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Clumsy kid

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didn't know u can set ur likes to show from oldest first, & this appeared as my first ever like, which I'm confused why cuz I mostly liked things to save them (then forget abt lol) but hey I'm not complaining, the younger nctzen in me misses those times of NCT Life chaos & Yuta's smile

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genuine writers getting wrongly accused of using ai because of witch hunt and proper grammar/structure in their works must be what being a woman in the 1600s who is wrongly accused of being a witch because she can read and is intelligent feels like

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

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was there some new tumblr update i wasnt aware of bcuz when i try to save drafts i noticed they instead get posted unless i set it to draft every time? the anxiety this shit gave me istg💀

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smn said how Taeyong's enlistment felt shorter than Jaehyun's, and istg like i literally lived different 3 lives during JH's like how😭

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I'm begging for some seulyong fic 😭😭😭

honestly surprised theres still an audience😭💚

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Golden Hour

Mark Lee X Ko Eun

warnings: mildly suggestive(?) bold mark & soft eun (if you know you know heh)

tags: @onyourmarkletsgoeun

inspired by Mark - Golden Hour obviously lol

Mark sat in the living room hungry, waiting for his girlfriend to come out to make breakfast, since his existence inside a kitchen was simply an equation for disaster. His ears perked up, a smile taking over as he saw his girlfriend walking out of the bedroom, heading straight for the kitchen.

He walked behind her, hugging her from behind just as she opened the fridge. "Good morning babe." he cooed, kissing behind her ear. Eun simply chuckled, leaning her head back against his shoulder.

"Good morning Mark." she whispered tiredly into his ear, kissing his cheek back. "As much as I'd love this, I'm hungry, and I know you are too, so you might wanna keep you hands to yourself first." she pushed off his arms, laughing at his pout before pushing him out of the kitchen space.

Mark stood on the other side of the counter and watched as she took out some bread and eggs. She spread butter on both sides of the bread before putting them into the mini toaster oven, and proceeded to the stove to make the eggs.

"How do you want your eggs?" she asked while grabbing a pan.

Mark smiled watching her, something about her cooking for him always made him giddy. "Usual please, fried."

"Yolk?"

"Kinda runny."

Eun hummed in response and started to cook. She focused on her task, which he noticed on her face and stared at her longer. She suddenly felt her boyfriend hug her from behind again, smiling as she felt him rest his chin on her shoulder, watching her cook. She pecked his cheek before looking back at the eggs, and he could only fall for her more each day as he thought about how she had reassured him back then.

"They're right..." he sighed, leaning back on the bench staring up at the night sky. "Why should you be with me, someone who can't cook even the easiest thing? It's a basic life skill..."

She cupped his face to look at her, smiling at him. "Maybe the reason I'm an amazing cook while you suck is why God made us cross paths." she kissed him softly, giggling. "I love you, and I don't care that you can't cook. Besides, there are other things you're good at, so why does this one thing matter?"

He had heard some people tell her she shouldn't be dating an incompetent man, and he felt bummed out by it. It's not that he doesn't cook, he's tried many times, but for some reason he wasn't gifted with the talent of even frying an egg without something going wrong. The most he's done without causing a mess was making instant ramen.

Mark was brought out of his daze hearing the click of the stove turning off, followed by the toaster oven ringing as it finished its job. He was always amused at how precise Eun's timings were, and let her go to help take out the bread while she plated the eggs.

"Wear gloves." she said automatically, making him chuckle nervously at the memories of when he had accidents with each cooking appliance, not realising the kitchen mittens had a purpose for everything besides the stove.

Eun placed the plates down at the table, while Mark plated the bread in each of theirs, before taking out the juice for them as well. Not knowing how to cook didn't mean he couldn't help around the kitchen.

As she sat, she noticed Mark gazing at her again and chuckled. "What's with you today?" she asked nonchalantly. Just as she was about to start eating though, he suddenly grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards him, making her sit on his lap. Eun looked at him in shock, knowing her boyfriend was rarely ever this bold.

He smiled at her. "Let me feed you." he said and pulled her plate towards him as well, taking some eggs and bringing it up to her mouth. Though sceptical, Eun just ate from him considering she was too hungry now to care. He then picked up her toast and let her take a bite.

This went on until they were finished with their food, and juice which Mark also helped her drink. As he finished his own drink, she stared at his face, gulping as she noticed his Adam's apple move while he drank. That didn't go unnoticed by Mark, who smirked again as he put the glass down and stared back at her, when Eun mindlessly started tracing her finger from his forehead down his nose, go his lips. She noticed the bit of juice on the corner of his lips, and wipes it off with a soft smile.

Mark watched her, wondering just how beautiful she was, how did he become the lucky man with her in his arms. He moved his head closer, leaning into her chest while his arms tightened a hug around her. Eun sat silently, smiling at his possessiveness, fingers massaging his scalp.

He groaned into her neck. "Good girl." he peeked up at her with a lazy smile. "Do you know, how I love you more every day?"

Eun chuckled. "What do you mean?" she cupped his face with her free hand, squeezing his cheek playfully.

"I don’t know how to make eggs, but that I do not stress, cause I've never been hungry, since I got you in my life." he hid his face back in her neck. "Before I'd have to wait for food delivery, and you know how that could take a while sometimes."

Suddenly he stood up, carrying his girlfriend in his arms as she shrieked at the sudden movement. "Lee Minhyung what are you doing?" she scolded as he simply speedwalked to their bedroom, replying with a smirk.

"Helping you get ready for work." he stepped into their bathroom, sitting her on the counter and leaning in with his hands resting on either side of her. "Let's shower together."

"I don't have time for that."

Mark pouted. "Please? I won't do anything to delay it." he put a hand on his chest, over his heart. "Promise."

Eun rolled her eyes, looking back at him with a mocking smile. "Fine." She stretched her hands up, Mark smirking as he pulled her (his) night shirt off, undressing her then himself. She then stretched her arms out, making him smile cheekily before carrying her into the shower.

