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✩ haechan x reader | spy au | enemies to lovers | fluff | 1k

SUMMARY ⇾ in which your partner patches you up when you get caught during a mission. WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ swearing; mentions of violence, blood, and injury; (almost???) kissing  RATING ⇾ teen+ FOR ⇾ @shaechans 

AUTHOR’S NOTE ⇾ so uh i’m not a spy of any sort, so take everything with a grain of salt slkdmf​

You clench your jaw harshly, trying your best to fight a groan as Haechan ties a ripped piece of his dress shirt around your bleeding arm. Fighting a groan to not only stay quiet from the guards, but more so wanting to not seem weak in front of your rival turned partner. 

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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. 

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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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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