#tros-nct

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

The Return of Superman- Mark

(cw: f!reader called “mama”, a child duh)

Mark had spent a good few decades with a lot of his life documented on cameras. There were music videos, behind the scenes vlogs, cameras, talk shows, selfies, you name it- he did it. There was however, one area of his life that wasn't show or documented for the public. That was you, your marriage, and his son.

There had of course been the announcement on SM's end about Mark being in a relationship, then there was SM the announcement five years later about the two of you being married paired with a post from Mark with a wedding picture of the two of you where your face wasn't seen, and then the last announcement 3 years ago announcing the birth of his son.

Mark completely understood and agreed with your apprehension to show aspects of your life to the public, especially regarding your son. There was the occasional post with you and you can recall the uproar it caused across social media when Mark finally posted your full face on his public account. It was complete madness. People had managed to track down your place of work and even found other pictures of you from your friend's account. You had reason to be apprehensive regarding the privacy of you family.

However, as your son got older, you and Mark got more comfortable sharing more and more about your life, still being mindful of your privacy. So when Mark's managers called and mentioned his own episode on The Return of Superman, you had both discussed it and cautiously agreed with a few conditions. Conditions that were met with no argument since Mark was such a big celebrity to lock in.

--

Mark was sitting in the confessional, the familiar black curtain behind him as he introduced himself to the camera, "uh yeah, hi. My name is Mark Lee, I've been a member of NCT since 2016. My wife and I have been married for almost 9 years and our son is 3 years old."

He pauses as he listens to a producer as a question. He chuckles and shakes his head, "My son and I spend a lot of time together, but loves his mom. I try to take him out for some father and son bonding, but he cries for mom after an hour, when he play together he always involves her. It's great, I obviously love her too, but I think these few days the two of us will be kind of rough."

The scene cuts to the cameras panning over the space of yours and Mark's home as the commentators laugh and predict what they think will happen.

Mark is shown sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes tiredly before putting on his glasses and heading for his son's room. You had left the night before for a much needed girl's weekend with friends. You waited until your son was gone, peppering his chubby cheeks with kisses as he slept in his toddler bed before sneaking out of the room and bidding Mark goodbye with his own barrage of kisses and watery eyes. You knew Mark would be fine alone. He was a good dad and his confidence had skyrocketed once his son had grown out of the shaky steps phase.

"Wow, that is such a cool boy room!" One of the commentators marveled as the camera in Mark's son’s room showed the room covered in Spider-man. He had Spider-man sheets, blankets, wall stickers, toys, books- everything.

Mark smiled softly at the sight of his son sprawled across his little bed, still deeply asleep. Mark made his way to the kitchen and began making breakfast. He turned on the rice maker and began cracking eggs into the pan, watching tiredly as they turned from translucent to white.

One commentator cleared her throat, "this is interesting. Isn't it well-known that Mark can't cook eggs? I wonder if he's gotten better or his son likes them?"

The scene shows Mark and his son sitting at the dining table, his son blinking slowly and using both his hands to keep his head up. Mark laughs softly, scooping up a spoonful of rice and fried egg to feed his son. Usually, he'd be able to feed himself but this morning he's just too sleepy and Mark admittedly likes babying him. He is still a baby.

His son tiredly chews, his eyebrows furrowing and his face falling into one of confusion. He opens his eyes fully as he leans away from the next spoonful of food heading for him. "What's that?" his little voice asks as his finger points at the egg.

"It's eggs and rice, bub. Say ah," Mark instructs.

"Mama made it?" his son asks while turning his cheek away from the spoon.

"No, I made it," Mark replies, deciding to instead take the bite of food for himself.

His son scrunches his face up and takes the fried egg from his bowl and places it into Mark's, "yucky, Appa. No thank you!"

Mark tilts his head back with a roll of his eyes as the commentators laugh and compliment his son's good manners despite him calling the egg 'yucky.'

The scene cuts to Mark and his son standing in the entryway of your home, putting on their shoes. As Mark opens the door, his son freezes, "is Mama sick?"

Mark is hesitant to respond, "no, Mama isn't here. Remember it's going to be just me and you until tomorrow night?"

He can hear the familiar catch of his son's breath as he nervously looks up at Mark, "she's ok? She's coming tomorrow?"

Mark feels his heart melt, and the commentators all aww and coo over how cute the 3 year old is. Mark crouches down in front of him, picking him up and hosting him onto his hip, "of course she's coming back. Come on, we're going to go ride bikes at the park and get dinner with uncles later. Does that sound fun?"

His son sniffles and nods, "and ice cream?"

Mark laughs, "yes, and ice cream."

--

The camera crew follows Mark and his son around the park, watching as Mark teaches the boy to pedal and steer the bike. He eventually gets the hang of it and begins riding around on his own with a big smile. His little laughs and giggles fill the air as he zooms in every direction much faster than Mark or any of the cameramen expected, especially the cameraman tasked with following the boy around with his heavy camera.

It's all going well, no tears, no complaints, not even a mention of you, until the tricycle comes to an abrupt stop and turns when it gets too close to the edge of the grass. Mark sprints over the second he sees the tricycle teeter over and makes it to his son before the tears start.

He keeps calm as he looks his son over for any wounds, finding none and immediately being filled with relief. His son must have just gotten scared from the fall. Nonetheless Mark holds him close and rocks him as he cries into Mark's t-shirt.

"I want Mama," his son cries.

"I know buddy, I'm sorry. Does it hurt anywhere?"

His son continues to cry and shakes his head, his sobs turning into sniffles as he calms down. Mark pushes the hair away from his son's forehead and presses a long kiss to the sweaty skin, "you are being so brave, bub. I know it was scary, huh? I am so proud of you."

"And Mama too?" his son asks with watery eyes.

"Yes, and Mama too. You can tell her all about it when she comes home tomorrow. You can tell her that you heal fast like Spider-man."

His son perks up and his eyes brighten, "like Spider-man?"

