#nomad junho

[mingoooossii]

JUNHO - COMPARE 250208

[slytherinshua]

he drives me insane.

[fantasticmryang]

𝑵𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔

𝑫𝒐𝒚

Doy is definitely the canon route of the game, his face is on the cover and used in all the marketing. You, a seasoned visual novel player who's seen it all thought you had him all figured out. He'd be some sort of angry tsundere who's mean until halfway through the story. Oh how wrong you were. Doy is the sort of canon love interest who absolutely rocked your world with how much depth he had. He's an engaging love interest-- you only know just enough to keep you playing each chapter, hoping to learn more and more. He's the dependable love interest who's doing everything in his power to help the main character with the problems he faces, and tries to carry all the burdens himself. When you start reaching the end and showing him he can rely on others it's so rewarding, and it motivates you all the more to choose the right dialogue options and gain his trust. Eventually you become a fiend, doing everything to earn enough points to unlock the premium scenes where you can see him in a new light.

Think: Yamato from Psychadelica of the Black Butterfly

𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂

Sangha waltzed into your life like some sort of fae, playfully casting a spell on you with his mischievous sense of humor and warm smile. Sangha was the love interest who brings the main character out of her comfort zone, and dares her to try new things. He makes no attempt to hide his affection for the main character, and loves finding new ways to get reactions out mc. He's the tease route, but he's still an absolute sweetheart and simply wants the main character to have fun and forget life's worries with him. This is the route that's made from spun sugar and leaves you feeling younger and lighter.

Think: Isora from 7scarlet minus the whole "is he a murderer subplot" he wasn't so its okay

𝑶𝒏𝒆

You were not expecting Jiwon to have the chokehold on you like he did, but here you are. Jiwon's the golden boy, the loyal knight, the one who can do no wrong. And yet, his route will have you sobbing anyways. Jiwon will go to bat for you with a smile on his face no matter what. He doesn't just want you to be safe, but happy. He makes sure you eat in the morning and he's always a gentleman, holding doors open for you and sheilding you from the rain with his coat. He's the pure love interest, the one that has you constantly wondering aloud, "how can someone this lovely exist?" He doesn't! He's a 2d animated boy who exists solely in the confines of your Nintendo Switch! But that's okay, because every day, when things get rough, you can open up his route and hear him tell you how everything will be alright bc he's by your side

Think: Alkaid from Lovebrush Chronicles

𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒓

Rivr is the textbook mysterious and calm love interest. He seems so mature, so rational, and all you want is to be able to shake up that perfect world and see what he's like on his toes. Rivr is welcoming to everyone, but guarded with his emotions, unless you make the right choices and start gaining enough love points, that is. Something about the main character keeps him coming back for more, he wants to know how you see the world, what you want from life. Eventually you uncover a deep well of emotions, and learn a lot about how to treat people from him. He learns a lot from you as well. His whole route about be about making peace with life and your place in it, and would give players a lot to think about.

Think: Saito from Hakuoki

𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒐

Junho's the good ol' childhood friends to lovers route. And yet he's one that even the most ardent detractors of that trope can get behind. You normally don't play childhood friend routes, but he won you over by being the most supportive friend in other routes. Upon playing, Junho quickly becomes your comfort route, one you can play to relax as he and takes the main character to stargaze from rooftops or learn skateboarding from him. He's the gentlest giant and definitely the sort of love interest who is petrified at the idea of confessing. "What if I ruin our friendship!" Increase his love meter to get the rare, sought after ending where he initiates the confession instead of you.

Think: Hino from 7scarlet

[menacestome]

Nomad Concept trailer: Junho

[badtitude]

≡ YOUR SONG !! JEONG JUNHO

(in which you’re most beautiful melody in his life ๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) : 1218 words : fluff + gf!reader : this is literally just me working on my writing, i like how it came out but im open to advice/feedback + reblogs are always appreciated!!

Words sometimes feel so bland when they’re not accompanied by a melody. In many ways, he came to find that that was what you brought to the relationship, a sweet entrancing melody.

It wasn’t imposing, just a subtle sequence of the most beautiful notes. It felt like being lost in a dream, every time he’d set his eyes on you he’d find himself back in that musical paradise. Perhaps it was a spell you had cast on him, one that made everything synthesize with you.

It was always there, from the first time you met on that seemingly unfortunate Sunday morning. The day had yet to begin but it was already going against your favor.

An early morning after an eventful night, making your way home at the peak of the day hoping to stay in your bed for the rest of the day after a good shower. You had it all planned out in your head, but you just had to loose your keys. So you stood there in front of your dorm apartment, head resting against the door, trying to think of a solution but all you could do was doze off.

