#haha johnny doesn't even show up for like half of this sorry

[dojae-huh]

hi:)! i’m a new nctzen,i found out about nct maybe 3 months ago? so i don’t really know much about anything haha. Anyways,since i found this blog,i have to say my perspective of jaedo has changed; mostly bc i used to be a dotae/taedo enthusiast,but some of the things i saw recently have made me question that. So i wanted to ask if there’s any timeline that you might’ve done in the past that could make me see things a little better,or,if you don’t mind,could you tell me more about the confession period? I’m really intrigued by that. Also if it’s not too much,I wanted to ask about the johndo fall out,do we know when it happened? From the recent content it seems as if they’re closer than ever,and I also think part of that is bc when Ty inevitably goes to military service it’s going to be quite hard on dy🥺,so he’s going to be relying on jn A LOT I feel like. Anyways sorry for the super long ask,have a great day!

Hi, welcome to the fandom.

I suggest you form your own opinion about the boys by watching official content (YT shows on NCT channels and appearences on programmes like Weekly Idol) rather then listening to the fans on twitter. I've noticed that even me, who is a very stubborn person, get my perception of idols changed due to influence of others (the annoyance from the stans is transferred by association on their bias). I have to do "reality check" and correct my view of an idol from time to time, get rid of the accumulated slime of prejudice.

I do have a post with a timeline of sorts, however, I won't be able to find it now. I'm certain JaeDo got together in Spring of 2018, probably in May. I strongly suspect Jaehyun confessed during the last days of 2016 and was initially rejected. I think it because Doyoung was in denial about his orientation and was spooked. He took half a year or so to think about the ordeal, then another half a year to weight in all the options, and a few months to become certain about his final decision and find the right moment for his own confession.

Jaehyun once said he is the type to tell his feelings straight out, to confess. He probably chose the end of 2016 because: a) Doyoung became a fixed part of 127, the future together in one unit was guaranteed, b) Jaehyun turned 20 (Korean age), he became an adult, so could demand to be treated as a grown up, seriously, and not as a child (you will see fans talking about Jae being the original nest baby, the first maknae, he was Do's cute dongsaeng), c) some Doyoung's actions/words could have made Jae be positive Do is also into boys.

The confession period has its own tag. The list of tags is in the header.

I don't follow any Johnny or JohnDo accs, so I don't notice the changes as quickly as with JaeDo. It is mostly other fans who alert me about changes with other neos and I start paying close attention to see for myself if their suspicions are true. Doyoung had a fall out with both Ten and Johnny around NCT2020. We don't know the reason. I can't tell if it was a one big fight or things worsened over time. Johnny and Doyoung promoted in different teams, so didn't interact much. The tension became apparent during 2021 and 2022 lives and programmes. The way they interacted and reacted to each other changed, the comfortable easiness to their rapport dissapeared. Johnny succeded in making Doyoung forgive him by the end of 2022. Currently they are back to how they were in the past, they even do lives together.

Most neos fought at one point or another. Even TaeDo. Doyoung even consulted a manager what he should do about him not getting along with Tae, and got a reply "deal with it, you will work together anyway".

I don't think JohnDo has anything to do with Tae. Doyoung doesn't rely on Johnny emotionally the way you suggest. He is "the oldest brother" in the unit. JohnTaeDo never formed a close-knit trio of their own. It was always JohnTae/TaeDo/JohnDo. If anyone, I expect Do to rely on Haechan as support more in the upcoming years when he will be the leader of the unit.

[vickyvicarious]

max, johnny, and the very important mission (bmw 2)

bullymagnet week, day two: heist

Since the plan is to make one cohesive story out of these, I’d suggest reading day one first.

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“Mr. Spender, I need your help!”

It’s not exactly unusual for one of the Activity Club members to come bursting into the room with a dramatic one-liner. Actually, it’s probably far weirder for any of them to make their presence known like normal people, but Max usually does his best to bring down the curve on this one. Pair that up with his reluctance to ask for help in general, and… he would’ve expected more of a reaction, honestly.

