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NCT 127 <roommate au> - Taeyong

find more content here: nct masterlist ↬ prompt: why are you laughing so weirdly at your lap and is that a KITTEN? ↬ tags: roommate! taeyong, gn! reader, ft. a kitten named benny, mentions of getting injuries,  ↬ word count: 548 words

Fishing out your house keys, you hooked your finger in the keyring, swinging it about as you hummed a tune under your breath. Inserting the key into the lock, your keys jangled and you opened the door, only to find your roommate Taeyong smiling in the general direction of his lap. 

“Tyong! I’m home!” He raised a hand to show that he acknowledges your presence, but his attention was on something his broad back was hiding. You inched closer to him, wondering what had got him grinning like an idiot. When you heard a meow, you stood rooted to the floor. Wait. 

“Yong-ah, is that a…?” He gingerly picked up the kitten (the kitten!), a wide smile plastered on his face, “A kitten! It’s she cute?” You leaned on the edge of the sofa, as Taeyong muttered only things the kitten would hear. He wiggled his fingers as the kitten attempted to chase them. Deciding your work could wait, you toed off your shoes and shuffled to the other side of the sofa. 

Upon launching your bag on one of the chairs at the dining table, you noticed the scratches on the sides of his left arm and his face. “Did you fall down trying to save this little baby?” You raised an eyebrow but his sheepish nod said everything. You lightly shook your head, as you grabbed the first-aid kit located at the bottom shelf. “C’mere! So adorable!” Taeyong gestured for you to sit beside him and you made yourself comfortable next to him. 

Tucking one leg under yourself, you gently held Taeyong’s left arm and you warned him, “It’s going to sting.” You looked up to see him pouting, “Does it hurt a lot?” You inspected the damage done on his arm and the tiny scratch at the corner of his lips. “I can’t tell which is the actual baby, hm?” You uncapped the antiseptic and dipped the Q-Tip into it, carefully smearing it on the little cuts dotting his forearm. Wincing along with him, you pasted plasters on the bigger wounds. “There we go.” You lightly tapped his forehead, “How did you get these?” 

“I climbed up a tree trying to save this little kitty. And I lost my footing. Landed on my left to protect him.” The little kitten let out a happy meow, purring as you scratched the back of his head. “Name.” He gazed at you. “Sorry?” 

“Name! For this kitty!” He held the cat kitten up, beaming as you good-naturedly rolled your eyes. “Look here.” You hooked your index finger under his chin and he put the kitten down. “Look here isn’t a nice name for the kitten.” You huffed, the tips of your lips going up, “Let me patch this right up and we’ll give it a name. Okay?” 

He nodded excitedly and you made eye contact with him. He blushed as he glanced into the distance and you chuckled as you stuck the smallest plaster at the corner of his lips. His unruly hair made him look like a bad boy, but with the kitten in his lap, all fierceness was gone and he was cooing softly. 

“So. I was thinking Benny.” 

“Benny?” 

“Yeah. Benny. Or I’m going to bring him to the pet center.” 

“Okay! Benny it is.”

NCT 127 <roommate au> - Johnny

find more content here: nct masterlist ↬ prompt: there’s a spider in my room and thank heavens you got rid of it but i’m not sleeping alone ↬ tags: roommate! johnny, gn! reader, mentions of a spider + reader’s phobia ↬ word count: 355 words

“AH!” Johnny wasn’t sure if he heard that right. He shrugged it off, assuming that perhaps the action-packed movie he’s immersed in had someone screaming. “Johnny Seo!” Okay, that sure did not come from Mission Impossible. He removed his earpieces, “What is it?” He trekked into the room, only to burst out laughing at you standing flushed against the wall on the bed.

He regained his composure, “W-What is it?” You squeezed your eyes shut and pointed to under the table. “Spider.” Was the only thing you said and Johnny’s eyes widened. He forgot you had a phobia of bugs and he immediately bends down, crouching under your desk to remove the little bugger, sprinting out of the room to dispose of it. 

