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Inspiration: Good Things Fall Apart- ILLENIUM with Jon Bellion (stripped ver)
A/N: This will be one of two of my last pieces before I go on a full hiatus. I don't have time to write, I don't have energy to write, I don't have motivation or inspiration. The ending is not the best I've written, I just wanted to get this done with. If I even ever come back to writing, I'll probably change it or write an alternate ending. Thank you for sticking around as long as you have. I love you all <3
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The music fills the air around you. Conversations fill the gaps in between the melodies and beats. The smell of alcohol seeps off the walls filled with random music memorabilia from past and present eras. The bar's lighting is dim but enough to see across the room without squinting. The small stage at the back of the room is constantly cycling through different performers, singing, reciting poetry, or playing an instrument. The atmosphere is calm as you spin back and forth on one of the hightop chairs, sipping a rum and coke.
This bar has been one of your frequent getaway spots for the past month. Midterms were over and you had a little time to breathe before spilling over your studies once again. You expected this night to end how it usually does: you waving a good-bye to the server, walking the short distance to your apartment, and sleeping soundly until you had to wake up for school the next day. What you didn't expect was to hear a voice you hadn't heard in years introduce themselves into the mic.
The man clears his throat, "Uh, hi. I'm Jisung. I wrote this song a while ago after a confusing breakup that I had. I hope you like it 'cause-uh I sure didn't at the time." A few scattered chuckles echo at his self-pitying joke.
He adjusts the guitar strap on his shoulder as he glances at his audience, gauging the interest levels.
Your focus is solely on the once-familiar man standing on the old, creaky stage. Flashes of memories go through your head like a film reel. He looks different from the last time you saw him; his shoulders are broader, his face slimmer, and his hair a faded pink rather than blond (although it's sure to change in a month, your guess).
He starts strumming. After a short guitar intro, his voice sounds through the speakers. It's soft, but firm; a testament to his high school vocal lessons. As the song continues, the lyrics get more intense. Everyone in the bar starts to pay closer attention. He's good and they know it.
His facial expressions match the vibe of the song: an apology to an ex, wondering what he did wrong, but ultimately accepting the end result.
The audience starts to clap along to the beat. It's a bit ironic considering the melancholy theme, but he accepts the interaction with a quick smile in their direction.
When the song nears its end, you realize you started crying. The emotions his side of the story brought up, shock you. When you both decided to break up, you thought he was on the same page. It wasn't working between you two due to small differences in opinions on which you couldn't find common ground.
Other than that, it was the epitome of a perfect relationship. Humour, respect, good sex, and your friends got along. Which is also what scared you. You were pulling away before you knew it and a good thing fell apart.
When the song finally does finish, you look back up to the stage only to find him looking back at you. You quickly wipe your cheeks, ridding them of tear tracks.
"Uh, thanks for listening. That was called Good Things Fall Apart. If you'd like my Soundcloud, I'll be at the bar." He nods in your direction, never taking his eyes off you.
His movements are hurried as he unplugs his guitar from the amp and hops off the front of the stage, the next performer making their way up the stairs on the side.
His eyes meet yours again. He starts to make his way to you, but a new fan from the audience stops him. You decide to distract yourself from the impending conversation, turning to your mostly empty cocktail. With the rise of your hand, you ask the server for another.
"I'll have what they're having, thanks." His low voice resonates in your ears like a comfortable thrum as he takes the seat next to you.
Nervous to start a conversation yourself, you worry your lip and wait, running your finger along the rim of your empty glass.
He starts, "Three years."
You look at your feet, unsure if you should respond to his disappointed tone.
"How've you been?" He asks. Simple, like he didn't just raise your anxiety to a level four.
You look at him incredulously, "How have I been? Really? After three years, that's the only thing you want to know? Sun-Jisung you just sang a song about our breakup in public." The nickname almost slips out, the familiarity of it coming naturally to you before you remember you're strangers now.
He bites the inside of his cheek, fiddling with his fingers around his glass. "I didn't want to overwhelm you. And how was I supposed to know you came here?"
When he looks up at you, the earnestness in his eyes makes you forgive him. You could never truly stay mad at him for something so trivial.
"I've been okay. I guess." You answer his original question.
"You guess?" One of his perfect eyebrows quirks up.
