welcome to my blog !! i write for bnd and most boy groups, i currently don't take requests, i'm a slow updater, and i'm a massive fish-leehan enthusiast ><
first of all, thanks to everyone who participated and made this anni so fun for me, as well as for each other. i really hope it was an enjoyable game!!!
the final round was an intense battle between the many many (3) taesans and our favourite introvert riwoo, but one man has come out on top!
AND THE CROWN BELONGS TO... [DRUMROLL].....
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RIVAL! TAESAN X F! READER DARK ACADEMIA MURDER MYSTERY!!!
CONGRATS TO THE KING!!!
the fic will be very likely a long one, given the mystery part of the plot and my inability to condense my thoughts. current placeholder title for the fic is helter skelter (which is a beatles song!) or a numbers game (relevant to plot maybe we shall see).
thank you again everyone for playing! im sorry to say that the rest of the requests will be now deleted and very likely won't be written. i have leehan's hogwarts fic (quill you be mine?) and this fic left before i can cross out my list for the year.
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SO! i know what i said, that one final winner will be decided from votes, however.... i lied 😁😁😁
for fairness, and due to the nature of the genre, taesan's murder mystery fic -requested by kathy @dat-town - will be a longfic and more detailed,, BUT the rest of the ideas will also be written! they are now officially added to my coming soon post (you can guess which request is which from the title), and the synopsis and details will also be added in due time. i really love how everyone was so passionate for these stories so it would be a shame to throw them away forever...
these will be written as drabble fics/scenes (approx 2-5k) but knowing me, there is no guarantee that they may not grow into longer stories lolll. so yes! we are getting introvert riwoo, soccer capn jaehyun, gfz love triangle, howlsan, arielhan and everything else too! this will be my official (but unspecified) schedule for the year. you can also come by to tell me your favourite scenes so i can choose one that suits my style as well, if you so wish to! :))))
please do have patience though bcs im still chipping away at very ambitious and long works on my ao3 alongside this haha.
if you'd like a recap of all wacky journey we've been on through this event, including the amazing howlsan vs arielsan art that aylin @starriniqhts has done, you can go to this link and scroll down!
THANK YOU AGAIN! I love you alllll (pls don't hate me too much for toying with your feelings hehe......hopefully this was a rollercoaster ride you enjoyed as much as i did 🥰🥰🥰
apologies on the delays with part 1 of legendary lovers💔 there have been some technical issues where I realised some things in the storyline didn’t make sense sigh… but I will keep you guys posted!!!
hana hana my lit student friend, dumb grammar question that I for some reason needed to come to your inbox to ask (no need to answer if u don't want to ofc!) but
a. how do you quote a saying in a sentence (i.e. is it single or double quotes—and where does the comma go?) and b. can the phrase 'takes it to heart' mean to take something literally, and not just take something offensively/gets hurt by it?
ROSYPOSYY I’m so honoured you came to me for help eee!! of course I’ll answer your questions!! (and also NO grammar questions are dumb 🫶) disclaimer tho, I am british so im gonna go by british grammar rules (but there isn’t much difference I don’t think)
a. to quote a saying in a sentence you would typically use single quotation marks, as double would mostly be used for speech :) and if a character is quoting a saying within speech, you would still use single quotation marks.
e.g. leehan told me that Corydoras’ are a ‘genus of small, peaceful freshwater fish’ last week.
e.g. within speech - “leehan told me that Corydoras’ are a ‘genus of small, peaceful freshwater fish’ last week.”
the comma depends on the type of sentence you’re trying to build! if you mean coming after the saying, it would come after the closing quotation mark.
e.g. leehan told me that Corydoras’ are a ‘genus of small, peaceful freshwater’, or so he says.
also I’m not exactly sure if, when you say a ‘saying in a sentence’, (oh look I just used it there lol!!) you mean within a character’s speech or just as a normal sentence… if what I just told you is not what you meant or isn’t helpful lemme know and I can explain again!!
