#idolboyfriend

[r-ebelchaoshq]

So lets back track to 4 years ago. When I met J-ess. She is the beginnings to this catastrophic, dumpster fire roller coaster I am currently on. We met while she was at work and I was just conveniently there. Turns out, we had a shared love for a certain music genre. And since I was wearing a shirt that showed that, she yelled from where she was down to where I was. And thus began the conversation.

Initially - we did NOT become friends. I had a different friend group at that time, and she was always with her ex boyfriend - but there was a night where we both happened to be watching the same streamed concert, drinking the same wine, both drunk out of our minds, and THAT was the moment our (now broken) friendship began. I thought she was a pretty chill chick, and her ex was a pretty chill guy too, so why not? I introduced them to my then friends group - let me stop here for a moment and explain that THAT friends group still exists, we just aren't as close as we once were, because life happens. But we all still talk and occasionally see one another. - everyone seemed to get along (or so I thought).

We had a few getogethers, a few small parties, but slowly and surely, the original set started to drift. I chalked it up to life. One was dealing with home life issues, one was dealing with job life issues, and one had met the love of her life and was starting a whole new chapter. But coke to find out WELL later on, that it was because of J-ess and the things they would witness. But I am not that smart at times and choose to believe there is good in everyone, so I kept her around. Kept telling myself she was actually a good person deep down. (Now is when I wish I had listened to everyone back then.) Enter my (former neighbors), who knew J-ess. Knew her from years prior. And oh man, did they look terrified when I told them I was hanging out with her. Instantly, their bodies stiffened, their faces went pale and I get a very stern "Be careful. She is a pathological liar." .... Interesting. But I stated people can change. They can grow. And they did agree with that. This was all in 2019.

Lets skip to 2020. Pandemic time. Since J-ess had been in my place a large portion of the time prior, she still would stop up occasionally when she could. We would hang out, watch MVs, and just bullshit. This is when I introduced her to a certain KPop group that I had found in 2019. She, in the beginning, would not give them a chance. Would not listen to them. Wouldn't even glance at their pictures. But I was truly tired of listening to just one group, and knew it wouldn't hurt her to broaden her horizons. It took me a WHILE, but after seeing the one member in their (at the time) newest MV, she was hooked. And that began the journey of getting to learn this group. And how I now wish I had not let it go as far as it did...

[ni-kisno1fan14007]

Rains and Kisses

pairing: idolboyfriend!riki x fem!reader

warnings: suggestive (mostly fluff.. mostly), making out, nudity, kissing.. a lot of kissing.. like an unhealthy amount of kissing, a lot of skinship

wc: idk

now playing: perfect for you by Ariana grande

His kisses were.. intoxicating, plump lips catching yours in heated passion leaving you breathless.. yet begging for more. The rain outside did nothing to cool down the atmosphere with Riki's kisses trailing down your jaw and neck.. his large veiny hands pulling up your camisole revealing more skin, the skin that was reserved only for his eyes. From the pudge on your belly to the thickness of your thighs he loved it all, "all the more for me to love".. his deep voice lull out.

His hands slowly slid down the straps of your camisole.. revealing your chest to him.. all bare and vulnerable a sight that left him absolutely insane, a sight that sent heat rushing to his lower body. "Come on darling.. I think I need to let out some stress.. I've had a rough day with schedules".. he mumbles out, tongue gently tracing at your jaw.. hands cupping your chest as his shirtless body presses against yours. His breath was hot.. blowing against your warm skin as he teased you.. fingers gliding over your stomach playing with the little bow in the middle of your panties.

He was a large man.. standing at over 6 feet tall, you couldn't push him away even if you wanted to.. but why would you even think about that? you had the most handsome man you have ever seen obsessed with your body.. with your mind, with your everything.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, desperately clinging onto him for life, as his lips press kisses on your skin.. heat pooling at your panties as his rough calloused hands leave teasing touches.. you let out a squeak as he captures your lips in another kiss, tongue sliding inside, instantly overpowering yours.. deep curses leaving his lips in Japanese as he feels himself growing stiff at the feeling of your small hands clawing at his back.. god you were perfect for him.. the perfect girl for him to hold at sleepless nights, the perfect girl to lull him into sleep after a tiring day and the perfect girl for him have screaming for his touch.

"F..Fuck love.. I need you so so bad.." he would whisper out arms wrapping around your waist pulling you impossibly close, lips pressed hard against your neck and collarbones leaving dark hickeys that showed the entire world that you were his and his only.

[jaykesgirly]

Take Care . LHS

pairing: idolboyfriend!heeseung x gn!reader

synopsis: your boyfriend heeseung has been overworking himself with schedules and producing so you convince him to finally come home and spend time with you

warnings: overworking? lack of eating (heeseung), slightest bit of angst if you squint

wc: 626

Heeseung has been coming home late night after night, whether it’s due to schedules or staying behind at the company to produce. With his increasing involvement in the group’s music, he has been spending any free time he can get in the studio writing songs. This has led to you becoming worried about his health and whether he’s eating his meals or not, so you decide to call him on one of these late nights.

“Hey baby what's up? Are you okay?” Heeseung answers the phone, slight concern in his voice because he assumed you would be asleep by now.

“Everything’s alright love, I just wanted to hear your voice that’s all. I haven’t seen you in what feels like ages,” you try to hide the worry and sadness in your voice but Heeseung picks up on it right away.

“I know baby I’m so sorry. With the comeback being only a few weeks old there’s still so much promo to do and I barely get any free time to work on music, which is actually what I’m doing right now.”

“That’s what concerns me though Hee. You’re not coming home until closer to 3am and then leaving by 7am for schedules. I know you really want to have the time to write songs but you also need to consider your well being. Are you even eating properly?”

“I try to but sometimes–”

“You need to always prioritize eating well, especially now with all the traveling and promos you’re doing. I’m really worried for you,” you cut him off, not wanting to hear the excuse he was going to give you.

“I know love, I’ll try to be better with my meals. How about this, I wrap up what I’m doing now and order some food to bring home and we can eat together.” This didn’t sound like a bad idea, especially because it’s been four days since you’ve seen your boyfriend.

“That sounds lovely Hee I can’t wait to see you. Just hurry up since it’s already midnight.”

