Yangyang // Resonance Mv Behind The Scenes

Be My Girl?

» pairing: lee donghyuck x reader

» genre: sfw, fluff, slow burn(?)

» word count: 911

» warnings: talk of fwb relationship, reader being obivious to hyuck’s feelings, feelings

You had a strange relationship with Donghyuck, there wasn’t a clear indication that you were both exclusive to each other. It was never discussed, in all honesty. If you were to explain it to someone, they would automatically say you have a friends with benefits type of relationship but that crossed the line in more ways than one. You knew that lingering after meant some type of attachment to one another, but it was never spoken of. 

Many questions built up as months passed between the two of you, there have been many incidents that strangers would confuse you as a couple. It never phased Donghyuck whenever strangers came up and said that, he felt this pride deep within his chest and played it off, while it left you a flustered mess next to him. 

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oh, so oblivious!

In which you and Yangyang are ever so oblivious about your feelings towards each other, but worry not, the Liu family comes to your rescue!

♦ Characters: best friend’s little brother!Yangyang x reader/you

♦ Genre: fluff, comedy, uni au

♦ Words: 3.9k

♦ A/N: Dedicated to the loveliest best friend one could ask for, the one who’s in denial about the younger biases until she can’t take it aka @lily-blue​! Hope you have the best birthday ever! Stay healthy, happy and wishing you lots of joy, luck, happiness, many more biases and kdramas that we can watch together! Love you to the Moon and back! 💖

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🗝 Stray Kids as The Hashiras; Demon Slayer crossover ⚔️

cool blue - yuta

pairing - nakamoto yuta x female!reader genre - fluff; swimmer!yuta, high school!au, enemies to lovers!au warning - explicit language, alcohol abuse words - 7.156

summary - Nakamoto Yuta is the greatest enigma of your life and you can’t begin to explain how tired you are of it.

Or; in which Yuta is the pride and joy of the swim team and you really don’t like him one bit.

note - it’s not my fault, blame these pictures they attacked me behind a 7/11, threatened me with a knife, took my milk money, and all I said was thank you.

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Requested: Mark x reader

Drabble: “I have, sort of, feelings for you.”

Genre: bestie crushin on a bestie😋💕

Another dreaded “holiday” had arrived where you, once again, get questioned or feel weird about not having a boyfriend. Super annoying and a little sad but you weren’t going to let it get to you. It was a nice sunny day which automatically gave you a positive vibe to start your day. The smile began to spread on your face as you moved about your home, watering you flowers and plants and making your tea/coffee. Soon a knock on door caught your attention, making you move to open the door. There you found a letter with a dried flower attached to it. Well this was unexpected and...weird? You carefully picked up the item, examining it before deeming it safe. There a familiar handwriting met your eyes again making you smile bright.

‘Hello my beautiful flower. I hope this isn’t too weird but to make this day special for you, a secret admirer is waiting. Please meet me in the field as soon as you get this.’

“You crazy, sweet boy.” You whispered to yourself before quickly freshening up and meeting your ‘admirer’. There the scene took your breath away. The golden sun shared its rays and warmed your skin, a gentle breeze blew through the air and between the flowers...and a handsome boy who you were all too familiar with stood in the middle of the field; flowers in hand and his nervous walk.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Mark quickly jerked his head towards the sound of your voice making his heart beat speed up even more. You looked like a princess in the flowers as you walked towards him, his goofy smile smile started to spread upon his face. Gosh you were so beautiful, what was he going to do with himself if you actually accept his feelings he was about to spill soon.

“I could say the same for you...I uh, gathered? Is that the word? Anyways I made you another bouquet for you so I hope you like em.” You couldn’t help but giggle at his cute antics. You thanked him by leaving a peck on his cheek, still staying close to him as you could feel the warmth and love radiate off of him.

“So you’re my admirer huh?”

“Uh yeah...I uh- I have, sort of, feelings for you. If you couldn’t tell.” You both laughed now as in a weird way your feelings for each other were being uncovered. Soon you felt his hand slide into your hand, gently tugging you closer to him.

“I hope you’re not disappointed...”

