No Thoughts, Just Jaemin In A White T-shirt And Grey Sweats

request: smth along the lines of the neos admiring mark’s baby (i’m still so sorry about deleting it hdhdhdhhd)

[1:59 pm]

“Look who finally decided to show up. If it isn’t Mark Lee after— omo is that my favorite niece?!”

Yuta’s eyes lit up upon seeing the toddler in dad!mark’s arms. He rushed forward quickly to pluck her out of her father’s arms, drawing a giggle from her as he spun her around. The other members shuffled closer in excitement, each greeting the girl in their own way. They complimented her perfectly parted pigtails and adorable checkered dress, which must’ve been her mother’s doing. Her contagious smile never faltered.

“Wait give her to me for a moment,” requested Mark, opening his arms for her.

Haechan frowned. “Baby hog,” he muttered under his breath, but handed her over nonetheless.

Mark grinned and held her close. “Watch this.”

With that, he set his 11 month old daughter on the ground and she watched him with curious, unbothered eyes, her fingers in her mouth nonchalantly. As he let go of her, she swayed slightly, barely accustomed to standing on her own. The other members surged forward, ready to catch the unstable girl but Mark waved them away.

“Trust me. Just watch.”

He crouched down to match her height and cooed at her. “Okay, come to me now kiddo. You can do it!” he coaxed.

Beside him, Doyoung scrunched his nose in distaste. “Kiddo? Since when did you become my uncle?”

Johnny nudged him harshly. “Shut up. Look at her!” he pointed at the girl who was hesitantly lifting a foot.

Her unsure gaze turned to Mark who had a reassuring smile. “That’s it baby. Look at you go!”

Encourage by this, she picked up the pace and took another step. However, the infant miscalculated the landing and took a step too wide, resulting her to topple over. Mark was quick to react and had her back in his arms before you could say ‘boo.’

“She walks now?” Taeil asked quietly, a hint of pride in his voice.

“We’re working on it, but she’s doing good so far. Right cutie?” murmured Mark, beaming and softly kissing her cheek.

Yuta snatched her from her father for the second time that day and held her up proudly. “You’re so old now! What are we going to do with you?”

ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: if we were in a drama | pjs

summary | as always, you and your friend, jisung, plan a sleepover to begin a new drama together. and, as always, you have to pause halfway through the second episode so you can go through your new-drama-ritual.

genre | park jisung x reader, friends-but-not-friends in the romantic way, fluff

wc | 1.1k

a/n: rn i’m really into the whole you’re more than friends but not dating trope…also does anyone else do this when they watch dramas

GIVEN THE OPPORTUNITY, you were sure Jisung would kill you right now. He would rip your phone out of your hands, throw it against the wall, and push you off his seventh-story balcony.

“Googling it spoils it for me too, you know!” he exclaimed, reaching for your phone as best he could. You jerked your hand back, rolling over onto your stomach and half-dangling off the bed. With a sigh, he gave up on his conquest, but that didn’t cease his complaining. “I mean, come on, who googles the first-kiss episode every single time they watch a drama?”

“Me, I do,” you said, frantically typing ‘when do they kiss’ into the search bar, followed by the name of the drama. Instantly, several YouTube videos and articles popped up, each with ‘kiss scene’ in the title. “Aha! Episode—”

“Shut up!” Jisung exclaimed, wrapping his arms around your waist. With a tug, you were sitting up on the bed again, pressed up against his chest. You mumbled a string of incoherencies, wrenching yourself from his grasp and turning to face him.

“I don’t see your issue. I mean, it’s not like the kiss episode spoils the plot or anything, so why lose your mind? It’s setting a precedent, a goal to achieve before we stop watching and go to bed,” you argued, frowning. He gave you an unimpressed look, rolling his eyes. You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Plus, the timing of the kiss scene is important. I mean, nobody wants to see one two episodes in, but nobody wants to wait for ten episodes. Right?”

“Right, okay, but wouldn’t you rather be surprised?”

“No, because I’ll be disappointed when the perfect-kiss-threshold passes and no kissing has happened yet. I need to know if this’ll be worth my time.”

“Oh yeah? When’s the perfect-kiss-threshold?”

“End of episode six to episode eight, obviously. Any earlier and things are no fun, and any later and things are boring,” you replied, talking as if this was some sort of scholarly information and that everybody should know your opinions on the pacing of dramas.

