noelle.

樂 ──── 𝐤𝗂𝗌𝗌, ‎ ‎ 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌, ‎ ‎ 𝘬i𝗌𝗌 ‎ ‎ 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝘺 .ᐟ

[celestialhymns]

. . . 노을의 세상 𑙒◞̼ 🐇💭

˙ . ꒷ 🍥 . 𖦹˙— happy 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 tremor, my frozen 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 is drippin' drippin' into you ──── ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ♯ your ℊ𝒶𝓏ℯ so warm, 🪽 your touch 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 ;‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ୨ৎ 햇살처럼 내 맘을 비춰 와 넌 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

© celestialhymns 2025. 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱.

[celestialhymns]

WHAT AM I TO YOU? ❛ 메아리만 맴도는 방에 ❜ ꒦꒷

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synopsis‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ :‎ ‎ ‎ wherein you part ways with words too bitter and too heavy . . .﹆ׂׂʚ ❪🌃☁️🌑❫

〔 𝐚𝒓𝒅𝐨𝐮𝐫 〕 ｡ 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 '𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂' 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗶𝗻 x 𝒇!reader 𖦆‎ 2537THOU ‎ ‎ ‎💭 ‎ ‎ ‎ req? yes! ‎ ‎ ──‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝗻𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁 , mentions of violence , 𝗲𝘀𝘁｡ 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 , mentions of seongje's bitchass 忧 / 나 혼자서만 떠돌아 내내

⌗ note‎ ‎ ‎ :‎ ‎ it's been marinating for so long, and i still don't feel like it's good enough. unfortunately, this is my blog and i can post it even if its bad. it's kinda related to my first baku oneshot (also my first post!!) that i posted here. crying baku. luv it. im posting this at 12am so im not checking this before i post it. gnight yall

ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ for my beloved ♥︎ [ @soovues ]

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ☆ ‎ REBL0G4K1SS

you waited inside the warm room anxiously. you checked your phone every few minutes, checking the time as you waited for him to come home. you were particularly grateful his father was around at this moment, because it would've only been harder for you had he been here.

you had even finished cleaning his room, putting away the cups and making his bed. and now all you could do was wait.

when you left your house earlier today, you knew exactly what you were going to do. you strengthened your resolve because you couldn't do this any longer. you couldn't look him in the eye and hide everything you were doing when he wasn't looking. or rather, you couldn't keep lying.

as you heard the door open in the distance, you instinctively stood up. though you couldn't see him, you knew he was taking his shoes off and hurrying to the bathroom to wash his face and hands before he saw you. you didn't have to see him to know what he was doing.

once the faucet turned off, humin entered the room with a huge grin on his face as he embraced you in a tight hug. you cherished his touch for what would probably be the last time and hugged him back, fingers caressing his back gently.

as he pulled away, he smiled at you brightly, but you could see the look in his eyes. he was nervous, anxious even. perhaps the way you texted him, 'we need to talk', did the damage, but humin knew either way that something was wrong. and you weren't sure how he'd take it. you were still fidgeting with the sleeves of your cardigan as you sat down next to him on his bed.

"so, that thing you mentioned earlier," humin began, "what did you want to talk about?"

you swallowed hard, as you mentally prepared yourself to explain the situation to him. so you began talking, right from the very start.

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a few weeks ago, the union successfully took over your school, seowon high school. naturally, the bullies were thrilled to find out. everyone was aware that the union paid well, that is, if you play your cards right. the existing school violence that didn't usually affect you suddenly became overwhelming. anyone who kept to themselves immediately became a target. and then phones started going missing, and people would come back to their class only to find out that their money had been stolen.

when this became a daily occurrence, you knew you had to do something. you had already gotten your money stolen a few times, but things were gradually escalating within the school. luckily, you managed to find out exactly who had been taking your money and ended up in a confrontation outside of school. you had hoped to avoid this, but before you knew it, you were already throwing hands with a girl. both of you got pretty fucked up, but she had more people, so you were obviously on the more fucked side.

but you got lucky, very lucky. a man happened to see the whole thing. before her friends could give it another shot, he interrupted, "a one v four doesn't seem quite fair, does it?"

the girls stopped before they could throw another punch, as he walked into the alley, a cigarette lit between his lips, "your leader has already given up. do you really think you stand a chance?" he sighed, flicking the cigarette butt onto the ground and crushing it beneath his feet, "get going. continue this another time, hm?"

you recognised him from the glasses and the bright orange jacket and everything baku had told you about him. geum seongje. na baekjin's right-hand man and the psycho who'd beat people to a pulp if they dared to look at him for more than three seconds. he waved his hand at the girls, and they helped their leader up and headed out. if they wished to continue in the union, they'd better not piss him off.

he watched quietly as you got up slowly, limping slightly after you took a hit to your leg. "you're pretty good."

when you stayed silent, he chuckled, "well, when it comes to defending yourself, that is. that won't be very effective in a fight. you need to be able to land a hit in a fight, just defending isn't enough."

"what do you want?"

he smiled widely, "i was hoping you'd ask. you see, we think you'd make a good fit for the union."

you threw your backpack over your shoulder and stared him down for a moment, "do you know who i am?"

seongje nodded, "i do. you're dating baku, right?" he scoffed, glancing at the blood on your knee, "does it matter?"

"if you know that, why would you want me to join the union?"

"the same reason baekjin wants baku to join the union," he said, stepping closer, "besides, aren't you tired of having to be careful around your classmates every day? you could be the one they walk on eggshells around, if you join the union."

you scoffed, "you have to be completely out of your mind to think i'd ever do that."

"i guess. either way, if you change your mind, let me know."

"i won't."

