MAE.

hello is this thing on??

[idontknowokayhelp]

Me, in my coffin: shit i forgot my headphones

[floridian-vigilante]

do we still fw superpowers/superheroes AU luccullough multichap or should i move on with my life

[datkillu]

write this au and you will genuinely be reborn as a lotus flower

[what-the-hell-vote-for-del]

"Wayne season 2 has a chance"

[theroaringhedgefoxblog]

BRUCE WAYNE YOU ARE THE FATHER

[orchidame]

[cykelops]

the platelets in my body when I rip off the fresh scab they just spent hours working on

[freakyolivelady]

you've met me at a very eye emoji time in my life 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

[somecallmejohn]

Bruce… dear… I get you have a code and all, but that reaction wasn’t warranted for that type of person.

[rizsportblogs]

what a year for guys with braces

[datkillu]

“normalise naming your kid after something you love!!!”

goodnight gotak wearing this specific hoodie

goodnight gotak with whipped cream on his face

goodnight gotak in the quarter zip and eunjang jacket

goodnight gotak during the eunjang vs. union fight

goodnight gotak but with minjae’s hairstyle

[sieunified]

WHAT ARE WE?

SUM. "what were they?" people would ask. but you and geonyeob were just friends.

(STUDY GROUP MLST) . park geonyeob x gn!reader · angst, one sided love, pining · kind of inspired by what are we by ha sungwoon except no happy ending :(

the first time geonyeob touched you like that, it was an accident. at least, that’s what you told yourself.

his hand had brushed against yours—just for a second—on the floor of his living room. you were sitting cross-legged across from each other, half a pizza between you, some variety show playing in the background that neither of you were really watching. you’d been talking about nothing, the way friends do when it’s late and the city outside has gone to sleep. then he reached for another slice and your fingers touched, and neither of you moved away.

you didn’t look at him. you didn’t have to. the air had shifted.

the silence was too full.

he said your name like a question. you didn’t answer.

and that’s how it started—not with a kiss or a confession, but with something small and irreversible.

after that night, things didn’t change all at once. you still met up to eat. still traded notes for assignments. still lay on his couch for hours without saying a word. but now, sometimes, his head would fall onto your shoulder. sometimes, you’d lie down beside him just a little too close. sometimes, your hand would find his without meaning to.

it wasn’t dating. it wasn’t casual, either. there were no labels, no conversations, just this unspoken thing burning quietly between you, like a secret you were both too scared to say out loud.

you told yourself not to read into it. but it was hard not to when he looked at you like that.

like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

like you were something he shouldn’t want but couldn’t let go of.

and then came the night you kissed.

neither of you talked about it. you didn’t have to.

it was slow and deliberate, like you'd both been holding your breath for months and finally exhaled. he kissed you like he meant it, like he’d been waiting, like he’d already imagined it a thousand times and was terrified this would be the last. his hands were careful on your skin, almost reverent. yours clung to his shirt like you were afraid of waking up.

when you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours and said nothing.

neither did you.

maybe if you had, things would’ve been different.

maybe.

but you weren’t just friends anymore—not after that. even if no one knew. even if neither of you had the guts to say it aloud.

you told yourself it didn’t matter. that as long as geonyeob was still there, still texting, still laughing with you like always, it didn’t matter what you called it.

you lied to yourself so often, it started to sound like truth.

but the silence grew heavier with time. the in-between stretched further. you started noticing the way he’d pull away when someone else was around. how his hand would find yours under the lunch table but disappear the second a friend sat down. the nights you hung out late became less frequent, and when you did, the space between you walking down the sidewalk felt wider than it used to.

still, he’d look at you like he meant something. still, he’d hold you like he didn’t want to let go.

but when he spoke, it was always about everything else. never this. never you.

and you started to wonder—if something matters but no one says it out loud, does it still count?

then one night, he didn’t answer.

you’d sent a message—something stupid and meaningless, just a meme, a joke—and there was no reply. hours passed. then a full day.

when he finally responded, it was short. distant.

