#huang renjun sfw

[swee7dream]

how would the dreamies react to their s/o regressing for the first time in front of them after being super stressed and not being able to be a little ? ^^

it’s been a long time caregiver!nct dream x gender-neutral!regressor!reader

genres sfw age regression content, established relationship, hurt / comfort, angst in some, bits of fluff in all warnings involuntary / vent regression, regression block, negative self-talk, haechan's is long sry dni if you sexualize age regression. not only blocking but also reporting.

author’s note i'm SO sorry this took so long for me to get out. i promise i didn't forget about you, nonnie! i might've geared a little bit ( a lot ) off the prompt at times but i still hope you like it ! thx 4 requesting !

mark lee (ᓀ‸ᓂ) wc 642

With all your responsibilities lately, Mark finds it logical that you don’t regress as often as you used to. The last time he remembers was over three months ago. He misses taking care of you, hearing your sweet voice call out for your 'Mack!'. But he doesn’t want to burden you even more with any expectations to do anything you weren’t feeling up to do. He wasn’t planning to bring it up. Honest.

That was until you started coming home to avoid his kisses and go straight to bed. That moment left a pang in his heart.

In the silence and tension of your apartment, Mark finds himself in your little corner of tiny things, picking up your toys and dusting off your coloring books with longing. He misses his baby, so he’s going to get his baby back, he decides, no matter what it takes.

“Oh look, that new Disney movie came out you said you wanted to go see it, right?”

“I’m tired, Mark.”

“…okay.” He bites the inside of his cheek.

Just keep trying, Mark. You got this.

“Babe, I’m doing laundry. You want me to wash Cheese Doodle?” He knocks at your office door.

“Huh?” You raise your head as if you were a fish out of water. “Uh, yeah. That’s fine. Thank you.”

Hmph.

“What is that?” You give the box in Mark’s hand a look.

“It’s a game. Picked it up at the store. It’s like… Twister? But there’s something different about it. I dunno, I didn’t pay attention to the label and just bought it. Chenle asked that we bring some kind of board game for his party on Saturday.”

“Oh. Well, I have a thing on Saturday so tell him I can’t go but I hope everyone has fun.”

As the saying goes, the fourth time’s a charm.

“You’re not going to bed?” You rub your eyes, already in your night clothes and under the sheets.

“Not really tired,” he replies with a shrug as he makes his way out into the kitchen. “I think I’m gonna make myself some angel milk to get the sleeping juices going. That always worked for you. You want some?”

You’re already pretty tired, the events of the day had sucked every last drop of potential energy from you. Still, some angel milk in all its sweet, vanilla-tasting glory makes you lick your lips.

“…yeah. Please,” you answer.

When he comes back from the kitchen, he has your warm drink in one hand and Cheese Doodle—your orange puppy stuffie—in the other.

“Sit up for me, baby,” he says softly as he sits down on the edge of the bed, not wanting to spill anything from your favorite mug.

“Unicorn…!” You notice, taking the pink and rainbow cup in your two sleeve-clad hands. “Thank you.”

“Mhm.” Mark smiles. “and I just took cheese doodle out of the laundry too. Used the fabric softener that you like. Wanna feel?”

“Oh.” In a second, you’re like a cat rubbing your cheek against Cheese Doodle’s fur. “Smells good, Markie. Thank you.”

”Of course, baby. Feeling tiny?” He asks only now that he’s 95% sure you are.

”Little bit,” you admit into your mug, slurping quietly to not burn yourself.

”Aw.” He pouts. “That’s good. You know, Markie missed you, baby. I haven’t held my baby in such a long time.”

”Missed Markie too.” You blink at him with sleepy eyes and a milk mustache. “Lot.”

”Wanna cuddle for a little then?”

”Just for a lil' bit.” You nod, placing your angel milk on the bedside table.

Mark knows the mug will be forgotten by the morning but he'd rather make and waste a million angel milks than for you to forget him and Cheese Doodle again.

huang renjun ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა wc 594

“Oh that’s a nice painting, Jun,” you praise, resting your chin on his shoulder as he sits on a stool. “Very pretty.”

“I feel like it’s missing something, though,” he says with a frown. “Here. You paint something.”

“On your canvas?” You look at him. “No way, love. I’ll ruin it.”

“You won’t. Now take the brush.”

“I won’t.” You step back and cross your arms. “I’m not gonna mess up this painting you’ve been working so hard on with my clumsiness.”

“What are you talking about? You always add something to my paintings.” Renjun gives you a look. The look that makes you want to roll your eyes.

“And they’re always so much better before me.”

“You don’t think that.”

“I do.”

“Why are you talking about yourself in this way all of a sudden?”

“Because it’s true!” You explode. There’s a burning in the backs of your eyes as you keep talking. “All I’ve been doing lately is messing up stuff for other people. I’m no good, Renjun.”

“…”

“My boss thinks it, my team members think it. I know you think it too!” You sob.

“Darling-”

“Stop it, Jun.”

“Darling,” he repeats, taking your hand in his. “come here.”

He pulls you in with one hand and wipes your tears with another, so careful he almost makes you think you are glass.

“What’s in that green binder in the bookshelf over there?” he asks.

“What?” You furrow your brows. “I don’t know.”

“Go check.”

You give him a look but make your way to the oak bookshelf; filled with sketchbooks, novels, and a singular green binder. You look at Renjun when your fingers touch the spine and take it out only after he nods. Your knees wobble as you flip through the pages so you let your bottom hit the floor.

In the binder are the handwritten notes from back before the two of you even started dating; flirtatious exchanges recorded on coffee shop napkins, gum wrappers, and ripped-up bits of college notes. The next stage of your relationship is at the flip of a page; rushed post-it notes of domestic living with 'I love you!'s and 'Don't forget to eat!'s kept safe in the plastic sheets.

You look up at him with surprise but he only nods his head for you to keep flipping pages. You flip through empty slips until you almost reach the back cover and find all the drawings you’ve made for Renjun over the years while in regression. Each and every one. Even the ones where you're mad at him and have him eaten by monsters.

“You kept them…” You pass a finger over a drawing you made of the two of you, your stickmen-selves holding hands and smiling in a rocket ship.

“Of course I did, baby. How could I throw away something so perfect?” You hear his voice next to you, having gotten up from his seat to crouch next to you on the floor. He gently pulls your head into his chest and his lips drop to kiss the top of your head. “I don’t think you mess up things, my love. Ever. You simply change their direction. My Lovebug is the most creative, innovative person in the whole wide world, didn’t you know?”

“Junnie…” You sob, the dam of pent-up emotions finally seeking release.

“Hi there, babybug.” He whispers. “I’m right here, lovey. Right here. Let it all out.”

lee jeno ૮ .◜◡◝ა wc 655

“Babe, the ice is melting and your coke is turning into gross, brown, sweet-tasting water,” Jeno warns.

“One second, baby. I just need to finish this assignment real quick,” you mutter with your bottom lip bit in place.

It seems you’re still in the same clothes from three days ago, the same amount of time Jeno’s seen you stay in bed studying. He’s beginning to think your butt might be attached permanently to the mattress at this point. When it comes to your bedside table, your 5-hour energy from lunchtime being the latest addition to the food trash and empty water bottle pile doesn’t fill him with any more positive thoughts.

“When’s it for?” He sighs. “Your assignment.”

“…what?” You turn your head to him but your eyes stay on the screen. “Oh, um, Friday.”

“It’s Monday. Come on.” Jeno pulls at your arm like a spoiled child. “I’m not even making you shower or anything. I just wanna hang out with my hermit, stinky, computer nerd. Will you grant me my wish please?”

You look up with a half-offended, half-amused expression and your jaw dropped.

“I’m not stinky!” You fail to shake off your arm from his hold. “I told you I’m coming! I just really need to finish this.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Ye- ah!” You squeal as Jeno pulls at your arm, throwing you over his shoulder. “Jeno! I’m serious!”

“I’m serious too. Monday to Friday is five days-”

“Four days!”

“-and that’s more than enough time to finish your assignment.” He refuses to acknowledge your interruption. “You are going to eat a proper dinner with me on the couch as we watch TV and you’re gonna like it, you got that?”

“Augh…!” You groan, going limp on him.

“Oh, I know.” Jeno pouts as he sets you on the couch, covering you in your train-print fleece blanket. “I’m so mean, aren’t I? Asking you to take a break when all you wanna do is work, work, work.”

You just stare at him, squinting your eyes as you fail to hide a smile.

“Well unfortunately for you, gumdrop, babies don’t work! So I’m afraid I can’t let you do that. The police will come after me if I do. Child labor laws or something like that.”

He leaves a quick kiss on your forehead right before speeding to the kitchen. Jeno’s eyebrows wiggle in a wave when he returns with your food; apple slices, chicken nuggets, and fries all in their respective spots in your divided plate.

The original pasta and movie date night plan being scrapped for a Nono-Gumdrop night doesn’t phase Jeno. In fact, it excites him. Your projects and exams and assignments and professors... he tries so hard not to hold resentment against them all as they pull his baby away from him. But tonight? Tonight is different, and for once in his life, caregiver Jeno is triumphant.

“Thank you…” Your fingers wrap around the blue silicone and Jeno engulfs you in a bear hug when he sits down. Tight but not so tight it obstructs your arms when eating. “What are we watching, Nono?”

“Max and Ruby.” He smiles when you gasp.

“Love Max and Ruby!” You gush with a mouthful of apples.

“Do you?” Jeno drops his head to the side. “You do? You do? Nuh-uh. I do. It’s my favorite show in the whole wide world.”

“Well, ’s my favorite show in the whole galaxy!”

“Yeah? Well-”

You squeal, feeling ticklish when he nuzzles his stubble on your face.

“Nono, stop!” You giggle.

“Eat up, gumdrop.” He sighs, the feeling of his baby in his arms and eating a proper meal for the first time in days is an incomparable joy. “Two episodes and then it’s bathtime.”

“Ah, boo, Nono!” you whine but it turns back to giggles when he compresses you in his arms.

lee donghyuck ʕ˙Ⱉ˙‧:ʔ wc 994

“You there, Angel?”

You shake your head.

It feels strange, like your body isn’t yours, as you hold on tight to your dolls in your hands and see none of the lively sparkle in their eyes you usually do when you’re small.

