#nct wish crack

[markiemelon]

can i pls request some texts of wishies confessing their feelings to reader 🫶🫶💞

I loveeee this request! I hope you like how it turned outttt

🫧 nct wish confessing their feelings 🫧

nct wish fake texts!

༚ genre: fluff, crack

༚ pairings: nct wish x gn!reader

my lovely tag list: @wonbins-black-cat @taroddori @nctstarr @i03jae

(lmk if you wanna be added so you know when I post!)

[wonymao]

hyung line. maknae line.

nct wish reactions to u completely failing on decorating/baking a cake for them

a/n; ugh i wish i had my old phone so i could js text myself instead of using a fake one but too bad its swimming in lake michigan 😭

hyung line x gn! reader

fluff, crack

sion

riku

yushi

[sinisxtea]

played nct zone. saw meme potential. this was the chaos that ensured.

[divinecrimson]

Nct SMAU

Haechan

Dreamies

[vaoutours]

sakuya and johnny's awsaz is so cute!! 😭 sion and jisung also did amazing as mcs <3

[taetr4ck]

PLEASE MAKE MORE NCT 127 TEXTS AS RANDOM ASS JOBS 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

NCT 127 AS YOUR UBER DRIVER TEXTS !

uber driver!nct 127 x reader, no warnings — crack. taglist form.

a/n : YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND ANON 🫡 i actually love making these so much these are just so.. unhinged 😭🙏🏻 also ty, mark, and haechan’s aren’t mine! (at some parts lol)

taglist : @soul-is-a-strange-kid @haechansbbg @bath1lda @k-labels

⋆ taetr4ck, est may 2023. / requests open

[127rkives]

⋆·˚ ༘ * mwah! || mark l. ⋆·˚ ༘ *

about? dad!mark sharing kisses with his baby girl!

warnings? none! pure fluff! pushing the domestic nct agenda. pronouns aren’t used but the word ‘mommy’ is.

wc? 811

notes? repost from what was supposed to be my first writing account 👹

lazy days at home were your favorite days. lazy days meant no clocking in and out, no agonizingly long hours at the studio, no pressure to get up and rush to complete everything on the schedule. they meant there was nothing to do but enjoy the company of mark and your toddler.

it was a pretty sunny day, you could tell by the rays peeking through the curtains. the clock read ‘10:57’. you wished you could���ve rolled over and gone back to sleep, but your body was naturally trained to wake up early for normal, working days. carefully, you sat up and looked over at mark. his body was turned towards yours, his eyelids fluttered, and light puffs of breath left his slightly parted lips. he was partially covered by the sheets while the comforter had managed to shift to the end of the bed throughout the night. eventually, you managed to slide out of the bed, creeping out of the room and down the hallway to your daughter’s bedroom.

you made sure to be as careful as possible when you walked in so you wouldn’t be a disturbance even though out of the three of you, ji-ah had always been the heaviest sleeper. she had been that way since a baby, never waking up and screaming cries in the middle of the night. you tip-toed across the carpet over to her bed. ji-ah looked like an angel sleeping peacefully with a mess of dark curls surrounding her head on the pillow like a halo. when she was still a baby everyone thought she was a carbon copy of mark, but now that she’s grown more, she seems to be a pretty even mixture of you both. she had silky brown, a bubbly laugh, a love for music and a bright personality just like mark. on the other hand, she shared the same face structure as you, from the shape of her eyes, all the way to her jawline. she even had birthmarks resembling yours.

after spending a few minutes checking on ji-ah, you decided on a nice warm shower to jump into the day. even though the walls of the house weren’t too thick, a little running shower water probably wouldn’t wake anyone. you stayed in and lathered while singing whatever randomly popped into your head. when you were sure steam had filled the bathroom in its entirety you decided to hop out. after you walked across the bathroom to crack the door a little, you heard the faint sound of voices. soon you found yourself smiling as you overheard mark and ji-ah’s morning conversation.

you dried off and moisturized as quickly as possible before wrapping a towel around your body. upon approaching the doorway of ji-ah’s room, the sound of her giggles filled the air. she and mark were so wrapped up in each other that no one saw you smiling by the door. they sat together on ji-ah’s bed as she held her dad’s face between her tiny hands and placed a wet kiss on both his cheeks. “mwah! one kiss over here! and mwah! another one on this side!” ji-ah started to grasp the concept of kisses at a young age. when she was in your arms she would press her lips to your cheek. that eventually turned into her being able to give an actual kiss and saying ‘mwah’ afterwards in an attempt to reciprocate the smacking sound it made.

mark smiled as he pulled her closer and began peppering her face with kisses. “mwah! mwah! mwah! mwah! mwah!” she wiggled in mark’s grasp, trying to evade the tickling feel his kisses left on her skin. you couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, blowing your cover and attracting their attention. their smiles mimicked each other’s as you walked towards the bed and sat beside mark.

