Im just a silly writer who likes angst and making people cry;)
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I’ll add more as we go, but that’s it for now:D
I do not own any of the characters I write for, nor is any of it an actual representation of the people either. I do this for fun, it is all fiction: Creative work, all fake, not real!
hey guys, I've been dealing with a lot of personal things, as well health wise (not sick, but work injuries). I keep saying I'll come back, and I really want to, but in all honesty, my motivation is in the drain and has been for months. after a little while, I started feeling weird writing about real people, and then I think my motivation and creativity just went downhill. I tried to move on to fictional characters, and while I have many ideas, it's like I can't form them myself.
work has kept me busy constantly, and I've got accepted into a college! so, that will be my next concern. as I am trying to find motivation for writing still, I think I might change up what I write about.
I MIGHT still write for Kpop, but it will be angst, comfort, etc. nothing more.
the fictictional characters im thinking of are from MHA, the ones off the top of my head, at least. im watching other anime, so ill definitely expand, maybe even shows, as yes, they are real people, I feel like im writing for the fictional character versus the person who acts as them, if that makes sense. I view the actor and the character separately, if that makes any better sense.
just wanted to update those who do care, or.. something. just dealing with stuff.
GUYS- I’m trying my best to get motivation, to get back into writing and get some inspiration in some manner. I’ve lost all my mojo and everything creative in my mind, life has been difficult lately and I’ve been going through quite a few things, which I could update on later!!!
However! I am thinking about revamping my ENTIRE PAGE- so i might delete everything, revamp things and then post them. I will keep all my original dates in my screenshots, because i’m so extremely paranoid of my work being stolen/plagiarized, especially the Hanahaki Disease, MAJORITY of that is my own original idea that i did research on for!!!
I don't care if you like kpop, stan stray kids, or anything else. This is serious. The following message applies to all of you.
Everyone, please report the youtube channel “ @/felixs1andonly ”. He has made several extremely disgusting posts about stray kids member, Felix. Saying things like “ I can't wait to kidnap him ” and other horrible things that I don't dare mention. upon reading a very long comment, it seems he's also manipulated and abused another user.
he's made so many posts about wanting to have sex with Felix, making it extremely apparent and expressing it in such a disgusting way.
He's called the other members horrible, harmful, and damaging things. Saying “ bang chan is a p3d0phile, Lee know is rude, Changbin is fat, hyunjin is ugly, han is racist, Seungmin is ugly, and Jeongin is a monster ”. Idols like them already face extreme amounts of hate and oversexualization, but this time we are able to do at least a little about it.
According to several comments on this users posts, Bang Chan and jyp are aware of this situation. a stay said, “somebody told bang chan on bubble and they are taking action”. Another said, “Felix is not attending the concert the day felixs1andonly is going to attend one”.
The sad, horrid reality is that there are countless other people like this. Theres not much we can do about it, but when you come across these kinds of “ fans ” (sasaengs) DO NOT ENGAGE WITH THEIR CONTENT ! REPORT THEM.
I've seen claims that this person is a 10 year old, and while we don't know for sure, I truly hope he gets banned and his parents monitor what he does online. Because this is truly disgusting.
Apparently, he has been banned before but somehow managed to get the account back. He has an alt account, according to a comment he made on one of his own posts, saying its called “ @/felixies1andonly ”.
I wish for the safety and wellbeing of every stray kids member. I hope this horrible person gets banned and jyp ensures the security of his members of every group.
A link to his account. Once again, DO NOT ENGAGE WITH THE CONTENT. I DO NOT MIND IF YOU COPY THIS AND SPREAD IT AROUND, THIS NEEDS TO BE MADE KNOWN SO HE GETS REPORTED AND BANNED.