“Okay. It’s gone now. You can come down.” Johnny was about to leave but when he saw you still standing there he cocked his head to the right, “Are you okay?” “My legs…are numb...” You gave him the puppy eyes and he sighed, his heart swelling at how cute you were. Gently wrapping his arms around your thighs he lifted you off the bed. He was about to put you down on the floor but your squirmed, “I’m not going to sleep here tonight. What if another one comes in?” You propped yourself up, holding on to his shoulders. “Can I sleep with you tonight?” Johnny looked up at you and of course he’d wouldn’t be able to resist you. If you had asked for a kidney, he’d donate them to you. 

Pretending to be mad, he shortly released his grip on you and you screamed, but he caught you again, “And what if I say no?” You were standing on his feet, your arms tightly wrapped around his neck as you buried your face in his chest. 

“No, no. Johnny. Please? I’m terrified if anything else comes in. your room doesn’t have a window and you know you’re big and you can scare them off-”

“-Just kidding. I’ll take the couch and you can take my bed.”

“We can just squeeze into one. Just don’t leave me alone with any creepy-crawlies.”

NCT 127 <roommate au> - Yuta

find more content here: nct masterlist ↬ prompt: i accidentally slammed the door too hard and now i’m room-bound, so entertain me because i’m totally not scared of being alone ↬ tags: roommate! yuta, gn! reader, mentions of being stuck in a room + reader’s claustraphobia  ↬ word count: 655 words

“What’s up roomie?” “Just a really meh day.” You pouted as you trudged past him, towards your room. “Take a nap maybe. It’s only 8pm.” Yuta shrugged, looking up from his laptop. “Mhm, I think so too. I’ll take an hour’s nap and get to working.” You stifled a yawn, legs in need of a rest from your part-time work. Pushing the door away from you, you entered the room. A gentle breeze caressed your face and you let the door close, wincing a little at the loud slam. 

“Sorry Yuta! Was an accident!” You apologized. You yawned as you stripped yourself of your work clothes, changing into a pair of shorts and an oversized tee. “Oh, right. I should bring them to the laundry room.” Picking them up from the floor with your feet, your hand landed on the metal part of the knob. Pressing hard down on the door knob, you had expected the door to swing towards you. Letting out a confused “huh?”, you attempted, putting in more strength this time, yet the door wouldn’t budge. 

Taking a step back, you placed your right hand on your waist. This couldn’t be happening, could it? “Yuta! Yuta!” You knocked against the door, hoping that perhaps he hadn’t put his headset on. “Yuta!” You rapped a little harder. “What’s up?” You sighed, “I can’t open my door. I think it’s stuck.” Chewing on the inside of your mouth, you heard his footsteps moving towards your door. “What kind of joke is this?” He chuckled and you retorted back, “It wouldn’t move. Not one bit!’ You informed him and you could imagine the grin on his face, “Are you sure? I think you just want my attention.” 

“If I had wanted your attention, I would have slapped you in the face.” You rolled your eyes, shifting your weight from the left to the right.

“Why...wouldn’t...it...move!” He grunted in between each word, his weight jarring the door. “So?” He groaned, “So I can’t open it from the outside, genius. I’m calling a professional.” You heard his footsteps retreating. 

“Ya! Y-Yuta!” “What?” You huffed, puffing out your cheeks, “Can you not leave me?” You leaned against the door, before sinking to the ground, work clothes long forgotten. Your heart rate sped up and you tried not to think of your claustrophobia. Your room wasn’t all that tiny, but you never once closed the door because of your phobia and now...

“...Are you okay inside there?” “No. It’s scary alone.” A moment passed between the two of you. “Is it okay if I just—” “No. No.” Your voice got caught in your throat and you repeated what you said. “Fine fine. I’ll sit right outside, okay?” You heard a soft thud and you smiled, satisfied. “Say, why aren’t you using your phone?” Yuta mused. 

