★ NCT DREAM RENJUN MESSY LAYOUTS 🍲

thanks for the tag @hyetomi teehee

i have no friends here anyways...

— yummy! [weeekly]

— love maze [bts]

— save [nct 127]

— bad girl [woo!ah!]

— shoot! [itzy]

— baby don't like it [nct 127]

— king of hearts [wayv]

— bazooka! [gwsn]

— i'm a star [wooseok x kuanlin]

— daydream [j-hope]

Music tag game!~

Thankyou so much for tagging me @canadianwatermelon

Rules: put your library/liked songs on shuffle and post the first ten songs that play!

Fly to my room (BTS)

10 Months (ENHYPEN)

Someone’s Someone (Monsta X)

Highway to Heaven - English Version (NCT 127)

Mmmh (KAI)

Cassette (DEMIAN)

예뻤어 You Were Beautiful (Day6)

NOT BY THE MOON (GOT7)

Sorry (The Rose)

Love talk - English Version (WayV)

tagging: @suhnnyseok @simp-for-sunghoons-hair-tied-up @taehyunsmine @random-shit6352 @kpopthingssss @shafidaaaa @theblackwolf21 and anyone else who wants to do this!!~

SCAREDY CAT : l.dh

Part of the NCT HALLOWEEN SERIES: NCT Dream.

pairing: haunted house actor!haechan x reader

genre: angst, fluff, horror

length: 2.5k

description: you absolutely hate anything scary. but when your friends suggest you spend the night of halloween at a haunted house, you just can’t refuse. it only goes downhill from there, because you’re about three seconds away from wetting yourself, and- is that your crush?

warnings: swearing, blood, gore

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the second fic in the series in here! another big thank you to @minyusa for doing the header and @nanakyun0j0​ for proofreading, as well as @bumblebeenct. this ended up taking a very different route to what i had planned and i’m still not sure if i like it, but it’s here nonetheless!

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Paranoia Level: J a e m i n 

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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a cut above the rest | lee taeyong

for chlo~

hair-stylist!au honestly taeyong was the only member i could write this au for, because he’s so overworked & dyes his hair so damn much lol 🥴🥴🥴 if any rich nctzens are reading this pls bring him some conditioner and a kingsize bed at the next fansign

omg also I have no idea how a hair salon works so i’m so sorry for my inaccurate descriptions of how to dye hair sksksks

fluffy, two idiots in love my favourite kind tee hee, 4.5k words

song rec: lucky strike by trove sivan

Today was going to be a long day. 

Usually, when you dyed hair, you were allowed the luxury of dealing with only one client over a series of hours, or days if necessary. However, your salon was well-known, and highly respected, meaning that you received frequent visits from kpop groups. Each and every time the idols came in, your usually tranquil hair salon was thrown into chaos. 

The colouring needed to be done as quickly and discreetly as possible, to avoid the public catching wind of any spoilers for their potential comeback. Unfortunately, this meant shutting the salon down for at least 24 hours, and running all over the place attempting to complete about thirty odd jobs at once. As one of the senior members of staff there, you usually had the luxury of picking and choosing your clients, however whenever idol groups came in, you were expected to oversee each and every member, in order to ensure that they all received the exact treatment that their company entrusted you to give them. 

To be honest, you didn’t mind tending to idols if their group was small. They were usually starved for conversation outside of their tight inner circle of mangers and staff members, so always provided you with fun stories and easy chatter. However, this relaxed and friendly attitudes only applied for groups with at most, six members. Since not every member would have a full-on bleach and colour, you had time to stop for a cup of coffee now and then, and still get the job done on time.

Today, however, you were not going to be granted that luxury. 

Today, NCT 127 had been booked.

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Sykkuno: I need you to swear-

Corpse: Fuck.

Sykkuno: ...I meant promise.

Home (l.jn)

Pairing: Reader x Jeno Warnings: Language, loss of virginity, safe sex, alcohol use Summary: The story of your first love, which never truly ends for anyone. Luckily for you, Lee Jeno was the perfect first boyfriend. The struggle for you is trying to be perfect for him. Words: 11.6k

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You had a thing for perfection. 

It was something that had been ingrained into you from the moment you were born, to an entrepreneur mother and a father who was a cardiac surgeon. As soon as you could walk, you were placed in dance classes and trained from that moment on. You had practically tried every playable club sport in Korea. In addition to these demanding extracurriculars, your parents also expected school to remain your top priority. 

It was a tiring life, trying to be perfect. But even so, even you yourself had learned to never settle for anything less than. 

The way you meet Lee Jeno is perfect. 

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ive had my second masterlist of masterlist in my draft since december but im so busy and i havent had the time to complete the list :(

be mine- jung jaehyun

info: single dad jaehyun x reader, fluff

warnings: none

wc: 3.7k

a/n: happy birthday jaehyun! and happy valentine’s day everyone!!!! much love :D 

You walk into the break room, noticing your coworker- Jaehyun, hunched over on his phone, lips pursed. When he notices your presence, he smiles slightly, “hey,” he mumbles, before looking back down at his phone.

You and Jaehyun have always been friends- as the youngest people in your department, you automatically clicked and stuck together. Jaehyun has always been kind to you, he was nice to everyone. The other women in your office would often remind you of how lucky you were because of your friendship- but you were just friends, nothing more. In the almost 2 years you had known him, Jaehyun had never brought up dating or talk of a romantic life. Jaehyun’s daughter- Jina, took up most of his time and he loved it- but it also meant he barely had any time to actually pursue relationships outside of work. 

“You good?” You ask, sitting down on the sofa across from him.

“Yeah, yeah,” he smiles. “I’m just trying to find a babysitter last minute for tonight.”

You listen while you bite into your apple. He hesitates before asking, “You wouldn’t happen to know of one would you?”

You shrug, “No, I don’t think so sorry.”

“I figured,” Jaehyun laughs, “considering you don’t have kids or anything.”

There’s a lingering silence and you almost feel bad. By the distressed look on his face when you walked in, it seemed pretty urgent. “Yeah,” you start, “I mean, well- I could watch Jina if you need me too.”

Jina is 4- almost 5, and looks a lot like her father. You could immediately recognize her as Jaehyun’s, with one dimple like his, a similar eye shape, and a toothy smile- she looked practically identical. She was shy and well mannered, often tucking herself into her father’s pant leg when meeting new people. 

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