Concept: Jaemin Makes His Highly Anticipated Return From Hiatus As A Healthy, Chubby Baby (from Virtually

👻LittleBrother!Mark never liked your ex boyfriend. So he doesn’t hesitate in setting you up with his very flirty, very tall college roommate. Although you deny your feelings for your FakeBoyfriend!Jaemin until the very end, the charming younger guy wins you over anyway. 

not an author, but i cannot imagine the disappointment and anger authors would feel is their personally written works - which is basically made from hours of their hardwork - is merely stolen by a random user in the internet :(

to whoever is seeing this please leave comments on their profile for them to take it down !! i sound so annoying but i feel like its the least readers like us can do to appreciate the author’s hardwork and effort...

hi !! just wanted to lyk:

a wattpad user stole one of your chenle fics,

https://www.wattpad.com/1034097212?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading_part_end&wp_uname=hyuckrexic&wp_originator=OONO9MXbsOUsqykiZ2xe%2FyItMxxlF8pDfqI1pyYB%2BFpsmn1k24QW2yCVEh9YZ6dWqDknFaa8QbZoDyWEHecVfUVW7mRWhnU0%2FIgLiuw2i60Sqfowz73JwZvfe1WZI9Pr

hi, honey bee, thank you so much for telling me !!! 💞i checked their page and they also plagiarized other writers’ fics on here as well /: god, i’m so fvcking tired of this, i’m going to private all my fics atp. i was already mad when i saw they plagiarized my fic but i’m about to go full feral because they stole els’s masterpiece like literally what tf. this person claimed that they wrote all the fics on their profile and will sue if they find out someone is plagiarizing them ??? absolute clown.

THERE ARE OVER 40 IDENTIFIED WRITERS WHO HAVE BEEN PLAGIARIZED.

i believe only the original writer can file a report HERE, but please leave comments on the fics (linked below) and their profile asking for the user to take down their works for plagiarism, and do not send hate.

(edited) i found most of the writers in the nct imagines fic compilation they posted, but please check if yours is one of the fics i couldn’t identify. they also posted oneshots for nct, enhyphen, stray kids, and wanna one. i’m 99% positive their skz imagines fic compilation is entirely plagiarized because their nct one certainly was. likewise, i know for a fact that two of their nct oneshots were plagiarized, so there’s a good chance that the others are as well. please take a look at the works on their profile here and notify any writers you recognize.

- gone with a lullaby by @koishua 

note: i couldn’t find your original fic on tumblr, but i linked your wattpad one below !

original fic: here

plagiarized fic on wattpad: here

- finale of the longing heart by @taeyongtime

original fic: here

plagiarized fic on wattpad: here

- what if we kissed? (lol jk... unless?) by me / luvdsc

original fic: here

plagiarized fic on wattpad: here

EDIT: i went through every chapter of the nct imagines compilation and found nearly all of the writers who were plagiarized and have tagged them and their original fics below. some writers have been plagiarized more than once, so if you were tagged, please check the entire list because i only tagged you once due to tagging limits. this is going in order of the chapters:

- 6:38 am (jisung) @nctsoftarchives

- 10:57 pm (yangyang) by @/nctsoftarchives

- doctor!doyoung by @jungstruly

- siblings!nct dream by @chenle

- summer love!winwin by @/jungstruly

- arranged marriage!jaehyun by @markleesthighs

- don’t leave (jeno) by @nct-imagines (deactivated)

- dating jaemin by @smolmarkhyuck (deactivated)

- cupcakes (renjun) by @sluttyten

- best friend!mark by @/chenle

- 2:16 am (jaemin) by @xoxostarlet (deactivated)

- husband!jungwoo by @himitsu-luna

- 4:58 pm (jaehyun) by @xoxostarlet (deactivated)

- another maybe (doyoung) by @neofixcs

- e2l taeyong by @blossomjisung

- last stop (renjun) by @fullsunfluff

- lies (lucas) by @softychenji

- clothes (renjun) by @/sluttyten

- bad girl’s bad boy (jungwoo) by @kopikokun

- 9:32 am (jaehyun) by @shimjaeyuns

- stealing their hoodie (wayv) by @hvllevator

- dear doyoung (doyoung) by @doyoungwrites (deactivated)

