loving on repeat

❝ hearts trapped in the same dream, i’m feeling the heartbeat ❞

[milkhyuun]

[9:45 pm]— when your beloved dog, tired and worn from old age, passes away, your final wish for him is to find your late boyfriend johnny in the afterlife so that they could finally play the game of catch that johnny had promised him years ago.

[milkhyuun]

i just opened your carrd and oh my god its so cute

i’m still struggling with carrd and how tf did you come up with something so cute

also, hii my name is sunny <3

ahh hi sunny!! tysm haha ^_^ i actually forgot abt that carrd so it’s not completely finished but im glad u like it :D

for making ur own carrd i recommend ksjcrop on youtube! its not exactly the same style but they make a bunch of carrd tutorials and theyre all super cute!! hope that helps hehe

[milkhyuun]

[11:43 pm]— you still come to wait at the wishing well, a tiny hope still telling you that prince kun might return. you wait there almost an hour each night; sometimes more, on days where you feel more hopeful. kun stopped coming weeks ago, but you had no idea why. so you continued to wait.

each night, you perched your body on the ledge of the well, legs slightly dangling above the ground, and looked for kun’s face in the trees. 

tonight, you twirl a small white primrose between your fingers, the same kind as the primroses you always gave kun at your meetings at the well. with a slight frown, you ponder whether or not kun still had the primroses he had gathered over the months, if maybe he had a vase to keep them in or a journal where he kept the dried blossoms. you look up at the moon, bright and clear in a deep night sky, wondering if it ever got lonely up there. and you wait. even though your hope was dwindling each empty night, you continued to wait. but still, he never comes.

—

on the same night, miles and miles away from the wishing well, prince kun sits in a carriage on its way out of the kingdom. he was on his way to meet his new fiancée, a  princess from a faraway kingdom, that he’d never met and had only heard the name of from the mouths of his parents, the king and queen.

he rests his head against the carriage window and stares longingly out at the same white moon in the same night sky. he wonders if you still wait for him, even after he’d started avoiding you when his parents announced to him his engagement. perhaps it was better for you if you didn't. after all, a love between a prince and a commoner was never meant to last. yet, deep down, kun still foolishly hopes that you'd be there at the wishing well, moonlit and glowing as always, if, when, he came back. 

kun mindlessly strokes the journal in his lap with his thumb. the journal filled with dried primroses and unsent love letters to you that he couldn't bear to leave behind. how much longer will you wait?

[fullsun-dreams]

nct dream as types of kisses

mark lee

quick pecks on the cheek as he leaves the dorm, deep kisses interrupted by giggles as you’re sat on his lap, and sleepy kisses when he’s only just woke up because the first thing he wants to do is feel your lips on his.

huang renjun

softly presses his lips to the inside of your wrist, and often kisses the back of your hand. kisses to your hair as you hug him from behind whilst he works on a new art piece.

lee jeno

pecks your nose to tease you, and just because he loves to see your nose scrunch up. kisses to your breastbone as he lies with his head on your chest, and swift kisses to your temple as he leaves for work.

lee haechan

kisses on your shoulder as he hugs you from behind, long, messy kisses when he’s been away too long because of his schedules and soft pecks to each of your eyelids as you fall asleep next to him.

na jaemin

presses his lips to the corners of your mouth whenever he can, just to feel your lips on his. long, slow kisses full of unadulterated love and small pecks to each of your fingers as he admires their size.

zhong chenle

kisses to the inside of your neck as he rests his head on your shoulder, soft, slow kisses to the mole under your jaw and deep kisses when he comes home.

park jisung

quick kisses to the top of your head when you hug, kisses to your palm in the moments where you find solace in each other’s company. quick forehead kisses when around his members, due to your height

[milkhyuun]

!tw: blood! [4:04 pm]— your favorite flowers were lavenders. and they were jisung’s favorite flowers, too. it was one of the many things the two of you, as best friends, found likeness in.

what you didn’t expect, however, was to find yourself in the school bathroom coughing up bloody lavender petals after witnessing jisung shyly give a bouquet of those delicate purple flowers to his crush after asking them to the dance.