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Mark returned home first, sighing as he slumped into bed on his stomach. It was almost sunset, and he stared at the sunlight peeking through the curtains of the bedroom window, orange and yellow streaks left around the floor and furniture around the room. His mind drifted to Eun, knowing on more free days this would have been the time she'd pull him to bed and cuddle for a nap.

The golden hour was her favourite, whether it was morning or evening.

He watched as the streaks slowly disappeared, and just as the sun was out, he heard the door lock beeped. He flipped onto his back, staring at the door upside down as the figure of his girlfriend slowly came in, smiling lazily at her. He heard her chuckle, kneeling right in front of him, and pecked his lips upside down like a spiderman kiss.

"Hi." Mark whispered, still lazy.

Eun climbed the bed and laid on top of him, head on his chest. "I'm tired." She spoke very softly, and he felt as if her body would just melt into his own. He hugged her, one hand brushing through her hair, and knew she fell asleep as her breathing became stable.

Mark smiled, slowly turning around to lay her on the bed, putting a pillow under her head and kissing her forehead. "I'll wake you to eat, rest up." He saw her give a small smile before drifting back to sleep, figuring he'd order in food for them.

Mark on the other hand had a different idea in mind. He stood in the kitchen, focused on his phone as he read the instructions for the dishes. "OK, Lee Minhyung." he spoke to himself softly. "Gotta make the appetizer and the main dish. You got this. You are Gordon Ramsay." he continued the self meditation.

It would be another two hours before dinner, but he knew he needed the time. He wanted it to be perfect, and that meant he'd have to work slower to not mess anything up. He placed his phone against the elevated spice rack, following the recipe video step by step. He added a few twists here and there to the recipe, but only to change the taste to something the couple would enjoy more (getting his friend's assurance beforehand so nothing would go wrong).

To his surprise everything was going well, granted a bit slow, but Mark was just happy he managed it through with no mishaps. As he finished the two dishes, he waited for the rice to be done when he felt arms snaking around his torso, a body pressed against his back.

He chuckled grabbing the arms around him and turned his head to look behind. "Hi baby." he said softly, Eun pressing her chin on his back as she looked back at him with a sleepy smile.

"I smell food... and it's not burnt." She smiled as Mark started to laugh, before turning to hug her.

"Go sit, I'll bring it over. It's done cooking."

She hummed in response, giving him a quick peck on the lips before doing as he said, and was in awe the whole time he set the food and plated it for her as everything clearly exceeded her expectations. Both dishes were delicious, the rice was perfect, and she sat with her lover taking care of her every second. How could life get any better?

"It's all so good Mark, I'm so proud of you."

She chuckled seeing his ears turn slightly red, always amused by how shy he was despite them being together for so long. Deciding to have a little fun, she shifted her chair closer to his and grabbed his thigh.

"You know you really are the best thing in my life." she watched as his expression changed. "No matter what anyone says, you're perfect for me."

He smiled widely, taking her hand and bringing it up to his lips kissing her fingers. "And you for me." he tugged her over his lap, arms locked around her waist holding her tight to himself, needing no further reassurance of their love.

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so yea, had this drafts for a long while hahah, and upon recent events decided what the hell might as well just get it out with... am not holding up well ngl, kinda feels like everything i've known is just crashing down these days, but anyways hope you like it♥

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For You (yujoy au)

warning! slight violence, mentions of blood, near deaths word count: 3.3k (can't remember the last time I wrote something this long)

"Daddy!" Sooyoung turned to see her daughter run away from her, ending up in her father's arms. "I'm so happy you're here!"

"Of course princess, wouldn't miss it for the world." Yuta kissed her cheek before they nuzzled noses, a small cute action that was common among the family when showing affection.

Sooyoung sighed and followed behind, Yuta smiling instantly when seeing her. "And how's my beautiful wife?" he cooed, but the look on her face told him otherwise.

"Mina, why don't you go get ready for the game with your friends. Do some stretches OK baby."

The little girl smiled nodding, giving both her parents kisses before running off to her team's wait zone. Once she was out of sight, Sooyoung turned back to Yuta with a frown, and he knew exactly why.

"Whatever you have to say, let's wait until after the game." he said about to take her hand, but shocked when she moved away. "Come on love, you know I didn't mean to miss out the pregame..."

"That's not the point." Sooyoung said strictly. "You know very well than to go on missions during her games, you promised you'd stay for her then. I know you can't give her a lot of time Yuta, but isn't that why you promised to not miss a single football event?"

Yuta sighed and moved closer, pulling his wife's body in for a much needed hug. He was gone for almost a week, and delayed his return, all he wanted was to lay in bed holding his wife and daughter to himself. But he knew the promises he made, as a mafia father he figured this was the least he could do. Besides, he couldn't have been any happier seeing his little angel pick up the exact speciality he had as a child until teen years, and now he hoped she'd continue with it long term unlike him.

Sighing as his hands grasped her, Yuta kissed his wife's hair before pulling away. "I'm sorry Sooyoung, you know how much I regret it. I wish I didn't have to but there was an emergency and I couldn't leave or else we'd lose some good people."

Sooyoung furrowed her eyebrows listening to his reasoning. She had to admit she married an amazing man, the most caring she's ever met.

She just wished he'd care for her and their daughter like he did for his crew.

"Well nothing can be done about that now. Let's go, today's the semi finals. And I hope you have nothing for day after tomorrow, the finals are on remember. Mina would give up if you don't come."

"I know..." he sighed tiredly, but a smile immediately replaced it when seeing the game start off.

The couple sat with smiles amongst the other parents, Yuta cheering every now and then whenever his daughter scored a goal. Just as he wished, his daughter was becoming a football prodigy like himself back in school.

As expected, her team won. Yuta ran down to the field and carried her into the air and spun her around, then started kissing her face all over. "Daddy's so proud of you Mina, you're the best daughter anyone could ever ask for."

He never let her down from his arms and carried her back to the car after saying goodbye to her friends and teachers. Her medal hung around her neck as she now sat with her mother while Yuta drove them home, Sooyoung taking many pictures to send to their families.

Once they reached, both father and daughter went to take showers while Sooyoung prepared dinner. Yuta helped Mina first before sending her out and showered himself. He finally felt so relaxed, he almost dived into the bed and disregarded dinner. But Mina had been awaiting for him on the bed, so he threw out that idea and followed her to dinner where her mother prepared her favourites.

