Did I Just Come Back To Talk About Taeil. It Seems So To Me.

Did I just come back to talk about Taeil. It seems so to me.

So i have no idea how intense this situation is, but for once I think SM is doing this to save their asses. NCT is one of their top performing groups. Along with the fact that they never have any good luck with boy groups. No matter how well aespa is doing, nct still grosses a better profit margin compared to them.

Now keeping this in mind we also need to understand the fact that the members are slowly going to military and those who are not, will be starting their solo careers or have already started them.

If they would have kept taeil in the group, it would have meant that they would butcher even more money that was meant to be coming their way. Plus no matter what the actual truth is fans or majority of fans side onto the victims side, which although not wrong, would mean that if he was in the group, the group and the solo debuts would have to face the slander.

Then i think this is something everyone figured out, but the postponing of the solo events or events where the artist might have a conversation with the fans was also stopped. This was to ensure they dont speak their mind. They are humans after all, what i think is they will go through some training or might even just have a meeting to inform them what to speak or not during the fansings and other events.

I have no idea what actually happened with the case, or if taeil is actually involved or anything, but removing taeil helped the company gain a lot of positive light. So they made sure to use this scandal to their advantage and make sure to have more participation for the future upcoming works of their artists, cuz "SM doesnt support criminals so we should be a proud stans of the artists under them too". Hence more support from fans and more profit and sales

PS: these are not my personal views of the artist (taeil). These are just observation from my pov about his removal from the group and my thoughts of how it might profit the company

Paring: Daichi Sawamura x fem!reader

Requested: No

Genre: Smut

Warning(s): Somnophillia, cunnilingus.

Summary: Daichi is annoyed after practice, thankfully you look a bit too delectable today.

Word count: 650

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Daichi loves hearing you blabber as he rams into you with all his might. It's not always that he gets this horny and needy, but on the days he does, you are in for a ride—literally!

It started right after he got back from practice, extremely angry at himself for not being up to the mark and messing up the practice for the whole team.

The moment he came in, he immediately searched for you, only to find you asleep on the couch. It's not a rare sight to see you waiting for him, but those shorts paired with his tee were the breaking point for him.

You looked so beautiful lying there all pretty for him.

No matter how freaky you both were in bed, the topic of consent always took first place. So when he first heard you suggest trying somnophilia, he was a bit concerned, to say the least.

But the first time you both tried it, it was like heaven for him. So, the sight of you sleeping in shorts was too inviting for him to resist.

Immediately going towards you, he quickly removed your shorts and latched his mouth onto your cunt, hungrily lapping at it to create some wetness.

Your reaction was a bit slow, but he could slowly but surely hear the small moans emitting from you. Soon enough, you were awake, the feeling of his mouth on your now throbbing cunt too much for your sleep-induced brain to handle, so it woke you up.

Your moans immediately increased in volume, prompting Daichi to add a finger along with his his already attached mouth. Your hands soon found their place in his hair, pulling on it.

"Tastes so good I could die here," he says before continuing to abuse your pussy.

Within seconds, you are bursting onto him, squirting all over the man's face with a loud moan of his name. And being the man he subhe wastes not a drop of your precious cum lapping it all up like a starving man.

As Daichi emerges from your pussy, he gives you a look of extreme need. Within seconds, you are underneath him.

"Gonna fuck you so well," he says as he takes off his pants, letting his throbbing cock breathe. It's been almost five years since you and Daichi have been together, but the size of his cock still shocks you.

You used to wonder how it would fit, but from previous experience, you know it will. He immediately sinks into your puffy warm hole with a moan.

"How are you still so fucking tight? Did I not prep you enough?" he groans. Before you can respond, he starts moving, inducing moans after moans from you.

"So good Mura," you can barely form a sentence with how good he makes you feel. A ring of thick cream forming at the base of his cock due to the endless thrusting.

"Will fucking fill you up with my seed until your tits are all swollen with milk," he says while thrusting into you with all his might.

"Do you want that? My babies?" He rams into you like his life depends on it.

"Need, need your cum," you are just a blabbering mess at this point, barely able to form a sentence. The pleasure is so intense that it makes you almost cry. Soon, you reach your climax, cumming all over his dick, making him reach his peak too.

After a few loud moans, and a few "you milk my dick so well," you both calm down. He immediately moves over to hold you, making you rest your head on his chest.

