ARCANE | CH.11 | NCT DREAM X READER

ARCANE | CH.11 | NCT DREAM X READER

Summary: When you decided to apply for a researcher post in an elusive institute, you already had the feeling that you’ll be getting yourself knee-deep into something out of the ordinary. But desperate needs require desperate measures, and so you embraced the invite, despite all the alarm signals urging you to run away. What you found out was nothing you’d ever expected.

Seven boys.

Seven human deviants granted with abilities tied to the legendary Arcana Cards.

Welcome to Project Dream.

Pairing: Various Dream Members x Reader

Trigger Warnings/Themes: violence, torture, trauma, very slight yandere themes, poly dynamics, suggestive themes, language, psychological, mystery, sci-fi. Romance will take a little bit of a backseat on this one since this is more of a suspense-driven plot, but it will still be threaded in the overall story. The concept of the tarot or Arcana cards will be loosely used throughout the series. Note that I am not a trained doctor so there may be some slips here and there about medical things. Again, this is a work of fiction and I am not implying any likeness between the characterization here of the boys to their real life counterparts. I also reserve the rights to all my work—I do not post anywhere else other than tumblr. Minors DNI.

> CH. 1 | CH. 2 | CH.3 | CH.4 | CH.5 | CH.6 | CH.7 | CH.8 | CH.9 | CH.10

Chapter Song:

Run Boy Run > Woodkid

“Here… Have some water.”

You blindly reached out for the glass that Ten pushed towards you from across the table. Numbly, you watched as your pale fingers wrapped around it, the cold seeping into your skin like painful pinpricks. The hubbub of the coffee shop around you sounded like white noise to your ears, a complete contrast of the deafening silence from the two men sitting in front of you now. Hell, you didn’t even realize that you called them during the mess of everything that has happened in the last two hours, but here you are, staring numbly at nothing in particular as both waited for you to speak. 

“Hey… are you okay? You’re not hurt anywhere are you?” Kun asked carefully after a few more seconds of silence. You flinched despite the gentleness of his voice and raised your eyes to finally meet his.

“It’s okay. You don’t need to talk first, we just wanted to make sure you aren’t in pain or—”

“I think Cypher has my father.”

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— SIMPLIFY ROMANCE *̥ nct dream 00 line [series]

You can try to simplify romance— reduce it to a touch, call it odd attraction, a pull of a magnet... but what if you're in love?

Everyone's story is different. One starts with a last resort decision, another one sparks from a petty argument, while some find the one by a total accident and the most lucky ones find love in their best friend... What do all of the boys in those stories have in common? They're completely, utterly smitten with their special someone, and while some are more casual about it, some go above and beyond to impress the girl of their dreams.

Sprawled across the couch of Liu Yangyang’s basement, passing along bottles of beer and laughing to themselves, there’s a group of people enjoying their Friday evening. The low melody of the music playing in the background is loud enough to make you move your head to the beat of the drums, yet still quiet enough to not disturb the conversation going on as the friend group decides to play a round of every college student’s dream game– Truth or dare.

“Renjun! Truth or dare,” Yangyang perks up from his place, occupying the bean bag in the very corner of the room. 

“Truth,” the latter hums, too lazy to actually stand up from his place on the old, cigarette-smelling sofa in case of getting a dare that requires being active.

“What’s the most over the top thing you’ve done to get a girl?” 

The boy chuckles, rolling his eyes as his gaze drifts to the girl sitting on his right, the feeling of being exposed creeping up his cheeks in embarrassment; he wonders if he can play off his flushed cheeks as being too drunk and not at all flustered. Sighing, he shakes his head as he prepares to answer, already getting ready for the amount of teasing that will surely come next, knowing how his friends are, grabbing every possible opportunity to laugh at someone.

And while they all have every right to tease and poke fun at him for his love story, the knowledge that one day, they were just as down bad as he was back then brings him courage as he tells the truth; because as long as he’s aware, there are people in this circle who have acted way more dramatic than him in the process of getting the girl of their dreams to like them…

Everyone’s story is different, but you know what they all have in common? 

They’ve all been utter simps for a special someone before. 

