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[lycxee]

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[lycxee]

Hey guys sorry for being away for so long

Im not sure if many of you have noticed but I have been stepping away from kpop and it’s content in general. I’ve always just been constantly disappointed with like everything thats been going on in the kpop industry and I don’t really wanna associate with that anymore

This also means that I might potentially be abandoning this account which probably wont mean much to you guys considering that I only have one fic posted anyways LOL

I do have lots of drafts and unfinished work but I dont even know if ill ever finish or post them. Maybe when I get my motivation back I will but for now, dont have too much hope

Aside from kpop, I also haven’t been doing great mentally and aside from tumblr, I am taking a break from social media. Im not sure what for right now or if this is even gonna help at all but its just an attempt to heal i guess

I just wanted to post this because I didn’t want to leave you guys hanging or wondering where I’ve been. Im also very sorry to those who’ve sent me requests, trust me I have started them and some of them are finished (not proof read) and I don’t like giving half assed work so I will post them when i’m ready

Thank u so much for the love on my james fic, and for the kind people i’ve talked to on this platform

[lycxee]

what am i supposed to do with my zb1 gunwook series when zerobaseone disbands 💔💔

[lycxee]

Thank you so much for the love on my last post im very grateful for all the likes, reblogs, and comments under it 🫶🫶

unfortunately i am going on vacation for the winter break and i might not be able to post,

trust me, i see all your requests and ive started writing a lot of them already but if im not able to finish them while im on vacation then my writing will resume after i come back !!

(so mini hiatus sorry guys 🥀🥀) LOVE U ALLLL

[lycxee]

I thought you didn't want me anymore

Idol!James x non idol!reader

-> Hurt w/ comfort

-> Angst, miscommunication, emotional distress, relationship insecurity, crying, overwork and exhaustion

-> Word Count: 2.2k

-> Request: "Heyyy can you write a James or Martin angst/comfort plssss 💗💗💗"

The change in behavior was small at first. So small he could barely catch it. He was too busy to overthink about it, and too stressed to add it to his list of worries. 

James went straight to your apartment after hours and hours of practice like he always does. Hair damp, eyes heavy, and limbs aching, but that never stopped him from visiting you at the end of the day.

He softly knocks on the door, fully exhausted but still excited to see you nonetheless. Usually you would open the door right away, like you were expecting him, but this time you seemed hesitant. He could hear the slight shuffling on the other side of the door before it stops, then footsteps heading towards the door before it opens to the sight of you.

You smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. You take a few steps back, creating an unusual distance between the two of you. You don’t hug him like you usually do, mentioning that you’re tired. He must be tired too.

James' expression falters for a split second before he laughs it off. “I missed you.” he says. You don't say anything back, maybe you didn’t hear him. Weird. You sat back down on the couch, busying yourself with whatever you were watching before. He tries to read you but every time he does, you would look away before he even got the chance to. 

He tells himself that you’re just stressed. Nothing else. He doesn’t want to overthink it. 

Heavy silence and tension filled the air. He hated it. It has never been like this with the both of you before, but lately it’s become something he forced himself to get used to. Distance.

“..I'm just gonna freshen up, okay? I’ll be back.” He says, softer than he intended it to be, followed by a slight nod of acknowledgement from you, not even looking his way once. 

You let out a breath you didn’t even notice you were holding when you heard the bathroom door shut. 

For a moment, you stare at the closed door, looking at the soft light peeking underneath it, listening to the faint sound of running water. He’s exhausted. You know he is. You can tell from the way his shoulders slumped, the way his feet dragged when he walked, he can barely even keep his eyes open. 

Yet here he is, still in your apartment. Still pushing himself to smile at you, using the last bit of strength he has left to talk to you when all you have given him is dry responses. You really didn’t want to be another burden he has to carry on top of crazy schedules and what feels like endless practice. 

Your heart aches. You pull your knees up to your chest, hugging them close and turning your eyes back at the TV in front of you, but you don’t register anything from it. All you can think about is how wrong everything felt. From when you opened the door, stepped back a little further than you should have, and constantly avoided his eyes. You didn’t mean to — it just happened — and the guilt eats you alive.

It should be better this way. You insist. I shouldn’t be clinging onto him and draining the little energy he has left in his body. You shut your eyes and leaned back to rest your head onto the sofa. None of this meant that you missed him any less. You just didn’t want him to feel obligated to show up at your apartment everyday, but how do you tell him that without seeming ungrateful? Without making things worse? 

You hear the shower stop running and you swear your heart stops. You quickly straighten your posture and gather yourself like nothing's wrong. Like you weren’t just spiraling a few minutes ago and rehearsing stupid excuses in your head. 

The door clicks open and you lock your eyes onto the screen in front of you even though you have no idea what’s going on anymore. 

