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hiii, Ana! It’s been a long time (at least in my packed horrible student life TT) how r u doing? 🥺

hiii jelly tysm for checking on me ur so sweet 💗 i'm doing great just busy as usual but trying to post more fs

wbu?

[jellyluvsjihoon]

Ohhhh!! I’m glad you are good!! I thought smth bad had happened bc u disappeared 🙂‍↕️, so it’s a relief u are good.

I’m busy too T^T. Im almost ending my school year now and I’m feeling emotional . Like oh faahhh I’m finishing secondary school this year. (but I still have to do proyects for school so… they keep me busy ig 😭).

I wanna read all you posts tho! Idk how but I’ll find a way to do it…. If not I’ll do a marathon next week >:3 100%.

[jellyluvsjihoon]

jelly can I request something pls? 🥺 It’s ok if ur requests are closed though!

oh! hiiiii!!!! Ofc ofc request whatever you want cutie ><💗

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02 — 𝓣ears

💭 ─── hey, i believe in you ⟢

𝓒hoi 𝓨oungjae x 𝐫eader ⌞ 1.3 k ⌝ ✶ teary bf scenarios, fluff, mention to snsd taeyeon, jihyo (twice) & seungkwan (seventeen), predebut jae + no tragedy jae. cw! tears & skinship. not proofread. everything written here it’s just my imagination, idk if 1% of it is real T^T. 𓂃 nets: @fantasia-films; @k-records; @berrybittynetwork.

⌗ imagine with me (m.list)

─── ౨ৎ 눈물

Choi Youngjae isn’t the type of guy who cries a lot. In fact, it isn’t quite usual to see a tear fall down from his cheeks.

After all, there wasn’t a specific reason to cry most of the time. Or that’s what he thought.

However… sometimes, on very rare moments, his eyes would water, and all that armor he had tried so hard to keep up would fall down.

His first instinct would be to hide his face. He does not like that people watch him cry. He had never given a lot of thought to why, but if I had to guess, I’d say because he has been taught it is something he should only keep to himself. Something private.

As if crying was something to be sorry for.

It isn’t private for you, though. Even if he tries to, covering up his face with his hands —not letting you see his reddish eyes — that won’t prevent you from tearing them apart with a lot of effort (no, strength wasn’t your strong suit) and look at him. All of him. You would always be able to see what happened, and most of the time it was clear to you with a unique glance. That’s how well you knew Youngjae.

When he cries out of pure sadness, his sobs are quiet ones that he would hold back just to not make noise. Just to not burden anyone. He would cry in silence and bury his head in his hands, breathing unsteadily. And when he does so, it’s your turn to remove his hands from his face and kiss one by one his tears, giving him comforting taps on his back.

Every time it happened, you would mutter, “Hey, I got you,” instead of saying, “Everything is going to be okay,” just because you didn’t know the exact answer to the problem, and sometimes what he needed wasn’t a solution, but the reminder of you being there for him. That might be why, after that, Youngjae just hugs you sincerely, his grip on your back tightening. And then he mutters a soft “thank you” in his cracked, teary voice, which only makes you want to hug him tighter. When you let him go, his eyes are as deep as the ocean if it were brown. He would seem lost. But then… then he would give you a pretty small smile. That smile was the world to you. Just because you knew it was his way of saying ‘thank you for staying, I love you’. So you treasured it with your heart.

Yet, when he cries out of frustration or exhaustion, he’s either too quiet or too loud. Most of the time, he just stares at the wall with the glare lost on it. Tears would just fall as if they were nothing. As if he were nothing.

Other times, his sobs would no longer be controlled by himself, and instead of being quiet, he would be  loud enough for the neighbour to hear his desperation. Not because he wanted to, but because he couldn’t hold back anymore. And when you arrive home, seeing him like this breaks your heart into pieces. It only makes you want to cry along and hug him. You would wrap your arms around his shoulders and let him hold on to you, burying his face in your chest while you gently kiss the top of his head.

“What happens?” You whispered softly one day. Youngjae only shook his head and tightened his grip on your hips. He was avoiding your question.

“Youngjae..” You muttered with a reproachful tone. “Tell me, please.” You said, making him look at you with those beautiful brown eyes. Now they were covered in tears with a reddish tint below them. He had cried a lot, that was evident.

Youngjae swallowed hard.

“I… I just wonder… is this the correct path for me? Has it ever been the perfect path for me?” He sounded desperate. His eyes didn’t want to face you. “I’m just… so exhausted. These days I only feel like quitting.”

You pursed your lips. The touch of his cheeks under your hands was what made you feel his tears falling. You could sense his sorrow. His eyes were lifeless after all.

