#(fell to my knees imagining doyoung and taeil)

[starsstuddedsky]

I saw a clip of dream singing open arms by journey and I actually think it’s criminal that sm didn’t drop a full video. all of their rookies should actually sing open arms. that should be the initiation ritual

[kpopcotton]

Simply Soft ~ NCT 127 ver.

a/n ~ here is the final version of simply soft.. i hope you like it!!

• Prompt: johnny. just johnny. • Genre: platonic fluff, bullet point scenario, nct member!reader  • Warning(s): strong desire to be a part of nct • Reader Gender: gender-neutral

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Taeil

ok google, what does soft mean?

never have you seen taeil so whipped for someone

always supporting you and looking at you with the biggest heart eyes

haechan pretends to get jealous and petty whenever taeil shows you more attention than him

you have competitions sometimes

but besides that,

you show taeil so much love and he has so much to give in return

he’s not the best at expressing his love, but you know he cares through the little things

like when he cleans up after you 

or gives you firm hugs that last tens of minutes at a time when you aren’t feeling the best

or lets you rest in his bed if you fall asleep during the haechan movie nights you crash

he finds you so precious and never wants to see you sad

his favorite time to hang out with you is right after the two of you get home from a busy day

doesn’t matter what you both did, he’ll make sure to find you at the dorms

most of the time he just gives you the look which means he’s picked out some snacks and is ready when you are

to him, there is nothing better than taking a shower and then inviting you to put on face masks and dance to music

lets you pick the playlist

but, he’s very picky about what kind of music it is

either gives you one of his hoodies or steals one of yours

you both get comfy clothes on

and then apply skincare before picking a face mask and putting them on each other

lots of cute selfies that will never be shared but always treasured

in conclusion, taeil loves relaxing with you

“oh! oh, this is the song! quick, come dance!”

==≎==

Johnny

are you ready for another...

johnny’s communication center?

probably not

you’ve only gotten to appear in one of johnny’s youtube videos which was like a 40-second debut

rip y/n

however, contrary to popular belief, you do spend time with him

he’s like the best big brother in the world, even if he’s younger than you

brings you to clothing stores, coffee shops, bookstores, ikea

any place you can buy things really

his favorite places to go with you are clothing stores

forces you to try on clothes that are in his style just to see how they look on you

whines when you try to get him to wear your style of clothing

says your fashion sense is terrible and sad

but wears the clothes anyway to see your reaction

loves seeing you smile

sometimes you go through johnny’s fashion evaluation

either horrendous combinations or luxury styles

there is no in-between

in the case of horrendous combinations (which happened at a thrift store in chicago):

he had you put on a sparkly rainbow bikini top that left little to the imagination, khakis, a lumberjack flannel around your neck, a bandana around your head, sunglasses that had to be at the tip of your nose, and thigh-high, high heeled boots

you had never felt more out of place and uncomfortable in your life

but johnny loved it every second of it

you made sure to get him back though

you gave him a neon blue lacy bralette, a puke green and brown sweater that you forced him to tie into a crop top, jean shorts that were too short with leggings underneath, knee-high socks with laces pulled over the leggings, and strappy sandals

he pretended to model the outfit for you confidently but his bright red neck and cheeks gave it away that he was embarrassed

in the case of luxury items (which was in some uptown, expensive store in japan):

johnny somehow managed to pick out an outfit that accentuated all of your best features with a color that made you feel confident and sexy

you felt you had never looked better

you returned the favor of course and gave him a suit that was definitely a perfect fit and it was obviously red because when does johnny not look good in red

“damn, y/n, look at us! we are the visuals of nct no doubt!”

==≎==

Taeyong

duality.

never have you seen a more confusing duo in kpop history

aeygo to the maxxxx

charisma to that maxxxx

it’s like a metronome how fast you two change when you’re together

the power.

neither soft stans nor hard stans can handle it

the twitter timeline is a dangerous place

fans could be cooing at you both and having heart pains while commenting about how babie you two are

but then die because the next picture is you in all black with a harness doing a questionably 18+ pose with taeyong who’s probably got his signature crop top on

n e ways, let us move on

taeyong adores you so much and it honestly makes him so flustered when you spend time with him

he loves, loves, loves when you take him out

he doesn’t leave the dorm much unless it’s for work

invite him to join you anywhere and he’ll instantly agree with so much enthusiasm, it’ll make you want to give him the world (though he deserves it)

he enjoys the little things

like walking down the street and bumping shoulders every so often while you guys talk about your days

or holding hands while crossing the street to make sure the other is safe

if you go somewhere to eat and offer a bite to him, he’ll melt

do anything for him and he’ll melt, really

one time you held the door for him and he had heart eyes the rest of the night

another time, you complimented his taste in fashion while you took a few pictures of him for instagram and he couldn’t stop smiling

how can he be so precious?

always tries to impress you with a surprise while you are out

he might spoil his new solo track or pay for a meal if you stop anywhere to eat, but that’s when he’s feeling extra

one time he surprised you with a tight hug and a genuine thank you that actually made you cry

“baby, please... spend some time.. with me?”

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Yuta

you and yuta are like two peas in a pod

like peanut butter and jelly

like strawberries and chocolate

like french fries and burgers

like fish and chips

sorry, i’ll stop with food pairs im kinda hungry right now

anyways, you get it

yuta feels lost when you aren’t around. you are his best friend, his other half (winwin who?)

yuta without you just feels... wrong

nct’s instragram is full of the pictures you guys take when you go on adventures together, which is very often

it’s his favorite thing to do with you; traveling and exploring

you pull up a map on your phone and go buck wild

you’ve both found some pretty cool places and some amazing views

you found a hidden cove somewhere off the coast in california but you guys got in trouble later that day because no one could find you

turns out you guys had wandered a lot farther than you thought

the pictures you showed the group made up for it

they were gorgeous candids of the both of you, laughing and smiling together

one was a timed one where you were both jumping

all of these photos and videos were posted to instagram which made a lot of people happy just to see yuta and you so happy in your elements

sometimes, you guys force mark to join you which takes some convincing because you two are always trouble 

mark wouldn’t admit it in a million years, but those moments he shares with the two of you are where he has the most fun

he never knew two people could love each other platonically as much as the two of you do

however, he wants to barf whenever you guys call each other sappy pet names because, ew, third wheeling

“where should we go today, honey?”

==≎==

Doyoung

my birthday twin, let’s get it

how do i even begin to explain how much this boy cares?

you are the third member on his “favorite member” list

now, don’t get petty when he says you’re third

the story of how you got demoted from first is a bit funny in hindsight, jeno (who’s in first) takes the liberty of making fun of you for it whenever you hang out

jungwoo (who owns second) always tries to stand up for you though

you were messing around with taeyong on top of a set-piece while shooting a music video

doyoung had scolded you and told you to stop or else you would get hurt

you decided to laugh off his warning because you “weren’t that clumsy” 

turns out you were

taeyong did something cool (when does he not?) and you wanted to try it, so after he told you how to do it a few times, you did

you fell

not very far, only a couple feet, but you landed on your back

the sound was so loud that it startled everyone

doyoung had a heart attack

he thought you died

you had the wind knocked out of you and your back was a little sore, but other than that you were fine

at least ten people swarmed you

including taeyong who was apologizing like crazy

doyoung was right there, lifting you up and already giving you an earful about how he told you to be cautious

once people were sure you were fine and didn’t have a concussion, they left you alone

doyoung doesn’t like much physical affection, but he’ll put that aside to smother you against his chest and harshly reprimand you

he’s a mom friend and will always be

will never tell you, but he prizes the moments when you get sick or hurt

sounds sadistic, and maybe it is, but he loves when you are a helpless baby and he has to take care of you

always scolding you for compromising your health, but doesn’t stop pampering you

tells the other members off when they try to help him

makes you soup when you are sick and gets you anything you ask for without complaint

if you get hurt, he’s right there with some form of first aid

and since i know you’re wondering: yes, he will cuddle you if you ask.

“come to me when you need help, you dumb baby.”

==≎==

Jaehyun

jung jaehyun is the definition of boyfriend material

when you two get together, the aesthetic blogs pale in comparison

everything the two of you do together is an aesthetic, really

golden hour selfies on rooftops where your skin glows and your eyes look the most beautiful

candids on the streets of the city where you're illuminated by the street signs

coffee shop pictures where you look so perfectly in your element sipping coffee and looking out the window

snapshots of “date nights” where you stay in to watch movies or kdramas with popcorn, candy, and a bottle of wine

couple’s outfits where you pose like models while someone takes your photo

you guys do it all

honestly, the biggest ship in all of nct is you and jaehyun

fanfiction writers are jealous no doubt because how the hell can the two of you live out their writings so flawlessly

some people use the pictures the two of you take as templates for their mood boards or “nct as boyfriends” projects

you both probably started a vlog series on the nct youtube account

however, the time you guys spend together is strictly platonic, no matter how badly people want you two to “just date”

neither of you tries anything romantic because blegh, disgusting, i’ve known this person for so long they are literally my best friend, my sibling, a family member i’ve never had but always wanted

sure, jaehyun’s ears turn red whenever you guys dress up in similar outfits but it’s because of people’s reactions

if you see a picture with jaehyun shy next to you, it’s probably because johnny is screaming behind the scenes about how good the two of you look

speaking of johnny, he’s the hype man

also, sort of, maybe, kinda the reason you guys do so much aesthetic stuff

he says you guys are too good looking not to “bless the world with your visuals”

to sum this up, jaehyun treasures you and does the most with you

“what are you wearing today? we should match since it’s our friend-iversary!”

==≎==

WinWin

see wayv ver.

==≎==

Jungwoo

i love him with all my heart and i really miss him right now

it’s real soft hours up in here

not a single moment where you aren’t giving each other all the love you can muster

big comfy sweaters with sweater paws

love confessions every hour

always telling you he loves you and that you are his

treats you like royalty while also babying you into next week

he’s honestly the sweetest person on the planet and he can’t handle himself around you because dang, you really be out here existing and stuff

looking that good

since he’s so affectionate, i see him cuddling you like there’s no tomorrow

will build a pillow fort for you

honestly, he will do anything for you as long as you say please

not afraid to kiss you either. don’t matter where or when, he’s ready

some would say it’s his favorite thing to do

your cheek looking extra squishy that day? his lips have claimed that territory

your forehead exposed? kiss.

your neck easily accessible? smooch.

your hand in his? peck.

your lips in a pout? he better hold himself back because he’s about ready to risk it all just to give you a kith

the other members try not to seem too surprised every time you accept his lips on your skin

they freak out whenever it happens to them, or get super flustered

they don’t know how you handle his affection so well

you say it’s a talent when they ask you

a.k.a. you treasure all the affection he gives you because he is literally the best boy and you would die for him

he worships you on the daily (lucky)

he says his heart beats irregularly whenever you are around because he loves you that much

it was actually scientifically proven during a tv show when you had to make other members’ heart rates fluctuate with aegyo

you hadn’t started doing anything yet, but just by looking at you his heart did a boom boom and everyone freaked out

holds the title of the member with the best hair second-biggest ship in all of nct and of course, it’s with you

fans have so many videos of jungwoo hanging off of you and being clingy

always talking about you like you put the stars in the sky

you know that video when jungwoo was giving mark “the look”? it’s like that with you but at least ten times worse and all the time because you are his baby, his world, his favorite member

always has to comment about what you two did that day

never ever forgets to talk about how much he cares about you

“yeah, y/n and i are close. i love them with all my heart. they are perfect!”

==≎==

Mark

see dreamies ver

==≎==

Haechan

see dreamies ver

[silverlightqueen]

The Other Half - Teaser

badboy!Jimin x richgirl!reader ft. bts, nct 127, twice, red velvet, got7, blackpink and exo

Word Count: 2.4k+

Summary - In Winchester, y/n has it all. Gorgeous and glamorous. A friendship group just as gorgeous and glamorous. Fantastic grades. A handsome boyfriend with a family just as successful as hers. A doting dad and a brother just as beautiful as she is. An amazing school, and an even more amazing house. As many cars and clothes and bags and shoes, and as much makeup and money she could ever ask for. But when Winchester Academy puts on an exchange programme with Burnley Tech School, a high school in an underprivileged area, two completely different worlds collide, and y/n has her hands full, practically overflowing, dealing with her exchange partner, bad boy Jimin with a whole lot of baggage...

Warnings - nothing yet except some offensive rich kid talk, a hint of classism and some mild bad language

a/n: I literally got this idea less than 24 hours ago and have already produced a two and a half thousand word long teaser for it so as you can probably tell, I am very excited about this ! lmk what you think so far and hmu if you wanna be on the taglist x

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‘And then I told them to deliver it to my house and you know they said? They said they don’t do home deliveries,’ Nayeon wraps up her story, the rest of us girls gasping in shock. ‘You’re kidding?’ Mina asks, one hand flipping her hair over her shoulder, the other clasping Jaehyun’s hand. ‘Nope. I was like, bitch, do you not know who I am?’ Nayeon says, a laugh running around the group at that. ‘So what did you do, babe?’ Johnny asks her, arm around her shoulders, and she grins. ‘I asked to speak to her manager, and she went and got him. As soon as he saw me, his face fell, and he asked what he could do for me. I told him that his employee had told me they don’t do home deliveries and before I could even finish talking, he said that they could make an exception for me, of course,’ she says, a satisfied smile on her face as she inspects her fingernails, pristine no doubt, due to the award-winning nail tech we all share. ‘And did they?’ Tzuyu asks. ‘The clothes were in my room before I got home,’ she replies, all of us laughing. 

