NƗNƗ

⌞𝔴𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔫' 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢⌝

[lovehakie]

🔗 | MASTERLIST | TAGLIST | AO3 | COMING SOON! |

──── 🕸️ KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!

lovely weavers ⊹ ࣪ ˖ @tsanho @taestulipss @moesthinking

💬 REQS? OPEN! SEND IN YOUR THOUGHTS!

🔎 | CORTIS BLOG | RB BLOG | 2ND BND BLOG |

© all rights reserved @/lovehakie ─ please do not copy, translate, repost my works without my consent. do note that all works are purely fictional and do not represent the idols in real life!

[lovehakie]

here’s a preview of what’s being written and edited rn! lmk if you wanna be tagged!

[lovehakie]

nini nini niniiii this song reminded me of your fem myungnyangz!!!!! 🥹

(christine by Lucy dacus)

omg ure so right it is.. almost teared up listening to it 🥺 sungho def wrote this song to jaehyun and recorded it and then when they got older (40) and sungho died and jaehyun ended up still married to hanbin w kids, she finds this recorded tape in sungho’s stuff labelled ‘to my love’ and jaehyun knows it’s for her and so she listens to it and bawls her eyes out but she can’t turn back time and run away with sungho like she wanted to because her child is waddling around infront of her and how could she ever give up that bundle of joy? but she knows deep down that she would’ve preferred never to have kids than live in this world without the love of her life. and the camera pans to jaehyun cradling her child in her arms, overlooking a balcony as the sun sets and as hanbin pulls up in his car and jaehyun is listening to the tape and staring at a picture— the only picture— of her and sungho kissing under the stars from when they were brave enough to run away to the country fair one summer as high schoolers.

thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[lovehakie]

nini!!

AYLIN MY CUTIE PIE WHATS UPPPPP

[lovehakie]

your new theme is saur prettyyy 🤭

heheheh tysm nana!!!

[lovehakie]

bad daughter

tw: emotional neglect, conditional parental love, self-loathing, depressive thoughts, suicidal ideation, family conflict, self-erasure

I wish I wasn't so rude. 

But rude is the only language 

you taught me that works.

I am the daughter who talks back 

because if I don't 

there is nothing left of me.

The one who speaks before she thinks — 

no. 

I think everything. 

Every word. Every consequence. 

And then I set the fire anyway.

The one who says things 

I choke on later in the shower. 

The one who wishes you cared 

but wouldn't believe you if you did.

It's my crime: 

not being worth the softness.

But god, I am so soft inside. 

I am soft in places you never touch. 

I am soft where his laugh lives. 

I am soft where your voice used to live. 

And I hate it. 

I hate that I'm still soft for you.

I wish I wasn't so materialistic. 

But the camera isn't for things. 

It's for proof. 

Proof I existed in this house. 

Proof you once looked at me before your eyes moved to him.

The music isn't just escape. 

It's a wall. 

So I don't have to hear you,

laughing with him. 

So I don't have to hear 

how easy it is to love, 

when it's not me.

You're the happiest with the younger one. 

I know. I watch. 

I hate that I watch. 

I hate that I can't stop watching. 

Like if I look away long enough, 

you might finally notice I'm gone.

You smile at him like he hung the moon. 

You look at me like you're tired. 

Not angry. Just tired. 

Like I'm a door you keep having to close.

The last time you looked at me like that— 

with that warmth, that stupid, beautiful warmth— 

I was small enough to hold. 

Before I learned 

that love has conditions. 

Now you only smile, truly smile, 

when I perform. 

Good grades. Med school. Future. 

For your own good, you say.

Liar.

For your own good, you say. 

But whose good? 

Whose life? 

Whose throat is so full of what you wanted 

that I can barely breathe anymore?

My present is a graveyard. 

I buried everything in it for you. 

And you don't even see the dirt on my hands.

You don't see me crying in the bathroom 

with the water running so you won't hear. 

You don't see me practicing being softer 

in the mirror until my face hurts. 

You don't see me write your name 

and cross it out 

and write it again 

and cross it out harder.

I am so tired of being angry. 

But I am terrified of what's underneath. 

Underneath is just a girl 

who wants her mom to hold her 

without a reason. 

Underneath is just a daughter 

who wants her dad to say "I'm proud of you" 

and mean it for nothing in return. 

Underneath is just me. 

And I killed her years ago 

so I could become this— 

the rude one. 

The loud one. 

The one who doesn't need anyone.

Liar. Liar. Liar.

I need you so much it makes me sick. 

And that's why I'm so mean. 

That's why I slam the door. 

