#noooo dont drill the baby

[eanholt]

He would drill so many things, none of which are appropriate to use a drill on.

new animal just dropped

[chaerincore]

starting line (2018)

in which sakura gets a text from an unknown sender.

warning(s): none. but baby chae does make a harmless, empty threat after eunwoo clowns her once again if you squint lol but who’s surprised at this point. i’ll post the part that leads up to this point tomorrow (;

notes: mentions of yuri (@skzfairies) from ateez! italicized words are english. enjoy :]

tags: @skzfairies [send me a request in my asks to join!]

sakura sat at a vanity when her phone vibrated, she was busy getting her hair finished up so her stylist could start on her makeup, going through the mental notes in her head about what she could do to improve on the upcoming performance at inkigayo for winter is coming promotions.

unknown: is this sakura?

"hey, woo?" sakura called out, gaining the attention she needed from one of her older brothers, who just got his makeup done in the vanity beside her.

"yes, chae?"

"do you know this number?" she asked, handing her phone to the boy, being careful to not mess up what her stylist was working hard on.

"huh? oh yeah, it's yunho. yuri told me earlier he was gonna text you after she gave him your number." eunwoo casually replied as he recognized the number on the small screen, handing the phone back to sakura without blinking an eye.

"excuse me, what?" chaerin blurted out, her eyes widening as eunwoo raised an eyebrow at her in amusement, "why didn’t she tell me that? how did you get her number? and why does he have my number? what happened to overprotective dad mode? are you okay? dude, blink if you need help!"

"don't drill me, i'm just the messenger now."

sakura rolled her eyes, wanting to tackle her best friend in that very moment, but was scolded by her stylist for moving too much, automatically causing her go back to sitting still again.

"sleep with one eye open tonight." she mumbled as eunwoo looked back down at his own phone, making her do the same, letting out a deep breath before typing out her reply.

sakura: depends, who is this?

unknown: it's yunho?? yuri gave me your number earlier this morning

sakura: ahh ok, just wanted to confirm. sorry, i just wanted to be sure :]

sakura changed unknown to yunho

yunho: don't be sorry, i get the concern

sakura: & if you could answer my burning question: what made you want my number? it’s been a while since we’ve even seen each other

yunho: why is it such a shock?

sakura: i asked first bro (ง •̀_•́)ง

yunho: okay okay fine dONT FIGHT ME ILL ANSWER

sakura: (^ｰ^)

yunho: i uh, i've been wanting to talk more for a while now

yunho: and whenever our groups hang out, you always seem to be busy so i wanted to take the opportunity when it came

yunho: so i convinced yuri to help me out so i could talk to you more

yunho went offline

sakura: NOOOO COME BACK

sakura: UR SO CUTE DON'T BE SHY BC I'LL GET SHY TOO (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

sakura: ur so precious i’ll cry pls come back (*^ -^*)

yunho is online

yunho: sooooo can i see you more? like… just us?

sakura: i don’t see why not!! :]

yunho: :D

sakura: i do have to go finish getting ready for my stage, let's call soon so we can start somewhere!!

yunho: good luck, petal <3

sakura is offline

yunho is offline

chaerin looked up from her phone, butterflies erupted in her stomach at the pet name he used on her.

petal.

how could he just use that name on her so casually? how dare he make her heart skip a beat like that, so easily too? was it flirting or just a cute nickname? why did—

"YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND?!" jaehyun shrieked from across the waiting room, startling sakura out of her thoughts as the makeup artists wrapped up their job in time for her to turn around to see jaehyun looking like he just had a midlife crisis, which might not be entirely wrong.

but jaehyun knew better than to make a comment like that.

“I’M NOT DATING ANYONE!” sakura yelled back, anger boiling inside of her at the thought of seeing someone in that way, she would never.

"listen, yuri convinced me to let it happen, and he's not a jerk so... it's not like she’s unsafe hands." eunwoo defended himself, his eyes wide in what seemed to be of both shock and fear.