- 3:43 am (doyoung) by @eggyukhei

- 16:45 (haechan) by @myetherealdream

- soulmate!jaemin by @lovelylunarwriting

- do you believe in fate (jaemin) by @hyuckssunchip

- wake up. please wake up (jisung) by @/hvllevator

- another member likes you (127) by @/hvllevator

- it’s freezing come here (lucas) by @/hvllevator

- worry (haechan) by @/hvllevator

- 6:45 am (yangyang) by @dont-look-down-on-me 

- go karts (hendery) by @tynct

- unrequited (johnny) by @yukheistics

- boyfriend!winwin by @chocolvte

- the smartphone hour (jisung) by @haechacco (inactive - can’t tag; no posts on their blog)

- a stubborn valentine (haechan) by @/haechacco

- pretty boy things (jeno) by @/haechacco

- boyfriend!nct127 by @purplepsycho03

- surprise christmas party (dream) by unknown

- swimming in sunlight (chenle) by unknown

- honey kisses (haechan) by @/haechacco

- before the gaming screen (haechan) by @/haechacco

- fragile fragile boy (jeno) by @/haechacco

- what dancing feels like (jisung) by @/haechacco

- a fondly distance (jaemin) by @/haechacco

- boyfriend!wayv by @/purplepsycho03

- not you, just me (kun) by @starlightkun

- the love in your eyes (jisung) by @/haechacco

- my little secret (jaemin) by @hyuckles-chuckles

- apartment au (taeyong) by unknown

- badboy!taeyong by @4johnyong

- college!taeyong by @warmau

- 19:30 (lucas) by unknown

- 5:43 am (winwin) by @/dont-look-down-on-me

- taking care (taeyong) by @/purplepsycho03

- bestfriend!renjun by unknown

- A - Z (jaemin) by @neo-princess

- yours truly (jaemin) by @jenosslut

- roles in their rooftop fight (dream) by unknown

- 2:21 am (sungchan) by @the32ndbeat / @stealerz

- boyfriend!yuta by @/chocolvte

- boyfriend!dream by @/purplepsycho03

- boyfriend!wayv by @soleilsuhh

- boyfriend!127 by @/soleilsuhh

- morning (127) by @/soleilsuhh

- crayons (xiaojun) by unknown

- the side effects of loving (yuta) by unknown

- 3:12 am (jeno) by @mistymark

- face mask (jisung) by unknown

- starstruck (taeyong) by @nctream

- period (127) by unknown

- bad boy (jaemin) (labeled as “special chapter” in wattpad) by unknown

- lil sis (jeno) (labeled as “special chapter” in wattpad) by @/starlightkun

- jokes on you (jisung) (labeled as “special chapter” in wattpad) by @hyuckflirts

- just like in highschool (yuta) (labeled as “special chapter” in wattpad) by @softsichenghours​

- home (lucas) (labeled as “very special chapter” in wattpad) by @/starlightkun

they clearly understand that copyright infringement is a serious crime since they claim that they’ll sue anyone who copies/translates “their” work. also the author’s note - absolutely laughable, i’m sure your eyes hurt so much from copy and pasting my fic even after i disabled the highlight and right click functions on my blog.

what “inspiration” from other authors ?? they straight up stole and took credit for our fics 😭😭 they can’t even pretend to not know that this is a crime because they plastered copyright notices and threats to sue everywhere 🥴

but thank you so kindly for even noting down the dates you plagiarized our fics <3

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still here

summary: it all started with a kiss from your best friend, mark. and most cases, one night stands do not usually end well... right?

note: best friend!mark, sexual implications, cursing/profanities, making out? and purely confused and panicking mark lee.

genre: 99.9% angst and 0.1% fluff | word count: 1.5k

- mark never had a good night's sleep in a while until now.

he opened his eyes and the window to his left side almost told him “good morning”, so bright, so sunny. but he looked at the bookshelves beside a study table, and the bulletin board stacked with utility bills and polaroid films of friends just above a supposed to be a replica of surely an andy warhol pop-art painting.

this was definitely not mark’s room.