We’re sat out in the courtyard in our usual spot; a few benches in a huddle, half in the sun and half in the shade, close enough to the sports pitches and courts for us to keep an eye on the boys during the warmer months. It’s only April now, and sports start up again in May, when the air gets warmer, the days get longer, and our skin gets darker. Only half of our group are sat here at the moment, Nayeon, Johnny, Mina and Jaehyun taking up one bench, Momo and Sana on another, Tzuyu and Mark sprawled across another, and myself and Taeyong in another, my legs stretched across it and Taeyong sat between them, head resting on my chest. We’re all dressed in the tragically unfashionable uniform, the girls in black cardigans, blue blouses, green and blue checked skirts with yellow and red on them and knee high black socks (though we ditch the cardigans at any possible opportunity, our blouses tight and skirts rolled up so we don’t look like conservative catholic school girls from the Victorian era or whatever), the boys in tailored black trousers, light blue shirts and black ties, blazers the same print as our skirts slung over their shoulders. Other students pass us by with eager ears, trying to hear any hot gossip, and eager eyes, desperate to make eye contact and earn a smile from one of us.

I spot the others ambling over towards us, and wave as they near us. Chaeyoung practically bounds up to Mark, inelegantly landing on him and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Tzuyu makes space for Sicheng as Jeongyeon, Doyoung, Jihyo and Taeil take up another bench. Yuta joins Sana and Jungwoo joins Momo, Dahyun and Donghyuck taking up the last bench, and we are all as we should be. With our friends, in our couples, picture perfect as we’ve always been and always will be. ‘Oh, have you heard the news?’ Jihyo says, her fingers toying with Taeil’s tie as she speaks. ‘What news, Ji?’ Taeyong asks, his back vibrating against my chest with his words. ‘I don’t know how true this is, but I overheard Jennie speaking to Jackson and, apparently, we’ve got exchange students coming,’ she says, conversation erupting as soon as she utters the words. ‘No way! I don’t want anyone in my house!’ ‘Foreign bitches? Cool.’ ‘You’re fucking kidding, Ji.’ ‘Ooh, I hope they’re French!’

‘Why?’ Mark asks Chaeyoung, raising an eyebrow. ‘She’s got a kink for French boys,’ Dahyun whispers loudly, all of bursting into laughter. ‘No!’ Chaeyoung exclaims, a blush tainting her cheeks, ‘I just want to practice my French.’ ‘Oh, yeah, she’s fluent, Mark,’ Johnny teases, coaxing more laughter from the rest of us. ‘You can practice your French on me if you want, Chae,’ Taeyong teases with a wink, and I slap his forehead playfully. The jokes go over the two’s heads, both of them looking confused, and I take pity on them. ‘Being fluent in French is way of saying that someone’s… good at… you know?’ I explain, the realisation dawning on their faces, swiftly followed by annoyance. ‘You embarrassed to say it, babe?’ Taeyong says quietly, so only I can hear, as Mark and Chae begin to rant. ‘You weren’t embarrassed to do it,’ he teases. ‘Shut it, Tae, not funny. My brother’s right there,’ I reply, motioning to Jaehyun as Taeyong chuckles to himself.

‘Well, I hate to break it to you, Chae, but, no. They’re not French. They’re actually not foreign at all,’ Jihyo says, and we all frown. ‘What’s the point then?’ Sana asks. ‘Well, they’re so different to us, they’re practically aliens,’ Jihyo grins, loving keeping us all on edge like this. ‘Spill it, Ji, what are they?’ Yuta demands, getting impatient, as we all are. ‘They’re… poor,’ she says, everyone silent for a few seconds. ‘You’ve gotta be kidding,’ Momo says, and Jihyo shakes her head. ‘Oh, my God, I cannot have a poor person in my house!’ Jeongyeon exclaims as Nayeon starts to hyperventilate, Johnny getting the Chanel Grand Extrait perfume from her Hermes clutch and spraying it over her to help calm her down. ‘Jihyo, please tell me you’re joking. I don’t need this stress right now. I’ve got a shoot tomorrow and I can feel myself getting stress hives,’ Tzuyu says in a shrill voice, Donghyuck trying to do a breathing exercise with her. ‘I’m telling my father about this. He won’t allow it, not for a second,’ Jungwoo says, getting his phone out from his blazer.

‘Guys, relax. It’s not the end of the world,’ I say, all of them except Mina and my brother looking at me like I’m insane. ‘y/n, it might not be the end of the world, but how can we relax? What if they rob us, or give us fleas? Or Ebola?’ Taeyong asks, and I have to hold back a scoff. ‘Don’t be ridiculous. First of all, it might not even be true so there’s no point getting all worked up yet. Even if it is true, you can probably opt out if you want. If we did each have a poor person in our houses, imagine how good it’d look on our University applications. We’d look amazing for being so hospitable and charitable, and I bet we’ll even win awards in August at the banquet for it. They won’t rob us, and they won’t have any diseases or fleas. They wouldn’t be allowed to come if they did,’ my brother says, always managing to put a positive spin on things. Not that I thought it was negative anyway. Almost as though Jaehyun’s just said some sort of magic incantation, the others instantly agree with him, now excited to ‘have a poor person’. I zone out, used to tuning out when their rich kid talk gets unbearably stuck up, and it’s only when the bell rings to signal the end of our lunch hour does my mind re-join them.

We all rise up from our seats, heading towards the door into the school, and Taeyong puts an arm around me, his hand resting dangerously close to my ass. I can smell the Tom Ford cologne I bought him for his birthday, and I inhale the subtle scent deeply. ‘What lesson do we have now?’ I ask, and he laughs. ‘We’ve got tutor, babe, it’s Wednesday. Switch your head on,’ he teases, tapping my temple. ‘I forgot. I was thinking about this exchange student thing,’ I reply, and he looks at me thoughtfully. ‘You excited?’ he asks, and I shrug. ‘I guess. It’ll be fun. I hope I can take her shopping and get her some stuff. Maybe she’ll become a really good friend of mine,’ I say. ‘What if it’s a boy though?’ he asks, and I think. ‘Then I’ll take him shopping and get him some stuff. And become really good friends with him,’ I say, wondering what his point is. ‘What if he’s cute? What if he’s your type?’ he asks as we walk through the door into the busy corridor, heading towards our tutor room, our friends making a racket behind us. ‘Then he’s cute and my type,’ I reply. ‘So you wouldn’t do anything?’ he asks, and I sigh. ‘What are you trying to say, Tae?’ I ask, and he takes his arm from around me, holding his hand out to me. I clasp it, wrapping my arm around his so his arm is clutched against my torso.

‘If I get a girl, and I sleep with her, would you be mad?’ he asks, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Why would I be mad? It’s not like we don’t already sleep with other people,’ I say, and he nods. ‘Yeah, but like, we sleep with strangers from clubs. We don’t sleep with people that our friends know, people that will be living with us, people that will see us being in a relationship,’ he says, and I laugh. ‘Okay, but the people we meet at clubs see us as a couple before we go home with them. Just do what we normally do. Just say you’re cheating, it’s not like the girl will feel indebted to me to tell me, and vice versa,’ I say, and he nods thoughtfully. ‘How did I get so lucky to have a girlfriend like you?’ he says, leaning down to press his lips to mine, and I kiss him briefly, breaking away when I hear my brother call, ‘Stop defiling my sister, Lee!’ ‘I’m not your girlfriend,’ I reply as our friends laugh, and he grins. ‘Okay. How did I get so lucky to have a future wife like you?’ he says, and I laugh. ‘You have our parents to thank for that,’ I reply, and he chuckles under his breath as we enter the classroom. We take our normal seats, Nayeon on one side of me and Taeyong on the other, my brother in front of me and Dahyun behind me. We chat and gossip for a while, our teacher, Miss Jung, walking in a couple minutes later.

‘Class, quieten down please. I have an announcement to make,’ she says, looking around at us over the rim of her glasses. Due to our parents donating a lot of money to the school, we get certain privileges to keep us happy. Because when we’re happy, our parents are happy, and when our parents are happy, they spend. One of those privileges include our entire friendship group being put into one tutor group, just the twenty of us. ‘Is it the exchange thing, Miss? Because we know,’ Mark says, swinging on his chair. ‘You seem to always know things already,’ she says drily before lifting a paper up to read from it. ‘On Monday 4th May, a group of students from Burnley Tech School will arrive at Winchester Academy as exchange students,’ she begins, all of us bursting into chatter. ‘Wait, so are they all like computer programming nerds?’ Doyoung asks, eyebrows raised, and Miss sighs. ‘No, that’s just the name of the school. As I was saying, they’ll be staying for a month-’ ‘A month?!’ we chorus in shock, and she rolls her eyes. ‘And if all goes well, the period will be extended to two months-’ ‘Two months?!’ we exclaim, looking around in shock. ‘Won’t they like… miss their parents?’ Jungwoo asks. ‘Well, they can call them,’ she replies. ‘They have phones?’ Sana asks, all of us looking at her incredulously. ‘Obviously, Sana they’re not that poor,’ Tzuyu says. ‘Who told you they’re poor?’ Miss asks, all of us silent.

‘They’re from an underprivileged area but they’re not poor. It just means they’re not as privileged as you. They can probably still afford all their necessities, and most likely some luxuries too, but they don’t live the same way that you all do. For example, they probably have to commute to school because it’s unlikely their parents can afford to buy them a car. And they probably all have part time jobs,’ she says, gasps running around the room, myself included. Growing up in such a privileged environment, the thought of commuting to school or having a part time job makes me feel faint. Call me a spoiled brat, but I don’t think I could ever. ‘Oh, my God, I feel so sorry for them. Are we allowed to buy them things when they come?’ Chaeyoung asks. ‘That’s to your own discretion, we can’t dictate things like that. But anyway, as I was saying, this exchange programme is to enrich your knowledge of different lifestyles and understand the importance of acceptance and equality. It’s also to show to us the kind of knowledge you all already have of other people’s situations and lives. So far, you’re not instilling much confidence in me, but hopefully, I’ll see an improvement,’ Miss Jung says, all of us listening for any more juicy details.

‘Wait…’ Sicheng says, catching all of our attention, ‘does this mean… we’ll have to go live with them too?’ he says, this development filling us with horror. ‘I’m afraid so. If the programme succeeds, they’ll spend two months with you, and you’ll spend a month with them before coming back in August,’ she says, all of our mouths open in shock. ‘Miss, please say you’re joking. We’ve got to spend a month being poor?’ Taeyong asks, and Miss tuts. ‘Now, now, Taeyong, that’s not very kind of you. As I’ve said, they’re not poor, and you must be open-minded. This’ll be a learning curve for you. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it greatly. We have an evening next Monday for your parents to all come in, get some more information about the programme and sign you up, if they wish,’ Miss Jung says, and I exchange a look with Jaehyun, both of us knowing our father would sign up for it in an instance, always wanting us to take part in these kind of things. ‘I know you’re all very unenthusiastic about this but give the students a chance.’ ‘We’ll give them a chance, obviously. It’s just unlikely we’ll get along. We’re so different,’ Taeil says, and Miss Jung eyes us all before she speaks; ‘You’d be surprised.’

[jenomark]

Chapter 2

↳Main Characters of Chapter 1: Reader (F), YangYang, Kun, Taeil, Doyoung, Mark, & Jaehyun ↳Warnings: Death, Cursing, Character death mention (Renjun), Dead bodies & Drowning. It’s a horror story dealing with life, death and souls. If you’re easily scared, this might not be for you! ↳Word Count: 6,083

↠Summary: You and YangYang have been best friends forever. Where one goes, the other follows. On the night of Halloween, in your 19th year, you attend a party that changes the course of your lives, and your deaths.

“YangYang,” you said. “I don’t want to be here anymore.”

“Silence.” the man said.

   You closed your lips and could feel the metaphorical zipper keeping it shut. You watched the man approach YangYang, who had spun around and kept his back to you. He looked like a kindergartner waiting for their teachers instructions, his undivided attention on the stranger in the nice suit. You stood up. Immediately, the man leaning against the tree moved so that he was on your left side, blocking your pathway out. You could feel them all spreading out to close up the circle around you and YangYang.

“Your homecoming wasn’t supposed to be like this,” the man said. “There are times for everything in our lives, times when we relish ideal moments. This should have been different. This should have been beautiful.”

     The man moved until he was in front of YangYang. He introduced himself as Kun and held out his hand for YangYang to take. It was unusual for your best friend to take a strangers hand, even more unusual because he was smiling. Graceful on the pads of his feet, YangYang stood. You looked down and noticed you were no longer holding your shoes.

“Thank you.” YangYang said.

  YangYang backed away, putting distance between Kun and himself. He came beside you, his pinky touching yours. You felt safer, more calm. Kun looked at you like you were a minor inconvenience in his big plan, like something stuck to the bottom of his expensive shoe.

“How do you know my name?” YangYang asked. “I don’t recognize your face. Do you live in the city?”

  Kun smiled briskly. He had a fatherly air surrounding him that made YangYang feel comforted. He always wanted to be the son his father wanted, so he tried hard to find that approval in the male figures in his life. You observed the way his shoulders relaxed with every word Kun spoke. You looked at your best friend and wondered if he had been drugged in the short time you’ve walked through the gates. On the opposite end, you felt uneasy. Your whole body was aware whenever Kun shifted his weight from one foot to the other. 

“Is this a Halloween prank?” you asked. “If it is, let us go and we won’t tell anyone what you’re doing.”

  You felt stupid and childish when the man next to you laughed. Kun snapped his fingers and the man was silent, his face turning stony immediately.

“Mark,” Kun said. “She doesn’t understand. She’s going to ask questions.”

  As the man called Mark took a seat on top of a head stone, another man came from the shadows. His hands were behind his back, and on his face he wore a wily smile. He stood tall and too proud, his eyes darting back and forth between each person. Kun address him as Doyoung. You could feel Doyoung’s presence, it was much heavier than Mark’s.

“It would be much easier if we disposed of her now,” Doyoung said. “But it’s just a suggestion.”

“You know we can’t do that,” Kun said. “That is not what we do.”

“No one is disposing of anyone,” YangYang said. “If you hurt her, you go through me first. I will kick all of your asses to hell and back.”