“Oh, good afternoon, Max,” Spender mutters, flipping a page of his magazine. He doesn’t even bother to look up. “Yes, your pop quiz was a little below normal for you.”

“I’ve only been here like a week, you don’t know my normal,” Max retorts, frustrated. “Not that I ever expect to see ‘normal’ again… But, anyway, this isn’t about school!”

At this, Spender does perk up. “A spirit? Report!”

“…Not a spirit, per se,” Max shrugs. “More of a… Starchman situation?”

“STARCH-SIT!” Ed bursts into the room, followed by Isabel twirling her new umbrella around her wrist with a fierce grin. As Ed continues talking, he and she begin spontaneously fencing with their tools, leaving Isaac blocked in the doorway, scowling. “Man, I love those! What was it this time? Quoteathon? The Great Tremble? Oh, did he bring out The Noodle?”

“What? No. No. What is that stuff? No.” Max sighs, turning back to Spender. “He confiscated something that belongs to me, can you help me get it back?”

Ed just laughs mysteriously.

“Max! How could you lose y–” Cutting himself off with a quick glance to Isabel, Spender changes tacks with a sigh: “What did you do to make him confiscate your tool? Were you magnetizing things in class?”

“No. It’s weird enough that I’ve been carrying a baseball bat around everywhere, you really think I’m gonna draw attention to it like a numbskull?” The looks Max gets suggest that yes, everyone does think exactly that. Jerks, the lot of them.

“Well, your pop quiz suggests – ”

“There was a spirit on my desk eating that test! You saw it! You sparkled at it!”

“The fact remains, even Isaac gets good grades with spirits around.” The boy still trapped in the doorway perks up a little, until Spender continues, “Well, not in art.”

“Heh.” Max can’t help snickering at that one, despite the betrayed look Isaac shoots him. But he’s quick to get back on track – this is a serious matter, after all. “I only said I don’t really like The Hobbit, can you just help me get my property back?”

Spender sighs again, with feeling.

“Who doesn’t like The Hobbit, Max?” He shakes his head despairingly, and Max rolls his eyes. So sue him for preferring sci-fi. “I really shouldn’t encourage so much flaunting of the school rules – Isabel, your turn to watch the security cameras. I suppose I’ll be busy walking young Max down to the office to plead his case…”

“Max has his bat,” Isaac points out.

“Yes, it’s really not a good idea to separate a new spectral from their tool for long, we all know that Isaac – wait. You do have your bat.”

“I never said he took my bat,” Max grumbles, glaring at Isaac. There’s a stupid triumphant glint in his eyes; Max is totally going to remember how petty he is. He’ll be twice as petty back over this. “He took my hat! I need it back!”

As one, everyone turns to him with silent, yet expressive faces.

Do you really think I, a Teacher, would stand against the ancient teacherly art of Confiscation unless a tool were involved? Spender asks.

Gee, Max, that’s lame. Never knew you were so lame. It’s just a stupid hat, Isabel opines.

I wonder if I made a paint oven, could I cook a spectral potato? Hot potato hot! …Ed.

Ha ha ha that’ll show you, don’t make fun of my dumb drawings ha ha ha I win, gloats Isaac.

“Fine! I don’t need your help anyway!” Max yells, and storms out of the room.

The problem is, he doesn’t even know where Starchman keeps the stuff he confiscates. Normally the teacher’s desk would be a good bet, but this is Starchman. Max vaguely recalls a treasure chest his first day. The English teacher is way too terrifying to just ask for his hat back, and there’s no way he’s just waiting around until he manages to earn twenty-five stars to get it back.

Honestly, he’s not sure if it even counts as confiscation when you require students to pay you to get their stuff back, but the stars aren’t actually real money. Even if no one seems to ever remember that fact. Even the vending machine by the cafeteria accepts them, to say nothing of that school store.