“I’m broken, Hyuck,” you say with such a lack of emotions that you can’t tell if it’s actually you who is speaking. “I did everything right. I got dressed, I put on the music box, I’m trying to play for God’s sake. And nothing is working still. I feel ridiculous. A grown adult trying to act like a child.” You scoff.

“Hey, stop.” Donghyuck’s firm tone sends a shiver down your spine and you pull away. His shoulders drop when he notices; you’re scared and he’s only making it worse.

“That’s my baby you’re talking about, you know?” He tries again, with a softer tone this time. “Don’t talk about yourself like that. You are not broken.” He holds your cheek.

“I’m just so tired, Hyuck.” Tears come up and blur your vision. “Everything has been going on for so long at the exact same time and I just- I can’t anymore. I need to just step away from reality for a little bit but I can’t even do that. My brain is just locking me in here in this state of suffering for who knows how long and I have no way of getting out. Not even for an hour.” You sob.

“I know, lovely.” He wraps his arms around you, letting you in turn wrap your arms around his legs from your seat on the floor. “It’s been so much for so long. You deserve a little break. Take a deep breath. Let’s try to let go of all these grownup worries, okay? We can pick them back up later. Come on, Angel, breathe.”

Angel.

Channie called you Angel and you still don’t feel small. The realization makes for more tears to come up but you refuse to let another defeated cry leave you. The denim of his jeans is rough on your face but not rough enough to make you stop using it as a tissue for your tears.

“…okay,” you creak out. “Breathe in. Breathing in…”

“There we go.” Haechan passes a hand over your head, the sensation soothing you somewhat. “And out. one, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Good job, Angel. Nice long deep breaths.”

You repeat the action several times, following his counts and pushing yourself to feel his jeans under your fingertips and smell the woodsy notes of his cologne to ground yourself.

“Everything sucks,” you say after some moments of silence. “Everything sucks. I didn’t even ask for any of this. I just want to be small,” your voice breaks.

“And you will be.” Donghyuck’s touch is gentle, encouraging you without words to look up at him. The pad of his thumb is warm when it wipes the tears from your face, brushing against your damp lashes. “You will be. I promise.”

“I don’t know what to do, Hyuck. I’m all out of ideas at this point,” you admit.

“How about just trying to feel not sucky?” He scrunches his nose, the most tender of smiles painted on his face. “How about… just drawing a picture? Just one. Doesn’t have to be with crayon or marker like when you’re feeling tiny. It can be whatever you want it to be. Don’t think about being small, just about drawing.”

“…draw what?”

“Hm… what about your dolls?”

When you unwrap yourself from his legs to look at said dolls, it gives Donghyuck the chance to go grab your art supplies. Your dolls don’t have that lively aura you see them with when you’re small but you can almost feel a sort of pity and empathy from them. It reminds you of the type of support your friends give you in their messages despite the country lines separating you.

“And I’ll draw… a car. Jeno’s been getting me into Formula One.” Donghyuck pulls you out of your thoughts when his voice is so close it makes you turn to see he’s taken a seat next to you on the floor. He opens a pencil case right in front of you two and takes a black pencil for himself to begin sketching on some paper.

“Really?” You opt a red pencil.

“Yeah. It’s pretty interesting.” He shrugs.

“But ’s so boring.” You sniffle up some snot from your lightning-fast crying session. You didn’t even cry for that long, how come you can feel your eyes swelling? So annoying. “They just go around in circles.”

“It’s not just that though. There’s—pass me the red? Oh, you have it. No, it’s okay. I can wait—there’s like a ton of beef between them. I like watching the interviews and stuff. It’s like watching basketball or football.” Haechan lets out a groan as he lays on his stomach, resting a cheek on his fist. “That’s really pretty, baby.”

“Y’like it?” You move to mirror him, turning your drawing for him to see better. “Think I’m gonna add some other stuff too.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know yet,” you admit. “Probably you. I always like drawing you. And then… your red car. You can take me and the dollies on a road trip. I like it when we have fun together.”

Affection floods out of Donghyuck, letting out an adoring ‘aw’ as he hugs you, leaving kisses on all the spots he knows won’t lead to a tickle fight.

“So cute! I always have fun with you. My Angel...” he hums into your temple.

“My Channie…” you mutter under your breath, sketching his head four times bigger than the rest.

na jaemin ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ wc 664

“I’m okay.” You rub your nose. “Just a couple sneezes, Jaem. It’s not a big deal. I can keep studying for a little while longer.”

“You sneezed four times in a row.” Jaemin stands next to your desk chair with his arms crossed. “Do you know what that means?”

“What?” You sigh, knowing he won’t leave until you entertain him.

“You have the plague.”

“The what?”

“The plague.”

“Baby, I don’t have the-” Achoo! “the-” Achoo! “the plague…”

You move your mouse around your screen and click away at it but it doesn’t hide the reflection of Jaemin’s intense stare into your skull. He’s not amused. You spin your chair around.

“I don’t have the plague,” you repeat with a clogged nose, not even convincing yourself this time. “…I just have a little cold.”

“I wonder where you could have gotten that from, hm?” He turns you toward him by the chair’s arms and traps you by holding onto both of them and leaning in until your foreheads almost touch. “Maybe from studying a little too much? From stretching yourself too thin? Pushing yourself past your limits? Hm? Hm? hm?” He turns his head at an angle with each question, being obnoxious about his accurate statements.

“Five minutes.”

“No.”

“I just need to email this professor.”

“No.”

“I have a group project.”

“Good thing you have groupmates, huh? Come on, get off your pretty little butt.” He grabs you from under the armpits, placing your feet on the ground as if you were merely a bag of rice. “We’re playing hospital.”

“No…” you whine with dragging feet the whole time Jaemin guides you to the kitchen, his gentlemanly hand giving you no chance to run as it rests on the small of your back.

“Yes…” He pouts at you as he fills up the syringe with orange medicinal syrup. “Babies need be good and take their medicine when they are sick, okay?”

“Jaemin-” You pull your head the other way, holding his wrist away from you.

“Baby…” he sings, dodging your attempts. “Say ‘ah’, pumpkin.”

Pressing your lips tight doesn’t do anything, the plastic tip of the syringe still slipping in and filling your mouth with bitter medicine that makes a lame attempt at orange flavoring. You shake your head, still rejecting the cold syrup as it goes down, but it does regardless, chilling your throat when it does.

“Bleh!”

“Drink some water, baby.” Jaemin holds up a cup (when did he fill that up?) and you take it as if it were the key to eternal life.

“Taste so icky,” you say with your face scrunched up like a raisin. “Hate it!”

You’re sick and suffering from forced consumption of medicine. Jaemin knows this. Jaemin shouldn’t smile. But he just can’t help it! His baby is finally back after such a long, long time. he thought he was gonna die from BWS (Baby Withdrawal Symptoms).

“Aw…” His hands reach out to hold your face and squish your cheeks together. “Baby doesn’t like medicine? Babies don’t like yucky bitter things. Babies like… sweet yummy things! How about some hot chocolate, lovey-dovey?”

“Chocwate?” you ask with raised eyebrows.

“Hot chocwate.” His nose scrunches as he pinches your cheeks. “Does that sound good?”

“Yeah!” You hop free of his crab claws. “Hot chocolate! Wanna, wanna, wanna!”

“Be careful, sugarplum!” Jaemin laughs, twirling you with such ease it feels as if you were in a dance. “Why don’t you go put something on the TV while I make us the chocolate? Whatever you want, baby,” he says, but you’re already out of the kitchen and looking under blankets and cushions for the remote.

“Spongebob!” You hold it up to the ceiling like it were the sword in the stone.

“Except Spongebob. You know that shrinks your brain.”

“Aw!” You slump but quickly straighten up like a ruler. “Ah- Ah- Achoo!”

zhong chenle (ᯟ︿ᯏ) wc 622

“I’m so proud of you.” Chenle pecks your head as you hold his waist from behind. The smells coming from the stove you two stand in front of are nothing if not heavenly. “Pretty, funny, kind, graduated. How’d I bag you?”

“Mmm, I dunno.” You shrug smugly, as you look out the window. A content sigh leaves you as your eyes follow the raindrops that slide down your window. “Must’ve done something good in your past life.”

“Must have,” he hums. “Set the table for me? I’m basically almost done.”

“You got it.” You peck his cheek. “Smells delicious. Jaemin give you cooking lessons while I was gone?”

“I’ll have you know I’m a great cook. I don’t need any cooking lessons. Never have.”

“Ah…” You roll out the placemats with a sarcastic nod.

“But if I did, I would go to Donghyuck.”

“If you did, I would approve. His soups are good.”

“Mine are better.”

“…”

“Right?”

“Sure.”

The music playing from the speakers and lights in the apartment all shut off at once, not even the hum of the refrigerator sounding in the silence, the darkness. The thunder is so close it feels like footsteps. Heavy, angry footsteps coming close. Closer and closer to you.

The power comes back as soon as it left but you can’t seem to recover as fast. You don’t even remember dropping down to hold your knees, and in the dark you didn’t see how many tears came up to overflow from your eyes. Chenle calls out your name but it sounds so distant it doesn’t even register. It feels like you’re running out of oxygen like a deep sea diver falling hopelessly down to the ocean floor.

“Hey,” you take a sharp inhale at Chenle’s warm hands holding your cheeks ground you back to reality. “Hey, the power went out. Everything’s fine. You’re okay. You’re home, you’re with me. Nothing is gonna hurt you here, you hear me? You are safe.”

You almost knock Chenle over from his crouching position when you throw yourself on him, but he reads your body language just in time to catch you. His lips press into your hair, your temples, your shoulders, the softest of touches as you wail into his shirt. His heart breaks at how fragile you seem in the moment, like a porcelain doll with a chip. You sob and babble to the point that Chenle can’t understand what you’re saying. All he can catch is one word.

“Daddy…”

There’s nothing for you to do but cry, Chenle’s learned with time, so he lets you do just that. He lets you cry in his arms there on the floor and when you’re finally willing he attaches you to his hip as he walks around. He wipes your tears with a paper towel and makes sure you get a bottle of water to drink from to rehydrate.

His eyebrows furrow when you turn your head to dodge his spoon, rejecting the meal you were so looking forward to less than twenty minutes ago. This meal which was meant to be a celebration of not just the end of your education but of all your life up to this point. Of your growth, your endurance; of all the stress you put yourself through to come out victorious in the end.