he was about to remove the blanket that is sitting on his legs when a figure beside him shuffled a little. the back facing him was bare, messy hair all he could see. but he instantly recognized it, and the room, for so long; because it was you.

slightly panicking, mark carefully removed the warm clothing above his thighs then there he saw that he was only wearing his boxers. right above, just a little, he could see the messy lining of his shirt, and it was definitely worn the other way around.

he rose from the bed carefully, avoiding causing any disturbance. mark made sure his footsteps were inaudible while he was looking for his pants and grey hoodie on the floor. he slowly picked his jeans up, but the belt still made a faint clang noise that he held it so tightly while putting it back on. he also removed his wrinkled, reversed shirt so it would be worn correctly this time before topping it with his grey hoodie.

then mark just… stood there in front of your bed, watching you, trying to recall what has happened last night. then it was all slowly coming back to him.

now, if you happened to wake up at this very moment, then what would he do?

-

mark bit his lower lip as he was trying to answer the question he is about to face later on. he suddenly felt the need to apologize.

maybe because may have been selfish.

he suddenly kissed you while watching before sunrise. maybe, just maybe, if the romantic and sexual tension were not so intense throughout the film, then he would not have needed to finally act upon what he has been thinking all this time.

but the fact that you gave in... god, he thought, you gave in. no sight of alcohol around, just pure sober thoughts. mark has no idea where he got the push.

but was he remember asking you if you wanted it. mark needed the confirmation, just to make sure you are on the same page as him.

“you want this, right?”

you were catching your breath from the heated kiss when he asked. and yes, you wanted more.

“i would not hold back this time, baby”, you giggled. you liked him calling you baby. “are you sure?”

“mark..." you replied. "baby…”

you were straddling him and started kissing his neck again. mark’s eyes were closed and feeling his crotch against your clothed sex, but he was not so sure that you understand; that if you continue along, the morning may not be the same anymore.

and now, with mark wondering, here we are.

so he removed your arms, now wrapped around his neck while you planted kisses on his cheek, and firmly intertwined his hand with yours.

mark looked you in the eyes so intently, your gaze could not leave his.

“i’m asking again,”, he emphasized. “are you sure you really want to do this?”

and it took you seconds to nod, as you had already caught what he is thinking—the consequences, the adjustments, the confrontation to be served via breakfast.

“mmh”, you hummed.

“words. i need to hear it.”

“yes, mark. i want this.”, you replied. “do you?”

“yes, i do… so much.” he put his palm on the right side of your cheek, just a little graze yet soft, so warm, so lovely. “you have no idea.”

mark has been staring at your still-sleeping figure for too long. too long, really. should he just leave a text that says, “hey... we need to talk about last night.”? or maybe go for an old-fashioned way and write a note saying “i had to go. errands.”, when in fact, it is a sunday morning and he is actually on work leave?

but omitting some words behind these questions, should he leave?—the simple question as it is, but would he be treating you the same as his one-night stands? for him, you deserve more than just ditching and letting avoidance do its own work at this point. you are a friend—the best friend.

you finally shuffled from your former position, still sleeping. from facing the back, your body is now almost facing where mark stands still. his fight or flight response is now asking him several questions. he wanted to run from the consequences he emphasized last night. he thought he could handle them but fuck, no.

mark, noticing that you were still unconscious made him run his fingers through his hair. slightly frustrated and he may have muttered "fuck, fuck, fuck!", a little too loud and-

“just lock the door when you leave, mark.”

mark froze on his feet, mouth agape at your sudden words.

you said it so... nonchalantly. and so you went back to your former position, facing your back against him once again too quickly but still, eyes closed.

you were waiting for him to leave immediately now you may have answered the thing that has been bugging him for minutes now.

and of course, you knew the moment you gave in, there was no turning back. you wish you could say “i love you.”, but you would have rather devour into the kiss, hoping your actions would translate those words instead. so you went along; touching him for the very first time, and feeling all of him for the last time.

but what hurts most is that you know where this is gonna go, that you will wake up to the sounds of shuffling and rummaging the one-night stand’s clothes on the floor, and the footsteps while the guy is putting his shoes on. and what has happened this morning so far is no exception.

maybe mark was too kind just to leave because you are you. and it stings more to know that you are just… a friend.

and it hurts more to see that he was ready to go.

so you just had to instruct him what others usually do. and you just wish you woke up a little later on an empty, messy bed—finding him gone for good.