"we'll see about that." seongje walked away, leaving you alone.

as you walked home, you found yourself thinking about what he said earlier. joining the union didn't sound so bad, but if baku was strongly against it, he must have a good reason. you had been subject to his monologues about how he regretted teaching baekjin, his childhood friend, how to fight. he only wanted the boy to learn how to defend himself. but he had made a mistake.

even though you saw him that day, you didn't tell him anything about what happened. not about the fight or about seongje. you knew he could sense something was wrong, but he didn't push it when you kept insisting it was nothing.

though he didn't believe you, he let it be.

and for a while, you thought you'd be alright. that you could just keep defending yourself against bullies, but the final straw came when you received a call from the hospital, only to find out one of your closest friends had been hospitalised due to a head injury. you rushed to the hospital as soon as you could and found your friend on a bed, barely holding on. the doctors went on about how they got lucky, but you didn't care anymore, even when your friend told you not to do anything stupid.

usually, you wouldn't lose it even in the face of this situation. but your patience had already been running low. the next thing you know is you're straddling mihee kang in an alleyway and punching her face until you broke her nose and gave her a black eye. you'd had enough of it. her dummies had to drag you away from her to stop you.

as you headed home, you made a decision. you dialled his number and heard his voice come through the other end, "did you change your mind?"

"yeah. fuck it. i'll join your stupid union."

and thus, here you were. hiding everything from baku had been hard enough, as he noticed the injuries, but you remained adamant on avoiding explaining things. you realized you had been more irritable than usual and would snap at him even if it wasn't that serious. but not anymore. you couldn't keep lying to him when you knew he could see the bandages on your body and the marks on your face. you couldn't lie to him anymore.

and you didn't have an option either.

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you waited, holding his hands in yours as you waited for him to say something, anything. but he didn't. he stayed quiet, staring at the floor. you gently rubbed your thumb across the back of his hand, something you'd do often to comfort him. but he didn't react.

he refused to look up at you as he spoke, "why didn't you tell me?"

his eyes seemed unreadable as he finally looked up, "if you were in pain, if you were suffering, you should've told me!"

"i couldn't, baku. i thought i could handle it on my own. i didn't want to drag you into my mess."

he scoffed, "your mess? baekjin sent seongje after you because of me. if this is anybody's mess, it's mine."

you sighed, letting your eyes fall to your lap, "i just.. i wasn't sure what to do. i didn't want to add on to your problems, and i really wanted to handle it myself. i don't want to rely on you to protect me."

"i am not asking you to let me protect you," he said, his voice slightly agitated, "i am asking you to rely on me. if things get hard, just let me handle it for you."

picking up on the agitation in his voice, you scoffed. you weren't sure what you were thinking anymore. your head felt like chaos but you didn't stop. even when you knew you should've, you didn't. even when you wanted to.

"and what? should i rely on you every time things get hard? everytime i feel i can't do it, i should just give up and turn to you? do i seem that fragile and naive to you?" you stood up as baku followed, "i don't want to live my life relying on others for everything."

"i am just saying, " he held your wrist, as he pulled you back to sit down and knelt in front of you, "i don't want you to suffer alone. i am not questioning what you can or can't do. all i am saying is asking for help doesn't make you weak."

maybe he was right. maybe you should've turned back from your decision, but you were too agitated. too irritable. too scared.

"perhaps you're right. but i can't be with you knowing that i lied to you and went against everything you believe in. it's too heavy on my conscience."

baku felt a lump in his throat, his voice barely a whisper as he moved closer towards you, in hopes he had misheard, "what? what do you mean?"

"i am saying that," you swallowed, trying to ignore the look in his eyes as you spoke, "i think we should break up."

"what?"

"i think we should break up," you pursed your lips, trying your best to hold back the tears threatening to spill over, "i can't do this anymore. i can't leave the union, you know how it is."

"no," he whispered to himself more than you as he slowly began to panic, "no, no,no. y/n, listen to me. we'll figure it out, alright? i'll talk to baekjin, and i am sure i can talk him out of it—"

"no," you saw the way his eyes brimmed with tears, "it's either you or me. and this is a decision i made. the only one responsible for it is me."

at this point, baku had tears streaming down his face as he tightly held your hands in his own trembling hands, "please. you don't understand. we can fix this."

"no, we can't," you looked away, "there's nothing to fix, baku. i just can't pretend like everything is fine when it's not. i can't keep lying to you and smiling at you when my entire body hurts. i can't do this. i can't be with you."

"then don't. just lie to me, scream at me — anything. just stay with me, hmm?" he spoke, his voice choking on his tears. his knees ached from kneeling on the cold, hard floor, but it felt like nothing compared to the ache in his heart. his voice rang in your ears, and yet your resolve remained unshaken.

you stood up, "no, humin-ah. there's no reason for me to stay. and none for you to hold onto me."

he held your hand tightly, so tight his knuckles turned white. he was afraid that if he lets go of you now, you might disappear. he shook his head. it didn't matter what you said to him. his resolve was strong, but his hope was withering away. he wasn't sure how tightly he had to hold you to keep you from leaving.

"i can't let go. i won't let go. if you've made your decision, then i have made mine." he says, swallowing down the lump in his throat.

you reached out to him and gently brushed your thumb against his cheek. you wiped away the tears staining his face. he was a sniffling, sobbing mess. your heartstrings tugged within your chest at the face of the boy you've only ever seen smile at you. it made you wonder how many times he cried this way, with no one to give him a shoulder. how many times had you missed this sight?

you freed your hand from his grip and cupped his face, and leaned in, "are you going to keep crying this way? you need to stop, humin-ah. you look pathetic, you know?"

even though your words hit hard, baku didn't care about being pathetic. he didn't care if he seemed pathetic. he didn't care if you humiliated him or stepped on him. he didn't care if you insulted him or called him all the names in the book. he could let it all slide if it meant you'd stay.

"please.." he felt short of breath, "please don't do this."

"oh but it's already done," you patted his cheek, gently wiping away a tear that slid down his face, "we're done, baku. take care, hmm?"

you stood up straight, looking ahead at the mirror across from you. your reflection stared back with glossy eyes, and your fingers ached to touch him again, to pull him in your embrace and tell him you won't go. but you will.

baku didn't try to stop you anymore, as if he had already accepted your decision. he only cried silently, his head fallen and his gaze glued to the floor. he didn't dare to say another word. all he did was hope that perhaps for a moment, you would reconsider.

instead you left the room with quick, long strides, not daring once to turn back. even though you could still hear him breaking down, you couldn't walk back inside or take your words back. you couldn't take it back. no matter how badly you wanted to. and he knew it was final.

you walked out of the front door, closing the door behind you as your back pressed against the door. you held your hand to your mouth as you finally let your emotions drift freely. your heart raced within your ribcage, and each breath served as a reminder that you had lost the one person you adored the most in the world. you could only regret and grieve a relationship you ended.

your heart sank as you looked down from the apartment complex. your eyes met another sharp pair of eyes, and by the look on your face, na baekjin could tell you had been obedient.