That's why I say the thing that makes you flinch. 

Because if I don't push you away first— 

if I let you see how small I actually am— 

you might still leave. Still hate me.

And that would kill me.

So I'll keep being rude. 

I'll keep being the daughter who talks back. 

I'll keep setting fires 

and standing in them 

and telling myself I'm not cold.

What a bad daughter I am.

[lovehakie]

i absolutely love this theme!!! nini u gotta stop outdoing urself lmao it js keeps getting better- i think i like it especially more cuz spiders are my all-time fav insects im a sucker for anything to do with them

MY BABY HI! heheh thank you!! no stawp im not outdoing myself or anything >< i actually don’t like spiders bcs they’re everywhere in ma house and i have webs every freaking where but yay! i’m glad u like it!!

[lovehakie]

AYO WHY WAS I NOT TOLD ABOUT THE COOL NEW SPIDER THEME

hehe come disc ill show u what i got so far ><

[yumangel]

pls interact with writers!!

i feel like i’m not the only one who struggles with feeling like that so i felt the need to address it here, because maybe some of you don’t know how much of a difference interactions actually make for us!! of course likes are fun and i think i can speak for all of us when i say that we’re always very thankful for each and every like on our works but at the end of the day, a like is just a tap on the screen.

what truly motivates us are comments, reblogs, even shooting up an ask telling us that you enjoyed our fic. that human interaction is key!! it makes us feel like our work is actually appreciated, like we’re not just speaking into the void without getting anything back. personally i get so overjoyed whenever i see a comment or a reblog with tags talking about the fic or an ask with some nice words about my works because to me it means that what i created actually matters - it strives me to do more and lifts my mood when i’m hesitant about continuing posting.

don’t be shy about expressing your opinion on the fics you read!! we writers don’t bite, quite the opposite - every little bit of feedback we get is motivation, and more motivation equals more amazing fics for you to read. <3

[lovehakie]

finished exams, you know what tha means 😼 #coc is back!! ++ more new stuff! 😛😛😛 get ready for weekly posts omg im so jobless now im gon post sm yall bouta be SICK OF MEEE

[lovehakie]

IM GOOD (ALSO I DID NOTT mwan to unfollow you, my phone hates me 😔😔😔) N E WAYS, I've been rereading the asks I've sent you and you've sent me like a wife reading her soldier husbands letters 😼 I finished all my exams (thank GAWD) and now I have Lab Experience session thingies (I forgot what they're called, placements I think??)

WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN UP TOOO MERI JAAAN

hehe it’s okay! LOL REREADING MY ASKS NO WAY TRUST I’LL SEND U MORE AS SOON AS EXAMS END THIS WEEK HEHE

OMG URE DONE W EXAMS YAYAYAYYAYAY omg i love labs i lwk suck at doing the actual lab but the vibe is too good heheh (don’t ever ask me how my chem labs went i didn’t get a single stoichiometry question right in the 3 yrs i did labs 😬😬😬) but omg! you have fun babe!

i’ve been doing math 😔 i have three exams back to back 💔 i have pure math 3 on wed, pure math 4 on thurs and finally statistics 2 on friday and then i’ll be done w exams and highschool overall omg… i’m done w highschool in three days… that’s so crazy… the concept of me no longer being a lil high schooler…. mind blowing…

ANYWAY! TELL ME ABT HOW UR DAY WAS!! WHAT WERE U UPTO!!!

[lovemartinie]

which one do you guys wanna see first? (names still in progress) blurb/outlines are under the cut!!

what should nini do first?

“idol protection gc” keonho smau

“we broke up 47 times” seonghyeon smau”

“tomorrow, maybe” seonghyeon written fic

“cancelled idol” martin smau

“breaking news: you ruined my life” juhoon smau

“how to lose a fan in 10 days (or weeks)” james smau

Voting ended onMay 22

[lovehyeonie]

hello!! i know i haven’t been as active but i wanted to say that i’ll be moving to a new account to write for cortis! please go follow @lovemartinie !! i’ll be moving the theme and the fics there in the next few hrs! i’m moving because the email i use right now is no longer mine and i can’t reset the email without access to said email!

[haksgirl]

WEDDING BELLS

🎤︎︎ Jaehyun is marrying a good man. Sung Hanbin is a good man. Sungho, her best friend and secret heart, is zipping up her wedding dress. In a decade that forbids their love, all they have left is this one quiet room, a few untouched buttons, and the devastating knowledge that letting go is the only way to keep each other safe.

fem!jaehyun x fem!sungho ──── internalized homophobia, compulsory heterosexuality, closeted queer relationship, unrequited (mutual) love, no happy ending. (wc 1k)

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• for @coriihanniee

The scent of wilting gardenias hung heavy in the bridal suite, a cloying sweetness that did nothing to mask the sharper tang of nerves and hairspray. Park Sungho stood behind her best friend, her hands hovering over the delicate row of satin buttons that ran down the spine of the white wedding dress.

