Oh Wow Look At That My Nct Phase Is Coming Back /hj

oh wow look at that my nct phase is coming back /hj

HAECHAN to MARK

awake at an ungodly hour and reading Seungkwan fics

Mission Possible

genres: elementary teachers au, fluff pairing: reader x seungkwan words: 1.2k warnings: none! notes: a short fic for seungkwan day!! I'm slightly late because I am me, but an anon requested early education kwannie and I thought that was so cute!! hopefully this lives up to their idea 😊

One of Mr Boo's students sees his brand new engagement ring.

Mr Boo's fourth grade class has been on a group mission ever since their orchestra field trip.

Their mission — and they did choose to accept it: get Mr Boo (the funniest and most glaringly obviously single teacher at Greenfield elementary school) together with you (the new music teacher Mr Boo's students always catch him smiling at while you're not looking).

Future president ten-year-old Kim Sujeong is at the head of the operation. She was behind most of the class's best efforts, including but not limited to running allllllll the way across the school from the music room to his classroom and telling him you had fallen and died and that he needed to come help! or else you might, er, die harder. Despite the flimsiness of Sujeong's story, Mr Boo had gone running full-speed down the halls to you (whom he found perfectly fine and not dead, just wide-eyed at his sudden — and out of breath — appearance in the music room with Sujeong beaming behind him when you were certain she was supposed to be in the bathroom), so she counted that as a success.

Now, future marine biologist Kim Sujeong — she’s still between that, president, or interior designer — is in a fit, arms crossed as she watches the kids of Greenfield elementary run around the playground. She huffs. Can’t the rest of the fourth graders take this seriously? Will they let the mission go? Just like that?

Recess is great, sure, but this is no time for play!

This morning, though Sujeong didn’t notice until a couple minutes before the first recess bell rang, Mr Boo showed up with a shiny silver ring on his finger. His left ring finger.

Sujeong huffs again.

“Are you okay there, Sujeong?”

On supervision duty today, you sit down on the park bench next to Sujeong, slightly concerned. She looks up at you, uncrosses her arms, and whimpers out your name. “Are you devastrated?” she asks you on the verge of tears.

“Devastated?” You point at yourself. “Me?”

Tears brim at the corners of Sujeong’s eyes, and her bottom lip quivers. “Mr Boo!” she cries out. “He’s getting married!”

You blink.

For a few seconds, you say nothing, just staring at Sujeong, and she thinks — oh, heartbreak! — you must have already given up on Mr Boo, must’ve heard about it already and cried before recess started, and, oh! What a cruel man Mr Boo is, to do this to you!

“Oh, sweetheart,” you say, smiling and gently taking Sujeong’s hands in yours. What a strong person you are, she thinks, to smile through such pain… You smooth down her hair, which, although her mum had done it in pretty braids today, has gone a bit wild in the wind. “Mr Boo getting married doesn’t make me sad.”

Sujeong sniffles. “Why not?”

You chuckle slightly, but Sujeong doesn’t know what’s so funny. “I’m happy for him. It’s not every day you find someone willing to marry you. I bet he loves that person very much.”

“But…” Sujeong pouts, breath a little shaky. “I thought… he loved…”

Your left hand comes down from her hair to hold her hands again. “Hm?”

Dropping her head, Sujeong is about to mumble “you”, but instead, she gasps at the sight of your ring finger.

Which sports a silver ring she’s never seen on you before.

“Not you too!” she squeaks, utterly betrayed.

“Ah— Sujeong, it’s not—”

“They’re not better than Mr Boo, are they? I know he’s a meanie because he’s getting married but— but, you’re doing it too! You’re getting married and he’s going to be sad because he loves you! He does! I saw! He looks at you like the boys in the movies! And he talks about you all the time — even when it’s math time! You’re the music teacher! There’s no music in math!” Sujeong is starting to lose her breath, using it all up, but she can’t stop. “So you can’t marry someone else because Mr Boo loves you! He— he shouldn’t marry someone else either, but that’s why we have to stop him! I can take you to him right now. We can show him how sad you are, because you are devastrated—”

“Devastated, sweetheart,” you say, then shake your head because that’s really not important right now. “I mean, I’m not devastated. I’m very happy.” Smiling, you hold up your hand and show her your engagement ring. “I’m going to marry someone I love, and so is Mr Boo. It’s a good thing. We’re both happy.”