You scrunch your nose, "School's been rough and my family even rougher, but yeah; okay. You?"
He sighs, "I've got a record deal." A proud smile flits across his face.
It prompts your own fond grin. You were always going to be proud of his accomplishments. You were there for the majority of his hard work to get to the point he's at now. Weeks spent hunched over a mixing board or a notebook, missing sleep and skipping meals to get that perfect melody or string of words.
You whisper, scared your words are inappropriate for your current relationship, "I'm so proud of you, Sung."
His eyes dart around your face, lingering a bit longer on your lips until they return to your eyes. He whispers as well, "It's all thanks to you."
A sudden feeling overwhelms you. You realize you still love him, but it would be best to move on. You canât go through that again. Skirting the small inconveniences until the pile is too big to handle. As much as you want to be in this manâs life again, repeating the past scares you.
As if he can read your thoughts, Jisung lays a hand on yours resting on the bar top, âY/n, the past is the past. Iâm not asking for anything right now. Just..to stay in your circle.â
Itâs a big decision. Not one you could possibly make right here, right now.
You take your hand back, watching his face fall, âI canât promise you anything. But that doesnât mean I donât want to try. Is your number still the same?â
His face scrunches up in confusion, âYeah, why?â
âSo I can call you when I figure out my decision. If you donât get a call, just know, I still love you, but sometimes good things fall apart.â
Warnings: implied death, mention of hospitals/ terminal illness
Word count: 1828
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Heâs got this far away look in his eyes again. Even though it looks like heâs staring right at you, you know heâs deep into his memories. It happens every so often and you havenât found the need to comment on it. It isnât disruptive or disrespectful; heâs just reminiscing. When his fond smile falls, however, you reach out to him. Your gentle hand on his arm alerts him of the present. He waves off your concern, switching the subject, but you wonât let him get away with it. It doesnât take too long to get him to spill.
He tells you of a friend of his. He doesnât see them very often, but when he does, he tries to live life to the fullest when theyâre around. He tells you that each time he meets them, they donât remember him and it gets harder with each visit. Although, he never stops visiting them. By the end of his stay, his friend remembers. They remember every single visit heâs made, but by then, itâs his time to leave. He can never stay too long.
Itâs such a sad thought and you wonder why he canât stay. It seems cruel. Just when theyâve figured it all out, heâs gone. Itâs just the way it is, he says. Itâs always been that way and it will continue being that way. It breaks his heart. Sometimes, he doesnât think heâll be able to handle the heartache and he doesnât visit them for twice as long, but then he feels remorse and goes to them as quickly as he can. Except theyâve left before he can get to them.
It takes a few years for him to track them down again. They always have a new name each time he returns. Itâs like theyâre a whole different person, but their soul is the same.
The same soul that he falls in love with, that he holds dear to his heart. The same soul that gives him life and meaning. The same soul that tears him apart only to piece him back together with love and care with each kiss or tender touch.
At this point, you can see his unshed tears glistening in the soft rays of light, filtering through the trees on the sidewalk. You hold his hand, lacing your fingers together. His gaze returns to you, eyes full of despair and hope at the same time. He asks if you remember yet.
Over the next few days, you try to figure out what he meant. What did you forget? It wasnât your anniversary, that wasnât for another month. It isnât his birthday or anyone elseâs that you recalled, so what did he mean?
Your dreams werenât helping your confusion either. You kept seeing images of him in your mind; he was dressed in the oddest of fashions ranging between 1840âs apparel and 1960âs clothing, anything in between, recent fashion, and sometimes even garments before that. Sometimes the dreams felt so real like you were there. The situations you were in seemed so familiar and yet, you couldnât recall ever doing anything like that with him.
A few weeks passed and now you were seeing even stranger things. Images of children or pets prancing around a strange house with you and him. There were pictures on the walls and occasionally a fireplace, but every time dream-you tried to look at them, the figure next to him was blurry. You may be married, but it was only a recent event, you hadnât even thought of starting a family with him yet. You were still both so young; you had all the time in the world to think about that.
The dreams made no sense, the more time passed. You tried not to think of them, passing it off as some fantasy you donât remember building. They were nice to think about, but it wasnât your life.