-

mark felt a strong pang struck into his chest. he felt like his heart is being held tight, being twisted, being ripped into pieces.

and it hurts him more that you thought he was going to leave, that you thought he was going to be another one-night stand, and that you have already accepted that everything that you both went through is now ruined.

so when mark walked towards the door, your breath suddenly hitched but was inaudible. he clicked the lock, turned the doorknob, and you heard the door opening and closing.

you finally let out a sob that has been desperately wanting to be released as he was collecting his things.

tears damped your pillow until your cries lulled you to sleep.

-

your room is illuminated by the sunset, thanks to the always bright window. already past afternoon, you managed to escape the dreadful morning.

a little foolish of you, really, to check your phone and hope mark would leave a text. you chuckled at the ridiculous thought, only to find your notification bar empty.

but then you heard faint noises coming from your living room. a little shuffling and steps over there. you stood up and opened your door.

and there he was, actually in the kitchen, checking out what is in your refrigerator. you slowly walked in his direction.

“mark?”

he turned around and said, “hey.”

“what are you doing?”

“trying to cook.”

and he was holding his phone, and there appears to be a cooking tutorial paused on the screen.

“cook what?”

“pesto…? actually, dang, you don’t have enough ingredients so i’m just gonna do a quick run at 7/11 so—”

“mark?”, you asked, now more confused than ever, “you never left.”

for mark, this was never a mistake. he had wanted and waited for this for so long. this—overcoming the boundaries and just feeling you entirely–the making out, the fucking, the embracing, the tangled bodies, the intertwined hands, the how are yous, the sharing of joys and growing pains, everything and more; and most importantly, the i love yous.

he finally did not walk out the door for once, now that he has had you in his arms last night. no fumbling with the bags this time.

enough of the jealousy and the constant checking of his phone, waiting for a text after you went out on a date, thinking he is going to lose you to another guy because mark could never say how much you mean to him. no more subtle touching, like how he likes it when he wraps his arms around your shoulders. sometimes, he would just leave it there after saying he needs to protect you while crossing the street. and more, so much more.

mark needs more—never from but of–mark needs more of you. because good god, for once, he knows what love is—and love is the entirety of you.

so mark just shrugged with a sheepish grin plastered on his face.

“still here, baby.”

and you loved that cute, stupid smile every single time.

what a sight.

water glass | h.rj.

pairing: renjun x reader

genre: restaurant au, college au, angst, fluff, waiter!renjun

word count: 5,746

warnings: mentions of date drugs (not renjun), suggestive intentions (also not renjun)

summary: a dinner date gone wrong… or, if you look at it another way, a dinner date that almost got you in a terrible situation. almost.

a/n: not sure i really like the prompt of the way this date goes wrong, but renjun as a waiter? yes, always yes, 1000 times yes (also yikes the editing on the title in the picture rip XD) (also this is a repost because tags weren’t working the first time i posted this, i’m not sure why hjhdfjgfd)

Ever since you had laid eyes on Shin Youngjin, you’ve been harboring the largest crush on him. He was perfect — his voice had a comforting effect on people, his intelligence was said to be as sharp as his jawline, and every time he ran a hand through his hair, you felt yourself melt.

Unfortunately, you had been told by many individuals that Youngjin didn’t date — in fact, no one had ever seen him on campus with a girl longer than “was necessary”, which you took to interpret as “conversation made for class purposes only”.

But fortunately for you… he had seemed to make an exception.

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pairing: lee taeyong x female!reader genre: short story, angst warnings: slightly suggestive content, expletive language word count:  12.5k summary: after returning to your hometown to attend your brother’s wedding, you’re reacquainted with a past you thought you’d long distanced yourself from.

i. old friend

“Do you remember Jung Jaehyun?” Yeri asked as she swept a stray piece of hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. Her other hand rested lazily on the steering wheel of her car, the road ahead was straight and empty enough that she didn’t have to worry too much about the traffic around her. It still made you nervous, then again, most cars made you nervous. It wasn’t that you hated them, just a few poor decisions by drivers had caused more than enough in insurance claims to last you a lifetime. Something inside of you thought you were a magnet for bad luck.