"if we're being reasonable, sakura is eighteen years old." hyewon calmly began explaining, "i know as the leader, it's your job to protect us, but sakura incredibly smart, if she senses something isn't right about what she's doing, she simply won't do it. we all know that’s more than true." she said, her voice made it sound like she was talking it out to herself, too.

"also... i’m not saying it’ll happen but if it does, it's not like we have a dating ban, we just have to be extremely careful with what we do." she added, her words calming down jaehyun as he let out a deep breath, one he didn't know he was holding.

sakura scowled at hyewon’s words, the oldest could feel the colorful-haired girl glaring daggers right through her. why wouldn’t they just give up?

“it’s definitely not going to go there, i’m not dating anyone.” she clarified, her tone serious as she felt her chest tighten. it was only november, but any thought that coincides with valentine’s day or romance automatically makes her grow cold at the constantly resurfacing memories. memories that just never seemed to leave her alone.

her members always meant well, but sakura was still bitter. everything that had happened a year ago still felt like an open wound.

"jaehyun, oppa, can i at least hang out with him?" sakura then spoke up, "if it's not safe, i promise i'll back away. i can take care of myself." she said, her eyes meeting her oldest brother's with genuineness.

"fine, but stop getting old, you're growing up too fast."

"eunwoo, can you pair him up with someone too so he eventually stops sounding like my dad?"

"i was just gonna say that too..."

“stop it! i’m your leader!”

[nctflirts]

future; mark lee

in which, mark lee is your boyfriend. that’s it. that’s the description.  

anonymous said: helllooo~ if it’s okay, could i request like a cute little pillow talk scenario with Mark? just like talking about like your future together and like kids and stuff? thanks babes! genre: pure sickening boyfriend fluff ( gender neutral reader) warnings: u know da drill i dont proofread my shit. word count: 1.2k

3:43am

you’d lost track of how long you’d been staring at mark, your sleeping counterpart; it had become a hobby you were exceedingly good at.  your foreheads were inches away as you lay in bed with your boyfriend, and every time you scan his face in the moonlight you find another reason to love him. the little moles on his neck. his lack of makeup, allowing you to study the blemishes on his cheeks. his faded pink lips parted slightly as his slumber sighs begin to threaten small snores. you couldn’t seem to sleep, your mind racing with thoughts of him and his touch and his laugh. 

you can’t help but to run your thumb across his cheekbone, the skin you feel warm and soft to the touch. to keep your hands off of him, to keep your eyes off of him would be impossible in this moment. this was the boy the stars danced for, you determine. enraptured isn’t the word. you lean forward and place your lips to his forehead. he’s hot. not in that way. well, yes, but no. his body radiates a heat, but you have a suspicion his hands are cold.

you’re lost in your own thoughts and images of the angels crafting this boy to be put on earth, here, with you. it’s not until you notice his breathing has quieted that you resolve to try and sleep. the sun will start rising in a moment; you’re not built for a lack of sleep, you’ve never been the type to thrive while tired, like mark. 

“it’s late. shouldn’t you be asleep?” mark’s voice is coated with sleep. his eyes are still closed, and he hasn’t moved an inch, you’re not even sure if he’s fully conscious. you offer a half smile.

“technically it’s just really early.” 

his bambi eyes flicker open, a twinkle in them as he peers at you. his hand reaches for yours, and he interlocks your fingers. his hand is warm. “why don’t you sleep?”

“i’d rather look at you.” you say blatantly. his lips curl into an embarrassed smile, he rolls his eyes. 

“that’s cheesy.”

“it’s true.” you shrug. he’s not one for cheesy lines, his best attempts being phrases he’d heard from johnny, which, to be honest, were never good. you tend to outperform him in both flirting and PDA. which is fine. his little love nudges, hand squeezes and laughs content you just enough.  a comfortable silence fills the room, the air warm like a good hug. you suspect he’s fallen back asleep, but he proves you wrong when he hums. 

    “hey.”

“hi, mark lee.” 

“if one day we were.... like.. if one day we were married. would you- would that be okay?”

another silence, most likely less comfortable on his side.  to say you hadn’t thought of marriage with him would be a lie; god, you only ever thought of marriage with him. 