Doyoung shrugged. “We could work out a deal. I can see that is what type of leader you will be.”

“She’s innocent.” Kun said. 

 Kun’s word was final. Doyoung opened his mouth to say something else but decided against it. Instead, Mark spoke, his voice tiny, “For now.”

  You could feel the way they wanted to talk over each other, each personality fighting for dominance. Judging by the glances between members, the group of people each felt differently about the situation. You were confused by what situation exactly, and why it involved either of you.

“Please let us go,” you pleaded. “I don’t know who you are, or why any of us are here. If you let us go, I won’t tell a soul.”

“All the souls know.” Kun said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir.” you said.

  Kun’s expression was sad. He walked until he was in front of you, his height rising over yours. You shrank back from him, stumbling back a few steps until the back of your knees hit a head stone. You felt the urge to strike him with your closed fist. There was something about the way he looked at you that made you believe he could read your thoughts. Kun held out his hand for you to take.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said. “I can’t hurt you.”

“Can’t or won’t?” YangYang asked.

  Kun spared a sympathetic look for YangYang. He glanced over at Mark and then back at Doyoung. His eyes scanned the others before coming back to you. Kun didn’t realize, but your hand was already in his, the softness of your fingers laying on top of his. He looked down ruefully. He took your hand and pulled you back into place so that you were with YangYang again. You hooked pinkies and watched as Kun went back to his starting point.

“I need you both to pay attention,” Kun said. “I shouldn’t be showing either of you this, but, as things have escalated far beyond my control tonight, it needs to happen now.”

“Kun, you’re a fool.” Doyoung said.

“Even fools get things done.” Mark added.

  Doyoung gave Mark a nasty look. You gave each man one of your own sour looks and pulled your attention back to Kun. You could feel YangYang’s hands trembling in yours. You gave him a small squeeze with your pinky.

“Are you both looking?” Kun asked.

“Yes.” you said.

  YangYang looked at you first, as if asking if it was okay for him to look. You nodded, so YangYang looked at Kun. There was a worried look on Kun’s face as he watched the exchange. If there was any constant in your world, it was your best friend. He would fight for you, and you for him. You would do it together, or not at all.

“Don’t look away,” Kun said. “It’s important that you keep looking.”

  Kun watched a mound of dirt in front of him. You looked at the ground, too, your eyes so wide they were watering. There was no grass where Kun looked, just mud and a bit of rock. Just when you thought nothing would happen, and  you were all wasting time, a white mist rose up. At first, it looked like smoke, but as it grew, its coils turned more corporeal. You couldn't look away, even if you wanted to. You felt like you were dreaming what was happening before you. A white, human-shaped figure formed in front of your eyes. Though transparent and glowing, it was definitely a woman. She was stout, about five inches shorter than Kun, and she wore a dress that came to her knees. The only thing that set her apart from everyone else around you was the serene smile on her face.

“Hello.” Kun said. “I hope you had a wonderful life.”

The woman nodded. She couldn’t stop smiling and it bothered you. She clasped her hands out in front of her and looked at Kun lovingly. The world was an awful place. You didn’t understand what she was so happy about.

“Do you know why you’re here, darling?” Kun asked.

Again, she nodded.

“Can you speak and tell me?” he asked. “We have people watching.”

“I am dead,” she said. “Are you an angel?”

“No, I’m afraid not.”

 The woman’s smile never faltered. Kun offered his hand and she took it, shaking it like they had just made a deal. You could see Kun’s hand through hers, but where she touched him glowed the exact shade of YangYang’s orange hair.

“Do you know what happens next?” she asked. “What happens to me? To my family?”

“I know some things,” he said. 

“Will you tell me?”

“I can only show you.”

  When Kun opened his arms wide, her hand disappeared, the white stream flying through the air. He tilted his head back, stretching his arms as far as they would go. The woman watched hi , watched the rest of her body disperse into whiteness until that is all that she was. She flew around Kun’s body like a storm, with him as the eye. He opened his mouth, and she went down his throat, settling into his chest with a rumble. If you blinked, you would have missed the way he swallowed her soul, how she melted into his body for all eternity.

“What the fuck,” YangYang said. “What the fuck was that?”

  As soon as Kun was done, he closed his mouth, put his arms down, and looked straight at YangYang. His gaze looked like it fell through YangYang into the world beyond. What he said next made you wish you could wake up from the bad dream. You let go of YangYang’s hand and pinched your arm, begging your body to wake up.

“You might not understand, “ Kun said. “What we are, but you don’t need to be afraid. We are the light.”

“I want to go home.” YangYang said. 

“You are home.”

“Now!” YangYang yelled.

  YangYang let go of your pinky and bolted. He ran around the circle looking for a way through. Bored out of his mind, Mark stood to block his path. The circle closed more tightly, leaving the energy seeping out of YangYang, like sand through an hourglass.

“Please don’t kill us,” YangYang said. “I don’t want to turn to dust. I will do anything. Do you want my babysitting money? It’s not much, but you can have it. I don’t know what kind of witch-y shit you’re doing here, but leave me out of it.”

“YangYang.” you said, quietly.

  Your eyes were trained on Doyoung. He wouldn’t stop sneering at you. Looking around at all of them made you feel angry inside. The whole situation made you want to explode, your shrapnel hitting all of them in the jugular. You imagined a hand coming out of your mouth, and that hand wrapping around Kun’s delicate throat. He was nice enough to you so far, but one wrong move and you would squeeze the life from his body. 

“Did you see that?” YangYang asked. “He fucking ate her.”

“I didn’t eat-” Kun began.

“-he ate her like a four-course meal,” YangYang continued. “Just swallowed her whole. I want to go home. Do you hear me? I’m going home. Please move out of my way so I can call my mom and tell her to come pick me up.”

“You can’t,” Mark said. “Everything has changed.”

“YangYang, stop moving,” you said through gritted teeth. “It’s pointless.”

  YangYang paused. He was breathing like he had run a marathon. He came up beside you and tried to calm down.

“That’s a problem,”  Doyoung said to Kun.” He’s a little dog, her little dog.”

“Silence.” Kun said.

“I want to know what is going on,” you said. “I feel it. This whole town can feel it, fuck, the whole city can. Ever since I can remember, everything has been different. Whatever just happened, that isn’t normal. I know you’re all a part of this, somehow. The party, the pool, I can remember it now. You did that to me, didn’t you?”

YangYang’s face fell. “The pool. Did they try to kill you? Was it them?”

“I didn’t try and kill anyone,” Kun said, his voice so irritatingly soft. “I don’t kill people.”

“Did you kill that woman?” you asked Kun. “Are you death?”

“I am not death,” he said. “Death isn’t a person. Even if it was, it wouldn’t be me. I don’t kill people.”

“Then, what are you?” you asked. “If you don’t kill people, Kun, what do you do?”

“Kun,” Doyoung said. “This isn’t wise. Before it happens, they shouldn’t know too much.”

“She’s an innocent,” Kun said. “She walked through those gates untainted, so, for now, she gets the truth. It’s the least we can give her.”

“What are you? Answer her.” YangYang said, his voice growing stronger. He was back to protecting you, leading you. He stepped in front of you and puffed out his chest.

“I’m a door,” Kun said. “A door to the other side. Souls come through us to cross over. It’s simple, really. In the game of life and death, we're like gatekeepers.“

“Okay. That was not the answer I was expecting,” YangYang said. “ You know, I really think I’m hallucinating all of this, I think I was drugged at the party.”

“All of you are doors?” you asked.

Kun nodded. “All of us,” he said. He shot an impatient look at Doyoung. “Some have been for longer than others.”

“So you’re all.... dead?”

“Something like that,” Kun said. “None of us were ever meant to live for long. You could say our lives were always promised to the dead, through life.”

“I think I remember you,” you turned to Mark. “You’re that boy who died in the car accident when I was a kid. You were on every paper for weeks while they tried to find out who was on the other end of that accident. It was the biggest mystery in town. I used to dream about you.”

“They never did find out who did it,” YangYang said. “Tire tracks but no car.” 

“They wouldn’t have,” Mark said. “Because there was never a car. “

“That doesn’t make sense,” YangYang said. “You were in a car accident.”

“When it’s our time, we’re taken from our first lives by any means,” Kun said. “ Sometimes, we drag others with us. Most of the time, we want a quiet exit. For Mark, there was no other driver. Mark came to us on his own, made completely for this purpose.”

“This is fucking crazy.” YangYang said. He put his hands on his forehead and brushed his hair back. It flopped back into place, his fried ends stiff.

“It is,” Mark agreed. “We’ve all been through the entry exam, sat for the pop quiz. Kun gives great lectures, but it’s boring hearing the same thing every few months. Do you know how weird it is living in a cemetery, waiting for dead people to come through? Not being able to see your family because you can’t leave?”

“You can’t leave? you asked. “Why can’t you leave?”

“We’re stuck here, and have been for some time,” Kun said. “We’re waiting for someone to set us free. When that happens, the gates open for good and we can walk into the town, into your cities. We can get the souls that couldn’t find us.”

“Well, who are you waiting for?” YangYang asked. “It feels stupid to wait for someone in here.“

Kun raised his eyebrows. “You both walked through the gates. Our waiting is done.”

“What does that mean?” you asked.

 YangYang covered his mouth with his hand. He looked over at you in shock, using his other hand to point at you. “Dude, I think it’s you. I think you’re the chosen one.”

“Shut up, “ you said. “This isn’t a movie.”

“No,” he said. “But it makes sense. You’ve always been more special than anyone I’ve ever known. If someone is chosen to walk through the gates, I think it’s you.”

“It’s not her.” Doyoung said. 

“Doyoung.” Kun said.

“She’s not like us.”

Doyoung.” Kun said, the second time sounding more menacing than the first.

“What?” Doyoung barked. “Since we’re being honest, we might as well tell her everything. That’s what you wanted.”

“Tell me what?” you asked.

“Nothing,” Kun said. “Don’t listen to him. Don’t let him scare you. There are things both of you don’t need to know, and for now-”

“-for now,” Doyoung interrupted. “For now, little girl, you should be very afraid of the man in the mans-”

  Kun ran across the cemetery, jumped over a headstone, grabbed YangYang’s hand, then yours. The dreariness of the cemetery warped into vibrant pinks and greens, swirling left and right. You felt nauseous, like you were being hung upside down, and then stretched like taffy. There was one last pinhole-like glance at the cemetery before you closed your eyes. It felt like you were being suck through a vacuum hose, traveling through the tubes. When you opened your eyes again, you were back in the house where the party took place. No one was there. YangYang kicked a paper cup left on the floor and looked around. You bent over and dry heaved.

“What man?” you asked Kun. “Man in a what? Man in a mansion? Who am I supposed to be afraid of, if not you?”

“Forget what Doyoung said,” Kun said. He speaks without thinking.”

“Did we just teleport?” YangYang asked.

“Something like that,” Kun said. “That was the first time I ever did that. I’m glad we made it all in one piece.”

  Kun looked around like he had never seen a house before. He wiped his finger across a coffee table, poked a few picture frames, and let his eyes soak in everything. You wondered if he had ever attended a party when he was alive, or if he was as boring as he seemed. YangYang made you peel your eyes away from Kun. He went over to the pretzel bowl from earlier and stuffed a few into his mouth.

“We’re not asleep for real, are we?” you asked. “This is actually happening.”

“You know the answer to that,” Kun said.  “If you don’t, I would have seriously misjudged your intelligence.”

“How is any of this real?” YangYang asked. “This chosen one business, it isn’t that thrilling of a plot.”

  You and Kun looked at YangYang, at the same time. YangYang lowered his handful of pretzel, slowly. In that moment, he seemed younger than nineteen. Kun smacked the snacks out of YangYang’s hand before he could eat them and scanned the back door. Past him, you could see a crowd outside. Their backs were turned to you, and all of them were looking at something on the ground. Before you could see what it was, Kun blocked your line of sight. You made eye contact and his eyes softened.

“I’m not supposed to be doing any of this,” he began.” You have to understand that this wasn’t in the plan. Doyoung is...we don’t see eye to eye. To me, you’re still-”

“-who are those people?” YangYang asked.

  He looked out of the window. Kun snapped his fingers once. YangYang came over as if he didn’t have a mind of his own. For the first time, you could see true anger in Kun’s eyes.

“We don’t have a lot of time, “ Kun said. “ I need you to listen to me. Can you do that, YangYang? Can you sit still for one moment, please?” 

“Fine,” YangYang said. “But I don’t appreciate the snapping thing. I am not a dog, hers or yours.”

“I need to show you something,” Kun said, ignoring him. Kun was looking at you, and only you. “But you can’t scream. If you scream, he’ll hear you and he’ll come faster for you. He listens all of the time.”

“Who listens?” YangYang asked.

“Shh!” you and Kun said, at the same time.

“I hate this so much.” YangYang said.

“Show me.” you said.

  Kun turned abruptly and walked towards the back door. You and YangYang followed behind, both of you nipping at his heel. As you crossed the threshold, time slowed again, just like it did when you were under water. You saw the police tape first. A  police woman walked in front of Kun, but she didn’t acknowledge him. You could see the blue and red lights flashing up against the white of the house, could hear the sobs cutting through the air, like a guillotine. People in business suits were standing around a body at the edge of the pool, its limbs twisted, its red dress torn. They parted just in time for you to see yourself lying lifeless on the ground, your eyes open and staring. You didn’t scream, but YangYang did. You bent over, silent cries on your lips. Kun didn’t rush to you, didn’t comfort you. YangYang ran to your body and knelt down, his head on your lap. None of the people around made a movement, because they couldn’t see him. That is when you noticed your mother crying inconsolable in the corner, your father with his arms around her. You used to beg your father to hug your mother when you were younger, but you didn’t want it like this. You started running for them. You just wanted to talk to them, to tell them how much you loved them one last time. Before you could, you felt an arm on your wrist, saw the pink and green swirls again, and you were whipped away. When you were set down again, it was at the lake.