“i think mommy needs some kisses too. what do you think, ji?” she liked when her dad used her nickname. ji-ah laughed and spoke up. “yeah mommy. you need kisses too!” mark lifted her into his lap and they both began leaving kisses all over your face. he copied his daughter in saying ‘mwah’ behind every kiss. when they finally let up you grabbed ji-ah’s face and gave her a kiss on the nose, and gave mark one, both with the included sound effect. “why don’t you two head downstairs and think of breakfast ideas (really brunch ideas by now) while i get dressed.” standing, you smiled at the both of them. ji-ah spoke up in her toddler-speak. “um, i like fwuits and waffles! the waffles with, um, the wound blue things.” her round eyes looked up at you expectantly. “well, blueberry waffles and a bowl of fruit it is.” you gave the pair one last kiss before leaving to your bedroom to get dressed, heading to the kitchen afterwards.

likes and reblogs are appreciated :)

this work is property of me, 127rkives! no copying, reposting, translating, etc.! ;p

[kaiyunsim]

dreamer -

pairing : childhood bestfriend!yushi x gn!reader (no pronouns used)

summary : having a sleepover at your childhood bestfriend's place !

warnings : fluff, crack, short read, friends hanging out !

a/n : i love nct wish <3. hope you enjoy !

queueing : dreamer - laufey, no one noticed - the marias

- wc : 1.1k - not proof read ! -

it's a lazy saturday evening when you find yourself at tokuno yushi’s house, a familiar routine that’s been part of your friendship for years. he’s sprawled out on his living room floor, a pillow tucked under his chest, while you’re curled up on the couch with a fuzzy blanket thrown over your legs. the soft hum of a cheesy rom-com plays in the background, but neither of you are really paying attention to the movie.

yushi’s hair is a mess of dark waves, falling into his eyes as he props himself up on one elbow. "so," he says, breaking the comfortable silence, "what’s your snack of choice tonight? popcorn or instant ramen?"

"you’re asking me to choose between two staples of fine dining?" you tease, tossing a throw pillow in his direction. it lands near his head, and he grabs it dramatically, pressing it to his chest like you’ve wounded him.

"i need answers, not sarcasm!" he exclaims, but his grin gives away his amusement. "your indecision is delaying our feast."

"fine, ramen," you say, stretching your legs out over the couch. "but you have to make it."

he groans like you’ve asked him to climb a mountain. "you’re lucky i’m feeling generous."

you watch as he stands and heads toward the kitchen, his oversized hoodie nearly swallowing him whole. it’s endearing, the way he moves with a casual ease, like this is exactly where he’s meant to be. you’ve always felt that way around him—like the world slows down just enough to let you breathe.

he comes back a few minutes later with two steaming bowls of ramen, balancing them carefully as he kicks the coffee table aside to make room. he plops down next to you on the couch, handing you your bowl. "don’t burn your tongue," he warns, already shoving a massive bite into his mouth.

"hypocrite," you mutter, but you’re smiling. the warmth of the soup seeps into your hands as you cradle the bowl, the savory aroma filling the room. it’s nothing fancy, but it’s perfect.

"so," yushi says between bites, "what’s the plan for tonight? do we marathon terrible movies, or do i crush you at mario kart again?"

"excuse me? 'again'?" you nearly choke on your noodles. "you’ve never crushed me at mario kart."

"oh, the denial," he says, shaking his head in mock pity. "it’s okay to admit defeat, you know. it builds character."

"let’s settle this right now," you challenge, setting your bowl on the table. "prepare to eat my dust, tokuno."

his eyes light up with excitement as he grabs the controllers, handing you one with a flourish. "may the best racer win," he says, already selecting his character. you both know this is going to get competitive, but that’s half the fun.

the next hour is filled with laughter, shouted insults, and dramatic cries of "betrayal" whenever one of you launches a blue shell. yushi’s couch becomes a battlefield, your legs tangling with his as you both lean into the game, fingers flying over the buttons. at one point, he’s so focused on trying to overtake you that he leans too far and nearly falls off the couch, catching himself at the last second.

"serves you right," you say, nudging him with your foot. "that’s karma for stealing my item box."

"you’re ruthless," he says, but he’s laughing, his eyes crinkling at the corners in that way that makes your chest feel warm. "i respect it."

after your victory—which you’re quick to rub in his face—the two of you collapse back into the couch, the controllers forgotten. the movie’s still playing in the background, but neither of you pays it any mind. the only light comes from the soft glow of the tv and the faint string of fairy lights draped along the wall.

yushi’s quiet for a moment, his head tipped back against the cushions as he stares at the ceiling. "hey," he says softly, "thanks for coming over. it’s been a weird week, and... i don’t know, it’s just nice having you here."

his words catch you off guard, but they’re not unwelcome. "of course," you say, nudging his shoulder lightly. "you don’t have to thank me, yushi. you’re kind of stuck with me."

he turns his head to look at you, a small smile tugging at his lips. "i wouldn’t have it any other way."

the warmth in his gaze makes your cheeks heat up, and you’re suddenly very aware of how close he is. you clear your throat, trying to shake off the butterflies. "okay, enough sappiness. what’s next on the agenda?"