With that, you two said your goodbyes and hung up the phone call.

As promised, Heeseung showed up a half hour later with food and drinks in his hands.He set the bags down and gave you the biggest hug he could without crushing you.

“I missed you so much baby, I’m so sorry I haven’t been around to hug you and spend time with you.” He nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent as you smelled like home to him. He had been constantly going day after day; he almost forgot what you smelled like, so he’s glad you called him and brought him back to reality.

“I know bubs I missed you so much too, I’m just glad you’re here and we can enjoy some time together.” You run your hands through his hair, leaving soft kisses on his head.

The two of you pull away, taking the bags of food to the living room to eat. As you two enjoy your meal together, you let Heeseung talk about his recent promotions and trip to LA for KCON. It felt like you two were talking for hours, wanting to catch up on all the things you have missed in the time you hadn’t seen each other.

Once you two finish eating and cleaning up your mess, Heeseung embraces you in another hug, “I’m so lucky to have you as my partner, what would I do without you?”

Before you could respond to him he traps you in a loving kiss, making sure you can feel just how much he adores you.

“I love you so much I hope you know that,” he confesses, pulling away.

“I love you too.”

[shypen]

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sypnosis. jake pulls the foreigner card on you ♡

genre. fluff

contains. hugging, upset jake, ++

pairings. idolboyfriend!jake x nonidolgirlfriend!reader

req status. yesyesyes!!!

word count: 311

“what’re you doinn??” jake plops on your bed, trying to see what you’re typing on your laptop.

“writing a business email,” you flatly reply. its a sunny but windy day in seoul, south korea. jake’s hanging out in your apartment for a few weeks to spend some more time with you due to his hectic schedule.

he pouts as he leans on your shoulder. “you’re so busyy,” he whines, watching as you type away. you just scoff at his playfulness, but then your mind goes blank. “shoot,” you mutter under your breath as you stop typing. jake looks up at you and smiles.

“what happened?” he asks as you close your laptop. “my boss only speaks korean, and i forgot how to say this—”

“i can help!” he cuts you off, his eyes sparkling. you giggle at him and nod. “i forgot what ‘question’ is in korean..” you say, rubbing the back of your neck as you look at jake. he just nods and hugs you, leaving you confused.

“what?” you mutter. “why are you hugging me..” he nuzzles your neck and tries to change the topic. “how’s your day..”

“jake.” you glare at him as he smiles nervously, hugging you even more tightly. “did you forget—“

“you can’t blame me, i was born in australia!!!” he complains, getting pouty. you laugh at him as he sits up on the bed, letting go of your waist. “you cant pull the foreigner card on me, sim jaeyun!” you chuckle, tapping his shoulder aggressively. “don’t put my full name into this,” he says, trying to hide his smile ‘til he can’t.

“sorry, baby,” you apologize and his smile comes back.

“just google translate it,” he sulks, leaning closer to you to read your email. “but you’re my google translate,” you reply, tugging on his shirt. he scoffs playfully. “i’m not an accurate one.”

this was so short but so cute omgggg!!!!

if u liked this please reblog!! it’ll help me a ton ♡ tysm for reading baee!

𝓽aglist . @kwanholic

[penny44224]

Touch Bracelets 🎸🎸

idolboyfriend!Jay x PocFem!Reader -Fake Texts

Genre: Fluff, crack, smut suggestive

Warning : 18+ in some texts, cursing, reader & jay does text smut/nsfw theme things so be advised, major grammar issue

a/n: hi hi I’m glad everyone is enjoying the fake text so far for enhypen. I decide to delete that text app with the color bc I kept crashing so I’m now just texting myself and seeing if that is better and since it’s hard to edit the text if I made a mistake that are many grammar issues. So I do apologize and hope it doesn’t mess with your experience in this imagine. Also remember I’m new to this but I’m down for any tips or advice as I continue this.🌹enjoy

Master list

[jebewonmorelike]

Pay You Back

wc: 1.3k (failed my own 1.1k challenge but close enough) pronouns: none used; n/a warnings: fluff, some themes of social anxiety/embarrassment in public but nothing descriptive, asking about financial troubles, hao being both your mom and boyfriend, he's in zb1 in this summary: idolboyfriend!hao has to come rescue reader when their card declines at the grocery store and he is not prepared to find out the reason it's maxed out. ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ so i wrote this to see if i could force myself to limit to under 1.1k words... i have a tendency to get carried away and not as many people like longer fics so. i failed bc i went 200 words over but it was a pretty close. anyway if i write shorter works, i can write more so i want to get back in the habit of it. better for my stress levels too lmao. just finished my second "semester" back at school i'm so happy!! third semester stars 7/3 tho so that's annoying but. i have one whole week to do nothing (except work but). ANYWAY hope you enjoy :)

“(Y/N)?” You hear your boyfriend’s voice as he enters the grocery shop. Even though Zhang Hao is quite reserved, he’s more than willing to make a small scene if you’re in trouble. “(Y/N)!?”

The store owner, who is also manning the checkout counter, lifts his arm high enough for Hao to see it over the aisles, pointing at you exaggeratedly— more than unamused.

Hao rushes over to where you stand in the checkout lane; your groceries half-bagged, half sitting askew on the conveyor belt. A couple people are beginning to line up behind you. He frowns, trying to decipher what about this scene could’ve possibly made you text him: 

🚨 EMERGENCY AT MARKET!! PLEASE COME HELP!! 🚨

“Honey, what’s wrong?” He asks, brows furrowed in confusion. “You said there was an emergency!”

“Is not being able to pay for your large grocery order after someone has already gone through the trouble to scan and bag most of it an emergency?” The owner asks, resentful eyes still locked on your embarrassed ones. 

Hao starts to open his mouth to respond, but the owner cuts him off. “I’ll answer for you. It is an emergency... if the owner forgot to pay his utilities bill and the electricity went out while his wife was curling her hair for work this morning.”

Your boyfriend glances at you then back at the store owner. “Right…”

“I tried to just leave, but he kept this exact same rant going for ten minutes,” you whisper to him as the owner continues to moan and groan about how his wife chased him around the house with a slipper. “I’m really sorry to bother you. I know how busy you are.”