© celestialhymns 2026. 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱.

[celestialhymns]

there are NO FICS FOR EUNGYEOL. NOT EVEN ON WATTPAD. yall better tag me if you see a fic for eungyeol otherwise i will have to take matters into my own hands sigh

[celestialhymns]

i am taking matters into my own hands

[writingdose]

thank you ao3 for protecting writers and never allowing censorship to plague your platform. we love and respect you for this

[celestialhymns]

omgggg thank u smm for 100+ followers !! i have been really busy lately (finals) so i've been posting very inconsistently but i really appreciate this sm !! i was going to do a req (one of my favs) when i hit 100 followers but unfortunately, rn is pretty tough for me. if any of y'all are engenes, yk what i'm talking about. hopefully, i'll be able to post as soon as i feel better and my finals are over! once again, tysm for all the love 💓

[celestialhymns]

WHAT AM I TO YOU? ❛ 메아리만 맴도는 방에 ❜ ꒦꒷

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synopsis‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ :‎ ‎ ‎ wherein you part ways with words too bitter and too heavy . . .﹆ׂׂʚ ❪🌃☁️🌑❫

〔 𝐚𝒓𝒅𝐨𝐮𝐫 〕 ｡ 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 '𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂' 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗶𝗻 x 𝒇!reader 𖦆‎ 2537THOU ‎ ‎ ‎💭 ‎ ‎ ‎ req? yes! ‎ ‎ ──‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝗻𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁 , mentions of violence , 𝗲𝘀𝘁｡ 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 , mentions of seongje's bitchass 忧 / 나 혼자서만 떠돌아 내내

⌗ note‎ ‎ ‎ :‎ ‎ it's been marinating for so long, and i still don't feel like it's good enough. unfortunately, this is my blog and i can post it even if its bad. it's kinda related to my first baku oneshot (also my first post!!) that i posted here. crying baku. luv it. im posting this at 12am so im not checking this before i post it. gnight yall

ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ for my beloved ♥︎ [ @soovues ]

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ☆ ‎ REBL0G4K1SS

you waited inside the warm room anxiously. you checked your phone every few minutes, checking the time as you waited for him to come home. you were particularly grateful his father was around at this moment, because it would've only been harder for you had he been here.

you had even finished cleaning his room, putting away the cups and making his bed. and now all you could do was wait.

when you left your house earlier today, you knew exactly what you were going to do. you strengthened your resolve because you couldn't do this any longer. you couldn't look him in the eye and hide everything you were doing when he wasn't looking. or rather, you couldn't keep lying.

as you heard the door open in the distance, you instinctively stood up. though you couldn't see him, you knew he was taking his shoes off and hurrying to the bathroom to wash his face and hands before he saw you. you didn't have to see him to know what he was doing.

once the faucet turned off, humin entered the room with a huge grin on his face as he embraced you in a tight hug. you cherished his touch for what would probably be the last time and hugged him back, fingers caressing his back gently.

as he pulled away, he smiled at you brightly, but you could see the look in his eyes. he was nervous, anxious even. perhaps the way you texted him, 'we need to talk', did the damage, but humin knew either way that something was wrong. and you weren't sure how he'd take it. you were still fidgeting with the sleeves of your cardigan as you sat down next to him on his bed.

"so, that thing you mentioned earlier," humin began, "what did you want to talk about?"

you swallowed hard, as you mentally prepared yourself to explain the situation to him. so you began talking, right from the very start.

─────────────────────────────────

a few weeks ago, the union successfully took over your school, seowon high school. naturally, the bullies were thrilled to find out. everyone was aware that the union paid well, that is, if you play your cards right. the existing school violence that didn't usually affect you suddenly became overwhelming. anyone who kept to themselves immediately became a target. and then phones started going missing, and people would come back to their class only to find out that their money had been stolen.

when this became a daily occurrence, you knew you had to do something. you had already gotten your money stolen a few times, but things were gradually escalating within the school. luckily, you managed to find out exactly who had been taking your money and ended up in a confrontation outside of school. you had hoped to avoid this, but before you knew it, you were already throwing hands with a girl. both of you got pretty fucked up, but she had more people, so you were obviously on the more fucked side.

but you got lucky, very lucky. a man happened to see the whole thing. before her friends could give it another shot, he interrupted, "a one v four doesn't seem quite fair, does it?"

the girls stopped before they could throw another punch, as he walked into the alley, a cigarette lit between his lips, "your leader has already given up. do you really think you stand a chance?" he sighed, flicking the cigarette butt onto the ground and crushing it beneath his feet, "get going. continue this another time, hm?"

you recognised him from the glasses and the bright orange jacket and everything baku had told you about him. geum seongje. na baekjin's right-hand man and the psycho who'd beat people to a pulp if they dared to look at him for more than three seconds. he waved his hand at the girls, and they helped their leader up and headed out. if they wished to continue in the union, they'd better not piss him off.

he watched quietly as you got up slowly, limping slightly after you took a hit to your leg. "you're pretty good."

when you stayed silent, he chuckled, "well, when it comes to defending yourself, that is. that won't be very effective in a fight. you need to be able to land a hit in a fight, just defending isn't enough."

"what do you want?"

he smiled widely, "i was hoping you'd ask. you see, we think you'd make a good fit for the union."

you threw your backpack over your shoulder and stared him down for a moment, "do you know who i am?"

seongje nodded, "i do. you're dating baku, right?" he scoffed, glancing at the blood on your knee, "does it matter?"

"if you know that, why would you want me to join the union?"

"the same reason baekjin wants baku to join the union," he said, stepping closer, "besides, aren't you tired of having to be careful around your classmates every day? you could be the one they walk on eggshells around, if you join the union."

you scoffed, "you have to be completely out of your mind to think i'd ever do that."