“Why are we here?” YangYang asked.

  He was bent over a rock, and he looked sick. His eyes were red-rimmed and tears were streaming down his face. It all felt like a bad nightmare. You expected Renjun to come out of the lake, his eyes sunken in, his lips blue, but there was no one coming out of the water tonight.

“I had to show you,” Kun said. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like that. You weren’t supposed to die tonight. He came. I’ve never seen him before, but I know he works for him. He’s a free walker, a mercenary, or whatever you want to call him.  He pushed you into that pool and he killed you.”

“I’m dead.” you said. “I died.”

“You're not dead,” YangYang said. “You’re right here. I am looking at you.”

“YangYang. “ Kun said softly.

“I died, “ you said. “I never left the pool. All of this is fake. Am I the chosen one? Is my death why the gates opened?”

“Yes and no, “ Kun said. He looked regretful that he had to be the one to say it. He was speaking too slow, being too kind. You wanted to beat the truth out of him, beat the kindness in his eyes. He continued, “The gates opened because of your death, but not because of you. You are not the chosen one, but you know the chosen one very well. He’s been by your side your whole life, protecting you, loving you.”

  You understood. All of tonight played in your head, starting from the very beginning when you placed those devil horns on top. You looked at YangYang and could see that he understood, too. He threw up on the side of the rock. When he was done, he wiped his mouth. You had never seen him look so frail, so vulnerable.

“What the fuck does that mean?” YangYang asked. “I know you expect me to be stupid. I do understand, but I want to hear you say it.”

“You’re a door,” Kun said. “Like me. Like Doyoung and Mark. You bring souls through to the other side. You save them from being left behind, from vanishing into nothing.”

“If you think I’m bringing my best friend to the other side,” YangYang said. “You’re fucked in the head.”

  Kun hung his head. When he raised it, he looked across the lake for a long time. The watch on his wrist ticked, and he checked the time. After sucking in the crisp air, he spoke. “I don’t know what happens now.” 

“I’m not taking her,” YangYang said. “No one is taking her.”

“She is not ours to take.” Kun said.

 You were beside Kun looking out across the lake. There was something almost too calm about the way you were starting to feel. An acceptance. You took a deep breath to match Kun’s When you spoke again, your voice was stable, “ I want to know everything.”

“We all have a destiny,” Kun said. “Some are more easily fulfilled than others. Some think their destiny is important, some thing their destiny is right. We don’t all agree. My destiny is to take the souls of this place when they die in this world and guide them home. Not to heaven or wherever you think they might go afterwards, just home. Truthfully, it doesn’t matter where they go, just that I do my job. You were right about this town in that it has never been normal. Any fool within miles can feel how different it is when they pass through to the city. Your hair stands on end before you can make it to the welcome sign.”

“Skip to the point, old man.” YangYang said.

  Kun cleared his throat. Though he evoked power, there was still nothing more grating than being teased by a teenage boy. He continued, “Something happened a long time ago and we all got trapped in the cemetery. We could save the ones that came to us, but the ones that couldn’t reach us, they roamed the streets until they vanished.”

“Into nothing,” you whispered. “Where do they go?”

“Where we can’t save them.” Kun said.

“I don’t understand what this has to do with me,” YangYang said. “I’m just an idiot.”

“I thought you said you weren’t stupid?” Kun asked.

“Being stupid and being an idiot are two different things, “YangYang said. “Being an idiot means I’m not special, nor important. Being stupid means wearing a turtleneck with a suit jacket.”

Ignoring the insult, Kun spoke, “To use your words, you’re chosen. We knew salvation would come in the form of a boy, after he turned nineteen. We didn’t know which boy, we didn’t know when. Every year, we hoped the gates would open and he would stroll through and that he would be strong. There was a time when we thought it might be Mark, but it wasn’t. It was about being patient. It wasn’t going to be easy.”

“So this is a prophecy?” you asked.

“Of sorts, yes,” Kun said. He turned to YangYang whose face had gone pale. “YangYang, you’re the last piece of the puzzle. You are the one that freed us from that prison. You’ll bring forth the souls to their rightful place. In our town, in our cities, in our countries, we’ll know peace.”

 YangYang stepped out from beside the rock. His foot caught on a stone and he tripped, but he kept walking. He walked towards you, his arms outstretched like Kun’s, and his mouth open wide.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Go towards the light.” YangYang said.

“Stop it.”

“You need to go towards the light. It’s okay, “ he said. “ I can let you go.”

“YangYang, “ Kun said. “It doesn’t work like that.”

  YangYang stopped. He was visibly crying. He wiped away his tears. When he could see properly, he looked at your body and said, “That’s right! She can’t be dead because she isn’t glowing.”

  You felt a glimmer of hope begin to burn in your chest. Maybe you weren’t dead. Maybe Kun created an illusion with you to help YangYang accept his true destiny. Kun watched you from the side, his eyes unblinking.

“I’m sorry, “ he said. “As much as I wish that were true, you have died. Your body is on its way to the morgue. Your mother is calling your family to let them know. I know this isn’t what either of you want to hear.”

  Hope deflated like a balloon. You fought back bitter tears but they spilled anyway. Angrily, you wiped them away. You could feel a rush of aggravation coming back to you. You wanted to take Kun and drown him in the lake water.

“You have to fight it,” Kun said. When you realized he was talking to you, you let the rest of the tears fall. “Fight how you feel.”

“How do you know how I feel?” you asked. “You don’t know anything about me.”

  The longer you looked at him the more you could feel hurt boiling over. YangYang stepped closer to you, but you didn’t have the patience for him. Your eyes shot daggers and he backed away. Seeing how soft his face looked, how messy his orange hair was, you tried pulling yourself out of the anger.

“The other souls,” YangYang said. “They’ll come to me now, too?”

“Yes.” Kun said.

“And the rest of them?”

“The rest of whom?”

“The rest of the souls,” YangYang said. “Where do they go? The ones we can’t save? We can’t save everyone, right? Where do the rest of them go?”

“Tell him,” you said. “Don’t lie.”

Kun’s eyes never left yours as he spoke to YangYang. “They go to the other side.”

“Our ‘other side’?”

“No.”

“Like, an evil side?”

“Something like that.”

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, “YangYang said. “Why do you keep looking at her?”

  Though the tears were flowing, they dried up almost as soon as they dripped from your eye. You felt drained of all energy. “Is that where I go? To the evil side?” 

  Kun tried avoiding the answer. Over and over again, he kept telling you how sorry he was.

“That’s why we’re here, “ you said. “That’s why you brought me all the way out here, to kill me.”

“You’re already dead.” Kun said.

“But I have a soul,” you said. “Is the grim reaper coming for me?”

  You looked all around you. You felt paranoid. You were terrified to see someone coming out of the lake. You looked around. The wind was picking up, the trees whistling through the silence. YangYang. When you looked at him, his tears wouldn’t stop spilling. You looked at Kun. He looked sad, but dutiful. 

“No,” Kun said. “There is no such thing.”

“Are you lying to me?” you asked. “I deserve to know. I am dead. If you can’t take me, where do I go?”

“I’ve said too much.” Kun said. “I shouldn’t...”

“But you will,” you said. “I am innocent. Isn’t that what you keep saying? Where do I go, Kun? Am I stuck here for all eternity? I’m not evil.”

“Tell her.” YangYang said.

Kun sighed. For the first time, you could see his age showing on the lines on his face. He said, “When YangYang was born, he was born with the intention of setting us free. A month after he was planned, another was born. We never knew. I suppose we should have seen it coming. We weren’t the only ones imprisoned. You have to know that the line between light and dark has always been very thin. All of us walk it constantly, even the most innocent. But babies, babies are so innocent. You see, babies don’t even see what is right in front of them. Not because they don’t want to, but because they can’t. That’s all I can say. The other side, the side you should be afraid of, they want a life to exist that shouldn’t be. If you take anything away from this, know that things should not be like this.”

“You’re predictable, Kun.” 

  Doyoung appeared out of thin air, followed by Mark. They both stood behind YangYang, like bodyguards.  You couldn’t help but think how right it felt to look and see him standing between those men like he had always belonged.

“A prophecy....” you whispered.

“...one that was never meant to be written.” Kun finished.

“You weren’t supposed to make friends with her, Kun,” Doyoung said. “You were supposed to destroy her.”

“She’s a child, Doyoung.”

“She’s not, “Doyoung said. “And you know it in your heart. You know what she is.”

“What am I?”

“An abomination.” Doyoung said.

“Don’t listen to him, “ Kun spoke up. He took your hand but you yanked it away. “You were born in response. You always born to die. Your death is the turning point of everything. That doesn’t make you an abomination. You’re a catalyst.”

“He puts it so nicely,” Doyoung said. “Our savior was meant to get here first, but the other side, they broke the prophecy in half. Even their destiny doesn’t matter to them. They killed you three weeks shy of your nineteenth birthday, jump starting the end of the fucking world. When things are disrupted, when time shifts, everything changes. People meant to live will die, and those that die will walk through the door, or suffer the consequences. If they want a city of death, we’ll give it to them, but that death won’t be ours.”

   Doyoung made a run for you, but Kun stepped in front of him. You were trying to wrap your head around all the new information. You wanted to burst out into laughter. Surely, this was one big theater production. The absurdity of it all made you question everything. But you had seen your body, and you had seen the way your mother cried. Your mother never cried for anyone. You made eye contact with YangYang and could feel him thinking the same thing. 

“She has a choice,” Kun said. “Up until that choice, she is still an innocent.”

“I don’t care.” Doyoung said. 

“And I do,” Kun said. “You kill her and I’ll kill you.”

“Hey,” YangYang said. “That’s my line.”

“Maybe you should just kill me,” you said. “I don’t want to be a part of any side. I want to be with YangYang.”

“Jesus,” Mark said. “This isn’t going to end well for any of us. Kun, what have you done?”

“How it ends is not my job,” Kun said. “It will play out how it must, how the new prophecy sees fit.”

  All five of you fell silent. You could hear the rushing of the water, could hear it growing louder like it did when you were in the bathroom. You closed your eyes tightly to stave off whatever you were feeling. You didn’t want to see your own reflection staring back at you. When you opened your eyes, Kun looked concerned.

“Taeil knows she is here,” Kun said. “We have to go.”

“We can’t go yet.” Mark said. He looked at YangYang.

“I’m not going anywhere without her.” YangYang said.

“YangYang,” Kun said. “This is your destiny. If you turn your back on it, her death is in vain. Is that what you want?”

“I’m not even dead,” YangYang said. “How am I supposed to help people if I can’t eat them? I’m still huma-”

  With that, Mark grabbed YangYang’s neck and snapped it. Kun held you back, his arm around your middle. You dug your fingernails into the flesh of his arm, until he yelped and switched arms. You heard Kun whisper his apology in your ear before he let you go. You ran for YangYang’s body and hurled yourself on top of him. What you were met with was mud and sand. YangYang, Kun, Mark and Doyoung, were gone.

  Taeil took off his shoes and walked into the water until he was ankle deep. A curious, orange fish swam around his legs, zooming in and out like it was playing with him. Taeil bent down to touch the fish. It swam against his fingers like it loved his touch. 

“You with the sad eyes.” he whispered.

  The water rippled and splashed. A pair of boots disrupted the serenity and the fish swam away.

“Jaehyun,” Taeil said. “Do you have to be so heavy-footed? My friend is gone.”

  Taeil looked up at the big figure standing next to him. He was handsome, his face looking like it had been frozen for a hundred years. He was wearing all black, like a soldier, and his deep red hair was slicked back.

“ He wants us back as soon as possible.” Jaehyun said.

“I don’t take orders from him.” Taeil said.

  Jaehyun didn’t argue, just let Taeil do his thing. Taeil looked over his shoulder and watched Jaehyun haul the girls body over his shoulder. She had passed out in the mud, her body small and fragile. Taeil liked the way she looked and didn’t want to disturb her, but everyone was so restless. He hadn’t been outside in so long and he just wanted to feel and see everything.

“Taeil.” Jaehyun called.

“I’m coming,” Taeil said. “We’re all coming.”

  Taeil walked away. Behind him, bodies started walking out of the water. All of them were in various stages of decay, all trudging forward like they didn’t have minds of their own.

[i-growl-growl-growl]

Could you do a reaction where the boys see that their lover commited suicide because of their acts?

Since the unit for this request isn’t specified, I will go with the 127 members, however, I hit the maximum limit on tumblr for text boxes for this post so Jungwoo to Haechan will be done later if you’d like. Also, if you want the rest of the members (other than 127), feel free to request for more in the future! From what I assume, the “acts” you mention are their yandere deeds. Correct me if I’m wrong!

Sorry if it was really long, I got carried away with a lot of the reactions…especially with WinWin’s…If you don’t mind, I wrote scenarios to go with it!

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of suicide, blood, self-harm; please do not read if you are uncomfortable with this topic. Please do not be influenced by the character’s decisions in the imagine, this is pure fiction. GRAPHIC!

Taeil

When Taeil came home that evening, he expected to see you, chained to the bed and sleeping alone. But when he soon found that you were nowhere to be seen, he freaked out. 

He went out on a rampage, looking in every nook and cranny of the house the two of you shared. You weren’t in the closet, definitely not hiding under the counter, why the hell weren’t you hiding in the pantry like last time?

Suddenly, Taeil snapped to his thoughts. The bathroom. 

As he tore though the hallway, Taeil tried to think of all the ways you could’ve escaped from the chains on the bed. Taeil had punished you last night, but he didn’t think it would affect you that badly. 

Storming into the bathroom, he saw your unconscious body on the cold tiles. Taeil’s sleeping pills had been scattered everywhere on the floor and you were without a doubt, dead. 

Devastated, Taeil tried to shake you awake as if you would open your eyes and laugh at him and say it was a stupid joke. But it wasn’t. This was all real.