you asked if he wanted to hang out that weekend. he said he was busy.

that was the moment something in you cracked.

you didn’t say anything. you didn’t confront him. but your chest felt tight in a way it hadn’t before. something was slipping, and you were too scared to grab for it.

the next time you saw geonyeob was at a noraebang with other friends. even though karaoke wasn’t really his thing. but he smiled when he saw you. like nothing was wrong. like he hadn’t been ignoring you for days.

he hugged you like normal. talked to you like normal. introduced you to a girl you’d never seen before, casually, offhandedly, like it didn’t mean anything.

but her hand lingered on his back a little too long.

and you felt your throat close.

when he turned back to you, you smiled. or tried to.

later that night, you found him alone outside of the room, buying more drinks, ordering more food.

you didn’t ask about the girl. you asked him, “what are we?”

his answer came slow, careful.

“i don’t know,” he said.

you stared at him, heart in your mouth.

he looked at you then, really looked. “it’s not that i don’t care.”

“then what is it?” you asked.

he ran a hand through his hair. “i just don’t know if i can give you what you want.”

you felt the words like a slap. “what do you think i want?”

his jaw clenched. “something real.”

you waited, but that was all he gave you.

so you nodded. took a shaky breath. and walked back inside.

he didn’t follow.

after that, the silence came hard and fast. he stopped replying. you stopped reaching out. friends asked what happened. you said nothing.

because what were you supposed to say?

“we weren’t dating. but it still feels like a breakup.”

it didn’t make sense. but it still hurt.

not the sharp, clean kind of pain. just a dull, constant ache that followed you around, sat beside you in classrooms, curled up in bed with you at night.

you didn’t cry.

you just... tensed.

tense when his name popped up on your screen. tense when a song reminded you of the way his fingers had felt when he touched you. tense when someone mentioned him in passing, like he wasn’t still echoing through every corner of you.

because you were trying to be fine.

you told yourself you would be. that you didn’t need him. that you weren’t broken.

and it was true. you weren’t broken.

just tired.

tired of waiting for something that never arrived. tired of being enough to hold but never enough to choose.

weeks passed. then months.

one night, geonyeob’s name lit up your phone again.

geonyeob: hey. heard you got accepted into your dream school. congrats.

you stared at it. fingers hovering over the keyboard.

your heart didn’t leap.

it just curled in on itself.

because even now, after everything, he could still talk to you like it was normal. like the hole in your chest was something you imagined. like he hadn’t kissed you like he meant it, only to walk away without ever looking back.

you didn’t reply.

not because you hated him.

but because you were done letting him pretend this never meant anything.

and you knew—finally, honestly—you would be fine without him.

but god, it still didn’t make sense.

because you weren’t just friends.

you were something. something real. even if it was only real to you.

[oyasumiaikko]

charming haircut

go hyuntak x fem! reader (one shot) | weak hero class 2 ★

pairing: go hyuntak x fem! reader

wc: 2.0k

warnings: usage of y/n, intended lowercase, established relationship, maybe slightly ooc hyuntak

genre: fluff, jealousy

summary: your boyfriend hyuntak gets a new haircut that earns him way more attention than you’re comfortable with, while he just finds your jealousy ridiculously endearing.

author’s note: this story is inspired by this tweet specifically lmao + minjae (gotak’s actor) looking glorious in his newly posted instastory also helped my creativity flow bhaha, though i’m once again unsure whether i’m satisfied with how i wrote it uhh. nonetheless likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜.ᐟ

you were sitting at home, pretending to focus on your homework, when your phone dinged. the moment your boyfriend’s nickname lit up your screen, you couldn’t help but smile. you’d been waiting for this. today was a big day for him.

haircut day.

a stressful day for any guy… and an even more stressful one for you.

gotak 💢: hey

gotak 💢: so its done

gotak 💢: idk how to feel about it

y/n ♡: why omg!