You wondered what exactly happened, but you also knew Youngjae wasn’t the type of person who shared all the details. Or maybe, he just needed more time. Even if he didn’t, you would stay anyways.

“Why did you want to become an idol?” Was the question you asked.

It surprised Youngjae, it really did. Time had passed since the last time someone asked him that.

“Because… it was my dream.” He replied in a mumbling voice.

“Why?” You asked again.

He stayed silent for a while. Just for a while. And then, with a trembling voice, he answered:

“Because.. because I wanted to sing. I wanted to be an idol because I loved singing. And I loved dancing. And I loved seeing the performances at Ikigayo every Sunday, seeing them doing all those amazing dances, with all those people cheering on them. I… I wanted to be there. It was my dream. It… It is my dream.”

You smiled softly, with some pride in it. “That’s right.”

Youngjae tried to smile too, even if it turned out to look more like a grimace.

“Look, sweetie.” You muttered, holding his hand. “Your dream doesn’t need to be perfect. It does not even need to be correct at every moment. Everyone feels like quitting. I’m sure that even the greatest stars like Jihyo, Taeyeon, or Seungkwan felt like it at some time.”

“You think so?” He mumbled.

“I’m 99.9% sure. But they became big stars because even if they were unsure, even if they had everything against them, they kept going. They kept going because they wanted to make their dreams come true.” You nodded. “Either way… cry as much as you want. But when you feel like you are ready to continue, stand up and go for it, fight for your future, okay?” You muttered, a smile on your lips. “I believe in you. I’ve always had.”

However, your favorite crying-moment must be when he cried out in relief, out of joy; it made you want to cry with him and laugh together. He would still hide his face, looking the other way, but there was no need to see him to know that he was, in fact, crying. Crying just because.

You would hug him, but this time happily and chuckle together, as if you had been together for centuries.

As a matter of fact, the last time you had seen him cry was of this specific kind. He had won a music show with his group, and he just started crying out of nowhere. Just because that wave of relief had washed him over.

They had won at Inkigayo.

Inkigayo.

For the cameras, he just looked the other way, but a proud smile tugged at his lips. You thought you could even hear what he was thinking right from the dressing room. As if all his effort had been rewarded. As if his dream was indeed true.

And it was… woah.

When they came out of the stage, and all the lights turned off, he ran to you, lifting you from the ground and spinning around. He was laughing. You laughed too. You couldn’t be happier for him.

And, for the first time, he didn’t care to show you his tears falling down. Maybe because it symbolised something. Something special.

Maybe a “thank you for believing in me” that only made your smile wider.

Because for you, Youngjae wasn’t a burden.

He has never been.

And never will be.

He was just your boy, who sometimes needed someone to believe in him.

And you were his fan no 1. Since the first day.

(or at least that's what i imagined)

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ur wife <333 🥺

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How TWS first met you pt.2

~’Shinyu

Shinyu didn’t rush. That was the first thing everyone noticed. Because the old Shinyu — the one who remembered being with Y/N — knew every little thing about her.

He knew how she liked her coffee. He knew when she was pretending to be okay.

He knew the exact way she smiled when she was trying not to laugh.

But now?

He had to pretend he didn’t. So he started from zero.

“Do you always sit by the window?”

Y/N looked up from her drink. “Hm?”

“I don’t know. You just seem like someone who would.”

She laughed. “That’s such a weird observation.”

But she smiled. And that was enough. He didn’t tell her that in a few years, that exact smile was the reason he fell for her.

Instead, he let her discover him again. Slow conversations. Quiet walks. Little moments.

Until one day she looked at him and said: “Why does it feel like you already know me?”

Shinyu smiled softly.

“Maybe I just want to.”

~’Dohoon

Dohoon was probably the hardest one. Because he remembered the version of Y/N who was already comfortable with him. The Y/N who would walk into his room without knocking.

The Y/N who would steal his food.

The Y/N who knew exactly when he needed cheering up.

Now she was standing in front of him, politely asking: “Is it okay if I sit here?”

And he almost laughed because

You used to steal my entire seat.

But he held it in. “Yeah. Of course.”

He slowly rebuilt everything. He invited her to practice. Showed her his favorite songs. Made her laugh until she forgot to be shy around him.

Then one day, she caught him staring. “What?”

Dohoon looked away. “Nothing.”

“You’re lying.”

He smiled. “I just thought… I’m glad I met you.”

And even though she didn’t remember the past…

Her heart still reacted the same.

~’Youngjae

Youngjae struggled the most with accepting that he had to start over.