b. not taking something to heart means making light of it and not exactly caring!! but taking something to heart means taking it personally and therefore taking offence :)) i.e. if someone says “don’t take it to heart”, they don’t want you to take let it get to you too much, and vice versa. so it isn’t very much about taking something exactly literally, but in some cases it can depending on the context 🤞
I HOPE TJIS ALL MADE SENSE and I wasn’t waffling too much but pleaseee feel free to come to me again if you need help with anything at all!!! my inbox is always open for you rosy😽😽
also yes I did search up corydoras on google just to use a fact for my example😅
ROSYPOSYYY I’ve been kinda quiet throughout your anniversary game WHICH IS SO FUN AND TRUST I AM INHALING EVERYONES CAMPAIGNS AND SHI ITS SO ENTERTAINING but omg I lowkey had a vague idea for academic rivals!taesan…
BASICALLY idk if you’ve read “the secret history” by donna tartt but it’s one of my favourite books ever and i am SUCH a Classics nerd cause i took it in college and it was my favourite subject (i finished school a month ago and i can’t believe I’m saying I’m an ex-classics student🥲). ANYWAY so I thought it would be so cool if there were those kinda themes in the fic? I wanna keep it vague here so that you can incorporate your own ideas into it but I would love if the dark themes were kind of like classic literature, dark academia, lit fireplace in the common room, library sessions at night kinda vibes (THESE ARENT EXACTLY WHAT I WANNA SEE BTW ITS JUST THE VIBES SO DONT FEEL PRESSURED TO INCLUDE IT!!🫶)
But obviously this is just a thought and totally up to you and if you haven’t read the secret history and don’t even exactly want these kinda vibes for the fic then that’s ABSOLUTE OKAYY or even if you have read something similar and do — but either way it is totally your choice!!
I’m so looking forward to seeing what else comes out of your beautiful brain for this game rosy EE YOURE SO COOL AND AWESOME ILY
P.S. if you haven’t read “the secret history” by donna tartt then this is totally me recommending it to you cause it is so freaking good and heavy on the dark academia vibes and it is also quite morbid which I LUV
HANA DUL SET!!! hehe I'm glad you're enjoying it, I love how everyone's so engaged with it and has popcorn out and everything before the results come out lolllll it's so cute and lovely 🥰
first of all-omg! congrats on graduating, I don't think I said this earlier!!! I actually have started the secret history but never finished it 😅 (but I know the plot somewhat!). The book I have read and enjoyed however was if we were villains which is set in a Shakespeare conservatory and has posh pretentious students and involves a murder plot like in TSH. I loved it so much when I read it! so definitely, if taesan wins, you can expect all those classic dark academia vibes from me!
and YOU are cool and awesome and smart whattttt, a whole classics grad in my inbox, I'm flattered and honoured beyond!!
p.s. kathy @dat-town who requested this made a gorgeous moodboard for this which I forgot to share omg
➵ pairing: slytherin!maki x hufflepuff!female!reader
➵ synopsis: maki and y/n have been at odds with each other since the day y/n whacked maki over the head with her textbook in first year Herbology. he had vowed to make her life miserable ever since, and six years later, not much had changed - still in Professor Sprout's Herbology class, they are paired together for a research project. a research project which would have been fine - if they didn't hate each other's guts.
➵ details: slow updates, enemies to lovers, non-idol au, hogwarts au, female reader, maki is annoying asf, reader has a temper despite being the sweetest ever (maki's fault), slight nichojoo if you squint, nichomaki being the terrible twos.
➵ a/n: HI GUYS !! welcome to my official nemoihan comeback - a maki x reader mini-series !!! i'm so excited to share what i have planned with you guys for this series and it feels so good to be writing again after so long >< ily guys so much and i hope you enjoy <3
CHARACTERS
hufflepuff gang - y/n + jo + taki
slytherin gang - maki + nicho + yuma + ej + harua
professors - professor yudai (head of slytherin), professor murata (head of hufflepuff)
CHAPTERS (tba)
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5
series taglist: @lze325 @ii-larb-you @starf4lls @ariasoutthebag @kikiamzzn @saranghoeforanton @magicalsparklyfish @starl0stt @moontmoochi @rawrxnne @moabddy | comment/dm to be added ♡
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ─── juhoon who was never good at telling his emotions started crying infront of you after a heated argument between you two
★ bf ! juhoon × fem!reader
word count ── 3.2k
˖᯽ ݁˖ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 coco speaking here! JUHOON GOTTA BE THE PRETTIEST CRIER IVE EVER SEEN LIKE WHY IS HE JUST SO PRETTY ALL THE DAMN TIME 😓😓😓 UGH MY AEGI HES SO PRECIOUS TO ME 𖧧 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
The fight began the way most disastrous arguments do—not with screaming or shattered glass, but with something deceptively insignificant.