Taeil fell to the floor and cried, hugging your corpse like a teddy bear. It was too much for the boy to handle, despite him being the source of your pain. 

Many questions ran through his head as he embraced your dead body. How did you escape those chains? How did you find those pills even though he was the only one who knew where they were? Not to mention, those pills were locked up like diamonds in a safe.

Left with questions unanswered, Taeil was confused but beyond heartbroken that he had driven you to your breaking point. But unlike the time you ran away in the mall, you had ran away forever. 

Johnny

You had gone missing a few hours ago. It was after Johnny finally agreed to take you to the movies after being well-behaved for the past four months. Of course, he should’ve expected you to use the bathroom excuse and make a run for it outside. Sadly for him, Johnny didn’t think that far ahead and sat in the dark theater, wondering when you would come back. It shouldn’t have taken that long to have changed a pad, right?

Only then did Johnny realize how foolish and stupid he was for letting you go. How far could you have ran away? And how much time did he have left to find you?

Unfortunately for him, the headlines of the newspaper the following day had in bold letters, “Drowned Girl found by the River;  Suspected Suicide.” By then, Johnny clutched tighter onto the paper and took a deep sip of the coffee in his hand. Rather than feeling sad, strangely, he felt angry.

He was angry that you didn’t feel fulfilled by his unending love towards you and chose to escape that by following the route of suicide. He was upset that you didn’t even bother to talk to him about your problems, though he never would’ve listened and continued to hurt you. But most of all, Johnny was furious that you thought death was the only way to escape from this love. 

How could you have been so cruel to leave him alone? But not all hope was lost; who said death could separate the two of you? 

Taeyong

“Y/N! Y/N! Open the damn door!”

You were currently hiding in your room, Taeyong furiously knocking. Your parents had left on a business trip and thought you were old enough to take care of yourself on your own.

Unfortunately for you, a crucial thing your parents didn’t know was your psycho ex-boyfriend, Taeyong, somehow found out with his stalkerish ways and hunted down your location. He had barged in through the window of the second-floor hallway with a small pistol in his hand. 

“Y/N! If you don’t open up the damn door, I’ll blow it down myself!”

His yelling was only making the adrenaline in your body accelerate and your heart thumped louder and louder. Any second longer and Taeyong would come in and kidnap you. 

Your dignity and survival was at stake. You were sick of Taeyong coming into your life and running it like a madman. Taeyong wasn’t even normal, he was insane!

The long curtains were just at your reach. Grasping onto the thick fabric, you tried to make a rope out of it. If you were going to die, you weren’t going to let Taeyong get to it first! 

As Taeyong continued to bang on the door, you threw up your makeshift rope onto the poles of your bed. Thank goodness your parents had insisted on a canopy bed to make your room more “grand”. 

Tying the “rope” onto the bed and giving it a firm triple knot, you held your breath as you tied it around your neck. You felt your throat slowly closing up and suffocating you.

Taeyong never blew down the door. He finally punched it open but he was much too late. Your dead body hung up from the curtain rope on full display. 

He felt tears spring up to his eyes as the thought of you dead finally struck him. Taeyong walked closer and closer to your hanging corpse. Grabbing your chest, he tried to listen for a heartbeat or a pulse. But alas, he couldn’t find one.

“No…no…NO! Y/N! Please tell me this is some awful trick! You’re not really dead, right? No! Please wake up! I’m sorry!”

Through his quiet sobs, Taeyong fell to his knees, the pistol popping out of his jean pockets and onto the carpet. 

“I can’t live without you…”

Yuta

Again. This happened again.

The same creepy letters were coming to your locker. But there wasn’t much that you could do to escape that. You just transferred to this school and your parents (guardians) didn’t want to move again after finally settling into your new home.

There weren’t many suspects that you could rat on. You were the new kid and that kinda meant you were an easy target. You still hadn’t made friends that could’ve supported you through this and track down the stalker.

Weeks went on and the letters became more and more graphic. Eventually, photos of you changing, walking to school, eating at a cafe, or even brushing your teeth were included with each and every one of them! It was a surprise you still hadn’t found out the person considering there was a signature at the bottom of each note.

You fell into great paranoia and depression. It hurt to even move, fearing for your life that the stalked would be there and ready to take a picture and document it on who knows what. What made it the absolute worst though was the threats included at the bottom portion.

If you find out who I am and report me darling, don’t be surprised to attend your mother’s (or guardian’s) funeral. 

Love you too,

xoxo N.Y.

N.Y.? There were multiple people with that name. Nina Yoshima. Nicholas Yen. Nancy Yerevas. Noah Yackley. Nathan Yakish. Who on earth was it? 

This drove you into a frenzy. Soon, rather than counting down the days for school to end, you counted down the days to die. Why?

You were going to end your life. You had it. This was too much for you and it was becoming so overwhelming. So you did it. When your parents left you on your own for a family emergency, you released carbon monoxide into the air, quickly killing you.

Nakamoto Yuta. The very boy who bestowed this tragic fate unto you. And now he had to pay, seeing the news flash with your suicide all over the headlines. He hadn’t meant for it to go so far like most yanderes, he just wanted your attention and for you to notice him!

He grieved for his mistakes and refused to eat and drink. Locking himself in his room, no one saw him ever again, lounging in the back of the classroom with a juice box in one hand and a pen in the other.

Doyoung

Doyoung had heard about your death through the school’s gossip. He was absolutely heartbroken, knowing that he had crossed the line when he fought with you about your friend group. His jealousy blinded him to the point where he took action; he killed your younger friend Renjun out of rage.

You were terribly upset about that and cursed Doyoung out. For that, he slapped you hard on the face and threatened to shoot you too with the gun in his hand. But to his surprise, you grabbed onto the gun and pulled the trigger. The bullet flew straight into your chest and your white blouse started to stain with the crimson blood.

Collapsing to the floor, Doyoung looked at you in horror. As he stood there, internally panicking, he soon realized that you were mumbling something. 

I will never, in all my days, forgive you, Kim Doyoung.

So here he was with his friend Kun, at this cheap frat party. Scratch that, it was Kun’s party and only God knows how wealthy his family actually is. They’re too busy bathing in hundred dollar bills to even keep track of the damn bills! 

Even though it was probably the biggest party of the whole school year, Doyoung couldn’t bear to see the drunk boys and girls dancing the night away. He tried to walk out into the balcony, but was faced with a gang of youngsters, smoking some weed. The smell was suffocating and hurt Doyoung’s eyes, so he went to the only place he knew where he could find solace.

The bathroom. Doyoung locked himself up in the cold bathroom. He sat on the toilet and buried his face in his shaking hands. The memories of your suicide haunted him to this day, even though it was over a year ago. 

He sobbed and sobbed over and over again. Doyoung called out your name numerous times and screamed out of agony in the bathroom until someone knocked through the door and asked him to shut up.

Doyoung would have one of the hardest times out of all the yanderes to recover from your suicide in my opinion because of his personality. He seems to be a yandere who is sadistic, but a true softie when you actually get hurt. Your death took quite a toll on him…

Jaehyun

Jaehyun had walked into his art studio, ready to paint you again. You were posed on the sofa, lying so still that anyone could’ve mistaken that you were dead. 

Only this time you were. You had stabbed yourself to death with the knife Jaehyun had you pose with. So imagine his horror that his art model and lover was dead and surrounded with blood. 

But in the beginning, Jaehyun truly believed that someone had broken into the studio and killed you. Because of this belief, he tried to trace down as much evidence as he could, mainly because he didn’t want to think that your suicide was your doing. Jaehyun wanted to hope that rather than it was his fault, it was someone else’s evil deed.

Eventually, Jaehyun gave up and declared to himself that your death was indeed, a suicide. From there, the disasters began.

He didn’t expect you to resort to something so drastic like suicide, especially when the night before, you seemed surprisingly cheery, willing to cook dinner for once rather than mope around in bed. In fact, there was no sign of despair and to any stranger’s eyes, it would seem like you were a loving couple rather than a helpless girl trapped in a relationship with a psychopath.

The shock would consume Jaehyun up and it wouldn’t be until a few days later when he embalmed your body since he didn’t want to bury you that it truly hit him that you were gone.

And to think that it was all his fault that pushed you to the brink of life and death. Jaehyun would be devastated and bedridden with guilt. Even more so, he would be ashamed to feel like he was the very person who took away the girl he wanted all to himself. 

During this mourning period, Jaehyun would fall into a great depression. He would take out his anger using his art until it drove him crazy. Jaehyun wouldn’t be able to focus or bear the memories of you dying. So he packed up everything and left the country, off to a new land for adventure and a new life in America.

WinWin

I will use WinWin’s real name (Sicheng) for this reaction as it is much more fitting for the scenario.

Sicheng was the son and heir of a powerful and influential company in Tianjin, China. He was spoiled rotten as a child and was used to having things his way.

So when you entered in the building as a new intern on that fateful day, he was practically bursting with excitement. Sicheng had never been exposed to many people when he was younger and most of the employees working at his father’s company were in their 40′s and 50′s.

Young and fresh-faced, you were a new person and a new friend to Sicheng. You fell for his smooth talk and innocent eyes like any normal girl would. He had his charms and quirks that intrigued you, deeper and deeper into a trap you couldn’t escape.

About two years had passed since the two of you had become couple when Sicheng placed that diamond ring on your finger and asked you to marry him. You, being completely unaware that your sweet and gentle boyfriend would show his true colors later, accepted without hesitation.

It was only on your honeymoon did Sicheng begin to reveal his cruel and manipulative ways as a yandere. He pressured you to always be by his side as he was insecure about his persona and wanted to make sure that you would never leave him.

But this new lifestyle had become unbearable for you. Constantly calling WinWin every hour. Texting him every twenty minutes a long summary of what you did. Mindlessly waiting in your shared room, locked up with a key and the windows shut with steel shutters. 

You tried to take every opportunity that came your way to run from his clutches and escape. But he was always two steps ahead of you. He planned out your every move, took your passport, and any possible weapons that you could’ve wielded. Sicheng didn’t even let you cut a damn apple without his supervision. And half the time, he did it himself, afraid that you would hurt him.

Unable to carry the weight of the relationship, you took the route that seemed like the only way out; suicide. 

Sicheng had to bring you to banquet outside, much to his dismay. However, this may have been the only way for you to vanish from him for good. So you walked in, ready to inhale the flashing cameras and the reporters shoving microphones in your face, questioning your latest disappearance.

When Sicheng turned his back from you to talk to some of his father’s clients, you made a break for the window. But the champagne you had drank beforehand wasn’t sitting well with you, intoxicating you so you couldn’t think straight.

Rather than finding a height that would be decent to jump from and still live in your six-inch heels, you ran for the balcony on the ninth floor of the hotel. Without a second thought, you threw yourself off the building and smashed onto the concrete, sealing the deal. 

The ruckus outside certainly drew some attention on the inside as the reporters clamored in to see what had just happened. And there you were, dripping with blood all over your nice ballroom gown and several broken limbs. 

An ambulance was called and Sicheng began to freak out. The next 24 hours was him pleading the doctors to save your life and to do everything they could to help you live, even if it was just a bit longer. But it was no use. You were declared dead as an “accident” until Sicheng’s own mother demanded for an autopsy to find out the truth. She had always known her own son was a bit insane in the head, but the elderly woman felt something sinister was lurking around.

Several weeks later and your apparent “accident” was changed to a suicide after the official autopsy. Signs of trauma and depression were found as investigators dug deeper into the mystery of your sudden death. 

All over social media, it was absolute madness. Articles read with Sicheng on the front cover with suspected abuse, finally drawing the attention of the authorities to bring Sicheng into custody. However, with the help of some connections and his great acting, Sicheng managed to be released within a few hours and was “confirmed innocent”. 

Surprisingly, your suicide was just as shocking for Sicheng as it was for the media and the people around him. But slowly, after people began to forget about the whole scandal and your death, the Dong’s company was having some peace and quiet.

Yet it wasn’t at all peaceful in Sicheng’s heart. It still didn’t click in his mind that the only reason you jumped off that balcony as a last resort was because of him. He continued to blame your death on well…you. 

That still didn’t stop Sicheng from mourning your loss. As much as he hurt you emotionally and mentally, he loved you from the bottom of his heart; he just didn’t know how to express it. His days were soon filled with tears and exhaustion.

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And that’s it! I hit the max number of text blocks for the post so I’m sorry about that. I’ll continue on another post if you’d like!

Edit: For some reason the “read more” button after the trigger warning isn’t showing, so I’ll try and get that fixed.

[hellevator-mp3]

of chaos and calamities || Part 6

Pairing(s): Johnten, Luwoo, Markhyuck, Doil

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1800+

Warnings: None

Author Note: dfklgdh okay so as usual, this is late bc work is a mess and i’ve been swamped and i haven’t really had inspiration to write :(( but please enjoy this! 

more proposals? check. wedding planning? check. johnten? check. luwoo? check. markhyuck? check. hotel? trivago.

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as with every other day, even the ones that they had off, johnny and ten still woke up and rushed through their morning routines, because of course, they were late.  they had around half an hour to shower, eat, and somehow make the half hour trip to the botanical garden, where they’d be meeting up with the two pairs dubbed as luwoo and markhyuck.  

of course, it was just their luck that their bus would show up as they were walking to the stop, and driving off just as they reached the bench.  of course it would take another twenty minutes before another one would get there.  of course they would a text that markhyuck wasn’t able to make it.  

of course luwoo would be standing at the gate to the botanical garden, phones out and reading the messages that were coming through.  of course they would get the chance to have a date alone, since their tour started in less than ten minutes.  of course donghyuck would get sick, and therefore mark would get sick.  of course ten and johnny would get stuck without transportation, unable to make it to the garden in time.  

however, yukhei couldn’t find it in himself to care much, as he took a hold of jungwoo’s hand and they made their way to where the tour started.  their guide took them through winding paths, stopping in the most scenic places for people to take pictures.  some people that came with friends took pictures in groups, couples took selfies under the trees, and yukhei?  he took pictures of jungwoo looking at flowers, looking up in awe at the slivers of the sky he could see through the branches, looking down at the little river where he could see fish swimming.  a stranger took a picture of them together on yukhei’s phone, one of them kissing underneath a cherry blossom tree.  another person helped them out and took a picture of them underneath a curved canopy of trees, and yet another snapped a shot of when yukhei dug out a ring from his breast pocket and dropped to his knee, jungwoo standing in front of him with his back turned, hands over his eyes and waiting for yukhei to say something.  

somebody got a video of the moment jungwoo turned around, spotting yukhei.  jungwoo’s jaw dropped.  “you can’t be serious, oh my god you’re serious.”  he kept whimpering, hands over his mouth as he stared at the taller man.  