"i guess. either way, if you change your mind, let me know."

"i won't."

"we'll see about that." seongje walked away, leaving you alone.

as you walked home, you found yourself thinking about what he said earlier. joining the union didn't sound so bad, but if baku was strongly against it, he must have a good reason. you had been subject to his monologues about how he regretted teaching baekjin, his childhood friend, how to fight. he only wanted the boy to learn how to defend himself. but he had made a mistake.

even though you saw him that day, you didn't tell him anything about what happened. not about the fight or about seongje. you knew he could sense something was wrong, but he didn't push it when you kept insisting it was nothing.

though he didn't believe you, he let it be.

and for a while, you thought you'd be alright. that you could just keep defending yourself against bullies, but the final straw came when you received a call from the hospital, only to find out one of your closest friends had been hospitalised due to a head injury. you rushed to the hospital as soon as you could and found your friend on a bed, barely holding on. the doctors went on about how they got lucky, but you didn't care anymore, even when your friend told you not to do anything stupid.

usually, you wouldn't lose it even in the face of this situation. but your patience had already been running low. the next thing you know is you're straddling mihee kang in an alleyway and punching her face until you broke her nose and gave her a black eye. you'd had enough of it. her dummies had to drag you away from her to stop you.

as you headed home, you made a decision. you dialled his number and heard his voice come through the other end, "did you change your mind?"

"yeah. fuck it. i'll join your stupid union."

and thus, here you were. hiding everything from baku had been hard enough, as he noticed the injuries, but you remained adamant on avoiding explaining things. you realized you had been more irritable than usual and would snap at him even if it wasn't that serious. but not anymore. you couldn't keep lying to him when you knew he could see the bandages on your body and the marks on your face. you couldn't lie to him anymore.

and you didn't have an option either.

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you waited, holding his hands in yours as you waited for him to say something, anything. but he didn't. he stayed quiet, staring at the floor. you gently rubbed your thumb across the back of his hand, something you'd do often to comfort him. but he didn't react.

he refused to look up at you as he spoke, "why didn't you tell me?"

his eyes seemed unreadable as he finally looked up, "if you were in pain, if you were suffering, you should've told me!"

"i couldn't, baku. i thought i could handle it on my own. i didn't want to drag you into my mess."

he scoffed, "your mess? baekjin sent seongje after you because of me. if this is anybody's mess, it's mine."

you sighed, letting your eyes fall to your lap, "i just.. i wasn't sure what to do. i didn't want to add on to your problems, and i really wanted to handle it myself. i don't want to rely on you to protect me."

"i am not asking you to let me protect you," he said, his voice slightly agitated, "i am asking you to rely on me. if things get hard, just let me handle it for you."

picking up on the agitation in his voice, you scoffed. you weren't sure what you were thinking anymore. your head felt like chaos but you didn't stop. even when you knew you should've, you didn't. even when you wanted to.

"and what? should i rely on you every time things get hard? everytime i feel i can't do it, i should just give up and turn to you? do i seem that fragile and naive to you?" you stood up as baku followed, "i don't want to live my life relying on others for everything."

"i am just saying, " he held your wrist, as he pulled you back to sit down and knelt in front of you, "i don't want you to suffer alone. i am not questioning what you can or can't do. all i am saying is asking for help doesn't make you weak."

maybe he was right. maybe you should've turned back from your decision, but you were too agitated. too irritable. too scared.

"perhaps you're right. but i can't be with you knowing that i lied to you and went against everything you believe in. it's too heavy on my conscience."

baku felt a lump in his throat, his voice barely a whisper as he moved closer towards you, in hopes he had misheard, "what? what do you mean?"

"i am saying that," you swallowed, trying to ignore the look in his eyes as you spoke, "i think we should break up."

"what?"

"i think we should break up," you pursed your lips, trying your best to hold back the tears threatening to spill over, "i can't do this anymore. i can't leave the union, you know how it is."

"no," he whispered to himself more than you as he slowly began to panic, "no, no,no. y/n, listen to me. we'll figure it out, alright? i'll talk to baekjin, and i am sure i can talk him out of it—"

"no," you saw the way his eyes brimmed with tears, "it's either you or me. and this is a decision i made. the only one responsible for it is me."

at this point, baku had tears streaming down his face as he tightly held your hands in his own trembling hands, "please. you don't understand. we can fix this."

"no, we can't," you looked away, "there's nothing to fix, baku. i just can't pretend like everything is fine when it's not. i can't keep lying to you and smiling at you when my entire body hurts. i can't do this. i can't be with you."

"then don't. just lie to me, scream at me — anything. just stay with me, hmm?" he spoke, his voice choking on his tears. his knees ached from kneeling on the cold, hard floor, but it felt like nothing compared to the ache in his heart. his voice rang in your ears, and yet your resolve remained unshaken.

you stood up, "no, humin-ah. there's no reason for me to stay. and none for you to hold onto me."

he held your hand tightly, so tight his knuckles turned white. he was afraid that if he lets go of you now, you might disappear. he shook his head. it didn't matter what you said to him. his resolve was strong, but his hope was withering away. he wasn't sure how tightly he had to hold you to keep you from leaving.

"i can't let go. i won't let go. if you've made your decision, then i have made mine." he says, swallowing down the lump in his throat.

you reached out to him and gently brushed your thumb against his cheek. you wiped away the tears staining his face. he was a sniffling, sobbing mess. your heartstrings tugged within your chest at the face of the boy you've only ever seen smile at you. it made you wonder how many times he cried this way, with no one to give him a shoulder. how many times had you missed this sight?

you freed your hand from his grip and cupped his face, and leaned in, "are you going to keep crying this way? you need to stop, humin-ah. you look pathetic, you know?"

even though your words hit hard, baku didn't care about being pathetic. he didn't care if he seemed pathetic. he didn't care if you humiliated him or stepped on him. he didn't care if you insulted him or called him all the names in the book. he could let it all slide if it meant you'd stay.

"please.." he felt short of breath, "please don't do this."

