is that a dollhouse or a mini home. Both Mc’s laugh
wait what was that
suddenly a fit of giggles fill the air
ah there it is again
the camera moves into a room with two beds facing each other filled with two little girls staring at each other making small little gestures at each other
“do you think daddy farts in his sleep” One of the girls asks causing the other to begin giggling.
Omo I think we may have interrupted something
“Iris you fart in your sleep” The other replies causing both of them into another fit of giggles
Ah the sound of precious laughter, great way to start the morning
“Primrose, lets go wake up daddy” Iris sighed after catching her breath from the childish laughter.
Both girls fell down to the floor, Iris moving her little bangs out of the way, her sister following behind her.
Omo i think they’re twins
“Primrose look a camera” Iris pointed out, both girls moving towards the moving camera at the door of their bedroom. They started touching the camera and moving their faces towards the camera
wah look at them, they’re so pretty.
“mirror, mirror on the wall who’s prettiest of them all” Primrose asked not exactly getting the phrase right but her smile shining none the less
You Primrose, you!
“You both are Prim”You said tiredly as you entered your daughter’s room
“mummy”Both girls shouted as they tried to climb you.
“good morning girls”You giggled bending down bringing them into your arms.
Ahh is that their mother
look how pretty she is
“did you sleep well”You asked both girls nodding in reply before puckering up their lips
“morning kiss huh?”You asked as they both jumped up quickly
“Yeah mummy” they both said in sync making you laugh at them
You gave each of them a little peck before they attacked your cheeks, little smooch sounds filling the room.
That’s always the best thing to wake up to
right it makes you feel so appreciated
“Should we go make breakfast for daddy hm?”You asked finally moving away from the girl’s kisses
They both nodded eagerly before you smiled and led them to the kitchen
Primrose ran to the kitchen in front of you while Iris walked slowly again moving her bangs out the way before rubbing her eyes. Then noticing the many tents around her living room
“Mummy what are those”Iris asked as she pointed to one of the tents.
“Oh those? why don’t you go ask them hunny”You said as you bent down to help Primrose with her mini apron
“but mummy”Iris said her shiny eyes staring at you in fear, always being the shyer one out of the twins
“It’s ok Iris I bet they’re really nice”You sighed as you walked over to the little girl and patted her soft hair. She looked from you to the tent and grabbed your hand and unintentionally dragged you over, a giggle leaving your mouth.
“Ok look”You smiled and bent down to the tent
“Hello Camera Uncle, this is Iris”You said as you pulled her closer and she shyly waved
ahhh she’s so precious I can’t handle
“Where are all my girls”A deep voice came from the hallway
Oh the new superman, I’m excited
“Daddy”Primrose shouted as she ran over to her father
Iris heard as well and ran over aswell
suddenly the camera moves to the face of the said man
Ah Johnny Seo
Johnny?
Of NCT (Stage montage)
<Interview>
“Hello, I’m Johnny Seo, Father of the 3 year old Seo Twins, Iris and Primrose” He smiled with Iris on his lap
“Hello”They both said bowing their heads
“And I’m Y/N L/N the mother of these adorable twin girls”You said with a smile as twirled Primrose’s pigtails
(How did you meet?)
“Y/n was actually a model with this foreign company that we collabed with and we have this member, Mark he tends to get really awkward around new people but Y/n here broke the ice really quickly and I just clicked with her” Johnny said while looking at you lovingly.
“You’re lucky I actually agreed to that shoot, I was coming down with something that week” You sighed, leaning towards your husband
“Oh my god that was you, Doyoung literally was sneezing for days”He laughed and you just shrugged.
(Why did you keep the marriage a secret?)
“Y/n got pregnant right after we were married and because it was twins her pregnancy was really hard especially since it was her first one, So she mainly stayed with her mother out of the limelight for the sake of the twins” He said, smiling sadly and the two little girls in front of him
“Plus Johnny’s a wuss”You chipped in and offended look flashing Johnny’s face
“Sorry I was a loving husband”He said fake annoyance in his voice
“It’s okay we appreciate you anyway”You said a smile on your face before you peck him on the cheek. The two girls giggling as they watched their parents.
