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Right guys sorry about the lack of promised update last night but I had an impromptu trip to the hospital with my toddler and I’ve had 45 minutes sleep total so I am borderline hallucinating from lack of sleep. 🙃🤣
The bedroom eyes are so strong godDAMN
His bedroom eyes that soften after a long day, lonely in the quiet of his one bedroom apartment, with nothing but a frozen dinner and reruns to keep him company. They stare at the ceiling, tired and restless, waiting for sleep that always slips away too fast because his sheets are way too cold.
His bedroom eyes that glaze over when he’s scrolling through his phone, swiping left and right. They drift, lost in the nothingness, until something catches his gaze. A profile with eyes that seem to understand him, someone who shares his hopes, his dreams, his wants. And suddenly, his bedroom eyes light up with a spark of something real, a quiet hope rekindled by your name glowing softly next to a red heart.
His bedroom eyes that turn brighter when he laughs at your jokes, when your presence fills the room and makes everything better. Even after a rough day, he refuses to close his eyes, because he can't stop looking for you, waiting, smiling. His bedroom eyes that deepen when you move closer, hand on his neck, lips on his lips, drawing him in, pulling him closer to where he belongs.
His bedroom eyes that are gentle and open before you, soft with vulnerability, shining with desire. Your bedroom eyes that match his, revealing everything you thought you'd never find, trust, longing, connection, pulling him in and making him feel whole. He closes his eyes slowly, leaving tender butterfly kisses on your cheeks, laying his weight on your hips, finally feeling at home in your warmth.
His bedroom eyes that search for you after a long day of loneliness. They find a leftover home cooked dinner, a dirty, handwritten post-it note on the placemat, things that remind him of what's been waiting for him. He quietly opens the bedroom door and finds you sound asleep, your eyes fluttered shut. And when he cuddles in behind you, your bedroom eyes flinch awake. Then soften, melting into his arms, a quiet moment of belonging, until his bedroom eyes gently close again in deep, peaceful sleep. His sheets aren't cold anymore.
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Stop it or I'll kiss you.
Baby, don’t tease me with a good time. 🙊😚
A MINSUNG PHOTOCARDDDDD?
I MUST HAVE ITTTTTTTT
You good?
Bcos I’m not-
Now I KNOW he’s a fully grown man but that does not stop unhealthy levels of cuteness aggression for that smile on his face.
The second part of APT. will be here tomorrow (Wednesday) guys. I'm massively lacking motivation atm for writing because mental health can be a bitch, but it's my goal for the week lololol.
(Sam I love your bio yesssss)
HAHAHAHAHAHA OMG
I was wondering if/when that would be noticed 🤣
We speak nothing but the truth here. 😏
The bedroom eyes are so strong godDAMN
His bedroom eyes that soften after a long day, lonely in the quiet of his one bedroom apartment, with nothing but a frozen dinner and reruns to keep him company. They stare at the ceiling, tired and restless, waiting for sleep that always slips away too fast because his sheets are way too cold.
His bedroom eyes that glaze over when he’s scrolling through his phone, swiping left and right. They drift, lost in the nothingness, until something catches his gaze. A profile with eyes that seem to understand him, someone who shares his hopes, his dreams, his wants. And suddenly, his bedroom eyes light up with a spark of something real, a quiet hope rekindled by your name glowing softly next to a red heart.
His bedroom eyes that turn brighter when he laughs at your jokes, when your presence fills the room and makes everything better. Even after a rough day, he refuses to close his eyes, because he can't stop looking for you, waiting, smiling. His bedroom eyes that deepen when you move closer, hand on his neck, lips on his lips, drawing him in, pulling him closer to where he belongs.
His bedroom eyes that are gentle and open before you, soft with vulnerability, shining with desire. Your bedroom eyes that match his, revealing everything you thought you'd never find, trust, longing, connection, pulling him in and making him feel whole. He closes his eyes slowly, leaving tender butterfly kisses on your cheeks, laying his weight on your hips, finally feeling at home in your warmth.
His bedroom eyes that search for you after a long day of loneliness. They find a leftover home cooked dinner, a dirty, handwritten post-it note on the placemat, things that remind him of what's been waiting for him. He quietly opens the bedroom door and finds you sound asleep, your eyes fluttered shut. And when he cuddles in behind you, your bedroom eyes flinch awake. Then soften, melting into his arms, a quiet moment of belonging, until his bedroom eyes gently close again in deep, peaceful sleep. His sheets aren't cold anymore.
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THE BLOND STREAKS IN HIS HAIRRRRR
NEW OREO LEE KNOWWWWWW
NOTE TO STYLIST:
Next time put him in just one t-shirt for these poses. 😈
🤍💛🩷
Guys I’ve hit writer’s block for I.N.’s part 2 of APT. Like I know where I want it to end up but it’s GETTING THERE that’s the issue.
In other words, there’ll be a delay in posting that.
HOWEVER, I’ve had two other one-shot ideas pop into my head (that never stay as fckin one-shots AHAHHA) so I’m just gonna muddle through them until I.N. inspiration hits. 😂
In A Cab For One has half of the next chapter done. 🙃 even if I can’t post I.N., I’ll finish and post that in the next couple of days!
Love, ADHD Incarnated a.k.a. Sam xo
WAITTTTT THEY RLLY WERE SPOILING IT ALL ALONG????
OhhhKAY??
Erm… hello everyone. 😳
I LOVE YOU ALL
Thanks in advance to the spider in my kitchen I got the inspiration from: what if y/n goes on a day trip with the boys to some park (or something that involves nature) while having entomophobia (insect phobia). Her boyfriend (I see either Chan (because he knows how to handle insects) or Han (cause he's not keen on insects as well in real life) but take whoever you want) knows about her phobia, the others don't and she wants it to stay this way. But of course it's inevitable to encounter insects when you're outside and even though she tries her best to stay calm the panic rises at some point.
I hope you can work with this; I'm already excited to read what you make out of it
Just planned this one out in my notebook and I am chomping at the bit to get it written now. 🫢
I am absolutely not okay thank you for asking