“Dead. The computer too.” You fiddled with the keychain of your keys. “Mhm. Are your airpods in the room?” You nodded your head, only to realise that Yuta couldn’t see and replied, “It’s on me.” Yuta let out an excited whoop, “Okay, okay. Great. I’ll connect your airpods to my computer and you can listen to this japanese drama I’m watching.” You did as he instructed, pairing your bluetooth device with his Macbook. Before you could speak up, he assured you, “I’ve watched it plenty of times don’t worry it's in korean dubbing.” You made yourself comfortable against the door, “Are you comfortable outside?” 

“Yeah, though a sofa would be better. I bet you wanna whack me, but you can’t!” Yuta teased and you face-palm yourself, “Let me watch in peace, thank you very much.” 

“You haven’t even thanked me for doing this! As a roomie, I’m thoroughly disappointed.” 

“Thank you Yuta. What would I do without you, hm?” You lightly joked and he stuttered, “What, uhm. Huh, okay nevermind. Keep watching.” 

(Yuta had not expected you to be this smooth. Like, at all.)

NCT 127 <roommate au> - Doyoung

find more content here: nct masterlist ↬ prompt: it’s my first time rooming with someone else and i’m panicky--why are you so AAAAAAAAAAA? ↬ tags: roommate! doyoung, gn! reader, showering (but nothing sexual of course) ↬ word count: 699 words

Doyoung gritted his teeth as he lugged his luggage towards Dorm #12-07. Regretting not buying those luggage with wheels, he huffed as he unceremoniously dropped it at the front door. Just then, the door opened, revealing his (very cute, he thought) dorm-mate. “Hello.” Doyoung starred as you waved at him, “Oh! Please come in.” You opened the door wider and with a nod he entered the dorm he was about to spend the next three years in. 

He noted that you haven’t unpacked your items and they were placed neatly on the left side of the dining table. Silently you two sat opposite one another. “Ah, I was waiting for you to arrive so we could choose rooms.” Doyoung was touched that you had thought of this, “Oh thank you. I’m Doyoung by the way. Music major.” You took his outstretched hand. He was staring at your chocolate orbs and all he caught was “Business Major”. He’d have to get your name right. 

“How should we go about the rooms?” “We could draw lots, but I think you should choose. Since, after all you waited for me to choose. That gesture was nice of you.” You flushed at what he said and Doyoung mentally patted himself on the back. “Then I’ll take the one closer to the toilet.” “Deal.” Doyoung glanced around the dorm, realizing that it was rather modern. New campus, new dorms, he guessed. 

“Uhm, Doyoung-ssi?” “Ah, you don’t have to be so formal with me. Doyoung is fine.” He smiled and you relaxed, “Okay. Then you can call me whatever you are comfortable with.” Doyoung pulled out a piece of paper and a marker, “I have a suggestion. We come up with some rules we should abide by. We’ll stick this sheet of paper in the kitchen.” Your eyes lit up and you nodded your head, “You’re pretty efficient, Doyoung. It’s not a bad thing though!” You held your hands up and the two of you started laughing. “I just thought since we both don’t know each other, we come up with rules until we are comfortable with one another.” He uncapped the pen and slid the paper towards you, “I think you would have nicer handwriting. Mine’s like chicken scratch.” You laughed again and Doyoung swore to keep making you laugh, because darn, why did it sound so refreshing?

“I think one basic rule would be to clean up after one’s mess.” You wrote that down and Doyoung gazed as you tucked your hair behind your ear, bending forward to write that down. “No more than 20 minutes in the toilet. I heard the price of the water increased.” Doyoung winced, remembering the sign he saw in the lift. You purse your lips, “We should leave one set of spare keys in the house. We can make another set downstairs.” 

“Oh. We should alternate when we do the laundry and take out the trash. I think cleaning the house in general is a job two of us should do.” You readily agreed. “This time let’s draw lots.” He whipped out another piece of paper (thank goodness he has some spare sheet with him). Writing down “laundry” and “take out trash”, he scrunched up the paper after tearing it into halves. Mixing it around, he lifted his cupped hands, “You first.” You burst out laughing at his act, “Ah! Why do I have a bad feeling about this?” You opened your paper, revealing “laundry”. 