“jungwoo, i know we’ve only been together for a year.  i know that, but it’s been such a ride and the future’s only gonna be an even crazier ride and i wanna spend it with you by my side.  you’re my light in the darkness, my northern star to guide me, my rock when i’m tired, and my pillar when i’m breaking.  i couldn’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else.  so would you please marry me?”  jungwoo sobbed at that, nodding frantically.  yukhei got to his feet and slid the ring onto his finger, before pulling the shorter man to his chest and letting him rest there.  the crowd around them clapped and cheered, and the guide was nice enough to give them a minute for jungwoo to collect himself.  

 of course, it was all planned out, except they were planning to have some of their friends there for it.  but the moment went just fine, with or without their friends.  

yukhei saw their video on the garden’s homepage, while they were sitting down to eat in a quaint little restaurant across the street, after their tour had ended and the group had been guided out.  they had taken several more pictures together, and yukhei took more of jungwoo, not knowing that jungwoo was doing the same in return.  they looked through their photos together, sending each other the ones that they didn’t have.  a comfortable silence fell over the table as they ate, knives and forks clattering on the plates as they dug into what they had ordered, occasionally reaching over to grab bits of the other’s food.  they split the bill, before walking out hand in hand.  

jungwoo fell asleep on yukhei’s shoulder on the way home, something that was expected of him, since he had been whining for an hour already that he was tired.  yukhei let him rest there, fiddling with the boy’s fingers as he slept and soon enough, they were dozing off on one another.  

meanwhile, mark was trying to coax soup into a sick donghyuck, who kept refusing and whining that his throat hurt and food would only make it hurt worse.  mark murmured that he knew, but hyuck had to eat something.  “c’mon hyuck, you’ve gotta eat something or you’ll get even sicker.” he nearly pleaded with the younger, who finally sighed and allowed his boyfriend to feed him soup, avoiding anything that wasn’t broth like it was the plague.  mark finally breathed a sigh of relief as he lifted another spoonful to his mouth, letting him drink that before turning and coughing into his elbow.  granted, since donghyuck and mark shared a bed and a dorm and basically their whole lives, donghyuck had immediately spread his cold to mark.  so, mark, being the responsible adult he is, ate some of donghyuck’s soup himself, to try and ease the dryness in his throat.  

newsflash, it didn’t work.  

then, he found himself at the little corner store just off campus, searching for some cold medicine that he quickly bought, along with some little treats and things for when the two of them were better and their throats weren’t sore.  on the way back, hyuck texted him that norenmin were going to be at their dorm, since renjun had heard from jaemin who heard from jeno who heard from doyoung who heard from ten who heard from johnny that hyuck was sick, and renjun’s mother instincts had kicked in immediately, dragging his two boyfriends with him to go visit his sick best friend.  

mark found them all curled up and asleep on hyuck’s bed, the three healthy ones with masks over their faces.  hyuck had saved the spot behind him for mark, which mark quickly took advantage of as he wrapped himself around the smaller boy, lightly brushing his nose along the back of hyuck’s neck.  they slept peacefully like that, until somebody stretched out and suddenly both jeno and mark were on the floor, on opposite sides of the bed as they groaned in unison.  their respective boyfriend(s) leaned over the edge to check on them, tears of laughter falling down their cheeks.  

when mark pulled hyuck down to join him on the floor, jeno clambered back up into the fluffy fortress they had made of blankets and pillows (hyuck soon admitted it was more of a nest than a fortress), and the three of them sprawled out so that there was no room for mark and hyuck, which led to the doggy pile that happened minutes later, after mark snuck a quick kiss from his beautiful boyfriend.  then, it turned into war as people were thrown off the bed and alliances were quickly formed and then broken, pillows tossed about and people being wrapped up in the blankets and forced to the ground.  

mark still has no idea how they managed to fit the five of them back on the bed, panting from exertion.  he just knows that he had the best sleep of his life, curled up behind hyuck and resting underneath jaemin’s arm.  

meanwhile, as markhyuck and norenmin napped, as luwoo made their way home, johnny and ten had made it back to their apartment in time to order takeout before the lunch rush hit and that’s where they stayed, eventually inviting doyoung and taeil over when they realized they couldn’t finish all the food.  ten somehow coerced doyoung into looking over wedding magazines with him, even though their wedding wasn’t going to be anywhere near as big and grand as the ones pictured.  the two of them poured over the pages, figuring out what they would actually need a professional for (aka, the cake and flowers) and what they could do at home, decorations wise.  it would only be their friend group, plus johnny’s parents as well as ten’s, and of course, whatever other family would attend, and the four gathered there already knew that ten would be putting the rest of their friends to work on whatever they could do.  

johnny and ten had already talked to some people and somehow managed to rent a whole hall at the edge of their university, and had already planned to cook all the food themselves to - hopefully - save money.  they would also be setting it up themselves, including the little altar and the chairs, along with all the decorations and tables for the dinner afterwards.  taeil was working on getting ordained so he could officiate their marriage, and they were both working on choosing their best men and groomsmen (which included some very intense games of rock, paper, scissors to decide who would get who).  they had also already gone in to get their fittings done for both of their suits, deciding to match enough to seem put together but still set apart from one another.  

it was a busy time for both of them, but as they sat in the living room of their little apartment with some of their best friends by their sides, eating whatever food had been ordered and looking over wedding magazines, pointing out the little things that they liked.  every once in a while, doyoung would smile that bright smile of his and point to something, poke taeil in the side and say “that’s what i want at our wedding one day”, and taeil would smile gently back and nod, while johnny and ten looked on with soft eyes at the two.  

however, the moment was ruined by the barrage of loud knocks that echoed through the apartment.  johnny got up to open the door, spotting a beaming yukhei and jungwoo right away, who pushed him back in the living room.  he sputtered unintelligibly, before they yelled in unison that they had news.  not just any news, news.  the group that was already gathered there just looked at them in confusion, until jungwoo lifted his hand and showed off the band that was situated on his ring finger, yukhei showing his as well a second later.  the group gaped at them, before ten was jumping to his feet and calling out his congratulations as he rushed yukhei first and caught him in a hug, and then jungwoo.  the rest weren’t far behind him, congratulating the newly engaged couple.  

yukhei and jungwoo joined in on their wedding planning, talking over things with ten as he excitedly showed them what they were planning on.  johnny watched, joining in on the excitement when needed but otherwise sitting back and realizing that this? this was his life now, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.  

[missnctyukhei]

NCT 127 (legal line) Reaction: Their s/o being skinny but having big boobs

Warnings: smut, sexual themes

Requests: NCT 127 reaction to their s/o being skinny but having big boobs😏 Thank u a/n: I wrote the normal NCT 127 legal line and then I missed someone…JUNGWOOOO!!!! Awww how could I forget him. I’m so happy that he is now in 127 ahhhhh ❤ I love him so much ❤❤❤

Taeil

He could not believe you were real the first time he saw you. You just put a few books on a shelf when he saw your profile. Your stomach was so slim, but your chest arched. His mouth watered and he bit his fist. He just thought about how you would look naked. How your breasts would bounce to the beat of his thrusts. The thought that your breast would fill more than his hand, made his heart flutter. As he watches you and imagines you lying in his bed, he noticed his blood move elsewhere. He was so in his thoughts that he did not recognized how the bump in his pants was getting bigger and bigger. But when his dick was already pushing against his pants, he knew that he could not just stand up like that. Somehow he had to calm down and hide his stand. But then you turn to him and gave him an irresistible smile. Taeil became more and more nervous, so he started to sweat. He leaned his torso over his midsection, so you could not see his predicament. But his body posture looked so awkward that you just looked at him confused and left. Next time, Taeil swore, he'd talk to you.

Johnny

You lay in bed and feel the warm hands of Johnny drive over your stomach. They kept moving up until they touched the wire of your bra. You take a deep breath as he pushes your bra up a bit. But he stopped halfway and watched the line connecting your breasts with your upper body. "Everything ok?" You sit up and look down in surprise at your boyfriend. "You have no scar." His eyes were still focused on the underside of your breasts. He should almost study it. "Yes, why should there be a scar?" "If they are operated, then there would be scars." You start to laugh and release yourself completely from your bra. You pull Johnny closer to you and kiss him passionately. "That's all real." The words make him shudder and he pushed you in the sheets.

Taeyong

When you started working as a sound assistant at SM, you never thought that sometimes it would take so long to record a song. Taeyong was ambitious and he did not want to go until everything was right. So you spent many nights in the recording studio, but you had a good time and earned good money. Taeyong and you had a good connection. Often you order something to eat so you have been fortified for the night. This time you ordered Indian food. Taeyong was just telling a story about his dog, when you had to laugh so hard, that you spilled your food a little over your white sweater. "I think I should wash it out, otherwise the curry never goes out again." You go out of the studio for a short time, wash your sweater, but it was too wet to put it on again. Thank god you had a top underneath, but it fitted tightly to your body and gave an insight into your décolleté. "And could you wash ..." Taeyong gasped when he saw you. His eyes went over your narrow silhouette up to your big breasts. He just could not look away. You always had big sweaters on and he never thought you would carry such big breasts under them. The rest of the evening he could hardly concentrate and you decided then to postpone the work to the next day.

Yuta

"Should I help you, Babe?" Yuta stood behind you and watched as you tried to get the water from the shower tap back to work.

"No, I'll have it soon." You turn around when suddenly the water started and splashed you from top to bottom. Your white shirt was completely transparent and the fabric revealed your entire breasts. The fabric fell over your small waist and above your nipple through. Yuta watched you closely and you see how a bump forms in his pants. It stimulated you that it made him so horny to see you like this. So you teased him a little and grab your breasts and massaging them a bit. He could not just watch you longer, because it should be his hands, which should lay on your chest. So he pushes you against the wall and his hard length pressed on your thigh. He wanted you. Now.

Doyoung

Doyoung was a gentleman. He would never reduce you to just one part of the body, but he was almost mesmerized by your breasts. Her tender body and then those powerful breasts, triggered something that felt like he was already starving for days. It was hard for him to pay attention when you talked about your job. Your body attracted him magically. Every time your fingers touched your décolleté, it made him shudder. He was hot and cold at the same time, he did not know how to handle all this. He wanted you, your body. He was electrified. But you did not give it that easy. You knew exactly where his eyes were pointing. Because at the end of your date, you just read it at your door. He should go hungry until he is finally released with your body.

Jaehyun

You look up at him with wide eyes as Jaehyun stood over you, while you lay in bed. His knees were around your small waist and in his hand he held his dick. He jerk himself off over your breasts and looked at you closely. You squeeze your breasts together, which made him moan. He loved the sight, that's what you knew.

"Oh God, your boobs made me so horny. I want to fuck them." He releases his hand from his cock and places his tip at the bottom between your breasts. He spat in his hand and spread the liquid around his cock. You still squeeze your boobs, but leaves them a little loose. Jaehyun pushed his cock between them and with fast movements he fucks your chest. With big eyes you look up to him and watch how he lost his mind over time. When he looked at you, he could not anymore and with a loud groan he spread his cum over your chest, up to the clavicle and up to your neck. Jaehyun took a deep breath and then he kissed you. "Fuck, you have the hottest breasts I've ever seen."

Winwin

"Omg they are so soft." Winwin squeezed your breasts and plays with them. "I think I've never had such big boobs in my hand." He was still focused on your upper body and keeps pushing gently with his fingertips. You start laughing and stroking your boyfriend's hair. Then he pushed up your shirt a bit, so that your breasts were free. He spread little pecks over your skin until he got stuck on your nipples. At first he played with them for a while, then he sucked and played with his tongue over them. You escaped a groan and bend your spine. Your hands are running down your waist. So gentle and loving could always begin the foreplay for you.

Jungwoo

Jungwoo was the guy who never use a girl for fun. For him, romance always played an important role. You've been dating for a while, but he kept his thin figure and big breasts never out of his mind. It made him crazy to see you in a tight shirt. If a nipple through the thin fabric was visible, it almost brought him over the edge. And at you first night together, he was very excited to see you naked. In his mind he had often imagined what your breasts would look like. Your foreplay was already intense, because you could not wait to touch him. But when you take off your bra and press your big breasts against his chest, he could not stand anymore and his climax came a little too early than expected. His whole orgasm was over your thigh and Jungwoo blushed in shame.

"I'm so sorry, but you were so ... your breasts ...." He stuttered, the poor boy was so nervous. But you kiss him and take his tension. You still had enough time to sleep together.

Mark

Your dress almost drove him crazy. His hands went over the fabric. He felt every muscle, every bone in you. He had to moan slightly as they straightened your breasts. Alone at the sight of your breasts his cock became hard. "Are you real?" He asked, looking up at you for a moment. You began to laugh and accept his question as a compliment. Mark continued to devote himself to your breasts. He squeezed it and tried to capture every angle. The music of the party boomed loudly out of the speakers and you were afraid that anyone could come to the bathroom anytime. "Are you fucking me now or do you just want to deal with my breasts?" Your question made him come back to reality and for a moment he was not sure if he could answer that question. But then you pull up your dress and lean over the sink. "If you take me from behind, you can stare at my breasts in the mirror." Mark did not let it be said twice and pulled down his pants as well.