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ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: if we were in a drama | pjs

summary | as always, you and your friend, jisung, plan a sleepover to begin a new drama together. and, as always, you have to pause halfway through the second episode so you can go through your new-drama-ritual.

genre | park jisung x reader, friends-but-not-friends in the romantic way, fluff

wc | 1.1k

a/n: rn i’m really into the whole you’re more than friends but not dating trope…also does anyone else do this when they watch dramas

GIVEN THE OPPORTUNITY, you were sure Jisung would kill you right now. He would rip your phone out of your hands, throw it against the wall, and push you off his seventh-story balcony.

“Googling it spoils it for me too, you know!” he exclaimed, reaching for your phone as best he could. You jerked your hand back, rolling over onto your stomach and half-dangling off the bed. With a sigh, he gave up on his conquest, but that didn’t cease his complaining. “I mean, come on, who googles the first-kiss episode every single time they watch a drama?”

“Me, I do,” you said, frantically typing ‘when do they kiss’ into the search bar, followed by the name of the drama. Instantly, several YouTube videos and articles popped up, each with ‘kiss scene’ in the title. “Aha! Episode—”

“Shut up!” Jisung exclaimed, wrapping his arms around your waist. With a tug, you were sitting up on the bed again, pressed up against his chest. You mumbled a string of incoherencies, wrenching yourself from his grasp and turning to face him.

“I don’t see your issue. I mean, it’s not like the kiss episode spoils the plot or anything, so why lose your mind? It’s setting a precedent, a goal to achieve before we stop watching and go to bed,” you argued, frowning. He gave you an unimpressed look, rolling his eyes. You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Plus, the timing of the kiss scene is important. I mean, nobody wants to see one two episodes in, but nobody wants to wait for ten episodes. Right?”

“Right, okay, but wouldn’t you rather be surprised?”

“No, because I’ll be disappointed when the perfect-kiss-threshold passes and no kissing has happened yet. I need to know if this’ll be worth my time.”

“Oh yeah? When’s the perfect-kiss-threshold?”

“End of episode six to episode eight, obviously. Any earlier and things are no fun, and any later and things are boring,” you replied, talking as if this was some sort of scholarly information and that everybody should know your opinions on the pacing of dramas.

Jisung stared at you for a moment, a small smile forming on his face. His cheeks began to tinge a red color, and his ears were bright red, but that didn’t stop him from reaching for his goal.

“So, if we were in a drama, when would our kiss scene be?”

Ignoring the implications of the question, mostly for the sake of avoiding melting into a puddle of lovey-dovey-ness, you took it more seriously and genuinely contemplated it.

“Well, assuming you’d ever measure up to be the main male lead,” you mused, tapping your chin a couple of times. “I think we’d pass the threshold. God, we probably wouldn’t kiss until, like, eleven or twelve. We’d have a terribly boring drama.”

Jisung seemed appalled at your answer, maybe even a bit offended. “Seriously? What gives you that impression?”

Before you could stop yourself, you answered, “I mean, look at our relationship now.”

“What about it?”

“Are you kidding me? We’ve done just about every couple thing other than kiss. We go grocery shopping together, we hold hands whenever we walk anywhere together, we watch dramas and cuddle up together for hours at a time. We’d be the drama couple that goes fast but doesn’t want to admit it. The type to act like a married couple before we even called each other boyfriend and girlfriend.”

God, you wished you could keep your mouth shut. The moment you finished your tangent, you could feel your cheeks burning up, and you could see Jisung blushing even worse than before. He reached up and scratched his neck as if he was unsure how to respond to your slightly-too-real analysis of your relationship.

He shuffled around on the bed, returning to his position under the covers with his back against pillows propped up by the headboard. You stared at him for a second, loathing the silence between you before you did the same, feeling a sudden awkwardness with being near him.

“I mean, did you want to be boyfriend and girlfriend? Because, like, I’m not opposed, but…”

“I dunno, it’s kinda fun just being us, labelless and happy. Right? A couple of friends, pretending like they do normal friend things on a daily basis.”