A forgotten text, a delayed response, a sigh delivered with the wrong tone. By midnight, however, the tiny fracture had widened into something jagged and catastrophic.
Rain tapped relentlessly against the apartment windows while the city beyond the glass dissolved into blurred streaks of gold and gray. The kitchen lights remained dim, casting amber shadows across the marble counters and illuminating the tension suspended thickly between the two of you.
You stood near the island with your arms wrapped tightly around yourself, nails digging crescents into your sleeves as though physically holding yourself together.
Across from you, Juhoon leaned against the counter in suffocating silence.
That silence again. That unbearable, impenetrable quietness that made every disagreement feel one-sided, like throwing your emotions against a locked door and hearing nothing echo back.
His expression was composed in the infuriating way it always was—controlled, restrained, unreadable. Even now, during an argument that had your chest aching so violently you could barely breathe, he looked devastatingly calm.
You hated that, not because he was cruel, but because you could never tell if he cared as much as you did.
“You could at least look at me while I’m talking,” you said at last, your voice strained from holding too much emotion for too long.
His gaze flickered upward briefly before drifting away again. “I’m listening.”
“That’s the problem,” you replied bitterly. “You’re always listening. Never talking.”
His jaw flexed, a subtle reaction most people would miss.
You didn’t. You noticed everything about him because you had spent months teaching yourself how to love someone who communicated through fragments instead of sentences.
The way his fingers curled meant irritation. The slight tension in his shoulders meant discomfort. The silence meant he was overwhelmed.
Except tonight you were exhausted from deciphering him. “You always do this,” you continued, voice trembling despite your efforts to steady it. “Every single time we argue, you shut down and leave me to figure everything out on my own.”
“I’m not shutting down.”
“You haven’t said more than five words to me in ten minutes.”
He exhaled slowly through his nose, already looking fatigued by the conversation. “You know I’m not good at this.”
A humorless laugh escaped you. “At what? Communicating? Having emotions?”
“That’s not fair.”
“No?” Your eyes burned. “Then tell me what is fair, Juhoon. Because I spend half this relationship wondering whether you actually want me here.”
That finally made him look at you directly, and the hurt in his eyes was immediate. But instead of softening you, it only made the frustration twisting through your ribs intensify. “You know that’s not true.”
“How would I know?” you shot back. “You never tell me anything.”
His patience began to fracture. You could hear it in the clipped cadence of his breathing. “I show you.”
“You show me in ways I have to analyze like I’m decoding some impossible language,” you said, voice rising. “Do you know how exhausting that is?”
He pushed away from the counter then, agitation radiating from him in restrained waves. “And do you know how exhausting it is feeling like nothing I do is enough for you?”
The words struck harder than expected. You blinked. “I never said that.”
“You don’t have to.” His tone sharpened. For the first time that night, genuine anger seeped through his carefully maintained composure.
“It’s always the same conversation,” he continued. “You keep asking for more and more and more from me like I’m failing some test I didn’t even know I was taking.”
“That’s not what this is!”
“Then what is it?” he snapped suddenly. “Because apparently loving you quietly isn’t enough. Remembering everything about you isn’t enough. Being there whenever you need me isn’t enough because I don’t say pretty things every five seconds.”
The accusation stole the air from your lungs. “I never asked for perfect words,” you whispered.
“Could’ve fooled me.” The cruelty in his voice was subtle, not loud nor explosive. Which somehow made it worse.
Your throat tightened painfully. “I just want reassurance sometimes.”
“And I’m telling you I’m trying.”
“You barely talk to me when something’s wrong!”
“Because every time I do,” he said sharply, “it turns into this.”