Felix solo Stan❤️
Bang chan is a PEDO
Lee know is rude
Changbin is fat
Hyunjin is ugly
Han is racist
Seungmin is ugly
Jeongin is a monster
EDIT : According to a comment on a short regarding his alt acct , this users name is Aiden and he is 17 years old . we don't know anything for sure , but I figured I'd add this .
hey guys!! so, it’s been a while. i’m alive and well! i have not been in a great headspace lately, and am still going through it a bit. but overall, i’m okay!!
i have little to no motivation for writing, as i have no ideas and when i do start writing things, i end up stopping because i don’t like it or don’t know where to go with it. like there’s no plot/point in it.
i would really appreciate if anyone had some suggestions, requests, or ideas!! i wanna try to get back into the groove of writing when i do have the free time!
i write for:
Stray Kids
Ateez
(as of now, that’s all- i am open to writing for TXT)
hey guys, this is personal and going to have triggering topics. you don’t have to read. it’s not important, i just some way to vent and let things out, i don’t have someone to talk to, not without feeling of a burden to them and ruining their day with this.
again, this does have triggering topics and is about me personally. if you relate, i’m so sorry, if there’s anyway i can help, let me know. even if it’s just by me listening and talking about things.
if you’re reading this, i’m so tired. so so tired. mentally, physically, emotionally, every way. i’m so tired and on the verge of just- you know. just so i don’t have to do this anymore.
i did something stupid, trusted people online, as in: a sugar daddy or momma, and i shouldn’t have. they don’t have any of my information, it was just fraud and i can’t access a mobile deposit. so it’s nothing major, it’s all okay.
but i told my father the basics of what happened, and he kept pushing to know more. and i told him it was nothing and i got it figured out, because i always went to the bank and talked to them about it. so its all okay. and he uses a different bank, so it had nothing to do with him. but he wouldn’t stop pushing and i told him that i didn’t want to talk about it and to just drop it. since he’s been home, he hasn’t looked at me, hasn’t talked to me, absolutely nothing.
i don’t think he understands how deeply that hurts, all because i don’t want to talk about what happened in fear of him being mad at me, or just pure embarrassment that i was actually naive to think it was real and to let that happen. and the more he kept pushing and getting mad, the more reluctant i am to tell him, even the littlest bit.
i don’t feel comfortable telling him, especially with how mad he gets. and now, with how he’s completely ignoring me, i just want to leave. as in go to a different place and stay, but i don’t have anywhere i can stay and take my dog.
and this whole life thing is so much. i don’t see the point anymore when im never going to be genuinely happy, in life or with myself. i don’t know what to do, how to to start. and even when i do start, or try, it backfires in some way. or i get yelled at for something i can’t even control.
i don’t want to disappoint people, but i don’t think i’ll ever be able to meet their expectations. they expect so much of me, i can’t meet them. im always upsetting people, or being rude to them, even when they’ve done so much for me.
i can’t pay for college, i can’t afford a living even when i do get a complete job and work full time. i can’t achieve what i want to achieve.
and as much as i wish i could just escape, i can’t leave my dogs or my family. even if they’re causing half the reasons that make me want to do it. it’s not their fault, i shouldn’t let it affect me like this, but i am. i can’t leave them, no matter what happens.
i’m not going to do it, as much as i think about it, i’m not.
So; if you notice, I have took down the Jealousy series. I don’t normally write any form of smut, I can imply it, but I’ve never actually done detail like that before. Even if it was the smallest detail, I still haven’t before and I took it down because I’m uncomfortable with having it up. It was one of my most popular works, so I apologize to those who liked it and looked forward to the rest of them.
I’m more fit for writing angst and similar things like that. But I will do text things still like that, but going into detail in stories, I don’t think I can/will do.
Hanahaki Disease is a disease that develops from an unrequited love.
Keep reading to find out more…
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Symptoms:
Tight Chest
Fatigue
Sore Throat
Fever
Chills
Sneezing
Allergies
Coughing up flower petals and blood.
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Voice Loss
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There are three stages of the Hanahaki Disease:
Victim will only cough up flower petals.
Victim will cough up not only petals, but full buds and fully blossomed flowers.
Roots will begin to fully take over. Sealing the victim’s air passages and suffocating them.
