LOGGING IN ｡ ｡ ｡ With Find my Lover on the rise, it only makes sense to take down Soulmate Tracker once and for all. As one of the creators of Find my Lover, you have been tasked with going undercover as a client of the rival service to complete your team’s goal. However, things go completely wrong when instead of sticking to the plan, you find yourself falling for Han Taesan—the very person who could jeopardize everything you worked hard for.
OR IN WHICH What was supposed to be an easy plan to take down competition quickly spirals out of control—your mission now in shambles, leaving you torn with the possibility of being with someone unexpected.
MATCH FOUND ➜ han taesan x fem ! reader ──────
LOADING DETAILS ↻ social media au, school au, fluff, a little bit of angst, crack, she fell first / he fell harder, secret identity kind of thing, strangers to lovers
OTHER SEARCHES ⌇ boynextdoor ( all mems ), illit ( iroha and minju ) zerobaseone ( gunwook ) enhypen ( riki ) + other brief idol mentions ( sunghoon, anton, yuna, jiwoo + tba ?! )
WARNINGS AHEAD ➜ language/profanity, insults/bickering, random timestamps, moments of denial ? (how’d u think i dragged this out 🫰), a little bit of misunderstandings ( ? ) + more will be added if any !
STATUS ↻ COMPLETED [ 4/30/25 — 8/18/25 ]
EDITOR’S NOTE ⌇ ihankaji smau cb !! this is what i’ve been doing all this time… thank you @flwoie for passing along and trusting this idea of hers with me 😭🙏 consider this as another universe of “soulmate tracker” and to check it out! and of course, this is dedicated to @riumori ♡ because i 爱 her & smau4smau 😽 !! happy birthday my love ♡ !!
as always, playlist is linked in title ‘soulmate undercover’ !!
PROFILES ──── the trackers & the finders
THE CHAPTERS › prologue — bootleg tinder
001 › ROBLOXGAMER2984 NOOOO
002 › i’d like to Thank the academy
003 › it’s just the instigator in me..
004 › We got em boys 😂🙏
005 › Delete for ur Bro pls ❤️?
006 › i just said anyone BUT you
007 › all these jabs coming from left and right 💔💔💔
008 › that’s heat!
009 › what’s up youtube!
010 › the dumb dumber and dumbest trio
011 › Yoo…. chill with that 😅
012 › no one batted an eyelash
013 › YOU GOT GHOSTED AHHHH 😝
014 › MY SECRET SPY IN ACTIONNNN
015 › your stare is LETHAL…
016 › She’s right behind me isn’t she.
017 › WHATTHELLDOIDO ( + 0.3K+ WP )
018 › High…. Definition….
019 › Someone pass me the blunt.
020 › we should’ve been a match…. ( + 0.3K+ WP )
021 › she’s YOUR client 🤍
022 › YOU PLAYERRRR
023 › calligraphy partner ( 3.4K+ WP )
024 › so weird (lovingly) 💔💔
025 › the power of love never fails…
026 › 150k words of slowburn
027 › K I S S I N G in a tree…
028 › this is our st owner guys….
029 › mr. love expert?
030 › forgot that even existed
031 › why do i feel like i should care?
032 › you 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷’𝓽 get it…
033 › listen to the lovergirl (my heart)
034 › late nights are full of starlight. ( + 0.9K+ WP )
SYN. your “girlfriend privileges” take you quite far
(𝕰𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋) . 한동민 x fem!reader ✶ 1.2K . . . 男の子 fluff, idol x idol, skinship, #뮤직… CUE!
note . i wrote this so delirious bc im sick as fuck i still am but i kinda hate this so sorry if it’s buns
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you never understood “girlfriend privileges” until you started dating a barely chalant emo boy a few months ago. of course, there were things you noticed without anyone pointing it out to you-- you weren’t entirely unaware.
girlfriend privilege #1: you knew his cold exterior crumbled when he so much as looked at you, often sporting a soft lovesick smile ever since you guys started talking.
girlfriend privilege #2: you knew he only allowed you in his studio because you’re the only person who doesn’t piss him off while he works and because you, in his words, are his muse.
girlfriend privilege #3: he lets you smush his face or smother him in kisses when you feel the urge. you quite literally watched leehan attempt to do the same thing, but your boyfriend slapped his hand away before he could even try
you really thought you were aware of everything that taesan let’s slide for you just because you’re his girlfriend. that was until this morning.
you slept over at his dorm like usual when your schedules aligned slightly for the week. the great thing about working at the same company meant similar schedules and dorm buildings in the same area, so it wasn’t uncommon for you two to be sleeping over when it was convenient. plus, waking up to his face buried in your neck and his arm wrapped tightly around your waist was always something you looked forward to.