✲ 01. blondes are done with fun — huang renjun.

a rumor has it that the popular couple in town broke up after years of being together. having to share your favorite seat in class with the male part of said relationship, you try to find out how to make your heartbroken project partner warm up to you— or— huang renjun goes blonde when he's sad.

journalism student! renjun x fem! journalism student! reader

genre. college au, acquaintances to lovers. fluff, comedy, angst, smut.

wc. 30k

✲ 02. take the stairs — na jaemin.

after having an unexpected guest witness the neverending quarrels with your roommate, na jaemin starts to practically live at your place— or— where yizhuo's flegmatic project partner starts to put a suspicious amout of effort into their assignment.

neurophysiology student! na jaemin x fem! literature student! reader

genre. college au, strangers to lovers. fluff, comedy, suggestive.

wc. 18k

✲ 03. dancing in my backseat — lee donghyuck.

there are only a few things in which men value their social status; one of them being the number of girls in their bed, the next one their rank in league of legends, and lastly, their cars— or— where you would never fuck a guy without a driver's licence.

film student! lee donghyuck x fem! film student! reader

genre. college au, enemies to lovers. fluff, comedy, smut.

wc. tba! [est. 15k]

✲ 04. language of averted eyes — lee jeno.

an anonymous love confession appears on your university confession page one day and you drag your best friend along to help you find the person behind it— or— where lee jeno aimlessly pretends to look for an answer he already knows.

computer science student! lee jeno x fem! music student! reader

genre. college au, best friends to lovers. fluff, angst, comedy.

wc. tba! [est. 15k]

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❀ ₊˚ THE VENUS TRAP! na jaemin & lee jeno

❛ we are captive of what we desire ── of what we love. ❜

HATE ME, AND BREAK ME── drive me mad, haunt me! but do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you. you’re the reason for my torment, and yet the calm beneath my rage..

… in which! kity kim have two passions; messing with heart’s affairs and pretty shoes that fit her toes. when the new louboutins heels definitely too expensive for the girl brings her on a silver platter two cold-hearted assholes with untouchable hearts, she call that a god’s deal or the devil’s playtime. after all, what’s worst than being involved with two rich brats with bleached hairs and high priced cars? (she got her answer a while later; falling for them).

genre  ▸ polyamory relationship, angst, fluff, suggestive contents, one-sided ennemis to lovers, rich kids!au.

pairing  ▸ lee jeno x fem!oc x na jaemin.

warnings  ( and note! ) ▸ angst, mention of mature topics, alcohol and drugs use, slow burn, violence, suggestives themes, family issues, rich kids!au, college!au, characters development, polyamory relationship. it means the relationship isn’t only between oc and the boys, but between the boys too. i will not condone any weird comments, if it isn’t for you just don’t read <3 this isn’t as heavy and dark as i make it seems, far away from it— i will just mention a lot of problems (such as alcohol & drug and mature themes) but this is pretty vanilla (with its bunch of kind of heavy angst ♡). i also mean the characters development ; my characters, represented by idols, are flawed <3 may i add, as you can see, i’m not fond of making a x reader fic with yn where i find more comfortable for myself to write my own ocs :( i still hope u will like it tho! i will ask you to not mind typos and errors, as english isn’t my native language, i tend to make a lot of them. and be patient with me ( please ) and more importantly, enjoy <3

extended summary  ▸ Kity Kim was probably the best, and the worst person existing on campus. With an eccentric, weird yet endearing personality, she was the warmth presence of the angel on your right shoulder, and the mischievous whispers of the demon on your left. She was know for looking like a earth fairy accompanied by the crooked smile of a pretty seductive witch ready to eat you alive. People know to be wary of her, and adore her in the same time. Big doll eyes and tongue sharp, loud enchanting laughter and fangs out, it was impossible to hate the social butterfly as much as it was impossible to fully trust her.

Well know for being the campus’s cupid, she was the one who knew everything in everyone’s hearts ; their dirty secrets to their most adorable crushes. And if she didn’t cared that much about the dirt they hides under their shoes, she was very curious about what ──or more like who── made students dreams at night.(After all, if people were more focused on hiding their secrets and their fears from her; they will never find her own, right?). It was a fun thing to do, playing with love and heart shaped arrows. That feeling, as deep and complicated it could be, always be so sure. 