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Is there a cure to the Hanahaki Disease? ^
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There are two cures for the Hanahak Disease:
Hope that your beloved will have a change of heart and return your love, otherwise it will result in your death from suffocating on the roots. Or you can surgically remove the roots from your lungs, but in that process it will also remove your memories of your beloved. You will not remember them after the surgery, but they will remember you.
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How to slow the Hanahaki Disease down? ^
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Some herbal teas that sooth your throat can help slow it down, but not for long. It can delay the affects of the disease for, at most, two weeks. There is no certain way to know the amount of time you have left once the Hanahaki Disease starts to develop. All people know is: the deeper the emotions and pain are, the quicker it takes affect.
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Why are butterflies always coming around me? ^
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It is possible that you have started to develop he Hanahaki Disease without knowing. When the disease starts to take form and grow within you, even butterflies can smell the sweet flowers and will start to follow you. It’s been reported that those that have the disease will start to see more butterflies, having most off them land on their shoulders or face, almost as if trying the be close to where the smell is coming from. Even trying to pry into your mouth, which is what normally makes people notice the disease if they haven’t already.
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Why do I seem to have nonstop allergies? ^
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With the Hanahkai Disease, it will seem as if you have nonstop allergies. Allergies is something people usually get when it shifts from summer to fall, then winter to spring because of all the pollen in the air getting in their system. Therefore, having the flowers bloom right inside you, at the source of which would cause allergies, will make it ten times worse and have it happening constantly. You can suppress this symptom with simple allergy and cold medicine, but it unfortunately won’t completely stop it.
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How long do I have to live if I get the Hanahaki Disease? ^
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Unfortunately, it has not been determined how long someone has left to live once they develop Hanahaki. Some die within a month, some die within six months, and some die within a year. There have been small cases of people dying within just a couple weeks because of how strong their emotions were and how often they were in pain around their beloved. It seems as though being around the person you’re in love with causes it to progress faster. Being reminded of the unrequited love seems to also play a factor in the development of the disease.
It is advised to get medical treatment for the Hanahaki Disease, otherwise death is a guarantee if your beloved does not return the feelings.
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Why does my throat hurt so bad and I keep losing my voice?
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It is said that as long as you suppress your emotions, or you feel that your love is unrequited, the worse the flowers will get. That is already a known fact, but in some cases, people seem to notice thorns growing with the flowers. In those cases, when you cough up the flowers, the thorns will come with it and in the process, will cut up the inside of your throat, as well as your vocal cords. Eventually leading you to lose your voice for a while, until it fully gives out. Before it fully gives out, talking will cause immense pain.
Herbal teas are recommended to help this, but it won’t prevent it.
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Keep checking in as the status is subject to change and is always being updated with any new data collected about the Hanahaki Disease.
this isn’t a full description, just my little spin on it!! i have another post that i’ll link here that shows the information that i got from the web, other than those, all of this is my ideas and my take on the hanahaki disease!! <333
i only ask if you use any of it, please give credit where credit is due<3 i spent a while thinking and creating these extra add-ons to the disease myself, i have refused to look at any other hanahaki disease post (other than the one i already read) because i want everything i do with it to be from my own thoughts!
Synopsis: Twelve years you've been friends, a pinky promise you've kept. What would he do if you broke that promise? Would he also break it?
Content: TW!! SH is talked about, not detailed. Angst. Friends to lovers.
A/N: I'm not sure how I feel about this, I like everything up to the argument, but after that I'm not sure. I would love feedback<3
Remember this is all fake! This does NOT, in any way, represent the artist(s) mentioned!
"Best friends forever?"
"Forever!"
"Pinky promise!" They wrapped their pinky's around each others, reassuring the other they were serious.
What would he think if you broke that promise?
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Twelve years.
Twelve years of this friendship and you're breaking the promise? After supporting him through his first 'real' break-up. Through his acceptance on the baseball team, even if it didn't last long. He always went to you when something went wrong, after all, that's what best friends are for, right?
To support them through anything and everything, no matter how big or small the reason is.