"Wah! Thank you mummy!" she kissed her mother cheek as Sooyoung placed the last dish on the table.

"If you win the finals, I'll bake your favourite cookies too. And we'll go to the theme park just as we promised."

Mina squealed in excitement, repeating how much she loved both her parents over and over. Yuta chuckled as he took seat next to her and kissed her head.

"Even if you don't win, I'll still be proud as long as you give your best. And I know you will."

"Would we still go to the theme park?" the young girl asked, making her priorities obvious to her parents who simply laughed.

"Well, depends on how well you play."

"I'll be the best player in the whole world!"

"Why isn't daddy here yet?" Mina was on the verge of tears, while Sooyoung was seconds away from making an angry phone call. They had been waiting for Yuta for thirty minutes at the field but there was so sign of him, even his calls getting cut off.

Sooyoung feared this, not only because she was mad that he couldn't come to Mina's games thus making the child upset, but also because she didn't know how to respond to their daughter. Yuta never wanted her to find out what her father did, and Sooyoung always made sure she never figured it out.

But sometimes she ran out of excuses and could tell Mina was sick of the subject changes when she couldn't answer. Sadly, that was the only thing she could do now again.

"Mina, go get ready. I'm sure he'll come soon. You know he'd never miss your games. And don't let this distract you, you're the best player remember."

Sniffling, Mina nodded and hugged her mother before running off to her teacher. Sooyoung waited for her to be out of sight before making another call to her husband, again going unanswered.

"Damn it Nakamoto!" she cussed. "You better hope you're dead or I'll kill you myself."

What Sooyoung failed to realise was exactly the thing she was hiding from Mina.

His job.

More specifically, how we was now stuck in a building trying to escape the several oppositions wanting to kill him and his member.

"I should never have agreed to this." Yuta grunted again. "I'm late for her game, I promised. Do you realise how upset they're gonna be with me... Are you even listening Doyoung?"

"Shush!" his member held his mouth shut. "You'll get there in time if you could just help me find a way to escape for God's sake and stop talking!"

Yuta grumbled and continued to help Doyoung find a way out from the map of the building he held. The mission was supposed to be simple, which was why he took the last minute decision of taking over Kun's place as the latter called sick. But instead they fell into a trap and now were locked up. They hid in a storage room, using the minimum light of their torches to find any secret way to escape.

After some thought Doyoung figured out a way and explained to Yuta. The two got ready and made a run for it, sneaking past as many men as possible. They finally reached a window and jumped out, dodging any injuries thanks to their vests.

Just as they reached their car parked away in a hidden spot, a loud gunshot rang through their ears. Doyoung froze in fear, taking a few seconds before checking himself. "What happened?" he turned to Yuta, who was quickly getting into the passenger seat.

"Doesn't matter. Let's go, drop me off at the school. Hurry!"

Knowing his temper, Doyoung knew it would be best to just drive off quick and drop him off at the football game. He drove, but couldn't ignore an odd feeling in himself. He turned to Yuta who simply fidgeted in his seat, which he figured was from the adrenaline of the mission and the need to get to the game.

It wasn't until they reached the school, once Yuta left the car, that Doyoung finally turned to the seat and looked, and his eyes widened as fear took over.

"And Red House takes the trophy for elementary division football thanks to their player's awesome strikes, as always the amazing Nakamoto Mina!"

Yuta smiled as he just reached the edge of the field, watching the players in red jerseys run to his daughter and hugging her, the coach carrying her up on his shoulders to celebrate. He walked closer, noticing his wife run down the steps of the bleachers towards the crowd of kids.

"Sooyoung..." he grunted. His voice was almost lost, but he pushed himself closer to the crowd. "Mina. Daddy's here." he managed to say, but not loud enough over the cheers.

But one voice managed to get all their attention.

"YUTA HYUNG!"

Sooyoung turned her eyes widened at the sight of her husband limping towards them. Their eyes met and he smiled weakly.

"HE'S HURT!"

She looked beyond him and saw Doyoung running towards them. Her eyes went back to Yuta and noticed his left hand inside his jacket, over his right waist. She didn't have time to process as he finally fell on his knees, Mina's voice bringing her to reality.

"Mummy! Let's go! He's hurt!"

Doyoung quickly held him from behind before his head could hit the ground, Mina reaching first before her mother. "Daddy! Daddy wake up please!" the young girl cried shaking his chest. Sooyoung came behind her, still in shock and unable to say anything.

"We have to take him to base, Taeil hyung can heal him." Doyoung said, pulling Yuta's body over his back. "I'll take him, you follow me behind Sooyoung."

Sooyoung nodded and they ran in the directions of their own cars and we're quick to get on the road, Sooyoung following behind Doyoung like he had instructed. The car ride was silent and full of tension, Mina not even daring to ask what happened or why.

What the child did notice was how they were suddenly driving out of the town, through a secluded area, and finally reached big gates through which she could see a much bigger building. "Mummy..." she finally spoke softly. "Why are we here? Daddy should go to the doctor..."

"Daddy's friends are doctors here. It's better for him than to wait." Sooyoung answered without missing a beat, as if she had prepared for this question before hand.

Which she of course had in case they ever needed to come here.

Doyoung stopped the car at the steps in front of the main doors, and Mina watched as another man who had been standing there ran to the car and carried Yuta out while Doyoung drove away. Sooyoung parked next and came out with Mina, running behind the man when another came to her.

"Here Shotaro, park it for me. Thanks." Sooyoung said and received a nod before they ran either directions. She followed behind the man carrying Yuta, who she guessed was Taeil from behind, until they reached a white room.

"I'll do everything I can from here. You just wait outside." Taeil instructed her as he shut the door. Sooyoung peeked through the small window on the door, finally processing that her husband was really fighting for his life now. She sank to the floor as tears started streaming down her cheeks, a small hand wiping them off then hugging her.

"Don't cry mummy. Daddy will be fine, he's strong remember."

