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starlightkun · 6 months

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KEY

f - fluff a - angst m - mature/heavy themes (i do not write smut, but not everything here will be appropriate for all ages, proceed with caution and read all warnings provided at the beginning of fics) h - humor/crack fic ✦ - author favorite

the starlightkuniverses

➺ series of multiple fics that take place in the same universe. pick your favorite member or read them all

➺ the strawberry sunday anthology (f, m, h, ✦)

modern magical creatures au, modern fantasy au, college au ── fairy!jungwoo, vampire!kun, werewolf!jeno, dragon!jisung, werewolf!sungchan, human!renjun, and basilisk!mark * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ the ayakashi series (f, a, m)

based off the otome game 'ayakashi romance reborn,' modern yokai au ── tengu!jeno, oni!kun, human!jaehyun, and snow spirit!doyoung * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ sleepless cinderella (f, a, m)

based off wayv's dream launch plan videos and the otome game 'sleepless cinderella' ── pilot!kun, surgeon!ten, actor!sicheng, director!dejun, robotics engineer!kunhang, and f1 racer!yangyang * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

special events

➺ 2023 hallmark movie marathon (f, a)

christmas-themed, new years-themed ── three (and a half) fics with very cheesy hallmark movie-esque premises and tropes for the holiday season, all starring kun * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

qian kun

➺ [COMING SOON] frankenstein complex (f, m) ── 67.8k

sci-fi, near-ish future, black op mission captain kun, ?????? reader, humans and aliens and robots ── in which the crew of the vision finds you as the sole survivor of a classified research facility and there's more gaps in your memory than memories themselves. on top of that, you've got this weird feeling that the captain of the crew you've found yourself with isn't exactly what he seems... * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ sweet girl (f, m, ✦) ── 53.9k

from the ayakashi series, oni!kun, onmyoji!reader ── in which you have to juggle love, friends, school, and a great evil that could destroy your city * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ romance is dead (f, m, h, ✦) ── 19.4k + 10.3k sequel

part of the strawberry sunday universe, vampire!kun, human!reader, "uh-oh one of us drank a love potion" but with a twist, strangers(ish) to lovers ── in which there’s a mix-up with a love potion, and you're suddenly being courted by a several-hundred-year-old vampire. it's not all sonnets and bouquets, though, as you're keenly aware that kun's love could turn to thirst. and maybe you wouldn't mind if it did * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here | sequel

➺ sleepless cinderella (f, a) ── 11.4k

from the sleepless cinderella series, pilot!kun, journalist!reader ── in which you become your own cinderella one night, with six prince charmings to choose from * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ much mistletoeing about nothing (a, f) ── 7.6k + 1.9k sequel

exes to lovers, christmas-themed, getting snowed in trope, cuddling to share warmth trope ── in which your first mistake was saying yes to christmas dinner with your ex. your second mistake was being late to said christmas dinner. and your third... * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here | sequel

➺ hopeless for the holidays (f) ── 8.7k

strangers to lovers, new years-themed, attorney kun, wedding planner reader, aged up kun & reader (mid/late thirties) ── in which your friend drags you to a singles mixer being thrown by the local bar association, and you're less than thrilled. in between betting her coworker that he won't find someone to kiss by midnight and helping her avoid her ex from law school, you hardly expect to meet someone like qian kun * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ hold my red heart (f) ── 3.4k

christmas-themed, fake dating trope, f2l ── in which you need some help getting rid of a very persistent coworker, and what better way than bringing your boyfriend to the office christmas party? only problem, you don't have a boyfriend. enter kun. * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ [WIP...] the bite (f, a, m)

single dad!kun, single mom!reader, e2l ── in which kun's son bites yours at preschool, and you want nothing to do with this 'mr. qian'

kim doyoung

➺ snowflake (f, a, m) ── 75.3k

from the ayakashi series, snow spirit!doyoung, onmyoji!reader ── in which you experience both great love and great loss, and learn how to battle hypothermia * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

ten

➺ sleepless cinderella (f, a, m) ── 13.8k

from the sleepless cinderella series, surgeon!ten, journalist!reader ── in which you become your own cinderella one night, with six prince charmings to choose from * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

jeong jaehyun

➺ s.c.s. (f, m) ── 66.2k

from the ayakashi series, human!jaehyun, onmyoji!reader, childhood friends to lovers ── in which jaehyun's just always been a family friend, the son of your dad's friend. so why are you so nervous around him now? why are you thinking about kissing him so much? and oh yeah, what's up with all those evil wraiths? * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ valentine boy (f) ── 5.0k

rich kid!au, childhood friends to lovers ── in which you’re reunited with your childhood friend and refuse to let him go this time * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

dong sicheng

➺ sleepless cinderella (f) ── 13.5k

from the sleepless cinderella series, actor!sicheng, journalist!reader, fake dating, e2l ── in which you become your own cinderella one night, with six prince charmings to choose from * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

kim jungwoo

➺ strawberry sunday (f, ✦) ── 28.4k

part of the strawberry sunday universe, fairy!jungwoo, human!reader, f2l, one (1) tease and one (1) idiot to lovers, slow burn ── in which you, all your friends, and your stupid massive crush on jungwoo go stay in one beach house together for spring break. you're determined to make it out with your secret in tact. but... has jungwoo always looked at you like that? touched you this much? like that? he can't be... flirting with you? * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ second first kiss (f) ── 2.0k

new year's-themed, model!jungwoo, childhood f2l, drabble, gn!reader ── in which you spend every new year's with your best friend jungwoo. except the past couple years he's missed the target on his friendly new year's peck on the cheek, and you can't get him out of your head now * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ [WIP...] finders keepers (f, m)

sci-fi, alien!jungwoo, human!reader, soulmate au but make it aliens ── in which you've never been good at keeping your nose out of trouble, and a spaceship crashing a few meters away from you is right up your alley. the alien inside claiming that you're his soulmate might finally put you out of your depth, though

mark lee

➺ invested (a, f) ── 23.1k

ft. donghyuck, love triangle, matching tattoo soulmate au ── in which you're convinced that you don't have a tattoo, and that you're in love with lee donghyuck * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ [WIP...] baby fangs (f)

part of the strawberry sunday universe, basilisk!mark, sphinx!reader, strangers to lovers, age gap (older reader) ── in which a desperate mark knocks on your door one night when he gets locked out of his friends' apartment, and you get way more than you bargained for in return. you hardly expect that the cute infatuation he displays for you immediately would be anything more; nor that you'd ever find yourself falling for the basilisk and his baby fangs too

xiao dejun

➺ sleepless cinderella (f) ── 14.4k

from the sleepless cinderella series, director!dejun, journalist!reader, childhood friends to lovers ── in which you become your own cinderella one night, with six prince charmings to choose from * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

wong kunhang

➺ savior (f, h, ✦) ── 24.3k

royal au, prince!kunhang, princess!reader, "you saved me, so now i'm your problem" ── in which you really should've read up on the customs of your neighboring kingdom before visiting * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ sleepless cinderella (f) ── 11.1k

from the sleepless cinderella series, robotics engineer!kunhang, journalist!reader, e2l ── in which you become your own cinderella one night, with six prince charmings to choose from * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

huang renjun

➺ dr_magic2303 (f, h, m) ── 18.3k

part of the strawberry sunday universe, human!renjun, siren!reader, academic rivals to lovers ── in which a mysterious user by the pseudonym of dr_magic2303 starts popping up on your university’s online forums. you’re determined to get to the bottom of their identity, so you decide to enlist the help of your academic rival for the past four years, huang renjun * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

lee jeno

➺ featherbrain (f, m) ── 48.3k

from the ayakashi series, tengu!jeno, onmyoji!reader ── in which you can't believe you've fallen for this stupid, stupid tengu * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ tongue-tied (f) ── 17.4k

strangers to lovers, model!jeno, journalist!reader, reworked version of old sleepless cinderella route ── in which you find yourself getting sucked deeper and deeper into an article in order to ignore the scarily personal part that won't seem to leave you alone * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ pupsick (f, m) ── 11.8k + 8.8k sequel

part of the strawberry sunday universe, werewolf!jeno, human!reader, f2l, bakery au ── in which jeno's sick and insists that you're the only one that can take care of him. but according to your only other werewolf friend, you're also what's making him sick * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here | sequel

lee donghyuck

➺ invested (f, a) ── 23.1k

ft. mark, love triangle, matching tattoo soulmate au ── in which you're convinced that you don't have a tattoo, and that you're in love with lee donghyuck * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

na jaemin

➺ the golden fruit duology (f) ── 32.0k

nades au, hades!jaemin, human!reader, persephone allegory ── in which you think you're trading away a third of your life for your dream job but get much, much more * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

liu yangyang

➺ speedometer (f, ✦) ── 14.1k

street racer!yangyang, college au ── in which you meet someone who sends your heart racing * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ sleepless cinderella (f, a) ── 12.9k

from the sleepless cinderella series, f1 racer!yangyang, journalist!reader ── in which you become your own cinderella one night, with six prince charmings to choose from * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

jung sungchan

➺ buzzer beater series (f, m, ✦) ── 61.6k posted, ongoing series

college au (and after), hockey captain!sungchan, chronically ill!reader (migraines) ── in which you swear you’re only going to the joint halloween party being hosted by the hockey team and nu chi tau for a few minutes just to say hi to sungchan, but as can be expected with your life, something goes horribly, horribly wrong * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ [NEW] the soulmate factory (f, a, ✦) ── 28.9k

science fantasy au, soulmate au (red string), star crossed lovers, mystery ── in which you work at The Soulmate Factory, pressing all the buttons when you’re supposed to, changing strangers’ fates. until one day a red string appears on your finger, and you know something has gone horribly wrong. employees of The Soulmate Factory are explicitly barred from participating in the program. on top of hiding it from your coworkers and bosses, you also have to investigate how this even happened and undo it, before you lose your job and before you meet your soulmate * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

➺ changer (f, a) ── 22.3k + 25.5k sequel

part of the strawberry sunday universe, werewolf!sungchan, human!reader, slowish burn, blind date ── in which you and sungchan are set up on a blind date, and it goes terribly. but a chance second meeting could reignite the spark of... friendship? well shit. * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here | sequel

➺ tourist trapped (f) ── 2.4k

enemies to lovers (or are they...) ── in which your day out at the fair with your friends somehow ends up with you stuck at the top of the ferris wheel with the one person you'd been avoiding, sungchan. but you're not avoiding him for the reason that all your friends think you are... * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

park jisung

➺ the dragon's happily ever after (f, h) ── 17.4k

part of the strawberry sunday universe, dragon!jisung, human!reader, f2l, secret relationship/fake not dating trope ── in which you and jisung sort of forgot to tell your nosy friends that you're dating, but realize it's the perfect opportunity to give them a little taste of their own medicine. they're trying to set you two up, while you're trying to see how long it takes them to notice that you're already dating. cue the shenanigans * :✧˚ ·♡. ─── read here

#masterlist #nav #mine #text #updated: 02/24/24 #recent: the soulmate factory #next: frankenstein complex #*100

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doiesfav · 10 months

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=͟͟͞♡Boost your Energy - NCT DREAM ||

''INTO THE NEOVERSE''

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Plot: After buying a video game in a not-so-safe vending machine while walking down the streets, you find yourself inside the video game itself and you need to search the way back to the real life.

A/n: This series is only one story but you can choose the member you will end up with (I don't guarantee that all the members are getting a happy ending)

banners and dividers are self-made

''Alright I'm leaving I can't do this anymore'' Your boyfriend said, well now ex-boyfriend. ''Do whatever the fuck you want but don't dare to come back you fucking asshole'' You screamed before the door closed, and there was silence. Something you two never had, a moment of silence except this time it was only you.

You guys were always fighting and it took you very long to realize it was toxic. Your mind was at peace but your heart was a mix of happiness, sadness, and angryness. All the memories you two cherished are now gone, now you two will never see each other again, never cook together, never sing together, and never play video games together. It was all gone.

You wondered if he was feeling like this too, but you were too busy already thinking trying to relax yourself. ''I should probably go out for a walk'' You thought. Since you guys started fighting more frequently, you always went out for a walk and there's no exception right now.

