NCT 127 Reaction | You (crush) Learn Their Part In One Of Their Dances

NCT 127 Reaction | You (crush) Learn Their Part in One of Their Dances

Warnings: Fluff(?), some mature themes, childish NCT 127 is childish.

AN: Because some of the members are in other units, I’ll use some of the choreographies that they learned in other units. For example: Taeyong is in two sub-units, so you’ll be learning a dance from NCT U. This is only because there’s not that many mainstream 127 dances. Sorry for the news.

Taeil:

You and Taeil have always been close. Really close; ever since you could remember. Finally, after two years of endless sleepovers, constant flirting teasing, and crazy adventures, you decided that enough was enough. You were going to try everything in your power to impress Taeil so that there might be a possibility of him liking you the way you like him, but he already does.

The first thing that came to your mind was Limitless. The choreography is crazy, so you called up your good friend Johnny, and that’s when you started learning the dance. Weeks passed and you finally felt confident enough to show it to him. You gathered up the rest of 127 and had Taeil follow a path of clues to the dance studio.

When he arrived, the nine of you preformed, a happy Taeil watching contently. When you finished, he stood up and gave you the greatest kiss you’ve ever had. Fireworks exploded as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his around your waist. The rest of the group applauded, making the two of you break apart from embarrassment.

“Oh, Y/n. This was probably the best surprise I’ve ever gotten.”

Johnny:

When you first watched the Chain MV, you screamed. Quite literally. Your best friend/crush, Johnny, looked like a full course meal. God bless SM.

One day, while you were watching the video for at least the one-hundredth time that day, you began to notice that you almost had the choreography down in your head. So, you decided to follow Johnny’s steps in the dance, just to challenge yourself.

A few weeks later, while you were practicing in an empty room, your crush happened to be walking by. He heard the music coming from the room. Thinking it was the young maknae, Haechan, he decided to check in the room, just to make sure that he wasn’t working himself too hard.

When he opened the door and saw you there, he was shocked. There you were, dancing his part in the choreo. Sweat dropped down your face and neck towards your chest. You were focused on the dance, not even noticing his presence in the room. The shorts you wore rode up to placed where they shouldn’t be.

The tree-man quickly shut the door, hoping to get that image out of his head. No matter how much he wanted to keep his feelings for you hidden, after seeing you in that state, he gave up on trying. You were just too sexy for him to handle.

Taeyong:

The second the MV for Baby Don’t Stop came out, you couldn’t hold in your excitement. You were waiting ever since you’re best friend, Taeyong, told you about the song. Since you weren’t part of the company though, you couldn’t get any special previews. All you could see was what the fans could see. So, when you saw the video, you just about had a mini heart attack. 

You could’ve sworn that your crush on your best friend just about grew ten times more after that video.

Since Taeyong gives you some dancing lessons when he has free time, you decided to surprise him with learning his dance. So, you got to work, even asking Ten for some tips and mini lessons.

By the time you’re next fun lesson came up, you were so prepared that you even added the song into your shared playlist. When the song came up unexpectedly, you danced to the song perfectly, mimicking the leader’s moves to the ‘T’.

He stood there in complete and udder shock. He was mesmerized by your sexy surprise. After the song ended, Taeyong strutted over to you, pushing you up against the wall lined with mirrors. Both of you panting, you from dancing and him from watching you dancing.

“Y/n, I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but I hope you don’t plan on leaving here without helping me out a bit.”

Yuta:

It’s been three months since Yuta, your long time crush, has asked you to hang out with him. You understand entirely that he has been working hard for SM, but before, the two of you would text each other about your days before you went to sleep, even if it was just for five minutes. Although, now he doesn’t even text you ‘hi’. The two of you lost contact, and it made you sad. 

Now, you worked for YG Entertainment so you couldn’t visit him as often as you wished you could. Along with working with your band, you managed to practice as many choreographies as you could, to improve your dancing. When ‘Touch’ by NCT 127 came out, you decided that you should learn it, even if it meant jeopardizing your relationship with Yuta even more.

So, you practiced long and hard with your group, then posted a dance practice of ‘Touch’ on YouTube a few days later.

Yukhei was searching the web when he came across the video. He sprinted to the elder’s room while carrying his laptop with him. As Yuta’s door slammed open, the owner of said door was startled by the Chinese member’s presence. 

“Hyung, watch this video. Now.” Yukhei shoved his laptop into the member’s face while trying to catch his own breath.

He grabbed the device and played the video, smiling to himself. The only thought that clouded his mind was that you still remembered him, even after shunning you for the longest time. The only reason why he did what he did was because he believed that keeping you away from him would help conceal his feelings for you, but he was wrong. They became stronger, and after seeing that video, he decided that enough was enough. He was going to come clean, in hope that he’d be able to see your thighs again you’d forgive him.

Doyoung:

Not even gonna lie: when Doyoung saw the video of you dancing to ‘7th Sense’, he was shocked. You took time out of your day to learn such a complex dance and on top of it, his part.

Doyoung and you were friends ever since you joined SM. You were forced by your parents because they were going bankrupt. Doyoung was asked by SM to show you around and help you get comfortable with your new home. This was when the two of you became close friends. You connected immediately, bonding over music and movies, along with similar subjects. The two of you were inseparable from the start. You told each other everything, except for one thing: how you had secret crushed on each other and how you were completely oblivious that he liked you back and vise-versa.

When Doyoung watched the video for the second time, he couldn’t help but gawk at how good your body looked in just a sports bra and leggings. Your hips swayed left and right, gaining the attention of a certain body part of Doyoung’s. 

He turned off his phone, shocked at how you could have such an effect on him. He’d have to take a few minutes to soak in what he just watched, but trust me, he likes it. A lot.

Jaehyun:

Jaehyun is a happy virus, but when he’s on stage, he turns into a force not to be reckoned with. Especially when dancing in ‘Black on Black’.

When he first started dancing in the MV, you couldn’t contain yourself. His dancing was so powerful that you almost needed a wheelchair. I mean, come on. How can you walk after watching that?

The second you first laid eyes on him, you could’ve sword you were staring at an angel. He was a full on Greek god in a Gucci outfit. If you were in an anime, you would’ve had huge hearts for eyes. He was just perfect.