y/n ♡: send me a pic quick

y/n ♡: im dying in anticipation please please please

gotak 💢: so impatient omg

gotak 💢: its just super different from how ive had it for years idk

gotak 💢: look

gotak 💢:

you opened the pictures so fast you nearly dropped your phone — and then you stopped breathing altogether.

there he was. your glorious boyfriend, looking better than ever.

his bangs, usually hanging over his forehead in that adorable messy way, were now pushed to the sides, revealing all of his features. his hair looked healthier, freshly trimmed, and you could even see tiny little curls at the ends.

he looked… beautiful. stupidly handsome. unfairly handsome.

you always knew your gotak was the prettiest boy in the world, but right now? right now he looked like the final boss version of himself. you were mid-stare when another notification snapped you out of it.

gotak 💢: can you respond woman?? 😭

gotak 💢: im gonna shave my hair off if you dont respond in 30 seconds swear

you burst out laughing at his dramatics and immediately started typing back, spamming him with every compliment you could think of, completely unaware of how violently he was blushing on the other side of the screen.

however, what you also didn’t know…

was just how much attention that new haircut was about to bring him.

before today, your boyfriend wasn’t exactly “popular.” his constant bickering with baku — who somehow always managed to ragebait him in public — and his sailor-level swearing didn’t exactly make him charming to strangers.

but now…

now suddenly everyone had eyes for him.

when you spotted him waiting for you by the gate of your school, leaning against the wall, scrolling on his phone, completely unaware of the chaos he was causing — you froze.

because a group of girls were literally circling him.

pointing.

giggling.

whispering like he was some celebrity doing a fansign there.

that was… unusual to say the least.

gotak didn’t even notice. he was too busy squinting at whatever meme baku had probably sent him.

you marched straight to him, grabbed his arm, and he looked up with that warm little smile he reserved only for you.

but as you two walked out of the school grounds hand in hand, the weirdness didn’t stop.

you only wanted to grab some sweet drinks together — a cute, simple date — but instead, some pretty girls suddenly stopped right in front of him.

“excuse me,” one of them said, slightly breathless “um… are you a model perchance? or an idol?”

you blinked.

gotak blinked.

“me?” he pointed at himself, voice cracking just a bit “uh— what? no— i mean—”

the girl giggled “oh my god, you’re blushing! that’s so cute.”

and you watched him.

watched how awkward he got.

how shy.

how red his ears turned.

that was also… very unusual.

even in the beginning of your relationship, gotak was not the type to shyly kick his feet or get flustered like this. but now, one compliment from a pretty stranger and he was suddenly smiling like an idiot.

your eye twitched. just a little.

“can we— maybe— get your instagram?” the girl asked, already reaching into her bag for her phone.

gotak opened his mouth, about to respond— and at that moment you fake-coughed. loudly.

“we… should get going,” you said with the sweetest, fakest smile known to mankind “right, babe?”

you squeezed his hand like a warning shot.

he glanced at you, saw the fire burning in your eyes, and gulped so hard you actually heard it.

“uh— yeah, sorry,” he told the girls, stepping back immediately “i… i gotta go. my girlfriend— she— uh— we’re— yeah bye!”

smooth.

he practically speed-walked away with you, the girls whispering behind him.

after a few steps he risked a tiny peek at you.

“…you okay?” he asked carefully.

you raised a brow “were you seriously about to give them your instagram?”

“i wasn’t!” he defended quickly “i was— thinking. about not. giving it. maybe.”

you narrowed your eyes.

he squeaked. actually squeaked.

“i swear i wasn’t gonna give it to them! i didn’t even know what my own instagram username was in that moment— my brain stopped working— i panicked—”

you just stared.

“please don’t kill me.” he whispered.

your grip loosened, but barely “i won’t kill you… but you’re buying my drink.”

“…yes ma’am.”

later you sat across from him at the café, straw between your lips, eyebrows permanently glued into a frown.

hyuntak stared at you like you were a ticking bomb.

you didn’t say anything.

you just sipped your drink.

slowly.

angrily.

threateningly.

finally, he couldn’t take the silence anymore.