"You want me to make us a warm bath?" he asks gently while rubbing your shoulder.

You nod, numb from all the lovemaking. Kissing your forehead, he immediately takes you to the bathroom to clean you up and get you ready for bed.

The End

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Inbox, Full // Seungcheol Oneshot

DESCRIPTION: Four years has passed many has changed, but yet not quite much at all... A highly requested Part 2 to Disconnected Calls PARING: Seungcheol x Reader GENRE: Angst

If this exact moment had been granted to him four years ago, his reaction would have been much more different.

He would have stood frozen in his spot, trying to swallow the pain that would have formed in his chest - the one that he waited for but didn't quite appear. It's been a long while since this crippling pain, the one that left him gasping for air, was associated with you.

Hell, it's been a long while since he had associated any emotion of pain to you.

You were nothing but a distant memory now. The person that he once felt pure regret and anguish towards was someone he now cherished – someone he thanked.

You were his greatest lesson.

It may have taken him a while to learn, but Seungcheol wouldn't have had it any other way.

Years has passed, and though you two may be strangers now, he knew you.

He knew how you stood, Seungcheol could pick out that posture in a crowded room.

He knew that you liked to cut your hair shorter during summer months – wanting to relieve yourself from the overstimulating feeling of the strands sticking to your neck as the humid season rolled in.

You may have had your back towards him, but he knew – Seungcheol knew it was you that was sorting through the pile of watermelons. It was your favorite summer fruit after all, there was never a day during the hot months that your counter space didn't have that large green fruit.

He waited for a couple more seconds for that familiar feeling of grief to show up – but nothing.

Letting his legs overpower his brain, he made his way towards you.

"Need help?" Seungcheol came up from the other side.

You have heard his voice in passing; on the radio, television ads, and other forms of media – you didn't think you would hear it again. Not in person at least.

Looking up to meet his eyes, you couldn't help but notice how much brighter they were.

The bags, they were gone.

The cloud that seemed to have formed above his head, lingering for months after the break up, was nowhere in sight.

The warm smile formed on his lips was no longer forced.

It was as if a brand new man stood before you.

"I- Hi." You breathed out, almost as if you were still trying to register if he was in fact stood before you.

"Sorry– that was a really lame way to approach you." He chuckled sheepishly.

"No, I– No it's fine." You shook your head.

You knew this was a big step for him; after all, he was the one that shut you out. Him approaching you meant he had finally healed.

"How have you been?"

"Good, I- I'm actually just visiting."

"Oh-" His eyes grew wide, his bottom lip jutting out as he nodded.

You had followed your dream of starting a new life outside of the country. Seungcheol should have known the bustling city across the globe that you two had jokingly made plans to settle down at is now the place you called home... with a whole different man.

The one he heard about. The one that brought happiness back in to your life.

The man that was able to place a ring on the finger Seungcheol had once promised on doing.

"How about you?"

"Ah, well you know–" Seungcheol trailed off, not exactly knowing how to sum up the past four years. "The kids aren't kids anymore."

"That's a given." You let out a small laugh at his poor attempts of making a joke – some parts of him had not changed on bit.

Still addressing the band of brothers, who aren't too far from either one of your age, as kids. Something you had gotten accustomed to referring them as during the days when you were his.

There was a brief pause as the two of you tried to find more words to say to one another – using your eyes to communicate all that your mouths couldn't.

With the simple silence, you were able to see how much he had grown since parting ways. You were able to accept his silent apology; the apology he had been meaning to send out for pulling the rug right under you.

And you were able to let him know that he had been long forgiven.

It was all in the past and despite the initial anger, you never were angry at him for too long.

You couldn't be.

You cared for him far too deeply, loved him far too much, to not understand why he had chosen to end things the way he had.

Besides, no amount of anger and hatred could have changed the outcome – you had forgiven Seungcheol not just for him, but for yourself as well.

"It was great seeing you, Cheo–Seungcheol."

Seungcheol pulled his lips into a tight smile, hearing how quickly you had caught yourself from uttering that nickname he had missed so dearly.

Not that he was aware of it.

Hearing it had nearly transported him back in time; back to when all he knew was chaos – and you were the only constant in the midst of it all.

It was a strange brief feeling of nostalgia; the warm feeling radiating in his chest confusing him.