You were walking down the streets at night, today the stars were visible which was weird since you lived in a big city. Some cats were passing by but all you could feel is loneliness around you, this unexplainable feeling that someone who is depressed wants to be free of. ''But some people have it worse, I don't deserve to feel like this because of a breakup'', and the inferiority complex hits. You should feel happy but you didn't.

You just needed a hug, ''how long has it been since someone gave me a sincere hug?'' You wondered, then you couldn't take it anymore and broke to cry sliding down a wall to sit on the ground, ''Buy me something and I'll give you a better life'' A robotic voice made you startled, it was scary because no one else was near you and didn't know where the AI voice came from.

But then you find a weird colorful vending machine just next to you. It didn't sell snacks, instead, it sold weird energy drinks with a videogame, next to it there was a poster saying ''Drink only ONE energy drink before playing the videogame!!'' You've never heard of a game called NEOVERSE before considering you loved playing videogames.

''Weird'' Everything was weird today, since when vending machines are that colorful and sold videogames. ''Is someone here?'' You asked but no one answered, it felt very scary but giving you a better life? You just wanted some comfort and would do anything for it at that moment. The vending machine was shining a lot and it kinda made a signal to hurry up and without noticing my hands went to my pocket to search for coins.

You were desperate for comfort and weren't in your right mind, breaking the rule of making harsh decisions when feeling desperate. You tried to buy the video game because of how cheap it was but it didn't let you, ''Please buy one energy drink before buying the videogame'' That robotic voice spoke again, ''Hello?'' No one answered as you expected. Hoping that you still had some coins, you did and wondered which one you could buy, every drink was different and said different things.

''Please choose your beverage''

-> Press Start - Mark (TBA)

-> Arcade Racer - Renjun (TBA)

-> Loco - Jeno (TBA)

-> Level Up! - Haechan (TBA)

-> The Pink One - Jaemin (TBA)

-> 2127 - Chenle (TBA)

-> Mess, chaos, and disorder - Jisung (TBA)

Thanks for all the support guys. (This series will take a lot of time so please be patient and understanding♡♡) side note: i didnt even start with any members😭

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raibebe · 11 months

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Genre: fluff, relationship study, slice of (apocalyptic) life, action(?) Words: 6.017 AU: Pacific Rim Prompt: Jaeger pilot Jeno x Jaeger technician female reader

Warnings: violence? A giant robot fighting an alien monster. Yeah. Jaemin is a weirdo

A/N: Pacific Rim is one of my most beloved AUs and it's highly underappreciated in my opinion! But! Even if you're not familiar with the AU, Mia said she enjoyed reading it nevertheless. So give Ranger Jeno a try? Please? And also! All hail @kthpurplesyou because she made sense of whatever I had cooked up!

“So when you two drift…” “Mhmm,” Jeno encouraged you to go on, his eyes closed as he tried to figure out what shapes you were drawing onto his naked chest. In turn, he was caressing the skin of your waist. While he was already halfway to dreamland, he loved just being close to you like this, pulling comfort from your body and listening to the smooth sound of your voice - his favorite voice. “You’re in each other’s heads,” you continued. “That’s the general idea, baby. Sharing a headspace so our brains don’t fry while controlling a giant robot,” he chuckled. He wasn’t quite sure where you were going with this since you knew the specifics of the Drift probably just as well as he did. “And you see each other’s memories.” “We don’t just see them, we can feel them too. Relive them basically if we’re not careful and get lost in it. We try to keep our minds clear of most thoughts, so we don’t get distracted. It’s never good to get too involved in a memory whether it be your own or your co-pilot’s.” “So there’s a chance that Jaemin knows what I look like naked.”

At your blunt comment, Jeno swiftly choked on his own saliva and rolled onto his side to cough violently. “Where did that thought come from?” He exclaimed once he was able to get a deep breath of air back in, sitting up on the bed to look down at you curled into your blanket. “Well does he?” “I mean- I- I guess there’s a chance..?” “Jenooo~,” you whined dramatically, hitting his arm before turning away from him to face the very interesting metal wall of your room instead. Dumbfounded, the Ranger just looked at your back for a moment, unsure of what he was supposed to do. How did you even come up with that all of a sudden? He and Jaemin had been co-pilots for years now and getting into this relationship you had to have known from the start that Jaemin would be able to know details of it that Jeno couldn’t help but share through the drift.

“Baby..?” He chose to ask carefully, aligning his body with yours so he could wrap you up in his arms and was relieved when you didn’t fight but instead tangled your legs together, “Are you really upset about this?” Instead of answering, you just huffed out a breath of air and intertwined your fingers with Jeno’s. “That’s not a no,” he concluded, gently squeezing your hand as he tried to keep his amused smile from bleeding into his voice. “It’s like you’re showing my nudes to your best friend.” “I can’t exactly shut him out, baby,” the Ranger tried to gently explain. “The neural handshake won’t work if I try to close myself off from him. And it’s not like he’s actively looking for memories of us having sex.” “But there is a chance that Jaemin has seen it.” Sighing deeply, Jeno pressed a gentle kiss to your nape, “Yes, there is. Especially because you’re all that’s on my mind.” “Stop trying to flatter me,” you whined, flailing around in his hold until he let you go with a smile on his face that curved his eyes into the little half-moons you had come to adore during all the time you had known Jeno. In fact, you had known that you were falling hard for him when you had found yourself tending to his Jaeger more and more just so you had the chance to see his smile light up the room. Even going as far as making a fool out of yourself in front of him, just to make him smile and have him offer his help to you with kind eyes.

“Stop thinking about me when you’re out there,” you grumbled, swinging one of your legs over his body so you could sit atop of him. Jeno’s strong hands immediately found your waist to stabilize you while you cupped his face, tenderly stroking your thumb over the mole beneath his eye that you had kissed more times than you could count, “You need to be focused so you can come back.” “I’ll always come back,” he promised, his voice softening as he brought your hand up to his lips to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist. “They have to send something stronger than those puny Category II that have been coming through to keep us from coming back.” “I mean it,” you insisted. “Think about punching these ugly aliens in the face and not about me.” “Okay, baby,” Jeno giggled, playfully rolling his eyes. “This is serious,” you whined, collapsing onto his chest when he only laughed at your antics.

“Hey,” Jeno mumbled after a moment of silence. “Don’t worry so much about me when I’m out there, okay?” “Easier said than done,” you sighed, burying your face in his neck to bask in the scent of his skin. “I’m strong. And so is Jaemin. We got this. We have each other’s backs. And if things get too messy, they’ll deploy Golden Dragon as well to keep everyone safe.” “And if that’s not enough,” he interrupted you before you could protest, “If that’s not enough, the Hong Kong base isn’t far either and they have a new Mark-4.” “It’s still scary. The clock hasn’t been reset in so long,” you mumbled, gripping tightly onto Jeno like he would slip through your fingers if you didn’t. “Don’t jinx it now,” he just chuckled, craning his head so he could press a kiss to your temple. Yawning loudly, you settled more comfortably against your boyfriend. “Stop worrying your pretty little head and sleep.” “It’s not little,” you protested weakly. “I constructed and installed your new plasma cannon.” “Thank you for keeping me safe out there,” Jeno spoke quietly and despite not being able to see his face, you knew that he was smiling softly. “I love you,” you whispered back, your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth so you weren’t even sure if the words had come out correctly but Jeno still echoed the words back at you.

You didn’t know if you truly had jinxed it last night but instead of Jeno’s alarm, you were woken up by the howling of sirens. Both Jeno and you were startled awake with your hearts beating furiously inside your chests. Finding Jeno’s eyes that mirrored the shock you felt deep within your bones, worry crawled up your throat and burned your mouth like acid, constricting your airways like the Kaiju wasn’t somewhere out there but sat on your chest instead. “Don’t worry,” Jeno immediately tried to soothe you, pulling you in for a quick kiss. “Get her ready so I can kick some alien ass,” he spoke against your lips before both of you hastily got dressed, throwing the clothes that you had hastily discarded yesterday evening at each other. The only thing that kept your silly smiles at bay were the still blasting sirens and the terror they proclaimed. “You better come back in one piece,” you threatened Jeno just when you were pulling up the zipper on your overall. But before you could zip it up completely, Jeno took your hands, making you halt. Slowly, he pulled his dog tags over his head to put the necklace around your neck instead and gently zipped up your overall so they were concealed. “Give them back when I do.” “In one piece,” you reminded him, “And with a dead Kaiju in tow.” “I’ll bring you a souvenir,” he winked cockily, easily catching you when you threw yourself into his arms for one last kiss. “Don’t die!” you called after him, making a beeline for the main hall of the Shatterdome where the Jaegers were stationed for maintenance and Jeno running in the opposite direction to fetch the elevator that would take him to the Drivesuit room.

Upon your arrival to the main hall, J-techs were already running around the Jaeger’s feet like ants, the giant robots dwarfing anyone and anything. Well, they were running around and moving catwalks on one of the Jaegers while the other one was left as it was, her inner parts exposed and stray wires hanging around like vines. “What’s with Golden Dragon?” You called out to one of the techs that handed you your headset along with a tablet showing the schematics of Hurricane Chaser. Percentages and fancy graphics displaying exactly which systems were powered up. “The modifications on the breastplate weren’t done yet. They’re just deploying Hurricane Chaser for now.” With that, the tech blended in with the crowd again, hustling around to get the one Jaeger you had up and running as soon as possible before worse could happen. “Just our luck,” you cursed under your breath. A bad feeling settled in the pit of your stomach as you weaved into the current of people as well, a rehearsed dance between the feet of giants.

“How many Kaiju?” You asked into your headpiece, narrowly avoiding a golf cart looking vehicle carrying tanks of lubricant used for the Jaeger’s joints. “Just one Category II headed towards the coast. It’s a fast one,” Jisung’s deep voice resounded through your ears from the LOCCENT Mission Control room where he was overseeing the entire process, “Status?” “Max 5 minutes for Hurricane Chaser, core is firing up now. Maybe another thirty before Golden Dragon is ready to be deployed, we were still working on the new breastplate.” “No need, Hurricane Chaser will be more than enough to stop it. Come up to oversee deployment.” “This is bullshit, Jisung,” you cursed, angrily punching your code into a terminal to unlock Golden Dragon’s data to oversee her systems. You could easily let everyone install the old breastplate without the new modifications and get the Jaeger ready for battle. Thirty minutes possibly was a stretch but once Hurricane Chaser was deployed, you could get everyone to work on the golden Jaeger, “They shouldn’t engage alone.” The boy could only sigh, “Orders from higher up. Get in here so you can oversee the deployment.” Furious and without granting Jisung an answer, you changed channels on your headpiece. You weren’t about to let Jeno fight a Kaiju without any backup. “Chenle, please tell me you’re working on Golden Dragon.” “Good morning to you too,” the other J-tech laughed. “I had the old breastplate temporarily fixed but it’s at a risk of corrosion from Kaiju blue-“ “Which would damage the core,” you completed his sentence with him. “They’re on their own on this one. I haven’t connected the relays on the new one yet, had some issues with the power supply. I was actually about to ask for your help today to find out where I’m overloading the system.” “Fuck.” “Hong Kong is getting one of their Jaegers ready too if we need help. Go get your ass up to LOCCENT, I’ll handle everything else,” Chenle urged you on and immediately barked out orders in rapid-fire Mandarin, mandatory usage of English be damned. Switching the channel to the chitter chatter of LOCCENT again, you took a deep breath and looked up at the looming figure of Hurricane Chaser, freshly painted in a deep blue color. “Bring him home safely.”

“You didn’t come home last night,” Jaemin said in lieu of a greeting, suggestively wiggling his eyebrows from his place in the middle of the room as he was surrounded by Drivesuit technicians hustling around to get their armor ready. “Missed me?” Jeno blew his co-pilot a kiss which Jaemin caught in a dramatic act. “Less talking, more getting ready,” one of the Drivesuit technicians huffed, heaving parts of Jeno’s suit out of the cabinet. Always worried that he’d cause an inconvenience to the technicians, Jeno quickly stepped into place beside his co-pilot, straightening his spine and bending his arms like he was instructed to so he could quickly get dressed. “What are we dealing with?” “Category II and that beast is quickly approaching our coast,” Jaemin filled him in, hissing when his spinal clamp clicked into place and Jeno’s back hurt with phantom pain from an injury he had never sustained, “A little more gently please.” “No footage yet?” “None, sir,” one of the technicians replied, clipping Jeno’s shoulder pads into place before handing him his helmet. “Must be one ugly bastard,” Jaemin chuckled, running a hand through his freshly dyed orange hair before pulling his helmet on, the relay gel shortly obscuring his face. “Let’s go mess it up some more,” Jeno grinned, pulling his outgrown hair back before he mirrored Jaemin’s movements. He had always felt a little claustrophobic with the helmet on and kept his eyes closed, taking a couple of steady breaths until he could see again, knowing well how once the adrenaline really kicked in, nothing really mattered anymore.