“y/n…” he leaned forward, elbows on the table “come on. what’s wrong? you can’t seriously be jealous over a couple compliments.”

you glared at your tapioca pearls like they personally offended you.

“i’m not jealous.”

“you’re extremely jealous.”

you kicked his shin under the table.

“ow— okay— but like— seriously,” he continued, rubbing his leg dramatically “you act like nobody ever flirts with you.”

you raised a brow.

he pointed at you accusingly “don’t give me that look. you know exactly what i mean.”

you blinked innocently “i don’t.”

“oh my god.” he dropped his head into his hands. “y/n, you’re literally the center of attention every time i bring you around.”

you snorted, but he kept going.

“baku tries to ‘jokingly’ ask you out every five minutes.”

“he just likes making you mad.” you shrugged.

“juntae turns into a tomato if you look at him for more than two seconds.”

“he’s just shy.”

hyuntak threw his hands up “SEE?! and i don’t get jealous about any of that!”

you looked at him over your cup.

slow sip.

then a quiet “maybe you should.”

his jaw dropped.

“WHAT?!”

you bit back a smile “i mean… it would be nice to know you care.”

“are you kidding me?” he practically slid across the table to grab your hands “y/n, i care so much i got stress-induced chest pain every day the first two months we started dating.”

you blinked “…really?”

he cleared his throat and sat back like he didn’t just admit that.

“anyway. point is. i’m not into anyone else. not even a little. you’re the only one for me. always have been.”

you stared at him. your frown softened.

he stared back, hopeful puppy eyes fully activated.

you sighed “fine. i wasn’t that jealous anyways...”

“you were furious.”

“i was mildly irritated.”

“you looked like you were about to rip my head off.”

you kicked his shin again.

he winced, but grinned anyway.

“there she is,” he teased, eyes warm “my jealous little menace.”

you threw a napkin at him.

he caught it.

and smiled like you just handed him the moon.

the moment you two stepped out of the café, something in hyuntak shifted — probably the fact that he realized his life’s true purpose was annoying the absolute hell out of you now.

he slipped an arm around your waist immediately, not casually or subtly, but possessively.

“hyuntak,” you muttered “we’re literally just walking home. if it’s about before, i’m fine really—”

“mm-hmm.” he hummed, pulling you even closer “i’m just making sure nobody thinks i’m single, you know.”

you side-eyed him, pouting a little “now why would anyone think that?”

“oh, i don’t know,” he said dramatically “maybe because my girlfriend was glowering like a jealous little gremlin the moment someone complimented me, so that probably means i’m not showing you off enough or—”

you smacked his chest “stop saying that.”

“jealous.” he sing-songed.

“hyuntak.”

“jeaaaaalous.”

“go hyuntak i swear—!”

he stopped walking, turned to you, and grinned so wide you wanted to smack him again.

or kiss him.

maybe both.

“you know what’s crazy?” he said, leaning down until his nose almost brushed yours “i think you being jealous might’ve been the cutest thing you’ve ever done. a little scary. but cute too.”

you shoved his face away “stoooop.”

but he just laughed, grabbed your hand, and laced your fingers together like he was scared you’d disappear.

you walked a few more steps before he tugged you into his side again.

then even closer.

then even closer.

“hyuntak, i can’t walk like this—”

“sorry,” he said, absolutely not sorry “i just… kinda like when people see us together.”

you blinked “you do?”

he shrugged, cheeks tinted pink “yeah. feels nice. like… now that i got this stupid haircut, i’m finally kinda on your level.”

you stopped “my level?”

“yeah.” he scoffed lightly, like it was obvious “you’re, like… stupid pretty. and now i guess i’m— i don’t know— less embarrassing next to you?”

you stared at him, dumbfounded. “hyuntak, you’re literally the stupid one. you’ve always been on my level. with or without a haircut.”

his ears went red.

he stopped walking, right in the middle of the sidewalk, turned you towards him, and held your hands gently in his bigger ones.