"You too, Y/n." He breathed, taking one last glance at you before heading back to the cart he had abandoned a few feet away.

You didn't dare look behind you to bid him one last goodbye, the interaction putting a sudden halt your new reality.

It was as if you were thrown back in time – back to when you had first caught glance of the ring you had thought you wanted.

Back to a time when everyone had been congratulating you for reaching a new milestone and all you could think of was the man that had left you out cold – letting you fall only for him to not be there to catch you when you as he had promised.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

Seungcheol hated many things and moving was at the top of that list.

"Let's get this shit over with." He grumbled as he opened the one last box he had promised himself he would sift through – making sure the contents inside were something he wanted in his new space.

He didn't need to dig through the contents of the small 12 x 12 cardboard box to know what it held. The only indicator he needed was the iPhone 13 that sat atop the piles of letters, pictures, saved receipts, and miscellaneous trinkets.

It was a box that held the evidence that you were once in his life.

Just as earlier in the grocery store, his limbs worked faster than his brain; reaching to grab the phone – turning it on.

Within minutes, notifications began to roll in – no, rush in.

It was as if he had opened the flood gates without realizing there had been a ten foot wave waiting for him.

They were all voicemails from you.

Seungcheol knew it wasn't a good idea to check it out, he knew he should turn the phone off and go back to what he had originally been doing.

But curiosity had gotten the best of him and he had opened the application.

The notification bubble had been in the double digits and as he scrolled through, he realized you had done exactly what he had been doing during the times he had felt he was at his lowest – you had been leaving him messages.

For once, Seungcheol chose to listen to his brain and opted to not listen to any of them – at least, not the ones that were dated at the time when the break up was still fresh.

He knew what those voice memos contained; it was similar to the ones he had sent out to the void all those years ago.

It wasn't until he had reached the very bottom when a particular date peaked his interest.

It was the date he had found out you were engaged.

You had called him the same day he had called you.

That pain, that tightening at the chest, the one he waited to appear at the grocery store – it had finally come.

Stumbling back, allowing for the back of his legs to indacate him that he had reached the side of his bed, Seungcheol plopped his body down – his thumb hovering over the play button.

"This is a bad fucking idea." He chewed at his lip, almost as if he was attempting to talk himself out of the decision his heart had already made for him.

There was no going back now.

Hitting the play button, your voice began to play aloud. "Seungcheol, if you're out there– if you somehow get this– I– I made a mistak–"

"No." He shook his head, not bothering to listen to the rest of the message. Seungcheol knew he was a coward for not wanting to let the message play on, but he also knew there was no good in listening to the remainder of it.

Especially knowing that he was somewhere across town doing the same – expressing how much he had regretted his decision of ending things between the two of you.

He didn't want to let himself spiral down the rabbit hole of what if's; he had covered that hole.

Seungcheol refuse to dig it up again.

He was finally okay.

He has finally moved on.

Unfortunately, the voice of reason had once again been over powered as his curiosity took notice of a voicemail that was dated a few months after that god forsaken day.

"Fuck." He sucked in a deep breath as he felt his thumb press onto the device.

"Cheol," You sounded just as broken as the previous message; if not, even more. "I called it off. I couldn't do it."

Seungcheol felt all the blood from his body drain and pool at his feet upon hearing this.

You had called off the engagement.

The engagement that had sent Seungcheol over the edge, spiraling for months on end – unable to see the light at the end of the tunnel as he tried his best to move on from you.

"I'm moving to New York. I– I need to leave." You sniffled back a sob. "I– one of us has to fulfill that dream, right? I'll do it. I'll go. Maybe I'll tell you all about it one day. I– I just can't stay. Not when I feel like I see you everywhere I turn."

He took a glance at the time stamp once again – his brain sifting through the memories to try and recall where he was at the time that message was sent.

He was barely moving on from you at the time.

All while he had thought you were making plans for a wedding, you had actually called it off – because of him.

Seungcheol had forcibly moved on from you because he thought there was no longer a chance to make amends; to take back all the pain and suffering he had put you through.

If he had only–

"No, there are no if's or but's." Seungcheol scolded himself. "Not anymore."

He had worked so hard to get himself out of that rut, he had spent many nights crying on his best friend's shoulder – he couldn't take all that he had worked for and throw it all away over a message that he had missed four years ago.

