NCT 127 + U Reaction to you telling them you passed your SM audition. // Quando você conta pra eles que passou na sua audição pra SM.
Taeyong: Do you want me to give you some rapping lessons? // Você que eu te dê aulas de rap?
Taeil: I’ll help you on your vocals so you can debut quicker, and then we can do a collab stage! // Eu vou te ajudar no seu vocal pra você debutar mais rápido, e então nós podemos fazer um collab stage!
Jaehyun: Congrats and good luck, shit’s gonna be tough. // Parabéns e boa sorte, o negócio é foda.
Johnny: Stay strong, it only goes downhill from here… // Mantenha-se firme, daqui em diante só piora…
Doyoung: Wait what? Why didn’t you tell me you were going to audition? // Pera quê? Por que você não me contou que ia fazer audição?
Ten: I can help you on your dancing when I have free time, okay? // Eu posso te ajudar na dança quando eu tiver tempo livre, okay?
Yuta: Of course you passed, I told you I’d beat their asses if they didn’t approve you. // Claro que você passou, eu te falei que ia chutar a bunda deles se eles não te aprovassem.
Winwin: Don’t worry, you just need to learn how to do weird stuff with your body and you’ll debut in no time. // Não se preocupe, é só aprender a fazer uns paranauê estranho que eles te debutam na hora.
Mark: Enjoy your many hours of sleep before you debut. // Aproveite suas muitas horas de sono antes de você debutar.
I’ll help you become a vocal god like me. // Vou te ajudar a virar um deus do vocal que nem eu.
Pairing: NCT x Reader (giant mess with multiple options romance).
Characters: Reader, Ten, Yuta, Jaehyun, Winwin, Taeyong and Johnny.
Warnings: Cursing words, violence, death mention and sexual innuendos.
Modern angel/ Demon AU.
Note: Before you start reading this i want to say that this is a fanfic with about 16 episodes, so it is long. But you can count with one chapter every wednesday because it is fully written already.
Summary: The summer break after your high school graduation is coming to an end but an unexpected occurrence makes your life turn 180º. You get immersed into a new sphere where you can trust no one and the good and bad guys can’t almost be told apart.
Please go through twitter user @NCT_TumTer because even though they credit most of the graphics and images they repost, they don’t ask for permission from the original artists (and there’s a bunch that I believe that @monoka made that they didn’t credit so yeah) so this is a heads up. I personally asked them to delete mine.
i know this was supposed to be short, but i have thing with elongating stories, i’m sorry !! also sorry in advance for spelling mistakes. enjoy !
“so,” I said, plopping down on the couch in front of Y/N. Y/N looked up from her phone, slightly surprised to see me. But then she put away her phone and smiled warmly. “What’s up with you and Ten?”
Y/N looked taken back, a sour expression on her face. “What do you mean?” The expression gave it away; she was faking too much.
“I know you two have something.”
“It’s nothing,” Y/N finally confessed. “It was just a one time thing.” She shrugged and continued. “It was after his dance practice…”
Y/N walked down the hallway of the third floor, where NCT’s practice room was located. In her hand was a milkshake that she had proudly made all by herself. It was a DIY recipe she had read online and it turned out perfect, even Doyoung had asked her to write it down for him.
As Y/N passed the practice room, she could hear a groan. She retraced her steps and stood on on her tiptoes to look through the small window at the top of the door. Ten was sitting there on one of the sofas, his head buried in his hands. Concerned, Y/N knocked the door and walked inside.
“Are you alright?” she asked, approaching Ten. Ten looked up at her. His skin was glistening with sweat and his hair was stuck to his forehead and the sides of his face.
“Do I look alright?” he asked her, a sullen expression on his face. He must have been there for a long time. Y/N handed Ten her drink and he took it with utmost pleasure. “I just can’t get this one move right, its really stressing me out,” he said, taking a sip.