Sooyoung turned to her daughter and smiled, knowing it was best to stay optimistic for her at least. She moved to sit next to the door leaning against the wall and brought Mina to sit on her lap and wait.

"Mina!" the two turned to see Winwin, the only person Mina actually knew and was close to among the rest of Yuta's gang. "Wanna go eat with me? I heard you won, so I'll treat you, then we can rest while your dad heals, OK."

Sooyoung knew he understood the situation, and if there's one thing Winwin was good at it was distracting Mina during times like this. Mina jumped giggling and ran to his arms, not bothered to ask her mother, though Sooyoung didn't care since she knew she was safe. She nodded and mouthed thank you to Winwin who smiled back sadly and carried the child away with him.

She didn't know how long she had been sitting there, it felt like hours as she dozed off against the wall. Though it was really just one after which the door opened again, and she got up at the noise and immediately turned to Taeil.

"He's healed, but it's hard to tell when he'll wake up. He held the pain for way too long, and even forced himself to walk... He's really too much."

Sooyoung let out a deep sigh, thanking Taeil as she walked into the room and watched her husband's lifeless body lay still with a mask over his face. Flashbacks hit her as she remembered this exact image she faced, the day she found out about his work when they were still dating. He had apparently been calling her name in his unconscious state, and that was what really kept her to stay with him.

She knew he loved her, and she couldn't break it off when she did so back, even if it meant sacrificing a normal life.

She sat next to his body on the bed and held his hand. "I hope you know you're in for a big one once you wake up." she spoke. With no response, her heart hurt more and she couldn't help anymore as a year left her eye. She brought his hand up and kissed it, then held his palm against her cheek.

"Fine, I won't scold you.... Just wake up, please... We have to celebrate Mina's win..."

Mina finished up her food as Winwin helped her with the last few spoons of soup. "Let's eat ice cream after this, my treat since you won the match." he cheered clearing up her plates with the last spoon.

Mina ate, then looked at him sullenly. "Is daddy going to be OK?"

Winwin paused as he pushed her plate away, then looked at her with hopeful eyes. "He'll be fine. The uncle taking care of him is a really good doctor, he's helped all of us. If your daddy loves you a lot, he'll force himself better if he has to. You know how much he loves you, and how stubborn he can be." he joked, relieved when the young girl smiled.

"Daddy is very stubborn. I always have to drag him for dinner, he's so lazy he doesn't like to get out of bed after work."

Winwin laughed along as she kept telling stories while he pulled out ice cream from their fridge, and continued to listen while eating their ice cream. Once they cleared up their bowls he planned to take her to his room, but the young girl was just as stubborn as her father.

"I wanna go to daddy, please!" she whined sitting in the middle of the hallway. Winwin sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, but gave in thinking Taeil was probably done by now. "You sure are as stubborn as your daddy." he grunted quietly as he picked her up and walked back to the medical wing of the building.

Once they reached he quietly opened the door, scared to disturb, though Sooyoung was sitting up next to her husband's body and smiled seeing Mina.

"Go ahead, I'll see you later." Winwin put her down and left. The young girl walked to her mother and sat on her lap, touching her father's lifeless hand.

"Will he be OK mummy?"

Sooyoung sighed holding Mina tighter. "Let's pray baby. He'll be with us again soon."

"What happened to him?"

This was the question she feared. She never wanted to disclose Yuta's life to their child, and Yuta had made it very clear neither did he. It wasn't like he did anything bad, if anything he was fighting the bad. But it was dangerous, and having the woman he loves know was bad enough for him. That he couldn't stop because he loved her too much to let her go, and he didn't want his child to have the same stress at such a young age.

Mina loved her father, despite his odd timed absences, but those only seemed to make her grow more attached to him.

"Someone hurt him, and he didn't say it because he wanted to come to the game badly."

"Who?"

"A bad man."

"Is it my fault?"

"Oh no baby!" Sooyoung cupped her chubby cheeks, "It's just him being stubborn, it's not at all your fault. He loves you so much, he just wanted to be there."

"But why wasn't he?" Sooyoung was caught in a dead end. "Where does daddy always go? Everyone else's daddy comes to the games, why does mine have so much work?"

"Well... He works hard so we can always live without worrying about money."

Another lie. And Mina knew it.

"I don't want that, I want him to stay normally..."

She finally confessed. Sooyoung never thought this is how she felt, or that she'd ever open up like this. Blinking away the tears forming, she pulled her child closer to her, hugging her to her chest.

"You'll know when you're older. But for now, I'll tell daddy what you said, that you just want him around more. You're right baby."

The two sat around longer, unaware of the man being awake. His eyes were still closed, but he heard everything, and it hurt him more than the any gunshot or broken bone ever did. And he knew what he had to do. It would upset some people, but he knew this was the only way.

I left, for you For your safety, for your future, for your life to be better I love you both too much to have you stuck in this any longer You don't deserve this, and it's my fault So I left, for your mother, for you Happy birthday my dearest daughter, remember I'll always love you and only you two I never thought I'd ever say this, but I wish my life was different I wish I could have given you the normal life you wanted I promise one day I'll return, and as a normal father For you

Tears welled up in Mina's eyes, as well as her mother's who held her tight as they read the letter together. It's her fifteenth birthday, and she opened the gift her mother had discovered in the closet back at their old house before they moved out ten years ago.

After he left.

The gift had an envelope attached, and as much as she hated it at the time, Sooyoung decided to follow it's instructions of giving it to Mina on her fifteenth birthday, and kept it hidden until today.

"I miss him..." Mina sniffed into her mother's chest.

"Me too... I hope he's safe." Sooyoung pecked her head. She picked out the necklace, with the initial of her husband's surname, and put it around her daughter. "He hasn't seen you in so long, let's hope this necklace will help him recognise you."

Mina smiled at her mother, and Sooyoung realised he wouldn't need the necklace to recognise her. Not when she wore the same smile on her face as he did. One that healed her heart whenever they were together.

The two headed out for dinner, to a fancy restaurant as Sooyoung promised her daughter. A waiter took their order, and they talked amongst themselves when he suddenly came back with a cake.

"We didn't order th-"

"You're wearing the Nakamoto necklace," the man cut off Mina smiling, " you must be our owner's daughter. It's from him."