Silence crashed between you again, only this time it felt vicious. Your heartbeat thudded painfully against your ribs. “You know what hurts the most?” you asked quietly. “I feel lonely even when I’m standing right beside you.”
Something cold flickered across his face then. Exhaustion, the kind born from feeling perpetually misunderstood. “And you know what I’m tired of?” he replied. “Feeling like I have to become someone else just to keep you satisfied.”
Your lips parted. “That’s not—”
“No, listen,” he interrupted, voice rougher now. “I can’t love the way you want every second of every day. I’m not overly emotional. I’m not good with words. And honestly?” His eyes hardened slightly. “Maybe if you stopped needing constant validation, we wouldn’t keep ending up here.”
The sentence landed like a blade driven straight between your ribs. The room went completely still. Juhoon seemed to realize it immediately.
You saw the regret flash across his features the second the words left his mouth. But it was too late, because suddenly every insecurity you had buried deep inside yourself came clawing violently to the surface.
Too clingy, too emotional, too much. Your face went blank in the terrifying way heartbreak sometimes empties a person instead of making them cry. “Wow,” you whispered.
“Baby, I didn’t mean—”
“No.” Your voice sounded distant even to yourself. “You meant it.”
His expression crumpled slightly. “I was angry.”
“That doesn’t make it less true.”
“It’s not true.”
But now you couldn’t stop hearing it. Maybe if you stopped needing constant validation. The sentence echoed viciously through your head.
You swallowed hard, suddenly unable to bear the sight of him. Without another word, you turned and grabbed your jacket from the back of the chair.
Juhoon straightened immediately. “Where are you going?”
“I need to leave for a while.”
“It’s raining.”
“I don’t care.”
He stepped forward then, panic finally overtaking the frustration on his face. “Don’t do this.”
You laughed softly, but the sound was hollow. “Do what? Leave before I embarrass myself by begging someone to love me correctly?”
His face paled. “That’s not what I said.”
“It’s what you meant.”
“I was frustrated—”
“And I was hurt.”
Your voice cracked at last. Raw devastation bleeding through the numbness settling over you. “You know what the worst part is?” you whispered, eyes glossy now. “I defended your silence for so long. To everyone. I kept telling myself you loved differently, that you cared in ways people couldn’t see.”
Juhoon looked like he physically couldn’t breathe.
“But tonight,” you continued shakily, “you made me feel stupid for wanting reassurance from the person I love.”
The apartment fell deathly silent. Rain battered the windows harder. His eyes glistened with immediate remorse “Please don’t leave angry.”
You stared at him for a long moment. At the boy you loved so desperately it frightened you. The boy whose quiet tenderness had once felt safe. Now it only felt unreachable. “I think if I stay right now,” you said softly, “I’ll say something unforgivable.”
Then you walked toward the door.
“Baby—”
But this time, when he said it, you didn’t stop, and the sound of the door closing behind you felt far too much like something breaking forever.
The night had become glacial by the time you finally wandered back toward the apartment. Hours had passed in a blur of rain-slick sidewalks, blurred streetlights, and thoughts so tangled they felt impossible to unravel.
The city was nearly silent now, stripped of its usual vibrancy, leaving only the distant hum of traffic and the occasional rush of cold wind biting against your skin.
Your fingers were numb inside your jacket pockets. Your chest hurt worse. The argument replayed relentlessly in your mind no matter how hard you tried to outrun it.
Maybe if you stopped needing constant validation.
The sentence echoed like a bruise pressed over and over again. Part of you understood he hadn’t meant it the way it sounded. You knew Juhoon better than anyone. You knew frustration twisted his words sharp sometimes, especially when emotions overwhelmed him.
But another part of you, the quieter, more fragile part—couldn’t stop wondering if there had been truth hidden beneath the cruelty.
Maybe you were too much. Too emotional, too needy, too difficult to love properly.
The thought hollowed something inside you, and somehow, despite all of it, despite the hurt still lodged painfully beneath your ribs—You missed him desperately, pathetically.
It had only been a few hours, yet every second away from him had felt profoundly wrong, as though some invisible thread tethered between your hearts had stretched too far without snapping completely.