"pillow fort?" he suggests, his grin widening. "we haven’t built one in ages."

"you’re on," you say, already grabbing the nearest blanket. the next half hour is a chaotic whirlwind of pillows, blankets, and some questionable engineering. yushi insists on being the "architect," which mostly involves him balancing precariously on the arm of the couch to drape a sheet over the top. you’re in charge of "structural integrity," which basically means you’re holding everything together with sheer determination and a few strategically placed clips.

when it’s finally done, you both crawl inside, the makeshift fort lit by a single flashlight. it’s cramped but cozy, and yushi’s shoulder presses against yours as he settles in next to you.

"not bad," he says, surveying your handiwork. "i’d give it a solid 8 out of 10."

"excuse me?" you say, feigning offense. "this is at least a 9.5."

"we’ll compromise on 8.7," he says, grinning. "deal?"

"deal," you agree, rolling your eyes. "you’re impossible."

he nudges you lightly with his elbow. "but you love me anyway."

the words hang in the air for a moment, and you’re not sure if he meant them as a joke or something more. either way, your heart does a little flip, and you’re grateful for the dim lighting that hides the flush creeping up your neck.

"yeah," you say softly, "i guess i do."

he glances at you, his expression unreadable for a moment before it softens. "good," he says, leaning back against the pillows. "because i’m pretty fond of you too."

the rest of the night passes in a blur of quiet conversation, shared laughter, and the occasional sound of rain tapping against the windows. eventually, you both drift off to sleep inside the fort, your head resting on his shoulder and his hand brushing against yours. it’s simple and sweet, the kind of moment that feels like home.

and as you drift off, you can’t help but think that there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

[ohnoyuno]

Thread of a Promise 

Pairing: jeong jaehyun x female reader Genre: angst, established relationship Warnings: unresolved feelings, emotional tension Word Count: 2917

Summary: Jaehyun cancels on Y/N for the third time, leaving her heartbroken and giving him the silent treatment as she was unable to bear the repeated disappointment. On the day of NCT’s concert, their emotions came to a head, and through Y/N’s quiet yet heartfelt actions, Jaehyun finally understood the depth of her hurt. 

26 August 2023

It was d-day of NCT’s first ever concert as a whole group, NCT Nation: To The World. 

You got up at the crack of dawn, determined to prepare your signature kimbap for the boys. It was your way of cheering them on, and in your words, the kimbap would give them the extra energy they needed for the big night. You had always believed that food had a magical way of bringing people together, especially when it was made with love.

It took you a while to prepare the food, glancing at the clock every now and then to make sure that you were on schedule. After carefully wrapping each roll and feeling satisfied that everything was in order, you packed the kimbap into its containers before cleaning up the kitchen and putting everything away. With the kitchen now spotless, you then went to get yourself ready for the day. 

Once everything was packed and prepared, you set off on the drive to Incheon, eager to deliver the carefully made kimbap to the boys.

After nearly an hour and a half on the road, you arrived at Incheon Munhak Stadium, where the concert would soon take place. As you pulled into the parking lot, one of your manager friends was already waiting to hand you the backstage pass.

With the pass secured, you wasted no time making your way to the waiting room, greeting the staff along the way and handing out the kimbap you had prepared for them. You also made sure to pack portions for the Dreamies, Visions, and Wishes as well, passing them to their respective managers. 

As you reached the door to Illichil's waiting room, Haechan was the first to spot you.

“Noona! You’re finally here! We thought you weren’t coming.” he exclaimed, bouncing on his feet.

You let out a small laugh, adjusting the bag in your hands. “Sorry! Got caught in traffic, but there’s no way I’d miss this.”

Haechan grinned, stepping aside to let you in. “Good, because we need all the energy we can get today.” he said, peeking into the bag you were carrying. “Wait—don’t tell me… is this what I think it is?”

“Of course. My kimbap is your secret weapon, right?” you chuckled.

Just as Haechan was about to respond, the rest of Illichil turned their heads toward the door. “Did I just hear someone say kimbap?” In an instant, Jungwoo appeared at the doorway, his eyes lighting up when he saw you. “You really did bring it!”

“You act like I wouldn’t.” you teased, handing him the bag of food. “You guys need all the energy you can get today.”

Yuta, who had been lounging on the couch, smirked as he stood up and stretched. “Our lucky charm never disappoints.”

Jaehyun, still in the midst of getting his makeup done in the corner, kept his eyes on you through the mirror, silently waiting for you to meet his gaze. When you finally did, your smile faltered. It was only a brief glance—almost dismissive, as if he wasn’t even there.