Hao shakes his head definitively. “It doesn’t matter how busy I am— I’ll always have time to help you out,” he says with an affectionate smile, raising his hand to squeeze your right shoulder comfortingly. “As long as you continue to conveniently call when I’m already on lunch break.”

You sigh, looking back down at your shoes in embarrassment.

“Did you forget your credit card? Is that the issue?” Hao asks, taking his wallet out of his back pocket before you even answer.

The store owner laughs. “Worse. It declined.”

Hao looks at you concernedly. Maxing out your credit card was not like you at all. Despite the occasional shopping splurge, you were usually quite practical with money. The look of worry on Hao’s face is valid. 

Still, he hands his own credit card to the store owner and begins throwing some of your grocery items into bags himself. As the owner hands Hao his receipt and credit card back, you pick up a few of the bags and head toward the sliding doors. Hao grabs the last bag and follows quickly behind you.

When you’re outside, you breathe a deep sigh of relief; even a couple of people’s annoyed stares had caused your heart to speed up and your body temperature to rise. Hao falls into step beside you, but it takes you a few moments to relax enough to remember he’s there.

When you finally look over at him, he smiles reassuringly. The token introvert had set aside his nature (and sacrificed his coveted lunch break) to rescue you. And he’d also paid for your groceries.

“I’ll pay you back,” you promise softly, cheeks turning rosy once more.

Hao purposely bumps into your side as you walk, trying to get you to smile and break your tension. It works. You scrunch your nose up at him in a smile and he glues himself to your side, hooking a finger in your back pocket to keep you as close as possible as you make your way down the quiet street.

After another few moments of comfortable silence, Hao clears his throat. “So,” he starts, trying his best to sound nonchalant. “Are you behind on credit card payments? There’s no shame in it; it happens.”

“No,” you answer simply, shaking your head as you steal a glance at your boyfriend. You watch as his brow furrows in confusion.

“Oh,” he replies, lips forming a small pout. “Well, you know you could tell me if you were, right? I'd do my best to help you if that’s what you needed.”

“I know,” you say with a smile, watching again as he blinks curiously-- trying to figure out what the problem could be. “I’d tell you if I was having financial problems. I'd refuse your help, but I would tell you.”

“Right,” he affirms, nodding as if to convince himself that he could end his interrogation there. He fails, of course, and an unstoppable flurry of questions begins to fall from his lips. “So... So what happened? Did the card expire or something? Why didn’t you use your debit card? There’s money on your debit card, right? And I know you despise cash, but--.”

You stop walking and Hao’s finger still hooked in the pocket of your jeans pulls him back to face you. “There is an incredibly simple explanation for this,” you explain, placing your grocery bags on the ground for a moment as you pull your credit card out of your phone case. “This card isn’t my usual credit card. It’s a very limited credit account that I opened for a specific purchase. It looks almost identical to my actual credit card I use on a normal basis so I grabbed this one by accident before I left this afternoon. I was in a rush and couldn’t find my debit card, so I took what I thought was my credit card thinking I’d be fine, but... I was obviously not fine.”

“Ohhh,” Hao sighs, nodding in both comprehension and relief. “Well that makes a lot more sense. I was worried about you! I didn’t think you’d suddenly developed some sort of debilitating shopping addiction, but...”

“Rest assured,” you soothe, picking your bags back up and continuing with your boyfriend down the street to the bus stop. “I have plenty of money. I wish I had more, of course. But it’s enough to survive for now.”

“Are you sure you want to take the bus?” Hao asks, running his hand down your back comfortingly. “I can drive you.”

“No, you can’t,” you reply, taking the last grocery bag from his hands and draping it on your arm. You rummage through it for a moment before pulling out a fresh deli sandwich. “Your lunch break is almost over and I've used up all of it already. So, eat this on the way back to Wakeone or I will find you and I will shove it down your throat myself.”

“I can see you’re back to normal,” Hao says with a grin, taking the boxed sandwich in his hand as you reach the bus stop. “I love you.”

“Love you more,” you say, checking to make sure no one is around before kissing his cheek. His eyes closed, he sighs blissfully.

Your bus makes its way around the corner, pulling to a stop in front of you. 

“Oh, I forgot to ask,” Hao says quickly as you walk up the steps. “What was the purchase that you opened that new credit card for?”

You turn around, biting your lip in a smile. “I bought 40 copies of your debut album!”

“YOU DID WHAT!?”

You’re not sure if you’ve ever seen Zhang Hao more shocked than he is right now. You’re lucky the sandwich box didn’t fly out of his hand and onto the sidewalk. 

“It’s okay: I’m pretty sure I made a good investment!” You call back with a wink to your boyfriend, whose jaw is still dropped as the bus door begins to close. “Didn’t I?”

All Hao can do is nod-- a slow, exaggerated nod as he processes what you’ve said.

You wave at him, grinning-- any embarrassment you had felt ten minutes ago entirely washed away. Zhang Hao may have had to buy your groceries for you, but you think you might’ve already paid him back.

As the doors close, you call to a now smiling but awestruck Hao:

“You’re welcome!”

[heedeunggii]

nighttime routine w/ hoshi

summary how you spend your nights with your boyfriend

paring idolboyfriend!hoshi x gn!reader

warnings none, it’s all fluff. there’s a cuss word if you squint

word count 480+

a/n it’s been a LONGGG time but i’m starting to come up with some ideas for writing and i’m trying to write more this year! also i might do this with other members (like a series maybe) depending if i remind myself to OR come up with something good. this is also kinda short lolziesss

“i’m home lovieee!”

“soonyoung!”

you immediately ran to your boyfriend, jumping in his arms as he held you by your thighs. you placed short and sweet kisses all over his face.

“you missed me huh?”. hoshi loved teasing you about how clingy you were. you ignored his remark and hugged tighter, you really did miss him.

don’t be mistaken, you loved that soonyoung was finally living his dream. you were even a fan of his band yourself, but things got lonely at home sometimes. no matter how much you felt lonely soonyoung always made sure you knew he loved you sooo much.

“come on, let’s go get you ready for bed. it’s already late and i’m exhausted just from waiting for you!”

he smiled as you dragged his arm to your shared bedroom.

things were always happy for you two. it was just a normal relationship honestly. soonyoung was like a golden retriever with his energy and you were his black cat. it was common for him to get extremely hyper when he’s passionate. the members even asked for him to bring you to practice because he’d get extremely energetic. during the groups HOT era, that was the most they’ve seen him energetic about dancing.