"oh but it's already done," you patted his cheek, gently wiping away a tear that slid down his face, "we're done, baku. take care, hmm?"

you stood up straight, looking ahead at the mirror across from you. your reflection stared back with glossy eyes, and your fingers ached to touch him again, to pull him in your embrace and tell him you won't go. but you will.

baku didn't try to stop you anymore, as if he had already accepted your decision. he only cried silently, his head fallen and his gaze glued to the floor. he didn't dare to say another word. all he did was hope that perhaps for a moment, you would reconsider.

instead you left the room with quick, long strides, not daring once to turn back. even though you could still hear him breaking down, you couldn't walk back inside or take your words back. you couldn't take it back. no matter how badly you wanted to. and he knew it was final.

you walked out of the front door, closing the door behind you as your back pressed against the door. you held your hand to your mouth as you finally let your emotions drift freely. your heart raced within your ribcage, and each breath served as a reminder that you had lost the one person you adored the most in the world. you could only regret and grieve a relationship you ended.

your heart sank as you looked down from the apartment complex. your eyes met another sharp pair of eyes, and by the look on your face, na baekjin could tell you had been obedient.

© celestialhymns 2026. 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱.

[soovues]

SHE DID THIS FOR ME AAAHHHHH HELL YEAH IM SO SAD BUT YES

[celestialhymns]

hehe

[celestialhymns]

WHAT AM I TO YOU? ❛ 메아리만 맴도는 방에 ❜ ꒦꒷

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synopsis‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ :‎ ‎ ‎ wherein you part ways with words too bitter and too heavy . . .﹆ׂׂʚ ❪🌃☁️🌑❫

〔 𝐚𝒓𝒅𝐨𝐮𝐫 〕 ｡ 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 '𝗯𝗮𝗸𝘂' 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗶𝗻 x 𝒇!reader 𖦆‎ 2537THOU ‎ ‎ ‎💭 ‎ ‎ ‎ req? yes! ‎ ‎ ──‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝗻𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁 , mentions of violence , 𝗲𝘀𝘁｡ 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 , mentions of seongje's bitchass 忧 / 나 혼자서만 떠돌아 내내

⌗ note‎ ‎ ‎ :‎ ‎ it's been marinating for so long, and i still don't feel like it's good enough. unfortunately, this is my blog and i can post it even if its bad. it's kinda related to my first baku oneshot (also my first post!!) that i posted here. crying baku. luv it. im posting this at 12am so im not checking this before i post it. gnight yall

ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ for my beloved ♥︎ [ @soovues ]

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you waited inside the warm room anxiously. you checked your phone every few minutes, checking the time as you waited for him to come home. you were particularly grateful his father was around at this moment, because it would've only been harder for you had he been here.

you had even finished cleaning his room, putting away the cups and making his bed. and now all you could do was wait.

when you left your house earlier today, you knew exactly what you were going to do. you strengthened your resolve because you couldn't do this any longer. you couldn't look him in the eye and hide everything you were doing when he wasn't looking. or rather, you couldn't keep lying.

as you heard the door open in the distance, you instinctively stood up. though you couldn't see him, you knew he was taking his shoes off and hurrying to the bathroom to wash his face and hands before he saw you. you didn't have to see him to know what he was doing.

once the faucet turned off, humin entered the room with a huge grin on his face as he embraced you in a tight hug. you cherished his touch for what would probably be the last time and hugged him back, fingers caressing his back gently.

as he pulled away, he smiled at you brightly, but you could see the look in his eyes. he was nervous, anxious even. perhaps the way you texted him, 'we need to talk', did the damage, but humin knew either way that something was wrong. and you weren't sure how he'd take it. you were still fidgeting with the sleeves of your cardigan as you sat down next to him on his bed.

"so, that thing you mentioned earlier," humin began, "what did you want to talk about?"

you swallowed hard, as you mentally prepared yourself to explain the situation to him. so you began talking, right from the very start.

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a few weeks ago, the union successfully took over your school, seowon high school. naturally, the bullies were thrilled to find out. everyone was aware that the union paid well, that is, if you play your cards right. the existing school violence that didn't usually affect you suddenly became overwhelming. anyone who kept to themselves immediately became a target. and then phones started going missing, and people would come back to their class only to find out that their money had been stolen.

when this became a daily occurrence, you knew you had to do something. you had already gotten your money stolen a few times, but things were gradually escalating within the school. luckily, you managed to find out exactly who had been taking your money and ended up in a confrontation outside of school. you had hoped to avoid this, but before you knew it, you were already throwing hands with a girl. both of you got pretty fucked up, but she had more people, so you were obviously on the more fucked side.

but you got lucky, very lucky. a man happened to see the whole thing. before her friends could give it another shot, he interrupted, "a one v four doesn't seem quite fair, does it?"

the girls stopped before they could throw another punch, as he walked into the alley, a cigarette lit between his lips, "your leader has already given up. do you really think you stand a chance?" he sighed, flicking the cigarette butt onto the ground and crushing it beneath his feet, "get going. continue this another time, hm?"

you recognised him from the glasses and the bright orange jacket and everything baku had told you about him. geum seongje. na baekjin's right-hand man and the psycho who'd beat people to a pulp if they dared to look at him for more than three seconds. he waved his hand at the girls, and they helped their leader up and headed out. if they wished to continue in the union, they'd better not piss him off.

he watched quietly as you got up slowly, limping slightly after you took a hit to your leg. "you're pretty good."

when you stayed silent, he chuckled, "well, when it comes to defending yourself, that is. that won't be very effective in a fight. you need to be able to land a hit in a fight, just defending isn't enough."

"what do you want?"

he smiled widely, "i was hoping you'd ask. you see, we think you'd make a good fit for the union."

you threw your backpack over your shoulder and stared him down for a moment, "do you know who i am?"

seongje nodded, "i do. you're dating baku, right?" he scoffed, glancing at the blood on your knee, "does it matter?"

"if you know that, why would you want me to join the union?"

"the same reason baekjin wants baku to join the union," he said, stepping closer, "besides, aren't you tired of having to be careful around your classmates every day? you could be the one they walk on eggshells around, if you join the union."

you scoffed, "you have to be completely out of your mind to think i'd ever do that."

"i guess. either way, if you change your mind, let me know."

"i won't."