“you’re just… really cute when you’re jealous, you know that?” he murmured “i guess i should make you jealous more often.”

“hyuntak,” you warned, narrowing your eyes “don’t you even dare—”

he cut you off by brushing his nose against yours, smirking.

“too late. i’m never letting this go.”

and then he kissed you, still annoyingly grinning against your lips.

BONUS ໒꒱:

later that evening, while you were sitting on his couch watching something on tv, hyuntak plopped down beside you with the smuggest look you’d ever seen.

immediately suspicious.

“what?” you said flatly.

“nothing” he replied, lying through his teeth.

you narrowed your eyes.

he hid his screen from you.

red flag. waving violently.

“hyuntak. what did you do.”

“nothing!” he insisted, voice cracking like a guilty middle-schooler.

you lunged for his phone. he yelped, twisted away, nearly fell off the couch, and clutched the device to his chest like it contained state secrets.

“why are you being weird? let me see.”

“nope.” he grinned “you’ll see soon enough.”

within thirty seconds, your phone buzzed.

notification: @ gotak__ posted a new photo.

your stomach dropped.

you opened it.

it was a mirror selfie — the one you took earlier when he just came from the barber shop to your home and you were teasing him about his haircut. on the pic you had your face pressed into his shoulder, nose scrunched, obviously in mid-laugh, while he was looking at the camera like he owned the world.

the caption?

my girl gets jealous now… i must be doing something right.

you felt heat crawl up your neck.

“HYUNTAK.”

he was already giggling like a menace.

an actual menace.

“look at the comments” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

you did.

@ baku: LMAO SHE JUST NOW REALIZED HE’S HOT

@ sieun: didn’t even know you could pull

@ juntae: you two look so cute together❤️ shes really pretty. nice haircut, gotak!

you glared at him, mortified “delete it.”

“no” he chirped, leaning over to kiss your cheek loudly.

“hyuntak.”

“what? i like showing you off.”

you groaned into your hands “you’re insufferable.”

he stretched out next to you, head on your shoulder, smile softening despite the teasing.

“mm. maybe. but now if someone asks for my instagram, they see my beautiful girlfriend next to me right away. i’m just obeying your wishes at the end of the day, aren’t i?”

you flicked his forehead — gently — and he just laughed, already reaching over to pull you into his chest.

“also,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear “you getting jealous was the highlight of my month. so i’m keeping the post.”

you smacked him again.

he kissed you again.

and didn’t the post.

never planned to anyways.

fin.

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[leebertsky]

Sticky Situation

stuck between bad and….evil

pairing: han su-gang x fem!reader x lee moon-gi. synopsis: after a crazy night out end up realizing who the two guys you spend the night with actually were, leading to a way with no escaping.

contents: language, sexual tension, small degradation, cheating implied (from moon-gi’s side), slight aggression, threesome implied. all characters in this story are 18+

writer’s note: this my first time writing something like this so it might be a bit bad and corny lol, also i’m soon starting to write squid game character fics so if you have any requests please send them!

it was complicated to say the least, you didn’t know how or when you ended up stuck in the middle of a horrific situation between the two most feared boys at your school.

han su-gang and lee moon-gi, two of the names that when you hear, you better expect the worse associated with them.

and now, you had slept with the two of them without even knowing if they remembered you.

but the realization hit you hard during class, after that crazy night you had in hongdae, with two unknown faces that came clear once they entered the classroom.

“no, no, no..” you said under your breath, trying to sink down on your seat as they both walk to the back of the classroom, what was worse?, moon-gi’s ‘girlfriend’ following behind him as he gave you a playfully smirk, or seeing a tall figure walk next to you from the corner of your eye as you tried to write down notes that made no sense.

what the actual fuck?.

you only took a deep breath, allowing yourself to try and get some air into your lungs that was cut off once again when you felt somebody sitting right behind you.

