100 SPECIAL💐💗
reminding you of their love for you - ot6
contains: fluff, lovesick members, lots of reassurance. it's just fluff galore honestly
a/n: thank you sm for 100, I genuinely and sincerely appreciate it.
SUNGHO
Dear Y/N,
You know what's funny? You spend so much time worrying about whether people will keep loving you, and yet I've never once had to convince myself to love you. It just happened so naturally that sometimes I forget there was ever a version of my life where you weren't in it.
I love how alive you are. I love how you get excited over things other people overlook and how your emotions always show on your face no matter how hard you try to hide them. I love that you care so deeply, even when it exhausts you. You apologize for being emotional sometimes, and every time you do, I want to tell you that your heart is one of my favorite things about you.
You know me. You know how I like things neat and predictable. I like schedules, routines, having everything exactly where it's supposed to be. But then you came into my life, and suddenly I started looking forward to surprises. I started looking forward to your random late-night thoughts, the stories that take ten minutes longer than they need to, the little moments that don't make sense to anyone else but somehow become my favorite memories.
And I think that's why it hurts me when you doubt yourself.
Because while you're busy wondering if you're enough, I'm standing here wondering how someone as wonderful as you still hasn't realized how easy she is to love.
You don't have to become softer or quieter or less emotional. You don't have to earn my affection by pretending to be okay all the time. I love you when you're happy and when you're upset. I love you when you're confident and when you need reassurance for the hundredth time.
I love you on the days you love yourself, and I love you even more on the days you don't.
I hope one day you see yourself the way I see you.
Until then, I'll keep reminding you.
RIWOO
Dear Y/N,
I know I'm not always good at saying things like this. Most of the time I'd rather make a joke or quietly sit beside you than try to explain how much you mean to me. But there are moments when I look at you and think, there's no way she understands how loved she is.
I love watching you exist.
That sounds strange, doesn't it?
But I do.
I love watching you decide what dessert to order and somehow change your mind three times before choosing the very first thing you pointed at. I love how you tell stories with so much enthusiasm that I forget what the story was even about and just end up staring at you instead. I love how comfortable silence feels when it's with you.
You make ordinary things feel important.
You make me want to leave the house when I don't feel like talking to anyone. You make me laugh when I've convinced myself I'm in a bad mood. You make me feel understood without demanding explanations.
I don't think you realize how rare that is.
Sometimes you ask me if I still like you when you're insecure. You ask it casually, like you're joking, but I know you're not.
And every time I want to say, "How could I not?"
How could I stop loving someone who is kind even when she's tired? Someone who gets excited over tiny things? Someone who tries so hard to make the people she loves feel special?
I know you see your flaws first.
But I see your heart first and I don't think I'll ever get tired of it.
JAEHYUN
Dear Y/N,
I wish I could lend you my eyes for one day.
Not forever. Just one day.
Because I think you'd finally understand why I look at you the way I do.
You'd see how your smile changes when you're genuinely happy. You'd notice the way your eyes light up when you're talking about something you love. You'd realize how naturally people gravitate toward you, how comfortable they become around you, how much warmth you carry without even noticing.
You spend so much time wondering if you're enough.
Meanwhile, I'm over here thinking you're unbelievable.
I know there are days when you feel insecure. Days when you compare yourself to other people and convince yourself they have something you don't. And every time that happens, I wish I could shake you a little and ask if you've forgotten who you are.
You're funny, you're thoughtful, you're brave in ways you don't give yourself credit for.
You keep loving people even after being hurt. You keep trying even when you're scared. You keep showing up as yourself in a world that constantly tells people to be someone else.
Do you know how incredible that is?
I don't love some perfect version of you.
I love the girl who laughs too loudly. The girl who overthinks texts. The girl who gets embarrassed and hides her face in her hands. The girl who asks me if she's annoying and then immediately starts talking again before I can answer.
I love every version of you and if I have to spend the rest of my life convincing you of that, honestly?
That sounds pretty fun to me.
TAESAN
Dear Y/N,
You have this habit of looking at yourself like you're a problem waiting to happen.
I hate it.
Not because I'm annoyed with you, but because I know you so well now, and every bad thing you think about yourself feels absurd to me.
You think you're too emotional.
I think you care fearlessly.
You think you're too much.
I think you've never once given me a reason to want less of you.
You think you'll eventually become difficult to love.
I think that's impossible.
You know, before I met you, I thought love was supposed to be dramatic. Big moments. Big feelings. Something overwhelming.
But loving you is strangely quiet.
It's remembering your favorite snack when I'm at the store.
It's hearing a song and immediately wondering if you'd like it.
It's reaching for my phone because something funny happened and realizing you're the first person I want to tell.
You've become part of the way I experience the world.
I don't know when that happened.
I just know that now, whenever you doubt yourself, it feels personal.
Because I love you so much that I can't understand how you don't.
I know you're not perfect.
You overthink.
You get insecure.
You cry over things you pretend don't matter, and none of that has ever made me love you less.
If anything, it's made me love you more.
Because you're real.
And Y/N, I would choose your imperfect, messy, emotional self over perfection every single time.
LEEHAN
Dear Y/N,
I was watching my fish today and thinking about you.
Which probably isn't surprising anymore.
You laughed the first time I compared you to the ocean, remember? You said it was cheesy.
Maybe it was.
But I meant it.
Because you have this quiet depth to you that people don't notice immediately. They see your smile or hear your laugh and think they know you. But I know how much you think before you speak. I know how deeply you love. I know how many worries you keep hidden because you don't want to burden anyone.
And I wish you wouldn't carry those worries alone.
I wish you could see yourself the way I do.
You are gentle.
You are bright.
You are endlessly interesting.
I could listen to your thoughts for hours and still want more.
You don't need to become extraordinary because you already are. Not in some dramatic movie kind of way. Just in the small, everyday ways that matter most.
The way you remember things.
The way you care.
The way you make people feel seen.
You make my world softer, calmer and brighter.
And I hope you never doubt that you deserve to be loved.
Because if loving you has taught me anything, it's that some people don't have to try to be special.
They just are.
WOONHAK
Dear Y/N,
I think if someone asked me why I love you, I'd accidentally talk for three hours.
Seriously.
I'd start with something simple like, "She's really cute," and somehow end up explaining how your laugh can fix my mood or how I still get excited every time you text me even though we've talked a thousand times already.
I love you loudly.
I don't know how to do it any other way.
I love celebrating your tiny achievements like they're national holidays. I love hyping you up when you're doubting yourself. I love hearing your opinions, even the ridiculous ones. I love the way you get excited and talk faster and faster until your words start tripping over each other.
And I know sometimes you get scared.
I know there are moments when you ask yourself, What if I'm not enough?
But Y/N—
You are enough for me on your happiest days.
You are enough for me on your saddest days.
You are enough when you're confident and enough when you're crying in my hoodie because the world feels too heavy.
Nothing you do could make me wake up one morning and suddenly decide you aren't worth loving.
Because loving you isn't a decision I keep making.
It's become part of me.
As natural as breathing.
As easy as smiling when I see you, and if you forget that tomorrow, I'll tell you again.
And the day after that.
And every day after that too.
Because that's what loving you means to me.
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