“can you massage my back? i tripped during practice and my back hurts..”, he whined. you giggled and grabbed the lotion under his side of the bed.

(don’t ask)

you’re not really the talkative type with soonyoung because you love hearing him talk rather than talking. when you guys first started dating he assumed you weren’t interested with him, but you explained you’re more of a observant person.

“this feels so good baby, thank you seriously”

“anytime soonie”

you rubbed circles into his now smooth back. he sighed in relief when you placed a kiss on the top of his head.

the moment was broken when you smelled his hair. he stunk of sweat and the outside smell. you quickly pushed him off the bed holding your nose and furrowing your eyebrows.

“ew soonyoung! you fuckin stink. go shower”

“y/n!! you could’ve said it better than that”

he got up pouting and went into the bathroom.

when he got out he didn’t say anything and just laid down. he was definitely still pouting, which is very common with soonyoung.

he is more of the sensitive type especially when he’s tired so you knew you wanted to make up before sleeping. unless you’d be getting a cold shoulder all day tomorrow.

“soonie.. i’m sorry baby your smell really shocked me”

he didn’t respond but he turned around and just stared at you with doe eyes.

“i’ll drive you to practice?”

“…”

“and pay for dinner tomorrow”

“okay!”

you let out a giggle, knowing food is one of the keys to his pure little heart.

“now that you’re okay, let’s sleep now cutie”

you got in the bed next to him and he pulled you close. you turned out the light and finally got into your peace of mind.

everything felt good, it was 10x better since you had soonyoung behind you keeping you warm.

[honey-hyungs]

[12:49am] you grab the doorknob and twist it slowly, sighing in relief as you hear it click closed with a soft noise, and not the heavy slam that you’re used to. stepping outside, and into the cool winter air, yuta grips your hand and intertwines your fingers with his own.

“i told you we’d make it outside the dorms unnoticed!” he whispers, cautious of making too much noise, yet excited at the success of sneaking out with you.

and with that you tug at his hand in yours and lead him down the hallway to the opened, awaiting elevator, giddily pressing the button that reads “ground floor.” you’re ready to embark on a night of winding through city streets whilst spending the night with the love of your life.

[jaehotbuns]

idolboyfriend!mark

♡ 2.6k, fluff  =^._.^= ∫

you first met Mark on a Nature Republic photo shoot where your friend was a hair stylist 

she called you frantically because the SM staff caught multiple employees from each department posting on their personal social media stories the location and whereabouts of the members and dismissed them from the site

they were shooting at an island in the middle of nowhere which you were conveniently writing a thesis on different landscapes of South Korea 

you had no experience of styling other people and only did it for yourself but you knew you couldn’t leave your friend deserted so you came to help in any way that you could

half of the staff were fired on the spot so they immediately pushed you towards the members to prepare them for their next shoot after threatening legal action if you decided to act as stupidly as the other stylists did 

you saw your friend quickly adjusting the collar of theHawaiian shirt that was roughly put on Jaehyun and she gave you an apologetic look and mouthed a ‘thank you’

you were assigned at styling Mark’s hair, which you were scared of because you had never styled a man’s hair before never mind a celebrity but you squared your shoulders and hoped for the best

he was already used to the chaos but he was slightly concerned at how well you would perform considering that your eyebrows were furrowed and had sweat rolling down your temples as you scrunched the ends of his hair with mousse to create beachy waves

every stylist that he met was always either professional and stoic or overly friendly to try and get with the members romantically but he tried to suppress his laughter when he saw your distressed face under your medical mask

in such a stressful and hectic situation, he would never talk to the staff to help them focus but he couldn’t help but strike up a conversation with you

you looked younger than him too so he felt more comfortable

“first time?” he asked with a smile on his face as he looked up at you

your hands stopped in the middle of combing the fluffy mousse through his hair and your face dropped slightly, “you could tell?”

Mark covered his laugh with his hand as he didn’t want to discourage you but couldn’t help but chuckle at the cute expression on your face 

“yeah,” he answered but then realized that it came out meaner than he had intended

“but you’re doing a great job! Keep going!” He tried to encourage you by motioning with his hands to continue

you patted his hair into place for finishing touches but you pouted under your mask when you realized, “how would you know? You can’t even see it” 

there were no mirrors in sight except for the hand mirrors that stylists held on their belt

he choked on his saliva out of embarrassment and rubbed his hand awkwardly on the back of his neck

“well let’s see then!” He exclaimed and you begrudgingly gave him the hand mirror to see 

you were bracing yourself in case he thought you made his hair into a bird’s nest and demanded you to be fired on the spot but he let a “wahh” escape his mouth as he admired the hairstyle 

“this actually looks great!” He said a little too excitedly 

“we were both expecting it to look bad then, huh?” You joked but really you were relieved that he thought it didn’t look atrocious 

Mark shook his head to deny but you held his shoulders in place to not disrupt his hair 

his face went pink and you realized that you just touched a client, a very influential client 

you lifted your hands off of him quickly and stepped back so that he could stand up from his chair and go in front of the cameras to prepare for the shoot

“thank you” he said and you both exchanged bows before awkwardly getting back to work 

you stayed on the set with your friend for the rest of the day until the sun went down and the sky turned a bright pink from the previous ocean blue 

luckily, that was the last hair and clothes change that NCT needed and everyone started to pack up after the photographer and managers shouted “thank you for your work” and everyone bowed and clapped to each other 

while each member started to load into their vans to get back to the city for their next schedule, Mark ran up to you and asked if you were apart of the SM staff or were for hire from another beauty boutique

“oh, I just came last minute,” you said 

“I’m not actually licensed for this I came to help”

he let out a disappointed “oh” and decided not to take your number down since it was unprofessional and knew that after the fiasco today that there could be anyone around to expose him if he did 

“good night, see you around,” he said in hopes that he would see you again

you doubted that he would see you around but you repeated what he said and waved at him as he ran into the van 

the other members were confused as to why he ran off to greet you and were ready to tease him since they noticed that you were his type physically 

but he knew that they were about to so he lied and said that he forgot to take a bracelet from you and pretended to fall asleep so that they couldn’t question him further

you thought about that was a once in a lifetime experience until 2 weeks later the campaign was a hit and everyone was fawning over Mark specifically since he looked like boyfriend material in a white button up shirt and blue jeans with messy beach hair 

your friend called to tell you that she recommended you as a freelance hair stylist after they asked her who did Mark’s hair 

as a broke college student living in another country you took the offer but felt guilty getting an amazing job with no credentials so you got licensed at a beauty school within 2 months 

the next time you saw Mark was on the Punch music video set 

he had everything on except makeup and hair 

you were taken aback at how different he looked with the leather pieces, chain jewelry, and overall bad boy vibes

he was sitting in front of the dressing room vanities and his face lit up when he saw you stand behind him with your cart of hair products and tools 

usually he’d stay still in his chair but this time he turned around to face you, “hey! I thought you said you weren’t even licensed?”