(How do you feel about leaving them alone?)
“I trust the girls will have everything under control”You said a smile on your face.
“Hey-” Johnny started
“Primrose is confident and fun and Iris is lovely and responsible they’ll look after Johnny just fine” You said ignoring the way your husband tried protesting
“I can’t wait for you to leave”Johnny teased
“I love you too baby” You replied
Everyone be excited for the Seo twins
Primrose is the fun twin
(show clip) “Iris come dance with me we can show off all our moves
and Iris the more reserved”
(show clip) “Daddy, you shouldn’t shout so loud you’ll gain too much attention”
all the toys are put in order wow, my children could never
Omo look, look
The camera angles to your large bed, a little ball of bed head peeoping out from the two bodies beside him
ahhh the baby
The small child stares around the room for a few minutes, his tired eyes blinking slowly before letting out a little cough causing the Mc’s to laugh
his little hand moves up to rub at his eyes before falling back down
right you need to remember where you are first
while lying down he kicks his legs up before letting them fall back to the bed with a thump, repeating that motion until your body stirs next to him.
“Kwanie, are you up” You cooed to small body next to you, your hand reaching out to the small pudgy belly of his grabbing his attention
“milk” He tiredly states, a little smile adoring your face at your sons simple demand
“alright then, why don’t you wake up Appa and i’ll get you your milk hm?”You say slowly getting up and stretching your body a little while the young one moves his body to the body of his father.
the little boy’s hand waves in the air for a second before falling to the man’s cheek with a soft but load slap
You turn immediately at the sound, snorting loudly the minute you realised what it was.
Your husband jolts in his position and stills for a second.
“Y/n?” He calls out slightly.
Your son replies back with two more slaps
“ah nevermind Kwanhee”
The little boy giggled and rubbed his fathers face while watching him wake up
ah i’m excited to see our new superman he looks so gentle
“Appa” Kwanhee called
“I know, I know let’s go” his father said sighed while getting up
Kwanhee looked up at his tired father, a slight smile on his face as he went to grab his small feet
“Kwanie come on” His father called out now standing and opening his arms indicating for the little boy to jump into them
Kwanhee went to stand, holding his arms up
The minute he was up he nuzzled his face into his fathers neck, his arm going to loop round the other side of him
“milk” He repeats again, his hand reaching to play with hair at the nape of father’s neck. A habit he gained while breastfeeding and would grab at your own hair
“Let’s get milk” The male replies tiredly walking out the room with the little boy attached to him
Ahh Kwanhee’s clingy how cute
The camera switches to the kitchen with shaking a bottle full of formula, footsteps catching your attention
“oh, you’re up” You smiled as you watched your husband and son walk in clinging onto each other
omo is that?
the camera moves from your husbands legs up to his tired face finally revealling his identity
Ahh singer Moon Taeil (Taeil show monologue) Not only is he a member of the group Nct but he also has many OST’s
<interview>
“Hello I’m Father of 2 year old Moon Kwanhee, Moon Taeil” Taeil smiled bowing his head before bouncing the smiley 2 year old on his knee.
“Hi, I’m Y/N L/N, mother and wife of these two boys here” You chipped in moving your hand to run your fingers through Kwanhee’s hair causing the little boy to giggle out
(how did you meet?)
“Y/n was working at a venue we were performing at and i just happened to bump into her and she complimented me on my singing and i just thought she was so cute and yeah Kwanhee” Taeil laughed as you wrinkled your nose at his words
“don’t talk about us conceiving our son so casually” You said elbowing your husbands arm causing him to laugh
(why did you keep the marriage secret?)
“the marriage itself wasn’t so much of a secret, the fans knew i was with someone just not who but the pregnancy wasn’t really announced” Taeil said while playing with the 2 year olds feet
“It wasn’t really a secret we just kinda forgot”You snorted as you remembered your pregnancy
“no you forgot i always thought about it”Taeil commented
“well you didn’t say anything so we’re going with we forgot”You countered, your husband snorting at your antics
“Mummy!” Kwanhee shouted interrupting you to reach for you which you obviously gave into the little boy’s shiny eyes and rosy cheeks.