Mark nods and stands, with his son in one arm and the tricycle in the other, "Oh yeah, big guy. Just like Spider-man, whenever he gets scared he keeps going, right?"

This sets his son off on his little tangent about Spider-man fighting the Green Goblin, then Doc Oc, and how he uses his webs and how the bad guy loses and Spider-man always wins.

The scene cuts to Mark in the confessional, "I really have enjoyed my time on the show, but I may be worse than my son. If you have me back, can she stay too? Please."

[neocatharsis]

240831 [PRESS] NCT JUNGWOO and Kwon Eunbi become countryside-life mates in 'City Z goes to the countryside'

“City Z goes to the countryside' is a 'real hip-tro (hip + retro)' variety show that depicts Gen-Z celebrities from the city living in the countryside.”

Translated by 127CENTRAL

[neomujinjja]

Headcanons & Scenario Masterlist

─⋅⋅Headcanon⋅⋅─

BND - Park "Dates"

Enhypen Heeseung - Rockstar Boyfriend

Enhypen Sunghoon - Ice Skater Boyfriend

BND's Taesan - College Boyfriend Headcanon

Enhypen - In Germany

The Boyz' Eric - Boyfriend Headcanon

Stray Kids - Accidentally triggering your allergies

BND - Reaction to you crying

TXT - Types of kisses

RIIZE - Dealing with an discomforting co-worker

TXT's Yeonjun & Kai - Sweet Home AU

NCT's Kun - 'TROS'

─⋅⋅Scenarios⋅⋅─

Woodz - First Christmas

TXT's Beomgyu - Being an criminal duo

Take You to a place we've never been before

Slow Dancing

(Tattoo) Butterfly Kisses

[eviestrology]

Astro Game: Your Life as an Idol

Hiii can i join the game pls 🥰 it would be great if you tell me the male partners. Thank youuu ❤️‍🔥

Game Status: Closed

@iamthegoddes-blog Thanks for requesting!

Company: JYP

Position: Dancer, Center, Leader, Soloist

*Could also be involved in the songwriting process

Public Image: Your fans would love your enthusiastic and funny personality. You'd be known as someone respectful, hardworking, and passionate. Your ability to keep a bright and positive energy in public makes you seem inspiring and fun. You could attract envious people. It's easy for you to climb to the top and get close to higher-ups. You're quick-witted and outgoing. This can cause some people to see you as narcissistic and always seeking to be the center of attention. For the most part, you'd be well-liked and well-known.

How Other Idols See You: Idols would find you warm and sociable, but also a workaholic and authoritative. You can come across as bossy and aggressive, even if you're not. Other idols become competitive around you because they constantly compare themselves to you. They might talk behind your back and spread rumors about you and your family. They'd be intimidated by your success. Your members would think you're reliable, persistent, and positive, but that you're also prone to burnout and anxiety. Too high standards could cause some tension among members. They would think you need to learn how to relax and rely on others, while also worrying about you.

Scandals: Some people could think that you have too much of an ego and are attention-seeking. With Aries mercury, you could talk without thinking and end up saying controversial. Speaking your mind too much could land you in trouble.

Idol Friends: Jeno (NCT), Haknyeon (The Boyz)tro), Ireh (Purple K!ss), Minji (NewJeans)

Idol Partner: Eunwoo (Astro)

Retirement: You would do well in careers with an active lifestyle. You could become a choreographer or dance coach.

[icedcappujaeno]

Here he is! It’s Moominpappa!

➝ Moominmamma is gone for 48 hours, what shall we do?

100% INSPIRED BY [ THE RETURN OF SUPERMAN ].

SERIES: JUNG JAEHYUN

Episodes:

“Hello, I am Baekhyun!”

"The Hair Fairy!”

“Firetruck”

“The Dudes”

TBA

[sichengjpeg]

was tagged by @cookiebro36 to release memes that describe me (without downloading ANYTHING new). let me take this opportunity to enlighten all of you 

+ for a hint of positivity:

i don’t know exactly which of my mutuals/followers are ALSO the type to have folders and folders of memes like i do so if anyone wants to do this (anyone at all) try it and tag me so we can bond over fresh memes <3

[nuteeya]

Markhyuck as kids 😂

[1eos]

let’s get corn tro verse shul........are nct 127/wayv actually sexy? personally im leaning towards no.........

[haechangelo]

@soyokaze-step HI ISAAC 💖 thankyou for tagging mee :>

You can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to. 🎵 Make a new post, hit shuffle on your media player and write down the first 10 songs, then tag people. No skipping! 🎶

OK I WON'T CHEAT THIS TIME

1. Not alone - nct 127

2. Love - prettymuch ft. inigo pascual

3. 119 - nct dream

4. Career boy - Dorian Electra

5. View - shinee

6. Checkmate - conan gray

7. E-boy - slayyyter ft. that kid

8. Snack - shawn wasabi ft. raychel jay

9. On our way home - empire of the sun

10. Noticed - lil mosey

Tagging 🌸 @sharamanne @hyuckieloves @suhkissed @re-tro-future 🌸 ofc only if u want to 💖

[xuxikook]

Roommates, Season 3, Pilot.

A/N This will show like an episode you watch on TV, examples like; Tros, LOTJ, 2D1N, Running man etc. Inspired by @/nitaescence (i love her works omg). 

And since I miss Roommates I’ve decided to make a fictional season three of the show with all of my favorite artist.

Artist (Non pairing): Y/n, BTS Kim Taehyung, NCT Wong Lucas, Black pink Park Rose,Stray Kids Bang Chan, Seventeen Seungkwan, Actress Shin Yeeun, Actor Lee Dong Wook. Summary: In which different types of people are stuck inside a house for a couple of months  Genre: Roommates!Variety show!Y/n’sAnIdol!Au Words: 3324 

*Bold/blockquote - Show’s Intro/Transition.

*...* -  Frame captions.

Italic - Present time.