Maybe, if it were just a matter of a day or two, Max would be willing to grit his teeth and wait it out… but collecting twenty-five stars would by all indications take a lot more time and effort. No, there’s got to be some way he can steal it back…

“Ow!”

Even though Max is the one who ends up knocked to the ground, Johnny gets mad. And he wasn’t even the one Max bumped into.

“Ollie,” the bully snarls, cracking his fists with that signature menacing grin, “what little punk dares to bump into my friend?”

The big lug blinks contemplatively down at Max, who rolls his eyes.

“He’s a nerd,” he decides.

“A nerd?!” Johnny’s voice gets more than a little bit insane, his grin ratcheting wider. Max can hear those tires screeching again. “Y’boys know how I feel ‘bout nerds.”

“You wish some of them actually wore suspenders ‘cuz snapping them seems like it’d be fun,” Stephen contributes with a grin, Ollie and RJ nodding seriously.

“No, not that feel, the mean feel!”

“I mean, that feel’s kinda mean too,” Max interjects.

“Yeah, Puckett, but it’s not like punch mean, you get me?” Johnny does a double-take. “Wait. Max?”

All of a sudden, Max finds himself lifted to his feet, brushed off in like fifteen different directions by what feels suspiciously more like nine arms than eight (a ghost?), and his right hand receives another weird Johnny slap-biff-punch-shake-clasp greeting. He’s fairly certain it’s not the same one as last time, but he doesn’t know if that’s because he’s moved up in Johnny’s book, or if they’re both just completely random. At the end, Johnny just stands there, giving him this weird stare.

“You look different, man,” Stephen says.

“Yeah, that’s cause Starchman confiscated my hat,” Max snarls, rage returning as he remembers the injustice done to him. “That thing is basically part of my head!”

“Oooooooh,” Johnny’s gang agree. “Yeah, that’s it. You look naked, dude.”

“You look like a nerd,” Johhny says. “That’s just not right.”

“I thought you thought I was a nerd, though? I mean… you broke into my house to call me one in the middle of the night only like a couple days ago.” Max hoists his heavily-graffitied cast as proof.

“Y-yeah,” Johnny says, cheeks flushing. “But. You don’t normally look like a nerd. Yer all… stealth-nerd. Normally.”

“Did. Did you just say my hat makes me look cool.”

“T-this kid needs a hat, stat!” Johnny roars, and leaps at RJ, trying to tug off their hood. “RJ, c’mon, it’s a sacrifice for the greater good! Gotta cover his, his stupid, uh bald head. Yeah!”

…That sounds like a yes.

Max ducks his head, scratching at his hair, grinning a little. When he looks up, it’s to Johnny staring at him again, frozen, with one hand in RJ’s mouth and the other hovering mid-air.

“W-what?”

“……Nothun’. Ollie, Stephen: extraction.” The two boys help Johnny to prise his hand out of RJ’s mouth, a task that takes a couple of minutes. They all act like this is usual stuff for them, but Max is very concerned about what this implies for RJ’s bite strength, and makes a note not to touch the hood any time soon.

Still, Johnny’s got a point. Max needs a hat. Not just any hat. He needs the hat his mom gave him, the one that makes him look cool. And, well, he was just thinking about how hard it would be to do this alone…

“Johnny,” he says carefully, well aware that maybe this counts as making a deal with the devil or whatever. “Johnny, uh, do you want to steal back my hat with me?”

Johnny’s face is – yeah. Definitely the devil.

“Do I ever, MAX,” he exclaims, suddenly at his side, arm clasped over his shoulders. “Do. I. Ev-arr. Yes! Yes Max I EVER SO DO -”

“Great we got it you like crime,” Max mutters, trying to at least pretend like he regrets this decision.