Jisung stared at you for a moment, a small smile forming on his face. His cheeks began to tinge a red color, and his ears were bright red, but that didn’t stop him from reaching for his goal.

“So, if we were in a drama, when would our kiss scene be?”

Ignoring the implications of the question, mostly for the sake of avoiding melting into a puddle of lovey-dovey-ness, you took it more seriously and genuinely contemplated it.

“Well, assuming you’d ever measure up to be the main male lead,” you mused, tapping your chin a couple of times. “I think we’d pass the threshold. God, we probably wouldn’t kiss until, like, eleven or twelve. We’d have a terribly boring drama.”

Jisung seemed appalled at your answer, maybe even a bit offended. “Seriously? What gives you that impression?”

Before you could stop yourself, you answered, “I mean, look at our relationship now.”

“What about it?”

“Are you kidding me? We’ve done just about every couple thing other than kiss. We go grocery shopping together, we hold hands whenever we walk anywhere together, we watch dramas and cuddle up together for hours at a time. We’d be the drama couple that goes fast but doesn’t want to admit it. The type to act like a married couple before we even called each other boyfriend and girlfriend.”

God, you wished you could keep your mouth shut. The moment you finished your tangent, you could feel your cheeks burning up, and you could see Jisung blushing even worse than before. He reached up and scratched his neck as if he was unsure how to respond to your slightly-too-real analysis of your relationship.

He shuffled around on the bed, returning to his position under the covers with his back against pillows propped up by the headboard. You stared at him for a second, loathing the silence between you before you did the same, feeling a sudden awkwardness with being near him.

“I mean, did you want to be boyfriend and girlfriend? Because, like, I’m not opposed, but…”

“I dunno, it’s kinda fun just being us, labelless and happy. Right? A couple of friends, pretending like they do normal friend things on a daily basis.”

Jisung slung an arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. You leaned your head on his shoulder, cuddling up against his side and feeling comfortable in his warmth. “I mean, a kiss carries a lot of meaning. A lot of commitment.”

“No, you’re right. We’d have to be, like, really sure if we were gonna go that far,” Jisung agreed, flinching slightly when you wrapped your hands around his waist. There was something nice about not being in a relationship but still being romantically involved with one another. Especially since you were tied up in the same friend group and would be teased to high heaven if things became official.

It made you happy, being with him and living in the moment. Never rushing, never going too fast, just being wrapped up in your togetherness.

“I think we’d make a bad drama,” you finally said, focusing on the soft-yet-nervous pattern of Jisung’s breathing. “It’d be too indecisive and slow.”

“Yeah, I think so too,” he agreed, picking up the remote that he’d put down on his bedside table. “So, what episode do they kiss?”

“Seven. Right in the middle of the threshold,” you said, a deep sense of satisfaction pooling in your stomach. You could’ve giggled out of happiness for your current situation if you were brave enough. “I think we could make it by three in the morning if we played our cards right. It’s, what, 10? Yeah, three in the morning.”

“Is that factoring in differing episode lengths?”

“No, just rough estimates.”

“Well, let’s promise that we’ll go to sleep at three,” he suggested, leaning his head atop your own. “And we’ll forget about this ever happening. Deal?”

“Absolute deal.”

Jisung pressed play on the episode, but you weren’t lost on him turning his head ever-so-slightly, planting a small kiss on your forehead to signify just a little bit of commitment. To plant a little hope that, one day, you’ll reach your episode twelve and take the full leap. But, for now, you’d watch your drama and be happy as “friends.”

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💌 . . . first kisses ! with dream

genre. fluff, tiny angst ! pairings. dream × gn! reader ! tw. mentions of food and a high jaemin ! a/n. this has been sitting in my draft forever now.

MARK

Mark softly hummed to the music that echoed from the radio, eyebrows knitted together as he passionately sung. The bedsheet underneath you crumbles as you shift to get a better look at your boyfriend. He stopped, sensing your eyes on him, and turned around to look at you. You giggled, looking at his dumbstruck face.

“What? Am I not good at singing?” he asked, adorably tilting his head. Big doe eyes looking at you in confusion.

“Who? The great Mark Lee, bad at singing?” he giggled at your indirect compliment. “I am not that good at singing, actually,” he rubbed his nape as he tried to find words, distracted by how close you were.

“Y’know, the characters in a movie would’ve kissed in a situation like this,” he mumbled without a second thought, instantly regretting it.

