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《2:21am》 - Sungchan

The dormitory was quiet and dark as everyone fell into a deep slumber, their bodies giving into the exhaustion they had endured through the past few months of gruelling practice and recordings.

With the recent debut of NCT 2020, the group could only anticipate a far busier schedule in the coming days and although previously, they had been prone to late nights, it was now a rare sight to see anyone up past 2 in the morning. Yet, there was a dull glow of light emitted from a far corner in the room, hidden from the sleeping figures. 

Sungchan stared at his phone, the light illuminating his face as he flopped to his side and away from the rest. Huddled in his bed, he should be comfortable yet in his heart, he was anything but that. The anxiety and anticipation coursing through his veins were unreal as he held on shakily onto his phone.

It has been about 8 hours since the release of ‘Misfit’, the very first NCT music video he actually featured in. Although the internet was flooded with praise about his performance, Sungchan was only hanging on to a certain’s someone’s opinions.

Yours.

Why hadn’t you replied? Did you not like it? But you said you were looking forward to it!

He pouted sadly as he watched the seconds tick by. Maybe you had forgotten about his debut. 

Just as he was about to turn in for bed, his phone pinged with a notification which shocked him so suddenly that he almost fell off his bed.

I’m sorry this is so late but I just watched the ‘Misfit’ music video! It was so amazing, you looked really handsome and cool! I’m proud of you, Sungchan! 💖💖

“Y/N LIKED IT!” He couldn’t help but scream, the joy exploding within him, rousing the sleepy groans of the other members in the room.

“We know you’re whipped for y/n, we all do but could you maybe take this outside? Some of us actually need sleep.”

[19:35] “You know,” Jisung spoke all of a sudden, causing your head to shot up from the book you were reading. Your boyfriend sat beside you on the couch, putting his bowl of ramen down on the coffee table to cool off for a bit before leaning his body sideways against the cushions to face you. His hands overlapping the other, swinging his arm over the couch and laying his face on his hands, squishing his cheek cutely against his knuckles. 

You hummed in response, giving him a soft smile as you took a moment to admire how cozy your boyfriend looked in front of you. “Yes?” you squeaked, your voice slightly hoarse from the lack of talking that day. “I’m seriously-” he closed his mouth for a moment, hesitating on his words as a bashful smile stretched across his lips, his cheeks flushing pink. “I’m seriously head over heels in love with you,” he confessed, turning his head so that he could hide his face in the cushions to prevent you from seeing his face from flushing a deep red.

“Oh.” You couldn’t help but feel your heart stop for a brief moment at his words. Biting your lip as you tried to find the right words to say to your boyfriend, chuckling lightly as you squeezed the hardcover of the book in an attempt to calm your heart down. “You better be,” you joked, trying to put some light hearting humor in the atmosphere as you leaned the side of your head against the cushion, noticing how his ears had grown pink at the tips.

“I really am!”  

Your boyfriend’s head shot up in an instant, scooting over to you so quick, you jumped in surprise you almost thought you were going to have a whiplash. He scooted over to you and grabbed your hand tightly in his, squeezing it gingerly as he intertwined his fingers with yours lovingly. “I really really am. Like,” he licked his lips as if to keep his heart from exploding right in front of you. “When we’re on the phone, I try so hard to be funny just so I can hear you laugh.”

You swore you never saw Jisung’s cheeks as red as they were now, (Maybe back when he first asked you out and back when you had your first date, but that was nearly a year ago) you were quite surprised with how bold he was being despite how his face was burning red with every word that spills from his mouth. 

“I really love hearing you laugh. I love it so much,” he bit his lip, running his thumb over your knuckles and pulling your hands to nuzzle his cheeks against your skin. “Even if it’s like a little giggle or a small chuckle. Even if it’s not all the way busting out laughter,” he pressed a small shy kiss against your palm, causing large smiles to spread across your faces.

“But just the smallest sign of laughter? That’s the stuff I live for.”

