N I N I ｡ﾟ

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     N I N I 𝒜rchives ⋆ ℳasterlist

‘ ℒove 𝒲as 𝒩ever ℳeant 𝒯o ℬe 𝒢entle . ‘

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𝒯he 𝒥uly 𝒲e ℳet 

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🎥 𝒯he 𝒥uly 𝒲e ℳet 📷 k.sn

!𝒮ynopsis! : 𝒯he summer you met Sunoo was never meant to last. As July slips away, you have became more obsessed with him. He notices the change in you but shrugs it off and continues to be with you. After all this obsession for him, flowers bloomed in your lungs and mouth.. — ✦

♫ 𝒩ow streaming : suki suki daisuki — Jun Togawa ✦

♫ 𝒩ow streaming (2) : Doubt — Twenty One Pilots ✦

‘ i changed the synopsis because i thought of yandere yn >:]

— 𝒞ontains : hanahaki disease, heartbreak, v0miting/coughing flowers, stabbing, bad ending. Lmk if i missed any ! ,, (YURI DDLC REF)

𝒩ote — Yes i did cry for no reason uhh i dont proofread and to lazy to

𝒮unoo grabs out his camera and takes a photo of you holding a red clematis flower.

“Sunoo ! Can I see it ?” You ask. Sunoo pulls out the polaroid and shakes it for the polaroid to show its picture.

“Just wait ynie ! It’s gonna show up soon.” A sudden cough came out of you, you looked at your hand and there was a petal. You gasped. 

“Maybe i accidentally took the petal off. . ?” You thought and shrugged it off. Going to Sunoo.

“So. . . Is it showing?” Sunoo shakes his head.

“Nope not yet, yn. . be patient would ya!” He teased and you nodded.

“Sorry Sunoo ~”

You laughed softly, only for it to end in a small cough. Turning away, you pressed a fist against your lips before Sunoo could notice. When you pulled your hand back, another tiny red petal rested in your palm. Your smile faltered.

"...You okay? Did you just cough out a—“Sunoo asked, tilting his head.

In quick motion, you closed your hand around the petal.

"I-I’m okay..! I accidentally took the petal off and yeah..!," you forced a smile. "Plus I swallowed my saliva the wrong way." He frowned. Somehow... he didn't look convinced. He grabbed your hands and held them tightly.

“Please, yn. Don’t hide anything from me. . . After all, couples don’t hide things.” 

“Trust me Ddeonu, i’m not hiding anything.” You lied. But he believed it.

"Okay! I trust you, Yn." Sunoo smiled warmly. "Should we take more pictures? Or do something else? It's up to you, my love." The pet name made your cheeks burn.

"Y-Yeah... let's do something else..." You stuttered

"Great! C'mon." He reached out, gently taking your hand without a second thought. Your heart skipped.

You’re so beautiful... Ddeonu...

The words slipped out before you could stop them, barely louder than a whisper. Sunoo paused mid-step and glanced back at you.

"Hm? Did you say something?" Your eyes widened.

“N-No... I didn't say anything."

"...Really?" He tilted his head, studying your face for a second before smiling again. "I could've sworn you said something." You laughed nervously.

"I think you're just hearing things." 

“If you say so." He chuckled, giving your hand a light squeeze before continuing down the path.

You let out the breath you'd been holding. 

That was close...

You forced a smile, but the familiar ache bloomed in your chest again. It wasn't painful enough to make you cough, not yet, but it was there, quietly reminding you that every moment you spent beside him only made your feelings harder to hide.

“Just a little longer," you told yourself. “Don't let him find out."

“Ddeonu. . .” You tap your cheek waiting for a peck to come. “Hm? Ahh you always ask! But I can’t refuse this!” He kissed your cheek, and you smirked.

“Hehee. . . Heh. . .” You giggled, Sunoo sensed something weird about you.

“Yn. . You never laugh like that. . .” He finally noticed how obsessed you were with him. 

