your hand over your belly, thinking, this is so weird.
You knew that there was a baby inside you. Obviously. You’ve dealt with the morning sickness and the sore tits and everything else. You’ve watched and felt your body changing to accommodate this new life. You’ve heard the heartbeat and seen the sonogram.
But now you’d felt that life moving within you. And that was the realist thing yet.
“That’s amazing.” Jungwoo caresses your belly, leaning in to drop a kiss right below your belly button. “Do you remember what I told you that night, when we were in the living room after our date?”
“Hmm?” You sink back fully into the pillows and glance over at Hendery as he comes closer. 
“About finding you pregnant very, very sexy.” Jungwoo kisses your belly again. “Your belly, your boobs. This glow.” His hands slide along your thighs and you shiver. He turns his head to the side, looking up at Hendery then back at you as he says, “I just want to make you feel good, princess. You’re doing so much, you deserve to feel good.”
“I do, don’t I?” You smile, lifting your hips a bit to encourage him.
Another kiss to your belly. His fingers at the waistband of your pants. 
“What about me?” Hendery asks. “I want in, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt her.” Jungwoo tugs your pants down from your hips, bringing your panties down too. “She’s not made of glass, and it’s not like she’s been abstinent since the baby was made. The baby’s going to be fine, she’ll be fine. Want me to show you how, Hendery?”
Hendery makes a face. “I know how to--”
“Then kiss her or something.” Jungwoo watches hungrily as you sit up just enough to pull your top over your head, then you reach back and unfasten your bra, and once that’s fallen away, you’re bare in front of the two of them.
“Your boobs.” Hendery groans lustfully. 
You feel Jungwoo’s lips hot on your belly, moving higher to the top of your bump. His hips drop against your leg, and you feel his erection, and when you reach for Hendery, wanting to drag him into a kiss, your fingers brush against the front of his pants, and he makes such a desperate sound, pushing his hips forward into your touch. 
Jungwoo nuzzles against your breasts, breath tickling along your skin. 
Hendery pulls his shirt over his head, sinking down to the bed with you, and his lips connect with yours in a messy, uncoordinated kiss as you plunge your hand down the front of his pants to touch him.
Hendery’s always easy like this, so easy to work up, to touch him and get him going quickly. 
You moan when Jungwoo touches you, slicking a finger between your folds, teasing. Hendery hurries to wiggle out of his pants, and his hand takes over from yours as he kneels up on the edge of the bed as soon as he’s free of the pants. Jungwoo flicks his tongue over one of your nipples and then sits up, kneeling back between your legs and looking at Hendery, then at you, then back at Hendery.
“Wanna suck you, Hendery,” you mumble, stroking down his thigh. His hand squeezes around his cock. “Please, you know I’ve missed your dick, the taste of you.”
“Fuck, princess, you’re wet.” Jungwoo enters you with two fingers, the glide easy because you truly are so wet right now. “Give it to her, Hendery. She’s clearly drooling for it.”
Hendery shifts forward on the bed, and you open your mouth for him. His eyes all but roll back in his head with pleasure as he sinks his dick between your lips. And while you’re distracted in getting Hendery’s dick wet, Jungwoo’s fat tip presses against your pussy, and with just a push, you stretch open around him, taking him in just as well as Hendery.
It feels so good to have them both inside you. It’s been months since you last got double-teamed; the boys are scared enough when having sex with you one-on-one, but doing it like this, the closest you’ve had to this was when rolling around with Xiaojun he’d given you his fingertips to suck on while he was inside you. 
“Oh, god.” Hendery moans.
You wrap your hand around him, and bobbing your head on him, focusing on just the tip, it’s easy to get him close. Hendery’s been without any action except for himself for so long, since at least a couple weeks before you realized you were pregnant. 
You drag his cock between your lips, push down once on him, taking him deep. You hungrily lick and suck, working your very best to get Hendery off while Jungwoo thrusts into you. 
Hendery’s cock falls from your lips, and his breath comes out raggedly as his hand jerks over his length, carrying him to his orgasm. You feel it splash warm across your chest and your chin, striped across your breasts. You moan, stretching up to wrap your lips around his tip again, licking, lightly sucking, and you snake a hand down your body to touch yourself, fingers on your clit as Jungwoo pulls out, running his hand over himself.
And when you feel his cock rub against your belly, you get what he’s doing. His kink for your pregnant body doesn’t end with just fucking you, he wants to cum on you, mark up your pregnant belly with his semen. 
“Jungwoo, Jungwoo, please!” You pant, sliding your own fingers inside yourself, trying to reach your orgasm. “Wanna cum!”
“Ah, baby.” Hendery pets your hair. “Want me to help you?”
You nod, already grabbing his hand, bringing it down your body, but his hand slows as it passes your belly, and before he can even touch you, Jungwoo swats his hand away. 
Jungwoo fucks back into you, his hands touching your belly, driving into you again and again. 
The orgasm shudders through you, powerful and good, and Jungwoo pulls out a second later, and his cum stripes across your swollen belly. Carefully, so as to avoid landing on you, Jungwoo drops off to your side and pushes his face into your pillow with a satisfied sigh.
Hendery disappears into the ensuite bathroom, emerging a few moments later with a damp cloth which he uses to wipe the drying cum from your chest, chin, and belly. He gently wipes between your legs, and then runs it once more over your belly. 
“That was the first time I’ve had sex in this bed.” You sigh, wiping your hand across your forehead, brushing away some hair. “Thanks.”
Hendery laughs. “Oh, anytime.” 
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It feels very strange having your parents there in the house along with all of your boyfriends and the younger boys. If your parents think this is an odd location for your sex reveal party, they don’t comment on it. They don’t ask you why Johnny’s parents aren’t there. They certainly don’t ask why all of the older boys are eagerly introducing themselves to your parents, or question why your mother walks in on you holding Kun’s hand in the kitchen. 
If your parents find any or all of this strange, they don’t say a word, and for that you’re very grateful.
Because the day has finally come to learn the sex of your baby.
It’s been two weeks since the appointment, and Johnny has sworn up and down that he hasn’t looked at the envelope. He hid it away where no one would find it, so no one else would be tempted to open it until the party.
As you’d begun setting things up for the party the day before, cleaning the house, organizing, you’d entrusted one of the boys’ managers with picking up a gender reveal cake for you. She’d been supportive of your pregnancy since the boys had told their managers about it, so you trusted her to do it well.
And then there’s your friends. Your close group of friends who already had suspected your baby daddy to be an idol after that last dinner. It had started out as a joke, obviously, but as you wanted to invite them to the party, and after talking with the boys, you’d texted your group chat with your friends and told them that the father actually is an idol, you can’t say who, just that he is.
So naturally, after telling them and inviting them to the party, they were all asking you all over again who the father was, and you refused to tell them, just made them promise that if they came to the party, they wouldn’t talk about it. You didn’t want to ruin any careers over this pregnancy. And you trusted them a lot.
Having all of them here--you parents, your friends, your hoard of boyfriends, and the other members--was very odd.
Especially when you overheard Mark and Ten and YangYang giggling together about you inviting your parents to a sex party. “Sex reveal party! A reveal! Not a sex party.” You’d cried out in exasperation. 
 As everyone showed up to the party, they were dressed in either pink or blue, depending on whether they thought you were having a boy or a girl. It was interesting to finally see what each of your boyfriends thought as they emerged from their rooms wearing either color. 
“I just don’t own anything pink,” Taeyong tells you, tugging at the strings of his blue hoodie. “But I think it’s a girl.”
Your friends arrive in their various shades, the majority of them wearing blue. As soon as their eyes land on Mark, you hear gasps. 
“What the fuck, I knew it!” The friend that had been with you when you ran into Taeyong during your break wraps her arm through yours. 
“NCT?” Another of your friends cries, pulling you even closer into the midst of them. “The father of your baby is a member of NCT? How the fuck did you manage that? Why have you kept this a secret for so long?”
The hungry eyes and titters among a few of the girls is reason enough, you think. There’s a jealous flare in your belly as one of them tries to catch Lucas’s eye as he passes by wearing a gaudy pink sweater.
“It wasn’t easy, I promise you. Just, don’t flirt with them, okay?” You try to slip away, wanting to go hide in the balloon bouquet of blue, purple, and pink that someone had placed in the corner by the stairs. 
“What? You want to keep them all for yourself? Babe, that’s just not practical.” One of your friends laughs, and the others laugh too. You feel warm now because that’s exactly what you want; all of them for yourself. It might not be practical, but it is reality. “So which one of them is it? Which one are you dating?”
You praise the universe in the next moment when your mother comes over, all smiles and her second mimosa in her hand. “That Doyoung is so polite. Girls! You’ve made it! Goodness, when was the last time I saw you?” She pulls your friends into hugs, and in that time, you escape.
You sit down beside Jisung (in blue) and Ten (in pink) at the kitchen table where they’re picking through the snacks, nibbling and now watching your friends warily.
“How much do they know again?” Ten asks you.
You reach for his glass of water, gulping it down to calm yourself. “They know that one of you is the father, I haven’t given them any name or anything. I did, however, make them promise not to talk about being here today. God, I’m nervous.”
Ten covers your hand with his, squeezing gently, and says, “Don’t be” at the same time as Jisung asks, “About what you’re having or your friends finding out that you don’t even know who the dad is?”
You just groan and drop your face into your arms. Ten laughs but puts a soothing hand on your back. “It’s okay. You know it’ll be fine.”
Your nerves just continue to increase as you notice your father trying to chat with Johnny (in blue) even as Mark (also in blue) keeps trying to get your father to talk with him, and your mother is simply being charmed by Kun (wearing both pink and blue, unable to decide) and Jaemin (wearing an unhelpful shade of pale purple that could almost be pink) and Taeyong. And then there’s your friends, dispersing among the boys, sometimes huddling together in pairs to whisper, sometimes they’re all over the place-- one talking to Lucas, while another blushes as she asks Taeil to hand her a napkin to wipe up the drink she spilled, while another stands beside Ten and Yuta to admire Ten’s tattoos.
“Relax.” Jaehyun comes up behind you, startling you. His hands settle on your shoulders. “You’re so tense, I feel like you need some cake. Then for this party to end, then maybe a nap or at least a footrub, right? Nice bubblebath?” His hands massage your shoulders, thumbs digging in wonderfully to the tense muscles. 
You drop your head back with a groan. “That sounds great.”
“I’ll go get the cake,” he whispers. His lips just barely brush against your cheek in a kiss, and then he’s gone, disappearing into the kitchen to fetch the cake from where their manager left it chilling in the fridge. 
“Everyone!” You call, but your voice shakes and gets lost in the din of other voices. Doyoung notices you though, so he shouts instead, “Everyone!”
The attention in the room shifts to Doyoung beside you until he waves at you, passing all of the attention right onto you. Nervously you rest your hands on your belly. 