Twenty minutes later, after one strategy meeting, one hoist into the vents, ten minutes getting lost in the vents, and one spent hovering in the ceiling trying to think of a cool way to jump down without bumping his cast. After some frantic hiding beneath the desk and a lot of attempts at lockpicking the treasure chest and Johnny finally just kicking the lock off with a roar that brings Mr. Starchman back into the room moustache a-tremble and wielding what Max realizes in horror must be The Noodle -

Twenty minutes later, he finds himself bolting down a stairwell, screaming in mutual terror with Johnny at his side, when their escape is foiled by Cody, Violet, and Jeff walking up the steps chatting. The only free space next to them is filled up by a small spectral goat on two hooves wearing a ridiculously huge backpack, so there’s no way through. Well, on the steps anyway, but Max manages to leap up and rebound off the wall, flipping over them and landing in the hallway beyond. Freedom awaits him in the form of the open front doors to the school, and for a second he’s tempted, but…

Johnny’s tangled in a heap with the other kids on the last few steps, and if Max runs now he’ll probably start punching his way out. Jeff has had it rough enough lately, what with the spirit possession and all.

He pretends that’s why he goes back to offer Johnny a hand up, followed only moments later by a pool noodle lasso landing round both their necks with (he could swear) a spectral yeehaw! echoing in the air.

He pretends real hard.

[ressyfaerie]

Hello! For the fic request, is it possible for you to write something about Europen Team/ Majestics going on a vacation to Japan?

Honestly I don't know how much detail I should give, or if you want to write about this at all. If you prefer, shoot me any KaiTaka moments and I'll be content haha

(I prefer sub names but it doesn't matter much)

So I’ve never written ANYTHING about the Majestics before but I really enjoyed this! I’m not used to their Japanese names so if I messed up anywhere don’t take it personally- lol. I might have accidentally made them too privileged and rich but you know what it's cute in the end I promise lol.

“It’s not *exactly* a vacation, but let’s make the most of it!” Giancarlo spread his arms wide taking in all of the sun. 

Ralf sighed as he walked behind his team watching over them, like always. 

“What’s wrong Ralf?” Olivier asked in a concerned tone, he really did know what was wrong, he was just working on his teamwork. 

“I hate visiting here.”

“How come?” Johnny asked, also sort of hating it here.

“I hate the food, the people, the cars, the transportation, infrastructure, all of it.” 

“I love it!” Olivier boasted, “the food is great! The people are nice-”

“Yeah yeah let’s just get to Tyson’s house and get it over with-

“Dojo” Giancarlo corrected him.

“A what now?” Johnny wrinkled his eyebrows confused about culture, again. 

“Dojo. It’s like a-”

Johnny cut Olivier off. “Don’t care. I’ll figure it out when I get there.”

After getting confused about Japanese transportation and infrastructure Ralf ended up calling his own private car and driver to pick them up from the airport to take them to Tyson’s dojo.

 When they arrived, all of them could admit the dojo was impressive. 

“Wow it’s so cool!” Olivier hung his jaw low in awe. 

“It’s alright, not many people could live here.” Johnny crossed his arms, pretending it just wasn’t cool at all. 

“Well- Let’s get this over with.” Ralf rolled his eyes.

Thankfully Rei was the one to approach them.

Thank god they all thought: We won’t have to knock on the door. 

“Hey guys! Welcome to Tyson’s 18th birthday party! He’s going to be so stoked when he shows up and everyone’s here!” 

Ray approached them not sure how to greet them. 

“This place is sick, I think I own something like this in America.” Giancarlo complimented like a rich kid compliments.

Rei smiled knowing he did mean it. “Let me show you guys to the backyard, that’s where we’re having the party, it’s going to be half inside half outside- You’ll see when we get there.”

The backyard was set up beautifully and they were impressed. 

“Not bad for the-”

“Don’t say the poor!” Olivier hissed to Giancarlo.

“For the uh- Bladebreakers.” He smiled back at Olivier.

Olivier placed a hand to his forehead sighing.  

Thankfully there were a lot of other team members already in the backyard and they all made conversation easily. 

“We will probably be doing business soon with the Hiwatari company-”

“That’s enough talking business Ralf! Take a load off come on-” Johnny pulled Ralf to a different group, specifically the White Tigers, hoping he wouldn't talk business with kids from a village with no reception.   