Sujeong looks up at you through wet eyelashes, taking in deep breaths. She pouts, but doesn’t say anything.

You sigh, still smiling. “So be happy for us, okay?” You lift her chin with one finger, your other hand giving her smaller one a soft squeeze. “Don’t worry about our boring grown-up problems, and go play with your friends while it’s still recess. You know it’s social studies after, right?”

Sujeong lets out a little gasp. That’s right — there must be only a couple minutes left of recess, and she needs to gather up her classmates for an emergency meeting.

New mission: find out how to break an engagement.

Two of them.

Future president marine biologist interior designer divorce lawyer Kim Sujeong has her work cut out for her.

⭒

Once all the students have been picked up and all his prep work for tomorrow gets finished, Seungkwan packs his things and heads to the music classroom. The door is open, but he raps his knuckles against it and leans against the door frame when you look up from your desk and smile at him.

“Ready to go?” He smiles back.

“Just a second, Mr Boo.”

You throw your things in the backseat of the car before getting in to the passenger seat next to Seungkwan.

“Sujeong seemed pretty put out with me today,” he says as he starts the engine, a slight smile teasing at his lips. He lifts his left hand and wiggles his fingers at you, the silver ring glinting in the sunlight. “Didn’t like my choice of accessory, maybe?”

You snort. “Yeah, that tie is pretty ugly.”

Affronted, Seungkwan gasps and puts a hand over his heart — and pink, star-patterned tie. “You love this ugly tie.”

“I do,” you admit with a sigh. “I really do.”

He likes it when you smile at him like that. You’re tired from the day, but you still laugh with him. It’s a beautiful feeling.

“Sometimes I feel like we should just tell everyone,” you say, staring at the ring on Seungkwan’s finger.

He chuckles. “You’re the one who said you wanted to hide it.”

“Yeah, from the faculty while I’m still new — I could already tell they wouldn’t want a couple working at the same school just from the interview.” (Seungkwan thinks that the rings are a dead giveaway, but you seemed so excited to wear them this morning that he hadn't said anything, and he's not going to now.) “I didn’t think the kids would get so invested, though" you continue. "Sujeong’s mad at you for ruining her OTP, by the way.”

“Just me? You’ve got a ring too, y’know.”

“Yeah, but Sujeong likes me more.” You stick out your tongue at him.

Seungkwan scoffs in disbelief. He reaches over the gear shift and grabs your hand, linking your fingers together. “Whatever. Sujeong will have it all figured out by next year.”

You raise an eyebrow, but give his hand a squeeze anyway. “She will?”

“Well, it’ll be pretty obvious when you have my last name.”

It’s your turn to scoff. “As if. You’re taking my last name.”

Seungkwan doesn’t argue, he just pulls your hand up in his and presses his lips to your knuckles.

“I don't mind the sound of that.”

I am absolutely loving this series 🥹🤧

p.s. you tagged @/ravyng instead of @/raevyng 😭

Where’s the Fun in That?

Yoon Jeonghan x Reader (gender not specified)

Genre: fluff, coming of age

Word Count: 10.3k

Warnings: some stronger language. one tiny mental breakdown. some tears are shed. some mail is stolen. food mentions.

[Series: Serenity Street 17]  The mailman keeps mixing up your mail nearly every day. The guy who gets your mail often demands a gift of some sort in return for your stuff.

[Your package has been delivered…]

The notification lit up on your phone screen and you would have squealed with joy had you not been on a crowded bus home. Finally! Your long-awaited new bluetooth speaker was finally home.

There was a skip in your step all the way home. Though the sun had already gone to rest, you had no qualms with the dim streetlights that shone on your way. The weekend was here and so was the package you had been waiting all week. What was there not to be happy about?

