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can you imagine the car ride home from the last dream show… 

probably full of laughter and more dumb jokes until they pass the familiar streets that signify pretty much half way to the dorms, then it gets super quiet.

partially because everyone’s tired but mostly because it’s the end; the last time anything like this will ever happen. and it’s weird because they’ve already cried on stage, probably cried a little bit more backstage, but weird because.. they kind of want to cry more. 

there’s probably some secret glances to their former leader, but marks not crying, he looks fine. the apples of his cheeks still high in a sweet smile. a bittersweet smile. then an emptiness in the pit of their stomachs at the thought of having no one to look to, no more of these automatic glances for help at mark.

this realisation being kind of funny actually, because now they have to turn to renjun or jeno, and even saying that out loud sounds like a dumb (as in ridiculously funny dumb) idea. both the oldest probably think it’s so dumb for silly little reasons. but never say out loud that it’s because they don’t really feel ready yet. plus, how could they ever fill in marks shoes? a concerning question blinking in the back of their minds for a while now

donghyuck knows he’ll see mark the most after this, but he doesn’t care because it’s not the same, not that it feels wrong, but rather so different. and not particularly a good kind of different. jaemin probably doesn’t like the thought of no longer giving mark the love he pretends to hate, the love that he knows mark secretly finds endearing but most importantly secretly needs. chenle knows that he’s not losing family, but it definitely feels like it. he probably tries his best for it not to show, because hey, he’s still got five more brothers, right? jisung is worried more than anything, because this is only the start for him. he wonders whether it’s going to hurt this much, every time he watches one of his older brothers leave

“hey kids,” mark tries to laugh a little, “why is it so quiet?” 

it’s cute when they all turn to look at him like puppies, but also funny because mark genuinely thinks that’s the first time they’ve actually stopped to listen to him properly

mark definitely tries to not see this as an end. he doesn’t want it to seem like they’re departing ways. because technically they aren’t. maybe as ‘nct dream’ they are, but as friends and as family they, beyond any doubt, aren’t. and that’s enough for mark to think everything will be okay. 

mark really believes in them. so even with the pain in his chest, he tries his best not to show signs of sadness. it isn’t the end! mark wants to think. 

but why does it feel like it?

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Even in the 70s, it goes without saying that you shouldn’t have feelings for your best friend’s little sister.

pairing: tae x childhood friend!reader

word count: 10k

genre: 1970s au, fluff, ANGST, eventual smut, f2l

warnings: tae & OC do the NASTY (smut is being edited), Jimin is an endearing pothead, themes of death, unhealthy coping mechanisms such as alcohol and sex

A/N: This fic was entirely inspired by the song If I Could Tell her by from the musical Dear Evan Hansen. Go give it a listen ;)

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Hoseok crossed his arms over his chest, “Jimin, you gotta be higher than a kite to stand here and tell me that Jaws is scarier than The Exorcist.”

“Objection, your honor! How is that relevant to the argument?” Jimin turned towards Taehyung, his bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly.

“Overruled. I’ll allow it just this once.” Taehyung stated decidedly, rubbing at his chin dramatically.

“Fine.” Jimin squinted, turning back towards Hoseok, looking coy. “I will neither confirm or deny that accusation but I still vote Jaws.”

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He gazed at me with such an intense stare from under the camera flashes. ‘God, he was so beautiful ’, I thought. ‘God, she was so beautiful ’, he thought. I swore he could see me blushing across the busy venue, amidst all of the starstruck girls, screaming his and his members’ names. I silently, without any indication of choosing to uproot myself, spun gracefully in the opposite direction: hair flowing, dress shimmering. I began to walk to my seat, which was intentionally placed beside my handsome boyfriend, awaiting his groups’ arrival to the audience. This being the AMAs and all, I surpassed a number of stars who most would die to be so close to, but I had one person on my mind, causing me to absentmindedly block and tune everyone else out. I finally reached our seats, to only see a group of men already seated in them, talking amongst one another. Once I am able to properly gain a view of the front of these “mystery men”, I lock eyes with Jimin, Taehyung’s best friend and bandmate. I notice him motion towards me, causing me to gain the attention and eyes of Hoseok, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung. I’m a little startled at first, but once Taehyung gives me a reassuring smile, I calm down and walk towards my seat beside him, as the rest of the boys begin to talk amongst themselves. He, almost immediately, wraps an instinctive arm around my waist once I’m seated, pulling me close to whisper in my ear with his insanely deep voice. “You look breathtaking. I almost died twice after seeing you,” he lightly chuckled at the last part. This comment caused me to chuckle, making Taehyung admire my every feature and every movement.“God, you are so beautiful”, he whispers, but I hear anyways. He lovingly stares into my eyes, slowly biting his moist bottom lip in the process, then quickly turns to his hyungs and dongsaeng. “Hey, you guys. I have the best girlfriend ever. I plan on marrying her, and if I ever say otherwise, slap me”, he says with a smile and a look of sought out reassurance on his face. He turns to me, grabbing my pinkie with his and looking into my eyes with a smile, “I promise”. He then kisses me, soft and lovingly, as the show begins. https://www.instagram.com/p/ByRdKhwJnI6/?igshid=3ts1t7k4v3p5

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