Nurse: So you're here to pick him up?

Kun: I'm here to be removed as his emergency contact.

If it’s okay with you can I re-request it with Kun?

ah that's okay ^-^

yes you can! I've just finished it here ~

I hope you like it 🤗

Kun rests his head on your shoulder, his eyes fluttering sleepily as you turn the page of the book you're reading. His arms wrap around your own and a tired smile tugs at his lips as he turns his gaze towards your face; you had a look of concentration in your eyes and your nose scrunched every now and then in an attempt to stiffle a yawn.

"you're cute when you're half asleep" Kun would mutter just before yawning quietly, turning his head away from you slightly as he did so. You'd mumble something about the compliment to yourself, your ears turning a deepening shade of pink. Your right hand fumbles with the top corner of the page you're on while you raise your left hand to your eyes, rubbing away the feeling of sleep.

Noticing this, Kun sits up from his slump against your side, positioning himself differently and taking the book from your hand gestures for you to lean closer to him. After a second yawn, he reads the final page of the book, smoothing out the crease in the corner you had just created, his voice seeming to lull you gently into sleep.

"and how she would gather about her other little children, and make their eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long ago; and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows, and find a pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own child-life, and the happy summer days..."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Thank you <3

henlo anon, I'm sorry but the sentence prompts is for the members of nct as this is an nct blog 👉🏻👈🏻

I can maybe write this request for you and send it to you (???) but you'd have to drop me a li'l message

sorry again ㅠㅠ

simply chose a number, leave an ask with an nct member and I'll write it for you \(^-^)/

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"you're hair is really soft after you wash it"

"you smell really nice"

"would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? it smells like you..."

"I might have slept in your hoodie while you were gone..."

"if you steal the blankets, I kid you not, I'm going to put my cold feet on you"

"Your bed head is really cute"

"here let's share the blankets"

"I feel like you're far too happy right now..."

"you're cute when you're half asleep"

"but I wanna hear you sing"

"we can talk over dinner"

"don't be stubborn, try it!"

"nononono don't get up, I'll do it!"

"Star-gazing was a good idea actually"

"it's not up for discussion, you are my date"

"I'll always be here for you"

"I'll protect you"

"I think I love you"

"can you stay? I don't wanna be alone right now"

"how about a glass of milk? it'll help you sleep,"

"it's okay, I couldn't sleep anyways"

"don't be silly, I wanna stay up with you"

"but it's not morning yet"

"shush, why don't you go back to bed?"

"I heard you talking in your sleep... jellybeans?"

"then we'll do the dishes together"

"how about a kiss?"

"dance with me!"

"can we trade? I like yours better..."

"look! turns out you can wear carrot cake as a hat!"

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"hey, are you alright?" The door opens with a slight creak as Jaemin steps into the room; his voice is soft and rather hushed "you have work in like ten minutes, I was getting worried,"

You'd tiredly level yourself against the headboard of your bed, a sullen look on your face as you look at Jaemin as he stands in the doorway "I don't feel too well," you'd whisper.

A softened frown would appear over his face now as he walked towards your bed, perching himself beside you, "I think I might have a fever"

Jaemin nods in understanding, brushing a stray hair from your cheek, "do you mind if I check?" he says in almost a mumble. Shrugging an 'okay', Jaemin leans towards you, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. Leaning away, he folds his arms and raises his right hand towards his chin.

"yep, you're burning up" he begins "I'll get you some Tylenol"

He stands up carefully, smiling at you warmly before making his exit, closing the door with a slight creak as Jaemin steps out of the room.

"it's not funny, Jisung" You'd scold the man sat across the room from you as he collapsed in a fit of laughter, a hiccup escaping your lips as you spoke. They'd been bothering you none stop for at least five minutes now, with no end in sight thus far.

You'd already tried holding your breath and drinking water upside down (of which ended up a disaster as predicted) yet neither had done anything to stop them. Jisung had been of no help whatsoever: rather than being helpful, as one should be, he had taken to videoing your funny-sounding hiccups, and laughing until he fell over at how silly you sounded.

"but ___ you- you sound-" he'd now prop himself up against the arm of the sofa, his arms clutching his sides as they began to stitch; granted you sounded like some kind of pterodactyl-rhinoceros hybrid, so although you found his laughter annoying, you at least understood.

Jisung managed to find his feet soon after, wiping a tear from his eye as he stood with aching cheeks. You'd stand with an annoyed frown and your hands placed in fists on your hips, a sigh now replacing your hiccups momentarily. Rolling your eyes at Jisung, you'd begin to walk back towards the table of which you'd been seated when this charade began.