The journey home quickly came to an end and, before you even realised, you were facing the worn light blue front door of Serenity Street 17. It creaked in a cheerful manner, welcoming you home – or so you liked to believe, no matter what Jihoon tried to tell you. 

You held back a laugh as the man in question practically crawled out the door of 1B with an indignant look on his face. You offered a wave and he returned the gesture with a frown as he passed you on his way to the grocery store.

But even his sour mood couldn’t tamper yours. The way up the stairs was easier than ever, and you smiled all through it.

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SWAY —੭ sunoo drabble

“i thought you wanted to dance, not sway.”

the frost from the cold tile beneath you both was warded off with his fluffy socks and your work shoes.

you slowly rocked your body weight from side to side as guided by sunoo.

your boyfriend’s hands were lazily placed around your middle as your own played with the hair behind his neck. there was still sleep in his playful eyes, and his dark chocolate locs looked like antennae - as if he was trying to tune into the radio.

it was his idea in the first place, to dance before you had to leave for work, but now he appeared to long for a bed.

“yes, but, we both know you’re a terrible dancer.”

“hey! yes i am! i just haven’t had anything to drink.” you snicker, whacking his chest hard enough for his droopy eyes to turn attentive.

“exactly, and you’re not drinking at 5:30 in the morning.” he brings you closer and rests his head on top of yours, “i still don’t understand why you choose to get up this early every morning.”

“i have to. morning traffic is the worst.”

his nods cause your head to move as well and you stifle a laugh. you look up at him and he looks down at you, locking you both in a staring battle of who can look more tired.

“go to back to sleep sunoo, i’ll see you tonight.” you smile and kiss him softly before letting go. he pouts but nod. sunoo doesn’t leave his spot until he hears the door close.

sunoo slumps his way to the bedroom and cuddles in under the duvet, before falling asleep and dreaming of nothing. (except you).

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I still have CDs

RB if you think CD drives in computers are not obsolete, but in fact still necessary, despite being artificially phased out

sobbing

The idea of sitting in Jihoon's lap while he's working in the studio is making me an even more unhinged woman. Just look at it... perfect circumference of seating

no bc his thighs are so thick like i just know he's the perfect seat to sit on like imagine it's been a long day, for both of you, and you get home late and want nothing but to see your boyfriend but he's not home when you walk in which means he's locked himself up in his studio, again

so you make your way over to his studio, your tiredness pushed down by your desire to see your boyfriend. when you get to his studio and walk in he's exactly where you think he is, sitting at his desk, in his nice expensive chair, staring at his computer monitors and nodding his head to the beat of whatever song he's working on

you don't say anything, just quietly shuffling over to his desk. you slowly push jihoon's chair back so you're able to crawl into his lap, wiggling around to get comfortable before settling down

jihoon doesn't say anything either as you do this, he just wraps an arm around your waist and presses a kiss to your temple

you love sitting on jihoon's lap. his thighs are thick from his long gym sessions working on his quads, making him the perfect seat for you. you've always loved jihoon's stocky build, he's so thick and compact all over and it makes him all the more cuddly. his body is also so warm, you just love to burrow down in his lap and stay there for long periods of time

though neither of you say anything, you just enjoy the close proximity to your boyfriend. you know jihoon is selective with his touch but he always accommodates your physical touch love language. his fingers drum against your side as he makes edits to the track he's working on. you love sitting in on jihoon doing his producer work, seeing the song making process and all of the creative ideas in his talented mind. you don't think you've ever seen jihoon look so handsome as when he's doing what he loves, working on his music

you close your eyes and tuck your head under jihoon's chin, your ear pressed up against his chest. whereas your love language is physical touch, jihoon's is gift giving. you can feel the vibrations of his humming mix with the thump of his heartbeat and you smile to yourself, enjoying the song that they make, just for you and no one else. the song of his heart slowly lulls you to sleep, your mind at peace knowing there's no better place than curled up in your boyfriend's lap, in the dead of night, while he produces, in room filled with nothing but music and love