"we'll see about that." seongje walked away, leaving you alone.

as you walked home, you found yourself thinking about what he said earlier. joining the union didn't sound so bad, but if baku was strongly against it, he must have a good reason. you had been subject to his monologues about how he regretted teaching baekjin, his childhood friend, how to fight. he only wanted the boy to learn how to defend himself. but he had made a mistake.

even though you saw him that day, you didn't tell him anything about what happened. not about the fight or about seongje. you knew he could sense something was wrong, but he didn't push it when you kept insisting it was nothing.

though he didn't believe you, he let it be.

and for a while, you thought you'd be alright. that you could just keep defending yourself against bullies, but the final straw came when you received a call from the hospital, only to find out one of your closest friends had been hospitalised due to a head injury. you rushed to the hospital as soon as you could and found your friend on a bed, barely holding on. the doctors went on about how they got lucky, but you didn't care anymore, even when your friend told you not to do anything stupid.

usually, you wouldn't lose it even in the face of this situation. but your patience had already been running low. the next thing you know is you're straddling mihee kang in an alleyway and punching her face until you broke her nose and gave her a black eye. you'd had enough of it. her dummies had to drag you away from her to stop you.

as you headed home, you made a decision. you dialled his number and heard his voice come through the other end, "did you change your mind?"

"yeah. fuck it. i'll join your stupid union."

and thus, here you were. hiding everything from baku had been hard enough, as he noticed the injuries, but you remained adamant on avoiding explaining things. you realized you had been more irritable than usual and would snap at him even if it wasn't that serious. but not anymore. you couldn't keep lying to him when you knew he could see the bandages on your body and the marks on your face. you couldn't lie to him anymore.

and you didn't have an option either.

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you waited, holding his hands in yours as you waited for him to say something, anything. but he didn't. he stayed quiet, staring at the floor. you gently rubbed your thumb across the back of his hand, something you'd do often to comfort him. but he didn't react.

he refused to look up at you as he spoke, "why didn't you tell me?"

his eyes seemed unreadable as he finally looked up, "if you were in pain, if you were suffering, you should've told me!"

"i couldn't, baku. i thought i could handle it on my own. i didn't want to drag you into my mess."

he scoffed, "your mess? baekjin sent seongje after you because of me. if this is anybody's mess, it's mine."

you sighed, letting your eyes fall to your lap, "i just.. i wasn't sure what to do. i didn't want to add on to your problems, and i really wanted to handle it myself. i don't want to rely on you to protect me."

"i am not asking you to let me protect you," he said, his voice slightly agitated, "i am asking you to rely on me. if things get hard, just let me handle it for you."

picking up on the agitation in his voice, you scoffed. you weren't sure what you were thinking anymore. your head felt like chaos but you didn't stop. even when you knew you should've, you didn't. even when you wanted to.

"and what? should i rely on you every time things get hard? everytime i feel i can't do it, i should just give up and turn to you? do i seem that fragile and naive to you?" you stood up as baku followed, "i don't want to live my life relying on others for everything."

"i am just saying, " he held your wrist, as he pulled you back to sit down and knelt in front of you, "i don't want you to suffer alone. i am not questioning what you can or can't do. all i am saying is asking for help doesn't make you weak."

maybe he was right. maybe you should've turned back from your decision, but you were too agitated. too irritable. too scared.

"perhaps you're right. but i can't be with you knowing that i lied to you and went against everything you believe in. it's too heavy on my conscience."

baku felt a lump in his throat, his voice barely a whisper as he moved closer towards you, in hopes he had misheard, "what? what do you mean?"

"i am saying that," you swallowed, trying to ignore the look in his eyes as you spoke, "i think we should break up."

"what?"

"i think we should break up," you pursed your lips, trying your best to hold back the tears threatening to spill over, "i can't do this anymore. i can't leave the union, you know how it is."

"no," he whispered to himself more than you as he slowly began to panic, "no, no,no. y/n, listen to me. we'll figure it out, alright? i'll talk to baekjin, and i am sure i can talk him out of it—"

"no," you saw the way his eyes brimmed with tears, "it's either you or me. and this is a decision i made. the only one responsible for it is me."

at this point, baku had tears streaming down his face as he tightly held your hands in his own trembling hands, "please. you don't understand. we can fix this."

"no, we can't," you looked away, "there's nothing to fix, baku. i just can't pretend like everything is fine when it's not. i can't keep lying to you and smiling at you when my entire body hurts. i can't do this. i can't be with you."

"then don't. just lie to me, scream at me — anything. just stay with me, hmm?" he spoke, his voice choking on his tears. his knees ached from kneeling on the cold, hard floor, but it felt like nothing compared to the ache in his heart. his voice rang in your ears, and yet your resolve remained unshaken.

you stood up, "no, humin-ah. there's no reason for me to stay. and none for you to hold onto me."

he held your hand tightly, so tight his knuckles turned white. he was afraid that if he lets go of you now, you might disappear. he shook his head. it didn't matter what you said to him. his resolve was strong, but his hope was withering away. he wasn't sure how tightly he had to hold you to keep you from leaving.

"i can't let go. i won't let go. if you've made your decision, then i have made mine." he says, swallowing down the lump in his throat.

you reached out to him and gently brushed your thumb against his cheek. you wiped away the tears staining his face. he was a sniffling, sobbing mess. your heartstrings tugged within your chest at the face of the boy you've only ever seen smile at you. it made you wonder how many times he cried this way, with no one to give him a shoulder. how many times had you missed this sight?

you freed your hand from his grip and cupped his face, and leaned in, "are you going to keep crying this way? you need to stop, humin-ah. you look pathetic, you know?"

even though your words hit hard, baku didn't care about being pathetic. he didn't care if he seemed pathetic. he didn't care if you humiliated him or stepped on him. he didn't care if you insulted him or called him all the names in the book. he could let it all slide if it meant you'd stay.

"please.." he felt short of breath, "please don't do this."