you inhaled sharply as you carefully turned in his hold, grazing over his sleeping face. girlfriend privilege #4: he only really let you be this close to him while he slept. and somehow, like every other day, he smiles in his sleep and murmurs something along the lines of “like what you see?” it’s like clockwork for you now, but you two never get tired of it. you both are impossibly close and whisper to each other when you talk as you simply bathe in the quiet that you know is going to be short-lived. and after the adjustment of waking up is really done, he pecks your lips and pulls you out of bed with him to start the day.
privilege #5: he lets you doll him up however you want. he very simply lets you put the pink piggy headband on him that you bought just for when you’re at his place. he would usually hate it, but it’s you and the big huge smile that fuels him through the day that’s doing it, so how could he say no to that? when he’s brushing his teeth with his decorated headband on, he’s also pulling you into his chest and hugging you while you wake up.
he turned your chin to face him after you finished washing up and kissed you sweetly, muttering something about how he would save the extra skincare you got him for after his morning shower. and don’t worry, he made sure to tell you to help yourself in the kitchen and make yourself at home when you leave his bathroom (like he always does).
before you left for the company, you wanted to throw something comfortable on and eat breakfast while you’re here, so you made your way to taesan’s closet and threw on the first hoodie you saw, along with your own wide leg sweatpants you left over before. usually, he would put his clothes on you himself when you slept over, so you really didn’t think anyone would mind.
when you stepped into the common space, you greeted jaehyun and riwoo, who were both standing at separate ends of the kitchen doing their own respective things. they had grown accustomed to seeing their bandmates girlfriend come over, so seeing you was nothing new.
“hey y/n- oh my…”
jaehyun looked up at you from his place at the sink, but the words died on his tongue when he looked at what you were wearing. your eyebrow perked up in question at his now nervous face.
“um, hi jaehyun… why do you look like someone’s holding you at gunpoint?” riwoo snorted at the comment until he turned his head to look at you too. now he’s stuttering and repeatedly looking between you and jaehyun.
“because you might be held at gunpoint y/n-- is that dongmin’s hoodie?” you look down at the hoodie that’s practically swallowing you whole. “yeah? what? is it cursed or something?”
“taesan NEVER-- and i really mean never-- lets anyone borrow his clothes. like he seriously gets mad at us if we do.” your eyebrows raise in surprise now, feeling slight concern. was pulling the hoodie out of his closet yourself an invasion of his privacy? he never told you, nor had he ever given you the impression, that he hated when other people wore his clothes. you didn’t want to be the kind of girlfriend that oversteps boundaries or makes him uncomfortable.
“did he give you that hoodie himself?” riwoo asks, placing a bagel in front of where you sat at the island.
“no, i just pulled it out of his closet.” riwoo and jaehyun simultaneously hiss, sparking a panicked “what??? wait guys, am i in trouble??”
“i don’t know y/n… maybe you should change before he gets out of the shower. for your sake.” you immediately push your chair out and turn around to make your way to your boyfriends room. just to your luck, taesan turns the corner of the entrance to the kitchen and collides with your smaller frame. he's quick to pull you into him, however, making sure your okay after that abrupt collision. you look back at riwoo and jaehyun in panic as you watch them immediately turn back to what they were doing before you got there, riwoo even whistling to avoid the potential conflict that might arise from you wearing taesan’s prized hoodie. you turn back to your boyfriend’s concerned face and sigh.
“why didn’t you tell me you don’t like when i wear your clothes?”
“i love when you wear my clothes.”
his response was almost instantaneous, as if that was the dumbest question you could’ve asked him. suddenly the boys in the kitchen who were once “preoccupied” were now yelling out in protest. taesan, who still confused at what caused you to even ask such question, is more peeved at the fact that he can’t have a peaceful morning with his girlfriend. he just sighed and wordlessly turned you around, pulling you flush against his front while draping an arm over your chest and shoulders.
“you yell at us when we wear your clothes??!”
“yeah, cause i’m not in love with you guys.” you look up at him in shock while jaehyun is practically yelling at the “unfairness of it all.” taesan simply looked down at you and twitched his head to acknowledge your gaze.
“go sit back down and eat-- and don’t listen to whatever these dumbasses tell you.” he kissed the top of your head and guided you to where you were sitting before.
“i’m sick of these girlfriend privileges, han dongmin. if i give you a big kiss, would you let me wear your clothes?” you and riwoo laugh as taesan leans over the counter and knocks jaehyun upside the head, causing even more protests from the boy. settling down, other than the quiet grumbling from jaehyun, you all ate breakfast together at the counter.
you turned to look at your boyfriend, who was mindlessly chewing on his bagel with his phone in his other hand. grabbing his face to give him a big kiss on his cheek, he scrunched his face like he always does, smiling into his bagel as you let go.
girlfriend privilege #6: taesan lets you do anything you want-- even let’s you wear his clothes, because in his words, he’s only in love with you.