After talking to you’re favorite son, Jeno, you asked him if he could help you out with learning the dance to ‘Black on Black’. Your plan was to get him to notice you a bit more, and Jeno had his suspicions about your little crush, so he agreed.

While you were practicing alone, Jeno ran to Jaehyun exclaiming that you had twisted your ankle while dancing. This set the elder off running towards you in distress. His concern faltered when he reached your room though. You weren’t hurt, in fact you were dancing to his part in the NCT 2018 song.

He ran in screaming and jumping, which startled you half to death. 

“Y/n! I can’t even anymore! You’re so cute!”

Winwin:

You and Sicheng have been childhood friends since before he joined SM. When he left to pursue his career in dancing, you became a bit empty inside. He was your rock, your will to life, and it was all gone. Your life was empty until you heard of the existence of ‘Winwin’. Curious, you looked online to see who this idol was, who was the topic of almost every conversation in China. Clicking on images, you were in shock. He looked so similar to your childhood friend Sicheng. Going on the ‘kprofiles’ website, you searched for the idol, which brought you to his real name. Dong Si Cheng.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. That’s when you got sucked into the hell called ‘NCT’. You easily became his biggest fan, learning most of his parts in the songs.

When ‘Boss’ came out, you almost fainted. His presence could make even the most powerful of leaders bow down to him. His slicked back blonde hair could be spotted in every scene. Sadly though, your sexy childhood friend has not as many lines as you wish he had. 

You learned his dance, recorded it, and posted it on YouTube. That’s when said idol saw the video, recognizing you the second your figure showed up on the screen.

He couldn’t believe his eyes. You still remembered him after all those years. On top of it, you had grown into a sexy beautiful woman with such great dancing skills. Trust me, when he got the time, Sicheng would be sending his ass back to China just to see you.

Mark:

Mark is an absolute fluffball, so when he came across your group’s dance cover of ‘Cherry Bomb’, he couldn’t stop smiling.

You and the Canadian were friends ever since you were both SM Rookies. The two of you even sang the duet ‘I See The Light’ from Tangled on the Disney channel. From then on, the two of you would never be seen apart, which started a bit of dating rumors, which Mark desperately wanted to confirm, but he knew that could never be a reality. Instead, he denied these rumors, somewhat making your heart hurt.

The two of you had to split up in 2016, due to him joining NCT and you joining your group. Even though your scheduling would be off, the two of you vowed to stay friends.

When he first saw the video, his smile wouldn’t falter until Donghyuck walked into the room. You looked hilariously sexy while dancing to his song, which he found quite amusing.

From all the excessive smiling, the members would get a little uncomfortable and would politely leave the room as fast as possible. This kid has and always will adore you with all his heart.

Haechan:

When you got bored, you would dance to all sorts of kpop songs, ranging from Momoland’s Bboom Bboom to BTS’s Not Today. You would find it challenging, and you loved a challenge. So, when ‘Firetruck’ came out, you placed it on your list of dances to learn. 

When you first watched it, you died laughing. Mark’s hair was evolving like a Pokémon, and Sicheng was flying like the Iron Man we all know an love. The part that killed you though, was when you’re crush best friend, Donghyuck, was carried by all the other members. On top of it, his baggy shorts were just through the roof. But, all jokes aside, you found the dance interesting in a way.

Finally, after weeks of pushing the dance away, you finally embraced the fact that you should learn it for ‘research purposes’.

While practicing in an empty studio, your best friend walked past, hearing the music through the door. So, he peeked inside just to know what's going on. When his eyes landed on your dancing figure, he smiled fondly before jumping in along with you, helping you with how the dance should be portrayed. 

It was really just so that he could place his hands on your waist and hips but he’ll never admit that.

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Oranges || Chris Bang

⇢ summary: there was one person you never though you would trust your life with: your brother’s best friend. however all of that changes when a certain confession is revealed.

⇢ requested: can you make a stray kids bang chan smut where the reader is 3 years younger than chan (so the reader is 18 years old, legal age) and the reader likes chan but believes he doesn't like her back cause the age difference, so she starts to avoid him and he gets annoyed. he then confronts her and happy ending.

⇢ genre: angst; fluff; smut; one shot

⇢ word count: 2270

⇢ warnings: mentions of dugs and alcohol; swearing; fluff; light smut (brief car smut, pet names)

⇢ note: i’m super duper sorry this took forever. i hope you enjoy it though. 

Ever since you were little, you hated your brother with a burning passion. You never has the confidence to yell at him for all the wrongs he made you go through, since he was the only family you had. You were afraid of leaving, because that mean being all alone in a world filled with torture and pain.

Since your elder brother was in charge of you, you had to listen to whatever he said. As well, you had to hang out with his friends practically everyday after school. You’re house was the safe haven for his crackhead friends, which you never really cared for. However, there was one who intrigued you since the very beginning. His name, Chris Bang, however everyone called him Chan.

He was quiet, reserved, mysterious. You were drawn towards him in such a peculiar way that it really baffled you. Chan was more distant from the group, but you knew he had ideas and theories he wanted to share. Feeling yourself grow more comfortable with his awkward self, you began to talk to the elder.

Sure he was three years older than you, but the two of you clicked almost immediately. Chan even admitted it to you that he wanted to find another clique, however he wanted to say good bye to you before he would. Your brother and his friends were getting more into drugs and alcohol the older and more mature you got. You really didn’t blame him for wanting to leave, however he still never told you why he wanted to say good bye to you. You were just a nobody, who never interacted with him before. Chan though refused to tell you why, so you dropped it.

Time had passed and it was now the end of your senior year. You were eighteen, almost nineteen and Chan had become legal and graduated from high school long before you. You’re friendship turned into unknown crushes. You started crushing on the brunet not long after you met properly. However, due to him being much older than you, you thought he would never like you the way you liked him. It pained you to imagine this, so you distanced yourself from him.

Chan felt the effects more and more everyday. Every text to you was either ignored or received a minimal reply. He didn’t know why you were acting in such a bizarre manner, and he hated it with a burning passion. You were his rock, his light, his everything. He needed you; only you drifted farther and farther away. He had to fix this, and fast.

So that’s where you find yourself: behind the school, cornered by the masculine body of your crush.

“Chan what the fuck are you doing here?! My brother graduated, you know tha—”

He let out a low growl, “I’m not looking for your brother. Why are you ignoring me.”