Your life, as it seems, would be shorter than you thought. You didnât have all the time in the world to think about kids or having a home together. You wouldnât get to grow old with him. This thought plagued you for months. Weekly visits to the hospital sucked your happiness. Only he could bring out a smile in you these days. He was all you had. In your darkest moments, he always shined the brightest for you, but you could see his red-rimmed eyes. The frog stuck in his throat he swallowed down before cracking a joke, his hands as they shook each time he had to sign papers.
This may have been scary for you, but he was losing the love of his life sooner than he thought he would. On a particularly bad day, he came to visit you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He didnât talk much, just sat with you and held your hand.
Heâs got this far away look in his eyes again. You squeeze his hand; a silent question in your eyes. He brings your clasped hands to his mouth and lays a soft kiss on each of your knuckles. He murmurs words of love and encouragement to you, his breath fanning over your fingers.
He stays the night with you in the cramped hospital bed. Fingers trace shapes on your arms and his breath tickles the crown of your head as he leaves light kisses. The dreams you had put away the year before, resurface to the front of your mind. Theyâre gloomier than the happy ones you used to have. It almost feels as though you arenât dreaming. Images of dreary hospital rooms flash before you, but he still looks the same. His handsome face has no trace of old age and yet you feel as though heâs looking at your decrepit form. It puzzles you.
You wake up to hear him mumbling. Heâs probably on the verge of sleep but doesnât want to give in, spending as much time as he can with you before your time runs out. He doesnât sense youâre awake, just keeps talking. You donât understand most of it, but it sounds like heâs telling you a story. Your story. Except it isnât yours, itâs your dreams. You donât know how he could be telling you your dreams when you never told him, but here he is rambling about the dog you found in the gutter one time or the time you fell off your bike and broke your arm. When you traveled to France together or took a cruise in the Caribbean.
You turn over in his arms to face him and he blinks down at you in the dark. You ask him how he knows about your dreams. He looks shocked for a moment, but he recovers, pulling you in closer. He heaves a sigh, seemingly giving up on something. He takes a breath and tells you that your dreams arenât dreams but memories. Theyâre memories from past lives.
It makes sense to you and yet, how could he be in each of them? He always looks the same. The strong brow bone, slender nose, slightly chubby cheeks, soft jawline, sparkling doe eyes; theyâre always the same. You mention as much.
Itâs because he is always the same; never changing. He doesnât age, doesnât die, and yet you do. Over and over and over again, he goes through the same thing with every life of yours. Youâre the friend he told you about. The one with a different name each time he meets you, a different body as well, but always the same soul. You never remember him and he remembers everything about you. Each life is different, but there are always similarities. Your favorite flower hasnât changed for the past three, your favorite colour is the same as six lifespans ago, your favorite food is the same as ten and eight lives ago. Your soul however is the one thing that never changes. Itâs forever caring and honest, pure and gentle.
In most of your lifetimes, you and he are lovers, but it isnât always like that. Sometimes youâre married to someone else and he has to watch from afar as you look into someone elseâs eyes as you did to him before. Sometimes you arenât allowed to be married or even together, so he plays your best friend. Youâve had children before and itâs always difficult to leave them before itâs obvious that he isnât aging. Sometimes you donât make it to the age where he could meet you. Other times, heâs too late and youâve grown past the age where he could be with you for that lifetime, so he sticks close to the family youâve made. But always, always before you leave, you remember.
All your memories come back and his heart breaks when you call him because he knows your time is up and heâll have to find you again; go through the same thing all over again. And he does because he canât live his never-ending life without you.
More months pass. You arenât getting better, but you are remembering. The dreams are solidifying into memories and you know itâs almost time. The doctors say itâs only a matter of days. He stays by your side until the end. When you look at him for the last time, you utter a promise. You will remember. For him. You have to remember.
a/n: another classic example of me being too excited for halloween this year and just ditching my plans of only writing spooky stuff in october
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The Kim Family and the Lee Family: a deadly rivalry formed throughout the years thanks to the annual Purge. The competitive spirit of both parties had cost you your parents, while the Lees thrived.
Now, you were the only remaining member of the Kims, facing the Purge this year solo, and with one goal in mind.
Get revenge.