[absolutelytoast]

Hostage - Lee Taeyong

This is my first imagine on here. It's written around Billie Eilish's song Hostage. 

Type - Fluff, Angst

Warnings - none

“I wanna be alone, alone with you, does that make sense?”

Taeyong looked up from his food, laughing at the dumb joke Mark had cracked. To be honest it was funny, Mark did have some funny jokes, just most of them were in English. Eleven boys sat at the table along with you, their smiles never faltering as they joked with each other.

Taeyong’s eyes flashed over and met yours, crinkling at the corners as he smiled softly. It had been like this for a long time now. All of Nct knew you were fond of each other, yet neither of you were willing to confront the other about it. It was a cliche wasn’t it? Yet, at the same time, both of you had made advances on one another. You would hold hands on weekly movie night, or he’d wrap his arm around you, whatever was most comfortable. Hugs lingered, he’d press chased kisses to your forehead. It was no normal friendship, but both of you were scared of making things official.

Haechan and Taeil took the job of clearing the table as the rest of the group, (127 + Ten) made their way to do their own things. It was the first day off in months. You followed Taeyong and Ten into the living room where Jungwoo and Winwin had thrown on a k-drama. They were stretched out on the couch beside each other, leaving little space for Ten to sit with them, while Taeyong sat on one of the living chairs. You sat yourself on the arm of the couch, trying to pay attention to the drama on the screen and ignore the itch to do something.

You moved to sit on the couch properly beside Ten, forcing Jungwoo and Winwin to move and make more room. You rested your arm on the armrest of the couch and played with the edge of it.

“You’re fidgeting.” Ten commented, looking over at you with a lopsided smile.

You returned the smile, placing your hands in your lap, lacing your fingers together to stop from picking at things. “I’m not use to getting a lot of time to relax like this.”

“You know you can still go dance, if you want?” Taeyong piped up, “The studio is open.”

You nodded, standing up from the couch. “That sounds good, I still need to work on that one move.”

The boys nodded as you made your way across the hall to “your dorm”. Being the only girl in a group of 10+ guys, your manager had requested you a suite across from the boy’s dorm so you’d have space away from the rowdy bunch. It made sense, it was a bit much being around them all the time, even though you loved them.

You quickly changed into your work out clothes and threw on a coat before heading out, towards SM Entertainment.

- “I don’t know what feels true.”

You plugged your phone into the speakers and turned the volume up, letting music fill the studio. You swayed a bit, getting into the slow song. You warmed up quickly before getting right to practising the choreography for “No Longer”, from the new comeback Regulate. Slowly you pushed through the song, letting your emotions fuel your movements as you dance.

The door to the studio cracked open as you finished the dance, ending on your knees, with your head down. A quiet clap came from just beside the door as you lifted your head to see who was there.

“I knew I’d find you here.”

You smiled, “Taeyong, I told you I was coming here.”

He smirked, making his way over to where your phone was and changing the song to something different. “Oh don’t get all technical on me now.”

Give Me Love, by Ed Sheeran played through the speakers and Taeyong reached for your hand. You placed yours in his, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. He let his other hand rest on your hip and pulled you closer to him, swaying you along with the song.

“You look pretty.” A small blush crept onto his cheeks as the words slipped out.

You averted your eyes, crimson creeping onto your cheeks as well. “Thank you.”

He spun you around as the chorus played and pulled you flush against him, resting his forehead against his. Swaying you through the rest of the song, eyes locked on each other, as the song played through.

“(Y/n), will you be mine?”

He could see the sparkle in your eyes as you smiled wide. “As long as you’ll be mine.”

Taeyong smiled wide and pecked your cheek, hugging you tightly against him.

“Finaly.” Was Ten’s reaction when you returned in each others arms.

Mark popped his head out from around the corner of his bedroom door. “Are you guys a thing yet?”

Taeyong giggled and pulled you tighter against him before nodding. “She said yes.”

Mark rolled his eyes, “You make it sound like you’re getting married.”

Johnny came in from the kitchen, a confused look on his face as he questioned Mark. “Who’s getting married?”

Mark pointed to You and Taeyong, a huge grin on his face. “Apparently these two.”

“Oh, shut it Mark.” You shook your head and pulled away from Tae as you made your way into the kitchen for a bottle of water.

“So, when’s the wedding?” Jisung’s voice echoed from the dining room, which triggered an uproar of laughs from the other Dreamies, who’d come over for lunch and help with homework.

You round the corner to get into the dining room and lean against the wall. “Get your homework done or you wont be invited.”

“OOHH!” The boys laughed at your comeback and you retreated into the living room with Taeyong.

“Yeah, you feel right so stay a sec.”

- A few months later

Taeyong’s arms wrapped around you from behind as you cuddled on the couch. You were pretty sure he was still asleep as you had been only a few moment earlier. You rolled over, trying not to wake your sleeping boyfriend. You admired the softness of his features as he slept. His grey dyed hair fell over his eyes and you gently brushed it back with your soft fingers.

He let out a content sigh and his brown eyes fluttered open. He flashed you a drowsy smile and pulled you closer to him, pressing his dry lips to your forehead.

“G’morning handsome.” You muttered against his neck.

He chuckled, his morning voice making it come out groggy. “Morning, my love.”

Taeyong checked his watch and grimaced, “Its seven thirty. We have to go down to SM in two hours.”

The padding of feet echoed through the dorm as Doyoung and Mark emerged from their rooms and into the bright living space. The muttered “good mornings” not forgetting to comment on how you’d fallen asleep on the couch while watching Pitch Perfect 2 again.

“Gold on your fingertips, fingertips against my cheek”

You shifted, pressing your lips to Taeyong’s before sitting up slowly and stretching. Taeyong rested his hand on your shoulder and let it trace your arm to your hand, where he laced his fingers with yours. Squeezing your hand before you stood up and pecked his cheek quickly before moving to the kitchen to grab another bottle of water for you and your boyfriend before having to go get ready for the meeting with SM.

Two arms wrapped around your waist and a kiss was placed on the base of your neck. “Are you looking forward to being given lines for the new comeback?”

You laughed, shoving your boyfriend off of you and handing him his water. “Yeah, but I think the fans are more concerned about Winwin, Yuta and Johnny getting lines, than me.”

He laughed and cracked the bottle open taking a gulp of water as Johnny, Taeil and Mark crammed into the kitchen for breakfast. The boys made small talk as they worked on breakfast around you, as you weren’t feeling hungry at the moment. Mark cracked another lame joke and Johnny shoved him out of the kitchen causing the other boys to laugh.

When everyone was up and had eaten, you slipped away to get dressed for the day.

Sitting at the large table across from Taeyong, you listened to your managers and some of the SM employees as they walked you through the concept of the next album and how the lyrics should be written. They showed you sample songs that you could use and asked if anyone had questions.

Taeyong raised his hand. “I’ve been working on a song for a while now, do you think we could use it?”

He pulled out a paper from his pocket and winked at you before reading out some of the lyrics he had. “Your palms pressed to mine, sway to the beat of our hearts. Hearts pump loud in our ears, in a dance of two. Just you and I.”

Your manager looked between the two of you, your cheeks flushed pink as Taeyong read his work. “I suppose it would fit the concept.”

Another man walked in smiling at the boys and you before tapping the manager on the shoulder and whispering something in her ear. She nodded and looked up at you.”

“Taeyong and (Y/n), you’re this man needs to talk to you in the hall please.”

You looked over at Taeyong who was already looking at you. He stood up and you followed suit as you followed the man into the hallway.

When the door closed behind you, the man faced Taeyong and you. “We need to talk about your relationship.”

Taeyong’s face flashed with worry as he looked at you.

The man cleared his throat. “We don’t usually intervene much in relationships between artists, but we’re worried.”

“Intervene?” You asked, blinking rapidly and shaking your head. “What do you mean intervene?”

The man cleared his throat. “Your managers and the higher ups don’t think your relationship is good for you.”

“What?” Taeyong interjected, frustration laced behind his words. “What are you talking about, why would our relationship be bad for us? (Y/n) is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“And maybe in a year, you guys can be together, but not right now.” The man said firmly. “(Y/n) is new to the industry and we don’t want her, or you Taeyong, getting extra hate from jealous fans.”

“We can deal with the hate, I don’t care about the hate.” You argue. “I- I love him, you can’t take that away from me.”

The man cleared his throat. “I respect you, (y/n) I really do, but your relationship has to end for now. I’m sorry.”

He looked between the two of you before nodding and walking back down the hall, away from Taeyong and you.

“Just let me hold you”

Tears dripped down your cheeks as you reached for Taeyong’s hand. He gripped your hand tightly and pulled you to him, wrapping himself around you. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” You cried quietly as the realization hit you.

Taeyong pulled away from you, holding your face in his hands and looking into your eyes. “We can make this work.”

“It’s not like me to be so mean, you’re all I wanted.”

More tears dripped down your cheeks and you pushed him away. “No.”

This was his career, his dream. You couldn’t risk him loosing that.

Through his eyes, those beautiful, sad doe eyes, you could see his heart break. “(Y/n).”

You back away, away from him. “I’m sorry, Taeyong.”

You could see tears drip down his cheeks as you turned away from him.

Nearly a year later.

Your stylist finished up your makeup and hair, as she wrapped up her story about her little girl. She smiled at you, admiring her work and nodding for you to get up and wait for your cue to go onstage with your group.

You straightened out your white dress shirt, tucking it into your suit pants, while another stylist fixed flowers into the pockets of your pants and shirt. You thanked her and made your way to wait with the rest of the boys.

You took your place beside Johnny and stood tall, to try and make up the large height difference. Taeyong emerged from the other side of the room. His floral shirt tucked into black dress pants to match the rest of Nct. His light pink hair was cut short and messy as it had been in Cherry Bomb, and here was a flower pinned into it.

He caught your eye and smiled sadly.

You returned it, holding in the urge to run to him and pull him into your arms.

As your group was ushered out, Taeyong and Mark first, you took a breath and swallowed the lump in your throat, wiping away the single tear that slipped down your cheek.

“Golds fake and real love hurts.”

“Just let me hold you, hold you, like a hostage.”

[ihobii]

Battle Cry

Fandom(s): NCT

Type: One-shot

Part: Whole Story

Summary: " ‘Charge!!!'A battle cry was suddenly heard signaling the start of the war. At the sound of the cry both sides immediately sprung into action. Numerous shouts can be heard from the warriors. “

Or in other words two teams made up of NCT members end up in an ultimate battle with one another.

(Members may be ooc. Location is the house in NCT Life in Paju. Loosely based on NCT ‘Switch’ MV.)

Third Person Pov:

“Charge!!!” A battle cry was suddenly heard signaling the start of the war. At the sound of the cry both sides immediately sprung into action. Numerous shouts can be heard from the warriors.

In the center of it all two leaders approached each other. Ten from the south side and Taeyong from the north. Full of tension, their intense stare off could only be legendary for stories to come.

Staring into each other’s eyes, waiting for the other to make the first move. Liquid from the warriors soaking them to the core, while bodies continue to fall left and right from attacks.

Then, suddenly, one of the warriors miscalculated their aim and ended up shooting towards the face off. Alarmed, both leaped towards cover to not get hit. Thus signaling the official start of NCT’s annual water war.

Ten Pov:

Taking cover behind a tree, I observe the situation at hand.

Mark and Haechan are nowhere in sight. Slightly alarmed, I put up my guard wondering who is going to be on the receiving end of those two little devils pranks.

Last year those two manage to trick Taeil-hyung into their little trap by Mark pretending to be hurt then promptly soaking hyung with water once he got close enough and proceeded to signal Haechan to do his part which was to dump a bucket full of glitter on him.

A classic prank. He still finds glitter in the oddest places to this day.

Looking around the clearing while still on alert I spot one of the most comical sights I have ever seen. China-line, the most fluffiest of people, in an ‘intense’ battle against each other. Renjun and Chenle vs Kun-hyung and Winwin.

Continuing my observation I see Taeil-hyung, Hansol-hyung, and Jaehyun vs Johnny-hyung, Doyoung-hyung and Yuta-hyung in one of the most vicious battle with water balloons I have ever seen. Shivers run up my spine as I witness their intensity making me glad I’m not in it.

“Ahhhh!!” Hearing a yell, my attention was brought to porch of the house where I spot Jaemin and Jeno attacking Mark and Haechan. Haechan must’ve been the one to scream once realizing that their hideout was blown.

Pride came over me once I saw how my teammates Jaemin and Jeno managed to sneak up on Mark and Haechan thus starting chaos from the pranksters.

Looking around for a certain dangerous duo and not spotting them makes me get on high alert as they can be anywhere.

Hearing a rustling sound from the bushes in back of me, I immediately turn to face it while bringing my weapon up to protect myself. A second later the deadly duo appears. Taeyong-hyung and our maknae, Jisung. The latter looking paler than usual.

Jisung Pov:

Once Taeyong-hyung made it back to our side, I left my spot which was behind Jaehyun-hyung. Making my way over to my favorite hyung meant that I would have to go through the middle of the epic 3 on 3 water balloon battle so I tell the hyungs what I was trying to do.

Seeing that they weren’t listening I got up from my crouched position and did a gesture to the other team as to say 'What? You going to hit the maknae?’.

They, meaning Yuta-hyung, Johnny-hyung and Doyoung-hyung, seized fire just as I thought because they don’t want to face the wrath of Taeyong-hyung if I were to get hit.

Thinking back on why the hyungs were so scared of Taeyong-hyung I started to laugh a little.

*Flashback*

It was three years ago. That time it was Mark-hyungs team against Haechan-hyungs team. I was Haechan-hyungs team while Taeyong-hyung was on Mark-hyungs team.

At the time, I was trying to sneak past the battlefield so that I could get a good shot at Jeno-hyung. What I didn’t expect was Hansol-hyung to tackle Johnny-hyung and for them to come crashing down on me.