“Alright, so for this week I’ll take out the trash and you do the laundry. Truce.” He fistbumped you and you hid your face behind your hand, trying to contain your chuckled, leaving him confused. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“We’re discussing rules and everything and we forgot to exchange numbers!” 

Doyoung sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. You fished out your phone and unlocked it, handing it to him to input his number, He did the same as he passed it to you, fumbling when his hand brushed past yours. 

“What should I save my name as?” Doyoung grinned, thinking of putting some funny names. 

“Doyoung. And maybe a rabbit emoji.” (Admittedly, Doyoung quite enjoyed the idea of playing “house” with you.)

NCT 127 <roommate au> - Jaehyun

find more content here: nct masterlist ↬ prompt: you clearly looked stress but I don’t know what went through my mind as I kissed you on your cheek ↬ tags: roommate! jaehyun, gn! reader ↬ word count: 355 words

Jaehyun wasn’t much of a speaker, but more of a physical affection type of person. His silent, mildly moody type resulted in him having a smaller pool of friends, whereas you were the complete opposite. Loud, ditzy and just happy-go-lucky. You two are roommates, and people found it funny on how you two managed to live together, much less have the same classes. 

Jaehyun heard the main door unlock, his ears perking up for the all-too-familiar “JAE I'M BACK!”. He sat upright, only to hear the door close with a soft whoosh. Sensing that something might have gone wrong, he lifted himself off the bed and with three strides he entered the living room, only to see you with your head tucked towards your shoulder. He sped up towards you, his hands on your shoulders, “Hey, are you okay?” 

He suddenly remembered that you were called by the professor to stay back for a while. Professor Park was notorious for punishing latecomers, or people who didn’t do his work. Jaehyun was walking towards class and you were lagging behind him, still trying to get the sleep out of your eyes. “You head in first. I’m going to wash up real quick.” “Are you sure?” You nodded and Jaehyun decided to trek towards class. Saving a seat for you, the bell dinged and Jaehyun indistively glanced at the door. 

Long story short, you arrived after the professor. And the professor really hated tardiness.

“I-I’m supposed to hand in my report tomorrow by 7pm.” A hiccup left you and you sniffled. “Oh no…” was all Jaehyun could muster. Another sob wreck your body and you wiped at your tears, “I haven’t got past the cover page yet. And...and...” Jaehyun lifted up your chin with his finger and he pressed a kiss on your face. You stood still, making eye contact with you. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t know. I am...uh.” You buried your face into his chest. 

“Just hold me please?” 

“A-Anytime.”

(Truth was your face was flaming hot and you, without thinking, hid your face in his chest. But wow, why is his heart beating so fast?)

NCT 127 <roommate au> - Jungwoo

find more content here: nct masterlist ↬ prompt: why did you come back so late!? you had me worried sick! ↬ tags: roommate! jungwoo, gn! reader ↬ word count: 454 words

Jungwoo nervously drummed his fingers on the table, his focus on his textbook long gone. Where were you? You ended work an hour ago and you should have been home 15 minutes ago. His eyes darted to his phone, 11.45 pm illuminating against the black screen. Chewing on his lower lip, he decided that his textbook on “How to Care for a Stroke Patient” was not going to make him feel any less jittery. 

He had sent 10 messages and dialed you 5 times. None of them were read or picked-up and that had him worried. It wasn’t like you to not do so, as you would drop him 3 texts that were greatly assuring: 1. You were done with work; 2. You got on the bus; 3. You got off the bus. The last message from you was that you’ve reached work and you wished Jungwoo a nice evening ahead. He fidgeted with his phone, wondering if anything happened. 