To support them no matter who they dated Even if you were ditched for them because they didn't like the friendship, but its okay, they came back
To support their opinions, it shouldn't doesn't matter if it hurts or not.
To support them if they don't like who you're dating because they don't like your friendship break-up with whoever
To put them before yourself
To support them through challenging times.
To always support them, no matter what.
To support... Yourself when you need them because they're too busy, but it's okay. You understand...
Where was he when you needed him?
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Maroon is such a beautiful color. The way the color soaked into fabric was always so satisfying, so pretty to watch it be absorbed. For it to taint the pure fabric, shattering its innocence with one drop.
Pretty or not, it wasn't good. Why was this always the solution? Why not listen to music, draw, read, go to sleep- something! Anything other than this...
Is it because you sought comfort through a different pain? A pain that would make everything go numb, that silenced the voices? It gave you something else to focus on, to worry about. It made your mind numb and empty.
You found comfort in the deep end, drowning in your own ocean of problems. How could you worry when the waves put you at such peace? You practically floated along them now, so used to the tides and harsh waves, they didn't phase you anymore. They became your comfort space, your mind and body's home. You can't just abandon it.
You should.
You can.
You know you can, so why not?
"It takes it all away," you whisper, wrapping a bandage around your arm. "I don't think about it all anymore." You try to justify yourself, telling yourself that it's the only way.
How can you say that when you already work yourself to the bone? Is that not enough?
"No." You cut the bandage and stuck it to other bit, making sure it stayed in place while you put the rest of it away in the cabinet. "It doesn't make everything numb."
Just stop. Please.
You sigh, "I will." It was more so to convince yourself than anything else. Maybe this time you'll listen, you'll stop for your own sake. You'll find better ways, you swore it to yourself.
This time you made a list of what you could do instead, different ways to distract yourself from all the emotions.
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Maybe he was just blind. That had to be it, there was no other possibility. Twelve years of friendship and he can't understand how in love you are, not even when the other members point it out.
It's always: "No, we're just friends."
Friends? Just friends? Yet, every time either of you date someone, they despise your friendship. So, you're expected to break up with them, while he stays with them and ditches you? As if.
It wasn't always like this.
When you first met it was amazing. An amazing friendship, that's it. You didn't like him, he didn't like you.
You admired him for how outgoing he was, how smart and compassionate he was.
He admired you for how bashful you were, how smart and creative you were, how sympathetic and kind we were, even to those who treated you poorly. He admired you. How could the not when you always greeted the teachers and the other shy students? Sure, you were shy, but when it came to others being shy? You made sure they were seen.
By the third week you had noticed him (and he, you) a partnered project was announced, stating the teacher had already assigned the pairs, making half the class groan and complain.
You were pretty sure that you were the only one listening to what the project was about, but that's okay, it only meant you'd be ahead of everyone else. You knew it was for sure when it was said that the project was about the solar system and planets. Your favorite thing to research, it was always so interesting to you.
You didn't realize he was your partner until he was in your face, demanding to be talked to. You were already researching things, having your notebook that you designated to be about space already sitting on your desk.
That was the day you two officially met and started talking. You clicked almost instantly, plus he would never leave you alone, even after the assignment was finished. He basically kidnapped you to be his friend, not that you minded since he had some cool games and you got along fairly well.
Since that week you've been inseparable.
You learned he was going into the music industry, at least planning to do so. Just a couple, or so, years later and he became a trainee.
That was when you met Mingi. The three of you became quick friends. Suddenly anytime you went out outside of school, Mingi was there. It wasn't just the two of you, but the three. Absolutely inseparable.
Yet, after all these years, within just the past year you've started developing feelings for him. It was a bit baffling when you first realized it, immediately confiding in Mingi about it. He wasn't a huge help- well, he actually was, he helped you determine if it was actually romantic or not. When you came to the conclusion that it was romantic, he assured you that you could talk to him about it whenever you needed. Besides, he always thought the two of you would get together eventually, explaining that the way he looked at you was not "just a friend" way.