The chase was amazing! And if it’s not too much trouble may I pls request a mafia!renjun (fic or blurb up to you) where him and the reader start to fall in love during an arranged marriage?

pairing: mafia!renjun x reader

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 1.1k

author’s note: this gif *heart eyes*

warning: this contains a decent amount of violence so if that’s not your thing, please click away

“You’re wasting your time,” you say wryly, as the men cuff your wrists behind your back and put a blindfold around your head. They ignore you and roughly shove you to the ground instead. You land on your shoulder hard, biting your lip to hold back a cry of pain, and try to sit back up.

“Shut up,” you hear one of them hiss in your face, his rancid breath making you almost gag.

“He’s not going to come for me,” you continue defiantly, “the only reason Renjun married me is because of my father’s connections. Now that my dad is dead, you’re basically handing him a get-out-of-jail-free card by kidnapping me.” 

He doesn’t tell you to shut up again, instead opting to slap you across your face with so much force that you fall back to the ground again. Your cheek throbs, and your eyes involuntarily fill with tears. 

“We need a gag. Bitch doesn’t know when to stop yappin’,” he snarls. 

“M-Maybe she’s right, boss,” you hear another voice nervously say, “Huang Renjun is untouchable.” 

“You dipshits are really that scared of him?” the leader questions mockingly. 

“No, no, sir! It’s just,” one of the lackeys clears his throat, “―just that Huang Renjun has never been defeated before. He’s infamous for sacrificing his own men if need be. What’s to say it’s not the same with his family?” 

You know it’s true. Renjun has made that abundantly clear by the way he looks at you and treats you, but it still stings to hear it said aloud like that. 

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unspoken | mark lee

GENRE: fluff, tiniest bit of angst, enemies to lovers!au, conservatory/competition!au, slow burn    ↪ pianist!mark, pianist!y/n ft. some nct members  WORD COUNT: 32k PROMPT: mark lee was a role model student, often praised for his amazing piano skills. he was your aspiration, someone you envied and someone you wanted to desperately stand beside when being handed the highest achieving awards. unfortunately, that was only something you could wish for.  WARNINGS: swearing, suggestion, themes of strict parenting mentioned     A/N: this fic is inspired by ‘melophile’ by thepencilnerd! some parts couldn’t have been as strong without the comment section to some of these pieces and the annotations used within the videos as well! the whole entire time i was writing this as well i thought of your lie in april and haikyuu (lmfao the competitiveness). on a more sentimental note, this piece will hold a very special place in my heart. it’ll be the last piece i’m releasing on this account and i’m proud to say that i was able to write piece… it was quite the ride. i hope you guys enjoy ♡

DISCLAIMER: this story is completely fictional. the characters displayed within this work does not reflect upon the human being themselves. this au is more descriptive heavy than dialogue. additionally, i, the author, has only gotten so far with piano lmfao. majority of the assignments/the routines of how the conservatory works is most likely very inaccurate and exaggerated for entertainment purposes. also it’s very cheesy LOL regardless, enjoy ! 

 mark lee. “brilliant genius; a well-accomplished young man,” was one of the many compliments you’ve heard him receive. his fingers flawlessly danced against the piano. the piece he was playing was intense, con fuoco would be the correct term to use within this context. you could picture the battle he was trying to portray, fire surrounding his entire entity and wanting to swallow him as a whole but he directs a cheerful fight with the widest grin he could possibly have. if you were to space out to the music, you imagined the large kingdoms with knights, attacking each other begrudgingly. his jaw was gritted, eyes sharply focused on the white and black instrument in front of him. his playing was always grandiose. mark never failed to take people’s breaths away whenever he played. he poured his soul into every piece he played as though it was his declaration to do so. 

 tchaikovsky: symphony no. 4- iv. finale: allegro con fuoco. a piece made for an orchestra yet mark had the audacity to create his own rearrangement for a solo pianist. you watched him with an abhorring grimace in your eyes. it wasn’t the fact he took a work of art made for a large array of musicians and accustomed the piece for just the piano that made you grip onto the seat with rage. nor was it the fact he was so confident that he wouldn’t be scored terribly on his personal work. mark didn’t play this piece as though he was a brave knight, sweating profoundly in his metal armor to serve his kingdom— no. he played as though he was the one sitting intently on his throne with his large fur mantle and smirking wickedly at the imaginary scene. 

 it was the fact that mark depicted the story he wanted to tell so beautifully through his playing that made your blood boil with despise. it had been like that since you two were children, anyways.