You’re still victorious, he thinks. Even now as you fill up the apartment with tears, he’s so proud of you. His partner, his baby, the strongest person he’s ever met.

“Come on, dollface. Just one spoonful, yeah? Need you to eat,” he tries again.

park jisung (∩˃o˂∩) wc 668

“What’s that giant box?”

“What giant box?” He looks at you on the couch. “...I thought you were napping.”

“I woke up. What’s with that giant box you’re pushing into our house?”

“Oh, this?” Jisung looks down. “It's… a box.”

You blink, irritation in your tight-lipped smile at your boyfriend’s lack of cooperation.

“I know it’s a box, Ji. I'm asking what’s inside the box?”

“Box… stuff…”

“Jisung!”

“That’s not my name!” He whines as he shuts the front door. “My name to you is Ji! Or Baby! Not Jisung! It’s so scary when you call me that...” He sighs. “It was supposed to come before you started your vacation time, while you were at work.”

“Why?” Your eyebrows come together into a questioning frown.

“Because- just- you’ll see soon. Pass me the scissors? Thanks.” He pecks your lips, taking the scissors from your hands and pushing your back away with little force. “Now go. Get! Your surprise will be ready in a minute. Go… brush your dolls’ hair or something. It’ll be super quick.”

“Doll hairs? is it a Little gift?”

“Shoot.” Jisung bites his fist. “...can you just go in the bedroom already? It’s not a Little gift. It’s not.”

The instructions that came in the box of the not-Little gift said construction would only take thirty minutes. Not to fear, with super handyman Park Jisung to the rescue it only took three hours and two people.

“We’re done!” You clap, looking in awe at your brand new play kitchen, pink and wooden and creaky and yours. “Jiji, finish!”

“Yeah.” He sits back on the floor, wiping the sweat from his brow. “We’re finished. D’you like it?”

“It’s so pretty, jiji!” You beam, hugging his head and squeezing the brains out of him.

“I’m glad you like it, bub.” He nods at his work in approval. “You deserve it. Worked so hard recently.”

“Thankie!” You get up quickly, running barefoot into the bedroom to come back with a box of play food in all colors and sizes.

“Make you a lenonade, bubby!” You begin adding ice to a cup and add a lemon to it. “Ice cold lenonade.”

“Oh, I love your lenonade. Thanks, baby.” He takes the cup, making gulping noises and finishing it off with a loud and satisfied ‘ah!’. “Actually, are we playing restaurant right now?”

“Um… yeah!” you decide. “Welcome to my rest’rant! What would you like to order?”

“I would kill for a good burger.” Jisung pats his stomach like a starved man. “I hear you guys have some good ones, is that true?”

“The truest!” You smile. “One burger, comin’ up!”

You turn back to your kitchen and hum to yourself as you place a burger patty on the stove.

“No pans for that?”

“No pans!” You shake your head. “Special burger.”

“Ah, must be.” He mutters behind you.

When it comes to building time, Jisung acts like a to-be-blacklisted customer.

“Could I have no onions in my burger? I’m allergic.”

“No, you’re not.”

“It’s just play pretend, honey.”

“Oh. Then, yes you can, sir! No onions.”

“And no tomatoes please. I don’t like how the seeds get stuck between my teeth.”

“No tomatoes!”

“And could you cut the cheese? It kind of sends me to the bathroom.”

“Ew… okay, no cheese, either!” You toss the slice of play cheese to the side.

“…could you also remove the meat? I’m vegetarian.”

That’s the final straw. No meat? You look down at his ‘burger’: bread, lettuce, bread.

“This is what you want?” You turn to show him his order.

“Oh yes.” He smiles, clasping his hands together in anticipation. “That’s my burger! So tasty. Thank you, shop owner.”

“You’re welcome…” You give him a look. “Ketchup?”

“No thanks.”

“Mayo?”

“Bleh! Pass.”

“…barbeque sauce?”

“Oh, that’s my favorite! Lettuce and barbeque sauce burger, my favorite.” He licks his lips.

“Jiji, ew!” you whine.

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safe in his arms | renjun

pairing: cg!renjun x neu!reader word count: 1k genre: angst to fluff, oneshot warnings: not proofread, sfw age regression contains descriptions of abandonment/trauma, nightmares, and panic attacks summary: you wake up from a nightmare and renjun is there to comfort you after as you begin to regress. credit: divider + support banner

the morning sunlight barely peeks through the curtains and blinds, your young eyes having not yet adjusted to the light after being deep in dream land. once your eyes adjusted, you looked around to notice how dark it was. assuming you woke up before your parents had, you carefully climb out of bed to wake them up and request breakfast, your stomach growling, begging for food to be provided.

upon entering their room, you do not find your parents in their bed. you checked the bathroom, the kitchen, even the backyard. nothing. you couldn't find them anywhere in your dark, seemingly abandoned house. where could they have gone?

the anxiety building inside you tightened your chest, making it difficult for you to breathe, as if someone had grabbed your body was attempting to crush it. you wanted your parents, but you could not find them anywhere in your home. it was as if they no longer existed, leaving you to fend for yourself.

you look at the photographs on the living room wall, noticing the changes in them. all the ones of you or that had included you were gone. either replaced with another photo or you simply were no longer there.

tears blurred your vision as you ran around the house one more time, checking every nook and cranny for your parents. they couldn't have left you alone, right? they wouldn't just erase you from there life, right? you called out for them, hoping they would answer. you screamed for them.

"mom!! dad!!" you continued to cry throughout the house, into empty rooms, out windows, anywhere you could in the hopes of finding them or figuring out where they went. you even entered the scary basement you were always terrified of entering without someone besides you.

SLAM!

you were now trapped in the basement, the door locked. you tugged on the handle, pushed on the door, but your child body couldn't get it to budge. you were surrounded by darkness. you screamed for your parents, your voice going from screams mumbles, despite your attempts to scream for help. and then something covered your face, cutting off your access to the air. you were frozen, unable to move or scream as you began gasping for air you just couldn't inhale. it felt you were struggling for a while before everything went quiet and black.

and then your eyes shot open. it took you a few moments to process that you had a nightmare and the whole thing hadn't actually happened. however, even the fact it was all a cruel trick played by your subconscious, that didn't calm your breathing. as you rapidly brought air in and out of your lungs, you could sort of process the bed besides you shifting as your boyfriend, renjun, had woken up.

"hey, are you okay?" he asked, putting a gentle hand on your arm.

through tears, you shook your head as you could only sob, words unable to leave your mouth in this moment. renjun carefully sat up and helped guide you into his arms, where he held you. his hand gently went under your shirt, rubbing your bare back in an attempt to ground you back to reality.

"take deep breaths, love. in for four, out for four." renjun spoke softly before pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

after a couple minutes, he noticed you began to calm down. a couple more kisses to the top of your head, some deep breaths, and comforting back rubs, you were now only silently crying. renjun was aware of the fact you typically regressed after these sort of nightmares, so he gently whispered "it's okay, little one. i'm right here, nothing can hurt you now."

renjun continued to hold you close, his soothing presence sending you deeper into your regression and easing your distress. he rocked you gently, quietly humming a lullaby in the hopes of comforting you enough that you felt you could safely fall back asleep. he reached over to grab your favorite stuffed animal from your side of the bed, handing it to you so you could hug it for further comfort.

"how about some warm milk and a story?" he suggested, knowing little things such as that would provide further comfort for you.

you softly nodded your head, sniffling as you held your comfort object close. renjun carefully got up off the bed before he lifted you up with him. he carried you to the kitchen, carefully setting you on the floor as he prepared some warm milk for you. once it was done, he gave it to you in your favorite cup, watching as you drank it carefully, keeping your stuffed animal hugged in your arms.

after your cup was empty, he carefully carried you back to the bedroom. he sat you on the bed, wrapped you and your stuffed animal in your favorite blanket, and went to find a book to read. he came back with "how do dinosaurs say goodnight?" smiling when he saw how excited you got seeing the book. he sat besides you and opened it up, allowing you to see all the illustrations that accompanied the story.

his soothing voice read the silly tale of how dinosaurs say goodnight, your little giggles at their silly shenanigans bringing a smile to his face as he continued to read.

by the time he finished the book, he noticed you were not only calmer, but happier than when you first woke up. after planting a gentle kiss to your cheek, he asked if you were doing better.

"much better!" you responded happily, "thank you."

"always, little one, you know i'll always be here to protect you," renjun reassured. "now how about we get you back to bed? i'll say with you until you fall asleep."

the blanket was carefully laid on top of you after you laid down and were in a comfortable position. he kissed your forehead, then your stuffed animal's forehead. he laid down besides you, carefully wrapping his protective arms around you, gently petting your hair as you slipped back into a deep sleep, hoping that this time, your dreams are more happy and comforting, allowing you to have a restful sleep for the rest of the evening.

[lucuslavigne]

“ ninguém é melhor que eu. ” – nct 00'line.

SFW depois do corte.

❕: esse plot é basicamente você reagindo aos meninos traindo você e falando em algum momento a frase do título.

Assim que te viu, Renjun congelou. “Amor, me perdoa eu- ” “ Renjun, você 'tá me atrapalhando ” você falou enquanto digitava no celular. “ Como você não 'tá triste por ter sido traída? ” a garota que a poucos segundos antes estava beijando o Huang, perguntou. “ Por que ninguém é melhor que eu, querida ” a olhou de cima a baixo “ Você só é a única disponível ” disse e saiu andando, largando Renjun alí, com uma sensação de desprezo e inferioridade.

Jeno te olharia nos olhos tentando mostrar superioridade, mas, quando viu seu olhar frio, indiferente o desprezando, ele sentiu a culpa o invadir. Você sempre foi tão carinhosa e amorosa com ele, ele estava ao menos esperando ver algumas lágrimas caírem pelo seu rosto. “ Você não 'tá nenhum pouquinho... Triste? ” a garota perguntou “ Ninguém é melhor que eu, meu bem ” você disse enquanto olhava uma última vez para o Lee, logo pegando o celular e ligando para alguém.