Love was life, and people lived out and for love and the pain it caused. Watching people smile, saccharine sweet and disgustingly syrupy kisses to the hateful words and the diamonds tears on the cheeks always been something Kity found interest in. Play with it instead of being played by. Wasn’t it so fun?

But God’s not fool, neither is the goddess Aphrodite. And playing with something you can’t control always end up in tragedy ── ask Roméo, ask Achilles, ask Apollo, ask Jaemin and Jeno. 

Love make people go crazy, changes people, make them become the worst reflections in their mirror. Love control hearts and its carmin strings, and Love cannot be controlled ── too bad that Kity Kim neither can be.

And as much as Kity hated people she couldn’t perceive, if the Gods wanted to punish her into sending her way two more than complicated boys, she wasn’t gonna back off the challenge. (She was a coward. She screamed more than she could count on her fingers when something not even scary happened in the corner of her room, or running the other way around when problems a little big enough make appearance in her life. She was a coward, but not when it was about her games).

Be aware,

The devils look like an angel with Louboutin heels — and she is as deadly as the two shadows kneeling at her feet.

table of contents.

              ❛   𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘂𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘆  . ❜

playlist.

chapter zero. a series of swan songs ; characters aesthetic. 

chapter one. champagne flavoured mouths (coming soon) 

chapter two. it starts with blood (coming soon) 

chapter three. of thief and smoke (coming soon) 

chapter four… . | to be continued.

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love, 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐫.

stay with me | lee jeno

PAIRING: lee jeno x gn!reader

SUMMARY: in which you drunkenly call your best friend

GENRE: fluff, best friends to lovers

WARNINGS: none, it’s literally just fluff

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

a/n: a little cringy tbh, but hope you enjoy!!

“I’ve decided. My surgery is tomorrow.”

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ARCANE | CH.12 | NCT DREAM X READER

Summary: When you decided to apply for a researcher post in an elusive institute, you already had the feeling that you’ll be getting yourself knee-deep into something out of the ordinary. But desperate needs require desperate measures, and so you embraced the invite, despite all the alarm signals urging you to run away. What you found out was nothing you’d ever expected.

Seven boys.

Seven human deviants granted with abilities tied to the legendary Arcana Cards.

Welcome to Project Dream.

Pairing: Various Dream Members x Reader

Trigger Warnings/Themes: violence, torture, trauma, very slight yandere themes, poly dynamics, suggestive themes, language, psychological, mystery, sci-fi. Romance will take a little bit of a backseat on this one since this is more of a suspense-driven plot, but it will still be threaded in the overall story. The concept of the tarot or Arcana cards will be loosely used throughout the series. Note that I am not a trained doctor so there may be some slips here and there about medical things. Again, this is a work of fiction and I am not implying any likeness between the characterization here of the boys to their real life counterparts. I also reserve the rights to all my work—I do not post anywhere else other than tumblr. Minors DNI.

> CH. 1 | CH. 2 | CH.3 | CH.4 | CH.5 | CH.6 | CH.7 | CH.8 | CH.9 | CH.10 | CH.11

Chapter Song:

Beauty > Layto

You have no idea how death feels like.

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𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎 (teaser)

face your sins. free your soul.

pairing. mafiaman!jaemin x fem!reader

premise. you've known na jaemin since you were kids, and he's loved you since then. when you suddenly come back to him in an attempt to cut him off forever, he will fight tooth and nail to make sure that never happens.

genre. exes 2 lovers, mafia au, you're both criminals, mature themes (violence, blood, suggestive scenes, drinking)

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TEASER BELOW THE CUT (APPROX. 900 WORDS)

Na Jaemin was as beautiful as he was lethal. His hair, styled so perfectly effortlessly, was dyed like the dead of night (which unfortunately, or fortunately, was a very attractive color on him). He had opened the door in black slacks and a white button up rolled to his elbows, but anyone would fall to their knees at his beauty alone. His physique was chiseled to perfection, with a jawline of steel and a toned body from sleepless nights of training and martial art practice. At his collar, you could see a silver chain peeking out with the letter of your first initial hanging there—a claim. 