“What?”

“Why the fuck are you ignoring me Y/n?! You know that you mean a lot to me, I thought we were close. I though we were friends.” You could see a twinkle of grief mixed with abandoned hope in his chocolate brown eyes. It pained you, only he could never know.

You tried to walk away, but he prevented you even more. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” This was bad. You needed to leave, or things would turn for the worst. “Chan I have to go home, I need to study for a test. Let me go.”

He grabbed you by the jaw, forcing you to look up at him. “You know I care for you Y/n. I wouldn’t do anything to harm you intentionally. What did I do? Is it your brother? Is someone messing around with you at school? Testing? Please, baby, tell me.”

That. That right there. That nickname which he carelessly used in a platonic relationship. That word that killed you every time you heard it. That word that made you fall for him a hundred times harder. Baby.

“Chan, please, I have to g—”

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

You froze in place. He had never used that tone before. Only once, when your brother beat you. He had come home drunk and high off of something you didn’t think he would touch. However, it happened. Chan took him home, in fear of him passing out on the street. The first time the two of you really talked. You had forgotten to clean his room, due to homework, and he snapped. Luckily though, Chan stopped him before he could do anything more to hurt you. That was the only time he had ever used that tone of voice. 

Except for now, and it terrified you. You felt your throat dry up, your hands get sweaty, your heartbeat race. You were scared, but you felt this rush of adrenaline which had never come this strong. You liked it.

Peering up from the ground, you hesitantly made eye contact with Chan, a burning hatred in his eyes. “I hate it when people call me Chan. You know my goddamn name Y/n, so use it.”

Chris. You couldn’t bring yourself to say it. It was such a common name, but it had an important significance to it. It was the name of the cutest guy on earth, so you couldn’t bring yourself to say it, in fear that you would fall for him more.

“You know I ca—” He pushed your body flat against the wall. You’re chests smashed together.

“I know you can Y/n, and whether or not you think you can, I know you can. Now, baby, say my name.” His breath was hot against your ear, the tip of his nose brushing against your skin. You were intoxicated, entranced, in love. You said it, but not in the way you were hoping.

Letting out a soft moan, you cried, “Fuck Chris, take me.”

Time stopped. The birds stopped singing, the crickets stopped chirping, the guy mowing the lawn nearby ceased the noise. Time sat still, and you immediately regretted it. The two of you stood there a bit, shocked by your answer. You hesitantly gulped, your heart in your mouth. Thinking fast, you pushed your way out of Chris’ grasp.

You couldn’t handle it anymore, you couldn’t look at him again. This was it, this was the e—

You were stopped by Chris pulling you closer to him again, placing your lips on his own plump ones. Oranges. He tasted and smelled like oranges. You waned to kiss him back so desperately, however you held yourself back, confused at his actions.

He pulled away, hand cupping your cheek. He gazed longingly into your eyes. “Y/n, please don’t leave me, okay? You may not understand now, but I can’t live without you. You complete me, Y/n. I love you.”

Your heart skipped a beat, it couldn’t be true, could it? The boy you had a crush on for years confessed to you? Seriously? “No, no, no. That’s not how it’s supposed to go.” You countered.

Chris looked at you, his puppy eyes beaming with confusion.

“No, I was supposed to tell you ‘I love you’ first. That’s how this was going supposed to happen, not the other way around.” You poured everything out in just a split moment.

“Wait, wait. You like me?” Chris let go of you, running his fingers through his hair. 

You shook your head. “‘Love’, you idiot. Yes, I kind of love you.”

Chris rose an eyebrow. “Do you ‘love me’ or do you ‘kind of love me’, Y/n. You have to choose, not say both.”

You blushed, staring at the floor. “I... I love you, Chris.” You fidgeted with your fingers. 

Chris walked over to you, towering over your figure in the school’s parking lot. The faint smell of oranges wafted in the air. 

He chuckled at your flustered state. “So, you love me so much to the point where you want me to—let’s see if I remember correctly—‘take you’?” A permanent smirk stuck to his face.

You stood there, face heating up. Your throat went dry, palms sweaty, heartbeat quickened. Shit.

Chris grabbed you by the waist. He leaned in close to your left ear, “Because if that offer is still on the table, my car isn’t that far from here.” You could feel him smirk against your skin, a jolt of excitement coursed through your veins. You felt your breathing hitch, his fingers tailing up your arm.

“Hell yeah.” 

Chris’ hand grabbed yours firmly, guiding you to the senior parking. Why he parked there, you didn’t know. You didn’t care. He was beside you again, and you shared each other’s feelings, which excited you. “Chris?”

He turned to you, his hand on the handle of the door. Eyebrow raised, he asked: “What’s wrong baby?”

You gulped, heartbeat rising by the second. “Are you okay with this? I mean, I don’t want you to be forced into something you do—” 

He silenced you with a kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist. You pulled him in close, fingers leafing through his curly brown locks. He deepened the kiss, opening the car door and laying you down in the back, not breaking the kiss the whole time. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he closed the door, leaving the two of you alone.

He grabbed your waist tightly, a reaction to you pulling on his hair roughly. You groaned into his lips as he grinded on you, the friction building up. The atmosphere was thick with lust, and you couldn’t help yourself but slightly tug at the hem of his shirt. Thankfully he got the signal and quickly took his shirt off, throwing it in the passenger seat. He grabbed yours shortly after, struggling to take it off for you. Seconds later, Chris gave up, lust getting the best of him. He tore your shirt in half, promising to give you his hoodie afterwards. You giggled as he placed his hand over the clasp of your bra, releasing your girls from the restraints.

You felt yourself get flustered, this has never happened before to you. Even with your previous boyfriends, you never let them go farther than making out, but with Chris you were ready to give yourself to him in a split second. You felt comfortable with him, a bit to comfortable for your liking.

“Chris, I don’t know about th—“ He placed another kiss to your lips, pulling away and eyeing your chest.

“Baby, princess, kitten, I love you to death, you have no fucking idea. If you don’t want to do this now, I completely understand. I’ll wait as long as you want me too. Okay? I’ll put your needs before my own any day.” He looked into your eyes, waiting for you to reject him, but you grabbed him by the cheeks, pulling him into another kiss.