"oh but it's already done," you patted his cheek, gently wiping away a tear that slid down his face, "we're done, baku. take care, hmm?"

you stood up straight, looking ahead at the mirror across from you. your reflection stared back with glossy eyes, and your fingers ached to touch him again, to pull him in your embrace and tell him you won't go. but you will.

baku didn't try to stop you anymore, as if he had already accepted your decision. he only cried silently, his head fallen and his gaze glued to the floor. he didn't dare to say another word. all he did was hope that perhaps for a moment, you would reconsider.

instead you left the room with quick, long strides, not daring once to turn back. even though you could still hear him breaking down, you couldn't walk back inside or take your words back. you couldn't take it back. no matter how badly you wanted to. and he knew it was final.

you walked out of the front door, closing the door behind you as your back pressed against the door. you held your hand to your mouth as you finally let your emotions drift freely. your heart raced within your ribcage, and each breath served as a reminder that you had lost the one person you adored the most in the world. you could only regret and grieve a relationship you ended.

your heart sank as you looked down from the apartment complex. your eyes met another sharp pair of eyes, and by the look on your face, na baekjin could tell you had been obedient.

© celestialhymns 2026. 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱.

[achinesemoth]

⊹₊⋆.˚ AHN SU-HO!

🪼 ⋆˚࿔ too busy saving the city, but never too busy to love you (coming soon) 

when you’re feeling down, your super-hero boyfriend is always here no matter what.

[celestialhymns]

OH? i am sat

[sncrlynwtms]

fandom etiquette as a whole died when people who didn’t grow up on fandoms became stans during lockdown, yes, but why am i seeing people openly mocking fics on twitter. why am i seeing screenshots of fics with captions like “bro what is this 😭.” why am i seeing people mock fic writers for not knowing how sports or theater or college or any other organization operates in the real world.

“college is absolutely nothing like this” “why are we writing four people on the team scoring a hat trick in one game” “so tech work is nothing like this, hope that helps!”

if you don’t like a fic, and if you can’t suspend your belief enough to enjoy a fic that exaggerates or ignores real-world orgs, you don’t have to read it. you don’t have to screenshot it and put it on blast for twitter. you don’t have to post a link to it in the replies. the back button is literally there on your phone. it’s not giving baby’s first fandom anymore, it’s giving entitled asshole and it isn’t as cute as you think it is.

[celestialhymns]

PREACH !!

[celestialhymns]

though i am cooking smth up in my drafts rn, i was thinking that i actually absolutely adore yoon gamin (and hwang minhyun in general) but i haven't written anything for him. if you guys have any ideas or reqs for him then PLEASEEE lmk!! u can send them through the inbox too if u wanna be anon :)

[celestialhymns]

i was going through everything i have written on this account so far and i find it absolutely hilarious that except for two fics, all of my other fics are kdrama related when i intended to make this acc to write for kpop idols

[redstonedust]

normalize being dogshit amateur at your special interests and hyperfocuses. no more autistic savants. yes i am very into that topic no i am not good at it. we exist <3

[celestialhymns]

just a lil note for everyone that follows me on this account, i am rarely active here (mostly just drop fics and dip) so if i am unable to respond to your texts at time, please know that it's probably because i haven't opened tumblr at all. and if you're interested in my rants about various dramas that i watch (or other stuff) then find me at @i0099z !!

[celestialhymns]

Okay, firstly; how are you feeling rn?? I hope you’re doing good:))

And now - THANK YOU, like, literally THANK YOUUU for writing the Kang Yoongi story. I really like One; high school heroes drama, but there are literally almost NO stories about it. So, if you’re gonna have some spare time and you will like to write my request,

Could I ask you to write something about Kim Seung-jun?? :) Preferably fluff, but can also be a hurt/comfort, whatever you feel better with. Also, maybe something about reader being Seung-jun’s friend??

Thank you (in advance) for considering my request, and i hope you’re great :)

Bye!! 🩰

hii anon!! tysm for asking, i have been doing quite well. when i first saw your req, i was a little confused on what i should do with the oneshot but i finally ended up choosing fluff over hurt/comfort (though i believe it can be seen as that too? your choice) either way, i really hope you enjoy it! the fic is here !!

[celestialhymns]

DEEP DOWN. ❛ with just one kiss, you're gonna need it more ❜ ꒦꒷

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synopsis‎ ‎ ‎ :‎ ‎ ‎ wherein your mind is in a chaotic place and the only person that can make you feel steady is him . . .﹆ׂׂʚ ❪🌃☁️🌑❫

〔 𝐚𝒓𝒅𝐨𝐮𝐫 〕 ｡ 𝗸𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗷𝘂𝗻 x 𝒇!reader 𖦆‎ 1560THOU ‎ ‎ ‎💭 ‎ ‎ ‎ req? yes! ‎ ‎ ──‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ attempt at fluff , 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 , childhood bestfriends , 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 谊 / baby, i could give you what you want

⌗ note‎ ‎ ‎ :‎ ‎ ‎ i think i have been writing so much angst i kinda forgot how to write fluff eek! anyway, i am so so so sorry for how long this took. the time that anon had to wait for this is CRIMINALL. i can't promise that it wouldn't happen again because as finals szn comes around, i have gotten busier. still, i am glad i could finish this req. happy new year btw!

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you truly hadn't expected to find yourself here today, at least not at this hour. you stared at the brown door in front of you, then at a small potted plant next to the doorway that you didn't quite recognize, wondering whether you should knock or not.

earlier that evening, you got into an argument with your parents about your grades. and as one thing led to another, you were breaking down before you even realised. you had been keeping it in for as long as you possibly could. but today wasn't your day. and before you knew it, you were already slamming the door behind you as you left the house for the night.

and thus, here you are.

you lifted your fist and gave the door a gentle rap and waited. a muffled voice came through, some shuffling behind the door before it finally opened. as your eyes met his, you felt a strange sense of comfort come over you. for a brief period of time. but comforting, nevertheless.

seungjun didn't say anything. he took a good look at you, scanning for any signs of injuries. he opened the door wider and stepped aside, making way for you to enter the house.

contrary to the cold air outside, his house felt warmer. you took your shoes off at the entrance and stepped inside, following behind him as he headed into the kitchen to check on something. you took a look around his house. you had been here multiple times, from when you were younger and even now. the family pictures, which were really just him and his father, hung on the walls, you being a part of a few of them. the yellow roses in the vase that his father deeply loved and the ornamental angel that always stood in their living room cabinet.

you sat down at the dining table as seungjun emerged from the kitchen, with a warm box and set it on the table. you looked up at him in confusion and he spoke up, "i ordered take out earlier. it's a good thing i ordered a lot."