Once you put yourself to it, it was easy to find the keys. However it wasn’t easy walking all the way back to your friends’ place in the late October rain.

By the time you arrived you were drenched from head to toe, shivering from the autumn chills. You probably couldn’t remember his face when he opened the door to you, a mix of surprise and wonder. “How did you get into such a drastic situation?” was written on his face as he let you into the house, eyes lingering even though he was initially headed out.

Without thinking further about it he followed you in, shutting the door behind him. Your friends must have still been asleep for a stranger to be the one handing you a towel, taking your wet jacket off your body. You tried racking your brain for any memory of his eyes, as yours met his, for less than a second surely but it felt like a moment beyond time. You thought maybe you could remember his hands, that held gently onto you as he sat you down but he was entirely new to you.

Despite the fact that he was unknown to you, every move he made seemed so familiar. There was something so delicate in his allure, you couldn’t help but stare at him as he patted down your wet skin, from your face to your palms.

The feeling was mutual, from the moment he saw you he felt drawn towards you, at first it may have been a friendly gesture but as he got closer the feelings also evolved.

“I feel like you’re going to get sick if you stay in those. I’ll get you some dry clothes from Sangha.” He pulled the corners of the towel on your shoulder, wrapping you in the slight warmth it brought. A smile creeped up on your lips as he turned away walking off to your friend’s room.

It was funny in some way, it felt like he wasn’t supposed to be a stranger to you and yet he was. The more you got to know him the more you hated that he was ever just that.

In that day alone you felt something you had rarely ever felt, even less with a stranger. As you cleaned the house from the damages of the party with the goal of finding your lost keys, you got to know more about him.

“How come we’ve never met?” you looked up at him as you sat on the couch, holding onto the found keys you had been searching for together for the past thirty minutes. He walked over taking a seat beside you, resting his head on the backrest.

“It’s funny right?” He turned over to you with a smile, you felt your heart skip a beat at the sight. Your eyes fluttered as you looked anywhere away from him, you couldn’t even hide your flustered expression as his gaze followed.

Eventually you remembered you needed to get home since you had your keys and so you got up from the couch, blurting out words to excuse yourself without showing that he was the reason you couldn’t stay put.

“I’ll drive you, I have to head out as well.”

So you ended up stuck with him in a car this time, with no emergency exits. He, unlike you enjoyed the feeling you brought him even with the short time you knew each other.

Sitting there in the car with you through the damp roads cleared up the dulled out sound that had been resounding from the moment he opened the door.

It wasn’t a long drive to your place but for some reason it felt longer than walking earlier. You tried to keep your eyes forward towards to road but you never realized when your eyes ended back on him.

In the same way he watched you rest your head on the window, glancing from the road to his side where you were rested. The thought of placing his hand between the glass and your head through the slightly bumpy roads came up often but instead he tightened his grip on the wheel.

Eventually you got to your place, but it was harder to just walk away as you imagined you would do. You sat there for a couple seconds in silence before he spoke up for you.

While you saw the thundering in your heart as a warning sign, he felt it was a song that brought him closer to you, the louder it became the better.

Every step you took together from that morning lead you to this moment where your love for each other exceeds words. Without the melodies those words came with, there was a sort of vacancy waiting to be filled.

It just so happened that every moment spent in your company was the lost symphony that came to fill up all the words spoken. In every glimpse of a wrinkle that came with the bright smile that you wore, a string was plucked resounding an echo of a melodic sequence of notes. Just in that recurring sound he could feel a small buildup, like every fragment of love he had ever felt for you was brought back into his heart.

It always made you laugh, the way your smiles always resulted in a soft kiss. You couldn’t help smiling whenever you were with him, he was one of the only things that felt right in the mess of your life so you’d giggle, grimace, grin, unconsciously waiting for his lips.

The subtle curve that followed the sight of your own, watching him get closer to your face, letting his hands cup your cheeks as he watched your shyness resurface. Shaky eye contact the closer he got till the flutter as your eyes shut close, letting his lips press against yours.

Kissing you was like piecing the puzzle together, maybe that why he did it so often. Pulling you close enough to feel every inch of your body, tasting you delicately making sure to savor every flavor you brought with your beautiful song playing, the complete experience.

