[doumachi]

꧁༺ 𝓤𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓪𝔃ó𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓸 𝓮𝓵 𝓽𝓾𝔂𝓸 ༻꧂

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꧁༺ 𝓮𝓼𝓽á 𝓮𝓷 𝓮𝔁𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓲ó𝓷 ༻꧂

hi im mey! welcome to my blog ˙ᵕ˙

ᰔᩚ im new to this so feedback is always welcome

ᰔᩚ requests and asks are open :)

ᰔᩚ i'll write only for txt as of now, sfw but i reblog nsfw

ᰔᩚ about me! she/her. im fine with nicknames as long as they're not creepy. im 21 and a student :) im soobin biased and ot5. hope we can have a good time here!

꧁༺ 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓸 𝓔𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 ༻꧂

[doumachi]

did you see Soobin’s tmi about his moa day selfie 🤭 why is he like this- ari

STOOOP I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. ari i can’t he’s too perfect

NEEDDNEEEEDN NEEEDD. ENNDNDNDENDNDNNDNDNDN DNDND FOAMING AT THE MOUTH MI BB ES TAN LINDO

[mazeinthemoon]

HI MOONY HOW ARE YOU 💗💗

MEY MEY MEY MEY MEY HI IM GOOD HRU

[doumachi]

missed you moony 🥹 I’ve been grinding in my classes which is why I haven’t been on here in like two months 💀 I gotta catch up

[silvergyus]

ARI CM ESTÁS I MISSED YOU

MEYYYYYYYY 💕💕💕💕💕💕

my love!!! you've returned to us!!!!!!!!

I am doing okay, chilling now that I'm not working full time (long story). I just got a filling today so my face is still kinda sore and swollen but nevermind that HOW ARE YOU??

[doumachi]

sooooo basically I left cause I was changing my major and getting all that sorted out 😻 working part time and being so locked in girl

Anyways. JJUNIES COMEBACK GIRL HES SO FINE

[doumachi]

im no longer a culinary student 🙌😱

[doumachi]

hi mey!!! I saw your reblog tags and I miss you sm toooooo 🩷 I've been super busy and haven't been interacting much :( -ari

ari omg te extraneeeee girl im being so locked in in school rn 💗 how’ve you been

[doumachi]

MEY HI

EVELYN MY POOKIE HI HOW ARE YOU 💗💗

[silvergyus]

beautiful stranger- c.sb

The train car rushed along its dark passage, weaving through the network of tunnels beneath the city. You sat, decompressing from a long work day, taking in the sights and sounds of your familiar commute home.

You were fortunate to have found a seat today, holding your bag snug on your lap instead of bracing against a pole or hanging onto a sticky handle to steady yourself. You tucked your legs in close, conscious to not take up too much space so that others could pass by. One earbud played music, the other ear free to take in the sounds of public transit.

This was your everyday routine, this shuffle of bodies, this mechanical jolting and stopping, this familiar blend of voices and laughter cut through by the muffled conductor’s voice overhead. The familiarity of the routine made people watching the perfect way to pass the time. You usually saw the same collection of faces- the old woman with the floral cane, the portly business man with his checkered tie- but today you caught sight of a new face.

This boy was beautiful. If you had to guess, you’d say he was in his early twenties. Dark hair fell into his eyes as he read his book. You had access to take in his features, noticing his high cheekbones, his perfectly-crafted cupid's bow arching over full lips, his wide dark eyes and the way his dark lashes contrasted with his skin.

You felt giddy, staring at him, a girlish crush blossoming in your chest. You hid a smile in your scarf as you noticed the slender beauty of his large hands, his delicate fingers turning the page. The butterflies in your stomach quickly turned into daydreams of your future with him. Him taking your hand before you left the train, asking you to stay, to take the seat next to him, tell him everything about yourself. You could almost feel the way his skin would be soft and warm against yours as it rubbed small circles against your knuckles while you spoke, distracting you, but his warm eyes would find yours, he’d nod in encouragement so you’d keep speaking, keep telling him everything you ever dreamed about.

Daydreams faded back into reality as a mother and son walked past, towards the opening doors, breaking your view of the boy. When they passed, you saw him again, perfect bow lips twisted in concentration. You saw him try, fail, and struggle to keep his eyes on the page and not on the bickering women beside him. Stolen Focus the title read. You caught a glimpse when he shifted in his seat, the large letters of the title barely visible between his long, elegant fingers. His hands were beautiful, everything about him was beautiful.

Stolen focus, how you wished that just for a second you could steal his. You watched his large, rich brown eyes dart across the page, willing them to look up, across the narrow aisle, to you.

Your eyes trailed down from his face, taking in his long, long legs. One stretched out into the aisle, a tripping hazard for anyone boarding, the other bounced with a nervous energy that shook his whole slender frame slightly.

A muffled voice blared over the old train car speakers, announcing the stop two ahead of yours. It wouldn’t be long now before you parted ways from the beautiful boy across from you. Unless this was his stop, or next? Maybe that would be easier? If he were the one to leave first? Freeing you from the impossible responsibility of having to break this fantasy? Save you from the urge to stand up and see if maybe, just maybe, he would like to recreate Before Sunrise with you?

Or maybe, even better, he’d get off at the same stop as you, walk the same path home as you, take this route a thousand more times, a constant factor, a million more chances to catch his eye, to make him smile, to start a life intertwined with his.

Such fantasies were dangerous. You knew this. You always set your heart up to break, but you couldn’t help it.

The rush of bodies exiting and boarding the train briefly broke you from your daydream. More bodies, more strangers entered the scene. What if instead of this boy, your future was with one of these others? No, you thought, not today at least. Your beautiful stranger sat straight in his seat, reaching for his phone from his jacket pocket. There was the stolen focus, you thought, smiling to yourself.

