cloudeight
Fandoms
- NCT (Band) (1)
Recent works
-
Tags
Summary
Ten hums, pulling him past Leon lounging on the floor and through the bedroom door. “You smell like beer, hyung,” Ten whispers, and it's dark in his room but Johnny can hear the smile in his voice.
“Will you kiss me anyway?”
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
“Look,” Chenle says, “I don’t mind helping you, Ji. But… If we—keep doing this, there has to be a rule.”
Jisung freezes, halfway through adjusting the hem of his t-shirt. “A rule?”
“Yeah,” Chenle stares down at Jisung’s bedsheets, picking at one of the loose threads of his comforter. “Just one.”
Chenle agrees to help Jisung with his predicament under one condition: Jisung isn't allowed to touch him.
Bookmarked by cloudeight
17 May 2026
-
Tags
Summary
Ten is a good drummer. Love Talk are a good band. They could be better, if members didn't keep leaving. Johnny Suh never left though. He's always there, writing the songs and getting the glory, getting the girls and leaving Ten in the back to watch. He never goes too far though. Later, in the quiet, Johnny always comes to him.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 10,616
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Collections:
- 1
- Comments:
- 14
- Kudos:
- 59
- Bookmarks:
- 4
- Hits:
- 900
Bookmarked by cloudeight
06 Mar 2026
-
Tags
Summary
“You look thin,” Sooyoung says, clicks her tongue.
Jungeun folds the cardigan away. “You aren't my mother,” she replies, the roll of her eyes to soften the remark like something rehearsed.
Their gazes meet across the table. Sooyoung tries to convey weight through steadfast eye contact, tries to think of her next line, to stick to the script. Have you been well? Are you taking care of yourself, Jungeun-ah?
“I know,” she says instead. Jungeun looks away first.
Or: Sooyoung and Jungeun get lunch for the first time in a long while.
Bookmarked by cloudeight
29 Jan 2026
-
- Words:
- 85,691
- Works:
- 11
- Bookmarks:
- 30
Bookmarked by cloudeight
05 Dec 2025
-
Tags
Summary
When Ten wakes up the computer, the black reflection of his face disappears as the interface of the comms system hums to life. He waits until the red display of the clock reaches five past the hour, like he does every night, then clicks into the call.
“Ground control to whiskey alpha yankee victor. Come in, whiskey.”
“Hi, Johnny,” Ten says, smiling at the face on the screen.
Bookmarked by cloudeight
11 Feb 2025