“I think.. I’m just gonna head back. Get some rest, okay? You seem tired and I don’t want to keep you up too late.” Your head snapped towards James, caught off guard, not thinking he’d leave this fast. He heads to the front door with his backpack already slung on his shoulder before turning to put his shoes on. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asks unsure. “Goodnight, I love you.” You hear the front door open. You manage to mutter out a “..Love you too.” before hearing him close the door shut.

You’re now left in the silence of your own apartment as soon as the door clicks shut. 

He left early. He never leaves early. At least not without him pulling you into a tight hug, or kissing you a goodbye followed by some corny joke about how he could just lay in bed with you forever. 

He didn’t even stay for that long. Maybe he changed his mind and noticed you were being distant. It wasn’t the same anymore.

Though lately, nothing has felt the same. You’ve fallen out of the unspoken routine that was created between the both of you.

And it didn’t start that night. It didn’t even start this week. It began the day you noticed how drained he looked after practice everyday, the way his voice became slightly more raspy than usual, and how he struggled to even hold a smile for more than five seconds. But instead of telling him to rest, you panicked, convinced that you were somehow another reason why he was tired. 

So you made yourself smaller, you hid away becoming quieter, hoping you’d be easier to handle. This may have been a stubborn move on your end but you convinced yourself that you were doing this for him. 

James on the other hand felt it instantly. The hesitation, the distance, the different ways you’ve been pulling back. The dryer messages, shorter hugs, and eyes that don’t linger on him anymore. 

He’s been trying to pretend that none of this is bothering him but it’s been the only thing haunting his mind ever since the day he noticed you pulling away. He tried giving you space. Tried thinking of things that he did wrong. Was he not giving you enough love and attention? Did you realize that you didn’t want to date an idol anymore? All these questions lingered in his head because from his perspective, you’re slipping away but from your perspective, it feels like you’re protecting him. 

Two people hurting from many unspoken words that none of you dared to say out loud. 

Your apartment feels colder without him. He stopped visiting. Or at least you told him to stop visiting, so he gave you space. 

You haven’t heard from him at all today. 

No “good morning” text, no “I just finished practice” update from him, nothing. You try not to overthink it. You tell yourself that he’s just busy, overwhelmed, stressed, tired. You tell yourself a thousand excuses that’ll maybe be enough to cover up the real reason: you broke something you didn’t mean to break.

By the time evening rolls around, you’re curled up on the couch trying to distract yourself from whatever the heck is going on right now, when you hear the familiar digits of his code being punched into your door. 

Your body freezes and your heart stops. He hasn’t come over to your apartment unannounced in forever.

The door opens as you turn your head to see James step inside. He looks like he hasn’t gotten much sleep. Faint dark circles under his eyes, jaw tense, and hair slightly damp from a rushed shower he probably took before coming here. He doesn’t greet you. He doesn’t kiss your forehead or dramatically flop down on the couch beside you like he used to. He hasn’t for a while anyway. 

He just stands there. Quiet, tired, and frustrated from holding back for weeks. 

“Can we talk?” He asks, voice low but barely steady. 

Slowly you nod, sitting up straighter and avoiding eye contact.

He walks over, but he doesn’t sit next to you. Instead, he drops down onto the armchair across from where you are, elbows resting on his knees and hands clasped tightly like it’s the only thing holding him together.

He lets out a shaky breath, voice wavering. “What’s going on? What happened to us..”

You lift your head, eyes finally reaching his. But you stay silent. 

“I'm serious.” He looks down at the coffee table in front of him. “You’ve been so distant lately. You rarely text back, you rarely even look at me. You became more hidden, more quiet.”

A deep sigh escapes his lips. “I kept thinking it was something that I did,” he says softly. “And I tried giving you space. I waited and waited for you to talk to me but I just–” He swallows down the lump in his throat. “I just can’t pretend that everything's okay anymore. Not when it feels like I’m losing you without knowing why.”

Your hands tremble, and he notices. He always notices.

“Did I do something?” He asks a little quieter, almost afraid of your answer. “Because if I did, please tell me.. I’ll fix it. I swear I will.”

He forces himself to look at you. Your eyes water, but hold back tears thinking you don’t deserve to cry. That’s what breaks him the most. “Please.” he whispers, “Please talk to me..”

Your throat tightens at the sight in front of you. “James.” Your voice comes out shaky, betraying you. You shake your head. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

He exhales. Not in relief. If anything, it was in frustration.

“Then tell me what’s going on. Help me understand.” He says gently. “Because..– It feels like you don’t want me here anymore.”

His words hit you straight in the chest. You look up at him, your vision blurry. “I thought I was making things harder for you.”

“What?” His brows furrow.

“You’re always exhausted,” you continue, “Constant practice, schedules, award shows, everything. Yet you still come here. Every night, even when you can barely keep your eyes opened. I started to feel like I was just.. Another responsibility. Something to check off on your list everyday.” You let out a shaky laugh but nothing was funny. “So I thought that if I distanced myself a little, if I stopped clinging to you, maybe things would be easier for you.”

