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i199 · 1 year

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　 ◯ ۪ 𝆬 ꘎ ⠀﹒⠀🍊 ⠀﹒⠀𓇼⠀ ﹒⠀

#moodboard #edgy moodboard #random moodboard #nct taeil #taeil #taeil icons #moodboard taeil #messy moodboard #aesthetic #moodboard orange #layout #layout moodboard #layout taeil #kpop layouts #moodboard kpop #kpop #moon taeil #𓂂ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𐨿ᅟㅤ𔒥ㅤㅤ ݁ㅤ✳︎ ㅤㅤㅤ

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yeritos · 2 months

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⠀⠀⠀⠀( _ _ ).｡⠀o○⠀⠀passionfruit⠀♡

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jenflag · 1 year

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XXI der fehler

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yum1k · 4 months

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀◌⠀ ⠀⠀ 不⠀⠀ 𓈒⠀⠀𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗐𝗂𝗇 ⠀⠀ 🌿꯭★⠀ ⠀𓏳⠀⠀ ⠀

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doliditas · 10 months

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✿ຼ ⠀ ͙⃜｡𝑒𝓁 𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓁𝑜 𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝓊 𝓂𝒾𝓇𝒶𝒹𝒶 💭⭐️･:* . ུ♬ㅤㅤ

#doyoung moodboard #simbols bios #haechan moodboard #johnny moodboard #taeyong moodboard #yuta moodboard #jaehyun moodboard #taeil moodboard #jungwoo moodboard #mark lee moodboard #nct 127 moodboard #nct moodboard #soft icons #alternative moodboard #dollette #dollcore

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xylttae · 2 years

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⌁ ۫ ִ ⏱️﹗ ˳ ׄ ♡ 🐶 ݂ ׂ . ˳ׄ 𓄹

⁺ 𓂋 🗝 ⃝ ◠ ༄ ⠀

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m-arklee · 1 year

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hyrenl · 6 months

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💧🙏💥 ( losing my mind ).

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dollnini · 8 months

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𝒏𝒄𝒕 𝟏𝟐𝟕 ── 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑠 ✿

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

i94tae taeilbae mrm0on

i95ty ihrtae qtyongy

i95jhn forjhny boujhnny

i95yuta lvlyuta y-uta

i96dy kmdyng dy00h

i97jae imjaelvr forjaehyn

i98woo i2jng jngwootv

i99mrk dreamrk onyourmk

i00hae hhclee donghyky

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jaes1lvr · 7 months

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⪩⪨ can we get even closer babe? come closer ⪩⪨ @raeceah 🧸

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y-ves · 1 year

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ncit — class of 2018

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kalee-world · 1 year

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𓆩♡𓆪⠀⠀⪩•⪨⠀⠀🪴⠀⠀﹫ֺ𝑘ᥲꪶᥱֺ⠀⠀꯭꯭꯭꯭✿⠀⠀lꪱ𐑦𐑬ᧉ૪⠀⠀☁️

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catboyieejeno · 1 year

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hi cari!! i was wondering if u can write a taeil fluff where u spend the early morning together ?? 🤍 love your posts!!

“you’re hogging the blanket”

pairing: bf! taeil x gn! reader

contents: fluff, established relationship, taeil being baby >:(

The sun hadn’t come up yet when you blink your eyes open, tiredness weighing your body down into the soft mattress of your bed. The sheets feel cool against your skin, as does the breeze of the air conditioning when you notice you are no longer under the covers. You blink twice in the darkness, searching for them, but you knew well enough where they had gone.

Instinctively, you stretch your arm out, reaching for the undeniably adorable culprit the other side of the bed, wrapped up in all of the blankets like a baby. Your fingers make contact with his torso, and you turn over, a weak pout forming on your lips.

Scooting closer, your arms wrap around him, nose nuzzling into his shoulder. In a state of half-consciousness, Taeil grabs your hand, pulling it tighter around him. He draws it near his lips and presses a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“What are you doing up, baby?” He mutters, completely oblivious to the goosebumps spreading across your legs.