His grip on the armrest tightened slightly, but before he could dwell on it, Taeyong walked in, his presence instantly shifting the atmosphere. “Hey, you’re here.” he said, his voice gentle while pulling you into a hug. “We really appreciate this.”

“You always take care of us.” Doyoung added, already opening the containers to set up the table with the neatly rolled kimbap. 

“Someone has to.” You forced a small smile, nudging him lightly. 

Jaehyun remained quiet, still seated at the dressing table as the room buzzed with energy. The members gathered around the table, chatting excitedly as they got ready to dig into the kimbap you had brought.

Mark, fresh from finishing his makeup, walked over and glanced at Jaehyun on his way. “Hyung, come eat!” he called, motioning for him to join.

Jaehyun hesitated for a brief second before finally getting up, strolling over at an unhurried pace. His eyes flickered to the empty chair beside you, the only available seat left. It was clear the members had left it open for him.

But instead of sitting down, he turned to Haechan. “Haechan-ah, go over.” he said casually. “I want to sit under the fan.”

Haechan blinked up at him. “Huh? But—”

"Just move." Jaehyun muttered, his frustration evident as he gestured for Haechan to switch seats, choosing the spot furthest from you.

You didn’t react, merely continuing to pass out the food with an unreadable expression. 

The tension between you and Jaehyun has been building for a while now. It had been a week since you last spoke—ever since he stood you up on your date for the third time.

On the morning of your scheduled date, you were having your weekly breakfast with Taeyong when your phone buzzed. You glanced down to find a message from Jaehyun: “Something came up. I’m sorry.”

Frustration bubbled up inside you, and without thinking, you slammed your phone face down on the table.

Taeyong raised an eyebrow, sensing something was off. “What’s wrong?”

You tried to mask your disappointment with a forced smile, brushing it off. “Nothing’s wrong. You’re free tonight, right? Let’s go catch a movie.”

“Aren’t you going on a date with Jaeh— he canceled again, didn’t he?” Taeyong’s eyes narrowed as he connected the dots.

You nodded, a quiet sigh escaping your lips.

Taeyong shook his head in understanding. “A movie it is, then. I’ll pick you up after practice.”

No attempt to reschedule, no effort to make it up to you. That was when you made up your mind. You weren’t going to keep making excuses for him. You didn’t even bother confronting him when you saw him the next morning. He briefly apologised again and tried to initiate a conversation, but you ignored him, giving him the silent treatment for the rest of the week.

For days, you didn’t answer his calls or messages. Every attempt he made to reach out was brushed aside, deliberately giving him the space to sit with the consequences of his fault. He didn’t try to fix things. Sometimes, Jaehyun was just dense. Not even realizing the depth of what he’d done or why you were pulling away. It was as if the effort to understand never crossed his mind, and that’s what hurt the most. The feeling that maybe, he never really cared enough to notice.

You’d always face issues like this with silence. Jaehyun knew that. The silent treatment was how you usually processed things, how you created distance when words failed, and when you needed him to feel the weight of his actions.

You understood that with the upcoming concerts and the intense preparation for Golden Age, his schedule was packed. But that was exactly why you had requested a date night weeks in advance, knowing things would only get busier. You had planned ahead, making sure to accommodate his schedules, and yet, he still couldn’t make time for you.

The first time, you let it slide. The second time, you reassured yourself that it wasn’t intentional. But the third time? That was when you finally ran out of patience. It hurt more than you'd like to admit, this feeling of being invisible, like you were just another part of his busy routine. But you weren't about to beg for scraps of his attention. Not anymore. 

Taeyong, who was sitting directly across from you, observed the interaction in silence.

When your eyes briefly met his, he gave you a knowing look, subtle but unmistakable. Without breaking eye contact, Taeyong offered you a small, reassuring smile. 

As Johnny rummaged through the bag of food, he found a container of side dishes at the bottom, marked with a simple ‘J’. Recognizing it was meant for Jaehyun, he slid it towards him with a grin, hoping to lighten the mood. “Jaehyun, Y/N made this for you. You should eat up.”

“I didn’t ask her to. You guys can have it.” Jaehyun said while not even sparing it a glance. 

“It’s not his.” you interjected coldly. “I wasn’t sure if the kimbap would be enough, so I just made some extras.” The sharpness in your voice made the room go quiet for a moment.

Sensing the tension, Jungwoo quickly cut in, clapping his hands together. “Jal meokgetseumnida!” he said cheerfully, prompting the others to follow suit.

Haechan, oblivious to the weight of the situation, piped up, “Jaehyun-ah, you’re seriously the luckiest having Y/N as your girlfriend.”

A swift nudge from Yuta promptly silenced him.

Jaehyun didn’t respond. He merely set down his barely-eaten kimbap, stood up, and walked out onto the balcony. The room fell into an awkward silence as the balcony doors shut behind him. The tension that had been simmering beneath the surface finally boiled over, and you had reached your limit.

“Excuse me.” you said coldly, pushing your chair back as you got up to follow Jaehyun.