“We’re going to cut the cake now.” You move over toward a small table that had been moved into the living room, in front of a wall of blue and pink streamers and balloons and golden string lights that Ten and WinWin had hung up earlier that morning. 
Jaehyun emerges from the kitchen, carrying the cake in front of him. Renjun’s right behind him with a knife and a stack of plates.
As soon as Jaehyun sets the cake down and Renjun’s handed you the knife, you stand alone up there. 
You’d decided it was best if you stood up there alone. Yes, as far as your parents are aware Johnny’s the father, but you don’t really want your friends to think that because it’s simply not a certainty. So all of the boys stand back, and you clear your throat. 
If your parents and friends can feel the pure excitement and anticipation radiating off of most of the young men in the room, they don’t seem to think twice about it. But every eye is on you as you lift up the knife Renjun handed you, as you make your first slice into the cake. An excited ripple moves through the room as you make the second cut. And then you slip the knife under the slice and carefully bring the slice out of the cake, revealing the color inside.
Cheers around the room.
Pink! Pink! The cake is pink!
You throw yourself into the arms of the first boy who approaches you. Jungwoo, Johnny, Lucas, Jaehyun, Kun, they all pile in.
“Careful! Careful!” You hear your mother crying. “Be careful with her!”
The boys all back away, giving you just enough space, and Johnny’s hands fall to your round belly. Doyoung touches the back of your head, his fingers wandering down through your hair, settling on the back of your neck. WinWin stands right beside you, nearly bouncing in his excitement.
Your mother rushes forward and your friends, all gathering around you to touch your belly. Already your mother’s suggesting names to you. One of your friends, who’s already had a daughter, is offering you hand-me-downs. With everyone around you like this, the heat of everybody surrounding you, your head begins to buzz, and you look around, searching for anything to steady you.
“Cake? Who wants cake?” Mark asks, and you turn to see him right beside you, a slice of cake on a plate in his hand. He starts slicing and handing them out, getting people to move away from you, offering you more space to breathe. 
You sit down at an empty spot on the sofa. Johnny sits down beside you, grinning, handing a delightfully pink slice of cake to you. He bumps his shoulder against yours. 
“A girl. A baby girl. What do you think about that?” He asks.
You put a gentle hand on your belly, feeling the baby--your baby girl--stir inside you. Lately you’re more in-tune to those movements. You can tell the difference between butterflies and gassiness and her moving inside you. 
“Eat up, baby. Let this little girl taste her celebratory cake.” Johnny taps the plate, and then stands up, clearing the space beside you for your closest friend to slip into. Johnny goes over to Jaehyun and Hendery, throwing his arms over their shoulders, all three of them cheering. 
“Congratulations!” She folds one leg over the other. “A sweet baby girl. And with a daddy like this, she’ll have life made.” She grins and looks around the room, scanning over all of the boys, your other friends, your parents. “But really, which one of them is it? I’ve been watching you, trying to figure it out, but I can’t tell. You seem really close with all of them.”
You push a forkful of cake between your lips. “I am close with all of them.”
“Right, but which of them got you pregnant?” And then her voice drops lower. “And at dinner you said they, so like, is that they two of them that you’re with, or one of them with someone else?”
“I can’t tell you that.” You reply, keeping your voice low so no one else hears. “I can’t risk it getting out.”
She smiles again, amused and victorious even though you didn’t really tell her anything. “I’ll take that as you’re having sex with two of them. You don’t have to tell me, but I just hope that you’re happy with them.” 
“I really am. Happy.” You lean back, stroking your bump. “They make me so happy, how could they not when because of them I have this to look forward to.” You feel like you’re probably smiling like a fool, looking down at your belly, unable to block out the daydreams that pour through your mind. A life with your daughter. You feel that little now-familiar flutter. “I’m having a girl. A daughter.”
You look up from your belly, catching Yuta’s eye from across the room. He winks at you, and you can’t help the giddy feeling that rises up in you, so you just laugh, sinking back in your seat, feeling more relaxed, lighter, happier.
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a/n: oof this was a long one, now I hope y’all see why I split the last one and this one into two parts instead of keeping it as one long one. I’m not really sure when the next part is going to be posted, but I do have a drabble to post probably a week from now. I hope you enjoyed this part, like that resolution to Mark proposing, I really enjoyed seeing everyone’s reactions to that ending of Good Things. Please let me know what you thought, as usual, reblogs, comments, likes are super appreciated! 
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a-cupof-jo · 3 years
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Puppy Love
When Mark brings a puppy home he has to make sure that nobody else finds out.
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Pairing: Mark x Y/n
Warnings: none
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He had never been more relieved that he lived with a group of home bodies. Closing the front door softly he glanced around the dorm. The only light coming from the TV Taeil had fallen asleep in front of. He glanced down as the lump on his chest shifted. Zipping his jacket up further he quickly made it to his room.
He cracked the door open and glanced around the room confirming that his roommate was not there. Unzipping his jacket he sighed with relief and grabbed the wriggling lump inside. He laughed as he lifted it to his face. Wide eyes stared at him before a pink tongue lick at his nose. “No don’t do that,” he giggled and the spotted puppy yelped at him. “Sh! You have to try to be quiet. Nobody in the dorm can know you’re here.” He set the puppy on the floor. “Wait here. I’m going to get you some food and water.” The puppy bounced after him and tried to slip through the door. “You can’t come with me. I promise I’ll be right back.”
He closed the door making sure the puppy wasn’t in the way. A small whimper slipped under the door as he walked away. Opening the fridge he looked for something the puppy might be able to eat. What can a puppy eat? Is it old enough to have dry food or does it still need wet food and milk? Warm milk should be a safe option he decided. The glass bowl with milk in it rotated in the microwave as he looked for something else for it. He heard a small bark come from his room. Grabbing the milk and a package of sausage sticks he made it to his room before another yelp could be heard.
“I’m back. I’m back. No need to be upset.” the puppy scampered between his legs. “I know you’re excited.” he sat on the floor placing the milk in front of him. “I didn’t know what you needed so I grabbed what I could.” The puppy sniffed at the milk before lapping at it. “Okay, good. The milk was a good move.” Once it had finished the milk it sniffed at the sausage he held. “Alright boy, you wanna try the sausage now.” He broke the sausage into tiny pieces before offering it to the puppy. A giggle escaped him as the puppy’s sandpaper like tongue ran across his palm. “You like it?” he asked, offering another piece.
He jumped as the door flew open, “Hey Mark have you seen my-”
“Close the door!” Mark lunged for the puppy that rushed to the open door. “Catch him!” he yelped as the puppy slipped out of his hands.
Haechan grabbed the long haired dog and kicked the door closed. “Mark,” the man on the floor looked up. “Why do you have a puppy?"
"I didn’t mean to get him,” Mark grabbed the puppy from Haechan.
Haechan frowned, “So you somehow, accidentally, got a puppy?” Mark nodded. “Mark! How do you accidentally get a puppy?”
Mark looked panicked as he set the puppy down to run around, “I don’t know! I was walking around and I heard something coming from a dumpster and when I checked, there he was."
"That could have been anything! A rat, a possum, a racoon, a snake, you’re lucky that it was just this puppy.” Haechan reached down to rub it. “But that also explains why he’s such a mess,” he frowned at the dirt on his hand. “Let’s give him a bath and figure out what’s going on underneath that grime."
Mark nodded as Haechan picked up the puppy and peaked through the door, "All clear.” he slipped across the hall into the bathroom. The puppy wriggled while Mark turned on the shower, “Oh, I know, but we have to get you all washed up and not smelling like the garbage."
Mark grabbed a bottle of shampoo and squeezed a dollop onto his hand before gently scrubbing the wet puppy. Haechan held the puppy further away as it tried to shake the water and soap off.  "Hold him still,” Mark gripped.
“Hurry up,” Haechan huffed. Mark glarred before rinsing the puppy off. “Go grab towels,” Haechan nodded to the linen cabinet.
Mark wrapped the puppy in a large towel, “There we go.” Haechan set him on the floor yelping as the puppy shook. “Now we have to clean the bathroom. Nice job."
"Hey, he wanted down,” Haechan whined.
“Well now he’s going back to my room,” Mark picked the puppy up. “Once we dry him some more.” he grinned as Haechan glared holding open another towel.
“Look at you!” Haechan cooed as he opened his phone camera. “You’re so handsome.”
Mark opened his closet, “What are you even doing up here?"
Haechan didn’t look away from his phone, "Oh, I was looking for one of my hoodies. I thought you might have it."
Mark heard a ping go off, "What was that?” He lifted his phone to see a notification from NCT Dream’s group chat. “What is this?” He held up the screen a picture of the puppy illuminating from it.
“I just had to share a picture of him!” Haechan smiled as he picked up the fluffy puppy. “Since we can’t tell the hyungs I wanted to share him with the others."
Mark sighed, "How long until they get here?”
“10 minutes max,” Haechan wiggled his fingers as the puppy nipped at him.
“You were going to hide him from us,” Jaemin whined. “Why?”
“Because you guys don’t know how to keep your mouths shut,” Mark watched the puppy bounce around the room. “Plus, everybodies going to find out eventually. You can’t hide a puppy."
"If they find out then we have to get rid of him,” Jisung frowned as the puppy scampered across his lap.
Mark sighed, “When did he become ours? I’m the one who found him."
Jeno grinned, "But you love us so, you’ll let us love him."
“I heard there was a puppy,” y/n opened the door and looked around the room.
“Y/n,” Mark stood to greet her. He leaned in to give her a kiss, “Hey, babe. Where’s the puppy?” her eyes locked on the ball fur licking Renjun’s face. “Oh look that you!” She scooped him up. “What names are you thinking of?”
“Names?” Mark frowned. “Um”
“Mark, you have to give him a name!” she giggled as the puppy squirmed. The puppy barked in excitement. “Sh bubby. You can’t be caught yet.”
A knock came from the door. “Mark,” Taeil poked his head in. “I thought I heard- Is that a puppy?”
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sneezyminniejo · 2 years
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Stubborn With The Weather
Johnny and Mark are stubborn about Winter temperatures
It was early January and the members of NCT were getting ready to film for a variety show. They didn’t really know what was planned, just that the filming was going to be outside.
“How cold is it outside?” One of the members could be heard asking amongst the chaos that was the 127 dorm “It’s negative five degrees out, so we should all bundle up.” replied Taeyong. This caused the members of 127 dorm to all start grabbing their winter gear (minus Mark and Donghyuck, who are with Dream this morning and will meet up at the film site). It took another another half hour before the members were finally ready to leave. 
The members of the 127 dorm were the last ones to arrive. The members of the Wayv and Dream dorm were already present, beginning to get their hair and makeup done. Once everyone was ready, all 23 members gathered on a field outside, where it was revealed that they would be playing a series of games in the snow. There were a combination of cheers and groans coming from the various members.