Blockquote - Time

[Bold] - Camera’s filming positions.

Italic/bold  - Interview 

<...> - Place

(brackets) - Sound effects

*Due to popular demands, Roommates Season Three is back with new exciting artists!* 

 *SHOW INTRO

*Who will be our first member of the house?*

Bedroom, door

< unfamiliar dorm >

[Wall camera filming down]

You giggled at your self as you look around your dorm picking and dropping things you want to bring along to the house you'll be staying at for six months or more.

*still struggling what to bring*

"What do I bring?" You asked your self loudly letting the microphone that was hanging on your clothes catch the sound. You hummed to your self as you go to the nearest camera that was stuck on the wall. The one that was filming you down. "Guess what? I don't know what to bring."

*Oh oh..* (unison of oh)

You spoke to the camera before walking away from it to think things through. A female appeared from the kitchen as she munch on a sandwich you've made earlier for yourself, but now is in the hand of your group member.

"You're still not done packing?" She asked and you nodded your head as she comes over to you and open up your luggage and started throwing things inside, such as her pictures because she said you'll miss her.

*Transition; Introduction of Y/n.

[In front of Y/n, with black backdrop]

"Hey everyone!" You introduced as soon as the person behind the camera signaled you to start speaking. "I'm Y/n, from the rookie group AMATEUR.”

*Transition; Introduction of Y/n group and performance.

"So why did you join this show?" The same female interviewer asked as you sit in front of the camera quite shy to be alone.

"I've lived in Korea for four years now, and not once I've lived outside of the company's provided shelter, lived with my group too ever since. So I wanna see how it feels like moving in with new set of people." You said independently as you smile sincerely.

[Camera men holding up camera as they follow Y/n]

"Are you really sure about moving there?" Your member asked as she drops your luggage she was carrying on the ground. A giggle came out of your mouth as you looked at her pouting face.

"It's not like I won't come back in here," you joked. "Plus- You're going to have the room all by your self so I don't know why you're complaining."

(Sound track; Laughs.)

"Oh you're right!" She exclaimed and grabbed the luggage she had just dropped. Opening the trunk immediately and putting it in. Pushing you towards the door, opening it for you. Waving. "Bye bye sister."

"Do you know what types of people you'll be living with?"  She asked you, your face turned into a frown and shook your head.

"Nope, but I hope they'll be cool people?" You answered. Unaware of who the people are gonna be there. Well signing up to live with a bunch of strangers doesn't sound bad right? Right?

Wall camera following a man’s movement, camera transitioning to a new room.

*Who is it?*

"Ah hyung!" A whiny boy's voice echoed the door.

Transition to Taehyung’s Introduction

< Dorm’s Living room. >

as he walk over the living room where two boys focus on the screen with controllers on their hands too busy playing Mario Kart for the hundredth time since they've got home from tour. The camera that surrounds  the place following Taehyung's every move.

(Screams)

Frozen frame of Jungkook and SeokJin

*so handsome!*

"What?" An uninterested Jin asked as he continue on pressing the speed button again and again to speed up the car's speed so he can win against Jungkook after losing during the previous game.

"Take care of Yeontan for me pleaseee-" He begged dragging the word as he look at the oldest member of his group. Having no response he moved over to the huge screen and blocked it with his body in hopes of gaining the older one's attention.

(laughs)

"Ah Hyung!" Jungkook whined as he tries to move his head to the side to see the screen better. Great. Two kids are whining.

*Interview; Kim Taehyung

"So why did you joined the show?" The male interviewer asked as he signaled Taehyung who sits awkwardly alone in his seat. Not used of not having the other six people to be with him.

"I think its because I've been stuck with the same people for years and I think it'll be healthy for me to be away from them for a while." He giggled making the female crews look at him in admiration. While Taehyung recall the time he memorized the members snores after being roommates with them from time to time.

< outside of dorm >

[Camera man holding up camera as they follow Taehyung.]

"Go." Seokjin said at Kim Taehyung as he pouted at him. The camera man behind him filmed the two as they bid their farewell to one another. Taehyung went to the older one to hug him, trying to be cute and all.

*Cuteeeee* (a chorus of ‘aw’)

"Please leave." Seokjin sternly said before cracking a smile after trying to push the kid.

(laughs) 

Hugging the kid as well, knowing to himself that he's gonna miss the younger kid.

"Hey y'all!" A bright voice cheered as he sits on the chair. The common black background behind him. 

"It's me." He said before turning his head 180 degree, turning his attention back to the camera "Lucas."

(screams)

*NCT LUCAS!*

*Flashes Lucas performance with NCT and WAYV

*Wow So handsome!*

Winking to the camera. "Wait it's not recording yet!" The interviewer jokingly said making Lucas flush red as the people around him laugh at their small prank.

< Nct Dorm >

[Wall camera facing two close faces.]

"Oh Nana!" He cheered before giving the kid a man handshake. "This is Nana."

He said before the shy kid giggles before waving to the camera. "Isn't he handsome? My lil' bro!"

(laughs)

*yes he is*

"Easy~" Bambam walked over to the chair and sat down. Bowing first as a respect on the staff. Before starting the interview. 

(Laughs)

Transition; Got7′s dorm

< Bam’s room >

"You realize you wont actually need all of those things?" Jackson said as he leans on the door watching Bambam take out everything to pack up.

"You've been there. I saw your clothing. It was the same thing over and over again." Bambam snapped before smiling at the guy leaning in the door. Jackson looked at him rolling his eyes. "And heck I wont do the same."

"I honestly hope you get the worst room." Jackson said.

*We’ll see that..*

*Clip of future event; 

Bambam and Taehyung playing rock paper scissors.

*what happened?!*

*Transition; Interview Lee Dong Wook

"Yes. I'm back." The same familiar looking man said as he bows at the camera. Sighing as he rubbed the palm of his hands on his black jeans. "I don't know how. I don't know what I'm getting from this show but I'm willing to take a risk once again."