( how do you feel about leaving them alone?)
“i’m gonna miss my boys” You pout, stroking Kwanhee’s cheek
“we’ll survive”Taeil said turning towards you
“that’s what i’m worried about, i need my boys to need me”You replied with a pout
right a mother loves to be needed
“we’ll survive but we’ll miss you” Taeil said moving closer to you.
(are you excited to be alone with your father)
“love Appa!” Kwanhee jumped, a clap of his hands a huge smile on his face
Everyone be excited to get to know Mini moon. A sweet loving boy who loves attention and hugs
(show clip) “Appa”Kwanhee whines as his little feet running after Taeil with arms up in hopes to be picked up
How is this NCT rooftop fight going to do down? Are they fighting each other all at once or one on one? Is it going to be streamed live or prerecorded?
Jisung x Reader, 0.3k, humour, no warnings. Masterlist
“Out of the kitchen, Jisung.”
The boy in question gaped at you. “But I haven’t touched anything?”
“I don’t care. Out.”
He sighed as he raised his hands in surrender and backed away from the counter. It’s not that you didn’t trust him to not burn the house down… actually, you didn’t trust him at all to not burn the house down. The boiling water incident was enough make you nervous any time he neared the stone, never mind the time that Mark had tried to teach him how to make scrambled eggs. At this point, you would have to start carrying a fire extinguisher with you if he was going to be walking hazard.
“You know, I’m really not that bad at cooking anymore,” he said defensively. “That was the old Jisung. The new one knows how to make rice and ramen.”
You snorted. “Yeah, using the rice cooker and instant ramen that you can microwave.”
“Hey, we all start somewhere. Don’t judge me for it.”
“Nice try, kiddo, but no.”
From the living room, Chenle started laughing at his friend’s misfortune. “I told him that you would kick him out the second he walked in, but he didn’t believe me!”
“You should listen to him more often,” you told the younger boy, who narrowed his eyes at you.
“And you should listen to me when I tell you that the whole house doesn’t need to hear you getting it on my older brother all the time. Keep it down, god.”
“I-wh-” you sputtered. “Jisung!”
Chenle’s laughter grew louder as your face heated up, the overwhelming need to bury yourself into a hole increasing with every passing second.
“What’s going on here?”
You stared at Jisung with a mortified expression, who only grinned at his apparent victory as Jeno walked into the kitchen. Motioning with your hands that you were going to strangle him, the younger boy dashed out of your reach and towards Chenle for safety. Jeno’s eyes followed his brother’s figure, then turned back to you, visibly confused.
“It’s nothing,” you muttered as you tried to will the embarrassment away.
warning(s): none (please let me know if there are any!)
as sam kim’s where’s my money blasts in the background, your focus is on one specific individual only.
his pale platinum-brownish locks is dispersed away from his eyes, unlocking a view to his sharp set of coloured contacts. taking the strands of hair to the side, he plays with it until he’s satisfied.
you can’t help but be hyper fixated on him.
when he notices your gaze, he careens his head. “eh? what are you looking at, y/n?”
A/N:So proud of the boys for breaking records with Hot Sauce Also, Eid Mubarak to all who celebrate!
Renjun is ashamed to be surprised, but his friends remain true to their word.
That night, Renjun slept for what he’s sure was a good fourteen hours. Because by the time he woke, it was way in the afternoon. Jaemin was already back from his shift and Jeno was almost halfway through his. Jisung had insisted that Renjun get some more rest before he had to take over. It was a tiny bit disconcerting to have Jisung hovering over him the entire day to make sure he was eating and feeling okay, but Renjun had to admit–this was exactly what he needed. He didn’t like who he was when he was alone.
The boys had apparently even created a dedicated group chat where they would post updates and a list of things that were required at the hospital. Not that there was much required, anyway. But the boys would make sure that at the very least, Renjun’s mom had fresh clothes and home cooked food everyday while she couldn’t get out herself. Jaemin had even taken Renjun’s phone and gotten it fixed so he at least had a proper screen instead of a cracked one.
