#nex7 x reader

[orange-nimon-cross]

masterlist/wip list

NCT

sunflower girl (COMING SOON)

- dong sicheng x reader, fluff

- barista au where sicheng is your sweet regular

walking in a winter wonderland

- dong sicheng x reader feat jung jaehyun, fluff, friends to lovers

- sicheng saves you from an awkward situation with your ex at a christmas party

best friend (COMING SOON)

- huang renjun x reader feat hwang hyunjin, pining and fluff

- renjun is your best friend. and he was kind of content being your best friend... until someone else came into the picture.

she wants me (to be loved) (COMING SOMEDAY I PROMISE)

- TWO ENDING FIC. xiao dejun or dong sicheng x reader

- college au, angst, fluff, and pining

- your best friend xiaojun calls you one night, wasted out of his mind and the only thing he says is that he wrote you a song...

[????] (COMING NOT AS SOON)

- park jisung x reader, idiots to lovers

- jisung walks into a dusty, run-down antique store one day and tries to chat up a cute girl who claims the store is magic... but magic isn’t real. is it?

Stray Kids

[???] (COMING SOON)

- han jisung x reader feat hyunjin, unrequited love, angst

another day (COMING SOON)

- yang jeongin, angst, death, reincarnation au

- every time you see him it’s at eighteen. before nineteen, he’s gone, ripping another hole into your heart. but you can’t help falling over and over, with every life

Nine Percent/NEX7/Idol Producer

lover (COMING SOON)

- cai xukun x reader, college au, fluff

- you get a call late one night from one of your friends to come pick up kun... and when you get there he’s so drunk that he can’t keep secrets anymore

[xxdreaminadream]

ding zeren//killing me softly with his song

a/n: this wasn’t requested, but it stayed in my notes for so long... i had to finish it and publish it. i hope you’ll enjoy!

pairing: zeren x reader, somehow.

genre: angst! maybe kinda fluffy.

trigger warnings: gang au?? mentions of death??

word count: 1172

i heard he sang a good song, i heard he had a style

and so i came to see him, to listen for a while

and there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes

i wish we had never met, zeren. things were impossible between us since the beginning. every feelings, every desires, every stolen kisses. they weren't meant to be. we weren't meant to be, our existences would have been more peaceful without each other. but here we are, again, playing a game together, against the world.

~ strumming my pain with his fingers

singing my life with his words

killing me softly with his song

killing me softly with his song

telling my whole life with his words

killing me softly with his song ~

he read me like an open book, and so did i. he knew everything about me, and so did i. words were precious between us, but also very dangerous. we were in a situation where our jobs didn't allow us to be very vocal about our feelings and about our personal lives.

~ i felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd

i felt he'd found my letters and read each one out loud

i prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on ~

the time i started working for the mafia, i knew and totally accepted the fact that personal relationships weren't really accepted, and that one night stands were preferred. but i couldn't help but falling in love with you. the game of seduction and flirting has its cons, i guess. oh god, i would've sold all of my belongings to leave this world and start everything another time, with you, and only you. ding zeren, why did we have to be from rival gangs?

~ strumming my pain with his fingers

singing my life with his words

killing me softly with his song

killing me softly with his song

telling my whole life with his words

killing me softly with his song ~

we quickly got discovered, and we became undesirable for our respective leaders. despite being the greatest killers of our gangs, one of us had to die, we knew it. they wouldn't hesitate to eliminate us. tonight had to be the night, uh? the stars were out in the sky, we were dressed as if we were newly married, you were beautiful and you told me that i was beautiful too. all the stars up in the sky were reflecting in your beautiful eyes.

~ he sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair

and then he looked right through me as if i wasn't there

but he was there, this stranger, singing clear and loud ~

leaning on the balcony, we had left the reception room and we were now on the roof. throwing what was going to be his last cigarette in the wind, he softly sighed. intrigued, i turned my head towards him.

- do you believe in the afterlife? i mean, not all of this heaven and hell stuff. do you think we can end up in a sort of parallel world? a peaceful one? he asked, smiling. his voice tensed up a bit as he said the last words.

- i don't believe in it. not at all actually, i said, looking at the moon in the night sky, arms crossed on the balcony.

i felt his hand landing on mine, and i couldn't help but smile.

- i don't believe it either. but for you, and for us, i will force myself to believe that it's possible, and i hope you'll do the same. he squeezed my hand, and smiled to me, making me smile back to him. right?

- if that's your final will, i told him, laughing.

while laughing, he hit my arm softly.

- don't talk about my final will, he said, chuckling. because if i have one, it's most likely not going to be achieved, he declared with a serious tone.

- maybe i can help you, i said while looking at the shining lights of the city, far away from us.

- you can't.

his voice was tensed up.

- don't underestimate me, you always do that. i did a lot of risky things, for you, for us, don't you remember?

- y/n. do you know what i want, what my final will is? he asked, almost aggressively. i want to be with you. and not only now, not temporarily, but forever. i want one of those clichés houses next to the sea, i want three or four children, that look like you, like us. i also want a dog, i know how much we both love huskies. i want a nice, risk-free, healthy life. and all of this, with you. i'm tired of this hectic lifestyle. i already went through so much for someone who isn't even 25 yet, and who will probably never reach 25. he gently squeezed my hand. everything, in this life, is so uncertain. the only thing i'm certain of is that i love you, and i will always do. 

i could feel that my tears were about to spill, so i stayed silent. it was the first time he ever said these things. the only thing i could do, was squeezing his hand back.

after a short period of silence, he talked again.

