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i say this all the time but i miss these boys sosososososo much :(

the sound of love — nct dream.

in which it’s three in the morning and you find yourself dancing with the love of your life.

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home by bruno major is yours and mark’s song. it’d be late—the two of you couldn’t get a wink of sleep and decided to saunter downstairs to make some hot chocolate. a shiver would run through you as you felt the chill in your living room, the pair of shorts you had on did nothing to shield you from the cold, neither did mark’s black shirt that was engulfing your figure.

as you stood there, softly stirring your spoon in the brown mug sitting on your counter, mark would come up behind you—hoarse voice humming lowly to the tune of home. he’d wrap his arms around your waist as he swayed the both of you side to side, a small grin settling itself onto his lips.

dancing to any song was your favorite thing to do with him, but there would always be a special spot for fix it to break it by clinton kane. it wasn’t your typical go-to, but with huang renjun, dancing was your favorite way to destress and doing with him was just the cherry on top. whenever it’d play from either of your phones’ speakers, getting up and wrapping each other in your arms was an instinct at this point—and you didn’t mind at all.

“i missed you today,” renjun would whisper into the skin of your neck, your bodies moving with the flow of the music, his hands leading you to softly sway in his arms. you’d hum and nuzzle into his hair, the soft squeeze of your arms around his neck told him that you indeed missed him too.

bad days are always bound to come and when they inevitably do, pink sweats’ at my worst would be the first to sound from jeno’s phone. he’d brush away your tears of frustration—the overwhelming feelings washing way every so slightly a she tugs you into his arms. he’d softly nudge your head towards his chest, where’d you feel the slight rumble as he murmurs the lyrics into your ears.

the worries and burdens from your day would lift off your shoulders, your boyfriend holding you in his arms and taking them off you. he knew how strong you were and sometimes, all you needed was to be in his arms and he was prepared to give that to you no matter when or where you needed it.

lee donghyuck is so in love with you. so, to finish off your first anniversary together, accompanied by the silence of the world as everyone is fast asleep in their bed—this is how you fall in love by jeremy zucker would softly blare from his phone, your curious eyes watching him as he plucks you off the couch. he’d bring your arms around his neck and his around your waist, his forehead leaning on yours as he smiles down at you.

“this is how you fall in love,” he’d sing lightly to you, your eyes sparkling as you can see the love in his eyes. you loved haechan with all your heart, and you’d give anything to freeze time and stay here in his arms for the rest of your life.

dancing was a regular thing for the two of you. na jaemin loved to dance and the opportunity to do it with you would never be something he’d pass up. kiss by thyro and yumi would be a song you’d let him listen to one time and he had decided right then and there that this was the song he’d hold you close and just dance around his living room to.

he’d smile down at you, swinging you from his arms and allowing you to twirl in your pajamas as he admires the beautiful sight in front of him. he’d murmur sweet nothings into your ear as the song slows and you could hear his racing heart from how close the two of you were.

loving chenle was easily the best decision of your life. even now, as he wakes you at what feels like three in the morning—lover by taylor swift blasting from his phone. a soft whisper of ‘happy birthday’ would spill from his lips as he gathers you in his arms. you’d smile, despite sleep hanging heavily on your eyelids, you loved the way he grinned at you. his arms pulling you from the bed and urging you to dance alongside him as the song continues.

he’d ramble on and on about how good taylor’s album is and would chuckle as you nod and yawn along with his stories. he’d tell you that it was okay to go to bed, but you’d reply with something like, “no. i like it here with you.” and he’d burst into a fit of giggles—to hide the fact that his heart was racing and his cheeks were burning.

you’re absolutely smitten with park jisung, your heart races as the two of you giggle and sway along to only by leehi, the soft melody fills the silence of jisung’s apartment as you lay your head on his chest. he’d have his hand running through your hair as he placed chaste kisses on your forehead every now and then. he loved having you in his arms, the scent of your shampoo comforted him in ways nothing ever can (other than you, of course).

“i love you so much, y’know that?” he’d whisper, burying his face in your hair as he feels slightly embarrassed, but really the butterflies in his stomach were getting too intense that he couldn’t take it. you’d smile, whispering the words back to him as you tightened your hold on the blushing boy.

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[11:51 pm]

“she’s so pretty what am i supposed to do?!” renjun’s hushed whisper echoes from your laptop, prompting your head to snap towards the screen.

it was late, your group had decided to work on your project that was due the next day. with you being the only girl in the group, a deep intense blush situates itself on your cheeks—was he talking about you?

“um… renjun, your mic is on.” jaemin grins secretly, your whole group watching as renjun’s eyes widen and his camera shuts off.