It's then in that short moment of silence that a small 'hic' could be heard, this time not from you but from Jisung who could only stand with shock in his eyes as you turned slowly, a grin stretching across your lips "well well well"

Hendery silently smiles at you as you're seated beside him; the two of you were attending an old friend's wedding, but to Hendery, you were the most beautiful person in the room. Your eyes glistened as you saw the bride walking so gracefully down the aisle, a bouquet of dusty pink roses in her hand: she looked gorgeous.

Hendery's hand would envelope yours, his gaze now wandering back to the ceremony, that light smile on his face remaining as he nodded in the direction of the groom. With the vows being recited and the registers being signed, Hendery leans over whispering "what kind of flowers would you have on our wedding day?"

You'd giggle to yourself at the thought of that moment, eyes wandering towards the sky in thought before answering simply with "sunflowers, i think i'd like to have sunflowers"

"and sunflowers they will be"

─ ੈ♡˳ [𝟐𝟐:𝟎𝟐]

Twas the night before christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse... well, that would be the case if it weren't for the commotion going on in the lounge.

Giggles of all sorts could be heard as the members of nct huddled around a rather large table in the centre of the room, a board game placed before them. It wasn't long before shouts of "cheat! cheat!' or 'foul move!' could be heard, which meant it also wasn't long until Kun hushed everyone, a almost worried expression on his face.

"Guys," he'd whisper "i think ___'s..."

Kun would motion to his shoulder upon which your head was rested, eyes closed softly as you slept soundly. Agreeably, it was late and everyone had been up since at least eight this morning in preparation for the big day tomorrow - you were guaranteed to fall asleep at some point.

"well," Johnny began "___ has done the most towards tomorrow out of all of us"

A quiet echo of agreement moved about the room as he said this, leaving room for additional compliments here and there of course.

"yup, ___ cooked the turkey" mentioned Doyoung

"wrapped a lotta presents" added Yangyang

"don't forget the decorations!" Taeyong reminded everyone "I think its safe to say that without ___, our Christmas may not have been as good, huh?"

Smiles beamed softly from each member as they gazed lovingly at your sleeping figure resting on Kun's shoulder, each of them thankful for the best gift they could have ever asked for.

You.

・.・✫・.・。.

Merry Christmas everyone, I hope this year it's a good one ~

— bada, smolsicheng

[𝟏𝟖:𝟐𝟔]

"ughhhh, are you kidding me?? the weather forecast says it's gonna rain again all this week!"

It's safe to say you'd been waiting for the snow for... well, all year, yet once again the skies had forbidden that for whatever reason. Kun, however had prepared for these circumstances after last christmas of which you spent sulking because of the lack of snow.

"that's okay, ___" he'd say to you softly, hiding a smile as his eyes trailed to one particular corner of the room. You see, for the past few weeks, Kun had been watching the weather reports quite closely, studying the skies for any signs of rainclouds, checking the temperatures given every nows and then on the news, and knowing the outcome, had ordered something he thought would put more than a smile on your face.

An artificial snow machine.

He'd kept it hidden behind the livingroom curtain for about four days now (something he found difficult to believe given your history of being a little too nosy around christmas) and now seemed like the perfect time to plug it in and switch it on - discreetly of course, so as to exaggerate the suprise.

It didn't take too long to set up, and you seemed perfectly distracted with the stream of christmas films on channel 4 that day, and soon enough, with the artificial snow packed into the machine and the funnel directed towards you as you sat on the floor in the middle of the livingroom, Kun flicked the switch, and watched as the snow began to fall.

At first, you'd be a little startled, a light gasp escaping your lungs as you stood up in shock. "Kun! it's snowing inside!" you'd giggle with joy so clearly heard in your voice, your eyes would light up as brightly as the fairylights on the hearth as the white flakes fell from the ceiling, landing softly at your feet. It wouldn't be too long before Kun joined you, wrapping his arms around your waist and hooking his chin over your shoulder, resting his head beside yours.

The snow would fall with almost no sign of stopping, covering the carpeted floor with a light cover of flakes. The best part of this was the lack in temperature drops as the snow got heavier, covering the tree and the couches, blanketing the fireplace and the newly wrapped gifts.