Myung Jaehyun stood motionless before a three-paneled mirror, her reflection fractured into a dozen versions of a bride she never thought she’d become. Her dark hair was swept up, a few deliberate tendrils framing a face that was all sharp, anxious beauty. She was staring at herself, but Sungho knew she wasn't really seeing the lace, the pearls, the future.

"Breathe, Jae," Sungho murmured, her voice a low, steady thing she didn't feel. She took the first button, slipping it through its silk loop. Her knuckles brushed against the warm, bare skin of Jaehyun’s back. It was a touch so familiar it was a second language, and yet today, it burned.

Jaehyun inhaled shakily. "I'm breathing."

"Like a drowning woman," Sungho countered softly, moving to the next button. One. The mirror caught her own gaze— sharp, tired, dressed in a dusty rose chiffon that felt like a costume. The maid of honor. The best friend. The secret keeper.

Two. She thought of all the mornings that led here. Lying on Jaehyun’s twin bed in 1971, a transistor radio humming Carole King's 'Where You Lead I Will Follow', their knees touching. Jaehyun had traced the lines on Sungho’s palm and whispered, "Do you ever think about running away? Just... getting in a car and driving west until the ocean stops us?"

"Every day," Sungho had answered, and she’d meant it. Meant it as a life with Jaehyun in a little cottage by the sea, where no one knew their names and no one cared who they held at night.

Three. She thought of the night last spring. The night everything broke. Jaehyun had come to her apartment, rain-soaked and trembling, not from the cold. Her parents had introduced her to Hanbin, a banker’s son with kind eyes and a safe, solid future. A good match.

"He’s nice," Jaehyun had choked out, her back against Sungho's door. "He's so nice, Sungho. And when he looks at me, all I can think is... he isn't you."

Sungho had crossed the room in two strides. She had cupped Jaehyun’s face, wiping rainwater and tears away with her thumbs. "Then don't do it," she had pleaded, a raw, desperate sound she’d never allowed herself before. "We can go. Tomorrow. West. The ocean. I don't care if we have to sleep in the car."

For one devastating, suspended moment, Jaehyun had leaned in. Their foreheads touched. Their breath mingled— cold rain and hot coffee. Sungho felt Jaehyun’s fingers clutch the fabric of her cardigan, pulling her closer. She tasted the salt on Jaehyun’s lips a second before they even met. It was a kiss that was less a beginning and more an admission of a truth they had been writing in invisible ink for years.

Then Jaehyun had torn herself away. "We can't," she had sobbed, the words scraping her throat raw. "They’ll destroy us, Sungho. Your teaching license. My family. We'd have nothing. We'd be nothing."

"You'd be everything," Sungho had whispered against Jaehyun's lips.

Four. Sungho’s fingers stalled on the next button, right at the small of Jaehyun’s back. The only sounds were the distant clink of champagne glasses from the garden below and the ragged, unsteady rhythm of their shared silence.

"You're thinking too loud," Jaehyun said, her voice barely a thread.

"You're standing too still," Sungho replied. She finished the button and reached for the next, but her hand didn’t move. Instead, she laid her palm flat against the small of Jaehyun’s back, feeling the frantic flutter of a pulse that matched her own. She let herself have this one, final touch. Their last secret.

"Sungho." Jaehyun’s voice cracked on the name.

"I know."

Sungho looked up. In the mirror, their eyes met. Jaehyun’s were glassy, a universe of unsaid things collapsing behind them. Her lower lip trembled, the careful pink lipstick doing nothing to hide the way she was silently, actively falling apart. Sungho saw it all— the apology, the terror, the love so big and so forbidden it had to be disguised as friendship every single day.

And Jaehyun, looking back, saw the same devastation mirrored in Sungho’s unwavering gaze. She saw the girl who held her hair back when she was sick, who defended her against cruel rumors, who knew the exact pressure of her hand in the dark. She saw the life they would never have. The wife Sungho would have been, in a better world.

Sungho finished the last button. The dress was closed and the lie was complete.

"There," she whispered, stepping back. The space between them was now an ocean. "You're ready."

She moved to the vanity and picked up the veil— a cascade of ivory tulle. As she turned, a single tear escaped and traced a hot path down her cheek. She didn't wipe it away. Let it be a witness.

