JUWON... IT ME... EREN... do u rmmbr me i was hyunverse 😞 i've converted into neoism are u Proud of me
MY EREN !!!! OMG HOW ARE YOUUUU the rebranding is sooooo cool i love love it 🩷 i see you finally succumbed into the neo brainwash i am more than Proud 🫸🏻 keep that neo spirit in your blood honey
just a quick silly reminder to please check if your blog is open for tagging / mentioning ! ( i'm so sad because i can't mention some of the lovely people on my taglist 😔 )
if you don't know where to find it, you can go to blog settings > mentions > turn on everyone can mention me
okay that's all, you might want to ( hypothetically ) join my taglist by checking this link ( no pressure ofc LOL ) okay that's all i love u all mwah <3
LOVE IN SCRIBBLES — ten things han jisung writes in his love letters for you
han jisung x reader — fluff, teeny bit of angst
a/n: HIIIIII OMG WHAT (this is the first time me writing in ages) t____t nursing school sucked me dry (my brain included) please forgive me… also we finally reached 600 !! thank you so much my pookiebears 🙂↕️💗
bang chan / minho / changbin / hyunjin / jisung / felix / seungmin / jeongin
i. Has the world been treating you kindly these days, my love? I hope it has. Because if it hasn’t, I’m still here. You are my world anyway.
ii. I learned that nobody touches me if I look sharp. But you took the risk and told me you’re willing to do whatever it takes— even if it causes you to bleed. But my love, you never bled. Am I that easy to love?
iii. I always cry whenever I think about the time that we will get to the point where we will break up. Not that it will happen, but the thought of it just makes me sick to my stomach.
iv. I am not good with fragile things, but I swear I will love all that you unearth for me—your stinted roots, all the tenderness you’ve long buried.
v. And suddenly, all the songs I write are all about you.
vi. You know, I don’t fantasize or dream about having the perfect life. I just want to wake up happily, seeing the sunrise— and perhaps waking up somewhere safe, just like in your arms. I’m thinking about having a nice kitchen, bedroom, and a nice mini studio decorated by you or me (or us both) so you can still have all of me even though I’m working. I could be anywhere as long you’re by my side.
vii. I once believed love would be black and white, but it’s golden.
viii. It’s time to stop hating yourself for what others did to you, jagiya. It’s not your fault. It was never your fault.
ix. Ever since I started loving you, waking up doesn’t feel heavy anymore. Breathing isn’t as hard as it seemed. My anxiety turned into courage. My what-ifs turned into “I did it”. Working doesn’t drain me that much anymore. I am starting to live for 5 am sunrises and morning coffees. Heck, I don’t eat breakfast— but when you said to me that I should take care of myself more often, I enjoy waking up to sunlight, knowing there is someone who is looking forward to seeing and being with me. Perhaps love is something like a gentle embrace to my tired and weak soul— giving me an unexplainable refresh within. All I yearn for is to belong to something, to be contained with an all-embracing mind that sees me as a single thing and not a fragile glass that has been dropped multiple times, spreading its fragments on the ground. Yet you see me more than that, and I sometimes ever wonder if I even deserve that.
x. Whenever someone asks me what love is, I always say your name.
taglist : @agi-ppangx @ashracha @bluethemoments @wonootnoot @ruskzi | taglist form
YOURE SO PRETTYYYY AAAAAAAA TJE FIT AND HAIR AND MAKEUP AND EVERYTJING ATE SO HARD YOU ARE GORGEOUS A LIVING BEAUTY ABSOLUTELY SPLENDID 👏👏👏💜💜🩷🩷🤍🤍🌷🌷
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i’ve kept this for who knows how long because this is so silly and cute (and given the fact that i read this for countless of times). i miss you my meteornon 😭
BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out 🩷🫶🏻
i am CRYING why would u do this to me !!!! SENDING MANY OF THESE BACK TO YOUUUU MWAHHHH
LOVE IN SCRIBBLES — ten things han jisung writes in his love letters for you
han jisung x reader — fluff, teeny bit of angst
a/n: HIIIIII OMG WHAT (this is the first time me writing in ages) t____t nursing school sucked me dry (my brain included) please forgive me… also we finally reached 600 !! thank you so much my pookiebears 🙂↕️💗
bang chan / minho / changbin / hyunjin / jisung / felix / seungmin / jeongin
i. Has the world been treating you kindly these days, my love? I hope it has. Because if it hasn’t, I’m still here. You are my world anyway.