Standing up from the bed, Seungcheol swiped out of the app – ready to turn the device off once again when the unthinkable had happened.

Another voicemail.

Dated to today's date.

It was as if the universe wanted to see him down – as if it wanted him to suffer.

Can't he just move on? Can't he finally enjoy the life he was living now? The one without the guilt?

"Y/n what are you doing?" He stared at the notification, hearing his heart grow louder in his ears as each second passed.

He has no choice but to listen to it, right? Considering he missed all the other ones.

Right?

Seungcheol internally groaned knowing that, despite all the years that has passed, he never could resist you.

He will always have a soft spot for you.

Maybe it was the love he had for you – the one he had come to terms would never fully go away. It may not take up the same amount of space as it did before, but he was mature enough to acknowledge that you will always be there.

Or maybe it was the guilt, the one that kept him up at night for as long as he could remember. His brain never failed to remind him of all the wrongs he had had committed against you – reminding him of all the promises he made and neglected.

There was a long silence that filled the room before your voice was heard; almost as if you were still finding the right words to say.

"I saw you today." Your voice was soft. It didn't sound quite as pained as the previous voice memos – but it was there. He could hear it.

You sounded almost defeated.

"I thought I was okay. I should have known I would run into you one day." Your voice had now become shaky. "You looked good– mature."

There was another silence.

"You– you look happier."

Seungcheol's heart began to ache at the thought of you realizing how much he had changed since you had last seen him.

He saw that you had changed as well – but he didn't catch on the way you did.

Maybe he didn't quite know you after all. How could he have missed the fact that your shoulders dropped the second you caught sight of him?

How did he miss the fact you had grown pale, seeing that he was clearly in a better mental state than you were?

You were once each others worlds, revolving around one another – but now, you two were just stars passing. Both completely lightyears away – hurdling towards different suns.

Or at least, he was.

"I– I know I said that last time was the last time– But seeing you– I– Everything came rushing back." Your voice cracked.

"Just let it out." He found himself mumbling, knowing that you had been suppressing the tears.

"I swear after this, I'll stop. I'll let go."

Don't.

Because he hasn't fully let go.

Maybe that's why he approached you.

Maybe that's why his feet found it's way making over to you instead of leaving you alone.

"Honey," Seungcheol whipped his head towards the sound of the sweet melodic voice – pulling him out of his thoughts and back to his reality. Within seconds her head popped into the doorway of the room, that beautiful smile painted on her face – the one that melted his heart at first sight.

Just as quickly the pain had appeared, it disappeared at the sight of the woman who now held the key to his heart.

The confusion, the pain, the guilt – it had washed away.

It was all just a temporary feeling.

"Movers are here, you ready?"

Blinking quickly, to regain focus, Seungcheol mirrored the her smile. "Yep. Just gimme a sec, yeah?"

"Take your time." She hummed before disappearing back into the hallway.

Take your time, whatever that meant.

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Paring: The8x fem!reader 

Requested: no

Genre:  angst, established relationship, hint of fluff

Warning(s): themes of grief, loss, major character death, mourning and hospitalization (im not a doctor so please excuse my medical knowledge)

Summary: You never thought of your husbands life as fleeting. But time did its dutiful job of reminding you so.

Word count: 1.1k

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disclaimer: this is not the exact representation of the subjects in real life. I just use them for my inspiration. 

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You wore the baby blue dress, adorned your eyes with waterproof mascara, and got ready to go out. Your son shouted from the kitchen, “Mom, I packed one more hotteok for you. Have it with Dad. He will love it.”

Smiling at how thoughtful of a young man your son had grown up to be, you walked out of the bedroom to caress his head. “I will eat it. Don’t worry so much.”

The boy gave you a hug in return, promising to visit you with his wife sometime soon. After all, the girl was pregnant and would need as much care from you as possible during her pregnancy.

With that, you walked out, ready to meet your husband for his birthday lunch, which was packed in the heat-retaining bag with you. It was almost an hour’s drive to the place from where you lived. The commute never got easier, no matter the time or the day.

You got into the taxi; you were never one to learn driving. It was just not needed, as someone at your house was always there to help you commute, be it your husband or your son. So at times like this, you felt the absence of the skill.

