Símbolos & Enfeites.

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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EXCUSE ME WHATGDHEH 😳✋🏻

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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Mark, Jeno, Hyuck and Jaemin were called the F4 of SOPA. Like the power they hold

[1:27ρм]

genre(s): high school, fluff, competitive swimming, swimmer!winwin x gn!reader

warning(s): none :) (okay maybe if you’re scared of water?? but like it’s a pool...)

word count: 1k

The whistle delivers a sharp rip through the atmosphere in the natatorium.

The piercing tone alludes to the athletes standing in their separated lanes the prompt. They stretch, preparing their boost into the water. And the buzzer sounds.

Pushing off their individual stands, bodies fly forward, past the blocks that solidify as their start positions.

The once conviviality of the cheers in the arena fade and there’s an antsy wave of noise that crashes full force.

Who’s going to win?

The several men, each from a different school, dolphin kick for about 15 metres. Swiftly, they emerge and beginning their strokes in the aqua. The splashing in the lanes are markers of how far each person is.

As the race continues, there’s an evident gap forming. It separates the leader and the other competitors.

Tearing your eyes from the race, you glance down at the sheet with all your interview questions.

For the past two months or so, you’ve been able to get a daily glimpse into the swim team’s preparations. You’ve learned how much effort it took and how many sacrifices were made to be able to present proud today.

NCT United High School is certainly home to some of the best athletes in the entire region. Dare you say country.

Competitive swimming is no different.

Before you know it, the rowdy applause of the crowd erupts. It bursts your eardrums but your curious eyes trail to the competition.

The victor floats ebulliently in lane 7. His red cap enamours the exuberant assemblage of students and staff in the venue.

Roars of cheers and delirium congregate and boys from NCT United HS flock to the successor’s side. They drag him out of the water and celebrate by basically wringing their arms around him.

Mind you, he’s still dripping wet from his race just mere moments prior.

They could care less, and they start chanting. Something about being in the lover group.

Grazing past the rows of seats for viewing, you amble your way forward. Though, you make sure to take your time as to not burst into the team’s celebration.

Yuta cheerfully passes him a towel, never missing the chance to show his bromance affection with an “I love you” slipping past his lips.

Plodding closer, you nudge Yuta a little to the side. He sends you a punctual wink of his eye before the Japanese man struts off to the side with the rest of the group. A sly man Yuta is.

“Y/n, it’s a pleasure to see you here.”

Grinning, you incite your own greeting. “Congratulations, Winwin. You worked hard and it paid off.”

He shyly reaches his arm over, scratching the nape of his neck in his usual embarrassment. “Thank you. So, uh, are you here to interview me again?”

“Are you free?”

He hums in accord. “I have all the time in the world.”

You can’t help but smile as you diverge your irises once more to the paper in your hand. With a notebook in your other hand, you begin the interview.

“After all your effort, you just won the regionals. Besides the extensive aspects of the sport, what would you say to be your favourite parts of swimming?”

Blinking attentively, you watch him adjust his swimming cap, pulling it off with the least amount of energy. His dark hair is released from its cage and dribbles with droplets of water. His googles dangle cautiously around his neck. The warmth of a towel embraces him, over his shoulders, covering his slim torso.

“I like the silence that contrasts the cheers. When I put my head down, it’s silent. It feels like I’m in my own world. But then, when I take a breath, I can hear the bursts of spectators. I feel a balance of tranquillity as well as encouragement. It pushes me further—and I really like the thrill of it.”

His pupils shimmer with an immense adoration for his passion. It’s kind of cute in your humble opinion.

“I’ve never really thought of it that way,” you inquire, letting his words sink in deeper. “Is there something you dislike or find the most challenging in the sport?”

Your gummy, warm smile promotes him to respond. “Practices. I would rather watch some YouTube or lay in bed and sleep. It’s too much work. I know it is a bad way to think, but everything requires energy.”

A laugh crusades from your lips all because you’ve definitely experienced the application of his struggle.