ii. I learned that nobody touches me if I look sharp. But you took the risk and told me you’re willing to do whatever it takes— even if it causes you to bleed. But my love, you never bled. Am I that easy to love?
iii. I always cry whenever I think about the time that we will get to the point where we will break up. Not that it will happen, but the thought of it just makes me sick to my stomach.
iv. I am not good with fragile things, but I swear I will love all that you unearth for me—your stinted roots, all the tenderness you’ve long buried.
v. And suddenly, all the songs I write are all about you.
vi. You know, I don’t fantasize or dream about having the perfect life. I just want to wake up happily, seeing the sunrise— and perhaps waking up somewhere safe, just like in your arms. I’m thinking about having a nice kitchen, bedroom, and a nice mini studio decorated by you or me (or us both) so you can still have all of me even though I’m working. I could be anywhere as long you’re by my side.
vii. I once believed love would be black and white, but it’s golden.
viii. It’s time to stop hating yourself for what others did to you, jagiya. It’s not your fault. It was never your fault.
ix. Ever since I started loving you, waking up doesn’t feel heavy anymore. Breathing isn’t as hard as it seemed. My anxiety turned into courage. My what-ifs turned into “I did it”. Working doesn’t drain me that much anymore. I am starting to live for 5 am sunrises and morning coffees. Heck, I don’t eat breakfast— but when you said to me that I should take care of myself more often, I enjoy waking up to sunlight, knowing there is someone who is looking forward to seeing and being with me. Perhaps love is something like a gentle embrace to my tired and weak soul— giving me an unexplainable refresh within. All I yearn for is to belong to something, to be contained with an all-embracing mind that sees me as a single thing and not a fragile glass that has been dropped multiple times, spreading its fragments on the ground. Yet you see me more than that, and I sometimes ever wonder if I even deserve that.
x. Whenever someone asks me what love is, I always say your name.
mark lee x reader — heavy angst, mentions of breakup, 0.9k words. taglist form.
a/n : omg i see a fellow dean listener !! sorry for the delay, i hope you enjoy this 💗
The gentle turn of the doorknob of your shared apartment with Mark permeated across the room. You immediately saw his back at the kitchen counter, preparing dinner.
“You’re late.” He turned his head to face you, greeting you with his rather exasperated face.
Your love for him is like a thorny rose in a field of tulips. You are willing to pick it although you know you’re going to bleed. Show me your thorns and I’ll show you my hands are ready to bleed—love can hurt and heal—and you are ready to experience all of it.
“Hi, baby. Uhm, something came up and I had to work overtime—”
“God, can you make a better excuse? I feel like I’m talking to a broken record.” Mark faced the kitchen counter again, seemingly uninterested in what you would say anymore. His words felt like a dagger stabbing into your chest, and with every word, the pain in your heart twisted even deeper.
You sighed heavily. “Alright, I’ll go upstairs for a while.”
There was no use in talking to him any longer. You were tired and you just wanted to lie down and shut out the world. Every day spent with him is exhausting in a sense. Fight, make up, fight, make up. It’s draining—soul-crushing, even. The hope that everything is going to go back to the way it used to be is slowly dissipating in your heart, much more in the spark of his eyes.
“You’re not gonna even defend yourself?” His words had a hint of mockery and frustration, making your blood boil.