Because he remembered falling for her. The exact moment, feeling, and exact person.

But Y/N now had no idea. So he did what he always did. He cared. Not dramatically. Just quietly.

He remembered to bring her food when she was busy.

He listened when she talked.

He checked if she got home safely.

One day she teased him: “You’re weirdly nice to me.”

Youngjae smiled. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No.” She looked away. “It’s just… it feels familiar.”

His heart skipped. “Really?”

She nodded.

“Like I’ve known you longer than I actually have.”

And Youngjae just smiled.

Because maybe memories disappeared…

But feelings didn’t.

~’Hanjin

Hanjin was the most sentimental. Because to him…

Y/N wasn’t someone new. She was someone he had waited for.

The girl he liked in high school.

The girl he found again years later.

The girl he loved.

So when he met her again, he didn’t try to impress her. He just wanted to be around her. Like before. “Do you want to walk home together?”

She looked surprised. “We live in opposite directions.”

“I know.”

“Then why?”

Hanjin smiled. “Because I want more time with you.”

Simple.

Honest.

The same way he had always been. And slowly…

Y/N started choosing him too.

~’Jihoon

Jihoon acted like he wasn’t affected. He joked. He teased. He acted normal. But everyone knew, he was terrified of something.

Because he remembered having someone who knew him better than anyone.

And now he had to introduce himself again. “Hi, I’m Jihoon.”

Y/N laughed. “I know.”

He froze. “You do?”

“Obviously. You’re famous.”

He smiled. “Right.”

But then he added quietly: “But I want you to know me.”

Not the person on stage. Not the person everyone saw. Just him. So he showed her.

His silly side.

His tired side.

His childish side.

And eventually, she became comfortable enough to tease him back.

Just like she used to.

~’Kyungmin

Kyungmin remembered the first time she protected him. So this time…

He wanted to be the one protecting her. He noticed small things.

When she was tired.

When she was uncomfortable.

When she needed someone.

But he didn’t make it obvious. Because the old Kyungmin knew Y/N hated feeling like a burden.

One day, she asked: “Why do you always notice things about me?”

He smiled. “Because you’re important.”

She looked at him. “You say things like we’re close.”

Kyungmin laughed softly. “Maybe I want us to be.”

And that was the moment she realized…

Maybe she didn’t remember loving him. But she was starting to.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(Please do not steal my works!)

[jellyluvsjihoon]

apparently some people don't know what does "no nsfw as there are MINORS" mean.

[jellyluvsjihoon]

okay but… is there a niche audience who likes alien stage and tws? 🥺

[jellyluvsjihoon]

02 — 𝓣ears

💭 ─── hey, i believe in you ⟢

𝓒hoi 𝓨oungjae x 𝐫eader ⌞ 1.3 k ⌝ ✶ teary bf scenarios, fluff, mention to snsd taeyeon, jihyo (twice) & seungkwan (seventeen), predebut jae + no tragedy jae. cw! tears & skinship. not proofread. everything written here it’s just my imagination, idk if 1% of it is real T^T. 𓂃 nets: @fantasia-films; @k-records; @berrybittynetwork.

⌗ imagine with me (m.list)

─── ౨ৎ 눈물

Choi Youngjae isn’t the type of guy who cries a lot. In fact, it isn’t quite usual to see a tear fall down from his cheeks.

After all, there wasn’t a specific reason to cry most of the time. Or that’s what he thought.

However… sometimes, on very rare moments, his eyes would water, and all that armor he had tried so hard to keep up would fall down.

His first instinct would be to hide his face. He does not like that people watch him cry. He had never given a lot of thought to why, but if I had to guess, I’d say because he has been taught it is something he should only keep to himself. Something private.

As if crying was something to be sorry for.

It isn’t private for you, though. Even if he tries to, covering up his face with his hands —not letting you see his reddish eyes — that won’t prevent you from tearing them apart with a lot of effort (no, strength wasn’t your strong suit) and look at him. All of him. You would always be able to see what happened, and most of the time it was clear to you with a unique glance. That’s how well you knew Youngjae.

When he cries out of pure sadness, his sobs are quiet ones that he would hold back just to not make noise. Just to not burden anyone. He would cry in silence and bury his head in his hands, breathing unsteadily. And when he does so, it’s your turn to remove his hands from his face and kiss one by one his tears, giving him comforting taps on his back.