However, the new mastermind of the Lee Family, Lee Minho, had caught wind of your elaborate assassination plan before you were able to execute it. The cause of your demise.
part of my eight as fate event !! ( requested by anonâ ⥠)
genre/s: comfort, skz x gn reader
warning/s: description of being followed on the street, descriptions / mentions of panic attacks
wc: 1.8k
a/n: this one took me quite a while but iâm happy with it !!! i decided to write out a longer introduction to this to kinda set up a scene !! i hope yâall enjoy it (esp the comforting parts ofc kdjdjf)
itâs somewhat unlike you to walk alone at night. you figured it would only take you a few minutes, but you got out of work late, setting you back quite a while. to make things worse, while you were working overtime, the sun had set, leaving you to traverse the dimly lit city streets on your own. all you know is that your boyfriend left the door open for you, and a couch date sounds really great right now.
somewhere along your walk, you heard a shuffling noise coming from behind you. you disregarded it, thinking it may have been simple paranoia. youâve seen too many movies, you think. however, as you keep up your leisurely yet steady pace, you hear another noise. this time you turn around.
a man. in a black hoodie. looking you dead in the eye.
Warnings: Vulgar language, talk of Depression and Anxiety
Word count: 1779
A/n: There is no shame in talking to a therapist. If you feel like you need to, please do. I know it can feel scary, but they are professionals. They went to school for this. They know ways of helping you improve your life.
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Sometimes the world got too much. Sometimes it rained. Sometimes those two things lined up perfectly in your life; like right now.
College essays and assignments were piled up, your siblings were in the middle of a long distance fight, your best friend was busy with their own school 100 miles away. And you were at a breaking point.
Your anxiety was high this month- probably higher than it ever had been- what with you needing to sit up in bed at 3am and tap your chest to a slow beat. Only after a few minutes did you feel like you could breathe again.
If you tried talking about it to your college...friends(?) they would just tell you to go to therapy and get some meds for it. Which wasn't a bad idea, but if you did, it felt like it had gotten to the point where you really couldn't control it. The point where you couldn't control anything anymore.
It would make it real. And you definitely didn't have the money for all of it. You'd have to ask your parents for some extra allowance. And then they'd ask what for. And then you'd have to tell them because you can't lie to your parents, they're your parents. And then they'd probably do something crazy because they don't understand your brain. Well itâs not like you did either, but they just really wouldn't understand.
God, this is all too much. And when it got too much, you always wished it would rain. Rain calmed you down. Rain was a natural rhythm maker. It was soothing to feel the cold drops on your face and the breeze through your clothes. It felt like it was soaking into your bones and slowly dissolving you and your problems.
So here you were, sitting on the steps to your dorm in a large hoodie and thin sweatpants, your shoes soaked to the sock. Your head was tilted back, face towards the foggy black sky as you breathed in and out with the rhythm of the rain to guide you.
After a few minutes, the cold was starting to get to you, shivers running up and down your back while your fingers and nose numbed.
This was your favorite part: the dissolving part.
If anyone were to see you now, a small smile gracing your face, tear tracks mixed with raindrops, violent racks ripping through you, they'd call the cops or something. At least that was what you thought would happen if anyone came across you in this state.
Instead, you hear a small huff as a warm body sits next to you, the rain seemingly stopping as soon as they're settled.
You open your eyes to the skeleton of an umbrella blocking your vision of the sky. You follow the pole down to a small hand clutching the handle, and then the arm connected to it until you find a freckled face staring at you with mild concern and amusement all at once.
"Hi. You good?" The low voice severely mismatches the soft face it accompanies. You blame the stark contrast for your delay in answer: the shock too great.
Gathering your thoughts, you respond, blaming the cold for your stuttering, "Yeah- yeah I'm good. I'm good."
He raises an eyebrow, "You sure? You are sitting in 50 degree weather while it's raining and 3 mile per hour winds with no coat. At 5am. And it doesn't look like you have any plans to go inside anytime soon."
"Yeah. I'm good." You muster up what you think is a convincing smile. His furrowed brows tells you it very much wasn't convincing.
You heave a sigh, leaning back on your elbows on the next step up, weighing your options of opening up to this stranger who is also out here at 5am, though much more prepared.
"I'm not good," you finally spill.
He hums, "I was starting to think the only thing you could say was 'I'm good'. Glad to know you know at least three words."
You glare at him, catching a small smirk on his lips.