“Johnny, Why have you taken your coat off?” Taeyong asked as he saw the younger take it off and sling it over his arm. “You said this morning that it was negative five degrees out, so I grabbed my coat. However it feels much more like it’s around twenty three degrees, much too warm for a coat in the middle of winter.” “Johnny, I think you’re getting celsius and fahrenheit mixed up again. Twenty three degrees will put you at the beginning of Summer.” Johnny shrugged. “RegardlessYoung-ah, it’s too hot out for a coat.”
The leader of the group sighed before hearing a commotion coming from the Dream members. “Hyung, It’s literally below freezing. You should be wearing your coat.” Taeyong turned his attention over to the other group only to see Jisung arguing with Mark. “Mark-ah, Jisung-ah, come over here please.” The duo were quick to come over, only looking a tiny bit concerned at the leader’s exasperated expression.
“Mark, why is it that you’re also not wearing a coat?” Mark looked confused for a moment before answering. “I’m not wearing a coat because it’s too hot for one. But I'm wearing a sweater, so it’s fine.” Taeyoung sighed at the response, then went to see how the others were doing before filming really got started.
The first task involved the twenty three members being split up into two teams and making as many snowballs as possible. Team one consisted of Taeyong, Johnny, Mark, Ten, Jisung, Jaemin, Kun, Hendery, Shotaro, Chenle,  Yangyang, and Jaehyun. Team two consisted of Yuta, Doyoung, Jeno, Haechan, Xiaojun, Winwin, Renjun, Sungchan, Lucas, Taeil, and Jungwoo.
The two teams had fifteen minutes to make as many snowballs as possible and it was pretty chaotic. Both teams had a decent amount of snowballs. The group was about to move on to the next activity,  when there was a small commotion from the maknae. “Taeyong hyung, Mark and Johnny hyungs took off their coats again.”
Taeyong turned to where Jisung was pointing, and sure enough, both Mark and Johnny were now wearing only a t-shirt. Taeyong walked over to the duo “Mark, Johnny, Where are your coats?” “Ten looked cold, so I gave him my coat.” Johnny shrugged as he gestured over Ten, who was now wearing two coats. “And you Mark?” the leader asked. “Same here. I had already taken off my sweater when Johnny hyung noticed Ten looking cold, and he suggested that we should give him our warm clothes since we weren’t using them.” Taeyong rubbed his forehead. “I would like you both to be wearing a coat, but I can’t make you. However, when you both inevitably get sick because we’re spending the entire day out here, don’t come crying to me about it.” “Okay hyung, but we’re not going to get sick. It doesn’t work like that.” The group was then called to get started on the next activity, so the conversation ended.
The groups wound up building snow forts, followed by a massive game of capture the flag with snowballs. They played five rounds of capture the flag, making more snowballs in between each game. By the end of the fourth game, Johnny and Mark were beginning to look cold, but they vehemently refused to ask Ten for their coats back. On the basis that it’s too warm for a coat.
Once the final game ended, Ten gave Johnny and Mark their warm clothes back and Taeyong made them put them on before getting in the vans to head back to the dorm (Winwin had gone back to the Wayv dorm). Upon arrival Taeyong made sure that Johnny and Mark had first showers and gave them steaming mugs of hot cocoa. Everyone went to bed that night in high spirits, as they had a day off before doing more filming. However,  the duo from North America were adamant that they were fine and there was no way they were going to get sick.
The following morning Taeyong was in the kitchen making breakfast for all the members of the 127 dorm, when Jungwoo came in looking slightly frantic. “Hyung, do you know where we keep the thermometer?” Taeyong stopped what he was doing to look at the younger. “Who’s sick, Mark or Johnny?”  “Both?” Jungwoo said in a questioning tone. Before Taeyong could ask any clarifying questions, a round of coughing could be heard from down the hallway.
Taeyong sighed, “The thermometer should be in one of the bathroom cabinets on the left most side. Let me know what their temps are.” Jungwoo nodded before running off in the direction of the bathrooms. Taeyong sighed as he continued making breakfast for everyone.
By the time breakfast was ready, everyone had filtered out of their rooms. However Johnny and Mark were half asleep at the table, their noses already beginning to turn pink from repeatedly rubbing at their runny noses. Breakfast was punctuated with sniffles and occasional coughing from the two North Americans. When breakfast ended the sick duo wordlessly got up and got themselves situated in the living room.
Yuta and Doyoung had gathered tissue boxes and blankets, bringing them to the living room. Johnny was the first one to grab a tissue as his breath began to hitch. “Hih-tschhhh, heh-tschhh.” Johnny blew his nose and leaned back against the couch. “Bless you hyung.” said Mark shortly before coughing into his fist.
Taeyong came into the room carrying a tray with mugs of tea, Jaehyun following with another tray. “I told you being outside in the cold without a coat was going to make you sick.” The leader said. Mark just shook his head, “Hyung, like we said yesterday, it doesn’t work like that. It’s the middle of Winter, so we’re in closer proximity to each other. Because of that, chances are we were pro-prob-istchh, -itschhh, probably getting sick.” Mark grabbed a couple of tissues and blew his own nose. “If you say so, hyung.” said Donghyuck as he helped pass out the mugs of tea.
A couple hours later, Taeil had left the room and returned with the thermometer. Both of their temps came back as a low grade fever. The duo was also beginning to drift off while sitting upright.
“Okay guys, I think it’s nap time now.” Taeyong said. Mark and Johnny were both whining about being told to take a nap, but didn’t actually fight it when the others helped their half asleep bodies navigate to  their beds.
Once the two sickies were sound asleep in their beds, the others reconvened in the living room. “So they definitely got sick from not wearing a coat yesterday right?” Doyoung asked. The others all hummed in agreement.
“Definitely, but they’re too prideful from growing up in colder climates to admit it. Heck, I think at one point I saw Johnny begin to shiver a little before Taeyoung made him get his coat back from Ten.” Yuta supplied.
“Hyungs, it ultimately doesn’t matter whether or not they got sick from not wearing a coat. At least they’re not hiding the fact that they’re sick like some people have done in the past.” Donghyuck responded. The group all agreed that they weren’t going to try to get the duo to admit that their stubborn decision making is what probably got them sick, and instead began discussing whether or not they should stay home instead of doing another day of outdoor filming tomorrow.
The rest of the day was much the same. Both Johnny and Mark were coughing and sneezing periodically throughout the day. Because the dorm only had one humidifier, they put the duo in the same room. They gave them some meds and retired for the night themselves.
The following morning, the duo had very marginally improved. At breakfast, the two sickies seemed even more asleep than breakfast the day before. “Hyungs, you look absolutely awful. I don’t think you should go to the filming site today.” Everyone except for Johnny and Mark verbally concurred, while the duo nodded, Johnny coughing into his fist, and Mark trying not to fall back asleep.
“Got it. Neither of you are in any condition to leave the dorm today. Jaehyun, Taeil, You two can stay here and make sure they get proper sustenance. The two eldest healthy members agreed and the others got ready to head out.
Once the others had left, it became very clear that Neither Johnny nor Mark had any energy to do anything other than go back to their room to sleep. Taeil made sure to check their temperatures again and was relieved that it hadn’t gone up any for either member.
Jaehyun and Taeil made sure that the sick members were fed and hydrated throughout the day and were glad that they didn’t need to do much else. The four of them were watching tv when the others returned.
“So how are you two feeling?” Taeyong asked. He got coughs and nose blows in response. “They pretty much spent the entire day sleeping. I wouldn’t be surprised if they stay up all night.” Taeil told the leader.
“Sounds good, but next time we’re filming outside, you are both wearing warmer clothes if it’s under five degrees celsius.” Taeyong then quickly did something on his phone then looked at Johnny. “That’s forty one degrees fahrenheit for you mister.” The duo nodded at the mini lecture then went back to watching tv. 
Johnny and Mark spent the next week sick, but Taeyong allowed them to resume schedules after day three when their fevers had broken. Taeyong had also texted all the other members to make sure that no one else would pull a similar stunt of not wearing a coat in below freezing temperatures.
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inctlife · 3 years
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Healthy | MTI ~ Taemi
genre: angst, fluff
summary: taemi’s birth includes complications
age: Taemi = newborn
warnings: labour, labour complications (heart defects, jaundis)
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“Just a few more pushes, Y/N!” the midwife smiled.
“You can do it, precious,” Taeil whispered, one hand stroking your hair gently, the other one being squeezed to death by yours.
You began to sob, Taeil sighing as wiped away your tears.
“It hurts so bad!” you screeched.
Taeil smiled, giving you a quick kiss, mumbling against your lips, “you’re amazing. Just a few more pushes and we met our daughter.”
With a deep breath, you pushed once again, feeling a rush of relief as the midwife took your baby into her arms.
“She’s not crying,” you gasped, looking to your husband in worry, “why isn’t she crying?!”
Suddenly, there was a rush of nurses surrounding your baby, dashing her away.
“What is it?!” you exclaimed, already having been through this once, “what’s wrong?!”
“I’m sure it’s okay,” Taeil whispered, “you did so well.”
“No, look!” you sobbed, seeing one of nurses started to pump her fingers on your daughter’s tiny body.
“Mrs Moon, Mr Moon, your daughter had managed to tangle the umbilcal cord around her neck, restricting her breath flow,” the midwife explained.
“All good,” the nurse spoke, many hands now taking the small baby around the room as cries sounded out, you and Taeil almost fainting with relief.
“But, she’s all healthy,” the midwife smiled, “congratulations.”
Sobbing once again, Taeil pulled you into his arms, kissing your head.
“She’s here, we have our daughter. Our baby,” he sighed.
“Here you go, Mrs Moon,” a nurse spoke, bowing as she handed you the baby.
Taking the bundle of blankets into your arms, you sniffled.
“Don’t do that to us, Miss,” you scolded.
Taeil laughed, pushing the blankets away from her mouth and leaning down to give her a kiss, “you scared us, princess.”
“She’s so pretty though,” you whispered, stroking the side of her face with a gentle finger, “her skin—”
“Stop worrying,” Taeil chuckled, “she’s here, in your arms, alive and healthy. That’s what matters. We did it, or, really, you did it.”
“The results of our testing do say that baby Moon has jaundis,” a nurse announced, breaking the silent, calm atmosphere, “but after a couple days in UV lights, she should be good to go, we’ll make sure to keep an eye on her in the meantime. Congratulations.”
You nodded, smiling back down at your baby.
“Our Taemi,” Taeil whispered, his voice a quiet call, “thank you.”