“ Alô? ” escutou através do telefone “ Nana, o date ainda 'tá de pé? ” perguntou “ P'ra você sempre linda ” sorriu com o que escutou “ Pode me buscar aqui na frente da casa do Jeno? ” uma pausa “ Finalmente terminou com esse idiota? ” Jeno nunca se sentira tão humilhado, principalmente por você e até onde ele achava, seu melhor amigo. “ Terminei sim ” sorriu “ Quando você chegar eu te conto o que aconteceu ” olhou o Lee com deboche “ Certo, até logo gatinha ” Jeno pode escutar “ Até Nana. ”

É. Jeno Lee havia acabado de perder a melhor garota que ele havia conhecido para o melhor amigo talarico.

Haechan estaria de joelhos, chorando, implorando para você não deixar ele, mas, quando viu que isso não adiantaria nada, apenas aceitou o fato de que ele havia perdido a melhor pessoa que ele já havia conhecido. Suas palavras ficavam martelando na cabeça do coreano “ Ninguém é melhor do que eu, Donghyuck. E você sabe disso. ”

É. Ele sabia disso mais do que qualquer um.

Jaemin não conseguiria olhar na sua cara. “ Você sabe que nenhuma vai ser melhor que eu, não sabe Jaemin? ” e escutar isso acabou com ele, por que foi aí que ele percebeu que havia te perdido para sempre.

Yangyang tentaria dar a volta por cima, mas assim que chegasse em casa iria cair aos pedaços por ter perdido o amor da vida dele. “ Eu posso substituir ela, lindo ” a garota com quem ele havia te traído falou “ Não, você não pode ” ele a olhou com raiva “ Por que não? ” ela perguntou indignada “ Porque ninguém é melhor que ela. ”

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[baekhyyun]

I'll Always Love You

» pairing: huang renjun x reader

» genre: break-up au, MAJOR angst,

» rating: pg

» word count: 443

» warnings: none

a/n: it really has been awhile since i've wrote something and of course it had to be angst. LMAOOOO i've been too swamped with school to write, but this fic has been in my wips folder for over a year! so please enjoy!!!

Renjun could see it, no, he could feel it. The sparkle that you had in your eyes when you looked at him wasn’t there. They have been gone for awhile, was he just realizing this now? He definitely wasn’t, he knew and it was breaking his heart. He just played dumb in hopes those sparkles would return and were no fluke. Days became weeks, weeks became months and nothing returned. 

He tried his best to take you on dates, give you things you liked, shower you more with love, but all failed. Renjun knew he couldn’t keep you by him for longer than he had. He had to let you go, he had to face reality and suffer through the pain that the girl he adored with heart slipped through his fingers without a word.

There has to be another way to get her to love me again.

Let go, she deserves better.

The constant battle that his heart and mind faced took a toll on him. He knew the right answer, but still tried to push through the hardship you both were facing. The lack of emotion and disinterest coming from you grew more. Those long nights staying up watching reruns of Friends, talking about nonsense, cuddling, sharing secrets are now these nights consumed by darkness.

Junnie, look I brought us some goodies for tonight!

Jun, would you rather finger size toes or toe sized fingers?

Oh how the mind was cruel, every little thing reminds him of you. All the memories that you both created are just reminders of how happy and perfect your relationship was. If he could turn back time to avoid this bitter ending he would. He would do everything differently for you.

Dance with me Jun, I’ve always wanted to dance in the rain.

You’re going to get a cold ___, get back inside dammit!

The long awaited ending is here, Renjun had to save you, but most importantly himself. All these conversations are becoming the last goodbyes. His luggage is lined up by the door, ready to depart with a broken man pulling them along. You took everything from him, every ounce that he poured into the last months of your relationship. 

In the end, Renjun knew that he didn’t regret anything. He fought for you and did his best. His relationship with you was something beautiful that he would forever cherish. You showed him immense love and vice versa. Your relationship together will be a learning experience for one another for the next person who makes those butterflies appear. 

“I’ll always love you ‘til the day I die,” he whispered to the closed apartment door.

Copyright © 2022 baekhyyun. All rights reserved. Please do not repost on any platform or translate without permission.

[dreamieshouse]

◆ Dreamies As: Shy Boy ◆

○ Genre: SFW - fluff || Wc: 2.2K

° ot7 x fem&gn.reader//character (each one specified) || ↣ mentions of other members.

↣ no warnings || request: reactions + mtl + idols as __ = open! read rules then send an ask!

○ 'The Sunshine Room' || 'The Red Room' || 'The Kitchen' |

• Mark Lee: eye contact •

his eyes are always searching the room, getting a scope of the crowd in hopes to land on you (fem).

glances, short little stares are his main habits.

smiling like an idiot to himself, head hung low.

"Hey Mark, you look so good! Did you start working out?" a voice enters his ears as he feels said person start to squeeze his arm and trying to feel him up. Immediately, he jumps and pushes the hand away, looking at the girl in disgust. He politely asked her to stop touching him and tried his best to move away.

"Yo, have you seen her?" Jaehyun was talking to some random dude he recent became friends with, "bruh you've seen me here the entire night, what makes you think I saw her?" Jaehyun has a point.

"I saw her Mark, she's somewhere in the living room" pitched in Jungwoo. Mark quickly thanked him and snaked his way towards you.

Mark was popular and easily befriended anyone & everyone. Naturally, anyone who knew him close enough greeted him, which made it hard for him to get close to you without being distracted.

The moment he saw you his scanning eyes landed on the top of your head, he knew it was you instantly and his body released the tension it held unknowingly. He was entertaining anyone who tried to speak to him but anyone who was keeping an eye on Mark could see that he stole little glances at your way every now & then, making sure he wasn't losing sight of you.

You looked absolutely stunning, no wonder he couldn't keep his eyes off of you. Whatever you were talking about, whenever you laughed freely with your friends, he would drop his head to the floor, smiling like an idiot to himself.

He definitely likes you. While you and him are friends, somewhat, he still feels shy to approach you so casually.

• Huang Renjun: special gift •

draws a portrait of you as a present (fem).

the gift remains anonymous

he feels absolutely proud, pride and joy when he sees you framed his art in your home.

Part of him really wanted to let it all out, to just come clean and confess his feelings for you but he didn't want to freak you out. He can't have you feeling weird to be around him if he confessed his 'love at first sight' feelings. After all, you've only been friends with him for less than 2 months. It needs more time.

So what better way than thanking the god of seasons for bringing 'secret santa' into existence come Christmas. Renjun thinks participating in this little game would be a great chance to gift you something special, something only you have and no one else can get their hands on.

"I can't promise you'll get your crush but I'll see what I can do" comforted Taeyong, who knew his little brother's little crush on you.

"Thanks bro" Now that that was out of the way, *in barbie voice* to the salon! And that salon being his little own space in his art class's shared studio. He was excited the moment he decided on your gift. He was going to paint you, a portrait of you. Sadly, he soon realizes that he doesn't have a reference photo of you. However, Renjun was creative.

Instead of your face, he'll paint your silhouette but with your favourite pastel green sundress and your hair. Come the actual secret santa event, Taeyong pulled through & Renjun saw you being in absolute shock. The very next day, you sent a picture to the group chat, showing off his painting of you being framed in your house. He was very pleased with himself.

• Lee Jeno: skinship & massages •

not very shy to initiate skinship but definitely shy to admit he likes you (g.n).

has a habit of unconsciously finding your hands and gently massages it in his bigger hands.

lowkey makes you sleepy; but he can't complain because he loves to let you fall asleep on his shoulders.

"Are you and mr big shot Jeno ... a thing?" asked your friend. They were crunching on a strip of beef jerky looking like a frat brother. What in the world made them thing you were dating Jeno?

"No? Why do you ask?" you reply to them. They proceed to tell you to think about your interactions with him in the past few months. At first you didn't want to jump to conclusion, but you can't help but to bask in the memories.

Jeno grew to like you very quickly and you learn that he was not shy to initiate skinship with his mates & you included. You thought he saw you the way he saw his friends, nothing more. Yet, whenever he got the chance, he would be next to you. A lot of the times, you catch his hand holding yours and he might not even realize it himself. You don't mind it, in fact you like it.

That's because whenever his big hands held your hands, he would be mindlessly giving you a massage. His actions were so gentle that if it was in class, you'd find yourself falling asleep on his shoulders. Even if he got a wee bit uncomfortable with the position, he wouldn't complain. Why should he? You were close to him, best thing ever to him.

"Do I want us to be a thing?" maybe the thought of it wasn't so bad after all.

• Lee Haechan: playful footsies •

big flirt, but make it shy flirt. if he really likes you, he tries to flirt but gets shy to do it loudly (g.n).

persist to either sit next or in front of you, to play footsies under the table.

whispers in your ears to tease that your socks smell stinky.

3 days. Just 3 days of not coming to school because you called in sick, had a price to pay dearly. That price being the ever so annoying strawberry blond hair boy with his obnoxiously bright yellow school bag that probably contained more air in it than balloons.

No texting friends, no calling anyone but your parents and certainly no entertaining visitors for the past 3 days and you were getting used to it. It was peace and quiet, not the headache that was Lee Haechan. Speak of the devil and he shall appear,

"BESTIEEE!!!" you hear the nail pitching screech of Haechan's fake preppy girl voice, skipping towards you like he was frolicking in daisy fields. He hugged you super tightly, not letting you go.

"You can let go now" you chocked out, tapping out.

"Never. I would've volunteered to be sick on your behalf if only I knew. You didn't let your parents tell me where you were, I'm wounded darling" he faked cried. You could only jokingly mumble a 'thank god for quick thinking'. No one else heard him, just how he liked it. Heaven knows if anyone heard him & started making fun of him.

"Keep the flirting for after school Mr. Lee. Alright, back in class everyone!" beamed the teacher's voice. In class, Haechan put up a fight and will not back down from his change to be seated next to you. Him and only him.

"Your socks smell stinky ... ew ~ did you forget to wear fresh ones?" he teased in your ear. You playfully kick him, trying to get where the sun isn't so Haechan (fullsun, sunshine) but he knows you.

Jeno and Jaemin could really use a break, maybe clean their eyes with dish soap the more they saw Haechan and you play footsies under the table like 2 lovebirds.

• Na Jaemin: flustered blushing •

the kind of boy who arrives at school early, just so he could compliment you when you walk through the door (g.n).

blushes pink whenever you blush.

always hyping you up when you're posing for instagram.

