10:18PM — Yukhei’s Eyes Are Shining When He Spots Your Waiting Figure Backstage, Adrenaline Still

neptune’s atlantis.

Never underestimate a lady.

pairing :: jung jaehyun x reader genre :: fluff, action / pirate au word count :: 3,099 words warnings :: mentions of blood author’s note :: due to @winetae asking me for a jaehyun fic for months and then a pirate au last night, this finally happened. my knowledge of pirates is limited to peter pan and potc, so this is not historically accurate ↳ originally titled: “argh ye a fine swashbucklin’ lad” / “the jeffery roger”

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First created: November 2020  |  Last updated: January 2021

Finally! It was long due to make one after being on here for quite a while and have so many fictions that I love and want to read again. Check the warnings to make sure you’ll be comfortable reading it (like gore, blood, mental health, death mention). All smut free, except a pinch of it in a few from what I can recall. 

I finally decided to make a section for shorter oneshots after reading some super good ones (I’ll add more here once I get a chance to, for now here are my favourites).

All Taeyong fictions… I love him so much! Enjoy!

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《2:21am》 - Sungchan

The dormitory was quiet and dark as everyone fell into a deep slumber, their bodies giving into the exhaustion they had endured through the past few months of gruelling practice and recordings.

With the recent debut of NCT 2020, the group could only anticipate a far busier schedule in the coming days and although previously, they had been prone to late nights, it was now a rare sight to see anyone up past 2 in the morning. Yet, there was a dull glow of light emitted from a far corner in the room, hidden from the sleeping figures. 

Sungchan stared at his phone, the light illuminating his face as he flopped to his side and away from the rest. Huddled in his bed, he should be comfortable yet in his heart, he was anything but that. The anxiety and anticipation coursing through his veins were unreal as he held on shakily onto his phone.

It has been about 8 hours since the release of ‘Misfit’, the very first NCT music video he actually featured in. Although the internet was flooded with praise about his performance, Sungchan was only hanging on to a certain’s someone’s opinions.

Yours.

Why hadn’t you replied? Did you not like it? But you said you were looking forward to it!

He pouted sadly as he watched the seconds tick by. Maybe you had forgotten about his debut. 

Just as he was about to turn in for bed, his phone pinged with a notification which shocked him so suddenly that he almost fell off his bed.

I’m sorry this is so late but I just watched the ‘Misfit’ music video! It was so amazing, you looked really handsome and cool! I’m proud of you, Sungchan! 💖💖

“Y/N LIKED IT!” He couldn’t help but scream, the joy exploding within him, rousing the sleepy groans of the other members in the room.

“We know you’re whipped for y/n, we all do but could you maybe take this outside? Some of us actually need sleep.”

rooftop fight | prologue.

“when the day comes, we will dress up in suits and start a fight on the top floor on a rainy day”

no cuz my dumbass really tried to poke on the recaptcha thing and i thought it was a pic so i got really hooked when it worked but then soon realized it was a gif.

°D–3 . . . ⚠︎ sir, i'm afraid that is very much illegal. ⌫

[21:18]

twinkling are the stars in the sky like the hearts on fire in 𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻’s eyes as you play with his hands, warm in comparison of the light silver of his rings. you swing your legs on either side of the magnolia you climbed on and it’s very cute, from his view. it shows the childishness you still have in the depth of your caring soul, pure, innocent.

despite the darkness, the stars illuminate the pink dust on your cheeks and the curve in your lips, a few tears swimming at the brim and threatening to spill out. you’re just cold, he knows, but he still wants to pull you so close there’s nothing left between you except the pounding of your hearts and the mingling of your shortened breaths as he murmurs how wrecked he is for you.

baby, i love you. no, fuck, haechan is so bad at this. he ruffles the chocolate locks sitting in a mess on his head and presses his palm against your cheek, his eyes flickering in nervousness as he bites his lip to calm himself down. the tips of his fingers caress the fragile petals of the flower resting on top of your ear, and he almost feels your pulse working harder to get heard by his yearning for love heart.

angel, sweetheart, darling, honey, pumpkin, cutie, little bean, sparkle ... which one should he use to confess that the butterflies inside him are choking him as the time passes and he hasn’t made you his precious one yet ?

“hey, dumbass- ” - shit. good start, haechan. way to get it.

the glimmer in the sky flickers into your eyes once you look up, your bangs flying into the chilly wind to fall across your face and he can’t resist the temptation of pushing them away. he’s mesmerized by your puffy lips, the roundness of your cheeks, everything, every single thing about you.

“yes, hyuck ?” and there goes the little nickname that heats his flesh into a puddle.

“i - i shouldn’t have started, you know anyways, it’s not like you’re stupid or anything.” he bites on his words like he was afraid to actually say that... he’s in love ? for the first time ever, no matter how many panties he’s got in a twist during his on-going fuckboy years.

the laughter pouring from your lips is like a soft mix of the most gracious melodies, one he’s fallen asleep to when even the darkness of his room couldn’t do so. haechan didn’t think a shy, cute and innocent creature like you would make the first move. you, who wore the cutest sparkles in your eyes, the prettiest pink on your cheeks and the most knee-bending pout on your lips. never in the ten years of knowing you, he thought you’d be the one to truly grasp is soul with the snap of your fingers.

your hands wandered along his thighs as they shook with so many emotions, ripping a few strings off his dark jeans, gasping at the taste of his cherry lips and how soft they felt on yours. even as the rain started to pour, your fingertips trailing along his chest, he never stopped kissing you. he gripped your waist and pulled you into his lap, murmuring under his breath that he’s been in love with you for ages, apologizing that he’s never had the courage to tell you.

when you broke away, the realization hit you deep ; haechan has never been your bestfriend, he was your soulmate ♡

been there done that. im gonna cry brb

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2:37 pm — chenle has everything. he has an expensive car, a magnificent mansion he treats as a home, dozens of butlers who answer his every beck and call – he has a more than lavish lifestyle. he attends one of the most prestigious institutions in the country and has a long list of impressive extra curriculars and scholarships.

however, every time he tries to snatch the attention of the quiet student who enjoys to linger in the library after school, and is met with a blank stare along with a polite refusal – why does his heart feel so empty?