“Rangers Lee and Na ready to enter Conn-Pod,” a technician called out into their headpiece before they opened the heavy doors for them that groaned under their own weight. “Home Sweet Home,” Jaemin chuckled, taking his place at the left, his feet easily clicking into the mechanism of the pedals. Following his co-pilot’s lead, Jeno stepped into place as well. His muscle memory kicked in when the handle controlling his arm of the Jaeger was brought up and he gripped it tightly. “She’s looking good,” he approved when he couldn’t make out any of the damage Hurricane Chaser had sustained in their last battle, the interface coming up confirming that all systems were up and running already. “Ready for drop,” Jisung’s familiar voice filled their ears just before the Conn-Pod was dropped down the shaft. It quickly picked up speed as metal ground on metal and sent sparks flying before the Conn-Pod hit its target dead on between Hurricane Chaser’s shoulders with a loud thunk, the metal groaning with the impact. Quickly, the tens of mechanisms around the neck of the giant secured its head, making the Conn-Pod tremble until it was safely locked into place. “If only there were a way to make this go softer,” Jaemin groaned, rearranging charts on the interface to his liking in a way that made no sense at all to Jeno right now. Their vitals right next to the map, really?

“Stop complaining, Na,” your voice sounded over the comms. “Oh if it’s not our favorite J-tech,” he singsonged, just to further annoy you. Jeno had never understood why Jaemin always needed to antagonize you but he couldn’t help but find it rather amusing. Not that he would ever tell you that unless he wanted to see you pout and whine about it. “Hey babe,” Jeno couldn’t help but smile, his fondness for you bleeding into his voice and even without looking, he was sure that Jaemin was rolling his eyes at him. “Hurricane Chaser is ready for deployment, I patched her up and upgraded her since last time,” you reminded the Rangers, “The blade is now more secure and you have a new plasma cannon in the left arm, Jaemin.” “Sweet.” “Take care of her.” “Treating her like the fine lady she is,” Jeno promised, biting his tongue so he wouldn’t declare his love for you again for everyone who was checked into their comms to hear. As much as he was fond of everyone knowing just how much he adored you - Jaemin would call it a possessive streak - it didn’t seem like the right thing to present when he was about to risk his life to protect that of others from a huge alien monster.

“Ready to be in my brain?” “I never am,” Jeno joked but at the same time he truly meant it. And it had nothing to do with how disjointed Jaemin’s thoughts were, jumping from here to there at such a speed that Jeno wasn’t even sure if his friend was able to even grasp all his thoughts, but all with how you could never truly be ready to share a headspace with someone even if you had done it time and time again both with and without the threat of an alien trying to eradicate your entire race. “Initiating neural handshake in 15-“ Jisung slowly counted down for the two rangers, his voice strong and steady as always despite the threat at hand. Closing his eyes, Jeno tried to calm his mind to make the process easier but nothing would ever prepare him for the initial feeling of the Drift. To him, it felt like both drowning and like he got hit square in the chest, all air being punched from his lungs as he fell in a pool full of tar that clogged his lungs. Flashes of different memories played out in front of his eyes: A child chasing after a ball, sitting at a desk and doing homework, and a man looming at the door. Jaemin’s memories. Then everything seemed to morph together and shift like he was on a rollercoaster, thrown left and right before another memory took shape: A young man sitting on the catwalk high up in the Shatterdome, tears obstructing his vision as he crumpled a piece of paper in his hand. But despite the tears, all that memory made Jeno feel was anger. Just as suddenly as the memories were crashing down on Jeno, it was quickly over again like he had finally breached the surface of the sea and he was able to heave in a deep breath.

“Neural handshake strong and steady,” Jisung announced, “Pilots aligning perfectly.” “Right hemisphere calibrating,” Jeno spoke, moving his arm up and just like she was supposed to, Hurricane Chaser followed his example, holding her fist up in front of her chest. “Left hemisphere calibrating,” Jaemin mirrored him, going through the familiar motion of the calibration to make Hurricane Chaser’s other palm collide with the fist. “Hurricane Chaser ready for deployment. Go kick some Kaiju ass.”

Completely in sync and breathing as if they shared a pair of lungs, Jaemin and Jeno took one step forward on their pedals. Hurricane Chaser followed their moves with a heavy footstep out of the Shatterdome and into the ocean, waves crashing around her feet. “That’s it babygirl,” Jaemin grinned, moving a last piece of the interface into place and now, with their shared headspace, Jeno couldn’t have found a better place for the chart.

“So, you got some last night, that’s why you didn’t come back to the room.” “Get out of my head,” Jeno groaned, suppressing the urge to shake his head. “You can’t get rid of me~” Jaemin just sang, a grin spreading on his lips as they started to jog towards the supposed position of the Kaiju. “Stop getting off to me having sex just because you ain’t getting any,” Jeno sighed, keeping his eyes on the interface for any sign of the beast and trusting Jaemin to keep them on the right course. “It’s not like I want to see any of that, just for the record,” Jaemin noted, “Not my fault you’re so obsessed with her that she’s all you’re ever thinking about. Kinda gross actually.”

“Why don’t we keep it professional for once, kids?” A familiar voice interrupted Jeno before he could defend himself. He was definitely not obsessed with you, he was thinking about you a perfectly normal amount. “Markie,” Jaemin cheered, “Are you jealous?” “Not after seeing the Kaiju, we finally have footage,” the other Ranger sighed, sending the footage over to be played on the big screen in Hurricane Chaser. “That’s not a Category II,” Jeno gasped upon seeing the beast absolutely annihilate a town that happened to stand in its way, its tentacle-like appendages whipping around to demolish houses and infrastructure alike. “It’s been upgraded to Category III, the readings weren’t really concrete,” Mark informed them, his voice hoarse. “It’s not your fault Golden Dragon isn’t ready,” Jaemin spoke Jeno’s mind sooner than he could, his voice softening, “We got this.” “Hong Kong is readying up two of their Jaegers just in case.” “So they don’t really trust us to finish this ugly thing off,” Jaemin scoffed while Jeno was busy scrolling the video footage back and forth, trying to get a feel for the Kaiju. They were quite evenly matched based on size and that was saying a lot. Hurricane Chaser was massive, the biggest Jaeger they had currently stationed in Tokyo. “You’re on your own for a while, it’s quite the trip for them,” Jisung interjected, “Watch out for those tentacles.” “Yeah no shit,” Jeno and Jaemin spoke in tandem, grinning at each other. “Don’t die, boys,” Mark tried to hype them up, but both of them could tell that the weight of his worry and guilt was crushing down on the senior pilot, “Less than two minutes until contact.” “We should try to cut the tentacles first, that seems to be its main weapon,” Jeno mused, “I can’t really make out any other special thing.” “My thoughts exactly.” “We have the same thoughts.”

“LOCCENT, we see it,” Jeno announced when the shape of the Kaiju came into view, a whirlwind of a mass, dashing around at a speed that shouldn’t be possible for a monster that size. “Hurricane Chaser engaging,” Jaemin grinned, flexing his fingers - and Jeno’s by proxy - around the handles controlling the arms of their Jaeger. As soon as the beast sensed their presence, it whipped around to let out a toe-curling scream that reverberated in the hull of Hurricane Chaser, showing off rows of teeth on the inside of its yellow mouth, its saliva bubbling over. “Nasty,” was Jaemin’s only comment, bending his knees to brace for the impact as the beast pounced. Taking one last deep breath, Jeno cleared his mind and focused only on the task at hand: Taking down this monstrosity even if it were to cost his life. With this single-minded focus shared between the two pilots, the world narrowed down to this moment. Time seemed to go by slower as the Kaiju approached, its tentacles whipping behind the mass of its body as it ran towards the Jaeger with a single-minded agenda: To kill whatever was in its way. Against all odds, the Kaiju simply slipped through Hurricane Chaser’s arms that were meant to stop it in its path, colliding with her chest head on and almost throwing her off balance before it slipped past.

“What was that?” Jeno gasped, whipping his head around so they wouldn’t lose sight of the beast as it barreled past them, shouldering the Jaeger whose pilots struggled to keep the giant balanced. “It just slipped through,” Jaemin kept LOCCENT in the loop, his eyes wide and chest heaving with heavy breaths, “We couldn’t grab it.” “Hull is holding up strong.” “It’s coming again!”

Just like the first time, the Kaiju slipped right through their hands and barreled into Hurricane Chaser at full force, managing to wrestle her to the ground. “There’s an overgrown puppy on top of us!” Jaemin called out, trying to get a hold of the tentacles bearing down on them while Jeno called on the mechanism to release the blade embedded in the right arm. “Get ready.” “I was born ready,” Jaemin grinned, swinging his arm in sync with Jeno and Hurricane Chaser to cut straight through the bundle of tentacles on the left side of the Kaiju, the plasma blade cutting through the flesh like a hot knife through butter. “That’s it, baby!” Jaemin’s shout got drowned out by the scream the creature let out, the sound rattling the Conn-Pod as it finally jumped away from the Jaeger so she could stand upright again. “Kaiju severely damaged,” Jeno reported, his eyes flicking over the status module of Hurricane Chaser, “Minor damage to the breastplate, core stable.”

“You sure this is a Category III, Jisung?” Jaemin chuckled, watching with glee in his eyes how the Kaiju darted back and forth as if it was wallowing in its pain. “Don’t underestimate it,” Jisung’s voice sounded over the comms, “It already caught you off guard twice.” “Details,” Jaemin rolled his eyes, his annoyance clear as day to Jeno over the neural link. “Focus,” Jeno muttered, “It’s done mourning the loss of the tentacles.” In the same pattern as before, the Kaiju barreled towards the Jaeger again but something was different this time. Maybe it was the way its leaps were longer or the way it put more pressure on its back legs but Jaemin and Jeno had seen enough Kaiju to predict what was going to happen. “Duck!” Jeno and Jaemin screamed as if they had one pair of lungs, Hurricane Chaser’s joints groaning under the sudden movement that had the Kaiju barely missing them when it had gone straight for the Jaeger’s head where the Conn-Pod was located.

“It’s like it knows we’re in here,” Jaemin panted, whirring around to brace for the next attack. “It’s too fast like this, we can’t grab it,” Jeno worried but before he could think of a solution, the Kaiju pounced again and latched onto his side of the Jaeger with its jaws spread wide to accommodate the girth of the elbow joint. “Fuck, get this thing off!” He groaned when the neural connection sent sparks of pain through his arm like he was the one getting chewed on, rendering him immobile as he gritted his teeth. “On it,” Jaemin assured his co-pilot, his own arm tingling with phantom pain. Forcing them both through the pain that the neural link to the Jaeger provided, he activated the mechanism of the blade again that pierced straight through one of the Kaiju’s legs, leaving it screaming before it jumped off.

“Way too close,” Jeno groaned, flexing his fingers to shake off the lingering feeling of pain that made his arm feel heavier than it was. “Something is off, calibrate right hemisphere.” Perplexed, Jeno went through the familiar motions again but Hurricane Chaser would only follow his movement very delayed, the plasma blade still out despite recalling it. “What? LOCCENT, we have no power on the right arm,” Jeno reported, his eyes wide as his gaze flew over the schematics drawn up. This couldn’t be. Hurricane Chaser had just been maintained. “Can’t be, none of the relays have been damaged and no vital parts of the mechanism were compromised either,” Jisung answered, probably looking over the exact same graphs that Jeno was. “I’m telling you, I can’t recall the blade or move the arm correctly,” the pilot argued, groaning when the Kaiju slammed into his side again when they didn’t manage to evade quickly enough. The remaining tentacles damaged the Jaeger further, graphs flashing red to display the damages. “Jeno, can you reset the arm?” Your voice came next, laced with panic that you tried to swallow down for the sake of professionalism, “It looks all normal from our end but I can see the problem on the live feed.” “We’re a little busy here,” Jaemin gritted through his teeth, trying to hit the Kaiju when it pounced again but the punch barely did anything to the beast. “What’s wrong with this fucker?”