“I can’t wait for you anymore, I love you too much.” He smiled at you, kissing your right cheek, then your left. His lips hovered over your own. You leaned into him, needing his lips. The taste of oranges lingered on your lips as he dove down, prying your bottoms off your legs. You were left only in your peachy lingerie underwear, Chris still clothed from the bottom down.

“Fuck, Chris, I need you to touch me.” You groaned in pain, your core screaming in agony. You needed him, and you needed him now.

You looked into his chocolate brown eyes as he dipped yet lower again. He didn’t break eye contact as he slowly peeled the fabric off your heat, exposing you to the cool air in the car. Your breath hitched as he attacked you, mouth violating you in the most pleasurable of ways. You always knew he had a way with his tongue, but were shocked that it was this amazing.

Your hips buckled towards the roof of the car, you were reaching your peak from just a few minutes. He was that good. He stopped his movements, prying his bottoms off, replacing his tongue with his cock. You gasped, the pressure was unbearable. You dug your nails into his back, adjusting to his length. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, leaving slight love marks all over it, trying your hardest not to scream.

You could feel Chris get to the point of no return. You screamed as he released, collapsing on top of your body, face resting in your chest. Your legs gave out, your hands immediately coming up to Chris’ head, playing with the curls resting upon it. The two of you stayed like that, exposed in the back of a car.

“Baby, I love you, you know that right?” Chris mumbled against your skin. You chuckled quietly.

“I love you too Chris, now I need to get changed or I’m never going to study for my test.” You urged him off of you, earning a pout from the older. 

“What? No! You’re fine!” He sat up as you placed your bra on, grabbing his orange hoodie. 

“Chris, I’m naked.”

“Yeah, and you’re beautiful with and without clothes so stay with me please?” A fond smile grew on his face.

You laughed before throwing his clothes in his direction. “Shut up and take me home you idiot.”

“Only if you become my girlfriend.” He stopped you from opening the door, you being fully clothed and all.

“You still haven’t taken me on a date yet.”

“Shit, you want to do that now? A study date?” He wiggled his eyebrows earning an eyeroll from you. “What?”

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Tulips and Tears || Lee Jeno

⇢ summary: life was normal. life was decent. that was all until a certain, non-normal, young boy came barging into your life whilst you were minding your own normal, decent business. this one interaction, which brought many more, sparked something in you that you never thought would exist. (high school au; fake dating au)

⇢ genre: fluff; romance; angst; alternate universe; one shot

⇢ word count: 5430

⇢ warnings: uwu dropping; lots of tears; mild swearing

⇢ note: this is my first one shot so bare with me here. i’m also not original so here goes nothing.

“Y/n, come on, you never do anything fun with us.”

Your closest friend, Huang Renjun, was calling you one Sunday afternoon. The two of you first met in your shared art class when your teacher decided to partner the two of you up for a project. While working, you happened to click easily. Sure, you had your differences like everyone else, but you seemed a bit relaxed with him, and he with you. That’s when a small friendship blossomed in your boring, monotone life.

“Jun, it’s okay. I don’t want to show up and just make the atmosphere uncomfortable. Please, it’s fine.” You switched your phone from your right ear to your left in the middle of your sentence. Cramps on any body part just made life horred.

You heard the elder sigh in defeat. Pure annoyance from your reply could be heard as he spoke. “Fine. But next time, you have to meet the others. You’d love them. I have to go Y/n. See ya.”

The line ended before you could reply. You placed your phone on your desk while staring at your history notes. Perhaps a break really was needed. Perhaps you should’ve gone with Renjun. Or, perhaps your decision was for the better.

Whether you made the right decision or not, the decision was made. Nothing could be done.

You turned your head and glanced at the electronic clock on your nightstand. It read 2:56 p.m.

Groaning, you threw your head on the desk in front of you. A soft boom echoing in your seemingly empty room.

Perhaps it was for the best?

You slowly opened your eyes. Light from your open windows blinding you. You slowly picked your head up from your desk, disoriented. While scratching your head, further messing up your hair, you looked at the clock. It read 4:34 p.m.

Shit. I’m already so far behind. Great. You thought to yourself. Life can’t get any better than this.

Finally finding the strength to get up, you walked towards the bathroom. Slightly wobbling as you did so.

You looked at your face in the mirror. You looked like you just came out of a horror movie. Eyes dark and tired, hair flying everywhere. You looked almost identical to Anna in Frozen. Sighing, you fixed yourself up and went back into your room to grab your laptop, shoving it into a bag.

Bag around your shoulders, you walked into the living room, seeing that your parents weren’t home. Instead a small note was left on the coffee table.

Left for the store, be back later. Don’t get into any trouble.

XOXO, Mom

A small smile left your lips as you opened the front door to your house. Your feet carried you to your favorite quiet café. You didn’t have to walk far because it was so close to your home.

The café had small, cute tables outside, and since it was such a nice day, you decided to sit out there. Of course after you got your drink and snack first.

You were just about to open the door to the café when you felt an arm wrap itself around your neck. Startled, you turned your head in a panic and saw a sight you didn’t think that you would see.

A teenage boy with black, messy hair and sharp features had wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You had to admit, he was pretty handsome, but you were confused as to what he was doing exactly. A young girl stood nearby. You recognized her from your home ec. class. Kim Jisu was her name.

“See, this is my girlfriend. Jisu, meet Y/n. Y/n, meet Jisu.” His voice was rough and yet sweet as he spoke.

You looked up at him, confused by his manor. He looked at you with eyes that screamed ‘help me’.

“I’m sure she’s your girlfriend. I don’t believe you Jeno, my sweet. So, when this sore joke of a ‘girlfriend’ gets more boring than she already is, then call me.” She blew him a kiss before glaring at you and walking away; dramatically swaying her hips in desperation to be noticed.

As soon as she was out of sight, the teen pulled away from you and bowed so low that you were concerned for his back. “I’m so, so, so, so, so, so, so sorry for putting you in such a situation, Y/n. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

You were startled by his off behavior yet again. You looked at him with curiosity and asked a question that happened to pop up first. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

The boy looked up at you, his face flushed pink. His eyes were wide and heartbroken. He stood up straight and dusted his pants off a bit.