The air outside was cooler, a stark contrast to the heat of your frustration. Jaehyun stood by the railing, one hand gripping the edge and with a cigarette in another. He didn’t turn around when he heard the doors open, but he knew it was you.

“You really couldn’t help yourself, could you?” you said, crossing your arms.

Jaehyun exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t ask you to do anything for me. And mind you, you were the one giving me the silent treatment all week. Aren’t you still mad at me? Why are you even here?”  

“Yes, you’re right. I am still mad at you,” you shot back. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. And it definitely doesn’t mean I’d break a promise I made, that I will be there for every single one of your shows.” You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. “But I guess it was all in my head, wasn’t it?”

He finally turned to face you, his expression unreadable.  

“Jaehyun, I’m mad because you keep pushing me away. Every time you cancel, it feels like you don’t even care to fix things, like I’m not worth the effort. Because no matter how much I try, it’s never enough for you.”  

His eyes flickered with something, guilt, maybe. But he remained silent.  

Without giving him a chance to speak, you let out a sharp breath, frustration bubbling over. “I get it. You’re busy. You have a lot on your plate. But don’t treat it like I’m forcing myself into your life when I’m the one who’s been left hanging over and over again.” you continued, voice shaking slightly.  

Jaehyun finally spoke, his voice low. “I never wanted to make you feel that way.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know I’ve been messing up, and I hate that I keep disappointing you. I’m sorry, Y/N. The last thing I ever wanted was for you to feel like you’re not enough.”  

You shook your head, blinking back the sting behind your eyes. “If you hate it so much, then why does it keep happening, Jaehyun? Why do I still feel like I’m the only one fighting for this?”  

“I don’t know.” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know how to fix this.” 

You met his gaze, your eyes narrowing. “What do you even mean by you don’t know?” you asked, the anger laced in your voice. "Do you even want to fix this?" The words came out more sharply than you intended, but the hurt that had been building up inside you couldn’t be contained any longer.

Jaehyun’s breath hitched at your words. His gaze flickered with hesitation before settling into something firmer. Determination. “Baby, of course I do.” he said, stepping closer. “I want us. I just… how can I make up for all the times I hurt you?”

You sighed, crossing your arms and looking away, not saying anything.

Jaehyun exhaled deeply, rubbing the back of his neck, his gaze dropping to the ground. Shame flickered across his face as he hesitated, struggling to find the right words. He knew he had hurt you, had pushed you away when all you ever did was try to be there for him.

As if afraid of wasting another second, he stepped forward. “Can I start making it up to you now?”

Before you could respond, he reached out, his hand brushing lightly against your arm, sending a familiar chill through you. He paused, his eyes searching yours as if asking for permission, his breath still carrying the faint trace of tobacco, an oddly comforting scent that immediately brought you back to so many memories. Then, without another word, he leaned in, pulling you into a kiss.

His lips were warm, tender, but there was an undeniable urgency behind it, as though each second counted. The taste of the cigarettes lingered, mixing with the softness of his kiss, a contrast that made your heart ache with longing. His hands were gentle, but his grip on you tightened as if afraid to let go, as if this moment was something he feared losing. You could feel the heat of his body pressed against yours, the rhythm of his heartbeat syncing with your own, both of you craving something that had been missing for too long.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m really sorry.” he murmured against your lips, his forehead resting against yours as he pulled back slightly. His hands cupped your face gently, his eyes searching yours. “For making you feel like you weren’t enough when you’re in fact the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Your heart softened, the anger and hurt slowly unraveling in his arms. You let out a small sigh, your fingers lightly gripping his sleeves. “You have lots to do, Jaehyun.”

He let out a quiet chuckle, his grip on you tightening just a little. “I know.” pressing his forehead against yours. “And I’m going to do it right this time.”

His sincerity was written all over his face, in the warmth of his touch, in the way he held you like he never wanted to let go.

“You better.” you mumbled, though the fight in your voice had faded.

Jaehyun smiled, tilting his head slightly. “Starting with this.” And before you could question him, he kissed you again, soft and tender, a silent promise in itself.

When he pulled away, he laced his fingers through yours. “After the concert, let me take you home.”

You arched a brow. “And?”

“And…” He squeezed your arms, his voice low as his fingers grazed your skin. “Then, let me repay you with a show.” His hands slipped under your shirt, sending a spark of warmth through your body.

You chuckled shyly, shaking your head. “Funny. You have a bigger show to run later.”

Jaehyun paused, a mischievous grin forming on his lips. “True,” he said, his tone teasing. “But the biggest show will always be for you, Y/N. You’re worth it.”

His touch caressing on the bare skin of your waist, his eyes softening. “I promise.”

You felt your heart flutter at his words, the heaviness of the past weeks melting away in that moment. You smiled, “I’ll hold you to that.”

Jaehyun leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours once more, his lips just inches from yours. “Then I guess I better make this concert count, huh?”