You know those charming main character princes from anime or manga, who would always be star student and coming in early to prepare for the first class before anyone else?

That was Jaemin, but not for the reason one might think. Sure, he was the smartest in class and certainly the teacher's favourite, yet the reason was different. The only explanation Mark and Renjun can give is that Jaemin was always waiting for a certain somebody. That was you.

He likes you but he is also quite shy about it. Coming in early, so that he can compliment you while 'reads' his book, is one of the ways he gets to interact with you without showing you how blushing pink his cheeks were.

You were always so polite, replying with a thanks or complementing him back. And every time it was a compliment back, his ears would turn red. When that happens, he would pretend that it was the wind making him feel cold.

You and him definitely click well for you found that you both had a love for photography. You loved posing for your private instagram account and he loved trying out his beloved babies; his camera collection. And every single time it was a hit.

Compliments after compliments. Anyone who wasn't clouded with jealousy could see the chemistry between the two of you.

• Zhong Chenle: whipped boy •

shy boy but make it loud boy, might break your eardrums one day (g.n).

crescent eye smile at many of the things you do, especially if its 'dumb'.

always looking at your pictures on his phone, might even have you as his wallpaper, heck probably your picture is his lock-screen.

Loudness. if you had to describe Zhong Chenle in one word, it would be loudness as an entirety. It was a Sagittarius thing. Always breaking sound decibels yet always the prized and beloved of many. As annoying as they were, you can't help but love them.

However in this case, it was Chenle doing the loving. About a month ago or something like that, the loud boy had asked you to meet up with him after school. On that day was when he confessed that he had actually been crushing on you since the day you beat Mark in arm wrestling.

And although you told him that you weren't looking for a relationship anytime soon, that did not stop him from being around you whenever he could. It definitely did not stop him from trying to break your eardrums with his 'laughing at my own joke' moments. Or when you wore something funny.

"HAHAHAHAA you look ridiculous" *click* sounded the camera shutter of Chenle's phone. Whenever it was you, it was always rewarded by his crescent eye smile, like a fool.

"Delete that this instant Zhong" you warned him, only to have him stick his tongue out, "as if I'm stupid enough to do that ...that's Jisung's role".

"hey! leave me out of this".

The boys would often catch their captain being on his phone. He wasn't really texting but rather watching. Looking. Staring. Adoring. Your picture as his lock-screen specifically. The one you gave permission to.

"Captain you're paying for us if you don't come back in minus 10 seconds!!"

• Park Jisung: distanced protection •

has a major crush on her but will never tell her up front, he's not ready (fem character)

absolutely possessive, but too shy to act on it so he stays jealous from afar.

might trouble a ball of paper or rubber erasers across the room; has immaculate accuracy as it lands directly on the head as he intended to shoo away the other boys too near her for his liking.

Everyone in his friend group knows Jisung has a crush on the girl in his theatre class. His family and hers had been neighbours since they were kids but he had only interacted with her a handful of times.

It was either because he was busy with dance classes or she would be hanging out at her friends' house. She's always been nice and sweet, treating him with only a little bit of sass. That was enough for 12 year old Jisung to start liking her. You should've seen his face when he found her name on the list of Ms. Lee's theater kids.

Jisung would not shut up talking about how cute or silly or scary she looked whenever she had to try on her costume. It was to the point where Chenle would probably be able to predict what his diaper bestie would gush about.

"What's with the long face?" pried Chenle. He can tell his buddy was not having it then, whatever it was.

"That! That ... dude over there is bothering me. She doesn't even like him...bet he smells funny..." and comes other excuses out his mouth, "how do you even know all of that" ask Chenle, too amused in all of this.

"I just do" meaning it's want Jisung wants it to be. Chenle playfully smacked his best friend, saying to do something if he wants her to himself. So that is exactly what Jisung did.

By throwing a crumpled ball of paper, flying it across the room and, admittedly with immaculate accuracy, actually hit the dude on the head.

"Nice!" the youngest of the group is too shy to speak up to her, so he only protects her from afar. He's determined to have her, he just needs more time. No one else can have her, not at least before she hears him out on the hopefully smooth and impressive love poem he'll use to confess his profound love.

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[danishmiilk]

valentines’ day event 2k21: love letters.

a series of short fics (wc ~1k) written for my moots. varied aus and genres. masterlist under the cut. warnings, if any, will be mentioned in the beginning of each fic and all fics will be sfw as i am a minor. masterlist will be updated as we go along.

taglist: @lebrookestore @starlightsooyoungs @sweetlyjaem @allegxdly​ @radiorenjun ; send an ask or a dm to be added to the taglist (for all of the fics, and that can be quite a lot so do keep that in mind.)

𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 - lee taeyong. @lebrookestore​

type: enemies to lovers!au, highschool!au, childhood friends!au

synopsis: the door closes. a click. a turn of a key in the lock. and you’re locked in the storeroom with lee taeyong, your sworn enemy of... how many years again?

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙤𝙨 - huang renjun. @radiorenjun​ 

type: superhero!au, friends to lovers!au, enemies to lovers!au

warnings: swearing i think, not very well explained plot holes

synopsis: from personal experience, you can tell that fighting crime with two best friends who can fly and turn invisible respectively is way easier than having a crush on one of the aforementioned best friends. also one extra little complication: the vigilante imposter who calls himself a member of your organisation screwing shit up.

©danishmiilk, 2021.

[soliverse]

pick your poison

Legends: 

f - fluff

a - angst

sg - suggestive

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LEE TAEYONG

Say You Love Me (f/a/sg) - You’ve always had this weird relationship with Taeyong where you’re stuck somewhere in between friendship and lovers. Not wanting to make things weird and lose the other person, you both kept your feelings to yourselves. However, something happened and one of you slipped. Who will it be and will the confession be worth risking?

Parts: 1 ⭒ 2 ⭒ 3 ⭒ 4 ⭒ 5

HUANG RENJUN

One Step At A Time (a) - renjun goes all out in fulfilling your dying wish, to fall in love again

Parts: 1

ONE SHOTS

QIAN KUN

Winter Promises (f/a) - your brother have passed away because of an unfortunate circumstances and Kun never left your side ever since.

Baby Don't Like It (a) - your husband has a little secret. Little does he know that you do too.

KIM DOYOUNG

Call Me A Fool (f,a) - whenever he needs you, you're just one call away. if only you can say the same thing about him.

Don’t Call Me (a) -  Doyoung missed an important milestone in your life. Now, it’s your turn to miss his calls.

ZHONG CHENLE

Sugar, Sugar (f,a) -  your whole life, especially working for your boss, is a living nightmare. that was until you got some sugar in your life.

DONG SICHENG

Cinderella and the Mystery of the Red Lipstick (SFW) (f, sg) - winwin wakes up in bed full of red stains and a hazy memory

DRABBLES

LEE JENO

Look What You Made Me Do (sg) - you and Jeno join forces in making both of your exes realize what the two of them missed out on.

I Did It Again (sg,a) -  Jaemin isn’t doing well after the break up and you thought that you’re the only one that can fix him. It’s a good thing that Jeno’s there to stop you

NAKAMOTO YUTA

Is It Too Late To Say Sorry? (f,a) - after blocking Yuta in every form of communication as possible, he tries his best to ask for your forgiveness. In his own aggressive ways, at least.

TIMESTAMPS

SUH JOHNNY

[6:03am] cuddling with johnny (fluff, a bit suggestive)

JUNG JAEHYUN

[11:37pm] thirty four, thirty fivin’ with jaehyun (suggestive)

[08:35] ex's and oh's with taeyong and jaehyun

DONG SICHENG

[08:35pm] dinner date with winwin (pure, unadulterated fluff)

LEE TAEYONG

[9:38pm] a warm and quiet night with taeyong (fluff)

[11:30pm] late night cramming with taeyong (fluff)

HUANG XUXI

[7:35pm] pre-date night with lucas (suggestive)

LEE DONGHYUCK

[3:00pm] bickering with haechan (kinda fluff)

LEE MARK

[3:33pm] heaven is with mark lee (fluff)

NA JAEMIN

[7:36 am] clingy jaemin (fluff)

PROMPTS

NCT as contestants in RPDR

How NCT 127 would dance to Rollin’ by Brave Girls

How I would make NCT Dream Cry

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[the32ndbeat]

KEY: Fluff - f | Angst - a | Suggestive - s

Disclaimer: I don’t write smut but I do write (highly) suggestive stuff instead. As of now, I’m not very comfortable with writing smut (mostly because I think I’m going to completely butcher it and also I want to keep this blog sfw?) so yeap :’) You’ll also notice that a lot of my timestamps are gonna be more fluffy because that’s what I’m most comfortable with!

( last updated: 06.05.21 )

timestamps masterlist

NCT 127

➣ johnny suh 《10:12pm》  [f] 《4:31pm》 [s]

➣ lee taeyong 《12:00am》 [s]

➣ kim dongyoung 《11:32am》 [f] 《11:11am》 [f]

➣ jung yoonoh 《8:42am》 [f] 《10:43pm》[s + f] 《10:01am》 [a]

➣ kim jungwoo 《9:33pm》[f]

➣ mark lee 《9:32pm》 [s] 《10:22am》 [f] 《10:32pm》 [f]

➣ lee donghyuck 《5:32pm》 [f]

NCT DREAM

➣ huang renjun 《2:48pm》 [f]

➣ lee jeno 《4:12pm》 [f]

➣ na jaemin 《1:03pm》 [f]

➣ zhong chenle 《1:09am》 [f]

WAYV

➣ li yongqin 《12:59am》[s]

➣ wong yukhei 《6:03pm》 [f]

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➣ johnny suh

perfection - teaser | fic

you were his muse, his inspiration, his source of creativity… his one and only.

“you are mine.”

➣ wong kunhang

mine for the summer - teaser | fic

what would you do if you are given a chance to revisit the summer that changed everything? to relive your youth, rekindle old friendships and perhaps… resurrect the one that got away?

- Hands trembling, you cupped your face, unable to believe what is happening. Did you just… travel back in time? -

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➣ jung yoonoh 

only you | j.yn  - teaser | m.list

from the moment you walked in through those doors, jaehyun knew instantly that you were the one for him. there is no other, only you. you were perfect for him in every way and if fate wasn’t going to pull you into his arms, he was going to do it himself, no matter what it takes.