♡ looking back on your last new year’s eve party with mark, you realise it’s not about what he says to you, but how he makes you feel, that really matters
pairing: best friend!mark x reader
genre: fluff, college!au, party!au
word count:1.3K
a/n: this is something i wrote no joke about seven years ago and am reposting on my tumblr :) hence why it isn’t really up to standard but i didn’t wanna have to rewrite the whole thing lol // tagging @nct-writers
With each sip you took of the clear, colourless liquid, you felt your soul slip closer and closer to the warm embrace of temporary rest. The transparent drink swirled around your cup hypnotically, enticing you to “one more sip, one more sip!” It distressed you that this poison was so easily presented in a colourful plastic cup, and if one was not careful, had absolute control over a person’s mind.
The people around you screamed at each other over the headache-inducing, bassy, electronic music. Teenagers danced around the room, pressing their sweaty bodies closer as they jumped to the music. The party had been going on for awhile, so the stale stench of sweat stained the air. A tall girl, much older than yourself, was handing out bottles of beer to everyone, but the bitter, burning taste of straight vodka lingering in your mouth forced you to decline her offer.
As you headed out to the backyard, the music faded slightly and the pounding in your temples dulled. Stepping over the body of a poor young girl who clearly couldn’t handle her alcohol, you headed to the furthest possible place from the house you could find. There was an overwhelming whiff of vomit and smoke in the air, but you didn’t mind - at least you could get away from all your drunk classmates.
New Year’s Eve is a memorable time for everyone. It is a night where you can just let loose because, after all, you survived another year. It is a night where everyone feels on top of the world. And the parties! You’d been going to New Year’s Eve parties since your early teens, although New Year’s Eve last year was slightly different - it was the first time you hadn’t seen the New Year’s through surrounded by drunk teenagers. It’s a memory you will never forget.
37 minutes to midnight.
Pulling out your phone, you desperately searched for something to distract yourself from the trainwreck this party had become. You noticed a male figure exit from the house and pause as he scanned the backyard. A few moments later, the figure sauntered towards your position against the back fence, a happy twinkle in his eye. As he approached, you observed the familiar tidy black hair, child-like dimples, and a wide smile that you knew was reserved for only you.
“What are you doing out here by yourself?” He questioned in his silvery voice once he was in talking distance. “You’re at a party, Y/N, you should be socializing!”
➞SUMMARY | “renjun fell in love with the sea, even if he has never seen it in his life.”
↳ PAIRING | prince!huang renjun x gn!reader.
↳ WORD COUNT | 1.6k words.
↳ GENRE | fantasy!au.
↳ TW | mentions of the sea. mentions of drowning.
➞ A/N | i decided to adapt this writing (find the original here) for renjun because,,, idk, i think this concept fits him well (and i love that pic of him so i just HAD to use it) KDKSJ. anyways! feedback is always welcomed and very much appreciated!! i fell in love with this drabble so i hope you like it as much as i do. without further ado, enjoy! (this is not proofread)
REQUESTED: Can I request something anything with hanahaki disease will do
It started as a dull ache in your chest. You paid no mind to it for weeks, until finally caving and going to see your doctor when it turned sharper. The starting of hanahaki disease, she said. What?, you laughed off. It couldn’t be. The trained professional made a mistake. You were in a happy relationship with your boyfriend, had been for over a year! No one else even came near to catching your eye besides him. You did not have hanahaki disease.
pairing:stranger!renjun x gn!reader |genre: angst | word count: 353
You couldn’t help but stare at the stranger in your summer art class. He sat across the table from you, and he was gorgeous.
He had the deepest brown eyes you’d ever seen, which sparkled with mischief when he smiled and caused butterflies in your stomach when he glanced at you.
He had a beautiful smile, his top canines slightly crooked, but the imperfection seemed to suit him perfectly. He lit up the whole room when he smiled, and you couldn’t find the power to look away.
You were absolutely in love with his laugh. The way he threw his head back and laughed — really laughed, not just a small chuckle — made you feel so comfortable. You were so amazed that he could laugh so loudly and so strongly without feeling embarrassed, and you found yourself giggling along with him more times than you realised.
He had introduced himself as Renjun on the first day of class, extending out his hand for you to shake, a spark running up your arm at the touch. You found out watercolour painting was his favourite — he loved how the paint seemed to have a mind of its own as it swirled along his paper.