“Then what would keep you motivated when you were feeling down? Especially since there’s no crowd when you’re practicing and you dislike practices.”

Winwin diverts his eyes, analyzing everyone except for you. Your hand is anxious and ready to move and jot down everything he is about to say.

“I did want to quit once,” he admits, bopping his head as he recalls the low he reached in the sport. “I didn’t want to continue driving myself forward for something that felt like a chore. Practices became dull and the routine became boring. There was nothing worth looking forward to, you know?”

“Absolutely. That’s a hard place to rebound from.”

“Yes, so I spent my time moping alone. Until,” he pauses, perhaps contemplating his following sentences.

“I met this person. They changed the game for me.”

“They were there at every practice, watching, learning, and documenting. I witnessed the love they had for their passion and the willingness they possessed to continue into the future.”

“They reminded me that improvement is wasting energy for the right things. Instead of being so caught up in what I didn’t want to do, that person showed me that I should focus the energy I would waste into advancement.”

The eyebrows on your face rise upwards. You did not expect that answer. It’s clear as day on your countenance that the answer was unanticipated. Yet, Winwin doesn’t seem to be too concerned.

“And may I ask who that may be?”

Your inquisitive gaze is met with a bashful grin. His eyes are urging you to give it a guess.

“Your coach?”

He shakes his head no.

“Your teammates?”

He shakes his head once more.

“Your girlfriend?”

Winwin frowns but still shakes his head, mumbling something along the lines of “I don’t even have one.”

“Then who?”

Winwin reluctantly tosses you a diffident, gentle smile.

“Who else? You.”

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nct dream; saying i love you

[Mark and Haechan completed with 127]

Renjun: It hits him all at once. A train arriving at a station you long thought was abandoned. A sudden accident on a deserted highway. Renjun was existing happily, quietly, before you came along. Before you brought with you this wave of emotion that threatened to disturb his calm universe. It’s too much, he thinks. It’s too cliche. To be young and in love. He hides it from you–in gentle teasing and subtext. Tucking away his I love you’s in the playful insults he bats towards you with a soft smile. Listen closely and you will hear the words you know are hiding behind the golden browns of his eyes. Lend an ear and you will find the teasing sounds a lot like “I love you” when you’re held tightly in his arms. 

Jeno: He builds a home for you inside of himself. Inside of his heart. And there you reside surrounded by the walls of his love, a blanket of stars overhead twinkling their affections down upon you. “Do you need anything?” He asks, “Do you want anything? Can I help you?” The half-moon crescents of his night brown eyes shine their love and hope upon you in those words. Do you need anything. Do you need anything at all, Jeno will provide. Just say the words. Speak them into his ears, into his soul. He will give you the sun and moon to see you smile. He will pluck the clouds from the sky, pull the stars from the heavens and wrap them up in the warmth of his love for your pleasure. Jeno will do all of this for you, simply because he loves you.

Jaemin: For some love is a gentle whisper on a cool breeze. For others it’s the taste of honey on your lips–sweet and sticky, dripping in the heat of summer. For Jaemin love is a tsunami. He is Poseidon on the seas, riding the torrential waves of the emotions inside of himself. They roil up like a flood in his soul and instead of cowering in fear, he lets it carry him towards you. You are washed in the flood of his love, a sickly sweet shower of affection and words that pour forth from him endlessly. Are you overwhelmed, my love? Does the force of his love and ardour frighten you as the thunder splits the sky? Hold tight to the rigging, the sea will not quell anytime soon. You could withstand the storm–learn to walk with sea legs–or, you could simply slip into the ocean and let him carry you forward on his tide. 

Chenle: Chenle knew it would happen–he knew the feeling was inevitable from the first time your hand grazed against his skin and he felt he could see time eternal in your eyes. He watches you in silence for a moment–soft smile playing over his lips as he contemplates this development. As he readjusts his worldview to take into consideration the weight of his love. And then he allows it. It is a part of him, a part of you, a part of the world you inhabit together and why should he hide it? Why should he not express in words the feeling in his heart. What is so scary about love? Nothing, he thinks, as he speaks those sweet words to you–a smile and a laugh riding the on the waves of his love. 