“S-sorry. I should’ve known you wouldn’t recognize me. I’m Jeno. L-lee Jeno. I’m in your biology class.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously.

That’s when you remembered, “Oh! You’re the kid who’s frog exploded during dissection!” You smiled up at him, remembering the fond moment of all your fellow classmates screaming in fear when it’s guts landed on their skin.

“Oh. Um, you remembered that. I really didn’t mean for that to happen. I didn’t even know how that could happen.”

“The frogs were pretty old, and they were in glass jars for the most time. They also happened to be rotting so much that when they came into contact with the oxygen in the air, that the frog’s stomach swelled and exploded. A common mistake that teachers will do. I mean, all the teachers we’ve ever had had bachelors degrees from online, so of course they wouldn’t know the basic fundamentals of decomposition.” You didn’t realize that you were rambling on and on until Jeno’s mouth was hanging wide open. “S-sorry.”

“No! No, it’s alright. I knew you were really smart, but I don’t know you were that smart!” His face lit up like a Christmas tree. His dark eyes sparked and you forgot that you were staring at them.

You snapped out of your daze when you felt your stomach growl. “Sorry, Jeno. It was nice meeting you, but I’ve got to eat.” You turned to open the door yet again when you were stopped, but this time, it was a strong hand that grabbed your wrist.

You turned around to see a large veiny hand holding your wrist. That hand was connected to a very fit Jeno. His eyes widened in shock at his own actions.

He pulled back immediately. “S-sorry. Um, I need your help.” His gaze was down at his hands, which were now fiddling with each other. He seemed uncomfortable being in your presence, yet his aura was so confident that you couldn’t help but hold your breath.

You didn’t reply to his statement, which made him look up. He searched your face for a motivation to continue. His gaze fell on your glittering, y/e/c eyes. The two of you stood like that, in front of the coffee shop for about a minute before he shook his head and continued himself.

“Listen, I’m so sorry for immediately pretending like we were dating, but I had to get myself out of that fast. She’s been following me around since the third grade and I can’t stand it anymore. She’s never left me alone, I think that was the first time in a long time. Listen, I need you to continue this for just a month or so, so that she can leave me alone. I can’t sleep at night anymore. I…I need your help.” He looked at you with pleading eyes.

You were shocked at the words that came out of his mouth. You had only really just gotten to know him, and now he’s asking for you to be his fake girlfriend. You felt your heart beat faster and faster, your chest swelled, you couldn’t breathe.

“I’m…I’m sorry. Excuse me.” You opened the door to the empty café, but was stopped by something in the corner of your eyes. You looked back at your classmate in horror.

Lee Jeno, one of the hottest guys at your school (even considered by teachers), was sitting on his knees, hands folded in front of his chest in a pleading manner. He was begging you, begging you for you to go along with being his ‘girlfriend’.

You couldn’t believe his childish manner, and ushered him to stand up.

“Fine! Fine! I’ll do it, just stop it before someone sees wh--”

A pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist before pulling towards a very firm chest. You were being hugged, by Lee Jeno. Lee Jeno! Before you could react, he pulled away with an adorable eye smile. “Oh my god, thank you so much Y/n, you won’t regret this!”

He looked at you for another second before running off to the right. He had just hit the corner and was about to turn, when he stopped, looked back at you and ran back to you.

Confused, you stared at his bizarre manner until he reached you. When he caught up to you, he placed his hands on his knees and panted for about a minute, catching his breath. He finally looked back at you, “Hey, I...I forgot to ask you, but, can I ask you for your number, I mean, I don’t know how else I can be able to contact you. So...um…”

Yeah, here, let me just ge--” You froze, hand in your back pocket. “I forgot my phone at home. B-but I remember my number, so I can write it down for you.” You let go of the door and walked back to your outdoors table, surprised that your laptop and belongings still there.

You grabbed a notebook, scribbled your number onto a random page, ripped it out, folded it and gave it to the dark haired teen.

“Thanks Y/n. I’ll see you around.” And with that, he was gone.

~The Next Day~

The hallways were filled with high school students with a purpose, to either graduate, or to find a significant other. Sometimes both, sometimes neither. It just depends on the person. Some kids wanted to get to the top of the social status, but that didn’t always happen. There was one certain kid though, who walked the halls with another purpose: to somehow sell that she was somehow dating one of the most popular kids at school. That kid was you, and you were lost.

Telling your mother would not be the best idea, for she would probably treat him like her future son-in-law. You considered asking Renjun, but you knew that he was just an acquaintance and that he probably couldn’t help you. So, you kept it in, watching videos online for some dating tips. However, the biggest thing is kissing. Of course, the thing to sell that you were dating him was for you to kiss him, and that was a big problem.

You’ve never kissed anyone before.

Naturally, you were sure that he’s had experience before, so this would be super awkward for you and hilarious for him. You were sure to be the laughing stock of the school. Only, there was something worse. Kim Jisu was a b+ student, loved by most of the school’s faculty, which meant that when she beat up someone for no concrete reason, she would be given a two minute talk and no referrals, detentions, or suspensions of any kind.

You would be dead meat by the end of the week.

Fumbling with your locker, you felt a hand on your shoulder, which made you jump.

“Renjun! You scared me! Don’t do that!” You gripped your backpacks’ strap tightly, trying to calm your racing heart.

He cackled loudly, leaning on the locker beside yours. He wiped a tear from his eyes, “Oh, that was too much. Sorry Y/n, I just had too, you know how much that brightens my day. Anyway, have you seen Mr. Seo’s work assignments? I swear he’s going to kill me before the holidays.”

You grabbed your bag before closing the locker door with a BANG!

“Yeah. Why in the world does he need us to write a twenty page biography on Shakespeare? And couldn’t he have made the deadline in two weeks and not in three days? I’m swamped enough as it is.” The two of you walked to your third class of the day, art.

“I get it. And Mr. Moon had to give us a whole thirty page math packet due this friday. We just got back from our weekend break. Come on.”

The elder opened the door for you before you walked inside. The room was arranged with the teacher’s desk at the front of the room, with a chalkboard behind it. The student desks were in pairs, where you and Renjun walked to the middle of the room for your next assignment. Hopefully it wouldn’t be anything too crazy.

When Mr. Qian walked into the room, your crazy class started yet again.