𝓹recis ⠀ : ⠀your boyfriend, han dongmin, isn’t the biggest fan of public displays of affection, preferring to maintain his nonchalant image. however, when you come home with a sore throat, his inner romantic pops out instantly.
ᅠ 한태산 ⠀⠀◜◡◝ ⠀⠀𝒇 reader ⠀wc 1.2k ⠀ genre fluff established relationship ⠀ contains mentions of food skinship pet names sickness (sore throat) ⠀ note i’m sorry LOLZ this is suuuuper self-indulgent coz. i am unfortunately Sick ⠀ tagging @a-dream-bookmark ,@/k-labels , @k-nets , @k-films , @sgz-net , @onedoornet
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Dongmin knew, from the moment you stepped into the house, that there was something wrong with you.
“Welcome home, baby,” he says the second he hears the door open. He’s sitting in the living room, brainstorming some ideas for his upcoming song. He looks up to you, eyebrows furrowing immediately after seeing a blank look on your face.
The only response he gets from you is a hum. You huffily open your shoes, setting your coat aside, and walk into the bedroom you share with Dongmin.
Dongmin watches in pure silence as you do all this, concern clouding his thoughts. He knows, immediately, that you’re feeling off—you didn’t run straight into his arms after coming home from your work shift.
“Y/N? Darling?” he calls, pausing to hear for any replies.
And after a few minutes of getting silence as your response, Dongmin grunts and jumps off the couch. He tosses his notebook aside, bolting towards your shared bedroom. He stops his momentum as he bumps against the doorframe, a little perplexed seeing you plopped on the bed, face flat down, still in your work clothes.
The unusual change in your usual behaviour irks him.
“Baby,” he says softly, “are you mad at me?”
Dongmin asks cautiously, remembering that he didn’t pick you up from work today due to a meeting with the band he’s producing songs for. It’s part of the way Dongmin shows his love for you—he’ll spend extra money on bus tickets just to accompany you on the way to work, even though your workplace is the opposite of his own.
“No…” he catches a muffled reply from you, weak and tired. Dongmin takes this as a chance—he steps closer to you. His steps are swift yet quiet, and once he’s by the edge of the bed, he shoves his hands into the pockets of his pants. He isn’t used to being the one offering physical affection, so he’s a little unsure of the next move he should be making.
“Then… What’s the matter, baby?”
Dongmin has his eyes trained on you, quick to catch any kind of response from you. He’s immensely worried—you’re not usually like this. On normal days, you’d spend your evenings talking about your day, telling him about the little things that made you smile today as the two of you take the bus to go home. Usually, Dongmin would enjoy the view of the sun setting into the horizon with you on his lap, taking a nap to recharge after a long day.
You sluggishly turn, whining. “I don’t know…”
“You don’t feel good?” Dongmin asks, sitting next to you. Still laying down, you nod.
“Yeah,” you say, clearing your throat immediately after. You pout, inching closer to Dongmin. Noticing your actions, Dongmin adjusts his sitting position to let you lay your head on his lap. You settle yourself comfortably, melting into his warmth.
“This feels so much better,” you murmur.
“Yeah?” he breathes, smiling softly.
The two of you spend quite some time together—Dongmin stroking your head gently as you close your eyes for a few moments. He’s not a big fan of grandly expressing his love for you—he prefers loving you in the little, simple things in life. But today, he just feels like it—it’s quite tiring pretending to be so nonchalant when all he and the biggest romantic side of him wants is to pepper you in his affection.
Dongmin is lost in thought as he’s gazing upon you—how gentle and beautiful you look even when your eyes are closed, and how lucky he truly is to have you as the love of his life. He leans down, kissing your forehead, and is surprised at how abnormally warm your skin feels.
Dongmin places a hand on your forehead. Warm. He frowns, placing his hand on your neck and face. Still warm.
“Darling,” he calls, his voice gentle as his kiss on your nose. Your eyes flutter open, and he holds your gaze. “Are you sick?”
You clear your throat, clearly uncomfortable as you do so. “Am I?”
Dongmin opens his mouth to speak, but is interrupted by a fit of coughs from you. Both of you widen your eyes, and you immediately sit up.
“I’m sorry for that–”
“You’re sick.”
You blink profusely, confused. “What?”
“You’re sick,” Dongmin says, matter-of-factly. Without missing a beat, he rushes to the closet and comes back a quick second later with his hoodie—your favourite one to steal from his wardrobe. He hands it to you, his brows crossed in a serious expression.
“Here,” he says.
You take it from his hand. “What are you–”
“Go change—” he says, quickly kissing your cheek before darting out of the room. “—I’ll be back!”