Again the warbled voice called over the speakers, calling out the stop before yours. The boy did not move, didn’t do more than cock his head to hear, before turning his twice-broken focus back to his phone. Your heart braced for disappointment as the train lurched from the platform, racing towards your stop. Either your stranger would leap up, grab your hand and run away with you like a fairytale, or he would bury his head back in his pages, never even knowing that you existed.

The doors chimed open as you came to your stop and you sighed, fighting the heartbreak you yourself invented. You stood to leave. The hot air of the platform rushed over your skin as the doors slid open. You felt compelled for one last look at your stranger.

Your heart skipped a beat as you turned to look back and found his brown eyes staring at you. Time seemed to slow as his gaze held yours, though it was only for a second, before he smiled, cupid’s bow mouth grinning wide, revealing deep dimples in his cheeks. It felt like a million futures on a million branches suddenly bloomed for you with his smile. He was beautiful before, locked into his book, but his smile, the curl of his lips and scrunch of his eyes, they made him light up in a way that made your heart flutter.

The rush of bodies, all commuters eager to go home, propelled you forward, out of the train, away from the warmth of your stranger’s smile, but you hoped, as you found yourself smiling fondly, that that wouldn’t be the last smile he gave you.

[doumachi]

UGHHHBT STOOOP HES LITERALLY MY MAAAAAN

[blackhairedjjun]

aquarium date with yeonjun

short yeonjun x gn!reader thoughts, established relationship, pure fluff, inspired by his instagram photos | 562 words

every day you are reminded of why you're so damn in love with yeonjun.

for example: today, on the surprise aquarium date he brought you to, you find yourself watching him more than the actual fish. you can't help it - you love the gleam in his eyes when he watches a stingray passing by, or the little shoulder shimmy he does when he mimicks a fish swimming in a funny way, or the way he turns to look at you when you pass by the shark tank.

"did you see that?!" he says, his mouth open and eyes wide. his head whips back and forth between the shark and you. "so cool..."

he stops plenty of times to snap photos of his favorite fish and send them to his group chat with the boys, or to his chat with you.

"but i'm right here," you say. "why do you need to send the pictures of the fish?"

"i know you're gonna ask for them after, so i'm sending them right away," he says with a wry smile. "we can look at the pictures together in the car."

you smile in response, your eyes crinkling. yeonjun thinks it's the prettiest thing in the world.

what you don't know is that he feels exactly the same way - while you're mesmerized watching a school of fish dance is a wide circle, he snaps a photo of you. he stops for a moment to admire the awe adorning your face captured at the right time. then, while you're standing in front of a giant glass pane surrounded by nothing but blue, he snaps another photo. how grand you look surrounded by a slice of ocean, he thinks and smiles to himself.

"what are you looking at?"

you catch yeonjun smiling at his phone at waltz over to him.

"at you," he says, and shows you the photo.

you gasp. you hate most photos of yourself, but you have to admit that this one is beautiful: you're posed in front of a canvas of blue, the dim light of the aquarium framing your silhouette. the portrait has an otherwordly yet calming quality to it. it makes you look like a divine spirit of the ocean.

is this how yeonjun really sees you?

a smile spreads across your face as you look at the photo, then up at yeonjun. you see softness in the curve of his smile and light in his eyes. he pockets his phone and reaches his hand towards yours, intertwining your fingers with his.

you lean towards him and glance down at his exposed shoulder where his jacket has fallen off. the urge to shower him with affection rises. how could someone so sweet, so kind, so beautiful, be standing right next to you?

you give in to the urge and leave one kiss on his shoulder, then another, then another...

he looks at you in surprise. a few moments of silence linger as the sensation of your kisses sinks in. and then:

"you drive me crazy, you know?"

and he pulls you toward him, holding you close and swaying you from side to side in between giggles. the aquarium displays are completely forgotten when he's too busy squeezing you and peppering your face with kisses.

every day yeonjun is reminded of why he's so damn in love with you, including today.

[doumachi]

oh and I forgot to mention but I saw that beebop girl at the concert lmao 😭

[doumachi]

quiero llorar how does soobin even exist 😭

I DONT EVEN KNOW

HES GORGOUS

[doumachi]

omg mey I've missed you!! how was the cocnert?? -ari

GIRL I MISS YOUUUUU

It was so good I can’t stop thinking abt it

THE SETLIST

[doumachi]

concert last night was fire im crying

[doumachi]

hi mey mey!! i miss you and i hope you're doing well <3 i hope the guy you're talking to is as sweet as prince yeonjun! -violet (bhj) 🖤

oh my gosh violet hi 🥹 I miss you and I wanna come back soon :( he’s definitely not on prince jjunies level but he’s sweet :)

[doumachi]

sorry for the late greeting but belated happy birthday may! 🫶🏼 hope this new chapter will treat you well!!

oh my gosh don’t even worry about it 🤭 wow i really am 21 now

[doumachi]

HI MEY OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY im so sorry i forgot to greet you 😭😭 anyway i hope your birthday was lovely and you had a good time and got lots of gifts!! thank you so much for supporting my little blog, i'm so glad to have met you here on moablr <3 soobin brought birthday flowers for you!! (sfw link) https://www.pinterest.ph/pin/621707923589579641/ - violet / bhj 🖤

THANK YOU FOR THIS 🥹 ur new name is so cute omg ahhhdhndjdf j violet 🤭

[doumachi]

happy birthday mey!!! i hope you have a wonderful day <33

answering this late because i did in fact have a wonderful day. thanks fay 🎀☺️