You huff out a breath, “You’re hogging the blanket,”

Taeil looks over his shoulder, as if checking if what you said was in fact true, then chuckles, “I’m sorry,” he whispers.

He flips over to face you, lifting up the cover up with one arm and inviting you in. The warmth of his body and the soft duvet are so graciously welcoming that you can’t help but shuffle even closer, your face pressed into his neck, chests together, legs tangled.

“All better?” he asks, smushing his cheek against the top of your head. You nod against him, breathing in his scent and muttering back a slightly muffled but very satisfied “all better.”

Too consumed in the comfort that is him, you find yourself having trouble going back to sleep. That, and the sun is beginning to make an appearance, glowing tones of vibrant orange into your shared bedroom.

Being so close to him, his neck so accessible, you’re unable to resist indulging in your desire to kiss him. Your lips ghost along his skin, leaving the tiniest trail of pecks. He sighs, shuddering at the feeling, and gives you a small squeeze, since it was physically impossible to bring you any closer.

“What time is it?”

“Don’t know,” you leave another kiss, “but the sun’s coming up,”

He acknowledges your statement with a hum, peeping open one eye. He looks down at you and you look up, leaving one last kiss on his chin.

Taeil smiles at your affection, an idea coming to mind, “What do you say we get up early, hmm? We can go to that bakery you like and get some coffee and pastries, then go for a walk?”

“In a few minutes,” you protest, closing your eyes again, “you’re so warm,”

“Yeah,” he laughs, “I was under all the blankets.”

“So, you admit that you stole them?” you tease, only barely managing to fein an accusatory tone.

“Guilty,” he breathes out a deep sigh, “But if this is what I get for stealing them, I might just do it again.”

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requests r open :D

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megumismo · 2 years

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∗ ࣪ ˖༺ ۫ ⋆ ࣪. 127 ִ ۫ ⁎ . ༻˖ ࣪ ∗

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p4p1l0nn · 5 months

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“GHOSTS OF US”

pairing: johnny x reader

genre: angst.

a/n: [edited] just wanted to mention this johnny fic is a standalone read — no sequels in sight. author’s just feeling a bit whipped for johnny and decided to whip up another tale.

johnny, a solemn expression etched on his face, struggled to find words that could stitch back the fabric of their unraveling connection.

“i can't explain it,” he admitted, his gaze dropping to the floor. “the spark, the fire we had — it's just not there anymore.”

a mix of pain and confusion in your eyes, implored, “was our love just a temporary illusion, johnny? something you could discard when it became inconvenient?”

johnny, grappling with the weight of his own choices, insisted, “i didn’t plan for this. i never wanted to hurt you.”

“but you have, johnny. every day, a little more,” you sighed, your voice trembling like fragile leaves in the wind. “it’s like watching the person i love disappear, leaving only a hollow shell behind.”

as the room seemed to tighten, johnny struggled with his next admission. “i thought i could find happiness elsewhere. i thought i needed something more.”

your heart breaking with each uttered word, questioned, “and what about me? wasn’t i enough? or was i just a placeholder until you found whatever it is you’re looking for?”

“i don’t have answers,” johnny confessed, a painful honesty in his voice. “all i know is that staying feels like a lie, and leaving feels like tearing my own heart out.”

you, grappling with the harsh reality, whispered, “so you choose to break us instead? to break me?”

“i’m sorry,” johnny uttered, his voice a fragile apology in the air. “i never wanted to be the one who stopped loving. but i can’t pretend anymore.”

as johnny’s apology lingered in the air, you took a deep breath, your heart heavy with the weight of acceptance. “i understand, johnny.” you whispered, your voice carrying the strength of bittersweet understanding. “sometimes, we have to let go to find our way back.”

silence. no response. johnny stood silently in the stillness, his shoulders weighed down by the burden of unspoken words.

your voice a mere whisper on the wind, repeated softly, “let it go, johnny.” the breeze, once a gentle companion, now carried a sorrowful tune, mourning the love that had slipped through the cracks. johnny, lost in the echoes of his own thoughts, mumbled another apology.