Sighing, he glanced at the door again. The clock showed 11:58 pm and that was when the full-fledged fear struck him hard. Picking up his house keys, his gut instincts were telling him to find you and that you might be injured. He grabbed a brown cardigan lying beside him and shrugged it on. Heart beating erratically, he gripped onto his phone and got up from the chair he was seated on. 

Just as he did that, the door burst open, revealing a mildly flushed you. Jungwoo immediately wrapped you in a tight hug, “You scared me! How could you not reply to any of my text messages or my calls?” He pulled away, stroking your head, “Are you okay? Did you injure yourself or anything?” 

“Firsty, my phone died and because I lent you my portable I wasn’t able to charge my phone. Secondly, I am okay. I just ended work later than I thought. There were a lot of make-up products being shipped today and I was helping to unload them. Thirdly, no I’m not injured or anything.” You assured him, cupping his face in your hands. “But you looked like you were running.” 

“I was speed walking from the bus stop because I knew you’d be worried. And I can totally tell you’re about to leave the house.” You pointed at his cardigan and he cocked his head to the side, “And you know that I’m worried right? It’s so late at night and you are travelling alone!” 

“I told you I’m okay! I have a black belt in Taekwondo!” 

“Nuh uh. I’m going to fetch you from work every Saturday. Do it for my sake, my heart is going to give up knowing that you aren’t at home by 11.30.”

NCT 127 <roommate au> - Mark

 find more content here: nct masterlist ↬ prompt: we played Scrabble to help you with your English, but we somehow ended up going to sleep beside each other ↬ tags: roommate! mark, gn! reader ↬ word count: 575 words

“I hate studying for Communications. In English.” You groaned as Mark raised his eyebrows. “Why must I learn this?” “Well, you need to communicate proficiently to have good relations with your customers! I thought it was a sub-module in your major.” Mark pointed out. “It’s easy for you to say because you’re good at it.” You pouted, fiddling with your pen instead of completing the assignment given to you. “You need to keep practising. Come, I’ll go through this with you again.” Mark sat up straight but you hid your face in your arms, “If I’m going to see another English word I’m going to puke.”

“I have an idea!” Mark clapped his hands loudly causing you to jump in your seat. “Wait right here!” He grinned at you as he sprinted out of his seat.

-- 

The next thing Mark knew, you two were in his room and you were seated across him, brows furrowed as you looked at the alphabets you had on your rack. “We’ve formed 5 words already.” Mark helpfully suggested, glancing at you once in a while to notice how adorable you look when you were utterly focused. 

Mark thought it would be a great idea to get you to play Scrabble with him, but the only difference was that there were no points and you could request for hints. He figured that with hints you’d be able to learn, so he didn’t mind. And the words had to be related to business. 

“Hint? Please?” You looked at him and his heart skipped a beat. “Let me see. You can form a word with these two letters.” He tapped the alphabet displayed on the rack and you rubbed the back of your neck. He made eye contact with you, hoping that you’d understand. “Oh! Oh!” You spelt the word “vision” and you grinned happily. “V-I-S-I-O-N. Vision!” You spelt it out slowly and pronounced it. “Yeah. So what does it mean?” 

“Like...thinking or planning for the future.” You answered and Mark nodded his head, “Great job there!” You gave a whoop of joy and you held your hand out and Mark high-fived you, a smile spreading across his face, a warm feeling swelling up in his heart. 

--

“I’m done. We’ve been playing this for 3 hours and my brain is dead.” You let out a yawn, promptly collapsing on Mark’s bed. Mark wordlessly collected the pieces and shoved them back into the box that they belong to. Without hesitation, Mark lay beside you. Too tired to care about moving into the living room to sleep, he grabbed a comforter folded at the edge of his bed and placed it securely around you. 

--

Mark jolted out of his bed when he felt an all-too-familiar pin and needles feeling in his arm. Pulling his arms towards him, he noticed the sunlight filtering in through the 7th floor window. You were still sleeping soundly beside him, curled up into a tiny ball under his checkered comforter. 