You felt it up your spine. Everything feels useless, and everyone is just as annoying—no one is listening to you and no one’s gonna believe you, or so you thought. Anger is a dormant feeling and you’re worried it might explode later on. You worry that love can turn into violence. Love can turn into violence. You fear it might happen now.
“Because you’re not gonna listen. Every time I say something, you either appear uninterested or think I’m lying. Seriously? What am I even to you? Your emotional punching bag? I’m tired, Mark. This is not going to work.” You rushed upstairs with tears brimming in your eyes. You’re scared. You’re scared of the ever-so-warm love you have for him. You’re worried that it’s slowly ruining you, and you know that you’re going to let it destroy you. To love is to heal, and to love is to destroy.
You barely made it to the bedroom before the sobs overtook you.
The door clicked shut behind you, muffling the sounds of the world outside, but not the chaos within.
You sat on the edge of the bed, head in your hands, trying to steady your breath. This was not how you imagined your life with Mark would be. You thought of every single thing that might happen between the two of you, and this was not included in your racing thoughts. You thought it was going to sail smoothly and ever so lovely—with dreams of building a future with him—but it just turned into a daily struggle, each day slowly draining your already exhausted soul.
After a few moments, you heard footsteps outside the door. The knob turned slowly, and he walked in, his expression a mix of anger and regret. He stopped a few steps into the room, seeming to reconsider what he wanted to say.
“Look,” he began, his voice softer but still strained, “I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just... I'm frustrated too. We barely see each other anymore, and when we do, it's like this.”
You looked up at him, your eyes red and swollen. “But attacking me every time I come home isn't helping. I can't keep living like this, constantly feeling like I'm walking on eggshells.”
Mark shifted uncomfortably, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to do anymore. I miss you. I miss us. But every time I try to talk, we just end up fighting.”
“Maybe we’ve forgotten how to talk to each other,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “Maybe we’ve forgotten how to love each other without hurting.”
You stood up, each step away from him feeling like a piece of your heart was being left behind.
With that, you walked out, the door closing softly behind you, leaving behind a part of your life that had defined you for so long.
You stepped into the night, feeling the cool air on your face, a mix of melancholy and sorrow washing over you.
“I love you, but this is going to wreck me.” you sigh as you whisper your last message in the tranquility of the night.
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It’s been a year, yet he still finds you everywhere. He tasted you in the pancakes he made earlier for breakfast. The butter sliding all over it reminds him of the times he brought you to the most beautiful flower garden you’d ever seen. You ran with him all throughout the flowery scene until you had no energy left. The sun brimming through the window reminded him of you, the moments when you would greet him with a kiss first thing in the morning. Last night, he listened to your favorite song—every melody is like a glass shard piercing his heart. He regrets everything he said. He should’ve known better. He should’ve known how hard you struggled at work and with him. Your image is sewn into his mind in everything he sees. Did you think your absence could make him forget you? He cannot understand his life that has no you in it.
sing me a song, and i’ll sing it back to you — 500 followers & anniversary event .ᐟ
✦ you got a message from juwon !
⋆ hello everyone! first of all, thank you all so much for the 500 followers! thank you for all the appreciation and love you gave to this blog, and i’m going to shower it all back at you! also, this blog’s first birthday is fast approaching, so why not fuse the two milestones into one event? 😋 anyway, let’s keep going!
✦ ABOUT & RULES
⋆ sing a song to the ocean breeze and your story will slowly unravel .ᐟ all it takes is a song and the name of the person you love – all you need to do is to give me a song and a character and i will write a short drabble based on it 𓇼 ( for example, tattoos by artemas + taeyong )
⋆ open for all the fandoms i write in: nct 127, dream, and wayv + skz
⋆ strictly no nsfw
⋆ strictly one (1) character per request & maximum of three (3) requests per person only!
⋆ the event will end on the first of may, 23:59 (GMT +8)
⋆ any event requests i will receive after the time & date indicated above will automatically be deleted!