Jaehyun watched her approach, her own tears finally spilling over. She didn't lift a hand to stop them.

Sungho carefully settled the comb into Jaehyun’s updo, arranging the veil so it fell like soft water over her shoulders. Her fingers lingered for a heartbeat on the fine hairs at Jaehyun’s nape.

She leaned in, her lips barely brushing the shell of Jaehyun’s ear. Not a whisper, not a promise. Just an exhalation of everything they couldn't say. I love you. I'm sorry. I miss you.

"Just breathe," Sungho said again. But this time, it wasn't a command. It was a goodbye.

From the hallway, a cheerful knock. "Ten minutes, ladies!" Hanbin’s mother’s voice, bright and unknowing.

Sungho stepped back, her hands falling to her sides. She picked up the small bouquet of white roses and handed it to Jaehyun. Their fingers touched, a spark of static electricity, sharp and brief.

Jaehyun looked at her one last time. A question. A plea. An eternity.

And Sungho, the best friend, the maid of honor, the secret heart of the bride, gave her a smile so beautiful and so utterly broken that it would haunt Jaehyun’s every anniversary, every quiet midnight, every time her husband asked her what she was thinking about.

"After you," Sungho said, and opened the door to the rest of their lives.

taglist: @moesthinking ℘ @taestulipss ℘ @tsanho ℘ @lovehakie

credits: lace and glowing stars by @cursed-carmine

want more scripts? visit the masterlist! want to be a vip?visit the taglist!

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ filmed on 16th may.

[lovehakie]

nini bee how are youuu

i’m okay!!! wbu!!!

[lovehakie]

BUNNY BOY ── HAN TAESAN

🥕 Feeding your bunny boyfriend.

GENRE : fluff PAIRING : bunnyhybrid!taesan x fem!reader CONTAINS : est. relationship, feeding WORD COUNT : 400 NOTES : woke up from a post exam nap delirious with this idea [written 12 may]

The late afternoon sun spilled gold across the living room floor, catching in the soft, cream-colored fur of Taesan's ears. He was curled at one end of the couch, a book open in his lap, but his nose— pink and twitching— gave him away. He wasn't reading. He was listening to you hum in the kitchen.

You appeared in the doorway, a plate of grapes in hand. His ears swiveled toward you instantly, one flattening slightly in that bashful way he did when he was caught paying attention.

"You're staring," he murmured, not looking up from his book.

"You're adorable," you countered, setting the plate on the cushion between you as you settled in beside him. "There's a difference."

He finally lifted his gaze, a slow, deadpan blink that was his version of an eye roll. "I'm a grown man."

"Who thumps his foot when the Wi-Fi goes out."

His cheek twitched. He hated that you noticed everything.

Before he could retort, you leaned over and plucked a single, plump grape, holding it up to his lips. He glanced at it, then at you, a flicker of warmth in his dark eyes.

"I can feed myself," he said flatly.

"I know." You didn't lower your hand.

A beat. Then he sighed— a soft, defeated huff that made his ears droop just a little. He leaned forward and took a delicate bite from your fingers, his nose briefly brushing your knuckles. He chewed, swallowed, and his expression never softened from its usual stoic mask.

Except for the quiet, involuntary crinkle at the bridge of his nose. The one he only got when something was reallygood.

"See?" you whispered, grinning.

He snatched the plate and pulled it onto his own lap, turning a page of his book with pointed focus. But when you snuggled into his side, tucking your head under his chin, he didn't push you away. His arm came around your shoulders, careful and certain, and one of his long ears curved down to rest lightly against your hair— a silent, private touch only you would understand.

"You're still a menace," he muttered into your temple.

"Your menace," you corrected, feeling the slow, steady thump of his heart beneath his hoodie.

His lips brushed the top of your head. He didn't say anything. He didn't have to. The soft, pleased flick of his tail against your leg said it all.

creds: bunny by @issysh3ll, lace by @cursed-carmine, please support by @dollywons ♡

tags: @tsanho ⸝⸝ @pupillary ⸝⸝ @taestulipss ⸝⸝ @leehanaholic ⸝⸝ @beomtomie ⸝⸝ @mwotgata ⸝⸝ @kaixlix ⸝⸝ @haede-shi ⸝⸝ @ivehan ⸝⸝ @angelwings-fly ⸝⸝ @kjunebuggie ⸝⸝ @niiqv ⸝⸝ @haniipie [wanna be tagged in my next fic? comment on the reader registry!!]

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ back to masterlist

[kpop-bbg]