*he’s back again!*

*Clip of Season one and season two.

*We Missed you Mr Lee*

"Dongwook-ssi, Do you know that you're the oldest one in the house?" Asked the interviewer making the grown up man's eyes widen at the news.

"W-what?"

(laughs)

*Its okay Mr Lee!* *We’re sure it wont be that bad*

*Clip of future event;

Dongwook face palming himself as he sits behind the table looking at something.

*Transition; Interview Rosé

"Hiya! I'm Rosé from Black pink!" The female red haired girl greeted shyly bowing to the camera.

*Clip; Performing abroad with members.

"Unnie- do you really have to go?" Whined Lisa as she stops the car door from closing as she looks at Rosé once again.

*Oh Lisa is Sad.*

"It's not gonna be that long?" Rosé chuckled on Lisa's reaction.

*It’s okay! It wont be that long!*

"Unnie~" Lisa whined once again as she looked at the red haired girl inside the car.

(Awe)

"Do you want to drop me off?"

*Transition; Interview Boo Seungkwan

"Honestly, with that much members do you think I can't handle more people in my life?" Seungkwan said towards the interviewer. Shaking his head on the thought.

*Oh He’s confident*

*Clip of future event.

“Guys wait! GUYS! GUYSSSSS!” Seungkwan screamed trying to get everyone’s attention as he stands outside the house.

*oh no* *what happened?*

< Roommates House >

*Everyone’s home for the next months*

[Wall Camera filming the door.]

"Oh- I'm the first one to arrive." Seungkwan shyly announced as he enters the empty house filled with Cameras.

"Woah-" as he left his luggage near the door as he enters the house. The excitement can already be seen as the camera follows him around. The sound of a dog barking echoed the room making Seungkwan jump on his place as a white Pomeranian dog run towards him.

Seungkwan looked at it in awe after catching his breath once he realize the situation. He looked at the dog before checking the tag that was hanging on his collar.

"Hello my name is Bol, your little company." Seungkwan read out loud the words written in the white paper, "So You're little Bol?" Seungkwan cooed.

*Clip of future event;

Bol resting on everyone’s lap. 

“That’s bad! Bol has a favorite!”

*Transition; Interview Kim Yeri

"Honestly all I wish is not to be the youngest one." Yeri said as she shook her head on the thought. "I wanna try playing around with someone younger too you know?"

*oh we all do*

< Outside of RV Dorm>

"Bye my little child." Irene said as she hugs the youngest of the group. "Please take care of your self and know that everything will be seen in camera."

*Irene is gonna miss little Yeri*

"Yes grandmother."

(Laughs) 

*Grandmother?*

*Transition; Interview Bang Chan

"I heard that Bambam-sunbaenim will be there. So I think I'll be fine." Said Chan as he smiled unsurely to the camera. Just praying for Jesus to take the wheel.

< Studio >

*He’s live and talking to his fans*

*How sweet~*

"So.. as you know, I'll be joining the show Roommates and I really hope you guys support this show and I don't know if I'm gonna do more of these one on one Vlive for the next months. But maybe, the other cast would like to join if from time to time. I'll do it."

*We’ll look forward for that~~*

[camera films Chan’ talking to a camera]

He giggles at the excitement and the thought of having new people to do the talks and things with in camera.

*Transition; Interview Shin Yeeun.

"I'm Actress Shin Yeeun. Hello everybody!" The female smiled shyly at the camera as she waves with both hands.

[Films entrance door.]

Yeeun entered the house with a bear the same size of her upper body. Hugging it tightly as she entered the place. The luggage rolls behind her as her manager helps her out.

*another member in the house!*

"Wah~ it's the same as in the show." She looked at the place. Amazed. She looked at the stairs and quickly climbed the  stairs to go check the seconds floor.

Knowing what she had seen in the show. She quickly moved over to the room with three bed claiming one as hers. Dropping her bag on one of the bed.

A sound of pans dropping echoed the quiet house making Yeeun's eyes grow big. Frightened.

Frozen frame of Yeeun. CGI Ice growing around her.

The camera catching her reaction clearly as she looks at her manager.

(Scary sound)

(Oooh)

*What was it?*

She quickly ran down the stairs to see what had happened to see no one. Until a body frame appeared from behind the kitchen counter.

Boo Seungkwan.

*Seungkwan has dropped the pans!*

"AHH!" Both her's and Seungkwan's scream echoed the empty ground floor as they look at each other. In shock.

(Laughs) 

*Oh no*

"Ah- Hello." The female shyly spoke as the screams quiet down. Leaving the sound director of the show, deaf.

"I wasn't scared at all! It's just.. It's just, suddenly a person appeared?" Seungkwan said worriedly to the camera as the interviewer brought up the scene that had just happened. Laughing at his reaction.

(laughs)

*Yeah sure.. you weren’t*

<Outside of Roommates house>

[Camera men holding up camera as they follow Lucas]

"Ah hyung can you help me take this?" Lucas said as his group's manager came up to him to help out take out a long material.

*what was it?* 

A life size cut out of him was pulled out of the van.

*!!!*

*What a shocker!*

"Do you really need this?" His manager asked in confusion. Lucas nodded diligently at the question.

(laughs)

Another car appeared on the scene as Lucas was taking out his things from the car. A female came out of the car.

(Oooh~)

You came out of the car with glittery make up still on, matching your group's comeback theme. Except your outfit was just a plain white shirt and a simple ripped jeans.

*look who just got back from work*

"Oh- Pretty woman." Lucas dropped his luggage to the cemented road as he came towards you to help you out. 

*What a gentleman*

(claps)

You walked to the car's trunk to take out your luggage as your manager turn off the car.

Lucas wiped the sweat on his hands on his jeans before walking towards you the camera man was following his every move. 

*he’s preparing*

Clearing his throat, he quickly offered his hand out for a handshake to the familiar girl.

"Hi ma'am I'm Lucas." Lucas' cheeks flushed a tint of red as he realized that he had just called you 'ma'am' randomly and out of nowhere.