When you were tasked to paint a portrait, there was only one person beautiful enough you wanted to capture in an artwork, although you could argue that he was already artwork himself. You studied the lines of his face every lesson, making sure you didn’t get a single feature wrong. The art teacher came along and stated it was the prettiest portrait she’d seen in a long time.
At the end of the term, as your art class was finishing, you intended to talk to Renjun — to ask for his number and whether he wanted to catch up outside of class. You packed up your equipment and when you looked back up, he had left.
You tried to search him up online, but there was no trace of him. You pinned the portrait you’d painted to your wall, the only remnant of the stranger who had stolen your heart that one summer.
synopsis | running a youtube channel with your best friend isn’t easy, not when he’s like a ticking time bomb that’s constantly bubbling up something new. what’s worse is that you’ve had a crush on him for the past three years.
warnings (not all included in teaser) | swearing, suggestive, sexual innuendos/jokes, a few descriptions of food, mentions of covid-19 and quarantine, some personal negativity
notes from vee | hi, welcome to my blog and thanks for taking the time to read this post at that. i’ve finished one of the most important exams i’ve ever taken in my life and i decided, why not celebrate that ending by releasing a teaser to a fic i’ve been dying to share? this is one entire snippet of the fic in entirety and it may or may not be mildly inspired (read: absolutely 100% inspired) by the way brooke (@lebrookestore but tumblr doesn’t do the justice of tagging her) and i dm each other. also!!! just a brief introduction that this entire fic takes place during the corona age! meaning there are mentions of masks and covid and etc., no character gets it but just a psa for mentions! also, i did mention that hyuck and y/n are roommates, but they also live with mark and jaemin in this fic! :) anyway, please enjoy and let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist!
iii. we bought matching leather jackets!
“Hello and welcome back to doing dumb shit with Y/N and Haechan!” You announce cheerily as you press down on the record button, settling the camera in front of your seat to capture Donghyuck in the driver’s seat as well. He looks half wasted—if that was even possible—with his hair absolutely tousled and his lips just a bit swollen from earlier sleep, but he waves to the device at your voice. At the sight of him, you reach over to fix his hair, patting his head softly as you finish.
He watches you with parted lips as you take charge with the usual introduction, clapping your hands in excitement as you urge everyone to subscribe to the channel. Your eyes seem to shine more than usual—perhaps because today’s video was 100% your idea, not his, Renjun’s, or even Mark’s—with the light reflecting from them making it very easy for him to grow addicted to your look. Your look? You weren’t wearing anything grand, just a hoodie and sweatpants to keep you warm, but it appears like much more against your skin.
“—and well, Mark and I used to come here a lot around like junior year in uni, so I thought I’d visit by again.” You continue on, glancing over at your friend as he hurls back into reality. “Plus I convinced Haechan to come with me so we could pick out something together. You know, like a couple sort of thing? But for best friends.”
Your smile radiates when you face him, and he nearly loses his breath. Best friendship charms were a thing of a past—maybe perhaps expressed through matching ice cream necklaces that spell out ‘BFF’ in mellow yellow and bright pink, or small custom-made keychains that have names written in cursive hearts—something that children in elementary school treasured for years. Donghyuck doesn’t remember ever having matching blue neckties with Mark Lee, or matching knitted socks with Huang Renjun, but he also doesn’t resist when you explain your plan for the day. If anything, he’d love to match with you.
“Most of the clothing here is handmade and really good quality too. I think the jacket I bought for Jun as a gift like two years ago is still in pretty good shape.” You explain, gesturing towards the shop entrance as if the device was pointing that way. “Anyway! I’ll link the store’s website in the description below as well as Renjun’s channel! You guys should definitely check—”
Your heart gives away as Donghyuck reaches an arm over your shoulders, quietly resting his hand on your arm before squeezing it gently in acknowledgment. He shoots you a questioning look as you stumble over your words, raising an eyebrow as if to ask ‘what’s wrong?’ You only shake your head in return, trying to calm down the intense beats, and proceed.
“Uh,” you smile lightly, having forgotten what you were going on about. “Well, yeah! Let’s go now!”