"Sorry, sorry. Please go ahead. That was rude of me." He bows his head, a worried expression taking over his pretty features this time.
"It's fine." A silence engulfs you as you try to think of what to say. Nothing too incriminating that would scare him away, but not something stupid either. Maybe talking to a stranger will help you get out of this funky mood.
"I guess I just got overwhelmed this week. It happens all the time, but this time it was just....worse. Like really fucking shitty."
He hums, not wanting to interrupt but also telling you he's listening.
"School is being an ass, my parents are being asses which isn't new, my siblings are being dickfaces which also isn't new, but like I said: it's worse this time. I just can't seem to find my footing right now. Everything is flying by so fast, but at the same time it's in slow motion. It's dizzying."
He nods, sniffling a little from the chill. "Yeah I get what you mean."
You harumph. No one understands, this guy couldn't possibly.
He glances at your shivering form, "Even if it feels like you're a fork stuck in a garbage disposal, I'm pretty sure sitting in this weather isn't going to make it better. You'll just end up sick. Miserable and sick. Not a good combination, trust me."
You look at him, eyes wide. A fork stuck in a garbage disposal? That was actually pretty close. "For your information, I like the rain. It's therapeutic."
"It's bone chilling and depressing."
"It's rhythmic and soothing."
"You're weird and shivering like my friend's cats after a bath."
"You're weird, too. You're sitting in the rain with a stranger comparing them to distressed eating utensils and felines."
You stare at each other for a few seconds, the only sounds around you being your constant sniffing and the patter of the rain on his umbrella and the pavement. All of a sudden, he starts laughing. Loud and energetic for someone up at the asscrack of dawn. You can't help but join after a while, the melodic sound somehow brightening your dingy mood.
When you both catch your breath a few minutes later, he holds out his hand for you to shake, "I'm Felix, by the way."
You introduce yourself as well, "What brings you out here, Felix?" You ask, slipping your hand back into your pocket.
"I saw someone in need of an umbrella and I just so happened to have bought one last week. I was also up gaming because I forgot to set an alarm for midnight." He scratches the nape of his neck, looking down at his feet.
You chuckle, relating to the statement all too much, though you were more of a reader than a gamer.
"Well, thanks for the shelter, but I really don't mind the rain."
"I'm sure you don't, but it'd lay heavy on my conscience if I saw you out here, didn't do anything, and then you got sick. If you want to sit in the rain, I suggest you either dress more warmly or wait until it's not as cold outside." He tugs on the sleeve of your hoodie, a pout on his lips.
To prove his point, the universe decides to make you sneeze, your body jerking from the unexpected action. He looks at you indicatively.
You roll your eyes. The universe really does hate you, doesn't it?
"Come on. I have hot cocoa and heated blankets in my dorm. Maybe we can save you before you get a cold." He stands up, holding his hand out to help you up.
Gauging how cold you really are, the prospect of a warm drink and comfy covers, wins your debate over being moody. You grasp his hand and stand up, both of you squeezed under the one person umbrella as you quickly walk back to the complex's doors.
He takes you to his room, telling you his roommate was at home for a few days, so you didn't have to be quiet.
He guides you to his bed and makes you sit down, wrapping his heated blanket around your shaking shoulders and turning it on the highest setting. He then goes to his pantry and takes out a mug, a hot cocoa packet, and a spoon.
Once two drinks are made, he hands one to you, sitting next to you with another blanket around himself.
You sit in silence again, sipping your cocoa. It's not uncomfortable or awkward; it's nice and calming.
You can feel the warmth seep back into your limbs, melting the ice in your veins. You sink into his bed, leaning back on the wall. Releasing another long sigh, you close your eyes. The tingling feeling inside of you kind of reminds you of when you were in the rain. That dissolving feeling. Except this one is warm. Heat spreads throughout your entire body and it feels like it's burning up your problems and worries. It feels nice.
You can feel his eyes on you, but you don't feel the need to comment on it. Youâre relishing in this discovery.
âFeel better?â
You hum noncommittally. You start slowly, âIt feels like.. The rain. Like, I donât know. This may make no sense whatsoever, but whenever I sit in the rain, it kinda feels like my problems are dissolving. But right now, I also feel like my problems are dissolving. Itâs warmer and more comfortable, though. Does that make sense?â
He blinks, swirling his drink with the spoon. âYeah, it does. I mean the problems wonât go away, but the stress does for a little while. The weight kinda goes away and you can let your shoulders relax.â
âExactly!â You smile, finally finding someone who understands. He returns it, cheeks bunching up and lips stretching from ear to ear.