Quieting down, Jeno took a deep breath. They could figure this out. He had barely any control over the right arm anymore. The side the Kaiju had attacked. The big tentacle that the Kaiju funnily hadn’t reacted too badly to having half of them cut off. “If it’s not the tentacles that make it special,” Jaemin agreed, “What is? Other than that, it’s just loud and slimy.” “Slimy?” “Yeah, there’s slobber all over the breastplate and your arm.” Jeno hadn’t even paid attention to that detail, putting it off as the usual Kaiju saliva but now that he was looking closer, the arm was dripping with it.

“You’re insane.” “Get out of my thoughts,” Jeno barked with no real bite, “LOCCENT, the Kaiju is poisonous.” “We know that already, how’s that what’s happening?” Concern was bleeding into Jisung’s voice when the Kaiju slammed into the Jaeger again, staggering the giant who struggled to throw it off and leaving more of the viscous liquid on the breastplate in the process. “No, not toxic for the environment, it’s like a poison dart frog. Whatever that slime is that it’s covered with, it’s messing with our power supply on the arm or blocking the impulses. I’m not a mechanic, goddamnit.” “Avoid it at all costs,” you called out before Jisung could reply, “If that’s how it operates, we don’t know how much damage it can do to the system. If it cancels the neural handshake by paralyzing the system, you’re done for.”

“Then let’s see how good our new toy is,” Jaemin grinned, transforming the still working left arm into the newly installed plasma cannon. “If this thing would hold still for longer than a couple of seconds, this would be a whole lot easier.” “It’s a multiple-ton heavy alien, it’ll hit,” Jeno argued, recalling his formal training in the army to the forefront of their shared headspace to help Jaemin aim. “We should have tried this out beforehand,” Jaemin groaned when the recoil of the blast reverberated through his arm, throwing the Jaeger off balance while the bright blue plasma ball only grazed the Kaiju, angering it further. And for all that the powerful blast was worth, it was agonizing to see how slowly the numbers rose that indicated the charge on it. “It’s too fast and the cannon doesn’t charge quick enough, we have to let it come close again.” “Absolutely not, Jeno,” you immediately interjected over the comms, “If more of this substance gets on the Jaeger, we can’t predict what will happen.” “We can never predict what will happen when we fight a Kaiju,” he argued, “That’s our only chance if we want to kill it.” “Jeno-“ Before you could voice your concerns, Jaemin flipped a switch that cut communication with LOCCENT. “That will get us in so much trouble.” “Can’t have her talk you out of this.” “Get ready then,” Jeno said grimly, lowering his stance and enabling a mechanism on the legs of the Jaeger that would allow her to stand up more securely and hopefully not barrel over from the force of the Kaiju.

“Plasma gun charging.” “Make it count!” Jeno shouted out when the Kaiju pounced, the Jaeger and him groaning alike under the weight. With barely any control over the arm, he tried his best to lock the Kaiju in place to keep it from flailing around so the shot wouldn’t miss again. With the beast so close, they were able to look directly into its mouth, seeing rows upon rows of sharp teeth, the inside of its mouth glowing yellow. “Firing!” For a split second, everything was drowned in the blue light of the plasma cannon, then came the almost comical noise of the charge being unleashed. After that, there was just silence. The Kaiju didn’t scream when it fell into the water like dead weight, a huge hole in its underbelly. What was left of its tentacles twitched a couple of times but after that, it lay there motionless.

“We did it,” Jaemin panted, a grin breaking out over his features, “We took out a Cat III without any reinforcements!” “Yeah,” Jeno couldn’t help but laugh, his body running wild with all the adrenaline and endorphins, “Fuck man, we actually killed it.” Still grinning, Jaemin flipped the switch back on that would connect them to the Shatterdome. “Rangers Na and Lee reporting a dead Category III Kaiju,” he spoke. “Don’t. Ever. Flip that switch again, Jaemin,” Jisung all but growled. Oh, he was pissed pissed. “But good job,” he added with a sigh, “We’ll take care of the cadaver, come back home.”

“We should totally call it slime jellyfish,” Jaemin decided. “I don’t think we get to decide that,” Jeno laughed, carefully checking how much control he had over his hemisphere of Hurricane Chaser and still finding the arm completely unresponsive but at least the leg seemed to work with an extra bit of effort. “We should. New rule: Whoever kills the Kaiju gets to name it.” “You can ask the Marshal when you’re in his office once you’re back,” Jisung sighed over the comms, “He’s waiting.” “With breakfast?” “I don’t think so, Jaem,” Jeno chuckled, “Let’s get her home.”

“Stop being so reckless,” you scolded, throwing yourself into Jeno’s arms as soon as he stepped out of the Conn-Pod, colliding roughly with the metal of the Drive suit. “Stop worrying so much then,” he chuckled, tightly winding his arms around you, “We had everything under control.” “You couldn’t control half your Jaeger.” “And even with half a Jaeger, we kicked alien ass,” Jaemin chimed in, his grin still etched onto his features as he tried to fix his helmet hair. “You,” you threatened, slipping out of Jeno’s embrace to stab your finger into Jaemin’s chest armor, “What has gotten into you shutting off the comms like that? I should dismount that switch. We had no idea what was happening to you.” “And what would knowing have changed?” The Ranger arched one of his stupidly perfect-looking brows, a challenge clear in his voice. Flabbergasted by his words, you didn’t know how to respond, opening and closing your mouth but no words coming out.

“Exactly. And don’t worry so much about who sees you naked,” he added with a wide grin, not so gently taking your chin between his fingers to close your jaws. “Jaemin!” Cackling, he made a beeline for the Drive room to get his suit taken off and the only thing hindering you from ripping him a new one were Jeno’s arms around your middle. “Please don’t murder my co-pilot,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the side of your face. “I wouldn’t take that honor away from the Marshal,” you snickered, going limp in his hold and trusting him to catch you.

“I told you I’d be coming back,” Jeno whispered. “I nev-” “Oh you did,” he chuckled. “I was so scared,” you admitted, your voice getting smaller and smaller. “And I’m sorry for scaring you,” he spoke softly, spinning you around so he could cup your face between his palms, “But this is my life.” “I know, Jeno, I-” “Can you not trust in my abilities?” “It’s not that,” you pleaded, gripping onto his wrists, so he wouldn’t pull away, “I’m just scared to lose who I love the most, Jeno.” “Trust in me then. In our love. I will come back.” “But how can you promi-” This time, instead of shutting your thoughts down with his words, he did so with his lips. “Okay?” He whispered against your lips. “You’ll come back.” “Every time,” he promised, his hands trailing down your neck to lower the zipper of your overall, “So you can give these back to me.” “Of course,” you puffed out in a chuckle, pulling his dog tags over your head to press them against his chest armor, right over his heart, “Of course.” “I love you,” he promised, sealing it with another kiss.

“Now, I love a grand declaration of love and enjoy seeing couples engage in PDA as much as the next person,” Jaemin’s voice interrupted your moment rather rudely, “But I do believe Jeno and I are due to get our asses handed to ourselves by the Marshal.” “You have the worst timing,” Jeno groaned. “Weird, that’s what my last girlfriend used to say to me too,” his co-pilot mused, throwing Jeno’s uniform at him, “We’re meeting him in five and I doubt he wants to see you in your suit.”

“Well, I guess I-” “I’ll trust you to come back,” you giggled when your boyfriend playfully rolled his eyes, “If you’re looking for me after, I’ll be the one covered in grease, trying to repair your giant man-toy.” “And I’ll be the one offering you his help despite knowing absolutely nothing just so I can watch you without being a creep,” Jeno smiled, pressing a last kiss to your lips.

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twilghtkoo · 2 years

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how i cheer up my boyfriend after a small argument

- pairings. idol!haechan x female reader

- genre. comfort?? fluff, crack??

- warnings. suggestive towards the end, haechan is sad :( also not proofread bc i was rushing to get this uploaded

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haechan was sitting in the living room in silence- from what you could hear- probably sitting on his phone. you sigh to yourself, heading out your bedroom to where you boyfriend is, lying on the couch, your back facing him. his focus on a mobile game he’s playing, the one he told you about last week that jeno got him and the boys on.

“donghyuck-ah?” you softly call out, bending down. you didn’t expect an answer from him. all his attention on his phone, you sigh to yourself. you can’t even remember what the argument was about. was it the dishes?

you push yourself up from the floor, and walk over to the kitchen counter. “hey alexa, play 1,2,3 by nct dream on spotify.”

“playing 1,2,3 by nct dream on spotify…” alexa stated. the song started with the beats, you turn on your heals, head bopping to the song.

sliding on your wooden floor with the help of the pink socks covering your feet, over to your boyfriend.

“hey shawty!” you imitate haechan’s dance part (badly) in front of him, taking his phone from his hands and lightly tossing it next to him on the couch.

“jeo meolliseo georeooneun neol boni,” you perform in front of him, literally giving it your all even though you look like ass. you can see both ends of his lips are fighting to smile. yet his eyes are filled with enjoyment.

“ssodajineun bicheul bon geot gachi,” you jump away from him to the center of the living room about to go hard on renjun’s part before haechan walks over to you.

“alexa stop!” he tells the robot. your place is filled with silence once again, but the boy in front of you has a smirk on his face.

“i would’ve let you continued but it was getting hard to watch.”

you cocked your head to the side, “why? was i better than you.” you smirked.

he scoffs, crossing his arms and steps closer to you til you can practically feel his breath on your face. “you wish. but i do love to see you singing to my parts.”

“i am your number one fan.” you grin, tip toeing to place a gentle kiss on his lips. but haechan dodges it by stepping back.

you gasp, “hey!” frowning.

he chuckles, “i’ll let you kiss me if perform my part again for me.” he compromises.

“alright.”

“but i wanna record it.”

“hard no.”

“come on!”

“no way hyuck, your gonna show the boys the video. i know you.” and it’s embarrassing, you know chenle will never let you live that down if he witnessed that.

“i won’t show them, i swear! it’ll just be for my eyes only.”

you squint your eyes at him, scanning his face for any hints of lying. but none.

you shut your eyes and take a deep breath. “okay fine. but i want to suck your dick after this.”

“deal.”

argument was all forgotten.

#sorry for the lack of posts #i9hyuck #lee donghyuck #haechan #haechan fluff #haechan x reader #nct dream #haechan imagines #nct fluff #haechan drabbles #nct donghyuck #nct haechan #haechan tiktok series #boyfriend!haechan #idol!haechan #nct scenarios

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what-if-nct · 1 year

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NCT's reaction to being called a bad boy.

Taeil: I am? What else am I? Are you going to sit on me?

Johnny: What are you going to do? Spank me? *Bends over and shakes his butt*

Taeyong: But...but I'm a good boy. I mean, If I was bad then I'd understand if you wanted to punish me.

Yuta: Now spit on me.

Doyoung: What the hell are you talking about? What did I even do? I didn't do anything.

Kun: Unfortunately daddy can't be a bad boy, try again.

Ten: I can be so much worse, I'll make you punish me.

Jaehyun: How bad of boy am I? You want to punish me?

Winwin: Okay.......?

Jungwoo: You want me to get my leash?

Mark: Yoooo, what you even trying to do right now? Like what's going on?

Xiaojun: First of all. yes, yes I am.

Hendery: Anyway, *turns on electronic music and does the robot* Beep. boop.

Renjun: I know and?

Jeno: So what if I am? What do you think you can do about it?

Haechan: Yeah. I am. What are you going to do about it?

Jaemin: *bends over* I'm ready for my punishment.

Yangyang: *whispers* Are we about to.... you know.....

Shotaro: I am? What did I do? 🥺

Sungchan: Why are you calling me that? If I did anything I'm sorry.

Chenle: That's cute, you think you can control me.

Jisung: B....but I'm not.

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mint-yooxgi · 2 years

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omg thank you for the clingy yandere!jeno fic it was so good!! can we have a part 2 ~

Anonymous said: part 2 of clingy yan!jeno please!