Jisung: Light on his feet, Jisung dances around the words. An intricately choreographed display of fear and anxiety whirling in your proximity. You watch as he leaps through fences to avoid his feelings, as he bounds across the floor to escape the warm grasp of his love. Yet still it remains, keeping time with him–wrapping its arms around his heart and spinning him ever forwards into the abyss. He worries, oh he worries. What would you say, how do you feel, how would you react? These worries gnaw at him until he makes one mistake–distracted by the proximity of you, by your hand in his. He misses the timing, one fatal misstep, and the whole dance falls apart at his feet. Slip into his arms, join the waltz with him, and watch as the confidence rebuilds and blooms in his soft eyes. He becomes more assured in his steps, and in his love. Wrapping you in it like the soft music you dance to. 

Snack Run with a Snack༄ j.jh

↳ On your usual movie night with the members, they assign you sudden snack collecting duty. You’re a little peeved, but at least Jaehyun offers to tag along. Unfortunately for you, things really aren’t going in your favour tonight.

pairing: idol!jaehyun x camera operator!reader (feat. johnny, jungwoo & doyoung)

genre: fluff, comedy, co-workers to lovers

warning(s): expletives

word count: 3526 words

☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: crush (souly had) ✧ mango love (shawn wasabi, satica) ✧ make you feel pretty (lovelytheband)

Request 39: Jaehyun x Staff!Reader during movie night where she’s an extrovert and is close to all of the members.

← BACK TO NAVI.

— 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝.

Your fortnightly movie nights are always something you anticipate eagerly, no matter how frequent or repetitive they may be. It’s always nice being able to take a breather from the grievous monotony of your daily schedule to just kick back and—essentially—do nothing. You know the rest of the members cherish these ephemeral moments too, because despite all odds, they’ll valiantly try to show up and join you, or at the very least make an appearance. Once, Ten had even barged in, still with his extensions intact.

    To be fair, you’re not any better. When you heard that Jaehyun was participating the other day, you had dropped all other priorities just to come over. Safe to say, your roommate was not pleased seeing the state of the abandoned living room.

    Your vision sweeps the perimeter of the room. Usually, it’s packed to full capacity, but there are only four others here besides you today.

    “The glasses.” Doyoung purses his lips, planting his stare on a startled Jungwoo. “Where are the glasses? I thought I told you to get them?”

    Jungwoo smacks a hand to his mouth, the sound of skin against skin so loud that you wince on his behalf. “It totally slipped my mind. Honest to God. I got sidetracked.” He clasps your—an innocent bystander’s—shoulder with such force that you physically jolt forward. Jungwoo flashes you his signature million dollar smile.“Hey, could you be a dear and help me out? I still haven’t decided what movie we should watch tonight.”

    “Yeah, sure.” You grimace, already turning on your heel, mumbling, “You didn’t have to hit me.”

    “Thanks!” he calls after you. “And sorry!”

    His voice cuts through the hurried chattering between Jaehyun and Johnny which comes into earshot as you step into the kitchen. Their mouths move at the speed of bullet trains and Jaehyun’s hands flutter around his pensive face frantically. Maybe it’s the rose-tinted lenses, but the sight endears you. The slightest of chuckles escapes your lips at his delirium.

    Their bodies seize, their zealous conversation slipping into a steady silence.

    “What’s wrong?” you smirk. “Were you guys talking about me?”

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Sunshine Prince

chenmiux asked: Hallooooo can I have a Jaehyun au of him being a cold prince and then u come along and ur drawings capture his heart (this is so cheesy I’m sorry)

I got super busy and had no time to write this so I’m so sorry for it taking forever. I… tried my best so I hope you like it.

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kɑ꯭omojis ; ♡

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