“I decided to after getting offered a job” you smiled 

he turned around and looked at you through the mirror’s reflection, “or did you come back because of me?” 

you coughed through your mask and felt the heat creep from your neck all the way to your cheeks and temples

Mark smiled to himself when he saw your bright red face and was even more excited for the music video shoot knowing that the stylist he thought was cute would be doing his hair on a regular basis and could see him act cool on stage

to not let you out of his sights again, Mark pulled his phone off of the vanity table in front of him and went straight to his Instagram search page, “can I have your Insta by the way?” 

you were combing the translucent gel through his hair when you tilted your head out of curiosity of why he would want your socials 

“I send what kind of hairstyles and concepts I’d like to try to stylists on here,” he said 

in actuality Mark wasn’t one of the idols that really cared of how his stylists dressed him like Johnny or Jaehyun but he wanted an excuse so that his interest in you was too obvious

“oh sure,” you spelled out your Instagram handle and you saw him follow you right away

for the rest of the shoot for the two days that it took place, Mark would admire you every time you came up to him between scenes to wipe the sweat off his forehead and to spray his hair with setting mist 

although you were a fan of the group, you didn’t want to make them uncomfortable so you invested all of your focus on making them look their best

Mark appreciated that; you weren’t completely cold and professional but you also didn’t cross any boundaries by asking him about his personal life or interviewing him like some new stylists did 

when you got home you decided to look at Mark’s profile and saw that he was only following his family, friends from Vancouver, idols friends, and a few celebrities that he looked up to 

you were the only staff member that he was following other than his managers

but you didn’t think for a second Mark liked you

even though during promotions he would text you on his time off about your day and ask you about yourself 

“because I don’t want to be to formal” was his excuse to his unofficial game of 21 questions 

even though after promotions when he was on his break, he’d ask you to go shopping with him “to get some inspiration from uh hair stuff” 

at one point he was bold enough to ask you to go to a cafe because he said he felt like you two were friends at one point

behind the scenes, Johnny caught on quickly at how Mark was on his phone more often when he’d usually just use it to play mobile games or listen to music 

“I don’t think you left the bracelet with the pretty stylist,” Johnny would tease Mark one day when he saw him re-reading your texts and smiling to himself 

“you left your heart,” he’d say and slap himself on the knee from laughing too hard at his own joke

“can you get out of my room?” Mark would retort in embarrassment but it was worse for him from there

Johnny told both floors that Mark had a big fat crush on the young stylist and was flirting with them 24/7 

Mark wasn’t really the type to get in his feelings 

sure he’d find different celebrities or employees that he’d work with attractive but he knew it was for business or that they’d just be really good friends in the industry 

but you felt like home 

like he could imagine that if he was back in Vancouver that you two would meet at a library or something and he’d ask you for a coffee after you asked him to watch your bag to go to the washroom 

that was what he’d imagine before he went to sleep at night anyways 

half of the time he’d stay up thinking about asking you out officially and keeping your relationship as a secret and the other half of the time he’d kick his blankets scolding himself for even thinking that because it would put both of your careers on the line and he didn’t want you to feel the burden of dating in secret

you also had feelings for Mark but thought that he was just friendly and flirty 

even if he did have feelings for you, you thought that it would be best to just stay as friends because you didn’t want to get in the way of his career

one day Mark couldn’t take it anymore and went to the convenient store by himself instead of riding bikes with Haechan and Renjun like he originally planned to 

they noticed that he didn’t get embarrassed or annoyed at the teasing anymore and just kept to himself so they followed him to the store and found him outside on a bench with a beer in his hand

both of them sat beside him and Haechan grabbed the beer and took a swig, “just tell her” 

Mark placed his elbows on his knees and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, “I don’t want to ruin it for us… Or for her”

Renjun placed a hand on his shoulder reassuringly, “if you both have strong feelings for each other then it’ll always work out in the end” 

Mark shook his head although he appreciated the support, “what if the stress gets us to break up? What if I make it awkward for her at work?” 

Haechan stopped him and told him sternly, “I see the way you two look at each other and I know that she’d accept if you asked. If the press or pressure causes you to break up then at least you tried.” 

Renjun added on more gently, “do you just want to continue suffering forever? What if she’s waiting for you too?” 

Mark didn’t want to think about it any longer and as a lightweight, the 2 cans of beer in his system were already giving him courage

if he had another night to think about it, he’d probably never confess to you so he decided in his tipsy state to confess right then 

with urgency, he told you to meet you at Hangang River right away 

“thank you guys,” he said while standing up too quickly 

he stumbled a little bit before starting to walk towards the meeting place, “I can do it!”

“you can do it!” Renjun laughed while holding up too fists to show his support

Haechan on the other hand held up his phone and started to record Mark walking clumsily towards the river, “don’t mess up loser!” 

you were finishing up on your readings when you got Mark’s text 

it sounded like he was going to confess but you shook the thought out of your head at the thought of a global star asking you out 

“probably wants to de-stress with a friend,” you thought before putting on a hoodie and jeans before walking to Hangang

when you arrived you could smell a mixture of beer and mint in his breath

His face was flushed pink which was a result of the alcohol and the 2.2km he had just walked

“why did you call me out all of a sudden?” You asked 

“will you go out with me?” He said a little bit too loudly

you quickly looked around to make sure that no one was within a kilometre near you too and asked in a hushed voice, “what?”