You talk for a bit more, just getting to know the stranger who welcomed you into their small world. You learn your differences and similarities, about his baking coping mechanism. Itâs quite like your rain mechanism, except he gets delicious food out of it instead of a possible cold. You leave his dorm around seven in the morning with his phone number and an invite to come over whenever you feel like this again. With a new friend and possibly a new (healthier) method of dealing, your mood is reflected in the light skip in your step as you make your way back to your own dorm, knowing youâre going to skip all your classes today and sleep.
the shyest kisses in the universe yet they still somehow make you flustered af??
how does he do it??
but he always and i mean always smile into your kisses, giggling a little bit when he pulls back before he goes in to kiss you again
such a romantic as well
because heâs always one for those running hugs followed by smashing your lips together when he finally comes home
he just loves you so much and he wishes he can express all of those emotions through his kisses
(spoiler alert: he does ^^)
Lee Minho â
winner of the superlative âmost likely to kiss you in front of the boys and not care whatsoeverâ
he could literally initiate a make out session right then and there and if you do, the other members are like âguys pleaseâ
(not gonna explain what making out with minho is like though JFDKSJFDK)
very passionate kisser though!! puts 100% into his kisses, not the type for lazy kisses
however, his favorite kisses are ones of comfort, like when you need to reassure each other that everything will be okay
because he gets to pour every ounce of love he has for you into those moments :((
Seo Changbin â
heâs a begger HEâS A BEGGER
ây/n!! kiss!! kiss!!â
heâs like an annoying fly buzzing around you with only one goal in mind: to make your life miserable until you give him a kiss
but of course you give in after a short amount of time because you donât want him to be too sad youâre ignoring him :(
afterwards he becomes so clingy,, like a koala,, he can never get enough of you i swear
and then he starts to beg for more kisses like COME ON
donât worry though, if heâs not begging you for kisses, heâs giving you kisses himself ^_^
Hwang Hyunjin â
here comes mr plump lip man rocking our world
but really? the number one way to get him to kiss you?
to act cute T-T
which is really 24/7 according to hyunjin, but itâs those extra cute moments that makes him have the sudden urge to kiss you!!
thereâs a sparkle in your eyes? kiss! you give him a random bear hug? kiss! you pout?? itâs over for him, kiss kiss kiss!!
heâs also the type to grab your face out of nowhere and place messy kisses all over the place like a madman
âjinnie!! your kisses are so wet!â
âdonât care >:)â
Han Jisung â
his kisses are an embodiment of his hyper energy levels... like a happy lilâ quokka who just received a slice of cheesecake
he tends to kiss you out of pure excitement; maybe the group just won something or you cooked him a meal after a long day
itâs his first reaction no matter what, to give you a big olâ kiss on the lips!! or literally anywhere on your face!!
but this also means that thereâs a huge amount of unexpected kisses in your relationship
you could be doing literally anything and all of a sudden he runs up and gives you a huge SMOOCH
you never really mind though... except for the time he messed you up when you were playing that boss fight in a video game >:(
legend says heâs still apologizing to this day
Lee Felix â
literally the sweetest kisses ever... omg
they somehow manage to taste like sugar cookies and you donât know how he does it, but are you complaining?? no!!
must(!!!) touch you while kissing, whether heâs holding your hand or caressing your cheek or having a grip on your waist
it just helps him keep in touch with reality... like wow... you actually exist and heâs actually kissing you right now... how did he get so lucky?
and once he pulls away from your face, he goes in to crush you with one of his hugs WOW i really am murdering myself tonight
also: always takes the opportunity to call you cute/pretty/handsome/beautiful. always. and it never fails to make you flustered!!