He tucked one hand into the pocket of his pants, posture relaxed. His eyes lazily dragged up your form from your sneakers to the crown of your head, and you suppressed the shiver that went down your spine. Your knees almost gave out from the rasp of his voice alone: "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

You got this, Yn. "Jaemin, look, I just wanted to—"

"Come inside." He stepped aside to leave room for you in the doorway, beckoning you inside with the slight incline of his head. "Unless you're afraid."

Depends what afraid means. But you knew he was baiting you, and that he wouldn't give you the time of day unless you did what he wanted. Not when you left him like you did. 

So you obliged him and stepped through the door. As soon as you crossed the threshold though, you knew you regretted it. The door locked, and suddenly, the scent of clean, warm cotton was suffocating you. It wrapped itself around you like an embrace, threatening death or affection, depending on your next moves. It held you in a vice-like grip of familiarity and memory. 

"You know the drill, Yn-ah," his sweet voice crooned, "slippers first. Then we talk." Jaemin was gone before you could protest, disappearing into the parlor to your left, no doubt to sit and wait with all the time in the world. 

It wasn't like it was two in the morning or anything.

But you were in Jaemin's turf now, and you had to play by his rules again. You replaced your sneakers with a pair of fluffy slippers with bunny ears and followed him into the parlor. 

He was pouring out a glass of amber colored liquid when you walked in. Lifting the glass toward you, Jaemin asked, "Want a drink?"

"I'm good." The smell of alcohol had slowly become unappealing to you after bartending for so long. 

Jaemin settled in one of the leather armchairs with his legs spread wide, lap inviting. He looked divine, like a king, sitting there sipping his drink. "Sit."

"I'm okay." You inhaled a breath of air. "Jaemin, I need you to butt out of my finances."

You waited for the bomb to drop, the gun to fire. Absolutely anything. But all that you were met with was silence, a heavy sense that sat atop your chest and didn't even seem to relieve you just a little bit. Jaemin stared at you, cocking his head to the side with that dark, calculating gaze of his. There were times when you wished you could predict what he was thinking, but even when the two of you were together, those times were rare. Jaemin was a reserved and closed off person, even to someone as close as you were.

You felt like a child under his stare, and you willed yourself to stand stronger, firmer. "That's all I came here to say. You're not obligated to pay for my expenses, or Kina's expenses. And I don't want you to." I don't want shit from you anymore.

"You don't seem to understand—" he started, temple resting against his fist, "—that I want to do this for you."

"We're not together anymore—"

"I know." He smiled, and it was not the sweet, crescent-eyed bunny smile he saved just for you. No, it was the snake that hid in his shadow, always primed and ready to strike. You suppressed a shudder. It looked like he still wasn't happy with you; go figure. 

You pursed your lips, arms coming up to fold across your chest. "You know why I left."

Jaemin knocked the alcohol back, then set the glass on the table. He stood with a sigh. "No, I really don't, Yn. I really don't know why you would leave this—" He gestured to the house around him, "—why you would leave home, why you would leave your family, why you would leave me." 

He stepped toward you, and when you didn't back down, he took another step forward. From here, you could see the red rimming his eyes, shining with the emotion he always kept locked away. Every ounce of it—you wished he would just share a drop with you. Jaemin had never been good at being vulnerable. 

"Help me understand," he murmured lowly to you, and his hand reached up slowly to cup the side of your face, his thumb gently caressing the flesh of your cheek. 

You swallowed. "This isn't going to help you get over me, Jaemin."

His thumb traced the line of your bottom lip, his eyes dilating at the softness of it. "I'll never get over you, Yn." You'd hardly noticed how close he had gotten to you now, but you could hardly think straight with how he was looking at you. 

"We're better as friends." You watched his expression shift slightly and noted the flare of his nostrils that would have been barely noticeable. You'd hit a nerve; yeah, you knew. Because you yourself didn't even believe those words as they spilled from your mouth. 

"Prove it." His eyes hardened into steel. "If we're better as friends, then prove it. Kiss me."