Part One

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The following morning, you prepare yourself for your exam. Luckily, you’ve been able to avoid bumping into Jeno so far, making sure to lose yourself in the crowd as you all file into the gym where your exam is taking place. Unfortunately for you, a soon as you take a seat at one of the empty desks, Jeno appears, sliding into the one right beside you.

“Good luck!” He seems awful cheery for a man about to take a test worth fifty percent of his grade.

“Thanks,” you grimace slightly, sparing him a glance out of the corner of your eyes to see him already staring at you. “You too.”

That million watt smile you’ve come to know him for spreads across his face, his eyes narrowing into crescents as he turns back to face the front. You’re sure that if you were to look again, you’d see his ears turning red, too.

Glancing around the room, you attempt to see if you can spot your best friend as they enter the gym. They had stayed up a little later than you to finish studying for this exam, so you know they probably didn’t get to sleep until the early hours of the morning. Hopefully they’re not running late.

As if he’s able to read your thoughts, Jeno’s voice is drawing your attention to him once more.

“I’m sure they’re already here,” he says, though you fail to register how tense he’s suddenly become. “Probably behind us, or something.”

You can only nod in response, about to turn around to scan the seats behind you until the examiner is drawing everyone’s attention to the front. You did choose to sit pretty far up this time around, so hopefully Jeno’s right.

In a matter of minutes, the exam is underway, and all of your worry is shoved aside to focus on the exam in front of you. They would never miss a test for anything, so you’re sure they’re fine.

The exam is three hours. You finish in two and a half.

Of course, Jeno finished a little bit before you, but he stalled for time, wanting to bring your tests up to the front together. It’s the little things that matter most to him, and this is one of them.

Noticing him following you up, you’re quick to hand in your papers. The only thing on your mind now is getting out of here as quick as you can, without having to talk to Jeno. Unfortunately for you, things never work out as planned.

“So, how did you find the exam?” He asks as soon as you exit the gym.

“Not too bad,” you reply, not even bothering to look at him as you head over to your usual exam meeting spot with your best friend. Hopefully they’ll meet you there once they’re finished writing for the morning.

“Yeah, it was easier than I thought it would be,” he hums, adjusting the strap to his bag over his shoulder. “Though I wish I had a study partner last night.”

You hum, barely registering his words, or the way his eyes flash at you as you pull out your phone. Hitting the power button shows you a slew of notifications you weren’t expecting. Frowning, you unlock your phone.

Jeno continues to ramble about something or other as you go to check your voicemail. It seems someone’s been trying to reach you for the past hour or so, but the problem is, you don’t recognize the number.

At hearing what the voice on the other end of the line has to say, your expression drops.

Immediately, Jeno notices your change in mood, and how you almost robotically lower your phone from your ear.

“What?” He frowns, nothing but concern for you written all over his features. “What is it?”

“It’s my best friend,” you reply numbly, eyes staring straight ahead yet seeing nothing. “They’re in the hospital. They might not-” you blink back tears, “they might not make it.”

“Oh my god,” Jeno’s eyes widen, “what happened?”

“I don’t-” your whole body begins to shake and you sit on the closest bench Jeno right beside you, “I don’t know.”

Leaning forward, you place your head in your hands, worry consuming you as the tears finally begin to fall down your cheeks. You hardly even register the comforting hand Jeno places on your back as he soothes you, cooing sweet nothings to help calm you down.

Everywhere his fingers touch you, tingles erupt on his skin. So much so that he has to suppress the shiver that wants to run down his spine. He glances at his hands, the same hands which had been wrapped around your best friend’s throat merely hours before.

Finally, he’s holding onto the one person he cherishes most.

#ask #yandere jeno #jeno drabble #yandere nct #nct drabble #drabbles

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fff777 · 29 days

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reaction to NCT DREAM ( )SCAPE Film Behind the Scene

another lengthy video ^^;;

detail-oriented jisung as always

ohhhh so they only had a small number of actors and i guess they just copied and pasted them to make the cafeteria look full

there are some shots that didn't make it in the film, as one would expect

next is mark and haechan with their classroom scene

jeno injury makeup

chenle losing his mind as we speak

both jisung and jeno have referenced AI and i'm thinking it's just kind of a catchall term for a lifeless and robotic being. because personally i would refer to the prisoners as brainwashed rather than AI.

renjun having lots of discussion about what emotions he should show

teary eyed renjun

discussing the love letter and then breaking out into unknown

dance challenge intermission. i just noticed that they're wearing a puppy + kitty sweater. that's them. is that the official nomin sweater?

this one was really cute though i admit

jaemin struck with the arrow of cuteness X3

injured foot makeup for jisung ^^;;

lessons from ballet instructor/choreographer. i will say, my one gripe with the jisung ballet scene was that it felt like the room was too small for him to actually stretch his arms out. you can see here that he's pretty close to the wall so it doesn't feel like he's dancing unrestrained like he should be.

jisung: please show them my feet

this huge bag of fake pills

jisung in ballet mode

jisung learned ballet ten years ago for three months. haechan did mention that in the countdown stream.

renjun was discussing acting with his eyes with someone (perhaps a director) and he was like "well, i'll have to try it out because it's new to me too" but the other person was like "i've seen you act well before, you'll be fine" :3

cuties in the house (the gun range)

renjun had to film a number of emotional scenes, presumably for that shattered mirror scene

renjun's character :3

jaemle practising sword fighting

...entertainment industry filming schedules are crazy stupid ToT there is no reason for this scene to be shot at 4 in the morning except to make crazy stupid deadlines. like the only reason something should be filmed at 4 in the morning is if it's a night scene and all of dream( )scape was filmed indoors so.

group scenes now! i'm not gonna lie, the running scenes in the film did look awkward and i think it was because they had to jog lightly lol.

laughing at the fact that they bust open the door and were looking at nothing XD

so it had come to my attention that chenji

they're starting to laugh now XD

commemorative group pics as always

lol they were watching sportsball

joining them cozily :3 on the floor of course because jisung notoriously never sits on chairs.

the spitting saga never ends and it always involves renjun

celebrating a goal lmfao

jaemin going full AIGOOO

markmin acting a big laugh XD

mc haechan monologuing as always

haechan: guys, tell us what you think about filming haechan: post it on bubble later

omg....this final scene was filmed at 3 AM...so that window is completely artificial light. i can't with these insane schedules ToT

talking over each other at the end >3 but mostly markminhyuckle

cute :3

#screencaps & commentaries #nct #nct dream

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kim-woonhak · 2 years

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• - hmm let's see :D ~

xiaojun vs jeno

nct vs p1harmony

beatbox vs doom du doom

glitch mode vs venom

aHHH all the hard hitters straight out of the gate

xiaojun vs jeno adskdflsjdfjjjj okay this is purely based on my jeno brainrot for the past couple weeks even when i saw xiaojun's Praew magazine photos a few days ago jeno immediately just got my attention again lmao he's been soooo busy recently (running around my head LOL) ever since i saw him again at kcon LA and then smtown seoul + tokyo into promoting villain with key and then the dream concert footage these past two days and now he's on his way to ny fucking fashion week i've just been continuously devastated by him.... there is nobody else i can afford to think about right now </3

nct vs p1harmony omfg NOOOO MY PIWON BABIES :((( i was literally just rewatching a lot of their tiktoks a few hours ago i love them so much :((((((( but also sdjfaisefsfjjj after kcon i realized i just... love being an nctzen LMAO even if this is one of the most unhinged fanbases ive ever seen :') part of the reason why im not on the bird app lmao but yeah i love the neos and i love my nct hoe anthems and microwave noise music and endless amount of content and drama and they've even got me obsessed w fucking lime green... 🤢💚🌱

beatbox vs doom du doom THIS IS MY RHYTHM (DOOM DOOM) THIS IS MY SONG!!! omg i was looking back at my top songs of first half of 2022 gifset and realized none of them r group title tracks and i swear i thought beatbox would be the first one to finally break that trend (they'll probably still make my list for second half of 2022) bUT WHEN I HEARD DOOM DU DOOM I WAS INSTANTLY OBSESSSEDDD like everything from intak's opening adlibs that i have memorized to jongseob's rap part to the chorus choreo which is so cool it's one of my all time fave choreos of this year and the fact that each chorus has a different choreo because there's also soul's dance break version and the final chorus version and i love the styling in the music video especially what they were wearing in the boxing ring w the black white n neon lime fave fave FAVE also the giANT FLAGS were so pretty and i love that intak got to wave one on stage during their promotions it made the ending pose look so cool ugh yeah i literally have listened to this song every day since it came out... okay but also beatbox iS SUCH A GREAT SONG also obsessed w the colorful styling and the boom chicka boom chicka chicka boom boom choreo part w the hands and knees to shoulder isolations is so satisfying and also jaemin's solo footwork part and i think mark just really shines in that song it's so hip hop groovy and catchy it was stuck in my head for months i swearrrrr

glitch mode vs venom HUHHHHHHHH okay so i feel like i was slightly disappointed in the chorus build up for both songs, but venom definitely has a better one tho the second chorus is just soooo much better to me than the first one with the dramatic slowdown during changbin's part into the gradual speed up thru lix/hyunjin/hans raps w the iconic skz sirens going off in the background into geomijul drop to the point where i wish there was a way that the first geomijul chorus drop couldve been just as good which is so nitpicky but the track video was so good and i love the choreo for it when i saw it on tour <3 but anyways glitch mode is a hard one to beat hehe i love the very nct intro w the robot voices and the styling for the music video and the glitching choreo is so fun and also jeno (the fan chant is so cute with the echoed "nightmare" and "ok" haha) n mark's rap parts (lol i will never forget that light speed is "299792 [km] per second" now !!) and yeah i have the chorus memorized now just as a product of listening to it too often i think at this point i'm just personally very attached to this song after seeing it performed live twice too <3

> make me choose <

#ask game #anon #shdfisSFHHJHEJJHHHH ive just been in full nctzen mode recently i cant i cant i CANT #ALSO GLITCH MODE ERA WAS PINK JENO ERA LIKE THATS AN AUTO WIN FOR GLITCH MODE :'))))))#okay but DOOM DU DOOM >>>>>>>>>#anyways sorry these r just horrid run on sentences

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moaloves · 4 months

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it's been repeating over and over again; the ending that came before my eyes

GENRE: gen, tua au, angst, hurt/comfort

SUMMARY: Renjun is thirteen when the world ends around him. He's seventeen when he tries to save it. Title from 그냥 괴물을 살려두면 안 되는 걸까 (Can’t We Just Leave The Monster Alive?) by TXT

WARNINGS: temporary character death, apocalypse, child abuse, child neglect, grief, alcoholism, underage drinking, minor emetophobia

Chapter 2

Jeno’s week starts with his dad dying. It doesn’t get better from there. He gets the call at three a.m. on Sunday. His first coherent thought of the day is, ‘Oh God, I hope Chenle didn’t finally snap and kill the man.’ Their mom is who calls, as distant and robotic but polite as always, starting the call by asking how Jeno’s day is going.

“Mom…It’s three a.m. I was asleep,” he groggily explains.

His mom hums in confusion. “Asleep in the morning?” She questions and then moves on before Jeno can respond. “I’m afraid I have bad news sweetie. Your father has passed away.” Her tone is still light and airy as though she isn’t delivering life-changing news to her son.

Jeno’s world ends for a moment.

Jeno’s dad, even now that Jeno is almost an adult who doesn’t even live with him, has more control over Jeno’s life than he should. He’d made him into the leader against Jeno’s will, always blaming his siblings' failures on him, and pitting his children against each other from a young age.

His father treated Jeno like a semi-successful science experiment. Jeno wasn’t like Jaemin or Renjun who would buck up against their dad in argument, but he wasn’t like Mark who would destroy himself for their father either.

Jeno was just Jeno. Not the best soldier but a good one. Not the best leader but a protective one. Not the best brother but a loving one.

He comes back to himself to his mother’s gentle voice in his ear. “Jeno-ah, are you still there?” He swallows painfully. The man who ruined his life is dead. His father is dead.

“Yeah Mom; I’m here. What happened?” His mom pauses and hums a little.

“What happened with what, dear?” Jeno winces. Their mother has seemed like her hardware is degrading for a few years now, but Jeno does not live with her and hasn’t in years. It’s easy to ignore when it’s not in his face. Listening to her fail to have a conversation makes him note to bring it up to Jaemin.