“well then, kiss me” “what?”

“Kiss me.” you pout your lips, inching your face closer towards him. He mumbled a ‘cute’ and placed his lips on yours. Bringing his hand to your cheeks, he slowly caressed the muscle as soft, plump lips melted into yours. The warmth in your chest grew, spreading to your whole body. Breaking the kiss, he pressed his forehead against yours and smiled gleefully before letting a small giggle.

RENJUN

Renjun was looking at you, memorising your features. You could tell he was having a hard time. “What is it renren?” “uh? Nothing.” he dismissed you, trying to get a closer look at your lips. He looked back at the canvas he was drawing on and sighed, erasing something and going back to looking at your lips. 

“Are you drawing me?” You asked, amused. You sat beside him, wanting to look at the drawing, but he hid the canvas, “No, I’m not drawing you, I just wanted to take a look at your lips to get an idea about drawing them.” He stated, defending himself.

You nodded and moved away from him, wanting to give him space. He panicked, thinking that you were upset, “Hey, Hey, If you move away, how can I look at them properly?” You mumbled a quick ‘sorry’ and moved closer to him. “You can kiss me to get a proper idea.” You suggested to Renjun, who looked flustered at your proposal. Taking his hands in yours, you leaned in only to bump your noses. 

He chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He tilted his head and told you to try again. A sigh left him as your lips finally made contact. His lips moved slowly against yours, trying to memorise them. You tasted the strawberry he was eating earlier, sour yet sweet. It tingled your lips. He pulled back, and the ghost of the kiss lingered on your lips. And, now strawberries remind you of him.

JENO

You watch your boyfriend as he plays games on his phone, admiring the way his muscles tensed whenever he got close to losing and the way he pouted his lips in concentration. God, you wanted to kiss those lips.

“Jeno, gimme a kisss!” you whine, grabbing his attention. He spares you a single glance before going back to playing.

“Babe, please wait. I’ll finish this round, and I'm all yours.” he said, tapping on the phone aggressively.

“You said that last time.” you whine again, louder this time. He sighs in defeat.

“Fine, c’mere.” you gladly scooted closer to him, pushing your face in front of his. He didn’t take his eyes off his phone as he leaned closer towards you. Eyes still glued to his phone, he pecks your lips. He finally looks at you, wide-eyed, lips still connected to yours. He reads your face, searching for any sign of discomfort. You chuckle at his reaction.

He falls on top of you, hiding his face in your chest while you struggle to breathe. “Jeno, move. I can’t breathe.” he shifts his weight to his side, still clinging to you. “I’m dead from pure bliss, and a kiss is required to be resurrected.” “What are you? Snow white?” “I'm Your snow white.”

HAECHAN

Like any other day, Haechan was messing around, trying to anger you. The satisfaction he gets from annoying people is incomparable. “Haechan, you snob!”You scolded your boyfriend, who smeared ice cream on you rather than feeding you. You tried to sound as annoyed as possible, but the smile on your face gave it away. 

“That’s what you get for being greedy.” He stated. “I just asked for a bite of yours!” “You have ice cream yourself!” Fighting with him is rather pointless. He’ll win anyway. You let out a huff and looked at your half-melted ice cream, sadly staring back at you.  

Looking at your long face, he decided to have some mercy on you. “Here, have mine.” He casually said, placing the ice cream near your lips. You smiled and eagerly leaned in to take a bite, only for him to smear on you yet again. He laughed victoriously, looking at your face. You lifted your hand to wipe it off before he stopped you, moving closer to you. 

“What do you want?” You said, rather annoyed at him. He didn’t react and lifted your chin, his thumb barely brushing below your ice cream smeared lower lip. Shifting his gaze from your lips, he looked into your eyes as if asking permission.       

You closed your eyes and felt his lips on yours. His lips were cold and comforting on a hot, sunny day. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer, letting yourself relax in his arms. Haechan carefully embraced your lips with his, with a certainty that there would be a thousand more kisses. He intertwined his fingers with yours, the ice cream, long forgotten now. Maybe, there is something comparable to the satisfaction he gets from annoying people.

JAEMIN

The loud music filled the living room, now transformed into a dance room as Jaemin danced. He moved effortlessly with grace, as if the music travelled through his veins. It was a sight to see, the passion in his eyes, the lithe movement of his body, the way he messily lip-synced to the booming music. Jaemin managed to look like an artwork so easily. 