- do you trust me?

- of course, i do. why would you ask me this? i asked, clearly confused.

- run away with me.

his words resonated in my head. running away with him? i would be lying if i said i never thought about it. and at this point, i had such a violent urge to live, that i didn't want to disappear like this. 

- zeren... it's such a dangerous idea.

he pushed my hand away, before hurriedly grabbing his gun, that one that had our initials engraved in. while mindlessly playing with it, he started talking again.

- what's more dangerous than dying, y/n? we don't have any "real" family. we only have each other. wouldn't it be exciting to change names once in a while? to see many different countries? to hide our past, this part of us, and start everything again? we can start again. it's not too late. we could ditch all of our belongings, and only keep our guns, hidden somewhere in our quiet house in a suburban area. we could get our share of the American dream, baby, don't you think? he said in a laugh. let's do it. let's catch the first plane, and never come back. i beg you, y/n.

he grabbed my hand again and smiled at me. for once, i felt alive.

i nodded at his words as a sign of agreement, and he quickly guided me out of the party, through the crowd of rich and influent people.

he used cash to buy the plane tickets, so they wouldn't track us.

and that's how we both disappeared, and never came back.

as long as i live, i'll hide our secret, zeren.

i love you.

[sparklejaemin]

Drabble Game, #21, Ding Zeren

“Such a tsundere...”

Ding Zeren wasn’t one to really express his emotions.

He was a great dancer, that’s for sure.

But when it came to things like showing he cares, or telling someone he likes them.

Ding Zeren was a hopeless case indeed.

You were new to the company, you had just been recruited to join Yuehua and it had only been your 2 week into training. That’s when you met him, he was to be your dance teacher as you had majored in dance, so you couldn’t really fit in with the pace of the beginner classes.

Zeren didn’t like that he was slowly but surely crushing on you. He didn’t want to look like a fool as he taught you and the other trainees. He didn’t want to lose his cool first impression on you.

You didn’t like how you were slowly crushing on him too... you wanted to focus on debuting, and making a name for yourself. You’re also, in the same place as Zeren in all honesty; you liked him, but you couldn’t express yourself at all. 

So one day, after many pleas of ‘I can do this another day’ and a bit of pushing from your friends, you’re now faced with Zeren who feels as awkward as you do. 

“Hey Y/N...”

“H-hi Zeren”

“So uh...” You both said at the same time.

Then he spoke up, “Would you like to go out sometime... its not like a date...well unless you want it to be a date...I mean-”

You smiled and laughed as you felt happy and relieved. You gained confidence, “Such a tsundere... but yes, I’d love to go on a date.”

He smiled and spun you around, “....Wait....tsundere? HEY!!”

[xxdreaminadream]

ZHU ZHENGTING SCENARIO PLEASE🙏🏼❤️ I WILL LOVE YOU EVEN MORE (also a bi wenjun if you can❤️ he totally bias wrecks me along with zeren, justin, chengcheng, quanzhe and xinchun) as you can see I can't stay loyal to my bias and got a ton of bias wreckers😊😅 the whole group specifically🙃

a/n: nex7 are tHAT powerful that they just!! biaswreck you all the time!! i hope you’ll like it hehe

pairing: zhu zhengting x reader

genre: fluff

trigger warnings: a bit suggest i v e

                                      zhu zhengting - shirt

it was almost noon, you had just woken up. as you entered the living room, still half asleep, you heard your boyfriend, zhengting, with his sweet, soothing voice almost barking at you.

- is that my shirt? i searched it for the whole morning! you gotta be kidding me!

you mindlessly looked at him, and sat next to him.

- and you’re not even answering? you stole my shirt. you deserve to die or something like that.

you stupidly smiled at him, wondering how could someone be so worked up because their significant other was wearing his shirt.

- why are you smiling? does my pain make you laugh?

you laughed silently, and looked at his beautiful features while he was trying not to laugh.

- you know, i had to spend the whole morning shirtless, he said with a little smirk. shirtless. so obviously, after a while, so… he acted as if he was thinking, as if he had a brain. after 2 hours, i decided to take one of your hoodies. and guess what?

- tell me about your problems baby, you said while trying not to laugh, slightly making fun of him.

- when i was searching in your closet for a hoodie, i found the one i had lost since 2 months! you’re nothing more than a filthy little thief!

you bursted out laughing after he said that.

- but you told me that i could keep it! if i’m a filthy little thief, as you say, then you are a disgusting liar, you said while putting your elbow against the back of the couch, still foolishly smiling at him.

he smiled softly, before regaining his seriousness.

- i feel like we’re moving away from the original subject, y/n. he said as he turned his head to face you.

- are we, zhengting? you asked, amused.

- yes. so… why did you steal my shirt? he asked, smirking.

your faces were only a few inches apart, and you could feel his hot breath against your skin, which distracted you slightly.

after a little moment, you got closer to his face and whispered quietly in his ear.

- i stole your shirt because last night, my clothes seemed so ugly to you that you threw them across the room, and i can’t find them back, fucker, you said before smacking his head and stepping back a bit while giggling.

he laughed while rubbing his head, then he put his head on your lap.

- you know… everyone has needs sweetheart, he stated, as he was looking at you, somehow still smirking. but my shirt looks really good on you… he told you while he was playing with one end of the fabric, may i say.

- your needs and your compliments won’t exempt you from helping me find my clothes, you told him, as you were tracing the contours of his face. but well played. you said with a smile before leaning down to kiss him.