The interior of the store smells strongly of cologne when you immediately enter—and it throws you off for a bit—making you hum at the scent. The scent is almost addictive in a way that makes you want to enter the shop further and explore everything it has in store for you. Donghyuck notices your reaction, chuckling under his breath before snatching the camera from your hands.
“It smells like good cologne in here,” he mentions, keeping his voice low in respect to the non-existent other customers. “And you guys already know Y/N gets addicted to that shit, right? Yeah, she’d marry anything that wears cologne.”
“Stop overreacting,” you say, curling your fingers into his shirt and tugging him towards a specific section of the store. His eyes fall upon racks filled with dark colored leather jackets, varying from black to blue to red. Turning the camera towards you, he follows you as you stroll down the aisle in intrigue.
After a few more steps, you turn around abruptly to face your best friend, holding out your hands. Even though the dark mask covers your excited expression, he can still imagine you glowing in his head.
Mark x Reader, 0.4k, angst, college/university!AU, mentions of alcohol, partying, swearing. Masterlist
Oh, shit.
You suddenly turned around, your heart pounding as you looked for Mark amidst the crowd. The house was filled with people you didn’t recognize, but that was to be expected at a Nu Chi Theta frat party. Loud music, people already wasted and staggering around, the couples making out in the stairwell, endless bottles of alcohol lying around on tables and counters — all perfectly normal. Not that it was your scene, but you’d been dragged here by a friend and now she was gone, leaving you with the one person you knew you could trust.
The one person that you couldn’t seem to find at this exact moment when you needed him.
“Hey, you alright?”
Mark’s voice sounded from behind, startling you as you let out a relieved sigh. He was dressed in a casual hoodie and a pair of jeans, his necklace peeking out from under the fabric. Neither overdressed or underdressed, but just right.
“Jeno’s here,” you told him frantically.
His eyes widened. “Those guys showed up? I thought they were banned from coming here.”
“You live here, Mark. Shouldn’t you know these things?
“Actually, Taeyong runs the place, not me. If you want an updated list of rules, go talk to him.”
Checking behind your shoulder, you noticed the all-too-familiar blonde hair of your ex-boyfriend, his eyes meeting yours as you quickly looked away.
“Mark, I need you to do something for me.”
He frowned. “Whatever it is, I don’t like it already.”
“Just trust me,” you pleaded. “Please?”
Sighing, he nodded, only to let out a surprised sound when your hands cupped his cheeks and your lips landed on his. They were slightly chapped, but soft for the most part as you silently begged him to play along, feeling him get the message as his hand wrapped around your lower back and his lips pressed harder against yours. It wasn’t until you pulled away that you noticed his flushed expression, his eyes filled with questions that you didn’t feel like answering right now. Looking back to Jeno, you saw the way his jaw tensed at the sight before being dragged away by his friends and disappearing into another room.
“I think it worked,” you said.
“Were you trying to make him jealous?” Mark asked, his voice a little quieter.
“Jaemin told me that he was still hung up on me, so I had to do something to force him to move on. Anyways, do you want a drink? My cup’s a little empty right now.”
He shook his head, watching you turn away from him and head to the kitchen, trying to ignore the way his heart thumped loudly in his chest. The kiss meant nothing, he told himself. It was just part of a plan, don’t overthink it.
But there was something in him that knew he was lying.
7Dream, 0.5k, humour, swearing. A little birthday drabble for our favourite smiley boy, Lee Jeno. Masterlist
“Hey, um, where did we put the balloons again?”
Renjun sighed. “That’s the third time you’ve asked me in the span of five minutes, Jisung.”
“I know, I’m sorry,” the younger boy said quickly, raising his hands in surrender. “It’s just that Donghyuck keeps moving them and I don’t know where they are.”
“Tell him to stop moving them then. Wait, I’ll tell him myself actually.”
There was a pause before the shouting began.
“Lee Donghyuck, stop moving the fucking balloons!”
“I didn’t fucking touch them!”
“That’s not what Jisung said!”
“Jisung’s a fat liar then!”
“Hey,” interrupted Jaemin. “Stop being mean to the baby.”