Jisung slung an arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. You leaned your head on his shoulder, cuddling up against his side and feeling comfortable in his warmth. “I mean, a kiss carries a lot of meaning. A lot of commitment.”

“No, you’re right. We’d have to be, like, really sure if we were gonna go that far,” Jisung agreed, flinching slightly when you wrapped your hands around his waist. There was something nice about not being in a relationship but still being romantically involved with one another. Especially since you were tied up in the same friend group and would be teased to high heaven if things became official.

It made you happy, being with him and living in the moment. Never rushing, never going too fast, just being wrapped up in your togetherness.

“I think we’d make a bad drama,” you finally said, focusing on the soft-yet-nervous pattern of Jisung’s breathing. “It’d be too indecisive and slow.”

“Yeah, I think so too,” he agreed, picking up the remote that he’d put down on his bedside table. “So, what episode do they kiss?”

“Seven. Right in the middle of the threshold,” you said, a deep sense of satisfaction pooling in your stomach. You could’ve giggled out of happiness for your current situation if you were brave enough. “I think we could make it by three in the morning if we played our cards right. It’s, what, 10? Yeah, three in the morning.”

“Is that factoring in differing episode lengths?”

“No, just rough estimates.”

“Well, let’s promise that we’ll go to sleep at three,” he suggested, leaning his head atop your own. “And we’ll forget about this ever happening. Deal?”

“Absolute deal.”

Jisung pressed play on the episode, but you weren’t lost on him turning his head ever-so-slightly, planting a small kiss on your forehead to signify just a little bit of commitment. To plant a little hope that, one day, you’ll reach your episode twelve and take the full leap. But, for now, you’d watch your drama and be happy as “friends.”

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pairing :: na jaemin x reader genre :: fluff / best friend + college au word count :: 1,552 words warnings :: none playlist :: talk too much (coin) ⋆ face (woosung) ⋆ pretend (bad suns) ⋆ la belle femme (hunny) ⋆ love you like crazy (taeyeon) author’s note :: best f2l is the ultimate trope sorry i don’t make the rules

Persistent fratboys at parties are the absolute worst. Already early into the night, you find yourself unable to shake off the latest leech in all his snapback and rayban glory. Why is it that they never back off until you’re forced to lie about a significant other? If you’re lucky, they’ll stop there. It’s quite stupid how they’ll let you go only if you suddenly have a boyfriend, rather than simply understanding that you aren’t interested. Perhaps, they’re too scared to confront how undesirable they actually are.

Literally, nobody wants someone who owns salmon shorts and more button up shirts with palm trees than necessary. Never mind the fact that you’ve seen this guy participate in more forties at four than actually attend his classes sober if he even makes it to your shared A.I. ethics lecture at eight in the morning. And he’s wearing those god awful sperry boat shoes with no socks. Inwardly, you shiver.

Eyes flitting around, you desperately try to see if you can find any one of your friends nearby who can take you out of your misery, but Yeji and Yerim are already mixed in the drunken dancing crowd, and you can’t find Donghyuck or Jeno anywhere. Renjun had been standing with you prior, but he already went home a few minutes ago because he had midterms early tomorrow morning. However, perhaps Lady Luck understands your woes because you spot your best friend coming out of the kitchen.

You quickly grab his arm, pulling Jaemin over. “Sorry, I’m here with him already.”

“This is your boyfriend?” the guy asks skeptically, unabashedly staring at your friend in question.

“Yep. Yes, that’s him. My boyfriend. Love of my life. My other half. His name is Jaemin.”

Jaemin turns to look at you, somewhat confused. You try to send some sort of telepathic message to him, and to your relief, it seems that he understands when you shoot him a look of mixed panic and desperation.

“Yeah, that’s me. I’m the boyfriend. The super significant other.” He reconfirms your answer and returns the male’s stare, giving him an enthusiastic thumbs up.

Great. Nothing says “I love you” more than a common hand signal found on YouTube videos. Maybe you should tell fratboy to hit the subscribe button, too. Subscribe to see more daily mishaps in the life of Y/N and watch as she digs an even deeper hole for herself.

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