By the time you reached the apartment building, exhaustion clung heavily to your bones. Your phone read 2:07 AM.
The hallway outside your apartment was eerily quiet. Even the usual flickering overhead light seemed dimmer tonight.
You stood outside the door for several seconds, staring blankly at the handle while anxiety twisted violently in your stomach. What if he was still angry? What if he regretted everything? What if—
You swallowed hard and unlocked the door anyway. The apartment was almost entirely dark. Only the small lamp beside the couch remained on, casting a muted golden glow across the living room. Shadows stretched lazily along the walls while rain continued murmuring softly against the windows.
And there he was. Your breath caught instantly.
Juhoon was curled awkwardly against the couch cushions, still wearing the same black hoodie from earlier. One arm lay draped over his face while the other rested limply against his stomach, like exhaustion had finally dragged him under after hours of waiting.
The sight alone nearly shattered you. He looked uncomfortable, restless. Like sleep had only claimed him out of complete emotional collapse.
Your chest constricted painfully. Slowly, carefully, you stepped closer. “Juhoon,” you whispered.
No response.
You crouched beside the couch quietly, your heart aching at how pale he looked beneath the warm light. Strands of dark hair had fallen messily across his forehead, soft and disheveled in a way that made him seem unbearably vulnerable.
Tentatively, you brushed your fingers through it. “Baby.”
His eyelashes fluttered faintly. Then slowly, reluctantly, his eyes opened, and your entire body went still.
His eyes were swollen, red-rimmed, wet. Like he had spent hours crying alone in the dark.
Your stomach dropped immediately. “Oh my god…”
The devastation on his face the moment he fully recognized you was almost unbearable to witness. Relief hit him so violently it physically altered his expression. His lips parted shakily.
Before you could even process it, Juhoon surged upright and wrapped his arms around you with desperate force, nearly knocking the breath from your lungs entirely, and then he broke apart.
A strangled sob ripped from his chest so abruptly that it startled you. His entire body trembled violently against yours while another shattered sound escaped him, raw and uncontrollable.
“Hey—hey, it’s okay,” you whispered immediately, climbing onto the couch beside him as your own vision blurred with tears. “Juhoon…”
He buried his face against your neck like he couldn’t bear to look at you directly, fingers clutching the fabric of your hoodie so tightly it almost hurt.
But you didn’t care, because Juhoon was crying. Juhoon, the boy who concealed every emotion behind silence and restraint—was sobbing in your arms like he had been holding himself together by a single unraveling thread.
“I’m sorry,” he choked out brokenly. Your heart cracked clean down the middle. “I’m so sorry.”
Another sob tore through him, rough and uneven. You froze for half a second, overwhelmed by the sheer enormity of his grief.
You had never seen him like this before. Never.
Even during the worst moments of his life, Juhoon had always remained composed in that quiet, self-destructive way of his. He internalized everything. Buried everything. Suffered in silence because vulnerability terrified him more than pain itself.
But now?
Now he was unraveling completely beneath your touch, and somehow that hurt more than the argument ever had.
“I didn’t mean it,” he whispered frantically between shaky breaths. “I swear to god I didn’t mean it like that—I didn’t mean to make you feel unwanted.”
Tears spilled down his cheeks faster than he could wipe them away. His breathing came unevenly, fragile hiccups interrupting nearly every sentence.
“You left and I just…” He swallowed hard, voice splintering apart. “I thought you were done with me.”
“Oh, Juhoon…”
“I called you like ten times,” he admitted weakly, words muffled against your shoulder. “I kept trying to figure out what to say, but nothing sounded right and I—fuck—”
His voice dissolved into another sob. “I can’t lose you.” The confession was so painfully sincere it made your own tears fall instantly.
You cupped his face carefully, forcing him to look at you despite the embarrassment flickering through his watery eyes.
And god, he looked devastated.
Wet lashes clung together while tears slid endlessly down flushed skin. His lips trembled uncontrollably, breath hitching every few seconds as though his body physically could not calm down now that the fear had finally escaped him, and beneath all that anguish.
Love.