You really didn't think he looked at you in any other light than a best friend, that's it. How could you when whatever he talked about always involved some silly crush, not a real crush but like a hallway-crush. Anytime he went out without you, he always talked about some pretty girl he saw, and he was always so giddy, too. It was these moments Mingi started to second guess himself, did his friend really like you, or was he imagining things?
"No!" He had a huge smile on his face. "She was so pretty, and when she looked at me-" he let out a breathless chuckle- "I swear I almost fainted!"
Mingi looked at you with a sympathetic smile, nodding along with what he was saying. You both knew how he was, he found everyone pretty and gets flustered when they notice him. This was nothing new, but that didn't mean it hurt any less.
"Y/nnie!" A soft, low voice echoed through the dorm, quiet footsteps getting closer. "Y/n!" A head peeked in the room, looking directly at you. "Y/n, are you busy?"
You shook your head, standing up to greet the cat-like man, not noticing the way Mingi grinned when he saw his friends jealousy.
"Hey!" He whined, tugging your arm back toward him. "I was telling a story!"
"You tell the same story all the time," you retorted, breaking from his grasp. He looked offended, feigning hurt by throwing a hand over his chest.
"Come on, Y/n!" San pulled you to him, almost falling straight into his chest. "I'm taking you out on a date!"
Everyone in the room froze, silent and processing what he had said. San wants to take you out on a date? Since when, why, for how long? Can't he see you're busy?
"A date?" You repeat curiously.
"Yep!" He leaned agains the doorway in such a nonchalant way, the two one boys were growing irritated with him, especially when he they noticed the blush on your cheeks. "Treat you to a good day, a little platonic date."
A platonic date seemed rather nice, being able to get out and have some fun without a worry in the world. Take your mind off everything going on, off your best friend. Out of the whole group, San would be the on etc ease your mind and worries. Since you met, he just knew how to take your mind off things, how to make you forget everything going on.
"That sounds nice," you agree, taking San's hand as if he were a prince and you a princess, which he giddily played along, bowing to you as you curtsy to him.
"Wonderful, M'lady." He lead you out of the room and down the dorm halls, cornily spinning you around in a slow dance every other step.
"San!" You squeal as he spun you and caught you in his arms, dipping you. "You're so cheesy!"
"Me?! You started this," he teased, continuing down the hall, hand in hand. "You know he's jealous, right?"
You shrug, swinging your hands between you both. "Eh, he was talking about some pretty girl that he'll never see again."
"Maybe he's trying to make you jealous."
"Doubtful, I always encourage him, so it doesn't make sense."
"Exactly, maybe he doesn't want you to encourage him, but to tell him you want him."
"Maybe, but surely he would've told Mingi."
"Fair, maybe he's nervous or scared."
"I don't entirely care, I'm excited for what you have planned!"
"By the end of today, you'll have forgotten all about him."
"I'll hold you to it, my prince."
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Jealousy wasn't even the right word to use, though it was one of them. To say he was jealous was correct, but he was more..possessive than anything else.
Would he admit it? No, never.
He didn't even think he was jealous, or possessive, just annoyed San came and stole his best friend. When he was in the middle of a story too, and getting to the good part! He was sure you'd be proud of him for actually talking to the girl, acquiring her number.
Mingi was a bit surprised, immediately messaging you what he did. When he put his phone down he asked him why he got her number.
"To go out, why else?" He would answer, looking at Mingi like he was an idiot. What else would he do with her number?
Mingi was once again dumbfound, especially when Yunho continued to say that he planned on bringing her around the very next day... Your birthday. Did he forget the plans you made?
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"You can't be serious, tomorrow?!" The boys watched you scream at Yunho, face red and tears in your eyes.
"Yes, tomorrow! Everyone else is fine with it, why aren't you?!"
"Woah," Hongjoong stood. "None of us agreed, or said it was okay."
"I- You- Why is this such a problem?!" Yunho stood, hands flailing in the air. "It's never been one before, why now?"