“let me go, johnny,” you urged, your words hanging in the air like fragile petals. “it’s been years.” in a heartbreaking twist, johnny was confronted with the truth — you had left this world long ago. the connection that seemed so real existed only in his own mind.

he knelt beside your grave, the cool breeze carrying whispers of forgotten memories. the tombstone stood as a stoic witness to the fading echoes of your shared past.

a lone willow, its branches weeping like johnny’s heart, cast shadows upon the weathered gravestones. the sun dipped below the horizon, leaving hues of melancholic purples and oranges painting the sky.

“johnny, do you remember the way i used to laugh?” your voice, like a ghostly breeze, wove through the tombstones, reaching the depths of johnny’s soul.

his eyes, filled with an unsettled sorrow, scanned the inscriptions on nearby graves. the silence was broken only by the distant chirping of the crickets and the soft rustling of leaves.

he hesitated, the weight of the question sinking into the earth beneath him. “i . . . i think so,” johnny murmured, his voice barely audible in the quietude of the graveyard.

“tell me, johnny. what was the sound of my laughter?”

his breath caught in his throat, and the distant city lights flickered. a fading sunbeam highlighted the engraved letters on your tombstone, casting a poignant glow.

“i . . . i’m sorry. i can’t remember,” johnny confessed, his words a fragile offering to the memory slipping through his grasp like grains of sand.

“it’s okay, johnny. let go,” you whispered, the words mingling with the wind that swept through the cemetery.

yet, johnny’s fingers tightened on the bouquet of flowers he held, a silent plea against the fading tide of recollection.

“it relieves me, you know,” you spoke softly, your voice a gentle melody. “to see you moving on, even if it means forgetting the little details.”

he looked up, his eyes meeting the translucent figure beside the gravestone. “but i don’t want to forget you. i can’t,” he pleaded, his fingers tracing the letters on the cold stone beneath him.

you extended a spectral hand, a comforting gesture. “johnny, it’s not about what you want. it’s about what we both need. i’m at peace, and i want you to find that too.”

he gazed into the emptiness of the gravestone, wrestling with his emotions. “but why? why do you want me to forget you?”

a breeze whispered through the trees, carrying your words. “because my love, clinging to memories that only bring you pain is no way to honour what we had. life is for the living, and you deserve happiness beyond the shadows of the past.”

johnny’s shoulders slumped, the weight of understanding settling upon him. “i just . . . i feel guilty. like i failed you.”

your form shimmered in a comforting light. “you didn’t fail me, johnny. you’ve carried the burden for too long. i want you to let go of this guilt and live a life where joy can bloom again.”

he nodded, tears glistening in his eyes. “i’ll try.”

with a heavy heart, johnny placed a vibrant daisy on your grave, its simple and cheerful petals reflecting the brightness that you once brought into his life.

a wistful smile crossed his face as he said, “just like you, always spreading joy.” trying to lighten the heavy air, he added, “guess what? i’m thinking of bringing a lemon pie next time, even though you know i can’t stand that stuff. just for you.”

a gentle breeze stirred, as if carrying away your laughter, and johnny chuckled, finding comfort in the shared jokes that transcended the realms of the living.

with a final lingering gaze at your resting place, johnny whispered, “goodbye for now, love. until our laughter echoes together again.”

and with that, he walked away, the weight of memories lightening with each step, leaving behind a graveyard filled with flowers and a heart holding onto the sweetness of shared moments.

#nct 127 #nct #nct scenarios #nct smut #johnny #nct haechan #mark lee #jaehyun #taeyong #taeil #moon taeil #jungwoo #yuta #doyoung #nct imagines #johnny x reader #nct moodboard #nct dream

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doliditas · 10 months

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ᱸ۪𒇫 🔡 ○•★.🪷˟̑*̑ ෆ⃛ ̥

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