Jisung frowned. “I’m literally two years younger, hello?”
“You’re still a baby,” said Chenle, who was scrolling through his phone on the couch, a pair of sunglasses resting atop his head.
“It’s not like you’re any better,” Jisung grumbled.
“Aren’t you supposed to be helping?” questioned Renjun with a raised eyebrow.
Chenle shrugged. “I already got the cake. My job’s done.”
“Where is it?”
“In the fridge.”
“Mark? Do you see the cake?”
“I don’t see it,” shouted the oldest boy from the kitchen. “Are you sure it’s here?”
“It should be more towards the back. Jeno knows the layout of the fridge too well, so I had to hide it,” Chenle explained.
“I still can’t-oh, never mind, found it.”
“Mark, where are the balloons?” asked Donghyuck.
“Uh, I don’t know. I thought you were in charge of them” he replied, peeking his head through the doorway to look into the living room, a confused expression on his face.
“Does anyone know where the balloons are?” said Jaemin. “Actually, did we even buy them?”
Everyone went silent as they looked at each other. Renjun was the first to point a finger.
“See? I fucking told you that we were missing something!”
“You said you got them!” shouted Donghyuck. “I asked you in the store and you pointed to the cart!”
“It was never my job to get them in the first place! I was in charge of getting the snacks, not the decorations.”
“Okay, so who was responsible for them, huh?”
“Actually,” Jaemin said quietly. “I don’t even know if I put them on the list.”
Chaos exploded. Donghyuck and Renjun began yelling simultaneously at Jaemin, who cowered in fear as the older boys descended upon him. Mark ran over from the kitchen to calm the two down, his voice drowned out by the shouting. Jisung was watching with wide eyes and his hands covering his ears, while Chenle was dying of laughter on the couch, his hands shaking as he tried to record everything. At one point, the argument shifted to just Donghyuck and Renjun, who began blaming each other for not remembering the most basic of birthday decorations. Jaemin, the poor boy, had retreated to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee, leaving Mark to deal with the fight. All the while, neither of them had noticed a very confused Jeno walking into the dorm.
“Why is there a pack of balloons on the stairs?” he asked Jaemin, who’d been startled by his sudden appearance. The younger boy gaped at the bag before his eyes flickered over to the chaos in the living room, Donghyuck and Renjun now having progressed to wrestling on the floor as Chenle’s laughter echoed loudly. He turned back to Jeno with a fearful look, his voice faint.
Jaemin x Reader, 0.3k, fluff, best friends to lovers, no warnings. Masterlist
“Jaemin!”
Poking his head out of the front door, you watched as your best friend raised an eyebrow at the sight of your figure standing in the rain, your clothes started to get drenched as you waved him over.
“Come here!” you called.
He shook his head. “Are you crazy? You’ll catch a cold.”
“I don’t care, just come here!”
Sighing, he disappeared quickly to slip on his shoes, then lifted the hood of his sweater as he jogged over to join you, sidestepping a puddle that had formed on the driveway.
“Okay,” he said, rubbing his hands together for warmth. “Now what?”
You grinned at him. “Kiss me.”
He stared. “I-what?”
“I said, kiss me.”
Jaemin’s eyes were wide as he looked around in panic. “We could literally get struck by lightning and you want to kiss in the goddamn rain?!”
“Absolutely,” you said.
Taking a deep breath, he hesitantly took a step closer and brought his hands up to cup your cheeks, brushing a soaked strand of hair aside. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes held a question — are you sure you want this?
You’d loved this boy for too long to say no.
Nodding, you let him press his lips against yours, relishing the way they seem to fit just right. You looped your arms around his neck, pulling your body closer to his as he smiled against your mouth. At that moment, you didn’t care that you would mostly have a cold for the next week and a half. You didn’t care that the sound of the thunder was increasing with every passing second. You didn’t care about anything because you were finally kissing your best friend after loving him for five years — always watching from the side, but never doing anything about your aching heart until now.
Jaemin pulled away slowly and rested his forehead against yours, the fabric of his hood brushing against your hair, his thumb running gently against your cheek. His body was warm against your colder one, the chill of the rain making you shiver as he chuckled quietly.