You walk towards him smiling. “Ddeonu~ I love you so so so much~ I can’t let anyone have you~” You grab your binyeo and take the lid off, showing a knife. He walks back slowly.

“Yn. . . Please. . . I wanna live . . !”  

“But Ddeonu. . . I like you . . . I like you . . . I LOVE YOU!! What if you forget about me and move on. . ! ” Before he could answer you st.bbed yourself.

STOMACH STOMACH

CHEST

“. . . Don’t forget about me. . .” You fall to the ground, the wounds blooming into flowers. Flowers also blooming in your lungs and out of your mouth.

“no no no no no NO!! Yn. . !” He falls to his knees and starts crying. He grabs the binyeo and st.bs himself too. Falling on you, smiling.

“. . . Yn. . .” 

bye bye i go cry 😖 kinda made no sense but i was half alseep so its wtv

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🎥 𝒯he 𝒥uly 𝒲e ℳet 📷 . . 𝒯easer .🐾

𝒯he summer you met Sunoo was never meant to last. As July slips away, you have became more obsessed with him. He notices the change in you but shrugs it off and continues to be with you. After all this obsession for him, flowers bloomed in your lungs and mouth.. — ✦

— 𝒯hank you @chenfleur for giving me the summer au idea !! 

— 𝒞ontains : hanahaki disease, heartbreak, etc not telling until full story uploaded

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“𝒴ou’re so beautiful. . . My ℒove . .♡”

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𝒫airings ✧   ׂ   : !Clueless!Sunoo!x!Obsessed!FemReader!

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IM ACTUALLY SO EXCITED FOR THIS ONE !!

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🪩𝒯he 𝒯ransfer 𝒮tudent ! . ✧📓 l.hs

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just a disclaimer i dont proofread and english isnt my first language and idk.

!𝒮ynopsis! : ℋeeseung transfers into your class halfway through the semester. Everyone thinks he's popular, but he only ever looks at you... because he remembers meeting you years ago, even though you don't remember him.

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♫ 𝒩ow streaming : ℒove, older you — ILLIT

𝒯he rain tapped softly against the classroom windows as your teacher welcomed the new transfer student.

“Class we have a new student. Come in.” He demanded.

He stepped inside with a calm expression, he opened his mouth about to introduce himself, until his eyes stopped on you. Then for a second, he smiled, but then stopped very quickly. 

“Oh— Hi, I am Heeseung.” He stuttered.

“Great go have seat next to yn.” He smiled

He walks towards the seat next to you. He smiled again, looking at you. 

“I never thought i’d see you again..” He whispers. You looked at him confused. 

“Sorry.. You might’ve gotten the wrong person.” You replied. 

“No. I got the right person, and I know for sure that i’m right.” You got a bit scared, and fidgeted with the end of your skirt. After a while the bell rung, and you rushed out of the classroom quickly.

You saw your bestfriends Eunchae and Giselle and ran up to them.

“Girls!”

“Uh oh what is it.” Eunchae started.

“There was a new transfer student in our class, right?”

“Mhm.” They both say and nod.

“He was like “I never thought i’d see you again.”.” You intimidated.

Eunchae nods. “Then?”

“Then, I got confused so I said “You might’ve gotten the wrong person.” Then he said “No, I got the right person, and i’m for sure that i’m right.” I got so scared that once the bell rung I ran out of the classroom quickly!!” 

“Yn. . . At least go talk to them! You might know them!” 

“No! I don’t know him! He gives me creep vibes! What if he was a stalker that was looking for me everywhere!—“ Heeseung comes out of a class room. 

“Oh it’s you again.” He smirks, walking towards you. You walk back slowly.

“What do you want.” You asked in an attitude.

He stopped just inches away, tilting his head with an amused smile.

"Relax with the attitude,” he chuckled quietly. "If I wanted something from you... I would've taken it already.”

His gaze lingered on you for a moment, as if he were waiting for you to challenge him. When you stayed silent, he let out a quiet laugh.