"eat up," he gestured towards you as he slid box towards you along with a dish.

he still hadn't asked anything and it was confusing you. he didn't think you were here to eat, right? you quietly ate the food, stealing glances at him occassionally. you waited for him to say something about your sudden visit, but all he did was ask if the food was too hot, if it was enough or if you needed water.

once you had finished, you helped him clean up the table. as you watched, he washed the dishes while you put them on the drying rack. you finally popped the question yourself, "you still haven't asked why i came at such a late hour."

"does it matter? as long as you're safe and well fed, i am not particularly bothered," he said, before taking a moment to pause as his hands slowed down on the dishes, "though i am curious. why aren't you home?"

"got into an argument with my parents. i just needed to clear my head."

"they must be worried about you."

"they wouldn't be. they know where i go at times like these," you said as you wiped the dishes clean.

he hummed in response. he continued his work until he finally finished up, drying his hands on a towel before he took you to his room. both of you sat on the floor, not really saying anything until he asked, "are you not going home tonight?"

you sighed. you didn't want to bother seungjun or his father, but you also didn't want to go back home. and you definitely didn't want to be out in the cold at this hour. "i am not sure. i don't really feel like going home."

"i get that," he said, crossing his legs over the other one. "why did you get into an argument with them in the first place?"

you recalled the events from earlier tonight, "they found out about my grades dropping. they were upset about it, rightfully so, but they took it too far so i got pissed. some crap about me being a failure, always being behind my peers and ending up homeless and all that."

he sighed, "yeah, they said too much. are you okay?"

you stared at the floor for a moment and nodded, "yeah, i am fine now. i was really mad when we were arguing, but i feel much better now."

you hugged your knees as you rocked back and forth gently. you chuckled, in an attempt to lighten the mood, "perhaps i am more rational and calm with you."

"you are rational. all you need to do is calm down." seungjun said, leaning back on the edge of his bed. his hands traced patterns on his sweatpants as he asked the question you had been hoping to avoid, "you still haven't told them about culinary school?"

you let out a heavy sigh. you did expect this to come up, you just hoped it wouldn't. seungjun knew it was a hard question for you to answer, because you yourself didn't feel confident in your resolve. naturally, you hadn't been able to bring it up in conversation with your parents. seungjun could see through you as you shook her head.

"you have to tell them someday, you know?" he said, inching closer to you, "i don't want you to pass up on a possibly good opportunity."

you understood what he meant, of course. he only wanted the best for you. but did you even know if it was the best for you?

"yes but i feel very conflicted."

"conflicted how?"

"well for starters, culinary school is really expensive. second, most culinary students aren't even that good of a chef. the majority of people who learn skills working in restaurants do significantly better than most culinary students. you know?" your rant came to a brief pause as seungjun held your hands in his. he got up from his position next to you to kneel in front of you as he gently drew circles on the back of your hand.

"listen, y/n. maybe you're not sure of it right now, but i want to say one thing to you. i am completely sure that whether you go to culinary school or not, you will make a great chef one day."

perhaps it was the way he worded it, or the way he looked at you at that moment, that made your heart flutter. you could feel the sincerity in his words, and knowing seungjun, you knew he wouldn't lie to you. at least not with that look in his eyes.

you nodded slowly, your hands feeling warmer than earlier. "thanks, that means a lot." and you meant it. having someone believe in you and your capabilities felt like a gift from the heavens. and having him be that someone was exactly what you wanted.

seungjun smiled softly, "anytime. do you feel better now?"

"yeah, but i still don't feel like going home." liar.

"oh, do you wanna stay here then?" he asked, letting go of your hands now. you suddenly missed the warmth of his hands, but you kept it to yourself.

"yeah. just let me sleep over, tonight? please?"

saying please wasn't even necessary. you knew he would say yes. contrary to his tough exterior at school, you knew he was much more caring and kind if you got to know him. and when it came to you, he hardly found it in himself to be able to decline your request.

so just as you had expected, he says yes.

he made the bed for you, setting up his own on the floor. you watched as he adjusted the mattress on the floor, feeling a little bad about taking over his space now. before you knew it, you were already speaking, "why don't we just share the bed?"

he scoffed, "why?"

"well it's really cold tonight. i wouldn't want you catching a cold. let's just share the bed."

"are you sure?" he seemed hesitant, though eager at the same time.

you nodded, "of course."

"you still kick in your sleep?" he teased, earning a punch from you immediately as he whimpered, "ow. so much for being nice. i am already sore from earlier."

"shut up and come to bed." you sneered as you watched the stupid smile spread on his face as he picked up his pillow and blanket and headed over to the other side of the bed. he quickly adjusted the bed, and lay down immediately.

you got into bed after him, turning off the lights while he murmured about you trying for a wwe championship instead, which only earned him another punch to his side. you talked for a while until he eventually fell asleep.

the curtains separated just enough for a ray of moonlight to enter the bedroom. as you turned towards your side, you watched his sleeping figure beside you, drifting away to dreamland.

tomorrow, you'll be able to tell your parents about your dreams. and someday after that, maybe you'll have the courage to tell him about how you feel.

but for tonight, you'd drift off to sleep and see the sweet dreams of what could be.

© celestialhymns 2026. 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱.

[celestialhymns]

i read your guidelines but wasnt sure if your requests were open!!

do you write for twinkling watermelon?

if you do i would like to request eun gyeol with a carefree-ish significant other?

thank youuu

ALSO i would love to be mooties!!

hii !! i just mooted u up and checked out a few of your moodboards, they were so so so good omggg ! i do write for twinkling watermelon and have been working on a eungyeol fic for a min (alongside working on a req) so hopefully, i will be posting it soon! i have been a little caught up with projects and schoolwork, but i think i should be free in a few days !! also, your layout is so cutee mwahh <3

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