“s-sorry!”

thinkin about making this into a series where i write drabbles based off food LOL … anywaaay here’s a vv short non-idol!renjun x broke college student!reader ;p

mac and cheese — hrj.

in which you only know how to, sort of make the humble dish—mac and cheese.

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renjun didn’t know why he found himself in front of your stove, hair slicked back as he carefully watched over the pot of instant ramen noodles at nearly 2 in the morning. actually, he did. he was in the middle of trying to fall asleep when you had blown up his phone—panicking about how you burned your precious mac and cheese pack. so, with sleep hanging heavy on his eyelids, he chooses to ignore that reason and tries to focus on cooking you something to eat.

“renjuuuun, i’m sorry for waking you,” you whisper sheepishly. you knew how irritable your boyfriend could get if he were to be disturbed in his sleepy state, but to your surprise he stands there eerily calm as he switches your stove off.

you watch as he drains your noodles and neatly places it into a bowl for you to enjoy. your eyes practically turn into hearts as he sits in front of you while pushing the steaming bowl of ramen forward towards you. his eyes are drooping as he sets his chin on his hand, staring at you.

“you know you can’t cook, what the hell possessed you to cook at two in the morning?” he yawns, watching as your eyes light up at the taste of his own mac and cheese. “thish ish sho gewd!”

he can’t help but laugh as you attempt to speak with your mouth brimming with noodles, your cheeks puffing out as you stuff them full. he loved to cook for you, even now as he nearly dozes off into dreamland.

“i was working on my paper and well—i didn’t have any groceries! those things are expensive…” you murmur, gulping down the last of renjun’s delicious noodles.

he scrunches his nose as you lick at your fork, grinning widely at him, “you should still budget your money for those things, y’know?”

renjun’s heavy sigh amuses you as you syand to place the bowl into the sink, your very sleepy boyfriend standing from his position in your small kitchen.

“c’mon sleepyhead. my bed’s starting to look real comfy.”

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super short but i’m missing renjun so bad rn huhu

To celebrate you finally being done with exams, and them just finishing another successful comeback, you, Jaemin, Jeno, and Renjun all decided to get as drunk as possible. Haechan was invited, but ultimately had to abstain due to his 127 promotions, much to his dismay, and Jisung and Chenle were both going to be staying at Chenle's house for the night, so you had all decided that the DREAM dorm would be the best place for it. So far everything was fine, you were all slightly tipsy, being two thirds of the way through the first bottle of the night, but nothing serious yet, and all lying down in the living room, staring at the ceiling.

"Y/n, my dude, my bro, my guy. I love you, but you have got shit taste in booze." Jaemin said, taking another swig from the bottom shelf bottle of vodka you had supplied.

"Not all of us are idols. I'm a college student, and I have a minimum wage barista job, I'm broke as fuck, so this is all I could afford. If you hate it so much, just stop drinking it," you retaliated, reaching to take the bottle, but he snatched it away, slapping your hand, and looking at you, insulted.

"Fuck no. Hey, does anyone know what time it is?" Jaemin asked, taking another mouthful.

"Time is but an abstract concept, coined by clockmakers so that they could sell more watches, and utelised by the capitalist system to put pressure and stress upon each one of us to work ourselves down to the bone, just so the rich man gets richer." Renjun replied monotonously, taking the bottle and swigging.

"Twelve thirty-six," Jeno said, checking his watch. "I'm bored, let's play a card game, or something."

"Okay."

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"Hmmm, three of hearts," Jeno says, putting down his card.

"Okay, uuuuuuhh, wild card, pick up four," Jaemin goes, placing down an Uno card.

"Nice try, but, Ditto, I choose you!" Renjun exclaims, throwing down a Pokemon card triumphantly.

"Hey guys? What the fuck are we actually playing?" you stare at your hand, consisting of playing cards, Uno cards, Pokemon cards, Snap cards, and a gift card.

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"Right, but when you shake laminated paper and it makes that sound, "—"FWUBWUBFWUB" —"Yes, precisely, thank you, Jeno." You tell the boys your favourite sound.

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"I'm going to kill fifty people and an octopus," Renjun says with absolute certainty, and determination in his eyes. Jeno looks at him worried, but Jaemin looks at you weird, as if you had anything to do with this decision.

"Why would you kill and octopus, Injun?" He asks.

"See? Nobody ever cares about the fifty people."

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It had gotten much later, and you and Renjun had exhausted the usual topics of ghosts and aliens. You were now on the subject of cryptics. It seemed you two were off in your own world, with him trying to stay upright by clinging to your shoulders. Jeno and Jaemin were watching, noting how the alcohol had affected Renjun way more than anyone else, as he hadn't even realised he was practically cuddling his crush. But they had.

"Bigfoot, but clean shaven. Barefoot." You provided proudly, with a nod of your head. Behind you, Renjun let out a huff of air as he nuzzled further into your neck.