"So? Cat got your tongue?" He teased.

“Shut up Heeseung!” You yelled. He starts laughing while Eunchae and Giselle and smirking.

“They totally would go together!” Eunchae whispered.

“Right?” Giselle replied.

“You got more of an attitude.”

“What do you know,” You crossed your arms. “You think you knew me since birth? Well, no you do not. Plus I don’t even know you since today? And you’re all acting creepy around me, like saying that “I’d never thought i’d see you again” type of shit.” 

Heeseung, Eunchae and Giselle go silent but heeseung breaks the silence by laughing.

“You’ll know when your mom tells you.” Heeseung walks away. You looked at your friends. 

“I don’t get his problem with me. He’s so weird!” You complained, still trying to make sense of the transfer student's attitude.

Your friend frowned. “Didn't you say you two just met?”

“Exactly! That's why it makes no sense. He looked at me like he already knew me.”

“Maybe he mistook you for someone else.”

You shrugged. “Hopefully. Because if that's just his personality, I already don't like him.”

Meanwhile. . .

From across the hallway, Heeseung watched you laugh with your friends before quietly looking away.

"...So you really don't remember." The words barely left his lips, almost lost beneath the chatter filling the hallway.

After all those summers. After every promise you made. You looked at him like he was a complete stranger.

“Remember what?” You asked.

“That. . Uh. . Never mind ask your mom like I told ya. See you later.” He zooms off.

“Wait— what— There wont ever be a “later”!!” You yelled. “Ughhh!” You groan. 

Time skip because why not

Heeseung approaches you smiling.

“yn—“

“I told you to get the fuck away from me, you creep!” You shouted. His eyes widen, and his smile fades.

“Yn. . . I—. . .” He shakes your shoulders. 

“Why can’t you just remember me!! I was so happy to find you but you can’t even remember me?!” He starts tearing up. 

You push him away and clench your fists. “Stop approaching me and go to your friends. . I don’t get why you even bother to talk to me. . .” You walk away. 

After that. . . Heeseung disappeared, he never came to school ever again since that. Your mom came up to you.

“honey. . Have you talked to Heeseung yet?” Your mom asked.

“Oh that creep? Haven’t seen him since last week? Why?” 

“I forgot to tell you but. .,” Your mom grabs out her phone and shows you a picture of you and heeseung as a kid.

“You know this kid?” 

“No? Who is he?” 

“Thats. . . Thats heeseung..” Your mom stuttered. Your eyes widen. Your breath drops. 

“Thats. . .” 

“Heeseung. . .”

You couldn’t sleep all night. And went to school exhausted. You arrived to school and start sprinting to find Heeseung.

“Heeseung. . . Heeseung. !” 

Eunchae and Giselle saw you looking for heeseung.

“Woah woah woah, girl whats going on??” Giselle asked.

“Heeseung.. I—“

“Yn calm down. . . I saw him, he’s here..” She pats your back. Eunchae just nods.

“Where??” You asked.

“Cafeter—“

You start to run to the cafeteria. But he wasn’t there. You fell on your knees and start crying.

“Heeseung. . .” Someone touches your shoulder and you look up. . .

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I really think it would be better to add hashtags like "enha x reader , heeseung enha , enhypen imagines" ectt , more ppl will see your posts! You can maybe use the # i use in my posts 💗💗

THANK YOU QUEEN

(edit) YO I GOT 2 LIKES ON MY TRANSFER STUDENT TEASER 🥹🫰 @lvxswon

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Salvatore ✴︎ 심재윤

𑣲⋆ Sim Jaeyun ❤︎ Fem!reader ✴︎ soulmate dreams soft lana del ray core hanahaki disease angst more

💭 𓂃 𓈒𓏸 2220 ⋆˚࿔ ꒰ short fic ꒱ 💌

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍 ✴ Ever since you were little, you used to dream about a man who you didn't know and never met. Until you grow up and finally meet the man at an award show.