[milkhyuun]

[7:12 pm]— you eagerly await jaehyun’s return from work with a positive test in your hand and an overwhelming feeling of elation brewing in your heart. with so much love waiting to spill from your lips, you wait.

you wait and you wait and you wait.

but jaehyun doesn’t come home that night. or the night after that.

the last time you ever see the love of your life is when he’s in a hospital bed, his heartbeat fading and slow, too far away from life to return.

but it doesn’t hit you. not when the beeping of the heart monitor starts ringing in your ears. not when you’re ripped away from him, your grasp around his limp hand forcibly taken away. not when the doctor tells you that he’s sorry, but he didn’t make it. not when you have to go to his funeral, and his casket is lowered into the ground, as you watch with your hands placed warily on your belly, feeling nothing but ache.

no, it doesn’t hit you. not until you return to an empty idle home. a home waiting for jaehyun, for him to walk through the halls, to stand at the stove cooking dinner, to fall asleep in your arms in the bed, to sing songs while cleaning.

a home waiting for jaehyun to light up and carry you into his arms at the news of a baby.

and you slide down to the floor the moment the door closes behind you, body shaking with sobs. you clutch your belly, feeling and feeling everything at once but wishing you could stop. one single thought echoes in your mind.

what am i ever going to do without you?

[leejenos-archive]

NCT 2020 YEARPARTY

[milkhyuun]

[9:11 pm]— jisung suddenly realizes that the ferris wheel car they’re about to get into is #7, but by then it’s too late to protest because the ride attendant is already ushering them inside.

when he gingerly steps into the car, his eyes immediately direct to the thing he was scared of seeing in the first place. so, even when his girlfriend, whose attention is trained on the city lights outside the window, exclaims, “wow, jisung! look at the view!”, jisung can’t help but stare at the small pair of initials in a heart next to her legs on the seat, carved carefully by you, his first love, on that one night so many years ago.

[milkhyuun]

[1:18 am]— cold, stone-hearted vampire!yuta thinks you’re the prettiest human he’s ever seen. his favorite part about you, he thinks, is your eyes. he likes them best in the nighttime, when they would catch the light of the moon and glimmer like the lake on a particularly starry night.

what he didn’t know, though, was that those eyes would be the last things he’d ever see before your unmerciful stake pierced through his heart. 

before he felt his last breath slip away, yuta thought that, even though that moonlight gleam in your eyes was far more sinister that night, it was still the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

[jungsungchans]

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[pseudophan]

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[chenleyah]

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[milkhyuun]

hi thanks for your cute reblog tags 🥺 happy you enjoyed the mark oneshot 🥺🥺 i love your header btw !!!!

omg no problem!! i love your writing ><

and thank you! <3

[longassride]

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒, 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 ⟼ ex!mark lee x fem reader. angst. tw: alcohol. for his 21st.

[ 3:57 am ] missed call from y/n [ 4:03 am ] missed call from y/n [ 4:11 am ] missed call from y/n

mark never slept with his head on his pillow, he always hugged it. it was a slight bother to him when he woke up empty-handed, his pillow being on the far end of his bed, barely within his reach. it rested overtop his cell phone, muffling the deep, pulsing vibrations. mark’s eyelashes appeared near grey by the lustre of moonlight peering through the blinds behind him. the remnants of his dream lingered eerily in his brain for several winks before he grasped reality, the rain saluting him as it clashed against his window.

the vibrations ceased. mark stretched his arm to grab his phone underneath the pillow. he rubbed his eyes, unsure about validity of the name on his lock screen. he sighed in realization that you had called him, three times. he didn’t know what to make out of it; after all, moments like these weren’t as familiar as they used to be.

he pressed on your contact name to return the call. four rings, and you finally picked up. you whispered a dismayed “hello?” and grew confused by the silence from the other side of the line. you call feebly for your boyfriend’s name. “mark?”

“hi.” mark managed to let out with a raspy tone. he cleared his throat, hoping that the growing lump within would go away. it didn’t. “why’d you call?”

you noticed the hoarseness in mark’s voice. “sorry, were you asleep?” you smiled at the thought of him underneath his white sheets, hugging his pillow. you looked forward to coming back to him in the morning, replacing the pillow with your body. “i just wanted to let you know that i won’t be back until later.”

“what?”

“when i get home you better be sleeping! don’t wait for me, okay?”

“oh, um,”

“and can you leave the keys under your mat? i forgot mine again.”

mark shook his head in disbelief. “sure…”

“oh, and, you don’t have to pick me up or get an uber, i can get jeno to drive me back.”

“right, jeno,” hearing the name reminded mark of memories he thought he had bagged up and neglected. he closed his eyes in bitterness. “are you drinking?” he asked.

“mhm.”