Silence fills the room. James listens, taking in every single word from you. 

“You never told me you were tired of coming over, but I could always see it in your eyes.” You whisper, “And I didn’t want to be the reason why you were pushing yourself so hard.”

Your chest tightens, tears finally spilling. “I tried protecting you. Even if it was for the cost of hurting myself a little.” 

James stands up from the couch, walking over to you in two steps and dropping down in front of you, kneeling so he’s at eye level with you. Hands resting on your knees like he’s asking for permission to be at your side.

“Hey.” He says softly, “Look at me..”

You do, and his heart shatters. Your eyes red and puffy from spilling nonstop tears.

“Do you have any idea how much it hurt me to think that you regretted us? I thought that I wasn’t enough for you.” 

Your breath wavers. “James, no–”

“I choose to come here.” His voice is firm but gentle. “Not because it feels like something I need to do, but because it’s something I want to do. Even when I’m tired. Especially when I’m tired. Because this,” He gestures between the two of you, “this is the part of the day that feels like mine. Something I look forward to at the end of the day.” 

Your shoulders shake and your heart feels heavy. “You are not a burden to me.” He continues, a lot more softer now. “You’re never something I have to manage. You’re the reason why I get through most of my real tasks and responsibilities.”

He sits up next to you and pulls you to his chest, slow and careful, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear again if he moves too fast. And the moment his arms wrap around you, your tears come faster, more free, and no longer held back. You cling onto him, your sobs muffled by his hoodie and your fingers tightening around the fabric like it’s the only thing that's grounding you.

“I thought you didn’t want me anymore,” He whispers into your hair, holding you tighter. His tears finally spilling and rolling down his cheek. “You should have told me..”

“I know,” you whisper back. “I’m sorry.”

He presses a kiss on the top of your head. “We’re allowed to be tired, okay?” he says. “We’re just not allowed to shut each other out.”

And he doesn’t let go. Not when your breathing finally calms down. Not even when the world feels a little less heavy. And for the first time in a while, the ache in your chest softens.

an: I did not realize how much I use commas until I proofread this LMAOO

[lycxee]

do u write smut?

Im not uncomfortable with writing it but I lowkey don’t know how to.. Like Ive never written smut before so ill take the request and try it out but if it doesn’t turn out good then imma just scrap it 😭

feel free to send ur ideas tho !!

[lycxee]

HI GUYS thank you so much for sending in requests, I genuinely did not think people would find my masterlists as soon as i posted them icl..

Ik i say this a lot but PLEASE be patient with me and my posting schedule (if i even have one..) especially with this semester coming to an end soon, I’ve been super SUPER busy and school will always be my number 1 priority (i still love u guys tho 🫶), so im so sorry if i dont post your request right away. please bare with me, i just feel really bad LMAO 😭

anyways sorry for the rant YUPP

[lycxee]

StrayKids Masterlist

⋅˚₊‧ ୨ All we need is love, dreams, and StrayKids ୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

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Enhypen Masterlist

✩₊˚.⋆ Just the two of us, getting deeper into moonstruck. Oh you make me go crazy over you, baby. ☾⋆⁺₊✧

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Cortis Masterlist

♬⋆.˚ Life's too fast, why hold back? That's enough✶⋆.˚

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James

I thought you didn't want me anymore -> Angst/Hurt with Comfort

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P1Harmony Masterlist

✧˖°. Who's that? It's me, DUH ⋆⭒˚.⋆

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[lycxee]

THANK YOU FOR VOTING GUYS !!

I’ll try to find the time to be able to write but school has been killing me lately so it might take a while. Feel free to send in requests and i’ll add it to my list ! (and maybe it’ll also give me motivation 😭)

I do have some fics cooking up rn but I have no idea when ill be able to finish them. One of them is a series and I already have some parts done but I didn’t wanna upload them and then leave you guys on a cliff hanger for like half a year 🥀🥀

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What type of POVs do you guys like/prefer?

First Person POV

—> using words like: “I” and “we”

Second Person POV

—> using words like: “you”

Third Person POV

—> using words like: “he”, “she”, and “they”

(If you chose third person, would you prefer Y/N or an OC with their own personality and character?)

POV

First Person

Second Person

Third Person (specify)

Voting ended onNov 23, 2025

[lycxee]

Guys I've just pulled such a big brain original move.

What if I start writing kpop fics right... STAY WITH ME. But what if all those fics are based off a SONG. YEAH?? Like for example:

Theo (P1harmony) x Reader, Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez, Fluff

Then that fic would be based on what the song is about and the story its tryna tell.. DO YOU GUYS GET WHAT I MEAN...

(maybe this is just me not knowing how to pull fic ideas out of my ass but I lowkey think its a good idea icl 😭 If you guys want, you can send song requests and ill try doing them !! Ill try starting with one and if its a good idea then ill keep going)