So much overwhelming love it nearly stole the air from your lungs. “You’re not losing me,” you whispered softly.
His expression crumpled further. “I thought I already did.”
You brushed your thumbs beneath his eyes gently, catching tear after tear.
“I know I’m difficult,” he whispered hoarsely. “I know I make things hard because I don’t talk right, but I swear I love you more than anything.”
The sincerity in his voice shattered whatever remained of your anger, because he meant it. Every single syllable.
Juhoon loved with terrifying intensity. He just expressed it differently—through actions, through presence, through quiet devotion hidden in places words could never fully reach.
“I don’t know how to explain things the way you need,” he continued shakily. “But I need you here. I need you.”
Your chest ached so violently it almost felt unbearable. Without thinking, you leaned forward and kissed him softly.
The second your lips touched his, he melted completely. A trembling breath escaped him, shaky and uneven, before his hands slid around your waist with unmistakable desperation. Not possessive, but clinging, almost fragile, like he needed physical proof that you were truly there and not about to disappear again.
The kiss carried remnants of tears and exhaustion and unspoken apologies.
Juhoon kissed you like someone starved for reassurance, every movement hesitant at first before gradually deepening with overwhelming emotion. His lips trembled faintly against yours while his fingers curled tighter into the fabric of your hoodie, anchoring himself to you with quiet urgency.
You could still taste salt from his tears. Could still feel the uneven rhythm of his breathing brushing shakily against your skin, and somehow, that vulnerability shattered you more thoroughly than the argument ever had.
When you pulled back only slightly, your foreheads rested together, breaths mingling in the small space between you.
His eyes remained half-lidded and glassy, lashes damp and clumped together from crying. There was something devastatingly defenseless about the way he looked at you now, like every carefully constructed wall he’d spent years building had finally collapsed under the sheer magnitude of loving you.
“I’m sorry too,” you whispered against his mouth.
He shook his head immediately, brows pinching together. “No, don’t apologize.”
“I left.”
“You were hurt.”
“So were you.”
That alone nearly made him cry again. A shaky breath escaped him before he buried himself against you once more, arms wrapping tightly around your middle as though separation itself had become unbearable now.
This time, he didn’t fight the tears. He let them come. Soft, broken sobs trembled through him while your fingers combed gently through his hair, untangling the storm little by little.
“I love you,” you murmured repeatedly against his temple. “I love you so much.”
Every single time you said it, his grip tightened, as though he was memorizing the feeling of hearing it.
Eventually his crying softened into quiet sniffles and exhausted breathing. You pressed a lingering kiss against his forehead. “Come to bed with me?”
He nodded weakly. The two of you moved through the apartment in silence, but it no longer felt hostile. Now it felt delicate, tender. Juhoon never let go of your hand once.
The second you both slipped beneath the blankets, he immediately curled himself against your side, burying his face near your shoulder while one arm wrapped securely around your waist.
Your fingers drifted slowly along his back beneath his hoodie, soothing the occasional tremor still lingering through his body.
The room remained quiet except for rain tapping softly against the windows and his gradually steadying breathing. Then, after several long minutes. “I never think you’re annoying.”
Your heart squeezed painfully. You glanced down at him. His eyes remained closed, voice rough and sleepy from crying. “I like when you cling to me,” he admitted quietly. “Makes me feel… wanted.”
A weak, watery laugh escaped you. “Yeah?”
“Mhm.” His fingertips curled faintly into the fabric of your shirt, hesitant and delicate despite the vulnerability trembling beneath the gesture. “When you need me like that,” he whispered quietly, voice still rough from crying, “it reminds me I matter to someone.”
You stared at him in stunned silence for a moment, because suddenly everything made sense. All this time, Juhoon had been loving you with the exact same desperation you loved him.
He just buried it beneath silence because he never learned how to voice it aloud.
Your expression softened entirely. The tension lingering in your chest melted into something overwhelmingly tender as your fingers brushed carefully along his cheek, your thumb grazing beneath his eye where faint traces of tears still remained.
He leaned into the touch instinctively. The sight nearly shattered you.
Slowly, you leaned down and kissed him again. This kiss was different from before, slower, sleepier. Overflowing with forgiveness instead of panic.
