I’m enamored. She’s got me wrapped around her entirely, and I don’t want to let go.
Sometimes her voice shakes and gets high pitched when she’s nervous. It’s happened a lot during the first few weeks of getting to know each other, and I always thought it was cute. She also has an unknowing habit of flailing her hands and covering her face when she speaks with excitement. I love it.
Her mannerisms are so endearing, but what really attracts me to her is her soft nature. The shine in her eyes reflect only kindness, her smile always warm. Her gentle voice, her patient temperament. Her everything. She’s got so much room in that big heart of hers, and I can’t describe how happy I am to know that a part of it is reserved for me.
She is the thoughts swarming my mind at night. She is the sleepy smile and gentle morning greeting I adore waking up to. She is the sun that warms my skin, the moon that lights my path. She is the arms I ache to go home to, the lips I never tire of kissing, the delicate body I crave and embrace. She is mine, I am so glad she is mine.
And I am hers. Entirely. I am irrevocably in love with her.
I love her wholly, I love her unconditionally, and I will continue to love her until she tells me to stop.
Hansol can’t remember the last time he’s had a full day to himself.
For the past few years, it’s been many birthdays spent stuck in stuffy dance practice rooms for countless hours, and only when the clock strikes at an ungodly hour of the night does he get to spend this annual and personal holiday with friends. That’s not to say that he cares that much; he fully understands that the lifestyle of an idol requires many sacrifices, the ultimate one being time. There is just simply not enough time for proper celebrations. So, bakery-bought cake with fellow trainees after a sweaty dance session usually suffices. He always makes sure to call his mother every birthday.
This year, however, was different for three reasons: NCT made its official debut, no longer is he an SMRookie as he’s now on the roster for debuting as well, and he somehow managed to get himself a girlfriend amidst his hectic schedule.
Proud is an understatement to describe how he feels about the boys’ already three debuts. It is more like a mixture of pride for his group and pride from the perspective of an older brother watching his younger brothers grow up and become successful. Despite getting busier and busier by the day, he has also grown more content with himself and where he’s currently at in his life. Less does he sit on the train ride back to the dorms and overthink, less does he become homesick, less does he doubt himself and his skill and value. He feels as though his goal of finally becoming an idol is nearing by the day, to the point where he can see it and almost grab for it.
He’s almost there. Years of reaching for such a far-fetched dream to many is finally paying off. He understands now.
Finding someone he considers his other half only makes the journey much easier. Someone whom he sought for and has no idea why, but glad he did; because she’s a reason why he’s falling asleep so much more easier these days. She’s a reason for why he’s smiling wider, why he’s pushing himself harder, why his skin seems to glow and why his confidence is boosted. When he’s able to spend his few free nights with her, lying in bed with his arms snaked protectively around her small-frame as he listens to her soft breathing, he wonders just how he managed to let himself fall for someone at such a pivotal point in his life. When did he find the time to pursue her? Why did he feel the need to date her? He figures that life works in odd ways, and he shouldn’t question it too much. Just accept his decisions and make (and hope) for the best possible outcomes.
You are so significant to me, you don’t even know because I don’t think I tell you that enough.
Birthdays are a time of self-reflect for Hansol, and he usually lets his pessimistic side get the best of him. But this year is a refreshing change. Everything, it seems, is gradually falling into place at a rate he’s comfortable with. At this point, schedules are a breeze; he rarely feels exhausted or overwhelmed anymore, almost content with the intensity of complex dance lessons and the rigorous nature of vocal lessons. He’s appreciative of those challenges nowadays, because it only conditions him to strive to be even better. And better he will be.
Happy birthday to me. Next year, I will become a new man. An even better version of myself.
For every ⭐️ I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.
Being trainees together for so long, I imagine whenever they would see each other in any of the SM buildings they would wave at each other like high school friends would in the hallway during passing period. Little waving and friendly smiles between long-time friends.
For every ⭐️ I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.
He’d like to tuck her hair behind her ear whenever they’re sitting around together; like he’ll just be staring at her while she’s talking, and he’ll nod and hum and just reach over and gently move a lock of her hair behind an ear and smile because he thinks she looks adorable being all animated while telling him a story or something kill me they’re cute
For every ⭐️ I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.
( one ) Hansol petting the back of Sicheng’s head, smoothing down the hair above the nape of his neck in an endearing, older brother-fashion. That can be said for most of his members, but Sicheng is definitely one he’d do this to quite often.
( two ) Lots of food sharing. Hansol likes to feed the baby bird, especially sweets.
"Uhhh...” Hansol is at lost for a proper explanation, his words slurred and mouth moving slower than usual. His face is faintly flushed, eyes hooded and smile lazy; but soft, and at ease. He’s not a lightweight, but he’s had a bit more Soju than intended for the night. “I forgot what we were talking about,” he chuckles lightly, body swaying to one side for a moment before sitting upright again.
Although, he recalls showing Yuta some of his new Digimon impressions.
Obvious amusement is written on Doyoung’s face as he follows the other towards the group of dogs who had very much appeared out of nowhere. Bless the group walking dogs together indeed for his own delight is a little less obvious than his hyung’s but eyes twinkling with happiness, he’s soon kneeling with an arm around one of the bigger dogs while a smaller ones takes it upon herself to place her front paws on the vocalist’s chest. The possibility of muddy shirts and an annoyed manager leave his brain as he let out a laugh but completely agreeing to Hansol’s words. ❝ Hyung, I think you’re not alone in that feeling. I feel like I have accomplished everything when around dogs. I think we really should try and convince our managers to allow us to adopt a dog… Or DOGS, rather. Though we just might get the same answer that we have enough babies to look after in our group in itself. ❞ He rolls his eyes slightly, shifting his attention towards petting the eager dogs.
