NCT ALBUM & CONCERT PLAN

NCT ALBUM & CONCERT PLAN

June

- NCT DREAM Seoul Encore Concert <THE DREAM SHOW2: In YOUR DREAM>

- Start of pre-release promotions for DREAM's 3rd full-length album

- WayV fanmeeting tour <2023 WayV Fanmeeting Tour [Phantom]>

- Release of Taeyong's solo mini-album <SHALALA>

July

- NCT 127 7th Anniversary Fanmeeting

- NCT DREAM South America Tour <THE DREAM SHOW2: In YOUR DREAM>

- Release of NCT DREAM 3rd full-length album

- WayV Fanmeeting Tour <2023 WayV Fanmeeting Tour [Phantom]>

August

- NCT 4th full-length album

- NCT full group concert <NCT NATION>

September

- NCT full group concert <NCT NATION>

- Start of pre-release promotions for NCT 127's 5th full-length album

October

- Release of NCT 127's 5th full-length album

- Start of pre-release promotions for WayV's 2nd full-length album (expected)

- Release of WayV's 2nd full-length album (expected)

November

- NCT 127 NEW CONCERT

- NCT DREAM Mini Album (expected)

- WayV China Showcase Tour (expected)

December

- NCT 127 Special Album (expected)

Translated by NCTDAOYlNG

Seventeen never fails to make a banger!!! Fear is soooooo good!!!

I would post more, but the screams that were coming out of my mouth were embarrassing 😞🥰

This is written so beautifully!!😫

launch | mark lee

word count: 25,916 (yikes)

genre: astronaut!au, 1960′s au, angst, fluff, some suggestive content but nothing too crazy, adventure, husband!au, father!au

warnings: death, near death experiences, a lot of crying, emotional baggage

author’s note: hi again!! so im back with a new fic!!i wanna start off by saying that this fic is not meant to belittle anyone’s accomplishments, even though it is based on real events this work is pure fiction, and should be taken as such. I hope you guys like this fic and i know its very long so if you get to the end just know that i love haha thank you!! also, its very possible that tublr will crash if this is opened n mobile so im sorry about that

synopsis: ever since he was a young boy, mark’s dream was to be the first man on the moon. along his journey to accomplish his dream, he finds there are many hardships would have to face in order to succesfully complete his mission and come back home to the love of his life.

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sugar and salt: the game of trust ;; lmk

pairing: mark lee x fem! reader genre: dystopian, sci-fi, survival ; action, angst wc: 12k (12.941) warnings: mentions of death and near-death experiences, gore, the criminal law works differently in this universe because i simply said so! a/n: this story is very briefly inspired by squid game and the hunger games! also thank you to izzy @decembermoonskz and nur @y0imyas for the advice with the banner haha ily taglist: @ontothe–next​

THIS FIC IS A PART OF THE GAME OF SURVIVAL COLLAB HOSTED BY TOFFEE @neo-shitty ! thank you for hosting this collab, I had a lot of fun with this <3

in a game of trust, you and mark lee compete for 1 million dollars- just the right amount of money that could solve all of your problems. the rules of the game are simple: after completing three challenges, all carefully crafted to test your trust with your partner, the team that trusts each other completely, wins. you think you’ve got it all under your control and there’s no way you and mark aren’t the best candidates, however, you find out you’ve been wrong. because you know what they say– don’t trust everything you see. even salt looks like sugar.

Staring out the window, seeing nothing but a dark cast of shadows of the night behind the glass, your body jolts up and down in the seat so smoothly you almost think the bus is not moving on the road, but is rather levitating along the street. The whole setting looks almost futuristic– you’ve never seen anything like it. 

The bus seeps into your senses in a dark blue color, pearl-white seats settled one after another on the blue floor, pairs of people sitting in every single one, not one seat left empty and vacant. Everyone’s wearing dark-blue jumpsuits with a golden logo embroidered onto the right chest pocket, four words burning into your eyes with a sense of strange uncertainty. The game of trust; gold on blue, almost royal-like combination decorating your uniform, much like everyone else’s in here. It gives the whole process a deep sense of solidarity. You’re all on the same level here. It doesn’t matter what background you come from. Nobody ever asked, after all.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY XIAOJUN! ♡