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ofaprilflowers · 3 years
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- part 2: home? - 
warnings: descriptions of injuries, not too detailed.
tags: shout out to my first-ever requested tags, @sista7-7​  @softieus​ and @marrambles​ yay! Thank you for reading and sorry for the late update TT. Hope you guys enjoy :)
disclaimers: I am not a medical professional, this is all part of my imagination and totally made-up therefore is in no way accurate. If you find any part I could improve on, do tell. I would appreciate the feedback. Other than that, enjoy! <3
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It took another week for me to finally be discharged. A week of rehabilitation and physiotherapy (which Dr. Hwang said would be continued after my discharge TT). I had lost strength in my extremities and also my sense of balance. This, I found out after almost falling down right on my face when I attempted to climb out of bed for the first time. Almost, well because thankfully, he was there. 
My parents had arrived the night I woke up. My mother immediately cupping my face, tears brimming in her eyes while my father just took my hand in his and smiled every time I looked his way. 
It felt surreal, honestly. My family and I were close. But we were not exactly the type to be crying and holding each other, or professing our love for each other. We were the laugh-at-each-other’s-life-problems-cuz-I-had-it-worse-than-you type of family. Then again, for me it felt like I was waking up from a long nap, while for them, they didn’t know whether I would make it or not so, fair enough.
Turns out, the accident was pretty bad. My head had to be stitched up and so now there was a nasty gash above my left eye (it was definitely gonna scar but let’s not think about that right now). My arms where full of cuts and scrapes from the broken windshield. My legs and chest, badly bruised. Dr. Hwang said they had healed fairly well in the past two weeks, but I still cringed at how ugly they looked every time I caught a glimpse. He also mentioned that I was lucky not to have sustained any other serious injuries other than my head trauma. I was grateful of course, but losing my memory was deleterious enough. 
I woke up every morning feeling confused as to why the heck I was at a hospital and it took a few groggy minutes to remember. Sometimes it took seeing Jaehyun- either curled up asleep on the armchair or standing next to the window with a cup of coffee in hand- for me to come crashing back into reality. 
I learnt through my mother- who had attempted to fit the past 2 weeks of my unconsciousness along with the last 6 years into a 2 day crash-course- that Jaehyun was the only one who stayed at the hospital every day and night. My mother had stayed the first week, as my condition stabilised however, she opted to visiting daily. That also depended on whether my father was available to drive her 45 minutes to the hospital from home. You see, my parents were rational people, but I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of hurt. I mean I was laying unconscious on a hospital bed yet there were still other important stuff to be handled. Well, as they say, life goes on, right? Kind of made me think if I had just hallucinated the tears brimming in her eyes the other day.
While my mother would babble on about looking on the bright side and starting my life again, Jaehyun’s presence was like having a burden be lifted. I know I’ve lived most of our “acquaintence-ship” hating him, but I made a mental note to properly thank him for this in particular. On every occasion that my head felt like it was about to burst from the overwhelming information my mother was flooding me with, he’d interject, naturally bringing her focus to something other than trying to piece me back together. Often times he’d ask her to join him for a cup of coffee, or show her things he was currently working on. I’d close my eyes then and pretend to fall asleep.
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“So, you’re saying, I should continue my life ‘as normal as possible’. Meaning?” We (the doctor and I) were currently in his office. By tomorrow morning I was finally leaving. Goodbye to the sanitary, boring hospital, hello to......well, life?
The doctor had explained all the procedures and follow-up appointments that were to come. Both to Jaehyun and I. Then, we talked about going home and that’s when I realised, home had changed. I don’t know how we had avoided addressing it, or maybe I was the only one in denial of it. I mean throughout the week after regaining consciousness, although Jaehyun was there, we barely talked. Mostly because I became a selective mute, and he, well I guess he was respecting my space?
Dr. Hwang had noticed the awkward silence that had passed after he mentioned about going home and quickly changed the subject, calling in a nurse to guide Jaehyun in signing my discharge papers or something. After he left, the doctor didn’t hesitate in putting on what I call his “uncle-face”.
“As normal as possible, meaning that it’s better if you return to your daily routines prior to the accident,” he explained for the nth time.
I fidgeted in my seat. “But, wouldn’t that cause me more distress? It’s a life a barely know.” “Astrid,” he began, straightening his back. “I understand how hard it my be for you to wrap you head around all this. 6 years is a lot. But it is your life. Your experiences and memories throughout that period were real, and you deserve to remember them. You need to give your life a chance.”
Well, damn. He had a point. He should’ve been a therapist instead.
“And, what if my memories don’t come back?” I prodded.
“Well then, at least maybe you’ll learn more about yourself.” Okay, then. Here we go, Astrid.
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We live in a loft?!?!
Pretty sure my eyes were bulging out of my head but wow.
Eyes wandering around the space, I tried to take in everything at once. This was certainly NOT what I had expected. This can’t be real right? I must absolutely be dreaming.
“Welcome...home?” Jaehyun said.
My head snapped in his direction, mouth agape. He smiled sheepishly, his infamous dimples popping out, his hands tucked into his jean pockets, his shoulders lifted briefly. He looked like a child, shyly presenting to the world his greatest creation. I almost smiled. Almost. 
“You like it?” he asked.
I scoffed. “For real?”
My eyes turned back to the space he had referred to as home. Well, it didn’t feel like home (yet. Remember Astrid we’re giving this a chance), but yes, I absolutely love it!
I took in my surroundings again and this time, couldn’t help the smile that crept up my cheeks. 
The space was gorgeous. It was big, but not huge. It was small, but not tiny. It was spacious enough to have everything and more. There was an L-shaped sofa that could probably fit 5 or maybe even 7 people if squeezed in together. There were even 2 more smaller ones in front of it. Perfect for a small gathering. Opposite the living room was a kitchen, with a small kitchen island. God, I’ve always dreamed of having an island. There was another floor and at the stairs leading up to it were ceiling-high windows with a bumped-out seat, all set with pillows on one end and potted plants on the other. It looked like the perfect spot to read or stargaze at night. I walked into the living room, the brick walls were covered in framed movie posters and artwork, some smaller frames containing pictures which I guessed were probably a collection of memories.
I stepped closer and caught a glimpse of some familiar faces in unfamiliar settings. One photo caught my eye. It was a photo I remember, taken earlier this ye- I mean well, early 2017, right after graduation. I was sandwiched between Jungwoo and Ten, holding up a peace sign to the camera. Jaehyun on Jungwoo’s other side, hand around the latter’s shoulders. Others in the picture smiling widely, so many poses, so many expressions. Literally, it felt like yesterday. 
“You remember that?” Jaehyun probed. 
I smiled. “Yeah, just a couple weeks before Taeil’s birthday bash, right?”
Then, something flickered in my mind. Of Jaehyun, smirking at a table with his friends, of them exchanging words and laughter, of me hearing something I probably shouldn’t have. Jaehyun had many circles of friends, being the typical extroverted, super-friendly campus sweetheart. This circle was one I wasn’t quite familiar with, least to say I didn’t really like them. I felt my cheeks heat up as my blood boiled at the thought of that memory.
“You wanna see upstairs?” Jaehyun’s voice pulled me back into reality. I turned to look at him. He was standing right next to me, looking almost exactly the same as the Jaehyun I knew. The Jaehyun that I couldn’t stand being in the same room with. The Jaehyun that always had a competitive, mischievous glint in his eye. The Jaehyun that would take every chance he got to argue with everything I said. The Jaehyun that made me feel like I had to defend everything I had. 
There was a slight difference, though. The competitive, mischievous glint was somehow...softer. It made me confused, because I was angry, but looking at him now, I don’t know who to be angrier at. Me, or him?
“Ummm, I think, I just- I just wanna lie down,” I tore my eyes away from him and took a step back, putting just a little more distance between him and I.
I saw his fists clench and unclench a bit at his sides. A moment passed until he said, “Yeah. Sure,” walking back towards the doors he picked up my hospital bag and gestured towards a room behind him.
“This is actually, um, our bedroom, but don’t worry, I’ve moved most of my stuff upstairs so this space is all yours,” dropping the bags on the bed, he stepped aside to allow me in. It was a beautiful room, with slanted windows, decorated with some more plants. 
“So, feel free to look around, get used to the place and all. Oh yeah, um, this is the bathroom,” he opened a door on the left of the room, then gestured toward a closet in front of the bed, “Your pyjamas are in the top drawer and, uh, well, um, everything else is-”
“I’ll take a look,” I smiled at him briefly.
His eyes landed on mine for a moment, then quickly looked away. 
“Yeah, okay, so um, I’ll be outside, if you need anything just, um,” his hands, one scratching at the back of his neck, the other gesturing undecidedly, “yeah.”
“Okay,” I said.
“Okay,” he replied. He stood there for a second, then turned to leave the room.
“Jeahyun?”
“Hmm?” he snapped his head towards me, eyebrows lifted in question.
“Thank you,” I breathed.
I saw a bit of tension leave his body. “You don’t need to thank me, Astrid,” he replied softly. “This is- this is your home too.” With a tight-lipped smile, he closed the door behind him.
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jjaedixk · 3 years
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hi!! can i request a 127 reaction to a tall!gf please? tysm!!
hii, of course! oh my your my first request!!!!
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ϟ NCT 127 WITH A TALL S/O ϟ
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TAEYONG
he wouldn't mind about your height
but he can't deny that he loves that you are tall
you two are almost the same height, you're like 2cm taller
but when you two are out for dates he insists for you to wear heels
at first you were a little insecure about it but taeyong's puppy eyes made everything worth it
brag about your height difference to the members
"guys look how tall my girl is!"
TAEIL
at first he was shy because the members kept teasing him
but as the time passes by he realizes that your height didn't matter because he loves you
so whenever the members tease him about it he goes
"yeah i know my girlfriend is tall, i love her"
and that made you feel more comfortable
he also loves when you wear heels too
he looks tiny next to you and that's precious
he feels so loved when you are in front of the mirror and he comes and holds you by your waist
JOHNNY
well this man is tall by himself right
so you are as tall as he is
but when you wear heels he gets smaller than you
and he looooves that
he also loves to buy new shoes for you
"baby look what i got for you! so we can match our date outfit"
his heart goes crazy when you hug him by his shoulders
he doesn't care at all when people goes
"oh your girlfriend is taller than you, doesn't it bother you?"