“I like you!” He nearly shouted, not aware of his volume due to the nervousness of the chance of rejection

“I tried not to like you ever since I met you but I can’t get you out of my head,” he avoided your gaze and couldn’t believe how cheesy he sounded

Mark continued regardless, “I know that we have to date in secret if you do like me but I promise to protect you and I won’t regret my decision if anything happens. So uh-”

“yes,” you grinned. “I’ll go out with you”

he was surprised at how you accepted with ease, “oh wow I wasn’t expecting this. Thank you for listening to me talk on haha, I don’t even know what to say I-”

to stop his blabbering you held onto his arms to steady yourself for when you went on your tippy toes to peck him on the lips

“that’s not fair” he pouted

“what’s not fair?”

“that’s it?” He murmured under his breath 

“then get some more” you teased

his hands cupped the sides of your face and bent his neck down to reach your height

your hand wrapped around his waist to pull him into a hug while his warm lips pressed onto yours

[dreamieverse0203]

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[r-ebelchaoshq]

He said he wanted a badass... well, now he's got one. *sighs* I was honestly hoping I didn't get to this point. To where I had to sit and type out everything, to process, regroup and figure out where to go from this point. But it has. So now it begins.

Hello, my name is R-ebel. And my life is one massive ball of complete fucking chaos and mess ups. I know this is going to be one massively hard pill to believe, but trust me, every word of this is 100% complete truth. But for legal reasons as well as not being THAT cruel of an individual, I will not be using those involveds' real names. So here we go. Enjoy the ride.

For the past 2 long ass years, I have been in a Poly relationship with two active KPOP Idols. And now- I am genuinely questioning my own sanity. Mostly just a lot of "why?" What should have been this wonderful, loving, fun relationship has turned into, well, anything BUT that. And I now find myself questioning why I even allowed it to get this far. Why didn't I just walk away after the first time? Why did I continue to come back? Maybe I was blinded? Love does make you do some really fucking stupid things. And my gods, am I ridiculously in love with the both of them. (Gods damn those charming men...)

As you can tell-if you made it this far-things are NOT okay in the world of my relationships. Too many people have gotten involved, too many lies have been said, too many times have feelings been hurt, invalidated and used against others.

And I have reached my breaking point. This last "we only wanted to do what was best for you" moment brought me to this. So now I am airing out the dirty laundry of this massively FUCKED UP "family". So if you want to watch the world burn, please grab your popcorn, a drink and get comfortable. Because this ride is about to get painfully insane.

[byunbaekby]

Mistakes (n.jm)

Pairing: Reader x IdolBoyfriend!Jaemin Summary: In the midst of NCT Dream’s comeback, you find your boyfriend Jaemin sulking over the scandals surrounding him and his group.

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When Jaemin had not responded to your texts for a day or two, you were not worried.

He was an idol, after all, with an unpredictable schedule and so he often did that, not being able to reply from his personal phone for a couple hours due to the demanding nature of his job. At first it had bothered you, but as your relationship together surpassed a year together, you had grown accustomed to it. It was your way of being accepting and understanding of your boyfriend’s job.

What does worry you is when Jeno texts you one afternoon on a Wednesday, asking for you to come over immediately.

At his tone, you immediately drop whatever unimportant task you’re doing and catch the nearest taxi to NCT Dream’s dorm.

Being the middle of the week, Dream had seemingly had no schedules (aside from Haechan who had been working simultaneously with NCT 127). So when you knock on the door it is not Jaemin, but Renjun who greets you.

“Oh. Hi Y/N.” It is his laidback typical tone, but he offers you a small Renjun-like smile as he welcomes you in. “I take it Jeno called you over?”

“Yeah,” you quickly reply, taking off your shoes to leave you in your socks. “Where’s Jaemin?”

“In his room.” As you expected. You are about to make your way through the familiar dorm and into Jaemin’s shared room with Jisung, until Renjun grabs your shoulder softly. “He’s really upset, Y/N. We’ve tried everything but he just.. he wanted to be alone. So we had no choice but to call you too.”

He was upset?

You immediately knew why, both from your general knowledge and Renjun’s tone. It had been hard to miss, actually. All the drama that surrounded your boyfriend. First, the day of Dream’s comeback had also dropped a rumor of him dating one of his co-stars from his drama. This rumor had not bothered you, for you knew you had a secure relationship with Jaemin, and with a quick confirmation from him did you put these worries to rest. The next however, was harder to shield. Your boyfriend, your sweet loving boyfriend who cooed at babies in the street and made you kill spiders for him, had come under fire for use of a slur at Haechan’s radio show.

He had briefly mentioned his mistake of mispronouncing the word later that night during your late night call, but you had not expected the backlash to be so large and unrelenting. It had been two days since then: the last time he had texted you back.

So you offer Renjun a small smile and nod in understanding. “I know, Renjun. Thanks for calling me.”

You bid your boyfriend’s bandmate goodbye as you make your way toward Jaemin’s room. The room is quiet on the other side, leading you to suspect that your boyfriend is probably asleep, but you knock anyways.

“Jaem?”

You call his name, but to no avail. Slowly you open the door and your gaze immediately locks upon his sleeping figure in bed. “Jaemin?” You call again, shaking his shoulder gently.

“Hmm?” He responds after a moment of silence, reaching up to rub the sleep from his eyes, his voice still deep and laced with exhaustion. When he finally opens his eyes, confusion falls over them. “Y/N?”

“Yeah, it’s me, baby,” you say, but you’re already sliding into bed with him and he’s already scooting over on his bed to make room for you. It has become routine for you now, but something is different this time. 

You relish in the silence and the warmth of your boyfriend’s arms around you until you finally speak up. “You haven’t been responding to me.”

“Yeah.. Sorry. I’ve been… preoccupied,” is his quiet excuse, but you see right past him. After a year of dating, you have come to learn Jaemin as though he were the back of your hand, and you know that something is wrong.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

A silence lingers in the air before he releases a deep sigh, resting his chin atop your head which lays on his chest. “I shouldn’t have joined the group. All I do is bring trouble.”