[kyuuyoon]

I CRYING SO BAD AFTER READ THIS WTFF😭😭😭😭😭

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Thank you for reading💚 sorry abt the tears😭

[thebookbutterfly]

I love it when fan fiction writers are like: “ah shit, this was meant to be one part but I started writing it and now it has to be three”. Like the fanfic is happening to them and not being created by them.

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Missing your yujoy and seulyong stories

trust me, I wanna get back so bad😭 the year's been kinds rough & busy (life update, I graduated uni!!) hopefully in the next couple weeks I can start my gears going again😌

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cant dm

ouh not sure why, just send thru asks maybe?

edit: oh try now hahah

[theseulgis]

SEULGI for Knight China Magazine 2025 September Issue

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SEULGI for Knight China Magazine 2025 September Issue pt. 2

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she's so beautiful😭🤧❤️

[nuoyipeach]

Hi !! I really love your fanfics 🩷. I was hoping that you could make one about Johnny and Irene , sorry to bother you ! Have a nice day

Hello! Hope you will like this❤️❤️❤️

Your Eyes

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Your Eyes

Bae Joohyun X Johnny Suh

warnings: tragic accident mentioned, blindness (pls excuse any errors as well)

tags: @beliver-of-destiny (requested)

"Joohyun are you serious?" Joohyun nodded at her father as both her parents could only gasp. She was confident in her decision, and knew she was ready for this step as well as her lover.

"I'm old enough to get married dad." she spoke, but her parents still looked worried.

"I get that, but..." her father hesitated before he continued, "with Johnny?"

This annoyed her. Yes it's a huge step for them compared to other couples, but it was no reason for them to question it in such a way.

"Dad I've been with him for five years now, ever since first year of college. You know him well, you both loved him too, so why are you being pessimistic now?" she asked back, her tone a little angry.

It was true she knew Johnny for a while now. They dated for a long time, and her parents loved him. If it was possible they would have married during university but waited to finish their education and find jobs before they did, though it didn't stop them partially living together half the time. As many said, they were a match made in heaven, especially seeing how they were there for each other through tough times.

But there was one thing her parents were worried about, something that sadly wasn't an issue until recent events.

"He's... blind..." her father, knowing he was wrong for his concerns, managed to let out softly.

Joohyun scoffed. "So? He still functions as a normal person. Being blind doesn't mean he's any less of a man, or that I love him any less. And he's learned everything already, you know that too."

Johnny wasn't always blind. But a sudden accident three years ago caused him to lose his sight. He was so depressed by that he didn't even try to get better until Joohyun stayed with him. She wanted him to live on, and pushed him to learn braille, sense things, and so on. Throughout it she learned too, how to help him and how to interact with blind people.

"Honey, your dad is just worried." Joohyun's mother spoke instead. "Listen, we don't hate Johnny, if anything we’ve always approved of him, and we supported him through this difficult time. We love him like our own, you know that." she sighed before continuing. "We're just worried about you. You have work, and you have to take care of him. What if in the future you have your own kids? How will you manage?"

Joohyun slumped back into her seat on the couch. She knew her parents had valid concerns, as much as it hurt her to hear them. But she was prepared, she begun doing so since the day it happened, and nothing could make her back down.

"Lots of blind people have families mum, and they deal with it. I don't see how this makes our relationship any different."

The elderly couple could only look at each other and sigh. It was obvious since the time they first met Johnny that these two would eventually be together for the rest of their lives. But since the accident, they were worried for their daughter.

"I guess we don't really have a say now do we?" her mother continued, holding her husband's hand. "I mean, it was obvious that you'd end up together, but after what happened I was always worried for you. I know you wouldn't break up with him, yet I don't know why I never thought you'd marry him..."

Joohyun sighed, trying to smile. "Everything will be fine you guys. Trust me. I wouldn't have spent all that time in the supporting class for him if I didn't plan on being with him forever would I?"

The couple nodded, and finally decided to just side with her. Joohyun was happy, and after having dinner with her parents, she left to go to Johnny's house. She'd often stay over more to just him around, but recently stopped overnight stays due to her work, and had hired a professional to come over just in case on days she couldn't make it.

Now, she could live with him full time.

Once she arrived, she entered the small apartment to find it completely quiet, as if no one was inside. Worried, she stepped in and walked around, when suddenly hearing thumping sounds from the bedroom. She went in right away, and found Johnny on the ground laid down on his side as he cried and kept banging his head on the floor.

"Johnny!" Joohyun rushed to him and pulled his head up to her lap. "What are you doing!?"

Johnny's eyes roamed, his hand slowly going up and touching Joohyun's hair. Ever since going blind, the one thing he was able to recognise from first touch was Joohyun, whether her face, skin, or hair, he had her memorised.

"Joohyun..." he whimpered. Joohyun pulled him up more so that she sat on the floor with him laying on her lap, and combed his hair. One thing she learned was if he seemed distressed, the best thing to do was to initiate touch, calmly speak to him, and talk things out.

"What were you doing?"

"I'm... I'm just so tired of not seeing... I thought if I bang my head again I'll see..."

A tear went down the side of his eye and she quickly wiped it off. "Baby that's not how it works, you know that. Please stop hating yourself. I love you no matter how you are, remember that." she raised his head and kissed his forehead before helping him up. "Come on, let's get you to bed."

She tucked him in, then changed into one of his shirts and her underwear and laid next to him. She propped up her head on one arm and pulled him to her chest. Johnny turned to her and hugged her, nuzzling into her chest as he inhaled her scent.

The only scent he familiarised. Johnny only learned to familiarise Joohyun, not even his family, because only she believed him. Only she knew what really happened the day he lost his sight.

Johnny was in the car with his cousin. He was simply driving them to his family's house for dinner, when the man did something unexpected. He pushed over to Johnny's side and messed around with the steering wheel causing him to crash. Reason? Their grandfather had just passed away and left most of his fortune to his "eldest healthy grandchild", which was Johnny. Despite being unable to kill him, he managed to ruin his eyesight, which he used as an unfit trait since their grandfather did say eldest "healthy".