"Nah, that's Mr. Clean," he says, and you can feel his lips moving against your neck, causing you to blush. You hope neither Jeno nor Jaemin notice it, and even if they do, you hope they just brush it of as the booze.

"What the fuck?"

"You two are the reason I have anxiety."

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It was nearing 5:00 am when you all decided to turn in. Jeno was already in his bed, leaving after having a whispered conversation with Jaemin, during which they kept stealing glances at you and Renjun, who was still stuck to you like glue, even though you were trying to set up the sofa to sleep on.

"Y/n, I really don't think it'll be good for your back to sleep on the sofa like that. You already complain about it enough as it is, you should just use a bed." Jaemin said as you were starting to try and get settled.

"I can't be arsed climbing upto Jisung's bed, so it's this or the floor." You knew what Jaemin was getting at, drunk Jeno isn't as good a whisperer as he'd like to think.

"Well, why don't you sleep with Renjun? He seems nice and comfortable on your shoulder, and you wouldn't want an upset Injunnie on your hands, would you?" Jaemin smirked, knowing you would either cave now, or when Renjun started moping. "Yeah, sleep with me. You're soft, and warm, and cuddly, and I loooooooovvvvvveeeee youuuuuuuu lotsssssss. Loooooooovvvvvveeeee yooooooouuuuuuu." You started off towards his room, because you knew Jaemin was right. A drunk Renjun was a needy and emotional Renjun, and there was no way out of this. As you were walking down the hall, trying to keep to a straight-ish line, you heard Jaemin cooing at you both, so you flipped him off as you closed the door.

Pulling back the covers, you get Renjun into the bed, and go switch off the light. When you get back and begin to lay down, he pulled you in, really closed, and drunkenly kissed you. Granted, it wasn't so much a kiss as Renjun just pushing his face into yours, but your heart still shit itself. After a few more confessions of his undying love for you, and how adorable and lovable and beautiful you are, Renjun buried his head in your chest and fell asleep, not long before you.

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You woke up before Renjun the next day, and felt warm all over at the memories of last night. Playing with his hair was all it took for Renjun to start grumbling and waking up. "Ugh, ah, fuck, that hurts," clenching his hand in a fist, he realised he wasn't laying on a pillow and froze for a second before slowly looking up at you. "Oh, hi..."

"Hey, there. Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Clearly not enough. Could you fill me in?"

"Well, you got really clingy about 3:00 am, and haven't let me go since, except for when I put you in bed and turned out the light. You also kept telling me that you love me lotssss, and then, just as you were falling asleep, you pushed your face against mine, which I can only assume was supposed to be a kiss. But, that's about it." Whilst telling him all of this, you were still playing with his hair, just at the bottom of his head, and he had moved up to be eye level with you on the pillow.

" Listen, I'm really sorry about all of that can we just forget any of it ever happened. I really really am sorry, and I ju-" You cut of his rambling by giving him a proper kiss this time, and looked him right in the eye.

"No, because you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and I love cuddling you, and you're the greatest thing to happen to me, and I loooooooovvvvvveeeee youuuuuuuu lotssss, too, and I want to be with you, as much as you do me, apparently. Now, tell me you love me, and cuddle me until we either have to eat or use the bathroom." Renjun looks at you, almost in awe, and dumbly nods his head.

"Yeah, sure, I can do that. I love you more than anything in this whole world, Y/n L/n."

"I love you, too, Huang Renjun."

[21:15] | nct huang renjun

“Don’t listen to society. Don’t look at their views. You're beautiful and I love you as you are. I promise.”

pairing » nct huang renjun x gn!reader (fast proofread once - lmk if i missed anything!)

trope/au » ​established relationship au!, non-idol au!

genre » hurt/comfort, fluff and angst (pretty balanced imo), renjun is concerned for your wellbeing, but he loves you and is willing to show that anytime!, renjun is comforting and patient, best boyfriend huang renjun, renjun letting you steal his clothes instead of buying new ones

word count, estimated reading time » 772, ~3 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » reader has trouble with body image, reader struggles with body changes in gaining and losing weight, mentions of being stuck between two clothing sizes, weighing body in the first few parts of the story, reader implied medium to long length hair, renjun is taller and physically bigger than the reader

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 nct dream masterlist 🤍 'especially to you...'

to the you who has doubted the image that any reflective mirror has shown you. surround yourself with people who love you as you are and love yourself as you are. you don't need to change and you don't need to force yourself to change.

if you stay true to yourself, treat your body with kindness, you will be able to see yourself in a healthier light.

it's not easy and it never was. the journey to be able to fully smile at yourself when you've been drowned in doubt is hard but i will pray that day for you will come.