Kim Seungmin â
his kisses are somehow very clean and crisp(?????), never too messy for his taste
but then again
he also always laughs when kissing you :((
itâs just a habit for him at this point,,
maybe itâs because of the whine you let out before the two of you connected lips or maybe itâs because the kiss was so sudden it caught you off guard
or maybe, just maybe, itâs because he loves you too much to handle and it just pours out a little too much at times
heâll never admit that to you, though ^^;
Yang Jeongin â
i am so in love with him just please be aware of that before you start reading this
innie used to be very shy with kisses, only giving you pecks if you asked for them
but the longer the two of you stay together, the more he starts to tease you with kisses
he becomes so cheeky with his kisses, itâs almost unfair :(
dodging your attempts at kissing him left and right, you pout whenever you miss and he just laughs evilly
when you finally succeed (maybe he let you win but heâll never tell you that), he celebrates with you:
âoh!! good job sweetpea! now here comes your prize.. :Dâ
and then he just suffocates you with kisses, both of his heads on the sides of your head so you canât escape his wrath
now im sad
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genre/s:Â comfort/angst to fluff, established relationship/domestic au, hyunjin x gn reader
wc:Â ~1.1k
warnings:Â reader is shorter than hyunjin but thatâs all !!
a/n: omg d.a. is back đ€ jsd i havenât been able to write for hyunjin for while because of ,,,reasonsâŠâŠ so iâm a little rusty. itâs a wee bit messy and poorly/sleepily edited BUT i hope yâall like it :)
âwhat do you do when you feel lonely?â you ask. thereâd been a brief moment of silence leading up to your question, during which hyunjin put his arm around you, pulling you closer as the two of you stand beside the bedroom window. neither of you could sleep. the sweeping sound of the nightly breeze is tranquil. but itâs not enough.
despite the chill of night, his presence is warm. heâd pressed a kiss against the top of your head, bringing you in to rest it against his chest before you spoke. when you did, his brow furrowed. concern. âlonely?â
âlonely,â you repeat. âlike when iâm not around. when it feels like nobodyâs around.â
âta da!â your best friend sets a plate full of white pasta, garnished with herbs, right in front of you. he wears a proud look on his face as he waits for your reaction. âpasta le felix, my specialty.â
your lips form an âoâ shape as you take a closer look at the steaming food, suddenly a bit overwhelmed by how much there is on the plate. âthis is... all for me?â
felix is clearly caught off guard by the first words that come out of your mouth, âwh- yes! itâs all for you! why, are you surprised because you havenât eaten much these days?â he goes in to pinch your cheeks as well, despite your whines of protest. âyour cheeks are losing its chubbiness too! thatâs not good at all, y/n. eat up while you can! iâll eat with you.â with that being said, felix goes to grab his plate of dinner as well. yet, he still waits for you to take the first bite.
with a bit of hesitance, you grab the fork next for you, sticking it into the gooey pasta and twirling it to get a small bite first. you feel felixâs eyes on your face as you take in the pasta into your mouth, chewing slowly.
then, all at once, the flavor explodes. the texture feels so nice on your tongue, the stretchiness of the cheese making your eyes widen, the hints of garlic and refreshing herbs burst your palate with excitement. itâs a feeling you havenât tasted in so long, after drowning for far too long in the feelings of your stomach growling and the boringness that comes with tiny, repetitive meals.
it tastes like home.
âso,â felix speaks up to ask you a question after swallowing his own first bite, a cheeky smirk planted on his face. âwhat do you think?â
you quickly shove the remaining food in your mouth to the sides of your cheeks, filling them up like a squirrel. thereâs a brightness in your eyes that wasnât there a few minutes ago, felix notices. âitâs so good, lix!â
âdonât talk with your mouth full, y/n! you might choke!â he says with an alarming tone, making you bring a hand up to your mouth and giggle, silently apologizing to him.
âhowever,â felix goes to twirl another forkful of pasta while speaking to you. âi hope this encourages you to eat more, y/n. you deserve it.â
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(felix and i would like to remind you to eat today if you havenât already! three meals a day is best for your body, so you can get enough energy to function for the entire day. take care of yourself! <3)
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genre: fluff, summer au, childhood friends to lovers au, beach day au
warning: explicit language
note: third installment to the skz cheese agenda (skcheese? lmao) + eun is the name of the mc from doll in this fic!