“What happened to Dad?” His tone is more patient than he really feels.

“Oh, your father…he had a heart attack. He passed in his sleep about an hour ago. I’m calling you because he wanted you to come back and deal with his funeral.” Jeno takes a moment to silently cuss his dad out in his head and be thankful Chenle hadn’t committed murder.

“Okay, Mom. I’ll be over in about an hour after I get Jaemin and Donghyuck up. How are Chenle and Jisung holding up?” He truthfully cares much more about how his brothers are feeling than he does that his dad is dead.

“Holding up with what?” Jeno inhales for four counts and exhales for five. Mark had taught him the trick after he’d bitten his tongue so bad he’d made it bleed trying to ignore Donghyuck and Jaemin fighting for the nth time as kids.

“How are Chenle and Jisung doing with Dad’s death?” His voice is notably more strained than it was a few minutes ago, but his mom doesn’t notice.

“Oh, they don’t know yet. I’m not sure where they are…Your father wanted you to inform them as the leader.” Jeno fervently hopes his brothers are both still asleep, and then finally thanks his mom and hangs up. He takes a moment to get himself together before going to his brothers. His hands are shaking. He tries to ignore it.

He decides to wake up Jaemin first. He opens his brother’s door and blinks at the mess. His brothers’ closet seems to have exploded on his bedroom floor. Jeno hesitantly steps over the piles of Jaemin’s close and sighs as he gets a good look at his brother.

There are bags under Jaemin’s eyes, and he’d fallen asleep with his phone in his hand. He’d had a late shift at the gas station and only gotten home around two hours ago. Jeno really hates having to wake him up, but it can’t be helped.

He shoves his brother lightly and flinches as Jaemin bolts upright with his fists clenched. Jeno is just grateful he didn’t punch him this time. “What the fuck?” Jaemin croaks. Jeno grimaces.

“Dad’s dead. We need to be back at the house to plan the funeral. You have an hour.” Jaemin blinks incredulously at him, but Jeno has already started walking to the door. He mentally prepares himself for the hell that is Donghyuck’s room.

It’s still worse than he expects. The brothers all respect their individual spaces well enough, but people still go into Jaemin and Jeno’s rooms. No one goes into Donghyuck’s.

The first thing Jeno does in Donghyuck’s room is knock over his stack of tarot cards that subtly get righted before they can topple to the floor. “Thank you, hyung,” he murmurs on his way to Donghyuck’s bed. The boy somehow looks even worse than Jaemin does. His hands are splayed out with the tattoos Mark had pitched a fit about on clear display. His eyeliner is smeared around his eyes like he’s been crying again, he smells like a bar, and he fell asleep in the clothes he usually wears to parties. All in all, he looks like a disaster.

Jeno tries to think about the best way to wake him up. Last time he’d woken his brother up quietly Donghyuck had briefly mistook him as Mark, and they’d both cried. Last time he woke him up loudly Donghyuck had a panic attack.

In the end, he steals Jaemin’s signature move. He annoys him into wakefulness. First, he steals his brother's comforter and then dumps it onto his face before removing it again. Donghyuck starts groaning and Jeno briefly celebrates his success before stealing the blanket Donghyuck is clutching. Donghyuck yanks on it and turns over in his quest to keep it, but Jeno plays dirty and uses his super strength so Donghyuck’s blanket is in his arms soon enough. He keeps going until Donghyuck is left shivering on his bed.

“Jeno. I’m going to kill you,” he promises into his mattress. Jeno hesitates to tell Donghyuck why he woke him up. Donghyuck is the reason they don’t live with their father anymore; why Jaemin rumored their father into letting them move out at fifteen.

He still deserves to know their father is dead. “We need to go back the manner. Dad is…He died an hour ago.” Donghyuck freezes. The blankets that were folding themselves in the background freeze.

“Don’t fucking joke about that,” Donghyuck warns. Jeno frowns, rightfully offended.

“You know I wouldn’t joke about something like this. Mom called me like fifteen minutes ago.” Jeno’s tone isn’t harsh, but his face must show his displeasure because Donghyuck looks guilty.

“You’re right. You’re right; I’m sorry. So…the bastard is finally dead, huh? All it took was him killing two of us.” Donghyuck raises his hands to his face to hide the tears building in his eyes.

Jeno hesitates for a moment, but he has to ask. “You’ve still…You’ve still never seen Renjun right?” Donghyuck shakes his head.

“No. Neither has Mark hyung. We’ve checked but…” But if he moved on before Donghyuck found him they’ll never know. Jeno swallows bile.

“Okay, sorry to ask. Can you get ready in about an hour? Chenle and Jisung don’t know yet, and I want to tell them as soon as I can.” Jeno starts biting his nails as he waits for Donghyuck's response.

“Wait, they don’t know? Why didn’t Mom tell them?” His brother has started getting up and grabbing clothes to stuff into a suitcase as he talks.

“She’s not…she’s not doing too well. She couldn’t follow our conversation at all.” Donghyuck has always been closer to their mother than Jeno himself which shows as he pauses to swallow harshly.

“Oh…okay. I’ll be out soon, leader. Go pack your own shit.” He’s joking, but Jeno is too nice to point out how badly it falls flat. Instead, he nods and does as told.

He decides to forgo a shower and instead just dumps all of his toiletries into the top of his suitcase. He thinks it’s probably for the best when he walks into the living room and sees Donghyuck in last night's makeup and Jaemin in the clothes he wore to work.

They look like a mess.

“Ready to go bury our dad?” Jaemin asks drily. Jeno doesn’t dignify him with a response.

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In a series of incredibly bad decisions Donghyuck drives them. They live about ten minutes from the manor they grew up in, still too close for Donghyuck and too far for Jaemin, but they make it in five. Jaemin’s so nauseous after the trip his brothers have to half-carry him into the house. Their mom opens the door after they ring the doorbell and smiles in confusion when she sees them.

“Hi, babies. Why are you here?” Jeno winces.

“You called me an hour ago Mom. We’re here about Dad.” Their mom’s face doesn’t change, and they all sigh deciding to just walk in without trying to make her understand.

“Should we just wait for the kids to wake up on their own?” Jaemin wonders, but Donghyuck shakes his head.

“That would piss them off,” he advises, and Jaemin frowns and nods.

“Okay, in that case, I’m going to make breakfast.” Jeno and Donghyuck grimace at each other behind Jaemin’s back. Jeno gains five pounds every time Jaemin is stressed out. Sure enough, he sighs as he sees his brother start preparing a meal more fit for fifteen than five.

“I’ll go tell them. Do you want to come with me?” Jeno subtly begs for help with his eyes, but Donghyuck expertly ignores it.

“I’m going to raid Dad’s office and also his bar,” he announces. Jeno has half a mind to stop him but knows realistically it would help none. Instead, he heads to Chenle’s room.

As expected it’s empty. He figured it was best to at least check first. He checks Jisung’s room next and snorts as he sees his brothers. They must’ve been up playing games because Chenle’s 3DS is lying open on a Mario level. Jeno quietly picks it up, saves the game, and turns the console off before trying to figure out which brother to wake up first. Jisung’s arm is splayed across Chenle’s face obstructing his breathing, and Chenle’s foot is in Jisung’s ribs. They look extremely uncomfortable.

He decides to shove Chenle so he knocks into Jisung which successfully wakes his siblings up. Chenle spends a good minute cursing so badly their dad would’ve had his mouth washed out with soap before noticing Jeno.

“Hyung?” He questions while rubbing his eyes as if to double-check check his brother is actually there in the room.

“Hey, Chenle. I have some…news. When Jisung is up I’ll tell you,” Jeno promises. Jisung, in response to hearing his name, groans and rolls over. Chenle snickers and starts shoving him and poking him until he sits up to glare at them both.

“What?” He grounds out.

“Mom called me at about three a.m. to tell me Dad passed away,” Jeno explains quietly. Jisung pales, and Chenle’s eyes grow wide.

“You’re fucking kidding,” Chenle protests, but Jeno shakes his head.

“Swear on my life,” he does the stupid swear they made up as kids just to prove it. Chenle stumbles out of bed and ignores his brothers calling after him. Jeno winces as he hears retching.

Jisung buries his head in his hands and slowly starts hiccupping. Jeno walks over and lays a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Do you want me to stay with you for a bit?” He questions, but Jisung shakes his head.

“No, I’d rather be alone. Thank you though.” Jeno ruffles Jisung’s hair and stands up to leave.

“Jaemin’s making breakfast in the kitchen whenever you guys are ready.” He winces as he hears Chenle retch again.

“Uh, yeah. We’ll come out soon, hyung,” Jisung says unconvincingly.

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Jeno has to pause to stare in shock at the sheer volume of food decorating the kitchen when he walks back in. Jaemin is somehow still cooking. Jeno takes a moment to curse Donghyuck for leaving him alone with this mess.

“Hey, Jaemin…Thank you for cooking for all of us. It’ll be a great help throughout the week, but I think this is enough. We don’t want it to spoil.” Jaemin stirs more aggressively at Jeno’s words.

“Well, I figure now that Dad is dead Chenle and Jisung will finally move in with us, and this way we’ll have enough food for all of us,” he says tersely. Jeno sighs.

“I want them to move in too believe me…but don’t get mad if they don’t okay?” One of the worst fights the siblings had ever had was when Chenle and Jisung had refused to move out with the others.

Donghyuck couldn’t stay any longer, and his brothers wouldn’t abandon him; Chenle and Jisung hadn’t wanted to force their fifteen-year-old siblings to raise them.

Jaemin was so desperate he tried to rumor them to come with everyone. Chenle had thrown a knife and damaged his vocal cords so badly that he couldn’t speak for six months.

In the end, Donghyuck, Jaemin, and Jeno had moved out, and Chenle and Jisung had stayed behind. Jeno really doesn’t want to repeat that fight. The spoon Jaemin is holding bends from the force of his grip.

Just then Donghyuck crashes, literally, into the kitchen with at least three bottles of vodka in his hands and horrifically drunk.

“Hyuck, it is…barely five in the morning,” Jeno says long-suffering.

“You sound like Mark hyung,” Donghyuck says in annoyance because he’s too drunk to realize the effect that will have. Jeno’s face loses its color, and Jaemin turns to slap him upside the head.

“Donghyuck!” Jaemin scolds. “Go drink some water and sober up a bit. After you finish a glass come eat so you can actually act like a human being.” Donghyuck slouches miserably over the kitchen island but does as told.

He’s quiet as he sobers up before saying, “I’m sorry, Jeno. That was uncalled for.” Jeno sighs quietly. Donghyuck used to get into giant fights with Mark (and if the one-sided screaming Jeno occasionally hears is any indication still does) about his drinking.

Before Mark died the others were more willing to look the other way and trust the eldest to handle it, but after he passed Jeno started trying to take the role of getting his brother sober. Today wasn’t the first time Donghyuck had thrown that particular line in his face and it wouldn’t be the last, but it still hurt.

Jeno drags a hand down his face. “It’s fine Donghyuck. Eat your Bugeoguk; Jaemin made it just for you because he knows you have a hangover.” Donghyuck nods and focuses on his soup.

Eventually, both Chenle and Jisung get down the stairs and slump on the island with the other siblings. Jisung starts on his eggs immediately, but Chenle won’t eat which causes Jaemin to fuss over him for at least five minutes. Chenle bears it with all the grace of a teenage boy which is to say none at all.

“At least eat some rice,” Jaemin pleads, and only then does Chenle relent. Privately Jeno figures it’s likely because Chenle is afraid Jaemin will rumor him even though the other boy never would.

Jaemin rarely uses his powers anymore.

As a kid, he liked them well enough constantly getting his siblings to give him their cookies and convincing their dad to let him leave the house, but as he became a teenager he used it less and less. After Chenle had damaged his vocal chords he’d pretty much retired his powers unless the circumstances called for it.

Donghyuck, finally mostly sober, groans into his soup. “What’s our plans with Dad? I don’t want him buried near Mark hyung.” As if in response a paper towel starts roughly cleaning a long-suffering Donghyuck’s face

“We could cremate him? We also probably need to call the authorities.” Jaemin offers from where he’s aggressively started doing the dishes. Jeno walks over and takes over by aggressively shoving a plate into his brother’s hand and settling him at the kitchen island with their little brothers.