“Mark wants turtles and a fish as well, and I think Johnny wants a snake. The dorm will eventually become a zoo if they let us have animals,” Wide-eyed and beaming, he looks up at the latter from his crouched position- only to flinch back and chuckle as a Samoyed licks the side of his face without warning. Moments of relishing the company of friendly canines pass, and then Hansol takes notice of the dog walker subtly tugging at their leashes, itching to get a move on. The taller male takes the hint and reluctantly stands back up with a grunt before the walker bids the two farewell with a polite smile and continues off with the dogs. Thoughts of his own pet at home cross his mind, as well as mentally considering dog walking a possible backup career if the idol life wasn’t his true calling after all. “If you could adopt as many dogs as you’d like, how many would you have? And would they be big dogs or small dogs?” Asks the elder, curiously, pausing to point at a street food cart in sight before guiding the younger in that direction.
“I’d have about ten, about all different sizes. Mostly medium-to-big dogs. Plus a cat. The cat would become a part of the pack, surrounded and raised by the dogs, and it would turn into a dog-cat. And dog-cat will be its name.”
how about a plot where muse a is a celebrity and muse b is one of the millions of fans that muse a has. but there’s this saying that you only dream of faces that you’ve seen before and so — imagine this: muse a in their little bed on the tour bus, having recurring dreams of this one particular person that he swears he’s never met before. that person being muse b, who once attended one of muse a’s concert and had front row standing. their eyes might’ve met briefly as muse a looks out toward the crowd but nothing substantial, nothing that might’ve felt like they met. and every once in a while throughout the years and throughout muse a’s climb to fame, they’ll have a dream of this person and fast forward to chance & good fortune when muse a is back to muse b’s town, and muse b is so lucky enough to bump into their favourite celebrity roaming around on the streets ( or maybe at a local restaurant / public place ) ; except muse a is totally dumfounded by the feeling of deja vu, like they already know each other and then that’s when they’ll realise – muse b is the person of their dreams … literally.
( ❀ ) —- ❝ HAH! ❞ Mina exclaimed, leaning back in the seat in an almost triumphical manner over how she would be able to tell exactly how the male was thinking and what he was trying to say, she was good at this game – despite not being entirely sure about what they were playing, she would beat him in this one … as well. Head nodding excitedly over the mention of chocolate, hands brought in front of her and cupped into an almost small bowl so he could place the chocolate there. ❝ Yes! I want a lot of chocolate! Is that my price for this round? ❞
Hansol tuts at the girl, shaking his head with eyes that were closed momentarily. When he looks at her again, he smiles in amusement. “I guess it is,” he exaggerates a sigh, slumping his shoulders and feigns being burdened by losing; although the corner of his lips curl up into a playful smile again, making it known his mannerisms were purely lighthearted. As he poured individually wrapped chocolate pieces from a larger bag into her cupped palms, he hummed in thought. “Would you like anything else with the chocolate? And please don’t exceed my budget. Your limit is ten thousand won, as I have a starving family of adolescent boys back at home to feed tonight.”
Having forgotten her tote bag in one of the practice rooms earlier, Seulgi did not figure many would be lurking around the halls of the SM building at this hour, and retrieving the bag would be a quick task, but instead she found herself sidetracked upon stumbling upon Hansol, who was glued to the screen. Chances were rare, especially now that she had debuted in her own group, to catch up with those she used to be a part of the SMRookies team with, and despite how disappointing it was some people such as Hansol did not make their debut in the newest NCT unit, she knew his time would come just as her own did. Shuffling in upon hearing the urgent call, she seemed to focus right on time as the first lines were being delivered. “Wow, they have so many fans already, it seems– Do you hear those cheers?” Slightly widened eyes at the discovery seemed to ensue as she continued to watch the performance.
“They do! The fans are supporting them with so much energy,” He agrees enthusiastically, the proud grin slapped on his face widening. Hansol can feel the way his chest swells in joy as he watches his fellow members dance on the stage with such fluidity, hands rubbing over his own forearms as goosebumps dot along his skin whenever he witnesses the group pull off a particularly difficult dance move in synchronized unison. He turns his head to look at her again, the pride in his gaze evident in how his eyes seemed to glimmer with such emotion. “Wow, I can feel their aura even from the television... I’m really happy for them! They were nervous before they left, but they’re doing really well. Have you seen the music video yet, by the way?”
Hansol is a… quiet man. A reserved man. That wouldn’t change too much when it comes to how he sees girls and what he’ll do to express his interest. Of course, like your average male, he very much appreciates the existence of women. Very much. A lot. He really likes girls (he just doesn’t feel the need to vocalize it so much).
I feel as though he naturally has a lot of respect for women, because that’s just the kind of person he is. Plus, he grew up around a brother and sister who are much older than he is, his sister being the eldest. I also think because there’s such a big difference in age among his siblings, along with him being the youngest of the family, he likes younger girls a little more (don’t take my word; this is only what I headcanon and should I find out otherwise- or if he really has no preference- in the future, I’ll be sure to embed that new information into my own muse).
He stated that he likes kind girls with long hair and big eyes. I feel like he’s attracted to girls with a soft image in general, and girls who are caring and gentle.
First of all, he wasn’t even aware of just how he had just straight up cursed, in front of a junior. What kind of sunbae that would make him, at the end of the day? Not really sure of how to explain it, in the first place, Jongdae just seemed to stutter for the meantime as his eyes widened, over at the younger male. “Hm..— how to explain this, in the first place, hm?”
"It’s okay, hyung,” The younger laughs quietly at his senior’s disconcerted reaction, setting his beverage back on the table, hands folded together and elbows propping over the marbled surface. “I’m not that young, feel free to swear around me. Just maybe... not around any of the baby members.”
