Shampoo; Hendery

request: smth along the lines of the neos admiring mark’s baby (i’m still so sorry about deleting it hdhdhdhhd)

[1:59 pm]

“Look who finally decided to show up. If it isn’t Mark Lee after— omo is that my favorite niece?!”

Yuta’s eyes lit up upon seeing the toddler in dad!mark’s arms. He rushed forward quickly to pluck her out of her father’s arms, drawing a giggle from her as he spun her around. The other members shuffled closer in excitement, each greeting the girl in their own way. They complimented her perfectly parted pigtails and adorable checkered dress, which must’ve been her mother’s doing. Her contagious smile never faltered.

“Wait give her to me for a moment,” requested Mark, opening his arms for her.

Haechan frowned. “Baby hog,” he muttered under his breath, but handed her over nonetheless.

Mark grinned and held her close. “Watch this.”

With that, he set his 11 month old daughter on the ground and she watched him with curious, unbothered eyes, her fingers in her mouth nonchalantly. As he let go of her, she swayed slightly, barely accustomed to standing on her own. The other members surged forward, ready to catch the unstable girl but Mark waved them away.

“Trust me. Just watch.”

He crouched down to match her height and cooed at her. “Okay, come to me now kiddo. You can do it!” he coaxed.

Beside him, Doyoung scrunched his nose in distaste. “Kiddo? Since when did you become my uncle?”

Johnny nudged him harshly. “Shut up. Look at her!” he pointed at the girl who was hesitantly lifting a foot.

Her unsure gaze turned to Mark who had a reassuring smile. “That’s it baby. Look at you go!”

Encourage by this, she picked up the pace and took another step. However, the infant miscalculated the landing and took a step too wide, resulting her to topple over. Mark was quick to react and had her back in his arms before you could say ‘boo.’

“She walks now?” Taeil asked quietly, a hint of pride in his voice.

“We’re working on it, but she’s doing good so far. Right cutie?” murmured Mark, beaming and softly kissing her cheek.

Yuta snatched her from her father for the second time that day and held her up proudly. “You’re so old now! What are we going to do with you?”

NCIT OH GOD

《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.”

((( #NCT. MESSYLAYOUTS (｀_´)ゞ :: like or re🅱️log if you save, satan says thanks. ⛓️

Right Person, Wrong Time | Huang Renjun

Pairing: Huang Renjun x Reader

Summary: Your high school sweetheart is back in town for one night only. He wants to get back together, but your heart is already taken…

Genre: Angst

Word count: 1.4k

Gif: @shuuvee​

“Look, you better get off your arse and start serving some customers or I’m out, girl,” Irene laughs.

She pulls a puffer jacket over her ‘Bo’s Burger’s’ T-shirt. She’s your only friend – but not for long it seems. The icy December breeze rattles around the battered burger van.

“Alright, Irene, jeez…”

Just then, you peer out of the van’s window and freeze. Your hand smacks silently against your mouth. “Renjun,” you whisper.

“Who’s Renjun?” Irene says, raising one perfect brow at you.

“Come on, Rene! Drop dead gorgeous Renjun – my first and only love Renjun – stupid, perfect, left me to go back to bloody China Renjun!”

Just then, Renjun turns his head. “What am I supposed to do?” you whisper, shaking Irene’s wrists in desperation.  

“Honestly, girl! Act natural for once.”

You don’t even have time to curse Irene for her useless advice. Renjun is already gazing expectantly up at you.

Your breath sticks in your throat.

This isn’t the schoolboy you loved. This is a young man, icy rose hair slicked back in the latest style. An athletic body hides under his snow-dusted Burberry coat.

“W-welcome to Bo’s burgers. May I take your order?” You choke out. Behind you, you hear Irene whisper, “I didn’t mean pretend not to know him natural!”

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time is going by too quickly. never stop talking about jonghyun. never stop sharing his words of wisdom, his poetry, his music. don’t let people forget his voice or his face or his name. don’t let anyone forget him or put him in the past. keep on loving him.

dude oh my fucking god

WHAT HAPPENEDDD

please feed us some doyoung fluff, we starving 😭

words: 975

fluff, dy

"Do you and uncle Doyoung also kiss?"

Sat down on said man's childhood house floor, you felt your eyes widen and cheeks heat up at the little boy's words. Doyoung, in the same position as you at your right, let out a surprised and nagging huff.

"Hey, that's not something you can just ask," he ruffled the child's hair.

Doyoung's nephew shrugged his small shoulders with a pout and continued assembling the colourful Legos you gifted him for his birthday.