“if this is your proposal i definitely have some complaints.” you laugh. 

he laughs as well, but you can hear the unrest in his voice. “no, it’s not, i swear. i just. i like it when we’re like this.”

“i like it, too.” you nod, unsure of where he’s going with this rant. 

“i mean. when you’re here...  i don’t have to worry about anything when you’re here. it’s like, nice.” 

you stifle a chuckle and his rambling. “well, i’m glad you don’t worry.” 

he shakes his head, hair falling in the way of his eyes. “no, you don’t get it. i never not worry. i’m built for worrying about things. i always do it. but when i see you, it’s like... i don’t? like when i see you, and you hug me, time .. just...  stops and...  i just think about you?” 

you smile softly, his shifting gaze illuminated the light pouring through your window. your heart soared at his words, and you squeeze his hand. 

“i love you so much.” 

“i missed being with you. like this.” he sighs, inching forward so your foreheads grazed each other’s. 

“to answer your question, i think it would be okay if one day we were married.”

he laughs. it’s your favorite sound ever, you decide. his thumb is caressing the back of your hand. is it possible to love too much?

“i want kids.” he blurts. you can’t help the snort that escapes you. that’s mark, either he says nothing or he says it all. 

“right now? is it not a bit early in the morning for that?” 

you can practically hear him blushing, his ears red instantly as he stutters a protest. “no, no, no- noooo, that’s not what i meant. i meant. babies. with you. later on. a lot later on.” 

you nod. “i want kids too. maybe 5?”

“god, 5 is a lot, don’t you think? all we have is my tiny ass apartment and your even tinier flat?”

“well i don’t think we plan on living in our broke young adult homes forever, do we?”

“oh, yeah.” he thinks, staring at the wall behind you for a moment. “we’ll have a big penthouse.” 

“a penthouse? for a family?” you scoff.

“you’ve obviously never seen jessie.”

“i haven’t. i’m a nickelodeon fan for life.” 

“you’re sick, you know that?” 

“you love me.” 

“more than anything in the world.” he nods. “but still. five?”

you laugh. “hey, you’re the one who brought up children.” 

“yes, but five of them is overkill. one is lazy. two is mediocre. three is a good number. four is pushing it. five? at that point you’re being an overachiever and absolutely nobody wins at that point.” 

you snort. “well, i guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” 

“we’re not having five children, ______ .” he says with resolve in his tone. 

you find the conversation hilarious, 5 children seems reasonable to you, far into the future, at least. five little mark lees? obviously a good idea.

“you’d be a good dad.” you coo, distracting him from the previous subject successfully. his eyes light up.

“you think so?”

you think for a moment, flashes of memories yet to be made. mark building blanket forts for his children, playing catch with them. you grin to yourself, heart swelling. “absolutely, babe.”

he practically coos, you can tell this was one of the things he’d worried about.

“you know. whenever i think about my future- i don’t think a lot about it? i have so much going on right now, i don’t think long term a lot? but i do know that...  whenever i think about my future, it always has you in it.” he shrugs. “so,, i don’t think there’s a timeline in which i’m not enchanted by you. i don’t want to do life without you, i don’t think i can do life without you, ____.” he whispers, as if the moon outside will hear.

you think tiredness makes him loopy, a subconscious guard being down and letting him spill out his soul universe to you. you lean forward and peck his lips momentarily. 

“you are mark lee, the most important thing in my life. you were when we met, you are right now, and you will be forever and ever.” your words are coming out slurred now as drowsiness threatens to take over. he notices and smiles, his hand makes its way to the side of your face, and he brushes his thumb against your cheek. “we need to sleep. you need to sleep, babe.”

you hum softly, your eyes fight against the imaginary weights pulling them down. you feel mark’s thumb still drawing circles on your cheeks, and you can’t help but to let your eyes flicker close.

“g’night.” you mumble. 

“it’s 4am, might as well say good morning.” he chuckles. 

“this is why we’re having 5 kids.” you manage, sticking your tongue out at him.

his laugh is the last thing you hear before drifting off to sleep, it lulls you off to sleep and you can still hear it while you dream.