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[swee7dream]

Hiii, I was just wondering if I could request hc's for what cg names you think NCT would use? Thanks!

I love your blog btw, it's a huge comfort when I'm regressed or want to regress and can't :)

cg!dreamies' favorite nicknames ! cg!nct dream x f!reader

genre fluff, agere content warnings feminine nicknames, one mention of blood dni if you sexualize age regression author's note thank you so much for the request and kind words, nonnie ! leaving huge kiss on ur forehead. 127 + wayv soon ( now that i'm out of school ! cheer ! )

mark lee (ᓀ‸ᓂ)

mack ! the result of his tiny struggling with the letter r - 10/10. very cute no notes from him

also, consider: minnie

was a bit feminine for his liking at first but didn’t say anything

over time it’s a name he’s grown attached to and is lowkey overcome with cuteness aggression when you call him that

“what rhymes with heart?” mark breaks the comfortable silence in his room, notebook next to his seat on the bed as you draw with your belly to the floor, feet swinging up in the air. “um… part? bart? lart?” you think. “heart… fart. hehe.” “…part.” he repeats in a mumble, scribbling the idea down. “fart!” “i’m not using the word fart in this song, baby.” “minnie so boring!”

huang renjun ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა

jun! specifically jun(e) bug.

likes having matching names with his tiny so he calls you lovebug! junebug and lovebug.

you also call each other just bug, for obvious reasons.

that would be his only “title” so to speak

uncomfortable with any of the traditional ones and cringes at the other ones because he is nothing if not the number one HAY TER

“bug has gotta go to the restroom, okay?” “okay!” you reply, hopping off your seat and walking down the hallway, not even noticing renjun matching your pace at your side. when you two bump into each other at the door frame, you just blink at each other. “wait, which bug gotta go bathroom?”

lee jeno ૮ .◜◡◝ა

nono :3

liked it until you began to say it nonstop as an excuse to tell him no to things like changing into your pajamas or drinking water

so used to jaemin that when you started calling him puppy he didn’t even blink

you don’t even call him that often, just when you’re in that in-between of a play pretend and not

never calls himself that though.

“puppy, help.” you pout. jeno drops his head to the side, hands still balled up to his chest, immersed in his role of doggy at the vet. “got’a cut.” you hold up your pointer finger, blood beginning to gather and spill out of a slit in your fingertip. “paper cut, gumdrop?” “yeah…” “let me see, sweet girl.”

lee donghyuck ʕ˙Ⱉ˙‧:ʔ

channie

titles were an attempt. he really tried it lol

but you just couldn’t! he’s not a daddy or a mommy or a sibby ! he’s just your channie

you also tried hyuckie but when you skipped your ‘h’s it sounded like you were saying yuckie and as funny as it is to you, it always was met with haechan’s :l

you still call him that, but only when he’s being annoying and not paying attention to you!!! something about needing to sleep or something

whatever. as if

“channie!” your shout wakes hyuck in a split second, the balance he found falling asleep in his desk chair lost. his feet hit the floor with a thump as he turns to meet your eyes. “what’s wrong?” he breathes out. “lunchtime! made sammies!” you grin, acting as if you hadn't almost given him a heart attack.

na jaemin ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

any! he honestly doesn’t care, he finds all of them adorable

nana and jaemie are a given, i feel

he’s so nana shaped! :D

he likes other names more, though.

even if you don’t call him it yourself, if you are comfortable with it he will refer to himself as daddy. ‘daddy this, daddy that’ 25/8

you considered using your washi tape to shut him up once but didn’t want to waste it

his hands have a mind of their own to pinch your cheeks to death when you’re really little and you can’t help but let a ‘mama’ slip.

it’s like a reward /ref

“meow…” still waking up from a nap, you point at luke grooming himself. “meow?” jaemin’s eyes raise from the potatoes he’s peeling at the kitchen sink to see you laying on the couch, cheek pressed into the cushion. “meow, mama.” you repeat, wiggling your fingers to encourage luke to come closer. a lazy smile appears on your face when he does. “lukey’s a meow...”

zhong chenle (ᯟ︿ᯏ)

daddy.

point blank. no other options

when you’re Little the ink on his birth certificate magically erases ‘chenle’ and writes in its place ‘daddy’

if you call him chenle he will turn around (a full 360 degrees) and then just ask: “who’s that? is somebody else here? that’s so crazy what”

he’s goofy like that

refers to himself by his title more than you do. which is saying a lot considering he likes you saying it so much he basically makes you say it every time you ask for something

chenle drops his head down do your lips brush against his ear when he heard you mumble something he couldn’t understand. “talk to me, dollface.” “sleepy…” there’s a pause in between the two syllables as you rub your cheek on his sleeve like one of jaemin’s cats. “wanna home.” “you wanna go home?” “yeah.” “okay bye.” he sing-songs, gently lifting your head off him. “no…” you sigh. “daddy, can we go home please?” “of course, princess, let me go get our coats.”

park jisung (∩˃o˂∩)

jiji/didi + sungie + bubby

where did bubby come from? jisung doesn’t know. honestly, you don’t know either. you just said it one day and it stuck.

at the very beginning of figuring out how your regression would work with jisung added to the mix, you looked up a list of cg names and just went down the list, giggling at his very physical reactions to each one

best reaction? daddy. he literally looked like a cartoon character getting hit by a giant piano

you had to take a break. bro dissociated for a solid minute

“didi okay?” you pouted, waving a hand in front of his face. his eyes were out of focus and you haven’t seen him even blink for the past few seconds. “didi, wake up!” you whine, pulling at his fingers to no avail, leaving you to stand before him with your arms crossed until you stomp away. “gonna watch pj masks by m’self!” your decision snaps jisung awake, chasing after you immediately. “no, wait! don’t start it without me!”

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TBZ  | 127 | WayV

KEY: Fluff - ♡ | Angst - ☆ | Smut (but not really, see disclaimer) - ☽ 

Disclaimer: I don’t really write smut but I do write (highly) suggestive stuff instead. As of now, I’m not very comfortable with writing smut (mostly because I think I’m going to completely butcher it and also I want to keep this blog sfw? I may or may not write some in the future though) so yeap :’) You’ll also notice that a lot of my timestamps are gonna be more fluffy because that’s what I’m most comfortable with!

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➳ mark lee

《5:39pm》↠♡,《9:32pm》↠ ☽ 

➳ huang renjun

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➳ lee jeno

《4:12pm》↠♡

➳ lee donghyuck

《11:53am》↠♡ 

➳ na jaemin

《1:21am》↠♡

➳ zhong chenle

《6:33pm》↠♡ 

➳ park jisung

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[swee7dream]

the types of littles cg!dreamies would take care of caregiver!nct dream x gn!reader

a/n this is agere content ! all inappropriate interactions will be blocked. please don't interact if you sexualize age regression. thank you ! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

mark lee (ᓀ‸ᓂ)

a regressor on the older side! probably someone that can communicate their needs and wants with ease.

i feel like mark would be the type of cg that loves teaching you about his passions. he would sit you on his lap and have his hands over yours as he helps you play hot cross buns on the keyboard.

out of all the dreamies, i feel that mark's tiny would be the most fascinated with music and all its elements. you and mark would most likely spend a lot of your tiny time together in a band where the drums are cups and your sticks are pencils.

he's definitely patient and does his best to fulfill his baby's requests no matter how deep in their imagination they come from.

you want a unicorn drink? he'll do his best to make a unicorn with whipped cream and chocolate chips on top of your hot cocoa! you want to go to mars? a trip to the space museum!

huang renjun ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა

a middle (12-15) regressor is definitely someone renjun could go tit for tat with.

you do have lots of little arguments that leave you with your arms crossed but you're always grateful for renjun at the end of the day.

he definitely holds you accountable for habits you know are good for you but you just don't want to for one reason or another.

but it's not as if renjun is a dictator!

renjun is a big fan of dressing up. he's like a little kid on a field trip except instead of asking 'are we there yet?' he asks 'am i pretty? you're making me pretty, right?'

for some reason, i feel like renjun would like to take pictures of you (or pretend to if you don't like being pictured when little). he just thinks you're the cutest thing in the whole wide world! if his tiny felt embarrassed by his fawning he'd only kiss the embarrassment away before continuing to do it some more.

lee jeno ૮ .◜◡◝ა

regardless of age, lee jeno is less of a caregiver and more of a stuffed animal come to life. or maybe a gentle guard dog.

he's usually snoozing on the couch while his tiny plays in the same room. you may think he's asleep but when you try to leave just for a second you hear him go 'where are you going, gumdrop?'

he's a little overbearing at times, which could be a problem especially for regressors on the older side, but he means well!

despite what others might think when first looking at him, jeno is not an iron-fist type of cg. unlike renjun, jeno's tiny can get away with poking his buttons most of the time. keyword: most.

lee donghyuck ʕ˙Ⱉ˙‧:ʔ

cg!donghyuck screams teenage babysitter. he likes kids, but he's kind of too embarrassed to admit it so he tries keeping a distance.

the best pairing for donghyuck would be a bratty little, someone that makes him care. someone that's so unapologetically themselves that he also begins to not care about the anxieties plaguing his mind.

he's still a little annoying as a cg; knocking a piece of track a little to the left so your train rolls off its route, beginning to build his own ice cream store with the block you were about to use, holding up your animal crackers in exchange for some cute and embarrassing poses.

donghyuck and his tiny are fighting the war of getting on each others nerves and neither side is ever gonna win but they fight on anyways.