[kpop-bbg]

[slytherinshua]

ᨵ　CAT SCRATCHES　( 노매드 )

      summary . . . your boyfriend is tasked with petsitting your cat while you're gone.

genre fluff , crack fake texts , established relationship , ot5 nomad x reader   cw cat inflicted injuries lol , but no warnings rly   request no   note i love cats my cat slept on me for so long today and literally just got back on my lap as i typed this SKDJKS I CANT MY CAT IS SO CUTE   net @kstrucknet @chrimatanet

nomad taglist: @eternalgyu,, @hursheys,, @loserlvrss

[slytherinshua]

༄　IN THE WATER　( 정준호 )

genre fluff , established relationship , pro swimmer!junho x fem!reader   cw reader has a slight fear/dislike of water/swimming , i know like next to nothing abt swimming and esp next to nothing abt the olympics and i didn't care to research for this so just ignore it if anything is off , not proofread   wc 871   request @eternalgyu for junho + wet swimsuits for the 3k event   note holy shit i FINALLY finished the fic for my bias in nomad i've been going absolutely insane having not written anything for him despite him being my bias but the war is over !!   net @kstrucknet @daydreamnet

When dating a pro swimmer, one should get used to accompanying him to the swimming pool almost every day. 

That was what you wish you could have told your past self before going on that first date with Jeong Junho— pre-Olympic swimmer at the time. Now your boyfriend of three years, you were far too deep into the relationship to care about the inconveniences of supporting him in his sport. It was usually at the crack of dawn when he trained, no one but him and his coach in the massive pool at 6AM. You watched him dive, do laps, breath training, stroke practice, and anything else his coach instructed for that day from your swim chair in the corner. 

You liked watching him swim while reading or drawing, something mindless that could use the background noise. But the problem came with your lack of sleep, and even more grave, when he asked you to come in the water with him. 

You could swim… barely. 

You’d learn the basics as a child, but you were never good at proper strokes, even when Junho tried to teach you. And unlike your boyfriend, who had loved being in the water since he was a child, you preferred to be dry on solid ground.

Junho appreciated every time you came to watch him practice, and he made sure you knew too, by the abundant amount of kisses he gave you after he was done training. And it was no different today. It was his first practice back after winning a gold and two silvers at the Olympics, and you could tell his coach was going a bit easier on the training. A shorter lesson, and less intense exercises.

The usual 3 hour training was over in half the time and it was a surprise when he started walking over to you with a smile on his face. You knew that smile. It was one you should’ve been wary of. But the pride and affection that had risen after his victory a week ago was still lingering, and all you could do was smile back with shining eyes, ready to shower him with kisses as soon as he reached you.

Which is exactly what you started to do, opening your arms so that there was space for him and immediately pressing your lips against his. You didn’t mind that his body was still dripping wet from the pool, although his hair was fairly dry from being in a swim cap. You fiddled with one of the strands as he pulled back to say something, sighing close to your ear as he rested his cheek against yours and you carded your fingers through his hair.

“You should come in the water with me.”

You couldn’t see his smirk, but you could hear it in his voice. That slightly mischievous teasing tone that you both loved and became wary of. You should have known he was going to ask you that. And how could you say no? Certainly not when he pulled back to make eye contact, his gaze holding all the stars in the sky in them. And it was all for you he had trained so hard and brought home that many medals. All for you that he dedicated his hard work. His biggest supporter in everything. 

So, you sheepishly put on your swimsuit that he kept in his swim bag and sat by the edge of the pool, dipping your feet in but still hesitant to commit fully. He walked up to the edge, hands resting on your thighs and a patient smile on his face. 

“You trust me, yeah?” he asked softly. You barely processed his words before you were nodding and he was scooping you up in his arms, holding you steady as he walked further into the water. You froze up slightly, clinging to his bare shoulders tighter than was strictly necessary. But your body soon realized you were in no risk of any harm by the water and you relaxed in his hold. 

He smiled at you, excited that you had agreed to this. You rarely did, always finding some excuse to avoid getting in the water, even if it was on the shallow side of the pool. But you didn’t have it in you to refuse him today. And his excitement was enough for you to get over your own irrational fear. 

“Okay for me to let go?” he asked, pressing his lips to your jaw. You gave a slightly hesitant nod and felt his arms slowly loosen around your legs. You kept yourself afloat, getting comfortable with the height of the pool. You were a few steps away from the two meter line, and while you could not touch the floor, you knew it wasn’t too far down from your feet.

“How is it?” Junho posed.

“It’s sort of nice, actually,” you reasoned. Junho grinned at your words, even though they were still only half sure. You definitely weren’t about to pick up swimming as a hobby, but perhaps you would follow your boyfriend into the water a bit more often. When there was no one around except him to witness your fear, it wasn’t quite as embarrassing. 

nomad taglist: @eternalgyu,, @hursheys,, @loserlvrss,, @strawberryscentedd