“Be mine?” he asked, the hope evident in his voice.
☆ best friends!nct dream are cowards and beg you to get rid of a bug in their bathroom. only, the situation you are greeted with is not exactly what you were expecting.
no pairing, dream are your best friends, humour, university!au
800 words
swearing and mentions of a knife
a/n: i can’t add a read more, i’m so sorry but it messes up the photos and makes the post even longer @ncteology@nct-writers
Rolling your eyes at Donghyuck’s unironic use of the emoji, you quickly typed off your response as you shuffled on your shoes. Making sure you had your house keys as well as a light coat, you headed out the door and grinned as Hyuck sent you back a vulgar image of him pulling the middle finger.
Sliding your phone into your back pocket, you started the short walk through the neighbourhood to your best friends’ dorm. You’d known Jeno for a couple of years after you met at a casual exercise group during high school, and he’d introduced you to his other friends, who in turn quickly became people who meant a lot to you. It wasn’t unusual at all for you to be hanging around at Dream’s dorm, watching movies together or helping Jeno attempt to cook for the rest of the boys. It was slightly surprising that they had begged you to come around to catch a bug for them, but unfortunately your house had an ant infestation a couple of years ago and you’d become a pro at the catching and disposal of six legged fiends.
In just under ten minutes you’d arrived at the boys’ dorm, and you mentally reminded yourself to make sure they bought you lunch for going out of your way and doing this for them. They should consider themselves lucky today was your free day from university. When you reached their door, you raised your hand to the wood and knocked once. The single thump resounded through the hallway and you had to hold in a laugh - the knock was short and sharp, but the boys knew if they heard that knock it was you at the door, and vice versa.
“Come in, Y/N,” replied a muffled voice - you couldn’t quite recognise who it was because their voice was low and shaky.
You opened the door and stepped through, expecting to be bombarded by Jisung or even Chenle directing you towards the spider, but the apartment was silent. As you walked through the house, you poked your head into the kitchen and the living room, anticipating the boys, but they were both empty. Strange, considering they’d asked you to come here to help them.
“Hello?” You called out, pausing in the lounge. You were just starting to suspect you were the victim of a random practical joke. You wouldn’t be surprised if Donghyuck and Renjun were the masterminds behind the plan.
“Y/N, I’m in the bathroom,” came the quiet reply from down the hallway. Your eyes widened in surprise as you realised you weren’t actually alone in the apartment at all, and you finally recognised that the voice belonged to your youngest friend.
“Jisung, what’s going on?” You asked as you made your way to where you knew the bathroom was, almost tripping over your feet in your attempt to come to a halting stop.
Crouched in the bathroom doorway, with his back facing you and his gaze locked on a spot you couldn’t quite locate further in the bathroom, was Jisung. When he heard your voice, Jisung managed to turn his face halfway, always keeping an eye on the spot near the sink. You started to take a step towards your friend when you noticed a glint of light coming from the object clutched tightly in his hands, and your mouth fell open as your eyebrows furrowed when you realised what he was holding.
Shaking your head, you put your phone down and went to the kitchen to find a glass and a piece of paper. Stepping past Jisung carefully, you spotted the spider lurking near the mirror above the sink and, fast as lightning, placed the cup over the insect. You slowly slid the paper under the cup and, once the spider was securely in it’s prison with no points of escape, you dumped it in the toilet and flushed the poor thing away.
The sound of the toilet seemed to snap Jisung out of his trance, and he dropped the knife with a loud clatter to the floor. He let out a loud breath of air, and a few seconds later the colour seemed to return to his face. “God, Y/N, you’re a lifesaver.”
Chuckling at his relief, you reached down and hauled Jisung off the floor, flashing him a smile as he stretched his long limbs, stiff from sitting on the ground for so long. “I’m a lifesaver, sure, and I also got the boys to buy us lunch every day for the next week,” you winked.
“It’s what they deserve,” Jisung agreed, “that’s their punishment for leaving me, the most chicken out of all of them, alone with that devil insect.”
Jisung grimaced, as if reliving the traumatising experience of watching the spider, and you smiled to yourself. There really was never a dull day when NCT Dream were around.