“of course,” he muttered, in an aside. “what’s the occasion?”

“it’s…” you thought about mark’s question for a few seconds, not entirely sure why you were out, bleary eyed, drinking so late. the intoxicants in your system had you uninhibited, numb, and senseless. you briefly took your phone away from the side of your head, and looked at the home screen. 4:15 am, august 3rd. “it was your birthday yesterday.”

“yeah, it was. i’m surprised you haven’t forgotten.” but how could you have forgotten? weird, for mark to have said that. he had just spent his 21st birthday with his friends, thankfully without a single recollection of you. but mark was always one to give gratitude too early. it was a surprise that you had called, and it was wearing his patience thin. despite it all, he still cared about you. “where are you?”

“the bar.”

“with who?”

“just me,” you partook in another shot. “why aren’t you here with me?” you asked, almost accusatory. mark scoffed at the sound of your gulp, the clash of the shot glass against the table you sat by, and by your reproving tone.

“i don’t believe i got an invitation, y/n.”

“why are you calling me by my first name, babe?”

“mark. it’s mark, okay? don’t call me that.” he shook his head. “you and i haven’t called each other anything other than our first names since last year. we haven’t called at all, actually.”

you stared at the ticking clock, counting each second. you hated the way a mere five seconds felt like an eternity, and you hated the way august 2nd reminded you too much of your ex-boyfriend. it finally occured to you why you were alone at the bar; you ached so bad to forget about him, to forget about your last mistake which would cause mark to call quits on your relationship. jeno wasn’t to blame, and mark definitely wasn’t, either. responsibility was placed on you, and only you. guilt devours like a man on death row.

you were too intoxicated to feel embarassed. the best you could do with a cloudy judgement was come up with an excuse for interrupting his sleep. you were always one to make excuses, tipsy or not. besides, that’s all you ever did, even when mark found out. “sorry, i shouldn’t have called. i think i might be drunk.”

“yeah, i think you might be.“

“hey, mark?”

“hm?”

“i think… i still really, really…”

mark waited for you to complete your sentence. he had an idea of what you were going to say; he’s watched enough movies, animes and dramas to assume what comes next. but five seconds really felt too close to an eternity. “i’m gonna go back to sleep, okay y/n?”

the only difference between the television and reality was simple. this was real life, and the end of the sentence never comes. “good night.”

“…love you, mark.” you blurted. the sound of beeps echoed in your ears. even though you innately begged yourself not to worry, you still did. you wanted to believe so badly that he heard you, that he’ll call you back.

mark wished he would have finished your sentence for you. he wished he would have just admitted that he misses you, craves you, and loves you pitifully each day. he wondered why he didn’t say it, and what would have happened if he had. would you both still be on call? would he be running out of his room to see you? to get you in his car, bring you home, and give you another chance? he beat himself up for it, harder than the rain crashing against the glass panes behind him. but he promised himself the night you broke his heart that he would never admit it to anyone, not even to himself.

[milkhyuun]

[1:40 am]— you smile at donghyuck snoring quietly beside you, head pressed against the desk, thirty minutes after he had insisted he would stay up with you until you finished your assignments so you two could go to bed together.

[zhongriot-deactivated20220315]

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[hyucksong]

tagged by: @haechaaaaaaanssi <3

because I dont think i could choose a bias even if I wanted to

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[milkhyuun]

tagged by: @hyucksong​ !

tagging: @mintyuser @cupofjae​ + anyone else!

[radianthyuck]

𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁.

𝘯𝘤𝘵 𝘬𝘶𝘯 | 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘷

𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘶𝘯

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦

——————–

dear kun,

i hate you.

i hate your laugh, it’s too contagious.

i hate your eyes, they’re too kind.

i hate your smile and the way your dimples appear when you do. it makes my heart race.

i hate your hands. why are they not intertwined with mine?

i hate your voice because then, i’d let you sing me to sleep. and oh how i long for you to play with my hair as i lay on your chest, your voice the last thing i hear before i drift off sleeping.

and most of all, i hate that all the things i mentioned above are the things that make me LOVE (yes, in big, bold letters to emphasize my feelings) you.

so as you can tell by now, i don’t hate you. i would add more, but if i do, i’m afraid i’ll be up all night. then the next day, you’d ask me how much sleep i got, because by then, you’d figure out i didn’t get enough sleep.

you know me so well. but not well enough to know how much i love you.

yours truly, y/n

your best friend whose heartbeat silently races when around you