🪷° Haze' note : This fic is inspired by the song Salvatore by Lana del ray. I hope you enjoy!! I really love this song (*^ω^) Not proofread because I never do-

“Jake! Jake, catch me if you can!” 

“Y/N! You're runnin’ too fast!” 

“Catch me, Jakeyyy!!” 

“Hah! Ahah!” 

Dream. It’s a dream. A recurring dream you have been having since you had turned 16.

You jolt awake with tears in your eyes, tears that appear every time the dream presents itself. You don’t even know the reason why you were crying, why the tears made you sob and made your heart ache as if it had been stabbed with a knife. 

Because you don’t know a person named Jake. He has never existed in your life, yet it’s as if his face is burned inside your brain, trying to remind you of something that maybe never existed. You confided everything about this to your best friend, Aera, yet it never stopped the ache inside your heart. 

When you were 19, you had tried to find that person using every platform available to you, whether it be Snapchat, Instagram, Youtube, Twitter, and many more but with zero luck. There was no one with the same name and face anywhere. 

So you gave up the search. You decided you were going to leave it to the universe and just move on with your life, trying to establish yourself in the music industry as a famous producer. 

And today, after years of producing and growing, at the age of 27, you have finally become a world famous producer, earning the award of the “Producer of the Year.” It took you seven years to achieve this, seven years of hard work and dedication of nothing but music. 

You went up to the stage to collect the award, dressed in a beautiful white dress with red thick edges, enhancing your beauty wonderfully. 

“Congratulations, Y/N!” The host smiled, handing you the award with a polite bow which you reciprocated and stood before the microphone. 

Tears filled your eyes as you see your team and the artists you have helped sitting before you, clapping with extreme joy at your success. This was what you had worked hard for. This moment is what you lived for. 

“Ahh.. This award..” You start the speech, trying not to burst out in tears. “Music has always been my light and after years of hard work, I am presented with this award..” You chuckle as you wipe a stray tear off your eyes, scanning for the artists and your team members for comfort. 

“Honestly, I think I'm still pretty young to be receiving his award—” 

“You aren't that young, gurl!” Your fellow producer friend screamed, erupting a laugh from everyone and also you. 

“Thank you so mu—” 

Your eyes land on a person sitting in the middle of all those artists. 

Jake.

THUD

Your blood ran cold, eyes widened and your hands lost its strength. No, no you must be dreaming. It isn't him. It was all a dream. It has always been a dream and not a reality! A coincidence that you always dreamt of the same scenario, the same face, the same name—

“Miss Y/N! Are you ok?!” 

“Y/N!” 

You couldn't respond to anything, your mind going into a buzz, your award dropping on the stage, slipping from your hands. You stumble back slightly, unable to take your eyes away from him. 

The same black hair, beautiful almond eyes, perfect nose, plump lips.. it was him. His face had remained the exact same of what you used to dream of. Apparently, he too, was surprised. His expressions mirrored yours, his eyes widened and his lips slightly parted. 

It looked as if he had seen a ghost. “Y/N!” You finally snap out of your daze and look at the person calling your name, your eyes finally focusing on others and your surroundings. 

You are on stage. Receiving an award. Fans. Your team. Your career. “I—I'm sorry—Sorry, can I just—get some water?” 

Your team immediately took you behind the stage as you tried your hardest to not turn back and look at the man once again. Your heart pounded inside your chest, your stomach churned harshly where you felt as if you would throw up. 

“What happened, baby?” You drink the water given by the staff, your best friend rushing to be by your side. “Aera—I saw him.” You breathe out, looking at her with tears filled in your eyes. 

“Who, baby? Who—”

“Jake.” 

Aera frowned, looking taken aback by the news. “Jake? As in, the dream Jake?” You nod, pulling her into a hug and burying your face in her neck, bursting out in tears for a reason you don't recall. 

“I know it's him! I can feel—it felt real! My heart—” 

“I know, Y/Nie..” 