And no matter how much Johnny protested it was his doing, even wanting for an investigation, his cousin's family fought over the fortune coming down to him because to them Johnny was now disabled. Worst part? Johnny's family didn't even help support him. They just gave up.

Johnny was so devastated he didn't leave his apartment for two weeks. It was Joohyun who came right away and took care of him every single day. She was the one who finally got him to go for rehabilitation, to learn how to continue with his four senses. Her mother would even send food daily while she lived with him throughout his first month of recovery, while her father offered to drive him to his appointments before Joohyun did it herself.

It had been almost two years since he last spoke to his family. Joohyun's family were always ready to have him over for events, but otherwise Johnny preferred to stay away from society. Truth was he didn't care about his grandfather's wealth. His only problem was the injustice.

Joohyun played with his hair, combing through it try to get him to sleep. She laid her head down and kissed his forehead, then rested her chin on his head.

"Joohyun, if I died back then..."

"Not again Johnny." Joohyun scolded lightly. He'd always ask her negative what ifs, and she hated them.

"If I did... Would you still have believed me?"

"How would you tell me dead?" she moved away and cupped his face with one hand. "Stop saying such things. Forget about it Johnny, I've told you before. There's better things to think about."

Johnny sighed, his voice sounding broken. "Like what? I have nothing..."

Joohyun shook her head then kissed him, pulling away slightly so their noses still touched. "Maybe think about what colour you want our wedding theme to be." she said with a smile, and by his expression could tell he knew it.

"Oh Joohyun."

There was one thing Johnny didn't need his sight for, and didn't bother him. With his love for Joohyun he was fast to memorise her body easily. And now as they made love, he didn't at all think about not being able to see her, because he could just imagine how beautiful she looked as their bodies worked as one.

"Stop..." Joohyun panted. "You need to stop... thinking bad... Oh..."

Johnny leaned into her neck kissing it. "I'm sorry... I can't see... I want to see... Especially you..."

She held his face and brought it down to kiss him again, longer this time, soft moans in between. She pulled away feeling a sudden jolt and moaned louder. "Johnny... You don't need to... Yo- Oh... You're still the same person... I still love you..."

>>>

As usual the father would walk the bride, and Joohyun now waited outside with her father. The doors had a small crack opened, and she could see her family on her left, and Johnny's friends on the right. He didn't invite his family, and Joohyun wondered if he even told them. But she wasn't one to ask and make him feel uncomfortable. His friends even volunteered to host the wedding and make it fun with performances.

As Doyoung called her in, Joohyun and her father walked down the aisle smiling brightly. She looked at Johnny, who stood with his eyes down at the floor, as always. But blinded, his other senses were heightened, and he immediately put his hand out hearing the footsteps stop in front of him. Joohyun giggled and took his hand, and they finally stood across each other at the priest.

"Do you take Seo Youngho as your husband through sickness and through health?"

Joohyun cupped his face with one hand smiling brightly, and her touch made him smile too. It always did.

"I do."

"Do you take Bae Joohyun as your wife through sickness and through health?"

Johnny held her hand on his cheek and pulled it down, grasping it tight.

"I do."

As the priest continued, Joohyun felt his hand shake suddenly. She knew that since the accident, whenever he shook in such a manner it meant he was close to crying. Not even caring about the ceremony, she quickly moved closer and held his face, causing the priest to stutter for a second.

"What's wrong?" Johnny suddenly let out tears so she hugged him, his face buried into her neck. "What is it honey?"

"I don't... know... I don't..."

"Hush... It's OK."

Joohyun motioned the priest to finish the ceremony quickly, which he did as he simply moved onto the final event.

"I now announce you man and wife. You may kiss..."

Joohyun slowly pulled him out and wiped away his tears. She smiled at him and pulled him in for a kiss. "I love you so much Joohyun..." he whispered as they pulled away, making her smile before they turned around to the cheers of their guests.

>>>

Life wasn't easy, but the couple were prepared for everything. Joohyun never let a single obstacle throw her off her course of balancing between her work and taking care of Johnny. He didn't need as much help as he did at first once he slowly got more accustomed to surviving on his own this way, if anything it was Joohyun who was still afraid of letting him go out alone even to the convenience store downstairs.

Johnny only laughed, saying he counted his steps everytime they went together, and finally one day she let him go while trailing behind to make sure nothing goes wrong. Much to their relief Johnny was able to make it to the store, get some help to find what he needed, then back home without her having to intervene (except when he almost stepped on a fallen chips pack some child dropped earlier).

"See love, I can do it." she smiled as he waved the bag in his hand around now back in their apartment. They had moved into a bigger one, though in the same complex as Johnny's previous one so that he didn't have to familiarise with a whole new place.

"I'm so happy." she responded before enveloping him in a tight hug. "I'm proud of you, honey." she pecked a kiss on his cheek before taking the bag from him and taking it to put away in the kitchen. Johnny's triumphant smile remained as he folded his cane away and sat down, when a notification came on his phone.

He knew what it was, and waited until Joohyun came to hand it to her. She did help him set her and her parents on speed dial and voice command, but other than that he had no reason to use it anymore.

There was only one other reason his phone would ding in this tone, and that was a message from his family, which he always let his wife check for him. Once she returned he held it to her, and she opened it as she sat next to him to check.

"Oh, it's just your shares this month." Joohyun said, leaning against his side as she told him the amount. They may have not spoken in years, but Johnny's grandmother had made sure he had and received his fair share from the investments his grandfather had split amongst them.

He may not have gotten what was promised to him, but after everything he was glad to live the way he did, especially after seeing where his family's loyalty lied. The only reason he even accepted this money was for Joohyun, and their future together.

Joohyun could see his dazed expression, so put his phone away before she cupped his face and turned him towards her, her thumb rubbing against the corner of his lips as if to make him smile.

"I love you." she said softly, before snuggling into his chest while his arm around her tightened. Her hand went down to grab his other one, intertwining their fingers. "I'll always be by your side. You make me so happy, and for that I'll be your eyes."

