Nctc Stories

I just need to rant somewhere

"Where's the salt Mark?" "I left it in the kitchen..." They froze, and a chilling silence falls upon the two. "We're fucked, Mark." © 2019 sseullgi (This story is being rewritten.) 12.08.18 1.17.19

every year you wish him exactly as the clock strikes twelve on the night of february fourth. taking a leap of courage, you decide to give him a little more than just a birthday greeting. 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴. jisung x reader 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱 07.05.2022