"no it really doesn't, i love her height"
YUTA
yuta wouldn't mind if you are taller or smaller than him
so it is not a problem for him at all
he honestly has a crush on your height
and he gets mad when someone mention your height as if it was a problem
"no, i don't see it as a problem, y/n is perfect the way she already is, i wouldn't change anything"
he loves when you wear skirts/shorts or dresses, so he can appreciate your long legs
he is the type to make everything for you to feel comfortable with you body
so he makes sure to tell you everyday that he loves you
DOYOUNG
when he first met you he was surprised
"such a beautiful and tall girl"
when you first started dating he used to get mad at the members when they made a comment about how tall you are
but now he knows that they don't mean to hurt you or make you uncomfortable
so now he brags about it
"yeah i know she is tall, you guys are jealous because i have such a hot and tall girlfriend"
he also gets mad when someone talks about you in a negative way
"i don't like the way you're talkinh about my girlfriend, yes she is tall and i don't see any problem at that"
JAEHYUN
he is a chill guy
so it isn't a problem or a big deal for him
he is like "yes my girlfriend is tall, so..?"
but that doesn't mean that he doesn't care about it
in fact he loves how tall you are
when you two are on a date and you're dressed up all fancy
he is hypnotized
"wow honey you look so beautiful"
when someone talsk about your height he doesn't get as mad as doyoung or yuta, but he does get a little annoyed when someone mentions it a lot of times
like, what is the problem with you being tall?
"i love y/n, and that means loving her by herself, it doesn't matter if she is tall or small"
JUNGWOO
he is also tall by himself
and you're a few cm taller, like 4 ou 5
he was really shy before
like when you used to hold his hands and you bumped into his shoulders
but now he only gets shy when you stop next to him and compare your height
he secretly loves when you call him shorty
and melts when you kiss his forehead
you don't feel comfortable wearing heels and he totally understands you
but if one day you decide that you want to try them on he would totally approve
you both like to pretend that you are on a fashion runaway
MARK
he finds you adorable
when he first saw you he went out loud
"wow you are so tall!"
and then he realized and got extremely shy
after some time together he got used to the fact that you're taller
but it was never a problem
mark doesn't get all close at first so it took some time to him to understand that you are okay with your height so he can make jokes
"wow baby, be careful to not hit your head on the roof"
he also loves when you wear clothes that show off your legs
he just can't take his eyes off you
HAECHAN
he is in love with you height
and you know him, he obviously goes
"you're so tall, do you play basketball?"
just to tease you
if you want to make him crazy just wear heels with some dress or skirt
congratulations now he can't focus on anything else
one more thing that he loves is when you two are laying on the couch and you lay your legs on his lap
he keeps gently touching you legs
or when you're cooking something and he holds you from behind and rest his head on you back
the man is in love y'all
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jaeminlore · 4 years
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bard!taeil ^_^
commissioned by @warmau luv u thank you for giving me free reign i’m sorry i used it all on world building
words: 5k+
a/n: sorry this is a bit late ! also for any mistakes !
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okay first thought when given free reign of a story is PRINCE or ROYAL bc that is where my mind is for every story i love a good castle moment
i just think they’re neat ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
but yknow i was thinking about bards and also my skyrim game and how annoying yet precious the bards are in the inn. and if that is not taeil i will eat my own foot,,,,, like omg i forgot his name i think it’s mikael?? he’s at the inn in riften!!! i beat him up to preserve the honor of some lady and now we’re best friends ^_^ anyways he’s lovable and it makes me think of taeil
i miss taeil i read a post about how precious he is and it made me feel some type of way ,,,,, my favorite taeil era was cherry bomb bc the CHOKER and the EYELINER and he just felt like the embodiment of that tiktok sparkly filter
okay now that that’s over
this story is set in a lone kingdom called intima,,,, intima is a word meaning the heart of something and it’s where the word intimacy comes from and it makes me feel warm and happy so i assume it will make the people of intima happy too !!!!! it’s an island centered around the sun — and YOU my dear reader are the eldest princess, the first before six younger siblings !!!
as the oldest, the throne is in your future, and you are set to be the reigning queen WHICH you are quite excited about this isn’t one of those aus where you hate your kingdom and your job and serving,, you LOVE your people and your culture and you genuinely can’t wait to become queen
i’m going to set the world!!!! bc world-building gives me endorphins >.>
intima is a HEAVILY floral-filled island. the clivia (or bush lily) is the capitol flower, often associated with patriotism or pride for intima as an island!!! it’s the flower people pin to their chest during coronations or royal festivals!! and the yellow/orange/coral shades are often what you and your siblings wear to represent yourselves and your island.
intima is a land of equality!!! bc i said so!! and also because the culture is purely built on gratitude and kindness ,,,,, i like to think the spirituality or “religion” in the culture is the worship of the sun and the warmth it brings,,,, a sort of serving the thing that shines a path for the hopeless!!!! there are hundreds of poems and legends and songs about the sun and who she once was and why she blesses intima with her harvests and all kinds of other things and i do have the time to get into it but i know all of you do not
intima also believes that art is hard work!!! and it’s one of the most respected jobs there are!!! like a busker or a street painter are often praised and it’s expected of islanders to tip them and stay to praise them a bit!!! and usually they’ll sell their art (if that’s what they made) afterwards!!!! and poets will read for the children and adults alike and they’ll sell their services to like,,, people who struggle to put their words down on paper and it’s all very helpful and lovely
farmers and fishermen are well respected as well!!!! ofc they bring the food in and the vendors at the marketplace sell them while the artists keep entertainment going. it’s a lovely system and often as the seasons change people will shift their jobs so a vendor will decide to create for a season or a fisherman may decide he wants to sell wares,,, it’s a system so that people can enjoy where they are as well as express they’re creativity properly
and the wealth is distributed equally so that no one goes hungry!!! everyone helps each other out to find a job that fits them!!! and not many people take advantage of the system because it’s quite shameful to refuse helping your fellow neighbor
so yes!!! kindness and helping each other out is not only expected but it is often an indicator of how respected you are as a member of society
ungrateful people get the shame cone >:(
the island is HUGE and set in a sort of jagged star shape, with villages and markets surrounding the castle itself!!! and there’s a moat surrounding the castle made from the streams that trail in from the sea ,,,, and the harbors are quite beautiful if you stand atop the castle walls you can see the ships come and go and it is just *chef’s kiss* immaculate
and the moat is so beautiful i can just imagine the ferns!! like palm brush ferns and tiger lilies and birds of paradise just lining either side of the moat,,, so pretty :( and the moat isn’t to keep people out!!! it’s actually a natural pool for the villagers when it gets too hot :)!! but otherwise the drawbridge is always down so people can come and go throughout the courtyards
similarly, the castle walls run down the island as main roads, leading to the actual castle where the main courtyard sits.
you and your siblings are very personal with your subjects, and it’s not uncommon for the princes and princesses to walk hand in hand with those of a lower class than them,,,, esp bc there isn’t really a class system in place. since wealth is evenly distributed,,,, it’s evenly distributed to the royals as well, and everyone lives comfortably. the only added expense are gifts!!! so if there’s a birthday or something more wealth might be offered to the recipients by default
the courtyards!!! are so beautiful!!! there are four in total but the one i want to focus on is the coronation courtyard!!! this is the courtyard where the coronations and celebrations are held!!!
but when there aren’t any coronations, it’s where people hang out to have picnics or sell their wares or tell stories!!!
and this is where we see taeil!!!!
every day our hero brings his life and ~sings~ a different story to whoever happens to be walking by. he’s actually hugely popular with many of intima’s people,,,, mostly because his voice is like HONEY and his smile reminds everyone of home
he has like,,,,, kind big brother who only comes home for thanksgiving but each time is more memory-filled than the last energy ,,,,, anyways
you don’t actually notice him at first!!! because usually he isn’t in the coronation courtyard.
also you’re too busy planning your OWN coronation
#queenshit and all you know the vibes
it actually isn’t until yuta points out that there is a “very tiny man singing about how beautiful you are” in the courtyard that you’re actually like,,,, okay,,,,,, interesting..?
and at first you’re like shut up yuta i’m trying to work on seating placements you know ten from iacto can’t sit beside donghyuck from stella or they’ll start a prank war during MY coronation
also there are a lot of people who write songs about you and your siblings that’s just how the vibes are !!!!!
you and your siblings are known for your beauty and kindness, so many creatives often use y’all as muses
so you just brush it off
and go back to your planning
which actually consists of you begging your advisors to make little goodie bags for everyone on the entire island (they WILL eventually agree because who doesn’t want a small bee charm necklace or some cleansing crystals)
but i digress
it’s not until you visit the courtyard to finalize the seating arrangements that you actually see the man your brother was talking about
at first you don’t even realize it’s the same person
sure, this man is short, but he is nothing like the unattractie picture you painted in your mind. not that short men are unattractive, but most men who hit on you are often uhhhh creepy and old bc intima is a beautiful place but men are still a disease
this man is, dare you say it, handsome.
like prettily handsome
his hair is a warm chestnut that falls over his eyebrows in loose curls. strands curl and bend around his ears and his eyes are lined with what seems like kohl
his lips are pursed, and he’s too far away for you to hear him, but he seems to be singing
you tear your eyes away from his coral-colored jerkin and try to focus on the seating arrangements
in the end, you leave the work to your advisors, choosing to break away and listen to the lonesome bard
and just IMAGINE for a moment taeil singing like real people do by hozier
just taeil singing any hozier song i cannot get over the thought of it >_>
those are the vibes for this story
taeil a sexy irish bog man
not really but i’ll bookmark the idea for later !!!!
okay so imagine him singing real people do or sunshine and it’s so gentle and warm coming from his mouth that you’re entranced at the very start of it,,,, you’ve heard tales of sirens luring sailors into the sea,,, and they’ve always sounded quite far fetched but now that you’re hearing taeil’s voice you’re like,,,,,, maybe it’s possible
you sidle up to another listener and ask for his name
“taeil moon”
it’s a befitting name. you run it over your tongue for a good while until it feels familiar,,, and when the song is finally over, you clap and shout a few praises, thinking your voice would get caught in the crowd
but taeil catches your gaze, and he strums a sour note on his lute. it’s a swift apology and an even swifter exit as he leaves the courtyard.
you watch him go, unsure as to why he seemed so uncomfortable knowing you were there. “is he alright?” you ask the same listener who told you taeil’s name. they answer, “he’s never left a set before. perhaps you frightened him, princess.”
you DID frighten him. moving into taeil’s point of view, the man has been declaring his infatuation with you for months now and you’ve never come to listen. he suddenly feels naked and vulnerable,,, the one person he chose to write songs about is the future queen and he could very well be executed for such unauthorized poetry
(as if executing is something intima didn’t outlaw ages ago)
so taeil is just a tiny bit dramatic, and he clings to the honest hope that you came to his show late and didn’t hear his declaration. his “all my love songs of now and forever after are for the princess y/n” that he starts every set with. he feels like a fool, so he finds himself hiding in the royal gardens, far behind the brush and hedges, where a lone forgotten fountain rusts. still water bubbles out of the spout, but there isn’t enough for the fountain to actually flow, so it just makes an incredibly awkward gurgling sound as taeil strums his lute and tries to collect his thoughts
taeil doesn’t just like you because you’re the princess. it goes so much deeper than that; he has one faint memory of his graduation out of bards college (it’s a thing in skyrim so it’s a thing in my au) and it consists of you meeting with all of the graduates and giving them each a bush lily from your own personal garden,,,,,,, you also wrote everyone a handwritten letter addressing them by name !!!!!!!!!
and it’s not much to go by at all, and taeil would feel incredibly foolish even bringing up the memory, or the fact that he keeps the card in his memeriy box,,,,, because it’s obvious that you don’t remember him from it, but he can still remember the color of your eyes up close, and he knows what it feels like to be on the receiving end of your smile,, and just the memory of your fingers grazing his when you handed him the flower and card makes his cheeks warm with childlike fondness
he’s a fool, he knows. he’s also a coward, because he ran at the very sight of you
“you ran off before i could tell you how lovely your voice is.”
taeil falls into the rusting fountain as soon as you round the hedge. he has no idea how you managed to find him, but he can’t really think much about it because he’s soon coughing and shivering from the cold and dirty water he’s just fallen into. he mourns his lute,,,,,, just floating in the shallow water ,,,,,, it’s not dead it’s just wet :/
“oh dear i’m so sorry!” you grab his hand and help him out of the fountain, wincing at the way his clothes cling to his body. (Wait. wait. taeil’s lil baby tummy.... through the sheer shirt,,,,,,, like after he takes off his jerkin to dry it out :(((( omg he’s so cute) “i just wanted to compliment you.”