*what is this? Romeo and Juliet?*

"Well hello sir." You played along to the reddening Lucas as you shake his hands in the air.

"Would you like some help?" Lucas asked as he motioned the opened trunk, pulling out a grey luggage out.

"Oh shut it Yukhei. Stop playing nice just take it." You laughed at Lucas which laughed as well as he pulls out the luggage with you helping out by pulling out using the side handle.

*Huh!?*

*Transition; Interview Y/n

"We're in the same company." You answered the question that the interviewer had thrown you to clear out the confusion the viewers might get. "We hang out a lot because we used to train together. We basically don't really treat each other nicely."

*Transition; Interview Lucas.

"Y/n is a bully." Was all Lucas could let out. Your ears hearing his words clearly and with no doubt. He really just said that in national television.

"Yah!" Your scream was heard in the interview Lucas was having, and the editors and directors didn't even bother to cut that scene out.

(Laughs)

<Roommate’s entrance door>

You two pressed the door bell and the two people who are still busy admiring the place looked at one another before coming to the intercom. The intercom’s camera catches the two of your faces and Seungkwan's jaw dropped.

*Transition; Interview Seungkwan.

"I knew him! He's from NCT." Seungkwan said, "Another runaway from too many members!" Seungkwan said as he pointed both his index finger to the camera chuckling as he winks with his left eye.

(laughs)

*Nct has 21 members while Seventeen has 13*

*That’s a lot*

*Transition; Interview Yeeun.

"I was petrified! Am I the only actress in this show? Is it full of singers?" A shocked Yeeun said to the camera as she looked at the interviewer. 

*Cheer up Yeeun, you’re gonna be alright.*

"But heck, Lucas is a hella good looking man."

*We do not disagree*

"So okay.. You have an NCT member and a Seventeen member." You started talking about Seungkwan and Lucas. "Do you know how chaotic it'll be if both group decides to VISIT US?! THAT’S GONNA BE A TOTAL CATASTROPHE!"

"This is literally unnecessary." You looked at him in disgust as you carry his life size cut out to the door. Of course Lucas would have a life cut of himself.

"Your comment is unnecessary thank you very much."

The two of you entered the familiar place you've seen in your television and walked in the house. Making sure to remove your shoes and wear a house slipper you bought specially for the house.

"Is that a dinosaur slippers?" You looked down at his feet to see its covered in a green dinosaur in door slippers.

*That’s a cute choice!*

"I didn't say anything about your panda slipper so you can stay quiet." The door opened and two shy people greeted the two of you. 

[Entrance door camera]

You and Lucas' faces softened to the unfamiliar air in the air. The feeling of being around new people you've never met or just have seen passing by you was different.

*Yes trapping random people in one house isn't that bad.*

"I got so shy, because I feel like I'm crashing into someone else's home. I should've come early!" You exclaimed, looking to the camera.

a couple of minutes later, Taehyung opened the door to find four people sitting on the couch quietly. After having small conversations with each other such as exchanging names and basic information such as ages. 

Four heads turn their heads towards the door and their eyes grew on the sight of the person.

*!!!*  

[Angle one; catching the reaction.]

Quickly standing up, the four of you bowed your head on the senior that had just entered in.

[Angle two; catching the reaction.]

*!!!*

Taehyung freezing at the point. Not knowing what to do. Taehyung started bowing as well. The four kids who stood up still not knowing what to do, bowed once again as the senior at the door bow at them. With them bowing again, making Taehyung bow again, and again, and again.

*its a never ending*

(laughs)

*Transition; Interview Taehyung.

"It was pretty stupid." Taehyung laughed as the scenario repeated in his head. Cracking a smile on the reaction everyone has given during the first meeting. "But I can relate because I used to be the same."

*Transition; Interview Lucas.

"It was Kim Taehyung!" Lucas exclaimed, "He's a senior!"

A bow after a bow was what happened to the five of them. Until Taehyung knew enough was enough to the five of them.

"Stop stop stop!" Taehyung laughed at the scenario that seems to fit a sitcom rather than a reality show. The four of them stopped what they were doing. Standing awkwardly in their place. Not knowing what to do.

"Do you guys.. perhaps want some food?" Yeeun asked trying to break the silence that was growing in the place. Even the people behind cameras can feel the awkward tension in the air.

"Can I check out the rooms?" Taehyung asked and Lucas' eyes lit up to Taehyung's reaction.

"You want to check it too? I haven't seen any of them." Lucas said. Not really familiar of the place as he has not seen the show as it is. Only clips such as Jackson and Youngji bickering around the place from the previous season. Which he knows it'll be you and him in this season.

"So what are you making?" You asked Yeeun who opened the fridge. Your jaw dropped open at the sight of the fridge being full and everything you will need to feed eleven people. The same reaction Seungkwan had during his first tour in the house alone.

"This never happen in the dorm?" You said as you move closer to the full fridge with different varieties of food available. Yeeun looked at you and to Seungkwan who laughed at the confused as he leaned on the kitchen island.

"I have twelve members once the fridge is full its gone by midnight." Seungkwan said as the two look at him in amusement.

The first five people seem to be getting alone in their first hour together.