His response is enough to make you pull away, eyebrows furrowing as a large frown makes its way over your lips. You sit up in bed, staring at him with shocked, sad eyes. “Don’t say that, Jaemin. You know that’s not true.” “But it is.. I’m the only one who brings bad attention to the group. First, the situation with Jee-in—” you let out a sigh at the mention of his dating scandal, knowing that he still felt sorry to you over that. “And now, this.”

“Jaemin, you made a mistake. Every celebrity has scandals—”

“No,” he cuts you off, covering his face with his hands in frustration with himself and the situation. “Not this many in such a short amount of time. And so close to the comeback… we’re losing fans and it’s all my fault.” His voice breaks, as does your heart. “Sometimes I think it would have just been better if I hadn’t come back. If I had just hurt my back and stayed that way and never came back to ruin the group with my thoughtlessness.”

His words drop a bomb in the room.

Now, before you were Jaemin’s girlfriend, you were his friend. One of his few friends outside of his members. You had met late one night when you had been working at the convenience store, and he and Jeno had walked in after their schedule, looking to buy some banana milk. A transaction and a couple laughs later, you found yourself completely enamored by the boy, and he you. But your relationship would not come into full bloom until two years later, when he had finally returned to promoting with NCT.

In your two year friendship you had experienced everything with him. You visited him during his hiatus, kept him company in the hospital during recovery. You supported him when he began dancing again, trying to minimize the pain in his back. You had spent many late nights at the convenience store, simply talking. Through that time, you had come to see Jaemin for the hard-working person he was. He didn’t give up, and had been determined to return to the stage. He was likely the most caring idol you had ever seen, no, the most caring person you had ever met. You knew him, he preferred to keep a strong exterior in these situations and simply hide his thoughts with his bright smile. To hear him taking back those ambitions, all because of a few mistakes and mean comments, upsets you.

“Na Jaemin.” His eyes peek out from under his hand, which he had run over his face in self-deprecation. With a sigh, you make your way to sit atop him, straddling your legs upon his waist. As you look down at him, you feel an overwhelming amount of love in your chest.

“You don’t mean that. I know you don’t. You love this group, and you love singing and dancing more than you love to breathe. More than you love me, which is saying a lot,” you laugh softly, trying to lighten the mood. You see it works from how his lips slightly tip upward. “I saw how hard you worked when you couldn’t promote with the others. I saw how you stared at the TV screen during every music show, hoping you could be out there with them. You could never give that up.”

“You are a hard worker, and you never give up, even when it gets hard. You brighten up the team with your beautiful smile and your stupid jokes. With your overwhelmingly cheesy love for your fans. And, imagine Jeno doing all the rapping by himself. Who would have had the iconic pink hair, if not for you?” This draws a laugh from him, and you smile, leaning forward to press your chest to his.

“You belong in NCT, regardless of what anyone says. You are their rabbit, their Nana. And mine, too. If you made a mistake, they called you out on it. You just have to reflect and educate yourself, learn so you do not make the same mistake. Do not let this interfere with your dream, which you worked so hard for.” With this you press a soft kiss to his lips, and you feel him smile against yours.

After a moment you feel his arms wrap around your waist, pressing him to you. “Thank you,” he whispers softly. “I’m sorry to complain to you.”

“It’s okay, I know you were upset… I want you to talk to me when you need to, Jaem. You don’t have to keep a strong front because you don’t want to worry me, or because you think I won’t understand because I’m not an idol.”

“I know,” he responds, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead. “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, Jaem. Even if no one else does, I do.”

[markswhore]

wip ;

▪ first time with nct dream

▪ fingering - nct dream

▪ safewording - nct dream

▪ studio sex - boyfriend!mark

▪ untitled - singledad!jaemin

▪ untitled - enemy!haechan

▪ untitled - boyfriend!haechan

▪ untitled - roommate!haechan

▪ needy - idolboyfriend!haechan

▪ kink request 1 - jeno

▪ kink request 2 - mark

▪ kink request 3 - haechan

[theklient]

yangyang smut with edging or pegging pwease òwó

Hey Demon, it’s ya girl :) dude this was kinda fun to write but I’m still a bit rusty and I tried to make a unique plot for the smut so hopefully you enjoy it too, also y'all have a cat :)

Stuck

“Y/n, I can’t make this shit up.” Ten cackled loudly throughthe phone.

“No, Ten you have to be joking! I don’t know if I’ll even beable to help him because I might be dying on the floor.” You said as you tookthe keys out of your car. You exited the vehicle then reached behind to retrieveyour purse.

Ten continued to chatter on the phone as you speed-walkedthrough the parking lot of your apartment complex.

You had knocked a few times on your door checking to see ifYang Yang would come open it for you. He didn’t, so you resorted to using yourown keys.

“Yang Yang,” you called from the door once you had made itinside. When you didn’t hear a reply from you usually loud and cheerfulboyfriend, a smile grew on your face. You quickly disrobed yourself of your outerwearand shoes, throwing your purse onto the couch.

‘So, it was true,’you thought giggling to yourself as wandered through the apartment.

You took your time as you strode, your eyes noticing smallthings like how there was a now cold cup of tea on the kitchen counter with aphone lying right next to it. The washing machine was blinking indicating that itwas now done. As you turned the corner, low and behold, there was yourboyfriend.

‘My boyfriend is a crackhead.’ you thought frozen in yourposition.

Your almost 6-foot, killer stage-presence, dance prodigy idolboyfriend was right in front of you.

Stuck in the cat flap.

Before you could even form a coherent sentence, laughterexploded from within you. Your eyes tearing up at the sight, it was gettinghard to breathe from how hard you were laughing.

“HOW DID YOU GET LIKE THIS, YANGYANG?” you hollered as youwalked closer to get a better view.

“I know this looks funny, but I’ve been stuck here for halfan hour.” He spoke in a hushed tone.

“Why are you whispering?” you asked now kneeling next tohim, well, his lower half that that was sticking out the back of the cat flap.

“I don’t want the neighbour on the balcony next to us to seeme like this.” He explained seriously which only made you crack up again.

“Yang Yang, this stuff shouldn’t happen in real life, thisstuff only happens to idiots in movies.”

He huffed in annoyance before shaking himself forcefully causingthe door to rattle.

“Hurry up and get me out! This is exactly which I shouldn’thave texted Ten on my watch. As soon as you get me out of this, I’m blockinghim! You know what, I’m gonna block him right now.” he fussed bringing his Applewatch closer to his face.