It stares you dead in the eyes.

The meeting of the double arrow-like lines would only appear when you put a considerable amount of yourself with the help of gravity. Then when you do, it blinks alive, calculating the shift of your body and the amount of pressure you would willingly give them. You passed the single-digit stage a long time ago, the same time that you overgrew your baby crib. As you age and mature, you watch the first number change and morph, the next number coming along as it accommodates the changes in your body.

It doesn’t help that the scale is reflective, the fear in your eyes clear and the gulp of your throat resonated deeply in your head as you thought of the amount of food that you digested along with the lack of movement that spreads the entire week.

Maybe you shouldn’t have gone shopping today.

Or maybe, you should’ve never gone clothes shopping at all.

Your mind goes back to the image reflected on the shiny surface of the changing room. It tells you that even though you have made progress, the outfit that wraps around your skin isn't as pretty as you depicted on the mannequin by the big shop window.

Hypnotised to see the truth, your other foot raises, leaving condensation on the marbled floor due to stress. But before it could form a footprint on the glass, a pair of arms lifted you, kicking the machine to the best he could given the non-slip stickers on its bottom for user safety.

“You’ve just weighed yourself ten minutes ago,” the fact whispered in your ear directly. Renjun tightens his hold around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Talk to me, bubs.”

The worried gaze falls upon you as soon as you turn your head sideways. Tears well up in your eyes when Renjun gives a half smile, eyes tender and fingers reaching to swipe the loose strands of hair that tickle your vision. 

“I just feel stuck,” you confessed, hitching rapid breaths with the way your boyfriend turns you to face him, lower body slightly bent to face you head-on. “I tried a bunch of clothes today and I feel like I'm stuck between the two sizes—it just feels like,” your eyes wander around the place, the room seemingly spinning and the tears clouding your view.

Renjun’s hands envelop your shaking ones, pulling them closer to the beating of his chest, in an attempt to ground you back to the present. His heartbeat runs through your fingertips, slowly matching his calming ones and eventually syncing when he instructs you to breathe in the cooler air through your nose and exhale the carbon dioxide through your mouth.

“Those clothes aren't good enough for you then,” Renjun’s brown orbs intently focus on your tear-stricken ones. Without another notice, he cups your cheek, his thumb giving reassuring swipes to your itchy and sticky skin from the salt water. “They don't deserve to be put on your beautiful body.”

It sends chills down your system, closing your eyes to further focus on the tapping of his pointer on the back of your palm. Renjun nods, humming to the count of his fingers on your skin, seeing how your throat stops constricting by your cries, hushing you and pressing delicate kisses on your spent eyelids.

“Don’t listen to society. Don’t look at their views. You're beautiful and I love you as you are. I promise,” Renjun’s sincerity hits your body in a warm wave and your eyes are now crying for a different reason. “Oh?” He exclaims amusedly, the hand on your cheek still holds yours to guide your now relaxed face into the broadness and safety of his chest.

Renjun sways his body, alternating his body weight between his legs. A hand is wrapped securely around your waist, the other crossing diagonally across the back of your head. The fingers on top found a home in your scalp, massaging your negative thoughts away.

“I love you too, Junnie.” 

The nickname that sounds even lovelier gives his heart life, chuckling and hugging you tighter as he lets out a prolonged squeal, commenting on how adorable you are to him.

Renjun pulls you away momentarily, swooping in for his lips to meet yours, calmly and sweetly, caring and patient. It flows through his gesture and he’s glad you know how much he loves you with the way the corners of your lips could reach your ears.

“Besides,” he starts between the medley of pecks on your face, “why are you shopping for clothes when you're always stealing mine?”

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 nct dream masterlist 🤍 'especially to you...'

tags: @k-films @kflixnet @starlit-network @kstrucknet

short but sweet renjun blurb ^^

you and renjun have been best friends for as long as you can remember. sure, you’ve hugged him plenty of times, but you always wondered what hugging him would feel like if you ever dated. it would surely feel different…but now after a couple months of dating, you still haven’t been able to identify that feeling you were expecting to change. it worried you. you felt at fault for not feeling any different about him, everything still felt the same to you, thinking maybe you just didn’t love him in that way. but it took you long enough to realize that it’s not that you didn’t love renjun… hugging renjun didn’t feel any different because you’ve loved him all along.

you shouldve known a man so gentle and sweet was only hiding behind such a façade when you saw him with his lover. what did all the times you spent together mean to him? nothing, you could only guess. you wonder if it was fun for him—watching you fall completely head-over-heels in love with the said man. bitterness had taken over you, cursing at yourself for being vulnerable in a relationship that was never labeled and the jealousy that came with seeing the man you love with the apple of his eye. you hated huang renjun. you hated huang renjun so much.