[moonlit-jeno]

helllppp meee. my boyfriend's ex girlfriend replied to my story when i posted something abt nct and idk how to respond she was like "i didn't know u liked nct" i didn't know she was an nctzen, i mean we ain't friends but like she was a year older than me and like she is super pretty im kinda terrified of her. but sh'e super nice idk why my bf hates her sm, he literally fat shamed her before (that was in like middle sch to freshman year he isn't an ass anymore) but should/ how should i respond?

its the anon who's bf's ex replied to my story . ik i may seem intimidated abt my bf's ex but like she's just so gorgeous and like honestly i would date her if i were a dude. tro get a gist of her appearance she literally looks like a mix of Irene from red velvet, a little bit of yoona from snsd AND YUTA (kind of im not kidding she has that gaze). yeah she's that pretty and she is so sought after. she's half korean and half taiwanese (we're in an international sch). maybe i'm just insecure :( hi. its me again the anon who's ex replied to my story . i forgot to mention she was in korea forvacation and SM FUCKING SCOUTED HER(she rejected it cause she apparently doesn't want "be under a shitty company who makes a 17 year old think their first concert is their last"). my classmate (who stans nct and is really close with her) told me. she's really humble and nice but idk would my ex want her back?? she honestly glowed up so much after the break up with my bf tho like damnnn im gay hahaha

hi hun!! i think you might be overthinking it, maybe just reply and be friendly. she messaged you to talk about nct, not about your bf or anything. she probably doesn’t have bad intentions or anything, and your bf might not have a reason that he hates her, it’s probs just bc they broke up. and your bf is with you rn, not her, so i doubt he wants her back. unless he mentions something about her that might imply it

[squishykpoptummies]

When in San Francisco...

a/n: k y’all here it is. so like i was watching the nct hit the states thing and the taeyong x SF one had me lowkey shook he was eating the throughout entire goddamn video i’m. so this happened.  also this is my first fic on here for nct so. yay? lmao. also note: things said in italics are english

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The best part about San Francisco, Taeyong soon decided, was the food.

 As soon as they set foot in California, it became Taeyong’s mission to find an In ‘N’ Out. It was certainly easier than anticipated, with one right down the street from their hotel. He managed to sneak away before he was set to film his Hit the States segment with Doyoung, snagging whoever was interested (Jungwoo and Donghyuck) along with him.

 The three of them thoroughly enjoyed their burgers and shakes, moaning about how good it was every other bite. They all might have overdone it, just a little: Donghyuck unbuttoning his jeans so he could have a third burger, Jungwoo imbibing more French fries than seemed humanly possible, and Taeyong’s own pants feeling a bit snug around his middle by the time they were done.

 Taeyong was momentarily very jealous of Jungwoo and Donghyuck, who had nothing to do for the next few hours but fall into food comas while Taeyong had to walk around San Francisco, but he figured it was better he do it than either of the other two, with Jungwoo practically falling asleep standing up and Donghyuck clutching his belly and whining very loudly when Taeyong refused to get an Uber back to the hotel that was literally just at the end of the block, Hyuck.

 He barely had time to drop Jungwoo and Donghyuck off at their rooms before he was whisked away for hair and wardrobe. The stylist frowned a bit when the pants Taeyong was supposed to wear barely closed over his bloated tummy.

 “Taeyong-ah, what happened?” she asked.

 Taeyong shrugged. “San Francisco has really good food.”

 She sighed. “Let’s try a different pair.”

 The next pair felt a lot better, though he protested against the belt, and was promptly overruled. By the time they finally left to film, the bloating seemed to have gone down some, and Taeyong no longer felt like he was about to burst.

 But the first thing that caught his eye when they got to the boardwalk was, “Ice cream!” he pointed excitedly. “Let’s get some now.” He was already fantasizing about what he would get. Definitely something with chocolate in it. Maybe hot fudge. A waffle cone.

 “No, no,” Doyoung said flippantly.

 “Waffle and ice cream,” Taeyong said. He hadn’t really intended for that to be out loud, but it sounded delicious and he hoped Doyoung would agree.

 “No,” Doyoung said again. “We should eat real food first. A meal.”

 Taeyong gazed longingly back at the ice cream stand as Doyoung steered them away from it. He then caught Doyoung’s eye and gave him the biggest puppy-dog eyes and pout he could muster.

 Doyoung sighed. “We can go later,” he conceded. Taeyong was definitely going to hold him to that.

 After flitting through a couple stores, gaping at their beautiful surroundings, and buying a few things along the way, Taeyong zeroed in on a chocolate shop. He practically skipped over, Doyoung trailing behind, complaining how he didn’t like chocolate, which was total bullshit; he just liked being difficult.

 His mouth dropped open as soon as he stepped inside. He wanted to try everything. He couldn’t obviously: Doyoung couldn’t afford it, and management wouldn’t allow it. But he got away with a nice little assortment of treats, starting in on them as soon as they got back outside. He wheedled Doyoung into giving him some of his, because since Doyoung purportedly hated chocolate he’d definitely need help finishing it, and Taeyong would be more than happy to offer his assistance.

 He idly ate his way through the bag as they continued shopping and sightseeing. He stole more of Doyoung’s candy while the other was distracted by the seals.

 Taeyong frowned when he went for another piece of chocolate only to be met with his fingers brushing the bottom of the empty bag. “Doyoung-ah, I’m out,” he said as he snaked his arm towards Doyoung’s bag.

 Doyoung swatted his hand away. “Stop stealing my candy,” he said. “There’s not gonna be any left for me.”

 Taeyong pouted, but Doyoung just rolled his eyes.

 “You need to save room for lunch, anyway.”

 “We should have ice cream for lunch.”

 “We’re getting clam chowder.”

 The chowder bread bowls were, admittedly, amazing. The soup was rich, the bread was fluffy, and it made Taeyong feel very warm and comfortable. It also settled heavily in his stomach, bloating out even further than it had earlier. It would be very nice if he could unbutton his pants, but he knew that if he did, he’d never be able to get them closed again. Instead, he adjusted the waistband to that it settled under the curve of his tummy, rearranging his flannel to try to hide it some.

 Doyoung noticed his situation, because of course he would. He smirked. “Still want that ice cream?”

 Taeyong smirked right back. “Definitely.”

 Management vetoed the ice cream. They’d already had enough sweets, was their reasoning. Taeyong petulantly argued back, Doyoung hiding his face in his hands, ears tinted pink in embarrassment.

 They compromised on fruit.

 The cherries were very good, but they would have been better on ice cream. But they were sweet, easy to pop into his mouth as they meandered around the farmer’s market. And they filled him up way more than he’d expected.