Jaemin pouts but doesn’t protest.

Chenle hums. “Fuck you’re right; I’ll call in a minute. Also doesn’t cremation take a while?” He talks with his mouth full and is then subject to the same aggressive face-cleaning Donghyuck had to endure. He bears it with much less grace.

“Are you sure Chenle? We can handle it. And you’re right it can, but…” Donghyuck stares at Jaemin who sets his chopsticks down and sighs. Jeno pauses from where he’s scrubbing a particularly dirty plate.

Chenle looks up at the silence and grimaces at the awkward eye contact between his brothers. “I’m going to go call the authorities,” he announces as he slips off his stool and out the door.

Jaemin finally responds to Donghyuck’s words. “Okay, we’ll get him cremated. Does anyone want to come with Jeno and I?” Jeno doesn’t protest his inclusion. Donghyuck frowns and makes eye contact with Jisung.

“We’ll stay here if that’s okay?” Jisung questions. Jaemin smiles at him, a bit fake but still fond, and tugs on his cheeks while cooing.

“Of course, it’s okay Jisungie,” he says in a pitch so much higher than his normal register it makes Jeno’s ears ring a bit.

“Okay, we’ll head out after we deal with the authorities. I’m going to try to finish the dishes before they get here,” Jeno promises. Donghyuck tilts his head as he listens to something none of the others can hear.

“Mark hyung says he’ll clean up. Go ahead and get prepared for the cops.” Donghyuck waves his hand as if to physically wake them off, but Jeno hesitates.

“Are you…sure? I don’t mind cleaning.” He feels bad making Mark, who didn’t make the mess or eat the meal, clean up. Donghyuck grimaces.

“I’m sure.” Jeno believes him. Once when Mark was off doing whatever he did when he wasn’t hanging around Donghyuck the boy had confessed Mark felt afloat and like he’d lost his purpose. Mark had taken care of them for as long as Jeno could remember, and he suddenly no longer could. Donghyuck had asked Jeno and Jaemin to let Mark take care of the little things he still could like making their bed or doing the dishes.

Jeno nods at Donghyuck and says, “Thank you, hyung.” Jaemin stands up and cracks his back so loudly that Jeno winces. “I’m going to wash my face” he declares. Jeno nods him.

Donghyuck calls out, “Do you need a makeup wipe?”, but Jaemin waves him off. Jisung also gets up and quietly sets his plate in the sink before ducking out of the room. Jeno and Donghyuck grimace at each other.

“What a fucking morning,” Donghyuck grumbles as he slumps back over the island.

Luckily handling the police doesn’t take long. Their dad was old and had documented heart problems so it’s a pretty clear-cut case. Soon enough Jaemin and Jeno are heading out to the crematorium. They’d ask their other siblings if they’d like to go but been turned down.

Jaemin had demanded Jeno drive, and Jeno had let him. Jaemin will be too unsettled after they leave to drive anyway. Jeno drives better than Donghyuck which is basically just not heinously breaking road laws, but Jaemin is still nauseous when they get there.

At this point, Jeno will consider the day a win if Jaemin doesn’t puke in the car. They walk into the crematorium together and grimace at the receptionist halfway asleep at the desk. Jaemin doesn’t waste any time.

“I heard a rumor,” he starts, his voice as strong as it was when he was The Rumor, “that you cremate our father immediately.” The man’s eyes cloud over and he gets up to change the order of the cremations. Jaemin slumps in the chair as they wait. Jeno tries to pass the time playing games on his phone. Jaemin just tucks his knees to his chest and ignores the world.

Time passes by in a stony silence. Eventually, an employee walks out. He squints at them suspiciously, likely knowing the rearranging of the cremation times is their fault, but he still holds the urn out to them.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” he says firmly. Jeno swallows thickly and holds their dad’s ashes tightly.

“Thank you,” he murmurs tersely. Jaemin’s legs shake as they get up, but he walks to the car on his own.

“Ready for the funeral?” He asks drily. Jeno sighs and starts to drive back to the manor.

#kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop fic #nct dream #mark lee #huang renjun #lee jeno #lee donghyuck #lee haechan #na jaemin #zhong chenle #park jisung #the umbrella academy #tua

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robotshqpromo · 8 months

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Hollywood. A world of fantasy and make believe sometimes come to life. In a world full of the pressure to be who the world and management want you to be, how will The Elite handle the pressure? Will they crack and burn under the weight of it all? Will they conform and thrive? In order to rise above, will they do just about anything to make it? Here at robotshq, we'll find out just what happens when you don't forget to hold back your thoughts and live like robots.

Robotshq is a plotless celebrity rpg set on Discord.

MAIN. RULES. APPLY. ASK BOX. TAKEN. FULL NAVI.

Most Wanted: Andy Biersack, Bruno Mars, Jeon Jungkook, Lee Felix, Lee Jeno, Lee Minho, Otto Wood, Beyonce, Carrie Underwood, Saweetie, Lainey Wilson, Megan Thee Stallion, Taylor Momense, Bella Hadid, Hailey Baldwin, Kendall Jener, Olivia Culpo, Vanessa Hudgens, Ashley Tisdale.

#hollywood rp #discord rp #celeb rp #fame rp

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officialksm · 1 year

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*Slight spoilers ahead*

MARK

Name: Mark Lee / 이민형 Nickname: Mart Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Birthdate: 2nd August 1999 Languages: English, Korean Nationality: Canadian Ethnicity: Korean Height: 175cm / 5’9”

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RENJUN

Name: 黄仁俊 / Huang Renjun Nickname: Junjun Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Birthdate: 23rd March 2000 Languages: Mandarin, Korean Nationality: Chinese Ethnicity: Chinese Height: 170cm / 5’7”

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JENO

Name: 이제노 / Lee Jeno Nickname: Nono Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Birthdate: 23rd April 2000 Languages: Korean Nationality: Korean Ethnicity: Korean Height: 177cm / 5’10”

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DONGHYUCK

Name: 이동혁 / Lee Donghyuck Nickname: Haechan, Hyuck Gender: Demiboy Pronouns: He/They Birthdate: 6th June 2000 Languages: Korean Nationality: Korean Ethnicity: Korean Height: 174cm / 5’8”

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JAEMIN

Name: 나재민 / Na Jaemin Nickname: Nana Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Birthdate: 13th August 2000 Languages: Korean Nationality: Korean Ethnicity: Korean Height: 177cm / 5’10”

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CHENLE

Name: 钟辰乐 / Zhong ChenLe Nickname: Lele Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Birthdate: 22nd November 2001 Languages: Mandarin, Korean, English Nationality: Chinese Ethnicity: Chinese Height: 176cm / 5’9”

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JISUNG

Name: 박지성 / Park Jisung Nickname: Jiji, Jwi Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him Birthdate: 5th February 2002 Languages: Korean Nationality: Korean Ethnicity: Korean Height: 180cm / 5’11”

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#nct dream #cast #others

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whatsonmedia · 2 years

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The Buzz-Created highlights: from Paris Fashion Week!

This is your Spring 2023 Paris Fashion guide sheet, with everything from celebrity-studded front rows and runways to a highly popular scene involving spray paint and a supermodel. The major finale of fashion month, Paris Fashion Week, ended early this month. The Y2K nostalgia and barely their miniskirts or bras worn in place of shirts from previous seasons remained pervaded several shows, thus it may not have been the most innovative season on the runway front. It was also lacking in terms of inclusivity on the runway. Whether you were in the city of light or watching live streams and TikToks from the comfort of your own couch, there were plenty of reasons to be excited: showgoers making bold fashion statements (ahem, Doja Cat), K-Pop royalty in some of the most prominent front rows, famous people making cameos on the runway, and much more. The Runway had so many celebrities This season, celebrities appeared in cameos on and off the runways, creating a few entertaining and unexpected moments. At the Miu Miu show, FKA Twigs in tiny shorts and, um, flip-flop boots and Ethel Cain in a sequined ensemble drove Twitter into a frenzy. HoYeon Jung opened Louis Vuitton later that day while sporting some extremely enormous zippers. Although Bella Hadid put in the most effort this week, it was good to see some more famous faces. BLACKPINK takeover the Front Row After K-Pop artist Jeno had a major runway moment in New York, the streets of Paris might have passed for a Blackpink concert. Rosé wore a black minidress to Saint Laurent, Jisoo wore a black mini with fishnets to Dior, and Jennie Kim stunned in a vibrant knit ensemble to Chanel. BELLA HADID GETTING SPRAYED INTO A COPERNI DRESS and BALENCIAGA’S MESSY MUD BATH Coperni designers Sébastien Meyer and Arnaud Vaillant sprayed a dress onto Bella Hadid in front of the audience in a runway moment that recalled the iconic Alexander McQueen Spring/Summer 1999 show, in which Shalom Harlow's white dress was live-painted on the runway by two robots as she stood on a rotating platform. It takes a lot of blood, sweat, and, in the case of Balenciaga, dirt to put on a fashion show. A front row full of celebrities and a cast of face-pierced models trudged through actual mud that creative director Demna brought in and smeared on the walls and spread on the runway. KYLIE’S TOUR DE FRANCE We'll see at least one or two Kardashian/Jenner sightings if it's Paris. How about 10 this season, Kylie said. This Week, the reality star showed up in numerous front rows and events. She was bolder than we're used to seeing from the family, which prefers largely black and white. A REMARKABLE, SINGLE FRONT-ROW APPEARANCE BY ZENDAYA Do it like Zendaya if you're only going to make one appearance at Paris Fashion Week. The Euphoria actress and Valentino favorite commanded attention in the front row in a transparent bodysuit adorned with the brand's insignia in crystals, a matching blazer, and shoes. She does not miss as usual. ALL OF DOJA CAT’S FRONT ROW LOOKS Long considered a requirement for pop stars, only Doja Cat currently leads the music business in having fun with clothes. The artist was a regular in the front row for the entire month, frequently discrediting the outfits seen on the catwalks. Read the full article

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hi ses imbackagen nakakatanga pre test namin sa math BWHAHAHAHAH halos lahat kme minor mumints ang score HAAHHAHAHA

nag output narin kame sa robotics kanina, dapat sumabog ung led light na cinonnectan namin ng wire sa software kaso ang ending, utak ko sumabog huehuehue pero nonetheless it was fun (wOow nonetheless)

BTW POGI SO MUCH NI JENO VIBES KONG CRUSH AHHHHEBDNXJEGKFJRNGM

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wo0w babez di naman tayo classmates pero may sumabog din sa’kin, puso ko sa kakatibok dahil kay crushz HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH CHAR miss ko na din seatmate ko ueueueue kachikahan ko na sana sya eh pero nag change ng seats 😤😤 dapat ka na ipatumba ma’am !! jonks.

seszt what eef mag popost ako ng mga mini smaus ganern kase gusto ko , pero at the same time tinatamad ako kaya ang ending inde nalang 😣

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Hey i wanted to request Jeno + "friends can kiss each other from time to time" :) i dont really care if its a drabble or headcanons or what ever.

for real love;

lee jeno | “Friends can kiss each other a little from time to time right?” robot!au. | 3.1k words. | angst, romance (or is it?).

a/n: I got this prompt quite a few times, so I’m attempting to keep each one as unique as possible 😅. mood music.

Your creation was going to save mankind. JN 0423 was flawless, a marvel to humans in the day and age where all the dreams of the past were finally coming true. Flying cars, technology breathing in the very ground you walked on, and robots who passed as humans. In a dog-eat-dog world where humans were dropping like flies, artificial intelligence could do the jobs humans could not. Artificial intelligence could become the newest necessity, and yours was the very first of its kind.

His name was JN 0423, but you called him Jeno.

You weren’t the only one who had a hand in creating Jeno, but you were definitely the one calling the shots. Straight out of high school, your impeccable mind had gotten you into the best school in the country and on the path to your life goal, one you had claimed ever since you were in elementary school: you were going to create one of the very first fully functioning artificial intelligence robots in the world. Your robot would be able to function completely on its own, from forming a personality to becoming incredibly self-aware. The biggest part you’d play in taking care of Jeno would be fixing up his parts every now and then, and even then, he could probably do it faster (and better, though you would never admit it for your pride) than you.