Every time it happened, you would mutter, “Hey, I got you,” instead of saying, “Everything is going to be okay,” just because you didn’t know the exact answer to the problem, and sometimes what he needed wasn’t a solution, but the reminder of you being there for him. That might be why, after that, Youngjae just hugs you sincerely, his grip on your back tightening. And then he mutters a soft “thank you” in his cracked, teary voice, which only makes you want to hug him tighter. When you let him go, his eyes are as deep as the ocean if it were brown. He would seem lost. But then… then he would give you a pretty small smile. That smile was the world to you. Just because you knew it was his way of saying ‘thank you for staying, I love you’. So you treasured it with your heart.

Yet, when he cries out of frustration or exhaustion, he’s either too quiet or too loud. Most of the time, he just stares at the wall with the glare lost on it. Tears would just fall as if they were nothing. As if he were nothing.

Other times, his sobs would no longer be controlled by himself, and instead of being quiet, he would be  loud enough for the neighbour to hear his desperation. Not because he wanted to, but because he couldn’t hold back anymore. And when you arrive home, seeing him like this breaks your heart into pieces. It only makes you want to cry along and hug him. You would wrap your arms around his shoulders and let him hold on to you, burying his face in your chest while you gently kiss the top of his head.

“What happens?” You whispered softly one day. Youngjae only shook his head and tightened his grip on your hips. He was avoiding your question.

“Youngjae..” You muttered with a reproachful tone. “Tell me, please.” You said, making him look at you with those beautiful brown eyes. Now they were covered in tears with a reddish tint below them. He had cried a lot, that was evident.

Youngjae swallowed hard.

“I… I just wonder… is this the correct path for me? Has it ever been the perfect path for me?” He sounded desperate. His eyes didn’t want to face you. “I’m just… so exhausted. These days I only feel like quitting.”

You pursed your lips. The touch of his cheeks under your hands was what made you feel his tears falling. You could sense his sorrow. His eyes were lifeless after all.

You wondered what exactly happened, but you also knew Youngjae wasn’t the type of person who shared all the details. Or maybe, he just needed more time. Even if he didn’t, you would stay anyways.

“Why did you want to become an idol?” Was the question you asked.

It surprised Youngjae, it really did. Time had passed since the last time someone asked him that.

“Because… it was my dream.” He replied in a mumbling voice.

“Why?” You asked again.

He stayed silent for a while. Just for a while. And then, with a trembling voice, he answered:

“Because.. because I wanted to sing. I wanted to be an idol because I loved singing. And I loved dancing. And I loved seeing the performances at Ikigayo every Sunday, seeing them doing all those amazing dances, with all those people cheering on them. I… I wanted to be there. It was my dream. It… It is my dream.”

You smiled softly, with some pride in it. “That’s right.”

Youngjae tried to smile too, even if it turned out to look more like a grimace.

“Look, sweetie.” You muttered, holding his hand. “Your dream doesn’t need to be perfect. It does not even need to be correct at every moment. Everyone feels like quitting. I’m sure that even the greatest stars like Jihyo, Taeyeon, or Seungkwan felt like it at some time.”

“You think so?” He mumbled.

“I’m 99.9% sure. But they became big stars because even if they were unsure, even if they had everything against them, they kept going. They kept going because they wanted to make their dreams come true.” You nodded. “Either way… cry as much as you want. But when you feel like you are ready to continue, stand up and go for it, fight for your future, okay?” You muttered, a smile on your lips. “I believe in you. I’ve always had.”

However, your favorite crying-moment must be when he cried out in relief, out of joy; it made you want to cry with him and laugh together. He would still hide his face, looking the other way, but there was no need to see him to know that he was, in fact, crying. Crying just because.

You would hug him, but this time happily and chuckle together, as if you had been together for centuries.

As a matter of fact, the last time you had seen him cry was of this specific kind. He had won a music show with his group, and he just started crying out of nowhere. Just because that wave of relief had washed him over.

They had won at Inkigayo.

Inkigayo.

For the cameras, he just looked the other way, but a proud smile tugged at his lips. You thought you could even hear what he was thinking right from the dressing room. As if all his effort had been rewarded. As if his dream was indeed true.

And it was… woah.

When they came out of the stage, and all the lights turned off, he ran to you, lifting you from the ground and spinning around. He was laughing. You laughed too. You couldn’t be happier for him.

And, for the first time, he didn’t care to show you his tears falling down. Maybe because it symbolised something. Something special.

Maybe a “thank you for believing in me” that only made your smile wider.

Because for you, Youngjae wasn’t a burden.

He has never been.

And never will be.

He was just your boy, who sometimes needed someone to believe in him.

And you were his fan no 1. Since the first day.