You'd turn around, taking Kun's face into your hands, his soft smile adorning it as your giggles continued in a quietened manner "this is gonna take hours to vacuum, qian"

Kun places his hands over yours, bringing them to his shoulders and resting his own on your hips. He brings his smile to a hesitated grin, and leaning his head closer to yours whispers,

"let it snow"

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[𝟐𝟎:𝟐𝟑]

"for the last time, no!"

Taeyong pouts as you lightly scold him about the overused phrase of 'all i want for christmas is you' in a song he's trying to write. It was supposed to be a christmas gift, but he'd invited you to help him with it, although, he was starting to regret that.

"but _____! it's christmas! iconic lines are all the range" he'd spin around to look at you in his chair, the pout on his face turning into a light frown as he did so. It was something you couldn't take seriously though, what with the light up reindeer jumper Taeyong had decided to wear.

"but Yong, iconic lines cause rumours of plagiarism; you know i don't like that" You sat on one of the sofas in the studio, dressed in a fluffy onesie. Unlike Taeyong, you had a look of concern on your face - of course you adored the idea that someone would write a song for you as a gift for christmas, but you didn't want to risk that chance of backlash from antifans.

Taeyong knew you were right, letting out a gentle sigh as he spun back to face the computer, erasing the line of the song he'd written that had included that iconic line.

"there, but what do we write instead?" he'd lean back in his chair, eyebrows furrowed as his head searched for ideas. It wouldn't take too long for an idea to spark though, leaving Taeyong only to spin back toward the computer, typing away so as not to forget the lyrics he'd come up with.

"what?? lemme see" you'd stand up curiously, perring over Taeyong's shoulder to get a look at what he'd written down.

"here, listen instead" Taeyong would walk into the recording room, giving you that thumbs up to press the buttons in order for the music track to play.

"baby it's cold outside 하지만 걱정하지 마세요 tonight, 여기 크리스마스와 당신이 내 옆에 i know we'll be alright, 우리 둘만"

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

advent date: 03.12.21 - Taeyong

─ ੈ♡˳ [𝟐𝟎:𝟎𝟎]

The passing winter weather had been a brutal start to the season; rather than snow, rain fell heavily accompanied by the loud claps of thunder heard for miles. On the television, weather reports announced a storm potentially lasting for days - something that made you feel rather uneasy, but you knew it would pass soon enough.

Yuta on the other hand felt as though his world had begun to fall apart.

"I hate this, it was supposed to snow but instead we get... this???" Yuta would gesture furiously at the rain falling outside, a pout pursing from his lips. He'd been waiting for weeks now for that first snowfall; or more importantly, the first snowfall he'd be able to spend with you.

He'd been hooked on the common belief that 'if you are out in the first snowfall of the season with someone you like, true love will blossom between you' for well over four months now, and had been deeply intrigued by the idea even before he had started dating you ~

"That's not fair" He'd sigh, flopping back down beside you on the couch, his hand wandering towards yours. You would giggle at his pouty facial expressions, taking his face between your hands.

"Does it really matter though? I'm still here, aren't i?" The rain had become heavier in the last few minutes, creating an almost calm aura somehow. Yuta's pout fell into a soft smile as he placed his hands over yours - a comfortable silence filling the room, with only the rain noticeable as it hit the roof.

He'd pull you into a light cuddle - one where you'd both be sat in a squished looking way - his hands resting on the small of your back. He had to admit you were right, despite the twang of sadness he seemed to feel thereafter, he'd still have you there. Even if he didn't get to havea white Christmas, he'd still get to spend the holidays with you.

"Hey, ____? do you think there's a chance the rain'll turn to snow later?"

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

─ ੈ♡˳ [𝟏𝟖:𝟐𝟒]

Snow fell rather heavily outside as you and Johnny sat in the car just outside his childhood home. It had been what had felt like years since he'd been back here - in reality, it probably had been - yet there was something so strange and different about returning this time.

Usually when Johnny came home for whatever reason, he'd always felt that twang of excitement jumping about inside him. Tonight however, he felt nervous, scared even - he just couldn't place his finger on what it could have been.

"Johnny? are you not going inside?" You'd sit in the passenger seat of the car, blanket draped lazily over your shoulder from the drive over from the airport, hair slightly messy from the power nap you'd taken on the road.

Johnny would inhale slowly and rather deeply, his hands gripping the steering wheel. The engine and the headlights had already been turned off for a good three minutes now, and the only light illuminating his facial expressions was the streetlight infront of the car.