You couldn’t actually see his face as his upper body was outsidethe cat flap on the balcony, but you could definitely hear him furiously tappingaway on his watch.

A smirk made its way onto your face as you studied his lowerhalf that was before you. He was on his hands and knees, his bottom in the air.

“You know, Yang Yang, this is actually how a lot of pornstarts.” You said matter-of-factly before placing your hand on his lower back.It was an innocent gesture and Yang Yang probably thought you were going toattempt to pull him out

He scoffed at you but then you felt his body go rigid.

“Y/n, the neighbour and his wife are on the balcony next to us!”He whispered quickly. After noticing that you didn’t respond but that your handremained on his lower back, Yang Yang spoke again.

“Why aren’t you getting oil or a hammer or something? Get meout of this!” he snapped in a whisper.

You replied with a low ‘Ok’ before walking off to retrieve something.Yang Yang’s worry dwindled as he heard you walk away. Thinking that you weregoing to fetch something to help him out of the embarrassing situation that hewas currently in.

It was a while before you returned, in fact Yang Yang hadbegun to listen in on the conversation on the other balcony.

‘Who the hell doesn’t believe in aliens?’ he thoughtto himself before he felt your hands grab the sides of his hips. Your coldhands had shocked him and he almost shrieked before remembering he was tryingto keep quiet.

“Finally, you take so long to do anything.” He complainedrolling his eyes even though you couldn’t see him.

It wasn’t until he felt something firm pressing against hisbottom that his eyes widened.

“Um, t-this isn’t-” you swiftly pulled his grey joggingbottoms and briefs down to his knees. His breathed hitched and his head turneddesperately trying to see through flap but failing to see anything.

“Y/n, are you crazy? There are people on the balcony next tous!”

Your hands returned to his hips, gently squeezing andmassaging the flesh. He hadn’t realized that you had gone to retrieve Yang Yang’sfavourite strapon from your closet rather than actually getting something tohelp him out. It would be easy to get him out, all you would need to do isloosen some screws and he would be freed. However, you had decided that youwouldn’t let this fun and risky opportunity slip through your fingers.

You rubbed your already lubed up cock against the soft skinof his behind.

“Baby, why would I waste such a perfect opportunity?” you askedlowly, grinding your neon pink cock against him. You then poured a generous amountof lube on his twitching entrance.

A small whimper escaped him. You smirked to yourself at thesound.

“It’s not everyday I can take you in this position so easily.You’re always so misbehaved, but now, your tight little hole is readily on displayfor me to destroy with my big, hard cock.” You could see his puckered holeclenching at your words.

“A-and if w-we’re caught?” he squeaked, his voice shaky.

“Guess that’s all a part of the fun then, isn’t it?” youanswered lowly, circling your thumb around his hole.

“Fuck,” you heard him hiss as you pushed the tip in slightly.His breathing was stuttered before he spoke again.

“B-be gentle. I don’t know if I can be quiet if you do it soha-” A loud gasp escaped him feeling you thrust so suddenly inside him. Hishand hastily covered his mouth to muffle his moans.

Your thrusts were deep and powerful. Yang Yang’s body shookas you plowed deep inside him. The door rattled with each powerful thrust. Ittruly did look like a scene from a porno.

“Fuck, this is so hot. Look at you, you’re just a dirtybitch who lets me use your tight fuckhole whenever I want.” Your words werefirm but quiet as you thrusted eagerly into him.

The idea of getting caught was both a turn on for both ofyou but you would both also be horrified if the elderly couple next door heard yourlewd acts.

Yang Yang’s one arm that was holding him up gave out afteryou had pounded his hole so hard that he swore he could feel it in his belly. Youwatched intensely at the neon pink dildo disappearing into his throbbing holewith each thrust.

It felt dirty, like he was some gloryhole whore who anyonecould come fuck. His hands and cheek were flat against the balcony floor. Bitinghis lips to prevent any of his high-pitched whines from being heard, he closedhis eyes, imagining he was just some slut with their ass on display and that youwere some horny stranger taking advantage of him.

“Your little ass is devouring this cock like a pro, I betyou just love having a cock rammed into you until you’re gaping wide open.” Yousaid grinding your thick cock into him.

“Mmmph! Please!” he cried as quietly as he could now pushingback against you.

“Fucking cum for me you needy bitch.” You ordered with afinal rough thrust.

His thick, hot cum splattered onto the floor not long afteryou spoke. Slowing down, you halted your movements seeing that he had climaxed.

Falling back onto your bottom after feeling the sting ofexhaustion in your hips and thighs from pounding to him with such force. Youwere both gasping, Yang Yang more rapidly than you after cumming.

You gently pat his bottom that was still propped up in theair.

“You took it so well; I think you deserve to be let out now.”You said with a tired smile followed by an amused giggle when you rememberedthe situation.

Yang Yang could only manage a half-hearted nod as his body twitched.

[nctsblog]

[11:14pm] it was cold. It felt like negative 200 Celsius. Nothing passed through your mind other than the word cold. Which, of course, was when you felt non-idolboyfriend!Jeno’s large warm arm wrap around your body, pulling you towards him as his smell surrounds you. You absorb his scent; he smells like warm cotton – perfect for the snowy day.

“Can’t sleep?” Jeno asks, carefully wrapping you in a blanket, bringing you even closer to his body.

“Cold” you were physically shaking, and you hear him chuckle.

Instincts taking over, you start playing with his fingers – intertwining them and then releasing, feeling each other’s nails and fingertips. Staring into a void absorbed in each other and plain talking, you two share each other about your day; you talk about your friends and your professors overloading you with more homework (calling them Satan’s helpers) and Jeno tells you about how his classes went.

It was perfect, you two were in the moment, not caring about anything or everything, absorbing each other’s presence; you two talk more with each other until his deep soothing voice and the rise and fall of his chest puts you to sleep.

He then rolls you to your side and puts his arm around you, pulling you in him until you both are one entity falling asleep.

[baconjisung]

[9:00pm]

You and idolboyfriend!jisung spend some alone time together at the dorm. While the dreamies are all out doing their errands and other things, you two watch all the High School Musical movies, singing and dancing crazily to all the songs.