“Mark Lee you could never disappoint me. And i was hoping this day would come soon.” Mark’s heart melted from your response and he finally pulled you into his arms to hold you in the middle of the field. He felt you snuggle your face into his neck, no way was it weird or uncomfortable because the love that radiated between you two was always there. He was sunshine on a rainy day, the hint of water for your flower, just pure love. It was a blooming Valentine’s Day with your admirer.

a/n: requested by a moonie! Thank you for sending this in and I hope you like it! It was a warm sunny day today so I got great inspo☺️

Send me your Valentine prompts for your favorite Nct boy💕

ill-fated.

word count: 4,009

genre: fluff, angst, badboy!hyuck

member(s): donghyuck, mentions of jeno, renjun, jaemin, & chenle

warning(s): none, but probably the usual bad language and typos

author’s note: i half love this but im not sure what i feel for the other half,,,, either way i hope you enjoy it

Inhaling, you closed your eyes and placed a hand to your chest, tapping your fingers gently against your body as you told yourself, “It’s alright. It’ll be fine. It will be over before you can even think about it.”

Pursing your lips and breathing out harshly, you shrugged your shoulders to release the tension in your body, reaching a hand out and wrapping your fingers around the brass knob. You could already hear the muffled voices of the others, who were expecting your arrival on the other side of the door. Mustering the courage that you very much needed, you turn the knob and push the door forward, the pungent smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol welcoming you.

“You’re here!” A semi-drunk Jeno greets. He stumbles forward, almost colliding into you. You turn your body sideways, allowing him to brush past you as he leaves the room, shouting, “Wee break!” Jaemin lazily responds with a groan, a smile plastered to his face as he stirs, readjusting his position on the couch. He spreads his arms across the backrest, throwing his head back to rest it against the wall.

Your eyes go past him, going over the endless amount of beer bottles sprawled across the table. Shot glasses were toppled over, chips were scattered across the floor, lighted cigarettes decorated the leather couch, the half-sober bunch spread across the room. Your eyes travel past Renjun’s lifeless figure, finally landing on the one person whom you dreaded to meet – Lee Donghyuck. Unlike the rest who already seemed to have lost it, Donghyuck was seated comfortably on the couch, a leg crossed over the other, a shot glass in hand. He swivels the yellow liquid, eyes dark and unfocused.

Your eyes linger on his face for a moment; purple bruises on his cheek and at the side of his lips, coupled with cuts that sat on his forehead, the bridge of his nose, and his jaw. You blinked a few times, feeling your heart swell ever so slightly at the sight. Your eyes continued to trail down his body, his hands and knees the only other areas of visible skin. He donned his favourite black leather jacket, a loose white shirt underneath, and a pair of black jeans that were ripped at the knees, a chain hung across his hip. You noticed the red, swollen cuts on his knuckles, your chest tightening further.

Thoughts begin to cloud your mind, your eyes landing on the carpeted floor. Two seconds later, your eyes snap back up to meet Donghyuck’s in reaction to his voice. “You’re here,” he says.

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𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖙𝖆𝖊𝖎𝖑 - 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

Hi, my name is Nikki! I once had a lot of stories uploaded but because of life I deleted them. Now you can find any new stories/one shots listed here. I am sorry I don’t wrtie happy endings and most of my writings have trigger warning. Hope you enjoy yourself. Feedback is highly appreciated,

ᴇɴᴛʀɪᴇꜱ: ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ᴇxᴄᴇʀᴘᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ.

✶ 17.02

ʙʟᴜʀʙꜱ: ᴍᴏꜱᴛʟʏ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀꜱᴋꜱ.

✶ action | ᴊᴀᴇᴍɪɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

✶ paubaya | ᴊᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ

ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ: ʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴀɴ 5ᴋ.

✶ words of medusa  | ᴍᴀʀᴋ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ɴᴏ ᴛᴡ 

ʟᴏɴɢ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ:

✶ paris and oenone  | ᴊᴜɴɢᴡᴏᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ. ꜱʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ. ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ.

✶ eros and psyche | ᴍᴀʀᴋ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ. ꜱʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ. ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ.

jaemin | favorite male group award ☆ mama 2020

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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