3 Works by haolpha
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oh to bounce on it while he yaps about his nerdy interests... by haolpha
Fandoms: NCT (Band)
24 Nov 2025
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Jisung liked to think someone up there – maybe the stars or the person responsible for making them – purposely made sure that Chenle’s hands wouldn’t grow past the length of his wrist; a testament that just as the stars in the sky had predetermined lifecycles that fate plans out for them millions of years in advance, Chenle and Jisung were always destined to inhabit the same space together.
A hand wrapped around a wrist. The rings of Saturn, countless rocks and ice and particles and dust that circle the planet in a complete, absolute orbit.
And then he’s sharply reminded that a stars’ life expectancy completely depends on its initial mass, either forming into a black hole or a white dwarf if it were truly small enough, and his poetic ramblings lose a bit of wind.
Still, Jisung prefers some of the more lyrical descriptions of scientific phenomena, even if he happens to know a little too much about how the world works to genuinely believe them.
(Jisung thinks Chenle is acting strangely. He does a few stupid things - in the name of science - to get to the bottom of it.)
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“It’s okay if you have feelings for him, Chenle.” Mark says after calming down, wiping a stray tear from the corner of his eye. “I think you guys would be cute together.”
Mark doesn’t have to know this – or maybe he does, in an omnipresent sense beyond the scope of most human minds (since he had a habit of displaying oddly timed wisdom once a blue moon), but Chenle has already given the thought of him and Jisung as an item some deliberation.
He’s tossed and turned and flipped and rotated the idea, he really has, but the end conclusion always remains the same; Fundamentally, him and Jisung wouldn’t work romantically.
Or, Chenle brushes off anything regarding his and Jisung's relationship exactly 3 times before he succumbs to the inevitable.
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"You changed your hair," Gyuvin points out, ignoring the obvious tension rolling off of Ricky's form. It was harder to gauge from farther away, from a distance where Ricky couldn't metaphorically and literally hurt him (not that he ever had -- again, it was romantic business. All part of the bit). "No more cute little Strawber-Ricky, eh? You're all hot and blonde now."
Alternatively; Ricky and Gyuvin make a cup of coffee together.