“thank you, princess,” taeil manages to get out. he paints a smile on his face even though he feels like he’s never been put in a more awkward situation. “it means a lot, honestly.” he decides to avoid the topic of having a crush on you, because he thinks he has experienced plenty of embarrassing moments today, thank you very much. so he changes the topic completely. “good luck, uh, on your coronation. i’m looking forward to it.”
you lower yourself into a mock curtsy. “why thank you. save me a dance during the after party, won’t you?”
taeil nods, not trusting himself to speak, and you bid him goodbye
y’all know taeil’s face where he’s just cheesin. like :D
that’s his face for the rest of the day. and every day up until the coronation !!!!!!
and you visit him!!!! when you can !!!!!!!!
taeil has a very easygoing personality i feel like after the initial awkwardness he’d actually be the one to initiate a friendship!!! like sometimes he leaves you letters by the old fountain !!!!!! :((((
and taeil’s letters are very friendly but every once in awhile he’ll slip in song lyrics that make your heart flutter!!!! just imagine your favorite love song or folk song written out by taeil to you because he learned it and it made him think of you :(( i’m crying and i know you’re crying
one day you have a picnic!!!!!!!!! and it’s just the two of you and taeil thinks he should be nervous but he genuinely does enjoy your company,,,,, and he kinda sort of slowly starts to think of you less as a muse and more as a friend,,,,,, or even maybe a potential ,,,,,,,,, l o v e r oooohhhhhhhh,,,, omg it’s so cute tho he lays out a blanket in front of the fountain and the two of you eat sandwiches and apple juice and :(( eventually the sun makes you both a lil tired so you fall asleep side by side
and you get kind of flustered when you wake up beside taeil like oh 😳 okay 😳 now 😳
the two of you hang around each other in secret. not because it’s against the law or it would be publicized or anything like that,,,, intima is a very casual island and no one would bother the two of you too much,,,,,,,,, but taeil feels like a little secret you aren’t sure you want to share ,,, also your brothers and sisters would tease you relentlessly for giving your time to someone KNOWN for singing love songs about you
your friendship w taeil feels a bit like a bird feather on a windy day,,,,,,, like one hesitant breath could blow him away,,,,,,,, but taeil is so FUNNY and warm and gentle and COMFORTABLE that you slowly start to feel yourself fall for him.
taeil is a story-telling bard in the way that the songs he sings often tell stories of his life or the life of someone famous, installed in their hearts from the moment they were all in elementary school. like imagine him singing a tale about the greek gods or norse mythology or perhaps he goes and bit more fairytale and songs of thumbalina or sleeping beauty
he’s an amazing storyteller, so much so that when the two of you hang out, he often recites some form of verse to you, especially if it’s a legend you love dearly (SIRENS) ,,,,,, but the one thing that kind of irritates you is that he has yet to sing you one of his legendary songs that are “supposedly” for you
you’re not trying to be prideful, but this is the lovely singer everyone has told you about, and you still haven’t heard any of his original songs. or at least, his original songs dedicated to you. you’re very curious to see what you look like in taeil’s eyes, even though it might make you feel horribly vulnerable.
and taeil is like :) obviously :) i’m not going to sing love songs :) about my crush :) to my crush :)
but it’s whatever.
what i want to talk about is the coronation babey !!!!!!!!!!!
it’s very public,,, in the middle of the courtyard,,, and all the market stalls are up selling their wares to the large crowd!!!!! and kids are playing in the moat !!!!! sort of a summer festival and you’re the main event lol. like some people will gather and watch the coronation and some people will be off dancing on the other side of the courtyard but everyone is celebrating the same thing!!
and this is a high fantasy setting so there aren’t any modern things like microphones or speakers aside from a copper horn or smth ,,, but it’s all very fun and festive!!!!
merchants are selling banners of orange and gold,,, yellow roses and tiger lilies,,,,,,, flower crowns and faux scepters for the little kids!!!!!! and there’s lively music for people to dance and celebrate to,,,,,, and can you guess who is in charge of the music !!!!?! TAEIL
he’s got an entire band leading the courtyard and it’s all traditional songs for the most part of taeil is able to slip in a few love songs now and again. and ofc everyone loves them bc they know taeil and OBV it’s hard to hate taeil
but :( you aren’t really focusing on the music since it’s such a big day for you but if you were you’d know that taeil is singing his original songs :((( all the love songs about you,,,,,,,,,,
and i SWEAR i can imagine taeil singing hozier-esque songs..... omg or like mystery of love ,,,,, imagine him singing mystery of love on one side of the courtyard while you’re getting crowned queen on the other side
that image is something that can be so personal to me ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
:(((( and you’re dressed in a tan and peach maiden dress,,,, cloaked in golden silk with day lilies tucked in your hair,,,,,,,,, omg or BRAIDED into your hair,,,,,, you just look like a sun goddess okay golden by harry styles are the vibes ALRIGHT babes,,,, and there’s a speech to be made and someone made cake for the masses,,, so you get a bit caught up it everything
taeil isn’t really in the crowd for the coronation as i already stated before ,,,,, but he can kind of hear everything that’s happening and it makes him just smile to himself as he messes with his lute :((( omg if you guys haven’t heard you are gold by the national parks THATS the song taeil sings as the celebrations are dying down
and all the street lanterns are lit and people are quieting down and eating or chatting or rounding up their kids for bedtime !! omg little kids racing past and giggling, their flower crowns askew as they shout about becoming a queen one day :( that’s so cute esp to imagine taeil watching them fondling and waving at them as they pass
and there are fireflies all around!!!! lighting the pathway!!! it’s just so cute and soft and lovely think tangled at last i see the light scene OKAY except it’s not on water it’s a festival and it’s beautiful every seems to be glowing in the light
this au is partially inspired by tangled,,, or the kingdom of corona (lol) so
anyways back to you are gold
the chorus is as so: “you are gold / you are all i see / you are aurum scarce and meant for kings / and i will wait if it’s time you need / what i see in you i hope you find in me.”
and can’t you just SEE taeil singing that absentmindedly not really knowing that you’re making your way to him and then he just looks up during the final chords and he just,,,,,,, fumbles the music and his voice cracks a little (but how COULDNT it bc you’re so beautiful and angelic and taeil could easily picture the stars against your skin and in the shade of your eyes)
“h-hi,” he stutters. “you look. nice.” :D
i think taeil is pretty confident with his feelings but i also feel like he can be quite clumsy with them as well. if that makes sense. but on the other hand confessing to the now-queen of your island is a bit much and taeil isn’t really ready to be rejected on a regal level.
“thank you,” you say. AND!!! you can feel your cheeks get hot because taeil is quite handsome and you DEFINITELY heard the last few lyrics of the song and it ignited feelings inside of you that you weren’t sure you’ve felt much of before.
you kind of just want to take his hand and go spend some ~ alone time ~ with him ^_^
“you know,” you sit down beside him and wrap your cloak around yourself. “everyone has been telling me that you’re quite famous for dedicating your love songs to me. how come i haven’t heard such declarations?”
taeil’s ears turn red and he smiles down at the lute in his lap. “isn’t it a bit disrespectful to make you listen to all the songs i write for you?”
“i want to hear them!! genuinely!!”
