boyfrendery
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- NCT (Band) (22)
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“I’ve wanted this for a long time,” Renjun finally whispers, breathless after a few more heartbeats.
Outside it’s pitch-black, and the living room is dark except for the Christmas lights still hung up around the house—tumbling down and around the tree, along the perimeter of the living room, softly glowing through the window from where the lights line the rooftop—but it’s bright enough for Yukhei to make out all the important details of Renjun’s face. Renjun’s shy and blushing as Yukhei tucks a tuft of hair behind his ear, smiles when Yukhei’s fingers cup his chin and coaxes him forward, closing their distance.
It’s pitch-black and the house is empty, and this is something Yukhei’s wanted for a really, really long time.
“Me too.”
(Renjun and Yukhei make special plans for New Year's Eve.)
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Everyone here is paired off: knife and cutting board, coffee mug and sugar bowl, fork and spoon. And while Lucas doesn’t need to be part of a set—he’s fully functional and whole on his own—he wouldn’t mind that companionship, to have someone to call his.
(Lucas is a fork who hopes to meet his soulmate. Renjun is the teaspoon he's been waiting for.)
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Jeno invites Xiaojun to film a video with him.
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Living with Lucas and Hendery is great: Renjun captures frogs for his roommates and, in exchange for the hard work, his share of rent is low. They're friendly, they're sweet, and he loves spending time with them.
There's only one problem: the Wongs are dating each other and Renjun is catching feelings for both of them.
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years later, renjun meets with lucas and opens old wounds
Series
- Part 2 of falter
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we've got the rest of our lives
or: dildo!verse luren
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on se prend la main, comme des enfants by littlehuang (boyfrendery)
Fandom: NCT (Band), WAYV
03 Sep 2020
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we take each other's hands, like children
(fulfilled prompts for #00fftober)
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we might falter, but it don't matter
or: post-break up canon luren
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It was both terrifying and exhilarating, Mark supposed, that none of the murderers and serial killers he had read about on text could ever measure up to The Sculptor.
Bookmarked by boyfrendery
15 Jan 2021
Bookmarker's Notes
the descriptions !! vivid and gruesome but still beautiful
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It’s about letting go. It’s about being in freefall and handing Renjun the parachute cord. Closing his eyes and knowing — knowing with all of his heart — that Renjun will stop him from hitting the ground.
And god, isn’t that fucking terrifying?
Bookmarked by boyfrendery
13 Jan 2021
Bookmarker's Notes
fics like this one are the reason why breathplay is my favourite kink to read about *___*
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And… well. Maybe Renjun does have a crush. A tiny, little crush. But that's only for him to know and to suffer alone with it as he watches from the sidelines. Nobody needs to know that he’s pining for the new boy in the team and that Sungchan really is the reason why he suddenly started to show up for their practices.
Renjun is sure he's doing a good job of hiding it, even though Jaemin insists on the opposite. Jaemin doesn't know shit, anyway.
Bookmarked by boyfrendery
01 Jan 2021
Bookmarker's Notes
the mutual pining here is so delicious and awkward!! they’re adorable
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Time is supposed to always win, even against such a formidable opponent as Huang Renjun.
But then again, Yukhei has always been blind to the folly of his youth.
Bookmarked by boyfrendery
31 Dec 2020
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they can’t and shouldn’t be together but i want them to. so bad
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“You wanna get pegged?” Donghyuck asks, a mix of shock and disbelief in her voice. “You? Liu ‘fuckboy’ Yangyang?”
“I do like boys, Hyuck, this isn’t news,” he mumbles, head in his hands.
“I know, dumbass, I just didn’t take you as the type to—” she cuts herself off, and then leans back, “That’s cool though, nothing wrong with that.”
A beat of silence passes. “I have a strap-on,” she says casually.