(or at least that's what i imagined)

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02 — 𝓣ears

💭 ─── hey, i believe in you ⟢

𝓒hoi 𝓨oungjae x 𝐫eader ⌞ 1.3 k ⌝ ✶ teary bf scenarios, fluff, mention to snsd taeyeon, jihyo (twice) & seungkwan (seventeen), predebut jae + no tragedy jae. cw! tears & skinship. not proofread. everything written here it’s just my imagination, idk if 1% of it is real T^T. 𓂃 nets: @fantasia-films; @k-records; @berrybittynetwork.

⌗ imagine with me (m.list)

─── ౨ৎ 눈물

Choi Youngjae isn’t the type of guy who cries a lot. In fact, it isn’t quite usual to see a tear fall down from his cheeks.

After all, there wasn’t a specific reason to cry most of the time. Or that’s what he thought.

However… sometimes, on very rare moments, his eyes would water, and all that armor he had tried so hard to keep up would fall down.

His first instinct would be to hide his face. He does not like that people watch him cry. He had never given a lot of thought to why, but if I had to guess, I’d say because he has been taught it is something he should only keep to himself. Something private.

As if crying was something to be sorry for.

It isn’t private for you, though. Even if he tries to, covering up his face with his hands —not letting you see his reddish eyes — that won’t prevent you from tearing them apart with a lot of effort (no, strength wasn’t your strong suit) and look at him. All of him. You would always be able to see what happened, and most of the time it was clear to you with a unique glance. That’s how well you knew Youngjae.

When he cries out of pure sadness, his sobs are quiet ones that he would hold back just to not make noise. Just to not burden anyone. He would cry in silence and bury his head in his hands, breathing unsteadily. And when he does so, it’s your turn to remove his hands from his face and kiss one by one his tears, giving him comforting taps on his back.

Every time it happened, you would mutter, “Hey, I got you,” instead of saying, “Everything is going to be okay,” just because you didn’t know the exact answer to the problem, and sometimes what he needed wasn’t a solution, but the reminder of you being there for him. That might be why, after that, Youngjae just hugs you sincerely, his grip on your back tightening. And then he mutters a soft “thank you” in his cracked, teary voice, which only makes you want to hug him tighter. When you let him go, his eyes are as deep as the ocean if it were brown. He would seem lost. But then… then he would give you a pretty small smile. That smile was the world to you. Just because you knew it was his way of saying ‘thank you for staying, I love you’. So you treasured it with your heart.

Yet, when he cries out of frustration or exhaustion, he’s either too quiet or too loud. Most of the time, he just stares at the wall with the glare lost on it. Tears would just fall as if they were nothing. As if he were nothing.

Other times, his sobs would no longer be controlled by himself, and instead of being quiet, he would be  loud enough for the neighbour to hear his desperation. Not because he wanted to, just because he couldn’t hold back anymore. And when you arrive home, seeing him like this breaks your heart into pieces. It only makes you want to cry along and hug him. You would wrap your arms around his shoulders and let him hold on to you, burying his face in your chest while you gently kiss the top of his head.

“What happens?” You whispered softly one day. Youngjae only shook his head and tightened his grip on your hips. He was avoiding your question.

“Youngjae..” You muttered with a reproachful tone. “Tell me, please.” You said, making him look at you with those beautiful brown eyes. Now they were covered in tears with a reddish tint below them. He had cried a lot, that was evident.

Youngjae swallowed hard.

“I… I just wonder… is this the correct path for me? Has it ever been the perfect path for me?” He sounded desperate. His eyes didn’t want to face you. “I’m just… so exhausted. These days, I only feel like quitting.”

You pursed your lips. The touch of his cheeks under your hands was what made you feel his tears falling. You could sense his sorrow. His eyes were lifeless after all.

You wondered what exactly happened, but you also knew Youngjae wasn’t the type who shared all the details. Or maybe, he just needed more time. And even if he didn’t, you would stay anyways.

“Why did you want to become an idol?” Was the question you asked.

It surprised Youngjae, it really did. Time had passed since the last time someone asked him that.

“Because… it was my dream.” He replied in a mumbling voice.

“Why?” You asked again.

He stayed silent for a while. Just for a while. And then, with a trembling voice, he answered:

“Because.. because I wanted to sing. I wanted to be an idol because I loved singing. And I loved dancing. And I loved seeing the performances at Ikigayo every Sunday, seeing them doing all those amazing dances, with all those people cheering on them. I… I wanted to be there. It was my dream. It… It is my dream.”

You smiled softly, with some pride in it. “That’s right.”

Youngjae tried to smile too, even if it turned out to look more like a grimace.