can you just IMAGINE taeil holding eye contact and singing sunshine by hozier >:( or like ANY song by ray montangue for today we’re pretending taeil wrote all of these
hold you in my arms by ray montangue YOO :((
just taeil strumming and singing sort of under his breath because he doesn’t really want anyone else to share this lil moment with you. and he’s so sweet like i imagine after he sings he doesn’t expect any praise and he certainly doesn’t expect you to confess your love or anything like that
bc taeil is a respectful future king
LIKE JUST IMAGINE kind of grabbing his face and just giving him a lil kiss,,,,, a lil smooch,,,,, if you will
taeil is probably rlly pretty just after being kissed like his eyelashes would flutter so prettily and it would be so soft like he’d just press his forehead against yours and then omg a FOREHEAD KISS like a really gentle one
you would be so important to taeil like i think he would just be so gentle with you in every way
the relationship is a slower one,,,,,, you have queenly duties and he’s still working as a busker,,,,, getting ready to help the merchants in the winter,,,,,,,
but the two of you make time. it’s similar to before, you just set up picnics, or sometimes you watch him sing, and he’ll write you love songs and send them to you through a letter,, stamping with purple wax,,,
and taeil is always so sweet :( i think he’s more of a casual lover in the sense that he doesn’t need pda or loud declarations in order to make you feel loved flashback to him dedicating every love song to you in the middle of the square but he’d be the type to just hold your hand around the courtyard,, or he’d just send you soft smiles from the other side of the marketplace
he’s the time to buy you a basket of your favorite fruits and deliver them personally to your door
everyone in the castle just lets taeil into the chambers section at this point
the two of you will swim in the moat and play hopscotch with the village children or go shopping together or take naps beneath the afternoon sun and with taeil by your side it’s all so fond and precious and some times you’ll go days or weeks without seeing him just because of schedules but it’s never awkward when the two of you get back together
and it’s actually not until some of your very own villagers are coming up to you like hey,,,,, why haven’t you made taeil your partner yet?? he’s so precious and sweet and he would look lovely in a crown 👀👀
and uhhh who are you to argue with that lmao
so you buy taeil a ring
a pearl !!!! encased in silver <3333 i like to think that the tales he sang to you about sirens often slides to a pearl of some sorts,, so you make sure it’s the rock you place on the ring
and you take him back to that rusty old creaky old ugly old fountain :)
and you just,,,,,, ask him to marry you ,,,,,,,,,,
ofc taeil says yes, a bit frozen because the two of you have talked about marriage but only briefly,,, and he wasn’t sure you’d ever take that step so he didn’t want to pressure you
taeil ofc has always been ready,,, his soul is more open than yours if that makes sense !!! which isn’t a bad thing but he has definitely been ready for a lifetime with you for a long time now
and it’s a long-ish engagement i feel like
not that it really matters but it’s more of a betrothement !!!! so the two of you are technically already married even before the ceremony if that makes sense??? like everyone alludes to taeil as the consort and the two of you live together and receive gifts of betrothement and !!! it’s quite sweet and it’s the way they do things in intima
also you guys aren’t in a big hurry for another ceremony esp bc yuta’s coronation is coming up and you don’t want to take any of his spotlight
king!yuta hold up
but yeah taeil is a wonderful consort !! doesn’t do much yet politically bc he isn’t especially versed in politics but he’s learning!!! he’s really good at keeping a good energy in the room even if two ambassadors are fighting taeil will just be vibing like :-D and it often calms tensions
he’s just a GREAT person and a helpful ruler even tho he really doesn’t even have to be,,,, he’s just a consort,,,, but he still takes the effort to learn genuine laws and help guide the people
the people are obviously obsessed with him,,, they wouldn’t ask for another consort because he’s so kind with all of them
still sings in the courtyard as his job ,,, and the people love it just as much ^_^ esp because now all the songs are openly for you and about you and it makes people more fond of you as well
taeil creates y/n propaganda pass it on
but he works in the castle too,, and he’s a fast learner especially when it comes to settling arguements within the village or even within the court,,,, he also sets up festivals !! he’s wonderful at it !! genuinely !! taeil as an interior designer i can just see it man him designing flower arrangements and the setlist and just !! being a wonderful host
and tbh you’re very thankful because it’s nice to rule with siblings but it’s even nicer to rule with a soulmate
and taeil feels just like that — a soulmate, a missing piece of the puzzle,,,,,
and if intima is the sun , if you who rules it is the sun, then taeil is the moon,, and it’s quite obvious that the two of you were made for each other
perhaps in the future the two of you will have kids or adopt
or you guys get a puppy!!! i can see you w a puppy and taeil with a kitten and the two lil pets just follow you guys around omg
the two of you fix up the old fountain so it isn’t rusty or squeaky anymore
you guys find rocks out on the shore and create a new bed at the bottom of the fountain
and guess what!!!! you guys write little wishes on the rocks and invite everyone else to do the same with the idea that once the fountain is filled with wishes, you’ll hold a festival where you put the wishes back into the sea to be completed
omg how cute would that be like a yearly thing where the fountain would be filled with rocks and everyone gets a handful to take down to the beach and throw into the sea
it’s where lovers write their names and people confess to their crushes and anniversaries and birthdays are celebrated and it’s where artists write pictures and poets write verses and people write prayers to the sun
and it’s where you and taeil announce your first pregnancy >.<
and it’s really soft
the place between the sea and the sun is where your love lies
where your family lives
omg taeil singing lullabies to his baby :( HES be such a sweet dad
i feel like taeil already has a family just by his vibes yknow
but say it’s a daughter he’d teach her how to play the lute and he’d buy her her own
he’d let her express herself in any way and identify however she’d want and love whoever she wanted
he’d be an AMAZING father and husband and king
ANYWAYS to conclude
this was fun to write and i hope it made sense i know it’s all over the place but in conclusion taeil is sexy and deserves to be loved
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nctinfo · 4 years
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[INTERVIEW] Chicago Tribune: Go Away With ... NCT 127
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Born and raised in Chicago, NCT 127′s John Suh got his first taste of concerts thanks to his mother, who worked for a local radio station. “I was too young to remember who I saw, but I remember myself having a lot of fun,” says Suh, who goes by the stage name of simply Johnny. “(One day), I would love to see Coldplay at Soldier Field. That would be very awesome.” Johnny and some of his band mates took a breather from promoting their EP “We Are Superhuman” to participate in this interview. NCT 127 will perform at the B96 Jingle Bash on December 7 at the Allstate Arena in Rosemont, Illinois. The band posts their tour photos on Instagram. 
Q. When you're in a new city, what are some things you look forward to doing? 
Johnny: Because we usually don't have that much time, I usually like to just go out on a walk and see what the city is about. I make sure I try not to wear earphones so I can listen to the city's sounds as well. 
Yuta: I just simply like to enjoy the particular atmosphere and feel of every city we go to. Every city has its own weather and culture. Same with every country we visit. I feel like I receive some kind of healing just by experiencing all of that. And, of course, it's awesome to finally see all the fans who are at all these different places. 
Q. What are your plans for the upcoming holidays? 
Haechan: We'll be spending the end of the year with our (fandom) NCTzens! We have a lot up our sleeves, so stay tuned and be on the lookout. 
Doyoung: I don't have any special plans, but I want to either throw a party or spend some time with our fans! Even if I can't be physically together with them, maybe I can do something online so we can end the year together, somehow. (Laughs) 
Q. Hailing from countries like the U.S., Japan, Canada and South Korea, what have you learned about each other's differences and similarities? 
Haechan: I honestly don't feel like there are huge differences, but one thing's for sure -- the food and cuisine we get to try because we all come from different backgrounds is great! 
Doyoung: I agree. Because we come from different cultural backgrounds, I do realize that we have an advantage in coming across and understanding a wide variety of cultures. It's fun for us to learn about different cultures this way. 
Q. How old were you when you got your first passport and where was the first place you went with it? 
Jaehyun: I think I got my first passport when I was four years old. I briefly moved to the U.S. then and that flight was my first-ever plane ride. And for the five years I lived in the U.S., I remember traveling a lot. 
Taeil: My first-ever trip overseas was when I was still a trainee and I went to Tokyo for an SMTOWN concert. Everything was so new and I remember just being excited by everything that was going on around me. 
Q. Your fans listen to your music when they travel. Who do you listen to?
Johnny: I listen to all sorts of music on the plane. All the way from K-pop to EDM. Lately, I've been listening to a lot of FKJ and Frank Ocean. 
Yuta: I listen to a variety, as well. But these days, I've been listening to a lot of Japanese music. 
Q. What's the most important thing you've learned from your travels? 
Taeil: Having an open mind when it comes to accepting different cultures and cultural tendencies. 
Jaehyun: I remember this past year while I was traveling for work, I had some time to roam around in the streets. That's when I thought to myself, "This world is so big. There's no need to be caught up in a singular way of thinking." 
Q. Where would you like to go that you have never been to before? 
Mark: I would like to see Australia for once! I've always heard that the scenery and nature was really nice over there. It would be cool to visit sooner than later. 
Taeyong: I've been fortunate and lucky enough to travel to so many countries around the world. And because I travel so much, I sometimes think that I'd like to stay and perform more in Korea than travel to somewhere else around the world! (Laughs) 
Q. What is your best and/or worst vacation memory? 
Taeyong: The one that sticks out is when I went to the beach with my family as a young boy. I think it was both the best and the worst vacation memory for me because we all stayed in one tiny hotel room together, but made some kimchi stew in a small pot and laid out in the sand on the beach. I remember playing with the jellyfish in the water with my older sister. I also remember my tooth falling out during this trip. (Laughs) 
Q. When you go away, what are some of your must-have items that you always bring with you on the airplane? 
Mark: I always bring my glasses, headsets and a book that I may be reading at the moment. I realized that I don't get to read often during my regular day-to-day schedule, and I figured the time on the plane would be the best time to read for me.
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xsthxryx · 4 years
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You Who Are Part Of Me
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– Alternative Route w/ Norenmin as Triplets
"Mark? Mark?? MARK???"
Mark can hear his husband yelling for him again, so he runs to their bedroom after putting down the telephone.
And there he is, his beautiful soulmate, bathed in the sunshine of warm April, standing ...in a puddle?
"Maaaaarrrkkk???"
He snaps out of his daze and looks at Hyuck, whose face is marked by the pain he is feeling, yet still smiling.
"They're really coming, Minnie."
These simple words make him jump into action once again. Grabbing the overnight bag & towels, he quickly runs to the car. He puts the towels onto the seat, checks that all three baby carriers are secure and stows away the bag. Then he runs to his lover, helping him to the car, all the while trying to sooth the pain by whispering into Hyuck's ear and rubbing his back.
"Doing well, babe. Just a bit more. Careful. Almost there. Let's go meet our kids. Let's go meet-"
××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××
Driving to the hospital, he tries to stay calm. Mentally, checking his to-do list.
• Overnight Bag ✓
• Baby Carriers x3 ✓
• Call Hospital ✓
• Call parents
• Call friends
Taking a quick look at his husband, who is doing breathing exercises to mitigate the pain, he uses his car's speaker system to call their parents.
"Lee Residence, wh-"
"Eomma, Hyuck's in labor, we're on our way!"
"Ohh! We'll arrive there once I wake up my husband."
"Thanks, Eomma."
The call ends. Mark calls again.
"Mark, why are you calling this earl-"
"Mom, Hyuck's in labor-"
"Say no more, we're on our way."
She hangs up. He's shocked speechless. Hyuck just giggles.
"That's your mom for you."
Mark laughs as well.
"Yep, wouldn't want her any other way."
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Soon arriving at the hospital, Hyuck gets whisked away for some checks on his progress.
Mark takes the time to sit down and freak out.
He's going to be an actual father! His children are going to see the world soon! And like he wished for since he met him, Hyuck is going to be their mother!
"Hey, dude,"
A warm hand lands on his shoulder. Johnny is looking at him with a bright smile, though looking a bit rumpled from the late hour.
Mark hears more noise and sees his Hyungs and his family coming in.
"All good, son?"
Mark nods. His father sits down next to him.
"You're gonna have a pretty full house from the get go, aren't you?"
Mark just laughs breathlessly, looking at his father's goofy expression.
"Yeah."
"Mark-ssi? Lee Donghyuck's husband?"
A nurse is calling out, so Mark quickly makes his way over.
"Here."
The nurse smiles at his tensed body and walks on, beaconing him to follow.
"This way, Donghyuck-ssi is waiting for you. We're almost ready to start."
Mark follows her to a small room, where he is instructed to wash his hands & put on sterile gear.
Afterwards making their way into an operating room, where his soulmate is looking at him through sweat-slick bangs.
"Hey, Minnie."
Taking his position at Hyuck's side, he entertwines their fingers, bringing them up for a kiss.
"I'm here, babe."
"Let's begin then."
A doctor is looking at Mark and Hyuck from the end.
Both look at each other, tighten their grip on each other and nod.
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Three baby boys. All ten toes, bright eyed and rather loud at the moment.
He hears a giggle.
"Starry-eyed already, Hyung?"
Hyuck is feeding their eldest, while Mark is holding their youngest, with their middle child being rather happy to just wiggle in his bassinet.