"i love you, Angel." "...love you too, Channie."

na jaemin ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

not to put all age regressors in a box, but i feel that jaemin would do well with the image you get in your head when you think of agere. pastel colors, pacis, the whole shebang.

like renjun, he likes playing dress up but specifically enjoys dressing you up. always the prettiest dresses or suits, never letting you even close a button by yourself.

more than dress up though, he definitely likes playing royalty. he likes being either a brave knight that protects you from an evil dragon or your trusty and loyal butler.

jaem as a caregiver would be the most fun thing ever (in my opinion). still, that doesn't mean he's a total jeno i mean pushover. who wrote that? wow that's crazy...

anyway, cg!jaemin is a scary guy. it's at those times when you know you messed up, maybe you broke a vase or something, and you know he should be mad but he's not. he's disappointed. that's a thousand times worse somehow and so you promise him in tears that you'll never do it again.

zhong chenle (ᯟ︿ᯏ)

this guy. this guy is the scariest.

if you have any little buddies and chenle is your cg? you will probably hang out everywhere but his place.

it's a total illusion though, he's not scary at all. he's a big, loud, goofy guy. he's just a little blunt and the fact he wears sunglasses indoors that it scares all the more shy littles away. i feel like this is a bit of a struggle because i imagine that, like chenle, his tiny would be a very friendly social butterfly and their 'baby radar' is nearly 99% infallible.

chenle's tiny is like a well-behaved version of hae's. they're both little gremlins at times but chenle's would definitely keep it under wraps about it.

chenle's tiny has a phd in malicious compliance to chenle's manner rules. lots of "stern" stares full of longing and 'i need this' along with "juice box, please. juice box, please. juice box, please. juice box, p-"

however, they also double majored in kisses and crayon portraits so chenle doesn't even have a chance to get mad.

park jisung (∩˃o˂∩)

jisung's tiny is so teeny tiny and shy, even around him.

jisung is a one in a million man because he's the only one that can instinctively, telepathically, via sign language knows exactly what his baby needs without them having said a word.

it's usually quiet when you're little. maybe you're drawing, maybe you're sleeping, maybe you're just staring off into space. for jisung's little, their regression is just a time when everything can freeze for a second and all that matters is that their favorite plushie is clean and ready to cuddle with.

if jisung had one word to describe the role he has with his little, he would have to say a wall. something firm, something strong, something that ensures that nothing outside is let in and nothing inside seeps out.

a/n hello ! i'm working on some other projects but in the meantime, have this ! i have been posting some of my work also on ao3 so in case you're not on tumblr often, you can also find my one-shots there ! i think i'm gonna keep the bulletpoints here for now tho. i'm hoping you're all having a great start to your springgg (or autumnif ur in the southern hemisphere). oh, i also have question for you! putting aside ur actual dream bias, who do you think would be the best cg for you? me personally, i feel like either jisung or jaemin hehe

[swee7dream]

nct dream as partners to an age regressor cg!nct dream x f!reader

dni: if you sexualize age regression and/or have an 18+ blog.

genres agere content, fluff warnings feminine nicknames dni if you sexualize age regression author's note hihi ! first time blogging, kinda nervous ... i've had this idea in my little marble head for quite some time and now here i am posting it !

mark lee (ᓀ‸ᓂ)

ur gonna be the death of him. poor boy is stressed 25/8

he's doing his best but he still doesn't quite understand at times

a quality time lover ! sometimes he gets so immersed in his own thing he doesn't notice you switch tasks until it's too late,,,,

"oh no! oh dude... i'm so sorry man, c'mere. no, don't apologize. it's my fault. it's ok. you can cry all you want. let's just get a bandaid on that gnarly cut, okay?"

when he's sorry, he means it ! after the pb&j knife switcheroo incident, he made sure to set alarms to make your meals just in case you've regressed that day and can't (safely) make your own food

a very good listener ! he loves listening to u talk for hours and hours and hours and hours and

listens intently to the explanation of your shows, the names of your plushies, and the storylines currently on going as you play pretend

loves playing pretend. at first, he was a bit shy, breaking character and laughing into his hands when embarrassment got the best of him, but now bro is confident! u could place him in a broadway show and no one would think he's out of place

could be said he was actually the one who made the first move to play pretend.

"...whatcha doing?" "playing" "...what are you playing?" after being burned under your x-ray vision gaze for no less than 5 seconds, you hand him a plushie and 'insist' on him playing with you

not one for titles or nicknames. mark is mark, you are you!

punishments are the last of his worries. hopefully, you don't make it rise the ranks

huang renjun ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა

manners freak

"ah!" he always has to hold whatever you asked for out of your reach. "what do we say? it starts with a t and ends with a 'you'."

does all sorts of crafts with you

one time, he drew your favorite character and you loved it so much you made him put it on your wall then and there. he was undermining it and complaining that he didn't want to get up and do all the work that involves framing it but the smile and blush on his face told a different story

lets you put stickers on him! only the pretty ones that he's approved beforehand. and NOT on his hair. he's chinese, not korean. he doesn't need the military service buzzcut

like mark, not big on titles. they make him uncomfortable tbh. nicknames for you, however, he does quite like (tiny, munchkin, etc.).

happy to let you be independent while regressed under STRICT supervision

goes so far as to make little songs and jingles to you can sing along to as you perform certain tasks so you both know you're doing things safely and correctly even when out of his eyesight

ur complete coloring pages go right next to his pieces of art on the fridge. u are both artists !

lullabies are a must. the man is a singer for a living ! good night! z Z z ....

punishments usually consist of renjun nagging on for over an hour. you don't really tend to listen. it's mostly for him to let out his frustration before the big stepper comes for you.

"and NO ice cream this weekend!" "NO!"

lee jeno ૮ .◜◡◝ა

first one to actually not mind titles ! he can live without them but they scratch an itch in his brain like nothing else can

two words: cute aggression. leans in to kiss your cheek only to bite it. he bites your nose. he bites your EARS ?! someone lock this man up !

hugs you in a way that presses the cheeks of the two of you until you look like twins conjoined at the head

the cuddliest man ever like i've never seen a more teddy bear-coded individual?!?!?!

"gotta pee." "hold it." "i can't!" grumbling jeno noises

started going back to the gym after seeing how much he you like being carried

he doesn't really talk a lot when in cg mode, but you've known him long enough that you can read his body language just fine

might actually be in cg space more than you are regressed !

just anything that you do, big or little. it's so precious to him. he feels the urge to just protect you from everything!!!

no !!! u can't go outside !!! what if bugs bite u?!!! oh u brought bug spray? ok... send him a message of when u get on the bus! and when u get off the bus! and to ur friend's house! actually, just let him drive u ok? give him five minutes to change !

the worst at dishing out punishments out of all of dream. a pout, a teary eye, a sniffle, he's unraveling at the seams.

he sits on a chair by the bed, arms crossed with a stern look. you could shatter it with a bat of your lashes, but you know you need this.

"i'll be sitting here until you fall asleep. we could've played chutes and ladders tonight like you wanted if you hadn't thrown away your veggies, angel."

lee donghyuck ʕ˙Ⱉ˙‧:ʔ

he is the baby. wdym you are ?

poor boy is used to being the youngest and acting cute, what is he supposed to do now that the tables are turned?

at the beginning, it's lots of awkward head pats and hugs of comfort.

sits you on his lap while he's gaming, playing with you and your toys in between matches

kind of insecure to be ur cg :( give the boy praise and appreciation!

"you," he sighs, looking away from you. "you should really be in bed by now. it's past your bedtime." "but you're not asleep." another sigh. "i know..."

when his confidence and comfortability is up tho? big big BIG on the baby talk and praise to the point you have to remind him you guys are in public!!! it started out as a joke (yk how he is, being annoying on purpose with his main weapon being aegyo). he doesn't think it's a joke anymore guys,,,,,,,,,,,,,

titles are goofy to haechan. he calls you the same he always does.

"what about me? did i do a good job today?" he asks, striking a ridiculous pose. "yeah ! you're the best, chan ! :D" "... :( thank u baby :,("

punishments don't exist actually! he's right there next to you. silly string all over the room? it was his idea to play spiders. veggies thrown away? impossible. he never bought them to begin with. didn't do your assignment? was it that important to begin with? hyuck doesn't think so

might be a regressor too ! on the older side, perhaps (pre-teen - teenage)

na jaemin ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

terrible for big space. just the absolute worst

baby talk and aegyo is not an action for him, it's a lifestyle. makes you do one or the other (or both if he's feeling particularly sadistic i mean playful) if you want something or as a punishment on the lighter side

probably made you slip multiple times before you even told him you regress

all the cheesy, cringy, cliche stuff? he does that. shamelessly too

loves titles and uses them on himself even if you don't. doesn't make you call him anything, but he loves how it 'rolls off the tongue so well!'

he's an addict to nicknames for you. finds them randomly

"oh man, look at that rabbit! it's so cute!" "just like y/n" "what" just randomly takes out his phone in the middle of walking to text you nana: hi bunny you: ? you: hi?

acts of service are his natural calling. you might as well be quadriplegic.

makes your favorite drink for you! ur too little to do it urself !!! let him do it for u (pls pls pls pls pls he's on his knees)

also makes lunches for you that are all pretty and shaped like some sort of animal when ur feeling small ! he stopped doing cats though since one time you felt like you were eating luna and cried.

you two literally fight to death about who loves who the most. jaemin has to be tied to a chair in the basement of an abandoned building to let you do literally anything for him

punishments are extremely rare. virtually non-existent. he prefers to talk things through and give rewards rather than take away

health is important! it's so so important to him he set up a meal plan where you eat the rainbow three times a day.

makes you exercise with him.........

"i'll be home in about half an hour, jellybean. do you think you could finish a bottle of water by then? i know you can. i'll see you soon, okay?"

zhong chenle (ᯟ︿ᯏ)

you know those people that talk to babies like they're grown people that pay taxes and drink alcohol? that's chenle

he knows you've regressed and you're not in the mindset of an adult anymore, but he isn't a big baby talk person like jaemin is

the nicknames he uses for you are very classic so he can use them both in public and in private (doll, dollface, princess, etc.)

surprisingly into his role as cg? like, he has a chart set up for you and everything. if he's abroad/not around, he'll call you so you can place the gold stars yourself in his behalf

another manners enthusiast

uses titles for himself and expects you to use them too

"'can i have dessert please, what?', princess? what word is missing from that sentence?"

doesn't say much but always keeps an eye or hand on you in public.

bro is nonchalant (for the most part. just don't read his locked notes)

"a gift? i didn't buy you anything" LIAR. "what pink box? have you opened it? bring it over here. let me see"

he's very patient, just stern since he has strict boundaries and rules. constantly encouraging you to have firm boundaries as well.