“Look, sweetie.” You muttered, holding his hand. “Your dream doesn’t need to be perfect. It does not even need to be correct at every moment. Everyone feels like quitting. I’m sure that even the greatest stars like Jihyo, Taeyeon, or Seungkwan felt like it sometimes.”

“You think so?” He mumbled.

“I’m 99.9% sure. But they became big stars because even if they were unsure, even if they had everything against them, they kept going. They kept going because they wanted to make their dreams come true.” You nodded. “Either way… cry as much as you want. But when you feel like you are ready, stand up and go for it, fight for your future, okay?” You muttered, a smile on your lips. “I believe in you. I’ve always had.”

However, your favorite must be when he cried out in relief, out of joy; it made you want to cry with him and laugh together. He would still hide his face, looking the other way, but there was no need to see him to know that he was, in fact, crying. Crying just because.

You would hug him, but this time happily and chuckle together, as if you had been together for centuries.

As a matter of fact, the last time you had seen him cry was of this specific kind. He had won a music show with his group, and he just started crying out of nowhere. Just because that wave of relief had washed him over.

They had won at Inkigayo.

For the cameras, he just looked the other way, but a proud smile tugged at his lips. You thought you could even hear what he was thinking right from the dressing room. As if all his effort had been rewarded. As if his dream was indeed true.

And it was… woah.

When they came out of the stage, and all the lights turned off, he ran to you, lifting you from the ground and spinning around. He was laughing. You laughed too. You couldn’t be happier for him.

And, for the first time, he didn’t care to show you his tears falling down. Maybe because it symbolised something. Something special.

Maybe a “thank you for believing in me” that only made your smile wider.

Because for you, Youngjae wasn’t a burden.

He has never been.

And never will be.

He was just your boy, who sometimes needed someone to believe in him.

And you were his fan no 1. Since the first day.

(or at least that's what i imagined)

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02 — 𝓣ears

💭 ─── hey, i believe in you ⟢

𝓒hoi 𝓨oungjae x 𝐫eader ⌞ 1.3 k ⌝ ✶ teary bf scenarios, fluff, mention to snsd taeyeon, jihyo (twice) & seungkwan (seventeen), predebut jae + no tragedy jae. cw! tears & skinship. not proofread. everything written here it’s just my imagination, idk if 1% of it is real T^T. 𓂃 nets: @fantasia-films; @k-records; @berrybittynetwork.

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─── ౨ৎ 눈물

Choi Youngjae isn’t the type of guy who cries a lot. In fact, it isn’t quite usual to see a tear fall down from his cheeks.

After all, there wasn’t a specific reason to cry most of the time. Or that’s what he thought.

However… sometimes, on very rare moments, his eyes would water, and all that armor he had tried so hard to keep up would fall down.

His first instinct would be to hide his face. He does not like that people watch him cry. He had never given a lot of thought to why, but if I had to guess, I’d say because he has been taught it is something he should only keep to himself. Something private.

As if crying was something to be sorry for.

It isn’t private for you, though. Even if he tries to, covering up his face with his hands —not letting you see his reddish eyes — that won’t prevent you from tearing them apart with a lot of effort (no, strength wasn’t your strong suit) and look at him. All of him. You would always be able to see what happened, and most of the time it was clear to you with a unique glance. That’s how well you knew Youngjae.

When he cries out of pure sadness, his sobs are quiet ones that he would hold back just to not make noise. Just to not burden anyone. He would cry in silence and bury his head in his hands, breathing unsteadily. And when he does so, it’s your turn to remove his hands from his face and kiss one by one his tears, giving him comforting taps on his back.

Every time it happened, you would mutter, “Hey, I got you,” instead of saying, “Everything is going to be okay,” just because you didn’t know the exact answer to the problem, and sometimes what he needed wasn’t a solution, but the reminder of you being there for him. That might be why, after that, Youngjae just hugs you sincerely, his grip on your back tightening. And then he mutters a soft “thank you” in his cracked, teary voice, which only makes you want to hug him tighter. When you let him go, his eyes are as deep as the ocean if it were brown. He would seem lost. But then… then he would give you a pretty small smile. That smile was the world to you. Just because you knew it was his way of saying ‘thank you for staying, I love you’. So you treasured it with your heart.

Yet, when he cries out of frustration or exhaustion, he’s either too quiet or too loud. Most of the time, he just stares at the wall with the glare lost on it. Tears would just fall as if they were nothing. As if he were nothing.

Other times, his sobs would no longer be controlled by himself, and instead of being quiet, he would be  loud enough for the neighbour to hear his desperation. Not because he wanted to, but because he couldn’t hold back anymore. And when you arrive home, seeing him like this breaks your heart into pieces. It only makes you want to cry along and hug him. You would wrap your arms around his shoulders and let him hold on to you, burying his face in your chest while you gently kiss the top of his head.