You were mesmerised by him. You watched his every movement with keen eyes. Jaemin noticed it, a smile making its way onto his face as he stopped his movement altogether. “Don’t stare too hard, your eyes might pop out.” He joked, making you cover your face. “Oh, c’mon, don’t be embarrassed now. Why don’t you join me?” He was dragging you before you could even answer. 

Placing his hands on your waist, he spun you around. You can feel the sugar rush he was having from the amount of coffee he had drunk. You told him to slow down, but, right after, he toppled on top of you. You didn’t feel any pain from hitting the ground because you were too concentrated on how close he was. “Hi,” You said to distract yourself. “Hi,” he replied, catching your nervous tone. He smiled. He rested his forehead against yours and relaxed a bit. 

“Can I?” he asked, shifting his gaze towards your lips. You nodded and closed your eyes as you felt his soft, warm lips on yours. Tilting your head to the side, you combed his locks. His lips moved softly against yours despite his high state. He broke the kiss and pulled back enough to let you both breathe. Chuckling, he looked at your blissed-out expression. “Hmm, your lips taste better than coffee.”

CHENLE

All you wanted to do now was rest between your boyfriend's arms as he sings you to sleep. It’s just not the best day, and even though you had done your best, you felt that it wasn’t good enough. That you weren’t good enough because that’s what the people around had taught you. And you just missed Chenle badly. 

Reaching home, you unlocked the door and immediately searched for your lover, finding him petting Daegal on the couch. Greeting you, he smiled. His soft smile was enough to make you break down, but you managed to keep your tears at bay. But Chenle knew you, and he knew something wasn’t right. Putting Daegal down, he walked towards you with concerned eyes, “Baby, is everything all right?” 

That was your last straw. You pulled him into a hug, sobbing into his chest. Rubbing your back, he helped you to vent out your feelings. “I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you with my worries,” you said, wiping a stray tear. Chenle sighed, “Hey, you aren’t disturbing me. That’s why I’m here, aren’t I? To listen to your worries and wipe your tears away, hmm?” interlacing your hands together, he reassured you. He nuzzled your noses. You smiled, thankful to have him by your side.

He rested his forehead on yours, and you were sure that you both had the same thought in mind. Tilting your head, you gave him permission. His lips landed on yours the moment you said it. Rocking you slowly in his arms, he combed your hair with his fingers. Time had slowed, and there was nothing in this world other than you both. You knew that you’d cherish this moment forever, the moment when you knew Chenle was your home.

JISUNG

Stargazing on the rooftop with your boyfriend of three months, huddled under the blankets with you. Can’t get any better, right? 

It’s safe to say that Jisung was still shy in the relationship, and you often had to initiate things. Not that you were complaining. How could someone complain about his heated cheeks and shy eyes whenever he received the tiniest affections. It was adorable. He was adorable. 

The moonlight shone on him, highlighting his features. He truly looked like an angel. Shifting closer to him, you rested your head on his shoulder. He glanced at you for a second and smiled, his cheeks heating up instantly. “You look pretty,” you complimented him, hearing his heartbeat pace up in the quiet night. “Huh? Oh, thank you.” He said, rubbing his nape shyly, an action you had come to adore. 

Raising your hand, you placed them on his cheeks, pinching them. “You are really adorable,” He grinned cheekily at you. You let your hand stay there as your thumb caressed them softly. You couldn’t help but let your gaze wander to his lips. They looked welcoming, to say the least. Soft, pink lips that you can’t help but dream about. As you let your thoughts wander, Jisung noticed your gaze on his lips and unconsciously leaned towards you. 

You placed your other hand on his back, and he placed his on your hips as your lips softly connected in the purest form possible. You pulled back, only to kiss him again. Jisung made you feel giddy and at home at the same time. The night did get better. 

“Wait, will you get pregnant?”

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pairing: lee taeyong x female!reader genre: short story, angst warnings: slightly suggestive content, expletive language word count:  12.5k summary: after returning to your hometown to attend your brother’s wedding, you’re reacquainted with a past you thought you’d long distanced yourself from.

i. old friend

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genre: friends with benefits!au ⎮ angst

group & member: NCT’s Taeyong

word count: 5.5k

a/n: partly inspired by the fic title ask game where I had provided a snippet of a fwb!au.

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