Your lips moved against his with lingering tenderness while his breathing softened gradually beneath the warmth of your touch. He kissed you back carefully, almost reverently, as though savoring every second instead of fearing its disappearance.
The room around you had become impossibly still. Only the rain tapping faintly against the windows and the occasional shaky exhale from Juhoon disturbed the silence.
One of his hands slid slowly upward along your side until it rested lightly against your ribs beneath your hoodie. The touch was featherlight, unhurried, his fingertips tracing absentminded patterns there like he simply needed to feel your heartbeat beneath his palm.
Yet even now, wrapped around you beneath dim bedroom lighting, Juhoon continued kissing you with heartbreaking sincerity, as if every unspoken emotion he’d buried for months was finally pouring out through touch instead of words.
Juhoon sighed softly against your lips before tucking himself impossibly closer, his face hidden safely against your neck now. “I love you,” he whispered once more, barely audible.
tyyy @mytwinsung for tagging me !! 🤍 (granted like a week ago...)
last song: sun has set - beabadoobee (I WON THE FREAKING TICKETMASTER)
currently watching: never ending summer, it's this c-drama that i keep seeing everywhere but i haven't watched it yet but i'm planning to soon :p
current obsession: photography 👀 i just love when my feed looks clean and aesthetic like it just makes me happy inside, sooo i've been experimenting with different digis
currently reading: re-reading the percy jackson series 😛 (I CANT WAIT FOR SEASON 3 AND FOR THE EPIC THE MUSICAL MOVIE)
currently working on: riki's part of lens unfocused... I'LL GET IT OUT SOON I SWEAR I'VE JUST BEEN SO BUSY 😭😭
currently wearing: a thin tank top and jorts because it's so FREAKING HOT. house slippers too ig
last google search: the weather... 💀 donno why i keep searching that when i KNOW theres a freaking heatwave everyday 💔💔
fav flower: magnolias ^^ they’re so big and pretty and they smell good and they look so delicate andand (or lilies for the same reasons lol)
✿ tagging: @noirellee @veorise @whiskimsy (im too shy to tag 10 people...)
currently watching : love island usa (I’m sorry ts is genuinely all i breathe)
current obsession : love island, and cinnamon holy shit someone stop me from adding cinnamon to everything also true crime documentaries for some reason.
currently working on : social circles ( i swear I’m writing it I’m SORRY💔💔)
currently wearing : sleepwear because it is time to SLEEP.
last google search : i hate this but John Wayne Gacy because i was watching the Netflix documentary about him today
currently watching : i dont watch anything rn!! i just cant find good series, so i keep rewatching the big bang theory😭 over and over and over and over again
current obsession : i always have a lot... but lately ive been very fixated on mental illnesses and what causes them in the brain so ive been writing down them in my notebook. (bro even studies in summer break what a fucking loser)
currently reading : i just finished reading ward d by freida mcfadden like 5 minutes ago and im about to start the inmate!!
currently wearing : uh green socks with toasters on them, black pants and black oversized shirt that says 'ramen' even though ive never eaten ramen before
currently working on : my tyunning teacher x teacher fic!! its a fic im very excited for because its been ages since i wrote member x member stuff, even though im more confident in writing those + the male perspective😅 also need a little break from tumblr (so sorry) and a break from straight fics
last google search : paranoid schizophrenia
favorite flowers : genuinely idk im not a flower person😭
tyy for the tag @hoongsf :33 (also hiii new mootie :p)
last song: White Noise - holly humberstone
currently watching: nothing 😭😭😭 (exams hv been kicking my ass)
current obssession: writing (~ ̄▽ ̄)~
currently reading: Katabasis by RF Kuang, My Friends by Fredrick Backman (holyshit this one made me sob)
currently working on: new fic 👀👀👀
currently wearing: a jersey and shorts :p
last google search: toxic personality traits... 💀💀
fav flower: orange cosmos!