"is this ok?" "do you not like this?" "how do you feel about that?"

go-to punishment is writing lines. always gives you a yogurt or some other snack when you finish. mostly does it for himself, he doesn't like staying on the subject of punishment/bad behavior. there's better things to do in his opinion

his favorite activity to do with you when small is your text message conversations. no words, no talking, just a photo message from you (!!!! look what i'm doing !!!!) and a photo from him in response (!!!! good job i'm so proud of you !!!! here's what i'm doing !!!!)

park jisung (∩˃o˂∩)

a lot like mark, not a fans of titles or nicknames

more of a listener. has lots of questions but doesn't want to interrupt the groove with which you're explaining the lore of equestria so he just nods his head in hopes that he'll understand with time and context

the one who would adjust the fastest to learning about your age regression out of all the dreamies. give him five minutes and he'll be like "...ok. wanna watch tv now?"

jisung is so !!! silly !!!

a goofy boy. he loves making exaggerated reactions and expressions to make you laugh

"gah-!" you've hit him with an invisible arrow! jisung holds his chest, stumbling back to slowly fall down onto the floor. very very slowly. "you've shot me... i can feel my life force leaving me... why... would you do this...? bleh."

kind of has a sixth sense for you. if something triggers you and makes you slip in public, he's like a cat that heard something no one else can.

pulsing your hand in his to get your attention only for you to avoid eye contact is a dead giveaway. he might not always be able to leave the event, but he makes sure to give you a break of just you two. breathing exercises, grounding techniques, he also lets you play with the plush toy keychain he bought for occasions just like these.

the first time you shutdown verbally when small, jisung panics! he's running around looking up on the internet how to 'talk without talking'. now he's a baby sign language expert. good job, you! /gen

author's note can u tell this came from a jaemin delusion? he's just so cg coded my LORD T-T

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◆ Dreamies Reaction: Around their crushes ◆

○ Genre: SFW - fluff || Wc: 1.8K

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● Mark Lee: award shows ●

anyone who saw him would think he purposely powdered too much blush on himself because that's how pink his face was.

dreamies would affectionately make fun of him for his super red ears, like, really red ears.

would try to befriend his crush and accidentally play it off as 'bestie' energy on the first meet.

Do you know how much Mark has been pacing around in his room? Johnny said that he had a hard time falling asleep because his little brother kept nervous laughing the night before. Or that Johnny could hear the sound of Mark's socks gliding across the floor, left ear - right ear again and again for a good 30 minutes or so.

The day after the awards, the program released a digital gallery of the best candid pictures taken during broadcasting. And take a grand guess who was sandwiched in between the pictures? That's right, the one and only Mork-Milk Mark Lee.

" {did Mark have beef with their makeup artist? lool}, {mark really said early Halloween didn't he?}, {ok yo wait what is going on? mark new bestie list?} .... bro the comments are roasting you!" voiced one his brothers back at home.

"stop! I tried really hard to be normal you know! Don't do me like that!" defended Mark. He thought he was doing a great job at being friendly but the colours of his ears betrayed him.

"I honestly think your crush thinks you only like them as a friend hahaha" teased Renjun. Marks messy hair got even more disheveled than before and he was definitely ready to throw his chopsticks but he's too manner of a boy to do that for real, or Taeyong would scold him more like it.

"NOOO" poor Mark ....

● Huang Renjun: shared schedules ●

would come to the filming site early and secretly make sure the area was comfortable

would compliment and praise their crush a lot while they were on break

he would lowkey get jealous when one of the staff would be too friendly but not voice his thoughts.

"Ah! Would you please hurry up? We are going to be late if you're this slow" sighed Renjun early in the morning with his fuzzy slippers on and his hot mug in hand to combat the cold weather.

He could hear Jeno muttering 'you mean you?' but choses to ignore it. He recently got casted as one of the main roles on the newest high-teen drama and through the casted list found their name right near his. He could not believe it, he thought he was dreaming, no he had to be right?

Well, reality hit him soon after because Renjun would arrive at the filming sight slightly earlier than he was needed, just making sure the atmosphere was just right. Through the grapevine he learned that his crush was just like him and did not like sitting around mess; so he made sure to have their place cleaned up if anything was amiss.

"Waahh~ Oh nice nice!" He successfully hyped his crush. "They're doing good aren't they?" he asked nobody in particular. He was all relaxed and happy until he saw the photographer getting too friendly with them. Ah, jealousy has finally struck him! Wish him luck guys!

● Lee Jeno: shared schedules ●

He may be an introvert but around the people he has gotten comfortable with, he's like an extrovert.

Not always the loudest but has a lot of crack moments every now and then.

Hyper Jeno means flirty Jeno; will try his best to flirt even though his crush keeps laughing at his silliness.

On the way over to the filming site, all Jeno did was lay down in the reclined seat and browsed through his phone. With the blue-light filter on, the boy kept changing between different apps, one of them being the one he uses to talk to his crush.

But no one start a conversation willingly at 7am would they? Most people would still be half-asleep, perhaps grumpy even if they ever heard the notification bell ping when they're not ready. Not Jeno. He was ready as ever to see his crush instantly reply to him not a minute later his move. Jeno is very much comfortable to poke the bear, a close combat because he knows his crush can't actually get mad with him, its a charm only he has; or at least that's what he likes to tell himself.

Jeno wants to send the loudest voice message but doesn't want to annoy his manager hyung, so he patiently waits until they park at the site.

"EEEEYYAAAAAHHH!!!" and all other martial arts noises comes out from a hyper Samoyed, who looks like he is about to crush his ...crush (i swear i did not do this on purpose) as they try their best to run away.

"You look gorgeous ... like me ... manager my phone now! I need to make a report for visual attack, for me i'm the attacked" his crush tried their best to not laugh like a donkey, i promise you that.

● Lee Haechan: award shows ●

This loud, attention seeking boy becomes really quiet when he is sitting next to them.

Taeyong thought he lost Haechan back at the dorms on the way to the award show.

Seems to fiddle with anything in sight, avoid eye contact with them but says he isn't avoiding anyone.

"whaddap Johfam! Guess what we have special for today ~ drum rolls please ... a quiet Haechan!" boomed Johnny as he pans the phone camera towards his younger brother. Haechan looks like he had been caught red handed eating the remaining hot cheetos.

So NCT21 were invited to one of the biggest award shows but unfortunately fate was cruel. Somehow, the staff in charge of the seating for the groups on the second floor got messed up and that was how Haechan found out that he would be sitting at the table his crush was placed; two tables away from his members.

Thankfully Taeyong was most near him, but the leader genuinely thought he had miscounted his kids because Haechan was that quiet. Being very timid, fiddled with his fingers or hair a lot, looking anywhere but facing their crush.

"You're gonna have to try talk to them somehow" supported the leader.

"i will, one day .... which isn't today. Hyung please switch to this table with me" begged Haechan, who only got a tight pity smile in return.

● Na Jaemin: shared schedules ●

Surprisingly, he still has one of the more chill personalities when around them; doesn't change the fact.

Might open their arms, making 'grabby' hands at them when he finally gets to sit down.

wakes up to a photo of him sleeping with his crush sleeping on them in a star position (write it as he shares the picture with czens).

"Yo oh yes frenn oh yeah sexayy" and cue the confused faces of his crush's staff crew. On the other side, behind him you could see the manager pinching the bridge of this nose, 'ah ... he's started again'.

"ayo ayo whaddap sexihh" his crush played along his rather special dimensioned mind. They knew Jaemin has a crush on them and were grateful to him that he did not pressure them into anything. Although that did not stop him from bringing the biggest one person blanket he could find so that he could trap his crush with it while they rest in between shooting.

*click* *click* sounded the camera shutter of Jaemin's polaroid camera. Towering over his sleeping figure was their 2 managers giggling like high school teens, "what's going?" he asked in his sleepy state, somehow automatically adjusts to the fact that his crush was a sleeping star on top of him, flattering.

Jaemin's loud laugh woke them up as he held up the 2 pictures in front of their face, "look at you ew you look funny! ahahahaaa, I'm showing this to czennies~"

"NA JAEMIN PUT THE PHONE DOWN!"

"too late!" but no one was really angry actually.

● Zhong Chenle: award shows ●

he would try and make the atmosphere not awkward because he hates when it feels like that.

would try make small talk but quickly starts talking about other things out of context.

he actually manages to score their phone number and bragged about it to Jisung.

Out of the things one could find to use as a conversation prompt, Chenle used only about half of one .... and threw the rest out the window. No quite literally; Jeno has slipped a paper listing different conversation starters but after reading out loud, he threw it away.

"who even uses those HAHAHAHAHAHA" laughed Chenle with that high pitched dolphin noise he could always make.

"Jisung did, i got some from Taeil hyung the other day" "HEY LEAVE ME OUT OF THIS!" and so this brings Chenle to the very moment he decided to put on a 'jeno' hat, with his,

"losers would question if its one butt or two butts, but i question if its mint brushing your teeth or brushing an exposed skeleton of yourself" someone please call one of his crush's staff ...

" mint brushing your teeth!! no other arguments allowed!" because even his crush acts just like him.

"THAT'S NOT IT!" see, Chenle was smart because at the end of the day, he succeeded getting their phone number; under the disguise of the on-going debate.

● Park Jisung: shared schedules ●

goes into Taeyong's bedroom at midnight, trying to ask for some tips on love-life.

gets caught by Johnny and Johnny teases him even more.

begs for his hyungs to be super serious but ends up attempting all the dumb ideas anyway.

In a dimly lit, orange and blue tinted enclosed space of Taayong's bedroom, sat 2 figures of people who looked like they were having some very serious conversations. Jisung at midnight knocked on the leader's door and blurted out that he needed help on how to start courting somebody.

Taeyong could not believe his ears. He did not think his youngest would ever come up to him to ask about dating but he pretended everything was all good and invited the boy inside. He started advising Jisung to be brave and just ask them for their contact.

"I cannot do that" "he cannot do that" barged in Johnny. Big brother Johnny has other ideas.

"You can't drive, so I'll drive for you. but buy all the flowers they like and tie it to helium balloons. release them and yell 'PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR NUMBER!'. that'll surely lure them in.

"ah HYUNG!!" "we are ... not doing that. I will not be responsible for the potential damage on all aspect" "dang rejected ~ well ok then"

Johnny gave even more ridiculous ideas for Jisung, even tho he begged him to be serious. So in the end, Jisung placed a flower pressed frame with his number on it, slyly slid it between their script at the end of the day. Now he plays the waiting game, please cheer for him ~

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