Sure enough, before you had even hit 20, you had done it. You had created him.

His design was incredibly ambiguous at first; You had no plans to gender him, simply hoping that he would figure out what he wanted to be on his own. At one point, he was literally just a face of metal, no artificial skin or hair or eyes or anything. He was as robotic as could be.

Over time however, he had formed preferences, ideas, and dreams. He had decided he would use masculine pronouns, had decided he would have jet black hair that he wanted cut relatively short, and had decided that he would stand at 179 cm. You made the physical adjustments and accommodations as they came to him, always prepared to do as he wished for his physical form just to see how far his preferences would go. It was a marvel that he had both negative and positive feelings toward things that you didn’t even have to input into his brain. He came up with opinions all on his own, all through his own knowledge of the world. By the time he was a month old, Jeno now had his own artificial skin, hair, eyes, and rounded out voice. He was as human as any human you would see on the street.

“Jeno,” you call from your desk, dragging a cup of coffee to your lips in the process, “how are preparations for the rest of D.R.E.A.M.?”

Jeno perks up from his spot near the window, turning to examine you before looking at the wall behind you. There are six other robots who looked just like him in the beginning stages of his creation. Each had been created, but none of them had downloaded their A.I. yet, which meant they were as good as mannequins at this point. Jeno accessed the files he had and repeated back the results to you, “A.I. JS 0205 is advancing faster than the others. I think it’s time we give it its body now.”

You hum, looking over the paperwork you’d been diligently working on for the past few hours. The rest of your team had headed home at the first sign of sleepiness, leaving you behind to take care of the lab in their stead. You hadn’t minded much because even if there was work to do, there was also Jeno, and he was the best company you could ask for.

Having been the first person Jeno had seen when he first achieved consciousness, he was terribly attached to you. He often took your word over any of the other members of NEO and it usually drove them quite mad, but you were always endeared by his preference of you. You had assumed that maybe he had known you were the one who worked on him the most during his creation, and therefore had taken a liking to you on the basis of that. After all, most of his parts were created by you. Every screw, wire, and bolt was placed there by your hands.

Often times, you would forget that Jeno was just a robot. He had feelings that resembled your own, and it wasn’t unusual for them to have his “moods” (or as Taeyong liked to call it: puberty) and get fussy or upset for seemingly no reason at times. If anything, it just made him all the more realistic. It was something you were still on the fence about; After all, his realism could make him vulnerable to being hurt in the end.

While the others would get fed up with his realism, you had always encouraged it. The others had told you it might be your downfall one day, whatever that meant.

“What do you think we should name JS, Jeno?” You ask, grabbing one of your snacks from the desk and shooting him a curious look. You grin when his eyes practically light up with ideas.

“I was thinking about naming it Jisung! What do you think?” “I like that name, Jeno. I wonder what it’ll be like.” “I have a feeling it’ll cause a bit of trouble,” Jeno chuckles, “if its A.I.’s antics are anything to go by.”

The reminder makes you groan; nearly the minute you’d finished setting up JS’s A.I., it had somehow hacked your entire system and made every other file you clicked on a rick roll. You had been so close to setting the entire lab on fire if it hadn’t been for Jeno’s ability to shut down the A.I.’s access before it could get any farther. “Why can’t they all just be as mannerly as you, Jeno?”

The robot hums, looking away thoughtfully, “Isn’t our freedom of choice what makes us so likeable? No matter how troublesome they might be… I think it’ll be cool that they will all be their own unique creation.”

He had a point, as infuriating as that was to think about in connection with the rick roll incident. You had to remember not to let Yukhei, Johnny, and Yuta work on any of the other A.I.’s by themselves again. Seriously.

You stare at Jeno for a while, simply out of appreciation and wonder. Over your years working at SM, you had never known you would grow quite as attached as you had to your robot. The task your team was given was to create something that the world could use and change the game. You knew what you and your team were creating was going to be extraordinary, but you had never fathomed it growing this successful. Jeno was the first of his kind, yes, and soon he would contribute to more just like him. One day, the robots walking the earth will all be there thanks to Jeno.

It felt strange to look at this boy- robot, who looked so much like someone you would catch reading on the subway or who would you sit next to in class and think that they could do all of that. That they would change the world.

Suddenly, you remember something.

“Jeno! You didn’t remind me to do your maintenance check!” You spring from your desk chair, forcing it to slide several feet back in response. You swear you see him shrink, the skin of his face tinting pink as his processors overheated under pressure.

“I-I was going to do it myself-!” He stands from his spot as you bound over with narrowed eyes. You had always been the one to make sure he was constantly functioning well, a task you took up every other week or so as he could usually give updates about his well being on his own. However, after you had started teaching him how to handle minor fixes of his body by himself, he had started to think he could do it all.

You felt like a scolding mother as you poked his chest, watching Jeno plop back down onto the window seat he had been sitting on before. Sighing in defeat, he begins to pull his hoodie off, revealing the skin of his chest to you. You place your hand in the center and watch as it begins to open, revealing the machinery underneath, “I show you how to climb a hill one day and you want to hike Mt. Everest the next.” Your tutting makes Jeno lower his head some in apology, but you feel you can tease him a little more before you should really lay off.

You prepare to make another joke, this one about bicycles and Ferraris, when Jeno suddenly speaks over you, “I’m sorry, you looked really tired.”

You blink, “…what?”

He raises his head as you tear your eyes away from the inner workings of his body and focus instead on his coffee-tinted eyes. They shoot around your face, never settling on one thing for too long, “I know how hard SM is pushing NEO to finish the D.R.E.A.M. project, but you haven’t slept a good night’s sleep in days. And… please don’t lie and say I’m miscalculating. I’ve analyzed your face enough to know when you’ve pulled another all-nighter. This is your second one.”

“J-Jeno,” you stutter, dropping your hands from his chest. It closes up when your touch and attention have left it, “don’t… you don’t need to worry about that. I’m fine, okay? I’m just trying to get you guys ready in time-” “So that the company won’t drop the project altogether? I’m not stupid, (Y/N),” Jeno frowns, “I’m your friend, remember? Friends don’t lie to each other.”

You open your mouth to protest but find it difficult to start a convincing argument. You had always told him that he was like your friend, that if he had concerns or fears or anxieties, he should bring it up to you. What you had forgotten to remember was that in friendships, it went both ways. How could you ask him to be honest with you if you weren’t willing to do the same?

The shame takes over your face just as your eyes well up with frustrated tears, “I’m… I’m sorry, Jeno. You’re right. I’m sorry. I should have been honest with you about that. I’m really sorry.”

His hand reaches for yours and it feels warm; one of his capabilities was to heat up and cool down as needed, and if that meant signifying the feeling of a comforting hand of a friend, then he could do that. He’d done it several times before, yet each time it always shocked you a bit.

You startle for a moment before reciprocating his touch, feeling the tears that wanted to leave your eyes drying up. You wouldn’t cry now, not in front of Jeno. You didn’t want him to input that in his memory.

“It’s okay,” Jeno smiles, “I’ll let you check me and then you have to promise to rest. Deal?”

“Let?” You laugh softly, tilting your head to the side, “Since when were you capable of allowing or not allowing me to do things, mister?”

He doesn’t reply, just continues smiling and opens his chest again to you. You take this as your cue to start working, hands poking inside to see what was working well and what might need to be looked after. You could recall a time when Jeno was shy letting you do this despite the fact that you had put him together and there was nothing to be shameful about. Now, he trusted you wholeheartedly, enough that he would tear out his wires if you asked him to (not that you ever would, but you got the gist).

The whole time you work on Jeno, tightening things here and rearranging things there, he watches you. You had grown used to his innocent, unwavering gaze on you over the time that you had started caring for him. Often, he would simply observe people. It was one of his hobbies to sit by the window and watch the people down below or watch you and the rest of NEO work on D.R.E.A.M. throughout the day. Taeil had informed a spooked Doyoung once that it was just his A.I. trying to collect as much information as possible. This meant he processed expressions, connected emotions and words, and observed movements. All of this information was constantly filtering into his storage until the moment that he would need to apply it.

That’s how he knew that you hadn’t gotten enough sleep. He observed you so much when you were around that the signs were there. Lots of coffee, slower cognition, droopy eyes, sluggish movements. He knew you best.

When you feel you’ve finished, you move away from his chest and look him over from the bottom up, ending with his face. He still has that tiny, content smile on his face and when he does that, his eyes turn into smiles of their own. Out of habit, you reach your hand forward and scratch at his scalp, the soft hair there feeling gentle against your fingertips. “There. All good.” You say softly, the promise you’d made Jeno only minutes ago causing you to feel a bit sleepy. You would have to drive home like this? Ugh.

You reach your hands up to your eyes and rub when suddenly, Jeno is pulling you forward and into his lap. You gasp in surprise and just barely grab at his shoulders to steady yourself before he’s speaking, “(Y/N), I have a question.”

You blink, surprised, and nod for him to continue.

“I was watching TV with Yuta the other day,” he starts, your mind instantly swimming with what filth Yuta might have implanted in his mind, “on the show we watched, there were two characters who were friends. I thought they were very friendly at first, but then… something happened between them and they… kissed. I asked Yuta about it, because I was confused. He said that sometimes that’s okay between friends, so long as they’re both okay with it. I thought it was interesting.”

You mentally note that you’ll have to seriously enforce some rules over what Jeno can and cannot watch from now on. “Oh, yeah… um, sometimes that can happen. Friends will… they’ll feel something toward each other, something that friends usually don’t feel. And that causes them to be intimate- ah, that’s not the right word…” “Friends can kiss each other a little from time to time right?”

You don’t know how else to explain it to him as the matter is already a bit of a mind-boggle to you. So, you nod.

“Can I kiss you? Since we’re friends?” Jeno sounds a little eager, arms tightening around your waist in anticipation.

“Jeno,” you start, thinking long and hard about what to ask him exactly, “do you feel… something toward me right now that you usually wouldn’t?” Your mouth dries when he nods as if you’re asking him if the sky is blue.

You feel incredibly conflicted. You made him, crafted him with your own hands and tools. You put hours and hours of information and intelligence into him and when it came down to it, he probably wouldn’t be here without you and NEO. And here he was, with all the independence of a truly artificially intelligent being… asking if he can kiss you.

You don’t know what to feel, but you lean forward just a little, his eyes growing in excitement, “Just one kiss, Jeno… then delete it from your memory, okay?”

After all, he couldn’t refuse a command like that.

From that day forward, you work as usual with the rest of the team as D.R.E.A.M. starts to come to fruition. Jeno doesn’t act any different around you than usual, acting as responsive and cheerful as ever. The kiss you two had shared that night almost felt like a hazy dream, something your sleep-deprived mind had come up with in the midst of working on Jeno’s hardware. Regardless, you were the only one that would remember in the first place. As far as Jeno was concerned, his memory had a blip between your acceptance of a kiss and you heading home for the night.

“Jeno! Maintenance time.” You call to the robot. It had been a while since you had checked his software, and you had to make sure there were no bugs you didn’t know about before carrying on with the rest of your tasks for the day.

The robot shuffles over, settling into a stray desk chair and rolling over to sit next to you. He holds out his hand and you screw off his pointer finger where a USB port waits to be plugged into. Attaching one end of your USB cord to him and the other to your laptop, you begin to skim over the highly organized files, “You’ve got quite the information storage here, Jeno. You’re learning more and more everyday.” you turn your head and smile at him, the robot smiling back just as bright.

You focus your attention back on the files, the sounds of the others tinkering in the background working as the background music. You find that everything seems to be in its place and begin to let Jeno go back to his people-watching when you notice a recorded memory that looked extremely unfamiliar. You check the date under the thumbnail. Your heart stops.

You can’t quite believe it when you double click on the video, being greeted with the footage of your own face inches away from the cameras in Jeno’s eyes. Your volume is thankfully low enough and the boys are loud enough to drown out the sound to their own ears, but the words you speak next are absolutely ones that Jeno wasn’t supposed to remember.

“Just one kiss, Jeno… then delete it from your memory, okay?”

You shut the laptop immediately, swinging in your chair to face Jeno. His face says nothing, remaining wholly expressionless. He wasn’t supposed to remember. He was supposed to delete that from his memory.

After all, he couldn’t refuse a command like that.

Could he…?

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