You laughed softly, feeling the tension between you two finally dissolve. “Yeah, I hope you remember that when you’re up on stage later.” you teased, playfully squeezing his cheeks.

“I definitely will.” Jaehyun said, his voice low and steady. “But right now, all I can think about is you.”

The firm, reassuring pressure of his hand on your waist made you feel the weight of all his unspoken words. There was still so much left unsaid, but for now, his actions spoke louder than any apology could. He pulled you into another kiss again, not willing to let go.

As the kiss deepened, you felt the world around you blur, all the worries and the time apart fading into the background. 

You noticed the distant sound of the crowd from inside the stadium, signaling that the concert was about to begin. “Go get ready.” you said, pulling his hand out and giving it a gentle squeeze. “The concert’s about to start, and I think the rest of the guys are expecting you.”

Jaehyun hesitated to let go of you, his gaze holding yours for a moment before he snaked in one last kiss, as if to savor every second. “Thank you, Y/N. I love you so much.”

“I love you even more, Jeong Jaehyun. I’ll be waiting for you after the show,” you said, squeezing his hand one last time before stepping back, giving him space to return to the hectic atmosphere inside.

Jaehyun smiled softly, his eyes holding a mix of affection and warmth. "I'll see you soon." he said, giving you a final hug before stepping back. His presence seemed to linger in the air, even as he turned to walk back towards the waiting room. You watched him go, heart still racing from the moment you shared.

You felt a smile tug at your lips, knowing he was out there living his dream, exactly where he belonged, doing what he loved. And in some small way, you were part of that. For the first time in a while, everything felt right again.

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[markiemelon]

hiii could you pleaseee do a yushi version of the jealous texts also I just wanna say I love your works so muchhh 💗💞

hiii anon thank you so much!!!!!! im so glad you sent this request!

JEALOUS BF TEXTS WITH YUSHI

༚ genre: fluff, crack

༚ pairings: yushi x gn!reader

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[wonymao]

maknae line. hyung line.

nct wish reactions to u completely failing on decorating/baking a cake for them

maknae line x gn! reader (saku uses queen/girl tho)

fluff, crack

jaehee

ryo

sakuya

[slytherinshua]

TEXTS WITH BOYFRIEND YUSHI

genre. fluff. fake texts. a lil crack. warnings. none i think. pairing. yushi x reader. request. request by @haecien my pookie enjoy <33 sry it took a lil bit longer than i wanted. a/n. i love yushi i want to bite him.

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[divinecrimson]

Lowkey I want to start a book on Wattpad with stoners/ losers nct like sperate books each and maybe even a series becuase one shots aren’t enough to express my love for stoners In nct. Like imagine Haechan as your plug/ bestfriend who goes out of town and you meet mark after running low on weed and attending college you ask around to your friends and boom new plug but the catch is that they both want your attention….

LIKE OMFGGG

[ryopromoter]

Ryo is the cutest when he is smiling and laughing

Keywords: ryopromoter, ryo, hirose ryo, hiroseryo, リョウ, 료, nct, nctwish, nct wish, cracking up, lol, lmao, lmfao, ijbol, laugh, laughing, haha, funny, hilarious

[ihavethedreamies]

First Kisses | NCT Dream

NCT Dream - All Members

Rating: E for Everyone

Word Count: About 300 for each, so about 2k total

Pairing: NCT Dream x GN!Reader (Separate)

Genre: Reader-Insert, Drabble, Fluff

Summary: Your first kiss with each member of NCT Dream!

Author's Note: I have never wrote drabble-length things before, so I am proud of myself I kept these so short.

I tried to keep these gender-neutral, so let me know if I didn't, but it might still be slightly implied in these the reader is AFAB, I don't think so though…

PS. Mark's and Haechan's are different from the ones for 127…

Revised (1/30/25)

-> NCT 127 <-

-> WayV <-

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Mark

"You like someone?!" Mark's voice is way too loud, so you shush him harshly, pressing on his shoulder to get him to sit back down. Luckily, the fast-food joint has very few people in it, but it just makes his shout all the more obvious. "Shush!" You sigh, resting your forehead in your hand. "Yes." "Who?" He doesn't sound curious, but it's hard to pinpoint his tone. "Why do you care?" It's him, but you can't just announce it right then. He’s ruined the mood, plus it's not the place for a confession. "Is it Jeno?" "No." "Jaemin?" "No." "Donghyuck?!" He sounds mad and you look around, shushing him again. "No! It's not any of our friends." You hope that your vague answer is enough. "Who is it? What if he doesn't deserve you?!" "It's you, dumbass!" You hoped to be sweeter about the confession, but your voice is laced with irritation. His upset facial expression falls, red slowly deepening on his face and the tips of his ears. Rubbing your temple, you nod apologetically to the older couple nearest your table. "It's me?" "Yes." You brush it off, continuing a normal conversation, changing the subject. He’s only kind of listening; you can see his brain going into overdrive. He finally mentions it again as you leave the place. You’re walking down the street, past an empty playground. His hand grabs yours, spinning you to him. Mark's lips press to yours, soft at first, then he deepens it with a groan. When he pulls back, he smirks then as the tables have turned, your face red. "I like you too."