tags: @tobiotaesan (i already know you hehe) @cottonauroras @sunishake @i2sunric @noirellee @siyalogue ok yeah... idk who else to tag who hasn't been tagged already
lowk cant believe i got tagged in a game eee
@nefariouspanda134 this btch MY PRECIOUS NEWBORN, SHAKESPEARE tagged me 🫶
last song: raining in manila by lola amour (ingat po sa mga apektado ng bagyo, stay safe and pls dont leave ur pets behind!)
currently watching: ouran (LMAOSJIAHDJCN) and kumusta (i love cooking shows lol)
current obssession: lowkey tadc cus i just finished it (JAX💔) and park sungho
currently reading: the indio and the impaler by wincy aquino ong, finally started it 7 months after receiving lol (rizal is such a fckng menace lmao)
currently working on: jaehyun ouran yaoi and mayor leehan au
currently wearing: lotso pajama set...with a lotso bear on my side, a lotso plushie on my back, lying down on my bed with lotso bedsheets and a lotso lego figure on the desk beside me (pink bear from toy story)
last google search: my university student portal
fav flower: carnations...?
tags: absolutely no pressure! u can ignore me its fine 🫶 @wingzyyy (do this after ur exams, goodluck!!!) @cinnamorollhyuka (additional question for you or you can change the fave flower question, favorite marine species!) @ivehan (addtnl question for you! fave bnd ship) @kazukazukiiii (always on my tl but havent really interacted with 🫶) @starriniqhts (tagging u just bcus i miss u) thats all i have 😔😔
No pressure tags! @ihanzzn (u have so many cool interests hehe) @beomtomie (YOU SEEM SO COOL HEHE) @overtheggum (if you have time !!) @browniienextdoor (i'd love to hear more abt u! If u want hehe) @ivehan (you r so funny) AND ANY OF MY MOOTS ILYSM ALL OF U
current obsession : starting the 2 week minecraft phase and bnd as a whole..
currently reading : californias preschool curriculum framework …!!!! (summer classes)
currently working on : 2 requests and my drafts
currently wearing : a snoopy shirt and jeans
last google search : cypress vines!! (for my recent fic heh)
fav flowers : i have a lot.. i’ve loved hydrangeas and peonies a lot, but ive grown a liking to irises and wisteria !!
no pressure tags — @mirouie (new moot! u seem so cutie 🥹) , @taestulipss (i always luv yapping with you soso much hehe) , @j-jellyous (i luv seeing u on my timeline <3) , and whoever else!! idk who all has been tagged sooo :3
liaaa ty for tagging me >< (i love yapping with u too hehe)
last song : my way - olivia rodrigo
currently watching : mostly movies these days (my last one was finding emily 2026)
current obsession : rereading manga lol
currently reading : agatha christie's and then there were none (just started)
currently working on : piss off your parents final chapter + outlining g4z yuri spidersan ><
currently wearing : shorts and a big tee (we're hitting 40 °C outside T-T)
last google search : daraku kazokuron (i was rereading)
fav flowers : tulips! baby's breath are also pretty!
🏷️ : @mwotgata @dat-town @nemoihan + anyone else who wants to join!
last song: YOUNGCREATORCREW - cortis
currently watching: the middle (axl is so fine meow)
current obsession: wildlife conservation (one of my dream careers)
currently reading: crime and punishment by fyodor dostoyevsky + the little friend by donna tartt (sometimes I can’t decide which book I wanna read so I read both at the same time)
currently working on: a maki (&team) x reader enemies to lovers + maybeee part 7 of 'but I like you'
currently wearing: a flowy abaya + hijab + lanyard cause I’m omw to work 🥲
last google search: the odyssey movie release date (i'm excited but as a former Classics student i'm also kinda wary...)
fave flowers: tulips + purple coneflowers !!
QUICK TELL ME SOMETHING NEW YOU LEARNED IN THE LAST WEEK
UHM UHM UHM SO BASICALLY I LIVE IN LONDON AND I JUST FOUND OUT THAT YEARS AGO WE USED TO USE PIGEONS TO CARRY OUT MESSAGES FOR US DURING THE WAR AND THEN WHEN THE WAR WAS OVER WE JUST ABANDONED THEM AND NOW WE IGNORE TJEM AND TREAT THEM LIKE VERMIN AND IT MADE ME SO SAD😕😕