"Who said it never was before?!" You snap, glaring at him with a hatred he's only seen once before, and even then, it's been six years since that expression was ever visible.
"If you're jealous, just say so! Sorry that I don't like you and never will!" As soon as those words left him a hand clamped over his mouth, eyes wide and hands shaking.
"Yunho," San seethed, standing in preparation to defend you.
"Are you serious?" You sat down, an exasperated laugh escaped your lungs. "That's what you think this is about?"
Yunho's head shook with panic, tears pricking his own eyes. "N-No, I- I didn't mean to- I didn't mean- I'm sorry..."
"Did you really forget what tomorrow is?"
"I thought we didn't have plans... Do we?" His voice broke, hands retreating to his sides.
"Are you serious?" You scoff. "It's my fucking birthday."
"Y/n-"
"Twelve years we celebrated together and you forgot it all for what? Some random?" His heart broke at your brittle voice, watching the tears flow down your face until it met the faint smile you had. One that seemed to physically stab him just at the sight.
"I- That's not-"
"What you meant? How is that not what you meant?" Your eyes met his, the hatred he saw before was gone, replaced with a pain he's never seen in all his time with you, even after family deaths, you've never looked at him like this.
"Y/n, you- You know- I-" deep breath- "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, I didn't know-"
"We had plans? You knew," you whisper, leaning back into the couch. "We've been planning it for the last month. You fucking knew." You stood, brushing off your pants. "It's okay, bring her over. It'll be fine."
"No, not when it's your birthday."
"Why does that matter now?"
"Weren't you just arguing that 'nothing special' is tomorrow?" Wooyoung butted in, eyes narrowed.
"I didn't say that!"
"No, but you heavily implied it."
"Goodnight guys, I'm gonna spend the night with San," whom followed you to his room swiftly, making sure Yunho didn't take a single step toward you.
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The next day, Hongjoong woke you up gently by shaking your shoulder, whispering to you that he had a surprise for you. When you whined and refused to get up, he picked you like a child and carried you to the common area.
Hongjoong wasn't only a captain, but a wonderful friend. He was always there when you needed him, even when you didn't know something was wrong. At times it seemed he knew you better than yourself, and your best friends. You could be having the greatest day, but then one look at Hongjoong and he's questioning you because your smile didn't reach your eyes.
Last night was no exception. Everyone knew you were hurt, anyone could tell. What they didn't know was how long you were up crying, how you were clinging to San's chest, the way he rocked you back and forth in attempt to calm you, how he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, planting soft kisses across your cheeks and forehead, thumbs wiping away your tears.
It wasn't because Yunho practically rejected you in front of everyone, no, but because he forgot your birthday all for random girl he met the day before. Out of all the times he's ditched you for someone, this one hurt worse than all of those combined. Twelve fucking years and he forgot your birthday, all for what? For someone he just met? Two days before your birthday? Like hell he just forgot.
Hongjoong sat you down on the couch and covered you with a fluffy blanket, one that the two of you shared often. Consider it your favorite blanket, a comfort blanket. He let you relax as he went to the kitchen, shuffling around, pots and pans clanged together, and from the sounds of it, them hitting the stove.
Soon enough, a delicious scent flooded your senses, drowning every thought you had and replacing it with memories of the mornings you'd wake up to Yunho cooking you breakfast. It never failed that after a long day, or week, you'd wake up the next morning to breakfast in bed. He always knew how yo make you feel better, to make you forget about your bad week.
After having breakfast in bed, well, on the couch, the captain sat beside you, sharing the blanket as you watched a show. It was originally a show you and Yunho started together, but after he kept cancelling movie night Hongjoong began watching it with you. The day was expected to go by slow, after the whole blowout last night no one dared to speak to Yunho, not even in attempt to comfort him. Who would when he blatantly rejected you without a second thought, and completely forgot your birthday? He couldn't even look himself in the mirror after it all, how could he? He just destroyed his best friend.