“Yo—you saw him?!” You look at her in shock, wondering if and or how she recognised him just through your description. “No, but your expression said everything.” 

“Miss Y/N, would you like to go up on the stage again?” The event staff came in, asking politely but you saw the panic in his eyes at the entire situation. Nodding, you get up and smoothen your dress. “Yeah, I'm so sorry about all that—yes, I will go back up.”

You turn to the makeup staff as they rush to fix your makeup and make you look presentable enough so you do not look like you broke down behind the stage. 

“Miss Y/N! Ready in two!” 

“Keep calm, Y/Nie, you got this!” You nod, smiling and collecting yourself, making sure you still look your best. 

While you first made eye contact with Jake, he had already been dumbfounded by seeing you climb up the stage, grabbing the trophy with your delicate fingers and smiling perfectly for the camera. 

He couldn't believe it. The girl from his dreams, you, were standing on the stage and accepting the award as if everything was normal. 

You were the girl from his dreams. Y/N. The same name he had called out since he had turned 16, almost everyday, he would vividly imagine your face even after he was awake and was in classes, sketching out your features which were engraved in his memory. 

How is that possible?! His blood ran cold by simply hearing a name that sounded like yours, but now also seeing you? His heart pounded rapidly, as if trying to tear out of his chest and run. 

Then, you make eye contact with him. 

The world stopped around Jake, his lips parted, eyes turned blurry with tears streaming down his face and his entire body frozen in one place. He didn't even realize that you had dropped your award on the ground, almost stumbling behind you. 

No, his eyes were on you and yours were on his. Nothing else mattered. When your eyes connected, your heart beat synced with each other without either of you realizing, making the both, each other's perfect half. 

A sacred half. 

Jake's eyes snapped out of their trance when you looked away. His eyes immediately fell to the floor as he abruptly stood up, excusing himself and made his way towards the restroom. You were rushed backstage but his mind throbbed with the same dream

“Y/N! You're runnin’ too fast!”

He can't get it out of his head, no matter how hard he tries. Shaking his head non-stop, pressing his palms on his ears while squeezing his eyes shut. Get out of my mind! He burst inside the restroom, tumbling over to the sink before splashed the cold tap water on his face, trying to wake himself up from this “dream” 

Nothing. 

He doesn't wake up.

Because this wasn't a dream. 

“No, no it's not real. She's not real! There is no way—” 

He groaned, messing up his perfectly styled hair for the award show. But right now, he cared less about the event and more about why you reacted that way. Did you have the same dream? Since when? Did you find a meaning? 

Jake needed answers, but he needed you more. The strength of pull he has always felt after he wakes up from the dream has intensified in this moment. It's as if he is gravitating to you, like you are his sole purpose. 

Splashing his face with the cold water, Jake stared at his reflection in the mirror. Blood-shot eyes, messy hair, skin paler than a ghost, he looked like a mess. But that couldn't compare to the mess he was feeling inside, the war he was fighting inside his own head. 

He stumbled out only after the loud claps echoing around the stadium, signalling that you were done with your speech after coming back on stage. His heart tugged again, as if someone was physically pulling him to walk out the restroom door and just walk where the energy guides him. 

The longer he tried to ignore it, tried to calm down and pray that it was all in his head, but the pull got stronger until it dragged him out the restroom. He felt like his legs had their own mind and knew exactly where to go, cutting connections with his mind. 

He needed to see you. And he hated it. So he will end it.

The second you finish your speech, you zoom off the stage and place the award in the hands of your manager, dashing to wherever your legs took you. The entire time you were giving the speech, your eyes kept scanning for the one soul you wanted to see. And not finding him in the crowd shattered your heart into millions of pieces. 

It felt like someone very close to you had been snatched away from your embrace, screaming and clawing to be near you again. 

But you never knew him.. so how can you miss someone you never knew?

“Jake!” You scream as you reach the hallway of the dressing rooms and the restrooms. You didn't know why your heart guided you here but you trusted it so you kept going, your hurried heels clanking on the floor harshly. 