"Mom and dad kiss often because they love each other."

You chuckled and eyed Doyoung's sunlit face with the corner of your eyes. He was amused but dumbfounded at the same time as his lips were open trying to say something back but not knowing which words to choose from.

His nephew interrupted him.

"Do you love uncle Doyoung?" the boy raised his big eyes to look at you again, taking you both by surprise a second time. You tightened your lips together, Doyoung's gaze burning your face, and looked at your hands in the lap as they started to smooth imaginary wrinkles on your summer dress.

"I do love him. But we haven't kissed yet," you replied honestly with a tiny voice and the boy looked satisfied but when he looked at Doyoung he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Uncle Doyoung. I think you should kiss Y/N," he shared with a cute but serious voice. You laughed, covering your mouth with one hand and Doyoung blinked while scratching the back of his head.

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You ignored the quick glances Doyoung kept throwing at you afterwards as you played with his brother's baby boy.

"Please come, he'll love you," Doyoung said a few days prior to that, inviting you to the little party.

You shifted your weight side to side, one hand tugging at your backpack.

"I'm not sure. That sounds like a very intimate reunion. I'm just…," but Doyoung talked on top of you.

"A dear friend. I would have died in this college room if it wasn't for you forcing me to eat three meals a day," he smiled warmly. "Besides, you've already met my brother and his family once. They also insisted on you to come."

The summer break was the second most sad period of the year after Christmas. Unable to go home for the holidays, you would roll on your bed for days until it was time to start the uni classes again. Doyoung was delicate enough to not bring up your loneliness or family problems. But he was also kind enough to ask you to spend time with his family instead, masking his consideration for "we can have free drinks" so that you can laugh and say that "Doyoung, it's a toddler's birthday".

Now, listening to his family hyper chatter all around the barbecue, the smell of the food caressed your nostrils, coming through the big open windows of the living room, you were glad that you accepted to come.

"Y/N! It's read-," Doyoung budged inside the house but you were quick to shush him.

He stopped in place for a moment and took in the view of his nephew asleep in your arms. You smiled at him and you both looked at the boy's peaceful expression for a little while.

"Here, I'll put him to sleep," Doyoung then whispered and knelt in front of you extending his hands, wrapping the child's body with his arms and pulling him softly to his chest.

You looked at the man's smiling face as he turned around then at his back and had to inhale and exhale slowly, calming the butterflies in your stomach, just like you've been doing for the past few months. When you couldn't see him anymore you looked at your hands and smiled seeing the hard work you and Doyoung's nephew put into drawing with multi-coloured markers.

"I'm sorry you had to take care of him all afternoon."

You jolted a little at the sound of his voice and jerked your face towards the bathroom entrance where Doyoung stood, one shoulder resting on the door, arms crossed on his chest and a peaceful expression. You smiled back and turned the water off before grabbing a towel and drying your wet hands.

"It's fine. I enjoyed myself," you assured him.

"He likes you a lot," and something in Doyoung's tone made you stop your motions and look at his face again. His eyes were dark and his cheeks slightly pink from being outside. You couldn't stare too much though and you soon found yourself shifting glances all around the room.

"I like him a lot too. He's a very sweet boy."

Then the silence engulfed you both.

"Come here," Doyoung ordered softly.

You felt your mouth dry but walked the few steps separating you from him, unsure of what he wanted. The man slid one hand around your waist and put the other on your jaw, slowly cupping your cheek making your breath hitch. He stared at you from underneath his fringe as if asking permission and you closed your eyes with trembling lids, fingers grabbing the shirt on his shoulders as he placed his lips on yours.

He smelled like clean cotton under sun rays and you smiled into the kiss, realizing that you've unconsciously attributed that scent to home and safety.

"Was that the truth?", Doyoung's breath tickled your lips when he pulled away.

It was obvious what he referred to. You rubbed your cheek onto his palm and he held you even closer.

"Of course. Do you lie to children?"

"Of course, I lie to children," he chuckled when you lightly hit his chest.

"Now I can be honest with him as well," Doyoung added with a more serious tone and you tilted your head to the side as if questioning him what that meant.

"Now I can tell him that I do kiss you too because I love you."

2:37 pm — chenle has everything. he has an expensive car, a magnificent mansion he treats as a home, dozens of butlers who answer his every beck and call – he has a more than lavish lifestyle. he attends one of the most prestigious institutions in the country and has a long list of impressive extra curriculars and scholarships.

however, every time he tries to snatch the attention of the quiet student who enjoys to linger in the library after school, and is met with a blank stare along with a polite refusal – why does his heart feel so empty?