“What happens?” You whispered softly one day. Youngjae only shook his head and tightened his grip on your hips. He was avoiding your question.

“Youngjae..” You muttered with a reproachful tone. “Tell me, please.” You said, making him look at you with those beautiful brown eyes. Now they were covered in tears with a reddish tint below them. He had cried a lot, that was evident.

Youngjae swallowed hard.

“I… I just wonder… is this the correct path for me? Has it ever been the perfect path for me?” He sounded desperate. His eyes didn’t want to face you. “I’m just… so exhausted. These days I only feel like quitting.”

You pursed your lips. The touch of his cheeks under your hands was what made you feel his tears falling. You could sense his sorrow. His eyes were lifeless after all.

You wondered what exactly happened, but you also knew Youngjae wasn’t the type of person who shared all the details. Or maybe, he just needed more time. Even if he didn’t, you would stay anyways.

“Why did you want to become an idol?” Was the question you asked.

It surprised Youngjae, it really did. Time had passed since the last time someone asked him that.

“Because… it was my dream.” He replied in a mumbling voice.

“Why?” You asked again.

He stayed silent for a while. Just for a while. And then, with a trembling voice, he answered:

“Because.. because I wanted to sing. I wanted to be an idol because I loved singing. And I loved dancing. And I loved seeing the performances at Ikigayo every Sunday, seeing them doing all those amazing dances, with all those people cheering on them. I… I wanted to be there. It was my dream. It… It is my dream.”

You smiled softly, with some pride in it. “That’s right.”

Youngjae tried to smile too, even if it turned out to look more like a grimace.

“Look, sweetie.” You muttered, holding his hand. “Your dream doesn’t need to be perfect. It does not even need to be correct at every moment. Everyone feels like quitting. I’m sure that even the greatest stars like Jihyo, Taeyeon, or Seungkwan felt like it at some time.”

“You think so?” He mumbled.

“I’m 99.9% sure. But they became big stars because even if they were unsure, even if they had everything against them, they kept going. They kept going because they wanted to make their dreams come true.” You nodded. “Either way… cry as much as you want. But when you feel like you are ready to continue, stand up and go for it, fight for your future, okay?” You muttered, a smile on your lips. “I believe in you. I’ve always had.”

However, your favorite crying-moment must be when he cried out in relief, out of joy; it made you want to cry with him and laugh together. He would still hide his face, looking the other way, but there was no need to see him to know that he was, in fact, crying. Crying just because.

You would hug him, but this time happily and chuckle together, as if you had been together for centuries.

As a matter of fact, the last time you had seen him cry was of this specific kind. He had won a music show with his group, and he just started crying out of nowhere. Just because that wave of relief had washed him over.

They had won at Inkigayo.

Inkigayo.

For the cameras, he just looked the other way, but a proud smile tugged at his lips. You thought you could even hear what he was thinking right from the dressing room. As if all his effort had been rewarded. As if his dream was indeed true.

And it was… woah.

When they came out of the stage, and all the lights turned off, he ran to you, lifting you from the ground and spinning around. He was laughing. You laughed too. You couldn’t be happier for him.

And, for the first time, he didn’t care to show you his tears falling down. Maybe because it symbolised something. Something special.

Maybe a “thank you for believing in me” that only made your smile wider.

Because for you, Youngjae wasn’t a burden.

He has never been.

And never will be.

He was just your boy, who sometimes needed someone to believe in him.

And you were his fan no 1. Since the first day.

(or at least that's what i imagined)

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ʜᴏᴡ ɪɴꜰᴇʀɪᴏʀ ᴀᴍ ɪ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀᴇ ᴅʀᴀᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴜɴᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴀɴᴛ ʙᴇᴀꜱᴛ ? 

ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀʏ ɪᴛꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ʙᴜꜱɪɴᴇꜱꜱ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ ɴᴏᴡ

“ʜᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴏʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱɴᴛ ᴍᴇ?”

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ʜᴏᴡ? ɪᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪꜱʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ

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ᯓ dusk with you ★ (c.yj)

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ now i’m no longer alone

⸝⸝ in which! youngjae and you view the sunset together ✿ genre! bf!youngjae x reader. fluff without plot. ۶ৎ warning(s) skinship, not proofread › wc! 0.9k. ♡ happy b’day to my favorite guinea pig <3 𖧧 @fantasia-films; @k-records @berrybittynetwork

── ✶ 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 & 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

The wind blew against your face, and the sound of the bells echoed in your ears.