If that wasn’t already as bad as it is. Chenle-hyung and Renjun-hyung both just had to jump in the mess. So that made it 4 people who were on me and 2 of which were full grown adults!

No one apparently felt that I was under them so it was a few minutes before everyone got up. I was only 11 at that time so I was still small. So imagine all that weight on top of someone who isn’t even 100lbs yet!

Once they got up and saw that I was still on the ground they got a little scared thinking they might’ve broken one of my bones. Which at that time it sure felt like it!

So it’s me on the floor holding my arm while curled up in a little ball. Tears started to form in my eyes due to the pain making all the hyungs start to panic. They were never really good with tears in the first place.

It was not until I let out a small whimper that everybody else realized what was going on. Everyone had froze for a few seconds until the groups 'moms’ started to rush over.

“Aigoo!! My baby! Are you okay!?! Who do I need to hurt!? Who hurt my baby Jisung!?” Taeyong all but shouted while pulling me onto his lap and cradled me like you would a baby.

“What happened?! Who did this? Do you need to go to the hospital? Did anything crack? Who do I need to punish?” Doyoung asked while trying to pull my arm from where I was cradling it.

“H-h-h-hyung i-it h-h-hurts!!” I hiccuped. As soon as I said that Taeyong-hyung immediately looked at my arm and then back up to the offenders.

“If I find out that my baby got hurt, I’m gonna add 3 hours to your dance practice for 5 days. Oh so help me lord if I ever cook for you guys in the next month.” Taeyong-hyung had threatened all the while keeping me in his lap and comforting me.

*Flashback End*

I wasn’t hurt that day except for a few minor bruises. After that day, everyone was careful around me especially the more bigger hyungs because they didn’t want to go without Taeyong-hyungs cooking as it was everyone’s favorite.

Coming up to Taeyong-hyung, I give him a little hug as a greeting. (Anyone else do that when they greet their friends?)Hyung then ruffled my hair and told me our plan.

“Ten is going to be behind one of those trees across the yard. So what we do is we hide behind those bushes and move as carefully as possible to wherever he is then attack. Arasso?” Nodding along to the plan we quickly and stealthily moved towards the bushes.

Finding Ten-hyung quickly, we moved to the bushes right behind him. Crouching down I started to feel a ticklish feeling on my arm. Turning my head to see what it was I was hit instantly with fear. There. On my arm. Crawling. Was a huge spider.

Freezing on the spot I try to signal hyung to save me.

Taeyong Pov:

When we separated I immediately went for cover. Looking around I spot Jisungie heading my way. Taking this time to actually look at him I couldn’t help but get all nostalgic at how fast he’s growing.

Soon he wouldn’t need me that much anymore like he did all those years ago. It’s a sad thought but he’ll always be my baby.

Once he reached me we hugged and I then told him my plan to win this battle.

“Ten is going to be behind one of those trees across the yard. So what we do is we hide behind those bushes and move as carefully as possible to wherever he is then attack. Arasso?” Seeing his nod we preceded to rush towards the bushes so there’s no one that can spot us.

Getting to the bushes it was quite easy to spot Ten as he was wearing a bright orange jacket. I mean really if you’re gonna hide in between trees at least wear something less noticeable. But as he is my enemy at the moment anything to help is best.

Crouching down just a few feet behind him I felt Jisungie freeze up. Looking towards him I see what got him to act like that was just a spider. Cracking a barely audible laugh I swat the thing away. I must’ve hit Jisung harder than I thought because not a second later he lost his balance and fell into the bush.

After making sure he was okay albeit looking a bit pale we both stood up knowing our cover was blown.

Third Person Pov:

As Taeyong and Jisung stood both holding their weapon. Ten had also brought up his own weapon. The offenders proceeded to dive into a tense standoff.

Suddenly before the duo could process what had happened, Ten had shot Jisung with his water gun. All the while Taeyong was too shocked to even move.

Jisung clutched where he was hit while pointing at the offending hyung. Then preceding to fall down to act the part of being shot.

“You!!” He had shouted. At the shout everyone had paused their own little mini battle to look at where the shout came from.

After all it wasn’t everyday you hear the normally shy maknae shout.

Taeyong by then had finally gotten out of his shock and stared at Ten like he just murdered his puppy.

Ten Pov:

Seeing the intense stare that Taeyong-hyung was giving after I shot Jisung I tried to negotiate.

“H-hyung let’s talk this out, yeah?” I tried to question with a nervous laugh only to be met with a smirk.

“Oh we’ll talk this out alright.” He answered in a mischievous voice.

Getting nervous I tried looking around for any help from my teammates only to be met with sympathetic smiles. Obviously everyone was wondering was hyung was gonna do.

While doing so Taeyong-hyung had tackled me to the ground. In the suddenness of the tackle I had dropped my water gun leaving me defenseless although I wouldn’t be able to use it anyway since my arms were pinned to my sides by his knees.

Who knew hyungs legs were so strong?! I’ve tried to wiggle my way out but my attempts were futile since hyung wanted revenge for Jisung. I swear he thinks Jisung is his actually son, Jisungie returning the affection is no help to that either.

Then Taeyong-hyung threw his water gun on the floor next to us and looked me straight in the eye. He raised his arms up in a surrender motion but I knew he wasn’t surrendering. I was proven right when he wiggled his fingers and gave me a smirk. With an evil glint to his eyes he moved his hands closer and closer to me.

As his hands moved closer to my stomach I realized what he was trying to do. Once his hands were on my stomach he started his attack of tickling me knowing that I’m very much ticklish.

“AHHHH HYUNG!!!!! HAHAHAHAHA- stop I can’t breathe! HAHAHA Taeil-hyung-HAHA-I’ll never call-HAHA-you short again can you -HAHAHA-help me?! HAHA Johnny-hyung?!? Hahahahaha-Mark-ah come-HAHA- save me-HAHA-from this devil!!! Anyone?!” I tried asking but seeing no one coming to my aid I had to go through the torture. Traitors.

Seeing hyung not stopping anytime soon I finally relented. “HAHAHA! STOP HYUNG!!HAHAHA!! OKAY OKAY I GIVE!! HAHAHAHA-HYUNG!!! STOP!! I GIVE UP!! HAHAHA-I’m sorry I-HAHAHA-shot your-HAHAHA- precious Jisungie!! YOU WIN!! HAHAHA-NOW GET OFF OF ME-HAHAHAHA!!” Even as I pleaded hyung still didn’t stop so I had to deal with the attack for about five minutes until hyung decided to give me mercy.

When he got up I stayed on the ground gasping for air while glaring at the onlookers. Pabos didn’t even help me.

Getting up I looked to my team members while huffing.

“And you guys couldn’t have helped your leader because?” I asked.

“We like Taeyong-hyungs cooking.” Was all they replied. Deciding that it was a reasonable answer we took our loss and decided to take a break.

Third Person Pov:

Soon enough everyone was laying on the grass all mixed together. China-line were all together sitting on back porch while talking about something in Chinese. Mark and Haechan were again arguing whether or not the reason they were caught was because of Haechans loudness or Marks poor choice of a hideout. Jeno, Jisung, Jaemin, Taeil, Yuta, Doyoung, and Taeyong were all on a picnic blanket eating a snack. The latter two of the bunch having an argument about some random thing while Jisung cuddled up to Taeyong. The last 4 of the group, Johnny, Hansol, Ten, and Jaehyun were just throwing a frisbee around occasionally earning a scolding from the oldest hyung about almost hitting everyone else.

Thus concluded NCT’s annual water war. When two teams are against each other at the moment of it all but at the end of the day they are one group; a family. They are NCT.

[annctzen]

NCT Appreciation post

Ok so today is my Birthdy (15!!) so I wanted to make an appreciation post of NCT because I love them very much and they were the first group to get me to Kpop!!

Ok lets start!

Taeyong - A great leader of NCT, Just imagine how hard it was for him to deal with all those bad rumors that were going on when they debuted, but he kept it in and even APOLOGIZED about it even though it was a fake rumor. He is really strong and great mom for dreamies. I wish I could meet him and hug him and tell him all of this ❤️ I Love you stay tack❤️

Taeil - Ummmm can he get please get appreciate more because I feel like he is very underrated and not love enough! I mean DID U HEAR HIM SINGING? Huh? huh?? Because his voice could literally melt someone ears, people who recorded NCT’s songs are blessed ok? And he is so beautiful yet not really expressing much, I hope he will be more open and comfortable, ❤️I LOVE YOU MOON TAEIL❤️

Johnny - Firts of all let’s all take a moment and think that this guy trained for 9 years where Jisung was ONLY 6 at that time BISH! He is so tall and attractive I need a moment to process this all in my brain because he is a package full of talent and visual. I WILL SWIM TO KOREA ANF FIGHT SM HE NEED MORE LINE STHANK YOU! ❤️And Johnny please don’t imitate parrot ever again I love you❤️

Yuta - Ok but his voice is so beautiful in Back 2 U have u listened to it? His love for Winwin is so adorable and OMG HE IS SO HANDSOME when I showed my non-Kpop friend his picture she literally fell off from bed and started screaming and saying he is so beautiful! No joke! His dancing is a thing that need more attention bc in Good thing MV have you seen it? That like my favorite part ok?! ❤️I love you Yuta arigato man for your talent❤️

Doyoung - Ok but his purple hair was blessing alrigt? And omg him releasing the Star Blossom (ft. Sejeong) on my birthdays is so cute I can’t ;-; I find his voice very special and so smooth idk its hard to describe his voice but it’s so smooth and high idk I just LOVE WHEN HI SING! ❤️My little bunny that I love so much❤️

Ten - Omg Tennieee 😭 I missed you very much I hope you are feeling better and your knee is good now. We have not seen you in for a long time but we have been blessed when you released Dream in A Dream with that magical choreo that you slayed. NCTzens will be waiting for you! Don’t rush your health comes first we really miss you and can’t wait to see you❤️10/10 that’s how much I love him❤️

Jaehyun - He lived in America for 5 years already! WHAAAT?! Ikr, anyways, can I just say that how handsome he is? Everytime I see him I get this weird feeling that I really want to kiss him (but I’m too young ;-;) OK BUT HIM RAPPING IS A CONCEPT OK? He literally killed that part in fire truck!! And I dare you to watch his fancam right now and just admire how good he dances❤️Jaehyun!!! Always stay handsome as ever❤️

Winwin - Winwin has Wonwon parts in 0mile which everyone is blessed. I just really want to talk about how brave it was for him to move to South Korea from China (KNOWING NO HANGUL) and joining SM, top 3 biggest companies. Just imagine, I’m waiting. His flip in fire truck still make me shook and can watch that part nonstop tbh, but I really do want him to get even more lines!! ❤️Winwin please keep on learning Hangul! You shevdivar improved so much over the year even your group mates are amazed as well!!❤️

Mark - Ok but how hard working he is do you know? Welp time to learn if you don’t; He is in 3 sub units, and he basically has been practicing this whole (2016/17) year. I mean he just turned 18 2 months ago and started rapping “Long ass ride” at 16, I am..speechless. I don’t have to mention this he is loved by everyone I mean come on how can you not like this any lion of sunshine? Right? And his rapping is just SO GOOD IM GONNA FLIP RN! ❤️MARK I LOVE YOU PLEASE CONTINUE TO BLESS US AND DO WHATEVER MAKES YOU HAPPY DEAR❤️

Renjun - A very innocent boy righ? :] nope (innocent ones are not to be trusted) considering that you are choking half of the dreamies playfully DOES NOT STOP ME FROM LOVING YOU! Nah ah bish you thought! His voice is just like Doyoungs it’s undescribebly beautiful and hard to express how he sound it’s like...uGhh I love him! Just like Taeil Renjun is not really open, he seems like he is lost in his own world sometimes (like me) but we want to learn more from you Renjun! Be open to your members ❤️RENJUN! There is no word in a dictionary to describe

Jeno - LEE JENO IS FUN OK? He became so open in this comeback and has changed so much!! His blonde hair suits him so well and he is so handsome and talented and a good dancer that OMG He deserves to be called main dancer along with Jisung tbh. His rap is my fave part in We Young I am not even kidding! ❤️Jeno Plead continue to bless us with your talent and visuals And remember I am voting for you in #100MostHansomeFaces along with Taeyong❤️

Haechan - My Shinshine😍 Do you know how much I love and support you? You are so strong just like Taeyong, dealing with those awful rumors but still holding it in at such a young age. Your voice makes me feel like I am in heaven and and literally makes me very soft and makes me want to kiss your forehead❤️ Please Remember NCTzens love you no matter what❤️

Jaemin - Eh, since I’ve joined late in the fandom I did not get to know you very well ;-; I ‘be watched videos but it did not help since they are old. But considering that I’ve never got a chance to know you better, I still have a special place for you in my heart! I will be a big hype girl when you will comeback! I hope you are feeling better and smiling everyday my little bean ❤️Please eta and take care we will be waiting for your comeback whether it is with Dreamies or a new unit! I am excited to get to know you better❤️

Chenle - U little bean full of happiness and energy😁Just Like Winwin Hyung came to Korea knowing no Hangul, is you but younger version of him! You’ve learned so much Hangul that you are almost fluent now can you imagine? AND HIS VOICE IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND CLAMING IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN HIM SINGING DURING HIS PREDEBUT THEN PLEASE WATCH IT! ❤️ Lele please continue to smile and be happy everyday! You are a predebut kind along with Ten and Johnny😎❤️

Jisung - MAKNAEEEE! You are so tall and handsome you should really know that! YOU CUTE LITTLE RAP IN WE YOUNG IS SO CTACHY IT GETA STUCK IN MY HEAD AND HIS DANCING IS JUST SO AMAZING AND SHARP THAG THERE ARE NO WORS TO DESCRIBE IT! Jisung you are very talented kid, but SM seems to not realize because they don’t give you enough lines ;-; ❤️I LOVE YOU JISUNGIEE❤️