“so it was really you hm?,” said a low and gruff voice in a whisper close to your ear, his hand going up between your hair pulling your head back with slight force, “i knew i had seen that pretty face before”

you swallowed, damn, your throat felt as dry as a desert. you tried to move your head away from his grip. “i—su-gang i didn’t—i was drunk and so were you and moon-gi—” you replied between stutters and shaky hands around the fidgeting pencil playing in your fingers.

“oh?, now you’re giving excuses for your whory behavior? hm?,” his hand pulled back from your hair, making you whine as the stinging sensation that it caused to your scalp, “but i can’t lie and say i didn’t quite find it enjoyable, i might be liar but never when it come to my pleasure, so why don’t you just face it?.”

his words made your body go numb, no, his psychotic low laugh made you feel that way when he pushed your head forward, slipping his fingers off your hair, leaning back on the seat staring at your back with smirk.

he had you perfectly wrapped around his finger.

after class, you were getting your usual lunch. trying to act normal around your friends even if your head was hurting from overthinking of all the possibilities of one of them having something that can prove you spend the night with them and ruin your perfect student image.

you were the class president, your parents big donators to the school and of course, you were a role model, or just called one by the teachers and principal.

everyone knew you weren’t no role model in a school that was basically under the influence of han su-gang and his gang.

your leg bounced nervously, mouth slightly filled with un-chewed food that accumulated in your current round cheeks. you couldn’t take your eyes away from the table far from you where su-gang an moon-gi were, acting so casual and being their usual jerks, one poor guy forcefully sitting next to them. he had to option, he was their monthly toy.

and that’s when moon-gi turned his head in your direction, making straight eye contact with you while his arm was lazing around his girlfriend’s shoulders, yet the way he stared at you was incredibly shameless.

you blinked away, swallowing your food.

“sorry, i have to use the restroom” you said standing up, pulling your chair back and quickly making your way towards the bathrooms.

moon-gi followed your quick strides as you rushed towards the hallway, his head turning to su-gang who just had also been observing you, but not just you, moon-gi too.

they gave each other a brief look, su-gang nodding his head to him once, saying everything he needed to know to stand up and follow you right away, no explanations were spoken on his departure from the table.

you entered the girls restrooms, quickly pulling your sleeves up and opening the faucet handle, cupping your hands together and letting the water fill them before you slightly bend down over the sink, letting the cold water wash over your face.

you heard the door open, but you thought it was just another girl. you were completely wrong.

“running away from a staring contest?, so lame,” he chuckled, closing the handle as he stood behind you.

you froze in place, slowly coming up straight and opening your eyes, meeting his face through the reflection of the mirror.

it felt like in those horror movies in which the protagonist is being chased by the killer and is about to get her throat sliced up in an empty bathroom, just that in this own scenario, you only felt pure adrenaline.

“come on, you look at me like i’m about to drown you or slam your head against the sink” he puffed, getting closer to you until his own chest is fully pressed against your back, and his hand is resting at the edge of the counter, almost touching yours.

you breathe in hard, maintaining the air trapped in your lungs and your hands moving away from his own. “coming from you, i wouldn’t remove it away from my options” you said quietly, narrowing your eyes at him through the reflection.

one of his hands went up, his fingers held a vape in between them, taking a drag and blowing the flavored smoke blow in your hair and face, eyes filled with no good intentions, and what was worse he was teasing you by staying quiet.

“tch, tch, already having fun without me?,” said a second male voice entering the place, a click behind him when his fingers twisted the lock of the door.

moon-gi turned his head from su-gang to you, adoring your now paranoid face, he definitely could hear your heavy heartbeat, and the way your breath came out ragged.

“what is it that you two want from me now?, if we act like it didn’t happen—” your voice cut off with a heavy sigh when you felt moon-gi’s hand go up to you waist, his grip mercilessly gripping through the layers of your uniform.

one thing was for sure though, you didn’t feel the need to pull away, maybe that was the main reason you ended up stuck in between the two of them.