Renjun

He shoves past people, nearly knocking someone over as he fights through the crowd. He wishes he wasn’t so damn short, weaving through people looking for you. The crowd forms around the bus, the big vehicle lying on its side, windows cracked and broken. The utility truck that smashed into it had then hit a pole, smoke rising out of the front. That’s the bus you’re normally on; he knows it because he’d been waiting for you to get off. The bus was so close to the stop down the road that he saw the accident, then ran to the scene. "Watch it!" Someone snaps as he shoves again, still looking for you. "Renjun?" His heart leaps when he hears you, turning around quickly to see you standing on the edge of the crowd. Your phone is in your hand, and you’re taking one of your ear buds out. "(Y/N)!" He surges forward, shoving one more person so hard they stumble, and before you can ask anything else, his arms are around you. You let out a soft, 'oof', your ear bud falling from your hand onto the pavement, luckily you hold your phone firm. Renjun is breathing harshly, his cheek pressed to the side of your head, and you feel a tear that falls from his eye. "What happened?" You ask, looking at the bus crash. You were going to get on it like usual, but the bus was full, so you decided to walk instead. Renjun pulls back, his hands cupping your cheeks, turning your head to look over you. "Are you okay?" He’s still breathing hard. "Yes? I walked…" You glance back at the accident, but his hands still on your face keep you from looking too well. Renjun sighs hard, and turns you back to look at him, capturing your next words with his lips. You squeak in surprise, then melt into the kiss. It’s desperate, not soft, and quick like you think your first would be. When he finally pulls away, he pulls you back into a hug. Your mind reels from the whirlwind of events, but you hug him back, standing in his embrace so he can revel in the fact you aren't hurt.

Jeno

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Jeno notices your stare. You blink to snap yourself out of it, your eyes flitting away from his lips to meet his eyes. "What do you mean?" you hum coyly, taking a sip of your drink. He scoffs playfully. "You've been ogling me more than usual today." He smirks and you glare insincerely. "I have no idea what you’re going on about." You brush it off and you two continue your meal. Dates between you two are not all that much different than when you two would hang out as friends, but there’s a lot more flirting going on, of course. Casually drinking your iced coffee, you look out the window, pretending to people watch. You’re able to see his reflection in the glass. Jeno huffs amused, but lets it go. As you’re walking down the street, not heading anywhere in particular, his fingers link around yours and you try to keep your face neutral at the little act. When you two are walking past a park, he halts, his hand in yours pulling you to stop as well. Turning to look at him in question, you watch carefully as your eyes flit over his face, lingering on his lips before going to his own. "You really want to kiss me that badly?" He smirks and your face turns red so fast he thinks steam will come off of it. Are you that obvious? "W-what do you…" You swallow and he steps forward, so he is much closer. Glancing around, there is no one in sight, so he leans in, his lips pressing to the corner of your mouth. What a tease he is. You grunt, annoyed, and before he can fully laugh, your arms are around his neck. Jeno allows you to haul him down to your level, your lips sealing over his tightly. Since you’re in public, he pulls back before the kiss can deepen further, his tongue brushing your lower lip still. "Good?" He smirks. "Yes~"

Haechan

When you walk into the living room, you had not expected your roommate to be home, let alone spread like a starfish in the middle of the room. "Hyuck?" You question him and he gives an acknowledging grunt. "What are you doing?" "Contemplating life. Having an existential crisis." His tone is uncharacteristically flat, but it’s clear he’s being overdramatic. "Why?" You stop next to him, and his gaze meets yours, looking up at you like a kicked puppy. "You're going to the beach without me…" He pouts and you roll your eyes. "Hyuck, it’s a family trip. Only family and significant others are going, not friends…" "I'm just a friend?!" He sits up quickly as you leave his side, going to the kitchen. You wonder if he gets a head rush. "You're my roommate, which is friend category." You jump when you turn around, he’s right there. "Freaking- what?!" You furrow your brow along with him. "Can't I be a significant other?" His question further throws you off and you just gape. "W-what?" "Take me as your boyfriend!" "But you're not my boyfriend!" "I am now!" He declares, his hand going to the back of your head, yanking you closer, kissing you to prevent any retort. After getting over the initial shock, you melt into the kiss, and follow after when he pulls back. "Yeah?" His stupid smirk makes you want to smack him. "Fine…come as my boyfriend."