“Alright class, your new assignment is due Thursday, and be sure to team up with your partners and not copy anything from online. Do you hear me Mr. Park?” Your teacher questioned the blonde freshman at the front of the room.

“Yes sir.”

The bell rang, indicating that class was now over, and into your fourth period, which was luckily a free period.

You were gathering your stuff when the chinese boy who sat next to you asked, “So, Y/n, when are you going to come with my friends and I? There’s only four of us in total and I’m sure you’d love them. Please? I promise you, you won’t regret it.”

You sighed, accepting defeat. You have refused to keep your life an open book for the longest time, and finally, it caught up to you.

“Sure. I can hang out with you soon.” You smiled sweetly before watching your friend jump up and down in joy.

“Yes! Finally! The guys have been dying to meet you! How about this weekend? If you don’t have any plans of course.” The warning bell rang.

“Sure, sure! Now hurry up and get to class before you’re tardy.” You put your bag on your shoulders, leaving the room without another word.

The hallways were somewhat crowded. Fourth period was the one just before lunch, so most kids were hiding in the bathrooms eating lunch so that they could use their actual lunch time to catch up on homework and assignments. Sure it was gross, but you have to do what you have to do.

The hallways began to narrow as you walked to the more abandoned side of the school, the one where druggies and burn outs would stay for ninety percent of the day. There was one room that no one dared to enter because a science teacher stabbed himself in the heart in the middle of class back in 1987. Everyone believed that the room was haunted, so that left you an empty classroom to do your assignments.

The classroom was somewhat clean besides the thick layer of dust on the desks and the bleach stain in the carpet near the chalkboard.

You sat at the only non-dusty desk in the room and opened up your laptop, starting on Mr. Seo’s project. You had just gotten done with the first page when the door opened, startling you.

You hid your face behind the screen of the laptop, refusing to meet eyes with the figure at the door. Just because you stayed in a haunted classroom for and hour and a half every day doesn’t mean that you don’t believe in them.

Hesitantly, you looked up from the screen to see something you weren’t expecting.

“Y/n? Is that you?” Lee Jeno.

“O-oh.” You straightened your posture before tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Yeah. I guess you found my hiding place.”

“Is this where you stay all period?” He silently closed the door behind him before brushing the desk in front of you and making himself comfortable upon the wood.

“Pretty much. I never really get any peace and quiet so, this is the best option.” You gazed into his eyes, dark brown orbs that couldn’t be read. What was he thinking?

“Well, can I join you for a little?” He shifted a little bit, making sure that the structure beneath him wouldn’t give in at the last moment.

“I guess, I mean, you’re already sitting down.” You closed your laptop, interested in the conversation at hand. Your hands supported your head while your elbows rested on the device. You tilted your head at him, indirectly asking him, ‘So what are you doing here exactly?’.

He noticed your action. “Oh, sorry. I was looking for you, um, I kind of wanted to ask you if you could sit with me at lunch, just pretend that we’re dating. That might start it off. She’ll get off my back if you’re a bit clingy, so...clingy is good. B-but not too clingy.” He let his feet dangle off the edge of the desk, kicking them. “So, maybe I can go to my friends and you can walk in after and sit down where Jisu usually sits. She’ll get the picture.”

“I think I’ve got this. I mean, I used to take acting lessons in junior high, so I think I can do this. You can count on me, I guess.” You scratched the back of your neck.

He grinned at you, “I know. Trust me, I honestly think that you’re the perfect girl for the job, hands down.”

You sat there, staring at him, you’re heartbeat getting louder and louder by the second. This has never happened to you before. Why was you’re nervous and circulatory systems going out of wack?

“Are you alright? You don’t look so good.” Jeno stood up from his seat, walked over to you and placed his hand on your forehead, checking your temperature. “You’re kind of warm. Do you want me to take you to the nurse’s office?”

You stood up abruptly, “N-no! I’m fine, I swear.”

The bell rang.

Shit, this is really going to happen. Gathering your belongings, you walked over to the door, the boy behind you.

“So, I know this is going to be tough, so I’ll make it up to you when this passes, okay? I feel really bad.” Jeno walked beside you, hands in his pockets, his bag slung over his shoulder. The first button to his uniform was undone, his tie loose around his neck.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. It’s nothing re-” A finger placed itself softly on your lips.

“Hey, I insist. If you don’t take this, I’ll never forgive you.” His finger removed itself from your pink lips.

“If you say so Je-no-fun.” You smiled at your little joke before your face dropped at the sight of him.

His mouth was left open in shock, tears welled up in his eyes. He quickly wiped them before they fell down his cheeks. “That is the first time anyone has ever said a joke that golden before. Bless your heart Y/n.”

You chuckled silently, “Come on dork.”

The two of you reached the lunchroom, which consisted of half the population eating and the other half working on assignments. Jeno looked at you before shooting two thumbs up before sitting down with his friends. You looked over and saw Jisu getting her lunch. You usually bring your food from home, so before she left to sit down with him, you took a deep breath and strutted over to him.

When you were sure she was watching you from behind you, you went up to Jeno and pecked him. Right on the cheek. You could feel the atmosphere darken as you sat down to his right.

“Hi baby.” You smiled at him and winked. You could feel your ears redden a bit at your own actions, but what else could you do in that moment to ‘claim your territory’?

You were just getting your lunch out when you heard a female voice clear her throat behind you. Nervous, the whole table, including you, turned to Jisu, who had a few veins popping out of her forehead and neck.

“Sorry to bother you, but I sit there. Not you.” She may have tried to say a sweet sentence, but she spat it out at you like you were a rodent.

“Oh, well, I kind of want to sit next to my boyfriend. You can sit across from us though.” You tried to keep your voice steady and calm, but felt more reassured when Jeno placed his hand on yours.

“It’s fine Jis. Just sit across from us.” Jeno looked at her with innocent eyes, which you noticed. Sneaky little bastard.

She clenched her jaw in annoyance and placed her food across from the elder. You had survived the first few minutes and it was already too much. You have to go through a whole month or more of this.

The brunette took a seat across from you guys. She was pretty tiny, around 5’2”. Her dark brown hair came all the way down to her waist. Jisu’s hands were littered with rings and bracelets. The hot pink nail polish hurt your eyes.

Her gaze pierced into your soul, making everyone at the table uncomfortable.