“How’s the blading going?” Johnny made conversation with Miriah.

“Great, probably better than you.” She joked but challenged him at the same time. 

“You wanna go?” He fixed his posture to look taller. 

“You’re not that tall Johnny.” Ralf talked down to him. 

“Pfft-” Johnny crossed his arms. 

“No blading until Tyson gets here!” Rei had to break up the group before things got too intense. 

Once Tyson arrived the party became full swing. He pretended to be surprised but clearly someone tipped him off. 

“Do you think he would have liked it if it was an actual surprise?” Olivier asked Giancarlo. 

“I would. I think Tyson would have too, but since it’s in his house, maybe not?” 

“Wait till what I have planned for your birthday.” Olivier grinned.

“Hey now it’s not a surprise!” Giancarlo frowned, clearly bummed.

“You don’t know what birthday.” Olivier patted his shoulder comfortingly. 

They grinned at each other. 

“Dance? Everyone else is?” Olivier asked politely knowing the answer. 

“Of course.” 

Dancing all night in the lit up dojo was picturesque. Everyone had a great time reconnecting. Even Ralf and Johnny enjoyed catching up with all the teams. 

It was the late hours and they decided it was time to head back to their hotel room. 

They awkwardly stood on the curb while Ralf opened his phone. 

“My phone’s dead.” 

Silence. 

“Do you have the driver’s number memorized?” Johnny grew worried.

“...No.” Ralf reluctantly admitted.

“Oh someone’s not as perfect as they think they are.” Giancarlo laughed and shrugged his shoulders. 

Ralf gave him a death glare. 

“Guess we’re walking it?” Olivier suggested, but was met with disgusted glances, “Sorry for the awful idea of walking! Geez!” 

Walking around the nighttime Japanese ocean was�� Really beautiful.

“I’m just going to say it, Tyson is lucky to live here.” Olivier admitted, but also tried to lift his team's spirits.

 “Hey guys!” Giancarlo pointed to a lit up shop on the boardwalk “A shop’s open!” 

They shrugged and decided to head in. 

It was a cute little cafe open late. They served some interesting desserts and drinks. 

“My Japanese sucks sorry guys.” Johnny shook his head knowing it was a lost cause for him to order.

Ralf rolled his eyes knowing he would have to stand up for his team. 

Turns out everyone’s Japanese was bad and they ended up mostly pointing to things. 

 They ate a bunch of desserts they weren’t used to, Ralf hated it, Giancarlo thought it was decent, Johnny didn’t mind it, and Olivier of course liked most well done food. 

They had their drinks in to-go cups and went back outside to walk along the beach. 

“Disappointed you never got to blade Miriah?” Ralf asked Johnny. 

“Yeah I’m pissed.” 

“Don’t like to not be part of the action?” Giancarlo grinned. 

“I don’t like being bored.” Johnny lightly punched his shoulder. 

“Hey! Get out of here-” Giancarlo pushed him back a bit, friendly, but also to keep him in his lane. 

“Pfft- You really think you could fight this scotsman?” (Johnny is Scottish right? Imma just- yeah-)

“Ha!” Giancarlo tried to pull him down into the sand by his shoulders.

“Ugh!” Johnny grabbed his arm and threw him down on the sand with a thump.

Giancarlo grabbed his leg and pulled him down with him. 

They both laughed and Olivier turned to look at Ralf who looked at his friends with intense concern. 

“Come on Ralf, get in there.” 

“Excuse me Olivier?” 

Olivier grinned and pushed Ralf with all the might of his smaller arms. 

Ralf didn’t expect it and fell face first into the sand shouting curses into the beach. 

Olivier simply laughed while Giancarlo jumped up, grabbed him by the abdomen and threw him to the ground, throwing Olivier into a laugh screaming fit. 

They all play fought as friends for the first time. 

Minutes rolled by until they were all laying on their backs catching their breath and gazing up at the stars. 

“You know what.” Ralf said in a low voice.

“Maybe Japan isn’t so bad.”