But it was not like life didn’t go on. It was not something you wanted to change at this age. You were scared of banging the car into some random tree and feeling the wrath of your husband for causing damage to the love of his life, Vivian. Yes, that indeed was the name of the car. And yes, it was the great idea of your husband to name it so. Some might say you both didn’t have a daughter, but he would like to disagree with them, because you both obviously had Vivian. You sometimes suspected he loved that godforsaken car more than you.

The man was shameless enough to agree with those accusations, but he was too cute to argue with, so you let him be.

The time passed inside the car thinking about your husband, the times you both had spent together, all those rocky yet satisfying moments, and all those nights you both ditched all your friends and family to stay in together, basking in each other’s presence. It was one of those feelings that made you warm and mushy inside, no matter what.

----

“Do you think we will be together forever?” Minghao asks you. It's been a year since you both tied the knot after dating for two, and yet you still feel like your breath stops every time you see him. He just has that effect on you; it's not reasonable, but it's true.

“What do you mean? You are stuck with me. I will hold onto you no matter how much you try to escape!” you say as you pull him in for a kiss.

Satisfied with your answer, he happily goes back to doodling in his diary.

----

As you walked into the hospital, you gave the guard a kind smile, which he returned. After all, when you frequent a place long enough, you end up becoming acquainted with almost everyone who works there.

Quickly, you walked to your husband's cabin. As you entered the room, you could hear your lover whining at the nurse about something, a sound that immediately ceased as his eyes found you.

Without wasting any time, he stretched his arm towards you, his eyes asking for you to hold him. As you embraced him, the nurse walked out, giving you both privacy.

“Happy birthday, my love,” you said quietly, as he rested his head on your chest.

“What did you bring me?” came a quiet whine from underneath you. Laughing, you let go of the man and began to show him, one by one, the feast you had prepared for him.

The minute he laid his eyes upon them, his face broke into a childlike smile, waiting for you to complete plating his food so he could enjoy them.

After all, it had been a long time since his doctors allowed him to have something you brought for him. Within seconds of putting the food on the plate, it was gone. Not that you were complaining, but it was still a record for the man. Never had you seen him devour your cooking this fast.

“Slow down,” you had told him, but the man had all his attention focused on the food, too much to care for his wife.

The nurse didn’t let you stay in the room long after that. The authorities were a bit too strict about maintaining the rules for your liking, but it was okay.

With a last meaningful glance at each other, you exited the room to meet his doctor to complete the procedures for his discharge.

----

“I can’t do this anymore, Y/N,” your husband cries out loud from your embrace, and you hold him, rocking gently.

“But you promised you would hold on. What will I do without you?” you say, trying to hold back your tears.

Looking at you, he wipes the stray tears that have escaped. “I can’t live like this. It’s too much. I’m three surgeries in already, and I don’t see any hope anymore. Maybe this is how it was supposed to be. Plus, this place feels too suffocating for me to be in.”

Not being able to come up with a rebuttal, you just stay as you are, trying to understand why it has to be him who goes through so much pain while simultaneously pleading with some supernatural being to give you all his pain.

That night you both spend crying. But what has to be done will be done.

----

 Minghao had been dancing most of his life. Even after he stopped being a professional dancer, he was a dancer at heart. The constant heart attacks that resulted in him being permanently attached to life support, along with the surgeries, killed him inside. They slowly murdered the dancer in him. He lost his sense of freedom, something he treasured the most.

It was then he realized nothing was worth his freedom, not even his life. So there you were, arguing with the doctor to let him be discharged, even though he was at high risk of having another heart attack and should be constantly monitored.

“I understand that, sir, but this is what my husband wants, so I would like you to prepare his discharge papers,” you said, persistent.

“Sure, ma’am. It will be done by tomorrow,” the doctor said reluctantly after realizing there was no winning with you.

After completing the procedure, you went back to your husband to give him the good news about going back home the next day. He looked happy. You could see it in his eyes, and you were happy for him.

If only you had known that the next day you would take your husband away from that hospital for good, but not in the way you had hoped to.

That night, Minghao suffered another attack, one that was hellbent on taking him away from you. It ended up succeeding.

As you sat there at the funeral home, beside the beautiful picture of your smiling husband, and with your son greeting the guests coming to pay their respects, you couldn’t help the tears from falling as you thought of the happy memories you both had shared and how even eternity was too little time for you to spend with him.

The End

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