The lunchroom went silent for a few moments, a single pin could be heard at all corners. The noises resumed after someone coughed in the very back.

Jisu never softened or lowered her gaze on you, making you turn to Jeno, trying to look away from her. “Did you get the text I sent you? About my parents going on a business trip this weekend?” You looked at the teen with innocent eyes, trying to see if he could tell where you were going with the conversation.

He smiled at you, eyes shaping into half moons, “Yeah, I talked to my mom and she said it was fine that you could stay over.”

“Oh, you’re a lifesaver!” You pecked his cheek, confused at your actions once again. This whole lying this was coming way too natural.

You could see his cheeks get pink, “Anything for you baby.”

You’re heart fluttered at his words. No one has ever said something like this to you. You gazed at him a few seconds more. He had just became engaged in another conversation across the table. His eyelashes were so long and dark, the mole under his eye fit so perfectly on his face. His nose was the perfect size. His li-- no. Stop.

You looked back at your food, ready to eat, when you noticed that Jeno’s hand was still clutching onto yours. Silently, you removed your hand from his, feeling the warmth leave yours. He noticed, but didn’t draw any attention to it, placing his hand on the table. 

You started on your food when someone ran over to the table. He was around the same size as Jeno, perhaps a little chubbier. His hair was a bright orange, which shockingly complemented his lightly sun kissed skin. “Hey, gonna borrow this a bit bro, sorry. Nice chick.”

He winked at you before grabbing Jeno’s backpack. Within second of him arriving, he left.

The boy who was just stollen from shook his head and laughed. “Hyuck probably didn’t do his assignment again. Typical.”

Lunch had just ended and you were grabbing your stuff, but you were interrupted by a voice.

“Hey, Y/n,” You looked up at Jeno when he covered his voice, “Nice acting today. I owe you. Coffee after school?”

You stood up, backpack wrapped around your shoulders. Is he being serious? If anything, you need a break before your head implodes from stress, then explodes from the stress of imploding.

However, you nodded, “Sure. The coffee shop from yesterday?” You had to strain your neck to look up at him.

“Sure. Just meet me at the school’s front doors. Bye Y/n.” He winked before running off in the opposite direction.

It’s been a month. A month since you and Jeno started ‘dating’, and life honestly couldn’t be any better. The two of you would study together and pretend that it would be a date so people didn’t think it was too suspicious. Both of you were brought up to the top of the school, academically and socially.

Renjun introduced you to his friends Jaemin, Donghyuck(the guy from lunch), and surprisingly Jeno. All the more reason to keep pretend dating. However, you and Jeno agreed that when the dating contract ends, that you’d end it on good terms from Renjun’s sake.

However, since this whole secret came about, you couldn’t help but fall for Jeno more and more everyday. It’s been tough keeping it in when the only thing you would do was flirt and share quick pecks on anything but your lips. You both agreed that too much PDA would be unnecessary, and since you weren’t really dating, that fully kissing was too much. Especially since you were only faking it.

Since it’s been a month and because Jisu has cut herself out of Jeno’s life, you believed that it was time for the two of you to end what was happening. Sure it would be hard for you, but he couldn’t like you back. He’s a god in an eighteen-year-old’s body.

Sighing, you looked at yourself in the mirror, fitted for the last month of spring. You couldn’t help but feel your chest falling. Never in the world did you imagine falling in love in high school. It was too cliché for you, but yet here you are, in love with the kid you never imagined you could talk to.

Taking a deep breath in, you walked to school, cherry blossoms finally falling off their trees, expressing that their time was up. Perhaps you were a cherry blossom too, finishing your journey. Perhaps this would be the only thing in life for you. This might be the only spontaneous thing for you. How could you go on after this? Could you go on after this? You never realized how much he meant to your life. He became closer to you than Renjun, you’re first friend.

“She doesn’t mean anything.”

You stopped in your tracks. Imagining him expressing his true feelings for you. He never felt anything for you. You were just a hunk of meet to be tossed around. This was nothing for him. Your only job was to do his dirty work.

“I’m serious. Nothing at all.”

That wasn’t your head imagining things, that was someone talking. The voice sounded so much like his though. You were on the main road, where anyone could walk and talk about how ‘she was nothing at all’; but only one person that you knew of had a similar voice  and situation as your fake boyfriend. He was your fake boyfriend.

Looking around, you didn’t see anyone on a call, until you say a figure in front of  you. He wasn’t facing you, but you knew it was him.

“Will you fucking listen to me for once! Just accept it and leave it alone.” He hung up. 

Before you could react, he turned around, making direct eye contact with him. You were angry, sad, betrayed, rejected. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you get more angry at how even blurry, he looked handsome. You felt tears stream down your cheeks. 

Jen started back at you, shocked that you were there. You usually arrive later, however today was not the case.

Overwhelmed by emotions, you turned around and ran back home, regretting even looking at him. You wished everything was normal, that you were back to only talking to Renjun, that you had never met Donghyuck, Jaemin, and especially Jeno.

God, Jeno. The name made you gag in disgust. How could you even imagine falling for him? You knew you were smarter than that. Life was so much better without them. No having to worry about Jisu ever beating you up. Never having to take time out of your day to hang out with Jeno’s obnoxious friends. No Jeno.

If only you could go back in time with Doc Brown’s Delorean and fix everything.

You reached home and slammed the door shut. Leaning on the back of the door and crying. You cried until it hurt to continue. You cried so much that you became Alice. You cried so much that you ran out of tears to cry with. 

Hours had passed when you remembered that you had school that day. Standing up, you grabbed a tissue before calling your school, claiming that you were sick, just so that they knew why you weren’t there that day. How could you tell your mom? She’d flip if she found out you stayed home.

After hanging up on the faculty, you turned on the television, playing your favorite telenovela. You had just grabbed a bucket of your favorite dessert when there was a knock at the door.

You weren’t going to answer it until you remembered that you ordered another BTS album and that it was suppose to be here today.

Openning the door, you didn’t come face to face with the mailman, but to the last face you wanted to see.

Lee Jeno.

Frowning, you slammed the door in his face, but he stopped it before it could close. “Listen Y/n, please. I messed up.”

You opened the door again, arms crossed at your chest. “What do you want.”