"___ I," he'd begin to mumble, his right hand moving to the back of his neck as he did "I hate to admit this but I'm kinda nervous"

"nervous?" you'd echo your boyfriend, eyebrows furrowing together in slight confusion, the blanket slowly slipping from your shoulders as you sat more alertly in your seat "what's there to be nervous about? they're your parents"

He'd laugh awkwardly, probably from slight embarrassment as he thought over what you'd said: you were right, they were his parents, what could he possibly have to worry about?

The truth was, this was the first time you'd be meeting them in person; due to the pandemic and having to live in Korea, the only way you could've met his parents this far into the relationship was through frequent skype meetings. Johnny was just scared they wouldn't like you as much in person.

It wasn't anything about you that made him think this, it was just something he'd seen so many times in films and dramas that it'd stuck in his head, and had proven a rather difficult thought to dismiss.

He'd inhale sharply.

"okay... let's do this" Johnny uttered, taking the keys from the ignition and clutching them tightly in the palm of his hand. With only a short amount of time, he'd have readied the suitcases outside the front door, lining them behind the two of you as you stood in the snow smiling softly at each other.

With a ring of the doorbell and a few deep breaths, it was his mother who eventually answered the door, letting out a wave of warm air and Christmas party music as she did. Choruses of "oh my goodness, Johnny's here!" and "what are you doing here? you should be at home" were soon to follow the burst of hugs she gave. Taking her hands in his is when Johnny says.

"hey, i said I'd be home for Christmas"

The night from there only consisted of laughter and warmth; something Johnny had missed about his parents house for a while now. Here, as he watched his mother teach you how to properly baste a turkey, he knew that he didn't have anything to worry about at all.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

─ ੈ♡˳ [𝟐𝟏:𝟎𝟑]

"____, since when do we ever put angel on top of the tree?"

Ah yes, the yearly challenge of which ornament deserved to be the centre of attention during the Christmas holiday season. Time and time again, Taeil had defended the traditional silver star, countlessly explaining why it should be the one to crown the tree each year - you never did listen.

"since right now" you'd begin to protest, having already placed the porcelain angel on the all seeing spike on the tree. Your argument for the last few years you'd been with Taeil had been the same: it matched the aesthetic of the other ornaments in the house.

It was true. From the tiny angels strung in-between fairy lights to the angels on the roof of your porcelain nativity scene - everything linked somehow. It only seemed right after all.

“I thought you said that you weren’t going to go crazy this year with the angel stuff though” Taeil gestured towards the heaps of decorations on the floor as you grin at him smugly "can we please just use the star this year?"

You'd laugh at him, a slight pout pursing from his lips as you did so. Despite your small teasing charade he'd stand there arms folded, star in hand only making your laughs louder, leading you to double over onto the floor.

A few moments would pass and your laughing would have died down slightly, your head would have found it's way underneath the tree, allowing you to gaze through it's branches at the lights and tinsel as they shone through so perfectly.

Taeil would join you out of curiosity, leaving the star on the wooden desktop near the tree.

"you know," you'd say slowly, eyes fixated on a particular star shaped bauble "let's use the star this year, we use my angel every year"

"wait, seriously??" Taeil would raise his head slightly, half in disbelief half in protest "but... we always use the angel"

"exactly, we always use the angel, why not opt for change?" your hand would eventually find his, locking them together as you had so many times before. Perhaps it was the magic of Christmas, perhaps it was the tree, but whatever it was it had caused a pool of warmth to form in your heart as you looked at the smile pulling at Taeil's lips, lighting up his face.

"Merry Christmas, ____"

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Xiaojun catches your smile from the corner of his eye as you sit watching 'breakfast at tiffany's'. He didn't want to be obvious about how much he loved the twinkle in your eyes as you laughed, nor how much he adored the small giggles you sounded at random moments. You must have been oblivious to how much he wanted to say

"I love you"

"what?" Caught by suprise, you'd draw your eyes away from the film, widening them as his met your own. Xiaojun had let it slip, and was almost just as suprised as you in that moment.

"wha- I- uhm" He'd stumble over his words, now looking everywhere but in your direction, cheeks turning scarlet as he did so "I... love you"

"Xiaojun," you'd begin "I love you too"

A wave of relief swept over Xiaojun, 'Moon River' playing in the background as the film played on. Despite the small episode of confusion, Xiaojun knew that this was what he had always imagined loving you would feel like, what it should feel like.

"Two drifters, off to see the world, there's such a lot of world to see. We're after the same rainbow's end, waitin' 'round the bend my huckleberry friend, moon river and me"

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.