>>>

a/n: so basically, I've had this prompt in my drafts for like 3-4yrs?🤡 idk why I never got around to writing it out, but after the recent request and doomscrolling through my drafts & saved prompts I decided to give it a go hahah hope you like it🫶🏼

[yuta-nakamots]

Watching TV - L.Mark

Pairing - Boyfriend!Mark x AFAB Reader

Genre(s) - Fluff, Smut

Warning(s) - smut, unprotected sex, p in v, oral (m and f receiving), dubcon (Mark insists 'just the tip' but it's very much not that), multiple orgasms

Summary - What starts as a joke about condoms turns into desperate, heated intimacy that ends with Mark grinning against your lips, swearing his pull-out game is flawless.

Word Count - 2.3k

Author’s Note - This was inspired by a fever dream about texting Mark

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Now Playing: Watching TV - Mark

Your thumbs hover over your phone longer than they should before you text your boyfriend, Mark. 

‘we’re out of condoms’

‘too lazy to go buy more’

‘how good is your pull out game?’

You don’t expect a reply right away. He was probably on his way home right now. But your phone buzzes within seconds. 

‘👀’

‘you wanna test it?’

‘because i’m almost home’

You laugh to yourself, tossing your phone aside. You were mostly joking anyway. 

By the time you hear his key in the lock, you’ve forgotten all about it. You were in sweats and one of his hoodies, reheating leftovers and scrolling through social media when he walked in with a grin tucked into the corners of his mouth like he already knows something you don’t want to admit. 

“Hey,” he greets, dropping his bag by the door. “About what you said earlier…” 

“I was kidding,” you tell him, handing him a plate. “Mostly.” 

Mark smirks, brushing a kiss to your cheek before settling on the couch. You join him not too long after. Dinner is easy, quiet. You eat with your legs tangled together, shoulders brushing, the TV humming in the background. It’s the kind of night that feels domestic. Warm lighting, full bellies, a shared blanket. Ordinary in the best way. 

But then Mark’s hand slips beneath the hem of your hoodie. Just a little. Just enough to trace circles over your bare waist, his thumb brushing the softest part of your stomach. His fingertips graze the band of your underwear like it’s an accident, but you know better.

You glance at him, ready to tease, but he’s already watching you, his gaze low-lidded and dangerous. 

“Still too lazy to go buy some?” he asks. 

You blink at him. “You’re the one who drove here and didn’t stop to buy any.” 

“Mmm,” he hums, lips twitching. His fingers trail higher, ghosting just beneath the curve of your breast before slipping away again. “Guess we’re not doing anything tonight, then.” You shove his shoulder lightly, but he only laughs, leaning closer until his breath warms your ear. “Nothing at all,” he whispers, hand skimming down your thigh under the blanket. 

“Nothing,” you agree, biting back a smile, though neither of you seems to mean it as the teasing touches linger, each one daring the other to break first. 

The first kiss is slow, more a press of mouths than anything urgent. But it builds fast, his fingers skating under your shirt, yours curling in his hair, the blanket slipping off both of your laps as he nudges you onto your back. 

Mark’s hips settle between yours. It was just the weight of him, the warm slide of sweatpants against you. Then he grinds down, and your breath catches. 

He groans, low and sharp. “Are you sure we don’t have anything?” he groans into your neck. “And you’re not—”

“Nope,” you respond, already rolling your hips up into his. “Not on anything.” 

You both freeze for a second. The tension builds between you in a shared, sharp awareness. But then he does it again, a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, letting you feel how hard he is even through the layers. 

“Fuck,” he mutters. “This is—this is so bad.” 

“It’s so bad,” you echo, arms tightening around his shoulders. “But you feel so good.” 

You’re both laughing under your breath, the kind of laugh that dissolves into breathless sighs as your bodies fall into a rhythm. Dry heat. Friction. His hips meet yours again and again, your panties growing damp.. You feel his cock twitch, how close he’s getting just from this. 

Mark pulls back just enough to look at you. “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.” 

“Doing what?” you tease, but your voice is thin, your thighs already trembling. 

He kisses you again, messier this time, his hand dipping down between you and into your underwear. His fingers slide through the heat of you, and he groans into your mouth. “You’re so—” He doesn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he pushes two fingers inside, your walls gripping him instantly, and he swears against your lips. 

The stretch makes you gasp, your hips lifting into his hand. He curls his fingers just right, knuckles dragging against your softest spots until your thighs tremble. It’s all slick sounds and sharp breaths now. His fingers massaging your walls, your hips rocking into his hand helplessly. 

Your hand finds him, too, slipping past the waistband of his sweats. He’s flushed and hard when you feel the silky heat stretched tight over the heavy length of him. He shudders when your fingers wrap around him, leaking slick against your palm. You stroke him in time with the thrust of his fingers inside you, the rhythm sloppy and desperate but perfectly matched, each of you unraveling the other with every tug and curl. 

“Fuck, babe—” Mark’s forehead drops to your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin. His fingers pump faster, curling deep until your thighs quake. The heel of his palm grinds against your clit with each movement, pulling sharp little sounds from your throat. You squeeze him harder in return, dragging your thumb over the swollen, wet tip, making his hips jerk helplessly into your hand. 

It builds fast, too fast, and you’re clenching around his fingers, pulling him deeper, moaning into his mouth as your body seizes with release. He doesn’t let up, working you through it until your hips fall limp beneath him, sweat slicking your skin. 

You barely catch your breath before you’re fumbling at your waistband, tugging your pants and underwear down your legs, and tossing them aside. Mark sits back, chest heaving, pupils blown wide as he watches you crawl towards him. 

“Wait, wait—” Mark’s protest is drowned in a choked sound as you kneel between his thighs and tug his sweats down just enough to free him. He’s thick and flushed in your hand, twitching when you lean down to take him in your mouth. 

The first wet lick up the full length of his cock has his head tilting back against the couch. “Oh, fuck.” His fingers thread into your hair, not pushing, just clinging. 

You hollow your cheeks, sliding down until he hits the back of your throat, then pulling off with a wet pop to lick along the sensitive underside, tongue tracing every vein until he’s trembling. Mark moans helplessly, thighs flexing beneath your hands.