Giggling to himself, he whipped out his phone to take many pictures of you. Somehow you sensed that he was trying to blackmail you and you cracked your eyes open. “Knew it.” You said in your husky voice before chuckling. Mark’s heart resounded loudly in his ears. “So?” Mark asked. “I think Scrabble hurts my brain.” You dramatically clutched your head. 

“No. Are you more confident now?” 

“Just take my examination on behalf of me Mark.”

NCT 127 <roommate au> - Haechan

find more content here: nct masterlist ↬ prompt: you don’t know that i can braid hair, but i’m really just lying and using this opportunity to play with yours ↬ tags: roommate! haechan, gn! reader, mentions of friends! jaemin + jeno + renjun ↬ word count: 685 words

“Come here.” Haechan gestured for you to come to him. You shook your head, “No.” “Come here~!” He patted the empty spot in front of him. You relented when he showed his puppy eyes, “Fine.” You crossed your legs, sitting in front of him. “Not like this.” He placed his hands on your shoulder and adjusted so you were seated with your back facing his front. “This better not be a prank.” 

“I want to braid my niece’s hair when I visit her during the semester break.” You didn’t connect the dots, “And what has that got to do with me?” Haechan whipped out your comb, “I need to practice. On your hair, that is.” Haechan leaned forward and your face met his, “Pretty please? She grew out her hair just because she wants me to braid it for her.” Wasn’t entirely the truth, neither was it a lie. 

“Are you sure you can do it?” “Trust me. I’ve seen enough tutorials. Plus you are going out later right? You can flex your new hair style.” Haechan watched as you contemplated, “That’s true. If it looks ugly you’re treating me to dinner after my study session with Jeno, Jaemin and Renjun.” The five of them were good friends, just that Haechan took a different major from them. “Deal. Now stop fidgeting and let me comb your hair.” 

Sitting in silence, he combed through your already silky smooth hair. He never really noted how flowy it was as you tend to put it up in a bun when you went about carrying out daily activities. Haechan decided there and then, that when you had your hair down, you looked extra pretty. Parting your hair to your left and right, he tried to recall what his 8 year old niece advised (yelled at) him. 

Separating your hair into three sections near the front of your head, he started the slow process of weaving your hair. You picked up your phone and put your playlist on shuffle, humming to the first song that started playing. “Why does it feel so lop-sided?” You reached up to touch and Haechan swatted your hand, “Girl, it is coming along fine.” 

He fell into the rhythm of weaving your hair, occasionally taking in some more hair to add onto the braid. “Done with one side. So? What do you think?” you picked up your phone and clicked on the camera app. You let out a gasp, “DId you just do this?” You grabbed his hands, “With your hands? Your rather clumsy hands?” “Yes. Yes I did.” He smirked, “I’m a master at this.”   

Going through the same motions, you two passed random comments to each other as Haechan (effortlessly, he thinks) styled your hair. “Tada~!” He scrambled to look at your appearance. “Can I—” “—No! Let me see if it’s okay!” He hoped he did better than the last time he was over at his niece’s. Snatching the phone from you, he finally took a good glance at you. All the air left from his lungs and he gaped. Messy buns were your thing, but he figured he just made braids your new thing.

“H-Haechan, what’s wrong?” He snapped out of it, trying and failing to hide his blush and he averted his eyes. You raised an eyebrow as you peeled his fingers off your phone and you utilized the camera app. An unreadable expression flashed across your face, “You...don’t have to treat me to lunch.”

“Really?” You touched your braids, running your fingers from the very tops to the ends, “I think I like it.” Haechan let out a sigh of relief, “You look pretty.” You hid your face behind your hands, “ do?” “Don’t believe me ask the other three.” He said with much confidence you burst out laughing.

“Hi guys! The musketeers have arrived!” Jeno announced. “WOW! Your hair!” Renjun pointed as soon as you got up to open the door. “You look pretty. Did you do that yourself?”

“No, Haechan tied it for me. Said he wanted to practice braids.” 

“But I thought Haechan already knows—” “—ZIP JAEMIN!”