Yunho took his jealousy out on you, all because he was upset you went out on a date with San. He'd scoff at himself, why would he be jealous you went out with San, it was only platonic anyways. It's not like you were interested in him... Right? Why would you be interested in San? It's not like he's..totally fit or an amazing dancer, or his voice is like an angel... He's totally not super sweet and the perfect ideal boyfriend...
San would never hurt you out of jealousy like Yunho did. All over a platonic date that he took you on for your birthday because he thought you'd be spending the day with Yunho and Mingi.
Turns the opposite, you'd be spending the day with everyone but Yunho, who would hole himself in his room unable to face you. If anything, you'd actually be spending the day bye yourself. After breakfast and the show with Hongjoong, you'd promptly get ready and head out. The captain was the only one awake to bid you farewell for the day, planting a kiss on your cheek before shutting the door behind you.
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"Where is Y/n?" Yunho finally come out of his room later that night to see you, except you weren't there.
"Enjoying their birthday," Hongjoong retorted, taking another bite from his honey-bun.
"Yeah, I- Where? For how long?" Yunho paced back and forth behind the couch, hand threading through his hair.
"Since this morning."
"And you're not worried?! It's almost ten!"
"We've texted throughout the day," he shrugged, eyeing the younger man. "There's a reason they're not talking to you."
"Oh, really?" Without another second, he slipped on his shoes and left. No one had time to question, or stop him. He was gone and out the door, jogging down the sidewalk in the blink of an eye. His heart pounded against his ribs, eyes scanning everywhere he went for you. How could he be so stupid, hurting you like that?
"Yunho," Mingi muttered, looking up at him with almost the same amount of hurt on your face, but on his. "Sit down."
"But they-"
"You really think they want to talk to you right now?" His icy tone made the hairs on his neck stand, sputters of air was all he could respond with. "Do you know what you just did?"
"I- I wasn't-"
"Do you?"
Yunho was silent, slowly sitting down on the couch with his head hung low in shame. He killed you, that's what he did.
It was drizzling rain, dampening the roads and trees around. This type of weather may seem gloomy and depressing to most, but to you it was so pretty, an amazing time to sit outside and star gaze with the faint rain clouds in sight. Laying in the soaked grass in your favorite park was one way to relax, sure you would need to shower when you got home, but the comfort of a familiar place mattered more than a simple shower.
"Are you seriously so dense?" Mingi scoffed, cutting his eyes at Yunho with a fire in them. "Are you?"
"I don't- No."
"Then why the hell did you do that?"
"I was just... I was just-"
"Jealous?"
He nods.
Yunho's pants were clinging to his shins, soaked with the water from puddles he ran through. Labored breathing and shaking hands steadied themselves against a brick building, panic racing through his veins when he saw the park you used to go to all the time. It was a place that held many memories, good and bad, but that never stopped you from loving the place. There were nights he found you lying in the field by it, simply looking up at the sky.
"Why don't you admit it?"
"Admit what?"
"You're in love with Y/n."
There you were. Back pressed into the grass as you faced the night sky, just like you did all those years ago when he first found out.
"Are..you alright?"
"The stars look lovely tonight."
A small silence was shared as he looked up, admiring the shining dots in contrast to the black sky.
"You didn't answer my question."
"I don't want to lie to you."
Oh, how his heart sank.
"You don't need to lie to me."
You scoff, closing your eyes. He noticed the rain drops on your face wasn't actually rain, but tears.
"Last time I found you here, you..." He couldn't say it, a memory he fought so hard to say would never happen again. That he would prevent it from happening, that he would keep you safe. Yet, he did the exact opposite of what he promised.
"I first opened up to you." That was all that was needed to be said.
"Did you..?" He took his spot beside you, knees pressed against his chest while he stared straight ahead.
You didn't respond, the silence was his answer.
"Y/n-"
"Don't."
"I'm sorry."
"Shut up."
"I'm so sorry."
"Shut up!" You sit up-right, pushing him over on his side. "Shut the fuck up! I'm not a kid anymore!"
"You're still my best friend," he whispered, shifting to lay on his back, and just as he expected, you began to straddle him, fisting the collar of his shirt as you thrashed him around.