 By now, his overindulgence was fairly visible, round tummy sticking out from his lean frame, pushing against his shirt, flannel only accentuating it at this point. Management saw this, and quickly decided that filming was done for the day, which was perfectly fine with Taeyong, because now he could get his ice cream.

 Their manager sighed and Doyoung rolled his eyes when he announced this.

 “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” their manager asked, eyes trained on Taeyong’s tummy.

 “Yes,” Taeyong replied. “Doyoung-ah, can I have some money?”

 “No.”

 “Hmm, I wonder what would happen if I ordered but couldn’t pay…”

 “Hyung. Please.”

 He started walking to the stand.

 “Taeyong-ah, get back here!”

 Taeyong had no idea where this surge of defiance came from, but he ignored the callings of his manager and kept walking. He was gonna get his goddamn ice cream if it was the last thing he ever did. And it very well might be, if the murderous tone in their manager’s voice was any indication.

 “Good afternoon!” the girl behind the counter greeted in English.

 “Ah, hello,” he replied.

 “Do you know what you’d like to order?”

 Taeyong was in awe of the plethora of flavours available. It was definitely a bit overwhelming. He hummed. “What is… most favourite?” he asked clumsily.

 The girl, an absolute sweetheart, took his broken English in stride, no scrunched eyebrows or double takes, just another person trying to buy some ice cream. “Well, the salted caramel is pretty popular, but my favourite it the mocha chip.” She smiled.

 Wow, those were a lot of words Taeyong didn’t know.

 The girl might have sensed this, because she quickly asked, “Would you like to try them?”

 “Try taste?”

 She nodded.

 “Okay, yes please.”

 As she was turned away, preparing his taster spoons, Doyoung sidled up to Taeyong.

 “Manager-hyung is going to kill you,” Doyoung said under his breath.

 “Do you want some, too?” Taeyong asked him, totally ignoring the threat.

 Doyoung let out a long-suffering sigh. “Might as well, if we’re going to die anyway.”

 The girl turned back, handed Taeyong two spoons, and smiled at Doyoung. “Would you like to try something, too?”

 “Buy?”

 “Only if you’re ready.”

 “No, she wants to know if you wanna taste anything,” Taeyong explained in Korean, holding up his tiny spoons.

 “Ohh.” He then pointed at a bright blue ice cream. “Blueberry?” he asked. There was no way that was blueberry.

 “Cotton candy,” the girl replied.

 “Cotton candy? Clothes candy, hyung what is that?”

 Taeyong shrugged, just as clueless as Doyoung, but thoroughly enjoying watching this play out, happily sucking the ice cream from the spoons. (Both flavours were amazing. He was going to get them both.)

 “Um, can I try cotton candy?”

 Taeyong and Doyoung both stared at the mysterious, electric blue ice cream as the spoon was handed over. Doyoung gave it a cautious lick, and his face brightened instantly. “Cotton candy!” he exclaimed in Korean. “It’s pretty good.”

 “Let me try.” Before Doyoung had time to protest, Taeyong leant over and ate the remaining ice cream from the spoon. It was cloyingly sweet, not something Taeyong would want a whole serving of, but tasty nonetheless.

 “Can I have a cup of cotton candy? Small, please.”

 “Coming right up. Are you ready to order?” she asked Taeyong.

 “Yes. I like the two.” He held up his taster spoons to hopefully get his message across, because that’s definitely not how you say it in English. “Can I have the two?”

 “Both flavours,” Doyoung helped explain.

 Taeyong nodded in agreement. “Large, please,” he added.

 “Do you really think you should be getting a large?” Doyoung asked quietly.

 Taeyong put a hand on his stomach, patted it lightly. “I can handle it.”

 A large turned out to be, well, large. But Taeyong was determined. His pride depended on this now. Taeyong drew his now regular sized spoon through both flavours as Doyoung paid, and wow they tasted good together. Taeyong eagerly dug in.

 After taking way more napkins than necessary, Doyoung led them back towards the crew. When they were about fifteen feet away, the girl called out to them, “Good luck with your tour!”

 Taeyong almost choked on the huge bite of ice cream he’d just scooped into his mouth. She knew who they were! All this time! He quickly swallowed, turned over his shoulder and beamed at her. “Thank you! Ahh, brainfreeze!” He clapped a hand to his forehead and screwed his eyes up. Doyoung, who’d been waving to the girl, laughed at him.

 Surprisingly, they didn’t get into much trouble. It seemed as though they thought Taeyong, who was now slumped on the bench he’d made them stop at so he could finish his ice cream and cradling his overstuffed tummy, had been punished enough just by doing this to himself.

 Now, he couldn’t say it aloud, but Taeyong would hardly call this a punishment. He felt amazing. A tad uncomfortable, but still amazing. He also noted with a smug satisfaction that Doyoung, slouched and sulking beside him, was nursing his own over-filled belly.

 “This is all your fault,” Doyoung groaned.

 “You can’t say you didn’t enjoy it at least a little bit?” Taeyong teased.

 “I hate you.”

 “Hashtag worth it.”

 “Please never say that again.”

 --

 Johnny was waiting for them when they got back to the hotel. His eyes raked over Taeyong’s appearance, Doyoung scowling beside him. “Productive day?”

 “Your boyfriend tried to kill me.”

 “Business as usual, then.”

 Doyoung rolled his eyes. “I’m going to my room and I’m not coming out until tomorrow, no one is allowed in, and hyung,” he turned to Johnny. “I probably don’t need to tell you twice, but please get Taeyong out of those clothes before he explodes and dies.” And with that, he shuffled off to his room; Taeyong distinctly heard the lock being slid into place.

 “Well, you heard the man,” Johnny said, smiling a little, as he helped Taeyong waddle back to their own room, hand on the small of his back.

 “Doyoung really wasn’t kidding, was he?” Johnny cocked his head to the side as he watched Taeyong struggling to shuck off his jeans. He’d taken the belt off during the van ride back, as well as untucking his shirt, currently rucked up so he could get better access to his pants button, which he had not been allowed to undo.