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Dollarstore Mistletoe ‣ ljn

‣ genre: fluff, friends-to-lovers, female reader

‣ wc: 2.7k

‣ summary: Jeno looked up at the mistletoe then at you, cheeks heating up from the situation. So that’s why Hyuck had mistletoe. 

this was going to be a short blurb but sike… enjoy!

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You sat at the corner of the room, eyes drawn nervously at Donghyuck who was holding a tied up bunch of mistletoe in his hand. Though he was tossing it to himself, you could already read his mind from across the room. He had a sly smirk on his face as he glanced between you and Jeno who chose to sit between Jisung and Chenle.

Donghyuck, I fucking swear. You texted him, eyes growing wide in a subtle warning once he looked back up at you. 

He laughed out loud before texting you back, I’m not doing anything.

Not rn but ur going to.

He loved going over to your place just to tease you about your (apparent) undying love for Jeno, constantly pushing you to make a move because Jeno was a ‘giant wuss’ and ‘would not grow balls to do so himself’ while you ‘had potential’. And honestly, you weren’t sure what to believe when it came to Donghyuck. He was a trickster. Who knew if he was lying this time or not. 

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candy jar -- ldh.

pairing: haechan x reader

genre: enemies to lovers?? yeah?? with some fluff?

warnings: swearing. so if you’re not into that,,,sad times :(

word count: 5.8k

a/n: in case u didn’t know this is based off the netflix film candy jar!! i got real inspired by it!!

also this is my first fic on this blog so like. please be nice sksk

“Look at him. Look at that smug look on his smug face,” you grumble under your breath, eyes shooting daggers at the boy currently sitting across from you. Ever since kindergarten, you and Lee Donghyuck (or Haechan, as he preferred to be called) have had a vendetta, of sorts.

It all started when he upstaged your speech on butterflies (which was very well written, if you said so yourself) back in kindergarten by singing a song about bees, bees, of all things! He even smiled at you as he did it. Since then, it seemed as though he’d made it his life’s mission to beat you at absolutely everything. You’d had a passion for debate as soon as you’d entered high school, and, lo and behold, your lifetime enemy had a passion for debate too. Now juniors, the both of you admittedly put a little less time into arguing with each other,and more into your studies, but after the previous captain of debate club had graduated last year, a kind upperclassman named Mark, the two of you were the top (and only willing) candidates to take his place. Your constant arguments about who should take over had resulted in the two of you currently being forced to spend some time in the counselor’s office.

“I don’t think you understand, Miss Johnson. I’m clearly more level headed and responsible than him, so I deserve the title of captain, obviously-”

“Obviously? Obviously a four time state qualifier like me deserves the title, and, when you consider the numerous contributions my parents have made to the debate club-”

“Here we go again, Donghyuck, always using your precious rich kid privilege to get what you want. Can’t you ever work for something you want like the rest of us?”

“If by ‘the rest of us’ you mean the likes of peasants, like you, then the answer is most definitely a solid no-”

“Oh my God, you’re so annoying!” You say, throwing your hands up in frustration.

“See? This is why I can’t work with her. How do you expect us to co-captain when she’s like this?”

Eyes narrowed, glaring at him, you snarl. “When I’m like what, Donghyuck?”

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what you do to me

✩ yangyang x reader | fluff | friends to lovers | 1.1k 

SUMMARY ⇾ when you come over to check-up on a sick yangyang, he confesses his feelings for you. WARNINGS ⇾ swearing; usage, mentions, and jokes of prescription drugs and medicine; mentions of drinking, dejun is irresponsible and gives too many meds to yangyang RATING ⇾ teen+ TAGLIST ⇾ @infnteen​​ REQ BY ⇾ anonymous (informally) PROMPT ⇾ friends to lovers + yangyang is sick and clingy

Gently opening the bedroom door open, you’re greeted by the sight of Yangyang bundled up under the covers beside his mountain of stuffed animals. He raises his head slightly from the pillow, blinking hazily with a goofy smile towards your direction.

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