"Yeah. Of course. They're beautiful, Hyuck."
"They're ours. Shouldn't it be obvious that they would be?"
A knock on the door, Hyuck's twin sister pokes her head in.
"We saw the kids already, so you want me to send in your group?"
Mark nods at her. Her head disappears, the door is closed again.
Not much later, another knock.
"Come in", Hyuck calls.
Both are eager to introduce their children to the family that had been such a large part of their lives until now.
Slowly, they trickle in. One by one, silent, almost on tiptoes and congregate around the bed and the bassinets.
Mark looks at Hyuck and get a nod. He clears his throat.
"Hey Hyungs! Uhm... Lemme introduce you to these little ones! This, uhh, this is our youngest, Lee Jaemin."
He slightly lifts the tiny bundle in his arms to show them.
Yuta makes grabby hands and at Hyuck's nod, he carefully transfers the child over.
"Awww, isn't he a cutie~~"
While Johnny, Jungwoo and Taeyong coo along at their youngest, Mark picks up their middle child, who stops wiggling once in his father's arm.
Smiling at his precious child, he looks at the not occupied Hyungs, who are looking expectantly. Clearing his throat once again, he speaks.
"So, ehh... This is Jeno, our middle child."
This time it's Doyoung making grabby hands.
Once handed over, Jaehyun, Taeil and Ten huddle close.
"This one has one of Haechan's beauty marks! Ohh, how cute~"
Ten seems rather pleased at the observation. Not that Mark isn't. He loves the constellations on his husband's body. Loves tracing them out. Loves that they mark him as a thing of beauty.
"Ohh, he's done."
Hyuck's comment drags him out of his thoughts. Looking at his lover, he sees him holding out their eldest. Mark takes hold of the child, gently cuddling him close.
"And... Here is Renjun, our eldest."
Winwin comes up, holding his arms out expectantly. He hands his last child over and walks to sit beside his husband on the bed, observing the goings on.
Kun, Xiaojun, Lucas and Hendery are making faces at their baby, causing tiny laughs to ring out.
The huddles around Jaemin and Jeno, have started to play with the kids.
Mark feels Hyuck's head land on his shoulder and he puts his arm around him.
Kissing his temple, he whispers, just for Hyuck.
"You did well. So so well. Thank you for our kids, babe."
Mark earns a beaming smile, Hyuck's eyes crinkle and immediately he knows why Jeno's smile is familiar.
Looks like their parents are wrong. All of them take after Hyuck, be it attitude, looks or smile.
And Mark will forever be grateful that it is this way. Loving the parts of his soulmate that he can see in their children and he is waiting for what the future holds when these boys grow up. What will their personalities be? What will they like, dislike?
He feels his heart swell, looking at his husband as they quietly welcome the start of this new exciting journey.
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Oooh you went to Neocity right? I’d love to hear descriptions of the boys in the words of a writer 🥰
omg this sounds fun !!! ok before i start this i just wanna say this is from what i personally saw when i saw them live. i was relatively close to the stage, enough to make eye contact and to be waved at, so i’ll do my best!!
taeyong: seeing him in real life was a little surreal because he looks exactly how he does in pictures and videos which is already jarring because he’s already really beautiful through those. he has really big, expressive eyes and the warmest smile; every time he would look at the audience he’d have this small smile that looked like pride. it was really really heartwarming to see. he has such a calming, relaxed and cute aura durings ments but once he started to perform... whew! his head also really big, honestly a lot of their heads were really big in real life which is adorable idjdjddk, but yeah!! i made eye contact with him a number of times and you would think his gaze would be intimidating but it really really wasnt! the only word i can describe the feeling i got from him is motherly :(
johnny: first and foremost, i do not believe that he’s 6’1... that man is gigantic. his proportions are so good, his leg to chest ratio is so... [chef’s kiss]. what you see of him in videos is truly what he is in real life, he’s so goofy and funny and lively and he always encouraged other members to do their thing as well. he’s honestly so hilarious too which makes me sad because it makes me feel like we’d get along really well if i knew him personally ... man i just wanna be his bff. but yeah he’s really tall, like towering over the other members tall; even taller than jungwoo, who was surprisingly tall as well. maybe it’s just me because i’m really short. he also has a small face in real life, but at the same time his features are so expressive that you dont even realize it haha. but yeah he’s just a happy, talented, gentle giant.
jungwoo: if i could describe jungwoo in one word it would be cherub-like. he literally has the softest features ever and he moves so gracefully, he literally glowed on stage and it was kinda shocking really. he was also really tall omg, like i was expecting it anyways since i knew that he’s around 6ft, but like... he’s REALLY tall. he has the SOFTEST, most honey-like voice but he speaks with so much confidence, it’s so so so cute and made me so happy. he also has really fluffy hair, like even from my seat i could see how soft and light his hair was; every movement he made that night just made his hair whip around really easily, like even if it was bleached you really couldn’t tell because his hair didn’t look fried at all. all in all jungwoo was truly angel-like and very graceful.
taeil: oh man taeil is beautiful on screen and through pictures already but in person he glows 100x more. he has really, really pretty skin that made him shine under the spotlight and his jawline is REALLY sharp omg. he’s also really short (which i was expecting... probably still taller than me though) and has a big head hehe. he’s also one of the members that had a really calming, nurturing energy, during the ments he would literally have heart eyes full of pride when he’d look at the audience, it was really really heartwarming. a GOOD butt. also his vocals are so, so, sooo good and very stable - there was one point (i think it was back 2 u(?) i can’t remember anything from that night other than my videos) where he used his headvoice for the highnote and not falsetto and it floored me - i’m a classically trained vocalist so you bet i freaked out in the audience. but yeah, taeil is just really calming and nurturing and REALLY funny too :(
yuta: yuta honestly shocked me because although i knew that he’s baby from interviews and other clips, i was still somehow intimidated by him, but when i saw them live he really stomped on my intimidation. he literally has the most fresh, most positive, most genuinely kind energy i’ve literally ever felt :( he had the biggest smile throughout the night, every time i’d look at him he’d just be grinning from ear to ear. “healing smile” doesn’t even come close to describing how GOOD his smile is in real life. he’s also short, something i really wasn’t expecting, like a good 2nd or 3rd shortest - really really REALLY funny too and a REALLY good dancer, i got some of his freestyle dance on camera and every time i watch it, i’m floored bc he hits every beat on the spot. i made eye contact with him at one point and i remember feeling just so happy and at peace, like... he’s not intimidating at all... he’s just a happy boy :(
mark: ohh mark... i see mark as a childhood friend so when he came out on stage i literally felt tears spring in my eyes. i live in vancouver and saw them in vancouver so i feel like that kinda intensified it a bit more as well. he is SOOOOOO undeniably funny its crazy, throughout the night i’d just be laughing at things he’d say (that were intended to be humourous ofc). his head also really big omg it was kinda jarring, and taller than i expected. his stage presence is so good, everytime they’d perform my eyes would sometimes land on him, literally SO good. honestly, when i walked into that venue i was expecting him to cry which i feared for because when someone cries, then i cry, but he didn’t!! although after the concert ended, when they were saying their goodbyes, they left mark alone to say his own goodbyes and when he was doing so, his voice kinda cracked before he did this bow and his eyes were a little glossy and i got SO SCARED because i didn’t wanna cry rkdndkdndk but yeah :( im proud of mark and you can tell that he holds pride in what he does as well!
donghyuck: MAN... donghyuck literally has the most beautiful skin i’ve ever seen. i know i’ve said this before but he glows, like he literally glows, fullsun is an appropriate nickname for him. he emitted nothing else but cute, happy, mischeviohs energy during ments but once he started performing his vibe changed so drastically it was crazy - especially during wake up and baby don’t like it. there was one part during baby don’t like it when he pressed his forehead against taeil’s and when i tell you how much i lost it because i wasn’t expecting it... oh man. i also see donghyuck as a best friend; i was born a week before he was and our natal charts are exactly the same save for our moons, so seeing him rip it up on stage was so so soo good it made me so proud :( i made eye contact with him somewhere during summer 127?? I WAS SO HAPPY AFTER like it was refreshing omg i sound so silly but im telling the truth iddndkjd he’s also shockingly tall as well, around mark’s height, maybe even taller, and REALLY long legs. like a good 90% of his body was made of leg didjdjdjd but yeah donghyuck is just... he’s really the sun and he was meant to perform.
doyoung: i will start this off by saying; i left that venue as a doyoungzen. doyoung... whew... he also shocked me because through videos and pictures i was NEVER intimidated by him at all, i honestly genuinely always just saw him as cute baby but man oh man. you know when you just KNOW that someone’s rich by the way they hold themselves? that’s doyoung... he’s really regal-like and holds himself really gracefully, like a strict prince type. he intimidated me SO much that night (in the best way possible... sexy intimidation... dont worry) like his energy was just so... intense. i made eye contact with him a number of times and when i tell you how SMALL i felt just from meeting his eyes... my goodness. he has really broad shoulders and a tiny waist, also really tall, small-ish head. his features are REALLY sharp like it’s crazy, i really have no other way to explain it. he also has really pretty hands, nimble-looking fingers. he was really adorable during ments and at one point kept hopping which was so CUTE but even then... man. his energy is just really intense. i ended up making him one of my ults after i left the venue.
jaehyun: deep inhale... so. jaehyun. honestly its kinda silly because i can remember so many details from the other members but i feel like once it comes to jaehyun i’m at a loss of words because of how in SHOCK i was to see him up close bc as you all know he’s my ultimate bias, it was my three years with him a few weeks ago. but gosh... jaehyun... i really can’t see the whole “cold prince” image they give him bc he’s so chill and relaxed? ok wow a few memories are coming to mind now; he has a really big head, which i was expecting because i’ve seen people talk about how big his head is but yeah it’s big but it’s CUTE he’s just a little bobblehead :( i made so much eye contact with him that night too and god like. i got some of those moments on camera and you can see through the videos how i’d just FREEZE every time we jefkenfkd he’s just... really chill, really relaxed, let the other members do their thing, but at the same time really silly and had this aura of confidence which was really nice. a lil shorter than i expected omg but his skin was reeallllyyyy nice and he’s very pale irl omg. he waved at me and my friend at the end of the show and i also got it on video and like... every time i watch it its just so surreal cuz like ... 😭 LIKE WHAT NOW how am i supposed to live the rest of my life now knowing i reached my peak at neocity like .... bruh
all in all these boys are just so talented and have the best stage presence ever, and they’re super SUPER interactive with the fans. beingin the crowd during touch and replay was just so... nice :( it was truly one of the happiest moments in my life and i hope that they come back soon !!! i also hope that the next time i see them, winwin is part of 127 again as well :( and lastly, i also hope that whoever is reading this sees them in the future as well bc u deserve it!!!
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