Jaemin

"Guess what?" His tone makes you roll your eyes. He drops his bag on the couch next to you and sneer up at him. "What?" You grimace when he flops down between you and his bag, sitting back confidently, ankle resting on his opposite knee. "I found out that someone likes me." "A lot of people like you, Jaemin. You have a mirror." You huff, going back to your show, but he takes the remote and pauses it again. "I know who." "Yeah?" Your heart skips, nervous he’s figured you out. Hopefully, it’s someone else, literally anyone else. Jaemin leans it, his stupid smirk has evolved into the incredibly sexy one he knows just how to use. "It's you, (Y/N)." He chuckles and you try to keep your face flat, but he sees your skin tinting pink, almost reddening. "W-who told you that?" "You did." "WHAT?!" You wonder what the hell he’s talking about. You haven't been drunk lately… "You read my letter to my mom!?" "I mean… It was just on the table…" "Ass-munch!" You lunge at him, tackling him back on the couch, landing on top of him. You grab the collar of his hoodie, hauling him up to glare at him. Instead of playing along with your fake aggression, he tilts his head, licking your lips. You drop him, he bounces on the cushions, then he grabs your waist, rolling forward so you’re under him. His lips stop your protest, and you immediately melt, letting him kiss you. Jaemin pulls back, still with that stupid smirk. "You dick." You sneer, pulling him back down.

Chenle

After another extremely dramatic sigh from Chenle next to you, you stop typing on your laptop, looking at him. "What now?" "I'm bored." He mumbles and you roll your eyes. "Lele, we are going to be on this plane for another eight and a half hours, figure something out." You go back to typing and he groans again. Luckily, he’s filthy rich and so you both get to fly in the lap of luxury of first class. For the next fifteen minutes, you half-heartedly listen to him complain about this and that, before he stops talking abruptly. Casting him a side glance to see what might have piqued his interest, he digs into his backpack, pulling a red box out. Pepero sticks. "What?" You have a feeling where he’s going with it, your face a bit warm. He says nothing, for once, and tears the box open, pulling a chocolate covered biscuit stick out. He places one end in his mouth, leaning closer, his implication clear. You huff, closing your laptop, relenting. Maybe for once you can call his bluff… Sealing your lips around the other end, you both begin to chew on it, lips getting closer and closer to each other. He still remains strong, so when there’s barely any left between you, you seal the deal. Your lips hit his, the rest of the candy entering your mouth. Though, when you go to pull back, he grunts, hand flying to the back of your head, bringing you back to him, kissing you harder. When he lets you go, he laughs at your red face. You curse him out under your breath, and he laughs harder.

Jisung

You’re starting to ramble, panicking at his reaction. When you let it slip out of your mouth, you hadn't even registered that you confessed. The tone was casual, so much so he almost didn't catch your meaning. You told him that when a classmate asked you for his contact, you told her no. You added that you two are more than friends to get her off the topic. This, however, is NOT true. When he asked why you did that, your reply was simple, "Cause you're mine-" He halted his stride and that made you stop too. That's when you started spewing out words, face hot, stomach flipping. So focused on finding the right explanation, you don't notice Jisung move closer. By the time your eyes meet, his big hands cradle your jaw, and his lips softly meet yours. He swallows your gasp, pressing closer, his nerves quickly fading. Once you’re over the initial shock, you kiss back, your own hands gripping the fabric of his sweatshirt over his ribs. Finally pulling away from each other, you both smile bashfully, but don't step away. Jisung even still has his hands on your jaw, thumb stroking the soft, flushed skin of your cheek. "If I'm yours, does that mean you're mine too?" His shyness grows back at his own words. You blink, then giggle, fingers messing with his hoodie zipper. "I'm yours, Jisung." Your smile grows when he leans back in, lips ghosting over yours when he replies. "Let's be each other's then."

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[doevie]

◟#ZOMBiES ── a myung jaehyun smau ! ♡

you 　were　 never　 the　 serious　 type, 　and　 jaehyun　 knew　 it. 　even　 as 　the 　announcements 　for 　an 　apocalypse　 were 　going　 off, 　you　 still 　didn't　 take　 it 　serious.　 besides, 　you 　need　 to　 update　 your　 followers! so 　what 　will　 happen　 when　 you 　and 　jaehyun　 　unsuspectingly　 get　 into　 a　 zombie　 apocalypse!

pairing　influencerfem!reader x bsf!jaehyun, 　bestfriends to lovers, 　dumb!reader genre　crack,　fluff,　angst later in the story,　written + smau,　zombie apocalypse au. featuring　boynextdoor's hyung line,　liz from ive,　sion from nct wish,　eunchae from le sserafim,　&& more　 warnings　profanity,　brainrot humour,　mentions of death,　kys/kms jokes,　miss-spelt words,　&& more schedule　upcoming ( will start posting on tuesday ) authors note　this is my first ever smau so pls take it easy on me !!! T T also we blame warm bodies for the creation of... this.. > <

profiles　(　#alive　&&　#meowww　)

OOO　─　 prologue ( 0.4k word count ) OO1　─　lemme take a selfie 🤪 OO2　─　when u dead u dead lil bro 💔💔

　💭 　more will be added soon...

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