 Taeyong whined. The waistband was tight against his stretched skin, button all but refusing to move, and he was in an awkward position and it hurt his tummy and Johnny just standing there laughing at him wasn’t helping.

 “Need some help?”

 “Yes please.”

 Johnny’s large hands ghosted over his stomach and gently worked the button free within seconds. Taeyong let out a sigh—he could breathe now!—and flopped backwards onto the bed. Johnny, an absolute angel, began working the jeans off his hips.

 “Taeyong-ah,” Johnny said a while later, folding up the jeans he’d finally managed to get Taeyong out of, “what have you been doing?”

 “What do you mean?” Taeyong asked, stretching out on the bed, immensely enjoying his freedom from the suffocating pants.

 “You know exactly what I’m talking about. Don’t think I missed the state Hyuckie and Jungwoo were in when they came back. You’ve taken out a third of our members at this point.”

 Taeyong shrugged. “Not my fault.”

 “Uh-huh.”

 “It’s the food! The food is really good.”

 “I can tell,” Johnny smirked, eyes on Taeyong’s tummy, sitting on the bed next to the other boy. “You’ve just been eating all day, haven’t you?” He traced a circle over Taeyong’s tummy, and Taeyong shivered. “Does that feel good?”

 “Really good.”

 “Does my baby boy need a tummy rub?”

 Taeyong nodded.

 Johnny chuckled, and kissed the pout off Taeyong’s lips. He brought his hand back to Taeyong’s belly, ran his fingers over the indents made by too-tight clothing. He cupped the bottom of it, and then lay his hand to rest right over Taeyong’s belly button.

 “Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?” Johnny whispered.

 “Excuse me?”

 “We should start thinking of some names.”

 Taeyong spluttered. “I’m – wha—Johnny!”

 “Personally I’ve always liked Natalie.”

 It was then that Jaehyun walked in. Taeyong froze and looked at the boy in the doorway with wide eyes, but Johnny continued to swipe his thumb over the crest of Taeyong’s belly.

 Jaehyun slowly shut the door behind him. “Am I interrupting?”

 “Nah, we’re just trying to come up with names for Taeyong’s baby.” Johnny gently gave Taeyong’s tummy a few pats. Taeyong groaned.

 “Ooh, fun,” Jaehyun said, wasting no time in joining them on the bed, sandwiching Taeyong in the middle. “How far along is he?”

 “Hmm, looks to be about five months.”

 “Guuuuys,” Taeyong whined.

 “He was even waddling earlier.”

 Jaehyun cooed. Taeyong huffed.

 But, he couldn’t complain too much. He had two loving boyfriends, he was full and content and happy, and he wouldn’t change anything for the world.

[tuyetthienduong]

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Masterlist ART

Fanart

Kpop:

Nct

- DNYL

Bts

- Spring day

- Euphoria : Jungkook

- Euphoria : OT7

- Euphoria : Jimin

- jungkook - billie eilish dance (sketch)

- into you: Yoongi (video edit)

- Taehyung smile (edit)

Stray kids

- District 9

Ateez

- Wave : Yunho

- Todoroki: Yeosang (Edit)

movie

star wars

- star wars: tros ‘exogol’

Video games:

Kingdom Hearts:

- vanitas - sora (edit)

- sora - vanitas (edit)

- yozora (sketch)

comic

19 days

- he tian

Other Art

- yellow boy

- pastel boy

- OC & pocoyo

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jskdhs I just watched TROS and damnn I hear no diff 🤣

[gohyuck]

ajsjsj online orientation doesn’t sound as fun as irl but i’m glad ur making the best of it!! and i’m sure ur going to find great friends and fit right into ur department (or stand out cus ur probs THAT amazing :*) and haksjs jaemin as a pediatric surgeon has my whole heart,, honestly i love kids sm too ugh i want the dreamies to go on tros so badly :( BUT AT LEAST WE HAVE NCT LIFE!! i rly like chill r&b or just anything that i can vibe to!! i can’t wait for ot7 dream either (1/) -😔

and HAKSJS ok yeth jiceps r here!! however he is still a baby. i feel like i could knock him over by poking him istfg and he’s a whole.. like 8 inches taller than me 💀 bb has muscles but he can’t do much w it LOL he’s like lucas!! theyre such lanky noodles omg,, also i read ur post about respecting idols and i 100% agree, ppl seriously overstep their boundaries and forget that even as idols they’re human beings who deserve respect! (2/) - 💌

p.s. I FINISHED THE STORY and lemme tell u there is a hole in my heart that’ll probs never be fixed 😭😭 ur writing is too good -💌

kdjsflkdsf thank youuu!! i’ve been talking to a decent group of new people for a few months now because of facebook/groupme but i’m hoping to meet even more people when i get on campus lol... hopefully i’ll do okay in my department i’m lowkey worried about keeping my gpa up aaaa but YES dream on TROS would kill me esp jaemin & hyuck because imo theyre the best with kids?? jaemin’s just a kid friendly person and hyuck’s the oldest of 4 so he knows how to talk to younger people but YES im super excited for the nct life episode tbh i cannot wait for jaemin to have his first real nct life!! 

and uhhh chill r&b.. it isn’t r&b but carousel by aries is good, um i’ve been bumping bodyache by purity ring recently because its just really good, belong to you by sabrina claudio is also good, angelina by wiinston, dead balloons by blackbear, no shame by eric nam, dizzy by renzo 

i think lucas knows how to FIGHT he’s just too busy being laidback to actually throw punches,,, jisung talks big about the rooftop fistfight but he too wouldn’t hurt a fly (probably) and YES oh my god i’ve seen so many people disrespecting idols for NO reason as if they forget that idols are actual human beings too :// 

and thank you for reading lkdfjklfd i’m sorry about the hole in your heart!! but i’m glad you liked it you’re so sweet ilysm