The occasional tourist would give you strange looks as they pass by, wondering why you and Chan would plant your tie dye mat and beach umbrella set so close to the waves crawling back and forth. The two of you have learned to ignore them over the summer years, however, too busy giggling over the way the water would tickle your bare feet on the hot sand and occasionally bring in the most random of objects.Â
Especially now that an entire academic year of the two of you separated in different colleges has passed by, this being the first summer that the two of you could spend together leisurely without the worry of school requirements or part-time jobs in the city.Â
As per your long-standing childhood beach tradition, the two of you compete in collecting 8 of the same things that you find under the sands or the waves bring inâthis time with a carefree conversation on just about anything and everything that youâve missed in each otherâs life the past 10 months. Itâs a tight battle this sunny Friday afternoon, with you guarding 6 olive shells in the space under your folded legs while Chan has a nice line of 5 cerith shells heâs worked hard in digging while ranting about one of his younger siblings hanging out with Seo Changbin.Â
member: minho
wc: 1.2k
genre: fluff, flirty best friends to lovers au, high school au, bad boy au, skater boy au, summer au, chaotic take on the nonchalant character a flirts back to greasy character b trope
note: dialogue is messy af idk i was tryna channel summ coming of age writing there or whatev + same universe as doll bc skz cheesy tropes agenda
Above yours and Minhoâs heads, the raindrops fall fast on the waiting shedâs clear roof with loud thuds. Simultaneously, some are also blown in the little dry space you could occupy by the cold gust of wind that accompanies the sudden rainfall, dampening your bare legs and roller skates uncomfortably as you sit on the lone wooden bench. When you crane your neck out to the edge of the waiting shedâs roof, the once clear blue and sunny sky is now covered with gray clouds and distant scattered lightning.
So much for skating with your best friend along the Han today. You sigh at this in defeat, leaning back and sinking down the cold seats with your hands crossed over your chest. âWeâll just have to wait the rain out, I guessâŠâ
genre/s: seungmin x gn reader, fluff, established relationship ?? crushes to lovers ?? you decide !! jsjd
wc: 400
warning/s: none !
a/n: this fic is based on a line from @gdaychanâs âpaint by numbers (until i find you)â fic, as per the recent @districtninewriters writersâ room prompt !! the line is in bold. i really, really highly recommend merryâs fic if u havenât read it already :) also !!!! thank u to everybody who answered my poll about who to write this about !! itâs pretty short but iâm really happy with the result & i hope u will be too <33
âthat one looks like a question mark,â seungmin says, lying beside you and pointing up at the sky. you place your hand over your mouth as you chuckle, partly scoffing at his observation. âwhat? doesnât it look like a question mark?â he crosses his arms and stifles a laugh himself, intent on proving his argument.Â
you adjust your position on the blanket as you squint your eyes and focus on the cloud straight above you. its artful whisps and curves undoubtedly form a shape, but it simply is not a question mark.Â
âââftm (female-to-male) refers to a transgender person who was assigned female at birth, but identifies as male. these people are awesome, lovely, brave, & valid !! (yes thatâs part of the official definition !!!! look it up <3)
part of my eight as fate event !! ( requested by @lixsmulletâ ⥠)
genre/s: fluff, skz x ftm reader
warning/s: mentions of dysphoria, mentions of periods, one very brief implication of transphobia (NOT IN REFERENCE TO THE MEMBERS DW), use of various pet names, swearing, my dumb formatting and commentary uwu
wc: ~1.5k
a/n: i hope i did this req justice !!! i made sure to do a lot of research on topics that might come up in this situation so i hope everything is accurate, but also inclusive for multiple types of people within the ftm umbrella. the descriptions might not be too deep but pls know they were written with a lot of care. OH ALSO i included potential pet names they might use !! i really really hope yâall enjoy this :) lmk what u think !!
note: just a little something i feel like i should put out into the world somehow (but not under independent means, so it seems lol). anw, i think im still on hiatus but hello! been a while
[11:57 P.M.] The elevator opens with an obnoxiously cheerful ding and bright white lights for 11:57 P.M. Hyunjin gestures for you to go in first with a shaky chuckle and you do the same with your tired smile even when itâs you going home.Â
He insists harder, anyway, out of habit. You always came first, even in the little things, it seems.Â
And you eventually do give in, a little easier than usual because itâs almost his birthdayâor so you say as he steps in after and presses the button to his left. âLâ for the lobby, 16 floors below from the roof deck where the birthday is untimely dwindling down.Â