You were in the middle of nowhere, in a completely empty parking lot. The sun had begun to set, and pastel colors—pinks, oranges, and blues—painted the entire sky.

Your hair, wild in the wind, was blowing in every direction. And by your side, there was Youngjae.

You didn’t know where you were, but that was part of the fun. If you were going to get lost, at least let it be together. Even if it was because of that useless Google Maps (or your terrible sense of orientation).

Cars passed by you every now and then, but for some reason, they never stopped where you and he were. As if it were a secret place, just for the two of you. One that the rest of the world respected. If you looked forward, there was only a vast river and more and more mountains.

It couldn’t have been more perfect.

A laugh escaped your lips as you squeezed Youngjae’s hand, your fingers intertwined like a vine.

He looked at you and smiled, giving you a gentle, playful nudge.

“What are you laughing at now?” he asked, his eyes almost closed from the smile.

You shook your head. “At nothing. I’m just happy.”

“Happy?” he said, tilting his head.

“Yes.” You smiled from ear to ear. “Aren’t you?”

A thousand thoughts raced through his mind in a split second, but none of them had anything to do with being unhappy. In fact, he felt like the luckiest guy in the world. Right there. Next to you.

“Hm,” he nodded, his hair blowing across his forehead in the wind. That alone made you laugh again.

“You know?”

“Tell me,” you looked at him.

“I don’t know how we ended up like this.” He smiled. “But I love it.”

You smiled back.

“Me too.”

He let out a breathless laugh. Was this what happiness felt like? It was a strange one, for sure. He’d never felt that kind of joy before. Nevertheless, he definitely wanted to feel it again.

Suddenly, you started running toward the fences separating the road from the parking lot, and he followed right behind you, like a chain reaction. Though he wasn’t running, because his legs were way longer than yours and he didn’t need to run to keep up with you.

“What’s going on?” he said, accompanied by a little chuckle. You turned around, letting go of his hand, and looked at him with those sparkling eyes that drove him wild.

“Want a picture? It’d be a shame not to take one with you looking this handsome today. The GC could do a whole photoshoot for you right now.” You winked at him.

A pink flush spread across his cheeks and he rolled his eyes. “Don’t exaggerate… but okay.” He stepped closer to you, taking your hands again, while swaying them from side to side. His back arched, his gaze amused. “Only if you promise we can take one together later.”

You smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the nose, taking advantage of his closeness. “It’s a deal.”

Taking photos of Youngjae was one of your favorite hobbies—though the only exercise you got was running back and forth across the office, so you weren’t sure if it really counted. He posed like a pro (maybe because he was one) and always let you snap a photo of him pouting or doing the kind of idol stuff he’d be too embarrassed to do outside of his idol persona.

Aegyo was one of your favorites. Although you didn’t ask him for it that time.

With his super-expensive smartphone, you took photos of him.

Lots of photos.

Different angles, different poses.

So many photos that Youngjae started to feel like he was really in a work shoot. And even though he felt bad interrupting you when you were in your flow state, he’d had enough of photos.

He didn’t need a photo to remember this.

A gust of cold wind blew and out of reflex, he hugged himself because of the sudden chill.

“Sweetie.” He called out to you, looking at the camera. “I’m cold.”

You took your eye off the phone’s camera. “Cold?” you asked, getting up from the floor and quickly coming over to give him a warm hug. “Do you want my gloves? Or my hat? Or my coat? I told you to bring an extra layer, but you never listen to me, Jae…”

He snorted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, I should had. But I’m fine like this with you; I don’t need anything else, really.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, concerned. “I have another scarf in my pocket…”

He narrowed his eyes, frowned, and kept smiling, puzzled. “Another scarf? Why would you want more scarves if you already have one?”  The boy teased.

“Hey! Who knows. Maybe it was just in case you got cold.”

Youngjae laughed, this time fully and freely. “Yeah, right.”

“It’s a possibility.” You defended yourself, raising your hands, but laughing too.

“Uh-huh.” He replied, and kissed the top of your head. “You’re one of a kind.”

You smiled, snuggling closer to him.

“Maybe that’s why I’m your girlfriend.”

For some reason, hearing that word come from your lips made everything in Youngjae tremble, and gave him goosebumps. Maybe he was still having a hard time processing the fact that you were his girlfriend.

His girlfriend. You were his girlfriend. Just… wow.

“Maybe.”

Needless to say, those photos went straight to his Weverse. He knew 42 would love them just as much as he did. Because, after all, you were a professional at taking photos, weren’t you?

Just as you were at stealing his heart.

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