"Bullshit!" You shoved him against the ground. "Fuck you!" Another slam. "I hate you!" Another and you collapsed on him, body shaking with harsh sobs. "I hate you so much..."
"I love you, too."
"No," you gasped, "no, you don't."
Yunho delicately brushed his hand up your arm, feeling the rough bandage underneath the sleeve. "I do." His hand cupped your face, making you look at him. "I love you."
Your head shook, more sobs racked your body. "You're-" deep breath- "You're only saying that to make me feel better."
"Y/n-"
"Shut up!"
"I should've told you before, instead I let my jealousy get the better of me."
"You're lying..."
"Y/n." He forced you to look at him again, hand gripping your chin in such a demanding way, yet so gentle. His eyes searched yours, admiring the desperation he felt reflecting back. In a slow, tender movement, he pressed his lips to yours.
yesterday my mutual haze ( @pockettwinzz ) made a post about a tumblr account @/slutfornikii plagiarizing one of her works. i looked through the latter's account to see if anything else had been plagiarized and then made the decision to confront her in dms telling her that her posts were a copy of my friend and that it would be best for her to take them down and apologize, but her responses were baffling.
HAZE's WORK BESIDES @/slutfornikii 's post.
i quickly realized there was no use talking to someone who was not willing to admit to their mistakes. it also gave me the impression that this person is not mature enough to be a twenty year old adult as she claims.
moreover, her grammar skills from her texts clearly show that she does not have the level of writing skills (in english) to be able to write what she claims is her own and not copied. (the text screenshots are at the end)
today i looked through her account again to see if she had taken things down but to my dismay she has further copied another one of my mutuals jiah (@okwonyo) and another author i believe for the other post she has. if anyone knows who it belongs to please inform them!!
JIAH'S WORK BESIDES @/slutfornikii 's post.
THE TEXTS.
SHE ALSO CLAIMS THIS TO BE HER PHOTO, and you can clearly find this on pinterest.. it is baffling that she's doing everything even faking an identity (?)
this is so crazy- it’s the way they can’t seem to form a full sentence when messaging but can come up with a while fic that’s “not copied”??? and if their english is bad, understandable, but that further more proves that those fics aren’t their own. not only is there all this proof, but they speak like a child ?? i’m sorry, if i’m having a serious conversation of someone accusing me plagiarism (when the fics are actually mine, unlike this scenario) then i would not be using emojis unless we got onto a lighthearted conversation AFTER discussing the whole problem. and they’re older than me??
this is not an @ at anyone and I am so sure that nothing is ever written with bad intentions but I’ve seen a few too many blurbs that raise red flags and I just want to remind you all -
hard BDSM things like degradation, pain play, subspace, really rough scenes are not things that should just be happening on a casual hookup or a first time (unless there are very specific circumstances and there has been significant communication)
this stuff requires extensive communication!! boundaries! knowledge of what you like and don’t like and the same for your partner! it’s very vulnerable and for the extreme things implied consent is not enough! nobody should find it super easy to call you degrading things without asking if you like it first!
I know most things here are written as fantasy and we need to suspend our disbelief and that’s completely fine! if you’re into it, then by all means! but please just remember that in real life, consent should not just be implied.
and it can be very sexy to say “call me a whore, I think it’s hot” before they do instead of them just doing that? randomly? after telling you they’re into you? idk
Kissing in the rain is what I present to you because it was raining yesterday and I remembered my dream of kissing in the rain but my single ass can't so please kissing in the rain (I don't care which skz member it is whether it be one or all)
this will be coming soon as well, i’m having motivation for five different things right now😭and i’ll more likely make one for all the members 🤭
member doesn’t want to hide their relationship anymore but reader is kinda worried about it/ scared about members career and their own safety
do as you please with that
HAVE FUN LOVEY <33
thank you, dear<3 i did these as messages because I could form a full fic in my mind:( but i hope you like these, part of me doesn’t and does at the same time, augh. of course i had to my boy, Innie<3