When you cup his balls gently, his whole body jerks. He gasps your name like it’s the only word he knows, high and thin, hips twitching up despite himself. You suck harder, dragging your tongue in slow, deliberate laps, alternating between swallowing him down and teasing the swollen head with light flicks until he’s whimpering. 

“Fuck—baby, please…please, I can’t,” he pants, tugging weakly at your hair. “You’re killing me.” His voice breaks on a groan. “I need to be inside you, just the tip—I promise, just the tip.” 

You hum around him, pulling back just enough to smirk. “Only the tip. You have to promise.” 

“I promise!” he cries out, already dragging you up for a desperate kiss. 

You’re already half gone, nodding as he pulls his sweatpants and underwear off, throwing them to join yours on the floor. He pushes you back against the couch, guiding himself to your entrance. The first stretch has you crying out, your nails digging into his arms. 

Mark shudders, jaw tight, pushing only the head of his cock inside. His whole body shakes as he exhales through clenched teeth, forehead pressing to yours. 

“Fuck—just the tip,” he growls, almost like a warning to himself. His hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise as he fights not to push farther, but every pulse of your walls around him drags him deeper by instinct. He’s panting, chest heaving, veins standing out in his neck, yet he stays still, like he’s convincing himself as much as you. But then your hips twitch, a needy little roll that drags another inch of him inside.

“Mark,” you whine, already trembling. 

He curses again, thrusting shallowly, just enough for the tip to press and retreat. His resolve breaks with every little sound that escapes from your mouth. Each time he rocks forward, more of him slips past the tight clutch of your walls until you feel the thick weight of him stretching you open. 

“I only meant—just the tip,” he pants, but the lie dies when his hips drive forward harder, burying half of him in one slick thrust. “God—fuck—you’re so tight,” he stammers, voice cracking. His rhythm falters as he pulls almost all the way out, then sinks back in, slower this time, savoring every inch. 

You cry out, back arching, knuckles white against his shoulders. “Mark—fuck, you’re already inside,” you whimper, voice breaking. “You might as well just fuck me.” 

Mark squeezes his eyes shut, groaning like he’s tearing himself apart. But your desperate pleas crack him wide open. With one hard thrust, he pushes fully inside, hips flush to yours, the stretch searing and euphoric. 

The heat of him fills every inch, thick and throbbing, textured veins dragging against your walls until you’re gasping, overwhelmed by how deep he reaches. You cling to him like you’ll fall apart if you don’t, sobbing his name against his shoulder as he holds you there, buried in your wet heat, shaking with the effort to stay in control. 

It’s too much, too hot, too good. Mark sets a rougher pace, hips snapping into yours with raw need. His body trembles against you, growls ripping from his throat as he loses his rhythm. You’re gasping, nails scraping down his back, his body shaking with the effort of holding on. 

“Shit—shit, I’m gonna cum—” His thrusts grow frantic and desperate, the tip of his cock nudging so deep you swear you can’t breathe. 

Your hands fly up, clutching Mark’s face, forcing him to look at you. “Not inside, Mark—You have to pull out.” Your voice is broken but firm, even as your own pleasure crests. 

He groans miserably, teeth gritted, fighting his body’s instinct. “Fuck—I will, I will—”

Mark’s hips stutter before he yanks out at the last second with a ragged groan cry, spilling hot across your stomach in heavy spurts where your hoodie rode up. The sound of his pleasure tears out of him, sharp and guttural, as his body bows and then collapses forward. His forehead falls to your shoulder, chest heaving, his muscles trembling with the aftershock. His breath is harsh against your neck, broken gasps tangled with the sound of your own ragged breathing. 

But he doesn’t stop. Still shuddering, he drags his mouth down your throat, pushing your hoodie up higher, exposing your breasts, and leaving open-mouthed kisses on them as he makes his way lower. His hand slips between your thighs, spreading you wide as he settles in, his other palm smearing through his own release across your skin. He groans at the mess, at how wet you already are even before his tongue is on you. 

The first drag of it is slow and deliberate, from your entrance to your clit, but then he’s sucking you into his mouth, greedy and insistent. He flattens his tongue against you, licking broad and heavy until you’re writhing, then narrowing to spear inside you, fucking into your heat with wet strokes that make your hips jump. He pulls back just enough to circle your clit, lips closing around it, sucking until your vision swims. 

“Mark—holy fuck—” Your voice cracks, your thighs trembling around his head, but he only groans into you, the vibration shooting straight through your core. He alternates between tongue-fucking you deep and sucking hard on your clit, working you with a feral sort of focus that leaves you gasping. The wet, obscene sounds fill the air as he slurps at everything you give him, tongue drinking you down like he can’t get enough. 

It’s too much, the pleasure building until it finally breaks you. Your body arches, shuddering hard as your orgasm rips through you, your thighs clamping tight around his head. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow, licking you through it, swallowing every drop as you cry out and shake against him. 

Only when you’re trembling and boneless does he finally let up, kissing back up your body in slow, messy lines. His tongue traces your stomach, licking up the cooling streaks of his cum, lapping at the taste of himself before moving higher. 

When he reaches your lips, he kisses you deep and wet, pushing the salty tang of him and the sweetness of you onto your tongue. The kiss is filthy and desperate, spit-slick and hungry, until you’re both panting against each other’s mouths. 

At last, Mark lowers himself onto you, his body heavy and warm as he goes limp. His arms circle around your shoulders, holding you close, his cheek pressed to yours, while his breathing finally starts to steady. 

His hair is damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead when he finally cracks a grin against your cheek, breath ghosting over your skin. He nuzzles into you, lips brushing lazily along your jaw before he murmurs, voice hoarse but teasing. “My pull out game is pretty solid, huh?”

You let out a weak laugh, still dazed, smacking lightly at his shoulder. “You nearly gave me a heart attack.” 

Mark only chuckles, smug but exhausted, pressing another sloppy kiss to your mouth as if to seal his point. “Almost doesn’t count, babe.” 

You groan, burying your face in his chest, but the corners of your mouth betray you with a smile. His arms tighten around you, and even as his joke lingers, he melts further into your body, humming softly as sleep starts to creep in. 

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