“like it didn’t happen?, baby, you got mine and his marks all over that hot body of yours,” said su-gang cockily, like it was the most precious compliment he could tell a woman. “and i definitely cannot act like these are not here either”

your eyes widen at the sight of the purple and red marks all over his lower neck and close to his collarbones when he pulled down from the collar of his shirt.

“a naughty girl trying to act like a good girl?,” moon-gi added with with mischief filling his words, letting go of you allowing you to breathe in peace for a second.

your eyes still were on su-gang’s neck even if he had fixed his collar already, you just couldn’t shake away the new memory from the previous night.

“i still can’t believe you want to act so innocent even after last night, like you can just have sex with me and then expect nothing the next day,” su-gang started to approach you, carefully taking in your now more relaxed expression.

“it was a mistake, i was drunk and i wasn’t thinking about what i was doing, and either way, it was a random party, how was i supposed to know tha—”

“blah, blah, blah, just shut up, it’s useless, your words are useless, and you sound so irritating, just accept it.” said moon-gi behind you, once again pulling you back towards him.

you couldn’t lie, it was useless, they weren’t going to listen to your now excuses.

it was also useless when all you can remember combined equaled to the best sexual experience you probably had. and it’s not like you had many, but out of all of them, this one was definitely the best.

in no time you just could only accept your own downfall, your pride crumbling at your feet when you turned around and kissed moon-gi, no second thoughts.

maybe it was a risky move, adding more fuel to the fire when it was already burning hot.

su-gang just stood behind the two, tongue running over the inside of his lower lip. his eyes darkening at the sight, “was that so hard?”

you only broke the kiss and tuned back to him, staring at him deeply, quietly, only allowing your breath to be heard.

without wasting a second, his lips were deliciously devouring yours without hesitation. moon-gi behind you wasn’t going to be left out either, he was the one nibbling at your neck while running his hands up your hips.

it was like some sort of twisted wet dream, one you didn’t wish for initially but now couldn’t deny.

you came back to the table with your friends, hair slightly messy even if you tried to fix it before getting out; but how could it look decent when the curls you had in the morning were suddenly gone magically.

the two boys also looked slightly out of place, moon-gi’s tie completely loose and su-gang?, he was the most suspicious looking one.

“damn, did you two make out in the bathroom of something?” said one of the guys in the group, who instantly received a smack at the back of his neck from su-gang and a glare from moon-gi.

i mean, that wasn’t far from the truth.

[ameiee]

Canon right.. Get it cause he was live for suho coma thing bumseok cheated and si-eun crash out..

[in2imacy]

jason's upset.

he knows it's petty. yet, that does nothing to abate the furrow of his brows and the pout on his lips.

your mii is refusing to date his mii. the stubby big-headed character he poured way too much effort into making it look like you using the face paint and tinkering with the facial placement— though it is but a pittance compared to the real deal. not to mention the fact that he had to make you based off memory since he had been too shy to confess that he made both of you as miis on his island and wanted a reference.

the only two residents on his island, in fact.

and he's still getting rejected.

if he was lucky you'd let him talk to you whilst sitting together on the fountain. only for his mii to vaguely ask to hang out and make things awkward.

he had even made place holder miis, before unceremoniously removing them, until he got the island expansions! the restaurant. photo booth. pawn shop. hell, even the ferris wheel! yet, no juice could be made from the fruit of his labor.

your mii had been adamant in constantly rejecting his advances, even having the gall to fall in love with one of the placeholder miis.

and after every rejection, his own mii kept falling back in love after a trip to europe to subside his despair. after the first few times the love bubble inevitably popped up, jason had told his mii-self that it was too soon to ask your mii out only for that equally big-headed bunch of pixels refuse his advice and ask you out anyway. rinse and repeat.

perhaps it was a cruel joke on him for even trying. was it because your mii wasn't accurate enough? jason swears to himself that he'll keep a small photo of you in his wallet from this day forth.

perhaps it was poetic. that, no matter what happens to him, he'll always come to love you.

[datkillu]

that thought of segye taking seori’s surname… mm i think absolutely!

[usermoran]

cha se gye evil bisexual #confirmed