Then you see him. The same male you made eye contact with from the stage. “Jake!” He was walking in the same direction as you, his back turned to you. As soon as you yelled his name, you saw him go still. 

That is his name. 

Your heart raced as you sprint towards him. Your heels digging into soft ankles but you didn't stop. 

“Jake! Jake, catch me if you can!”

But this time, you were chasing him. 

“Jake!” Reaching him, you flip him around to face you. Silence. 

Red eyes, blank face, no emotions in his eyes. Your heart sank till your stomach and your heart lost all its warmth. Why were his eyes empty? “Jake—” 

“I'm sorry, do I know you?” Your heart stopped. What? What did he mean? “You don—jake—” He tilted his head, looking at you with a strange look. “You get the dreams don't you?! I know you do!” 

You scream at him, stumbling back at his nonchalance, your heart shattering. “What dream? I'm sorry, I have no idea what you are talking about, miss.” He just shook his head and didn't let you speak and simply turned around.

You instantly turn to follow him, talk to him, force it out of his mouth that whatever dream you have been having, he sees it too. You know he does. But the second you try to lift your leg off the floor, it doesn’t budge.

Like it has decided you now no longer control it. Extreme pain burst inside your chest and lungs, like fire spreading all over your body, making you want to scream but no sound come out. 

What is happening?! Jake! Jake!! Your mind tries to call him because your lips are sealed shut. The burning inside your chest intensifies as if something is trying to crawl through your flesh. That’s when it hit you.

“That person you see in your dreams is your soulmate, Y/N.” 

Your eyes widen as a memory flashed in front of your eyes. Your best friend had told you about this the first time you dreamed of him. Soulmate? Then why can’t you move?! Aren’t you his soulmate too? 

“But by the time you actually find him and he ends up rejecting you, you will die, Y/N” 

“I will die?”

“Yes.. It’s called Hanahaki disease..” 

“So a disease of flowers?” You snickered. 

“It’s not a joke, Y/Nie.. If he rejects you in his heart, then you will die.” 

No. No no this cannot happen. You cannot die like this! You haven’t even met him properly. You scream in your mind, trying your best to move as you watch he goes away further and further from your vision, only remaining as a blob. 

Why..? Why did he reject you..? 

The burning sensation climbed up your throat, your eyes going behind your head. I’m dying.. Flowers burst through your mouth, dropping on the floor as soon as he disappears from your vision. You fall on your knees, trying to crawl but the flowers don’t stop. Your lungs burst inside you, pain erupting your body. 

This is it.. He rejected you without ever giving you a chance.. Your eyes shut as the flowers bury your face underneath them. The memories of the dream flash by. 

Catch me, Jakeyyy!!

Catch me, Jake…

🪷° Haze' note : I have always wanted to try writing Hanahaki disease so here I go!! Hope I did it justice. Shout out to my love @wooyoungmybelovedhusband for introducing me to it!!

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MADE ME CRY 😿 recommend tho its so good

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🐾 𝒯he 𝒯ransfer 𝒮tudent !𝒯easer! . . ! ✧

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!synopsis!: ℋeeseung transfers into your class halfway through the semester. Everyone thinks he's popular, but he only ever looks at you... You also think he’s a creep.. but he is your old friend meeting you years ago. He remembers you. . but you don't remember him. 

☁️ — ィ    ִ     l͟e͟ᥱ  ▞   𝒉𝓮𝓮𝘴𝘦υ𐓣𝗀    ׅ ★   ׂ    🪽

“𝓘 told you to get the fuck away from me you creep!” . . .

☆ ⠂⠄⠄⠂! 𝒮chool au ! ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆  

 𝒫airings ★   ׂ   : new!student!heeseung x !fem!reader

𝒯aglist 🪽: @lvxswon

i was waiting to post this and i FINALLY GET TOO JYYAYAYAYA🥹🥹