He gulped before shoving a bouquet of yellow tulips in your face. “Their your favorite. So is strawberry shortcakes and watching Teresa when you need to cry. I know that you only love the the fourth, fifth, and sixth Star Wars movies. The new ones and prequels were terrible so you don’t associate with them. It’s the same thing with the Percy Jackson movies. You call them ‘Perry Johnson’, or something. What I’m trying to get at here is that we may have started this whole thing to get Jisu off my back, but I’ve had a crush on you since the third grade. Nothing can compare to you Y/n. God, every time I look at you, I have to restrain myself from kissing you. You’re beautiful, sparkly eyes; your silly habit of sticking your tongue out when you’re concentrated; how your eyebrow twitches slightly when you lie. Every little flaw and perfection about you makes me fall in love with you a hundred times more. You are my world.

“I didn’t mean for you to hear that. Donghyuck knew about our secret and I had to play that I didn’t like you. Please Y/n, believe me. God, please, forgive me. I love you too much to let go of you. I love you, Y/n.”

You felt the tears spring again to your eyes.

“I love you too, Jeno. I can’t believe that this whole thing has gotten to me. I’m sorry.” You wiped your tears, grabbing the flowers and smelling their sweetness.

“No, it was me. I was an asshole. Also, this was at the door, so.” He held up an Amazon package. 

You smiled, “My album. Want to open it with me you cheesy pizza?”

He chuckled at your new nickname for him, “Only if you put subtitles on Teresa, you know I don’t understand Spanish.”

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NCT Things I Think About Daily

AN: No idea why I came up with this but here we go.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

Haechan kissing Johnny’s neck on a vlive for 30 seconds

“Oh Daddy~”

“FAT KUN!”

Lucas Bieber

Jisung Eating Octopus

MC ARI

“Hot and sexy~ Look at that~”

“We’re the foreign swaggers”

Dolphin laugh

Hachan grabbing the Mark-booty

Johnny and Jaehyun dancing to ‘New Face’

Johnny speaking Spanish with that tongue of his

Haechan’s chocolate abs

“shE haS a boYfrienD”

Pudu

Ten stretching

Mark v. Seat Belt

Chenille breaking tables

Haechan almost setting the kitchen on fire

All Yuwin moments

Haechan not being in a girl group

Bunny Doyoung

“I can do it... I can do it...”

“oh yOU arE NanA?”

Johnny dancing to “Kissing you”

NCT in a haunted house

kimchi iroKE?!

Mark’s worm eyebrows

NCT eating lemons

Hanbok brothers

Cicada Taeyong

“Because I’m Chenle”

Jeno and his snazzy guitar skills

Try not to laugh

Vroom vroom talk show

Johnny being Johnny

Hanchi dochi sechi nechi ppukkuppang

“Helooooo Johnnyyy~”

Salt Bae Jisung

ty track ty track

“Body like an hourglass”

Mark drinking in general

Chensung fake crying

Johnny’s fashion evaluation

“Oh shit, I dropped it”

NCT trying to be sexy

JohnJae doing push ups while listening to Rihanna’s S&M in the back

Zhong Jisung

Park Chenle

Chitaprrr death

Mark’s not famous in canada

NCT singing portuguese in a spanish country

Haechan’s Michael Jackson impressions

“Teddy bear jelly”

“Mark is going through puberty”

Jaehyun’s greek god body

Jisung’s lemon dance challenge

“Yoooooo Dream!”

“*achoo* YESS!!!”

“Sing, sang, sung”

Jeffery

“Naege Neoppuniyaaaa”

“You see it, You see it, It’s legend”

Yuta grinding up on a minion

Taeyong dancing to “Bubble Pop”

Jisung hitting Haechan

Markhyuck fight 2k17

The water balloon not popping

Winwin not appreciating Yuta’s love

Haechan the queen of aegyo

Haechan trying to sing his verse in dunk shot but chensung decides to mess with him so he gets up to beat their asses

“Ama-john”

“John’s banana”

*honk* “hello?”

SKRT! “skArUt”

“LUCAS!”

“gEOkjEonGHajI mA”

Lucas’s white chicks laugh

“i’M JOhnNy”

“where’s my hair?”

“Very Hot”

Johnny and Taeyong are MCR fans

“da visiON”

@lemonybaby67

Stray Kids MTL to be into Someone Older or Younger

Disclaimer: This is all based on my personal opinion. Thank you.

Most

Jisung

Woojin

Seungmin

Changbin

Felix

Minho

Chris

Hyunjin

Jeongin

Least

@lemonybaby67

● about me ●

Just some basic things about your basic girl.

Basics

Y’all can call me Lemon

kinda lowkey bisexual

Gryffindor // INTJ // Libra // Bastet

Aesthetic wanna be

Your typical blondie

Don’t question me lol

i call everyone “babe” so don’t @ me

K-pop

Basics

I got into kpop in 2016

The first song I ever listened to was EXO’s Monster

I’m a huge NCT stan (mostly dream)

There’s really not a lot to say

i’m actually obsessed with skz’s miroh album rn and i cant

Biases

Ult! Bias: Mark Lee

Astro’s Minhyuk

Ateez’s Yunho

B.A.P.’s Yongguk (babe rip)

BLACKPINK’s Lalisa

Block B’s Jiho

BTS’s Hoseok

CLC’s Yeeun

Day6′s Jaehyung

EXO’s Chanyeol

(G)I-DLE’s Soyeon

GOT7′s Jackson

iKon’s Hanbin

ITZY’s Yeji

KARD’s Matthew

MOMOLAND’s Hyebin

MONSTA X’s Wonho

NCT U’s Jungwoo

NCT 127’s Johnny

NCT Dream’s Jaemin

Pentagon’s Hyojong

Red Velvet’s Yerim

Seventeen’s Hansol

SF9’s Inseong

Stray Kids’ Felix

Super Junior’s Donghae

TWICE’s Jungyeon

WayV’s Hendery

WINNER’s Jinwoo

Albums I Own

NCT 2018 - Empathy [Dream ver.]

Stray Kids - I am NOT [I AM ver.]

NCT Dream - We Young

NCT Dream - We Go Up

ATEEZ - [Treasure EP.1: All to Zero]

Lightsticks I Own

NCT/WAYV (if they’re even giving wayv one cuz sm is being a bitch)