You oblige to his words, changing into the Dongmin’s hoodie and some comfortable pants. You walk out of the bedroom, hating how you’re coughing every two minutes. A sweet, tangy smell attacks your nose, and you dash to the kitchen, seeing Dongmin cutting up a pineapple. You can’t fight the smile that immediately erupts on your face, finding his focused expression adorable.
You cough again, breaking the comfortable silence in the apartment. Dongmin looks up at you, and his eyes instantly light up at the sight of you. He smiles, a kind of fuzzy feeling filling up his chest seeing you comfortable in his clothes.
“What are you doing there? Go rest,” he says, using his head to signal to the direction of the bedroom.
You purse your lips. He’s right, but you just wanna stand there and watch him do his thing—remembering the tiny details about you, effortlessly doing them for you. Dongmin is cutting pineapples, meticulously picking out the spiky leaves out of the sweet fruit’s flesh—all because he knows that you love eating pineapples whenever you have a sore throat.
“Where did you get the pineapple?” you ask, approaching him.
Dongmin scoops the cut-up fruit from the cutting board and into a bowl. “I happened to have one,” he answers, flashing you an ‘innocent’ smile that you know is hiding mischief behind it.
“You ordered it, didn’t you?” you question, narrowing your eyes at him. Dongmin snickers, shrugging his shoulders.
“Now, my dearest darling,” Dongmin says, the bowl of pineapple in one hand and another on your back. He guides you to the bedroom, grinning widely. “Let’s cosy up, shoo the sore throat away with some pineapples and a good kdrama?”
Your face lights up with the mention of Dongmin’s brilliant idea. “But you don’t like watching dramas,” you point out as you climb onto bed.
Dongmin, the stupidly handsome grin still on his face, replies cheekily. “Well, I’ll watch them for you.”
“Why?” you ask, suspiciously glancing at him.
“Because I love you,” Dongmin says in a sing-song tone, leaning in to give you a swift kiss.
You giggle into the kiss, already a pink mess. You bury yourself into Dongmin’s hoodie, letting his familiar and comforting scent engulf you as you wait for him to settle next to you.
You then wrap your arms around Dongmin’s waist, head snugly against his chest. You spend the rest of the night binge-watching a comfort show that you’ve seen multiple times—letting yourself rest, already feeling better with Dongmin feeding you pineapples, knowing that he’s secretly enjoying being the openly affectionate one. Your heartbeats align with one another, and you slowly drift to sleep in peace, forgetting about the annoying feeling of a sore throat.
Honestly, any pain is tolerable when you’re with Dongmin—his presence is already enough of a medicine for you.
"keep your head up for me sweetheart, i'll be quick, i promise," you gently whisper to taesan as you carefully pat the milky toner into his skin. its late and your boyfriends worn out after a long day at work. however you both know the importance of skincare; especially in a work field like his. sometimes it's just a bit more.. difficult.. with your really tired boy.
"sleep.. please.. m' tired.." his words slurred, chin slowly dropping to his chest.
"i know, precious. hang in there for me," you murmur, gently brushing a strand of hair away from his face. "almost done."
his eyes flutter, struggling to stay open. you lean down to press a kiss his lips, soft and reassuring. then, with one hand smoothing through his hair, you squeeze out a coin size dollop of moisturizer with your other hand; gently working it into his skin.
"done!"
placing a tender kiss on his forehead, then another on his temple. you can't help but smile as you peer down. by now your boyfriends head is leaning against your chest, fingers rested limply at your shirt. a hopeless grip; now that he's already making out soft snores, body deep into sleep. your thumb slowly traces circles over his hip, the air in the room still, no sounds to be heard above his even breathing. you lean in, lips against his temple, and gently whisper– ensuring him how good he's been doing, and how proud you are
⭑.ᐟ shampoo bottles; desperation
“hey, you with me?” you hear him call, pulling you back to the present.
taesan's fingers are gently circling against your scalp, the scent of his shampoo loathed through your hair. you glance up, nodding, before slowly letting your head droop back down, leaning a little further forward, towards his chest.
you don't think he notices. he does.
as the water runs down your back, guiding the last of the bubbles out your hair, you grab the shampoo bottle
your fingers lightly comb through the hair laid against the nape of his neck, lathering the soap before letting the water carry the soap away. his arm stays looped around your waist, gentle, to keep you steady whilst you reach up to finish washing his hair.
you don't mention the absent-minded strokes against your side. a soft kiss to his jaw. the windows fogging further. theres a near pathetic look of despair in his eyes. it follows you wherever you go and you swear you can feel it it when you've gone too long without it. in this moment, wrapped in steam and desperation, you vow you could drown in it
⭑.ᐟ pm
past sunset, quiet lighting in the corner of the living room. the tv is on, purely for background noise; as neither you or taesan are paying any mind to it. the silence between the two of you hold something restoring and gentle, something mindlessly careful. your laptop in your lap while you sit in your boyfriend's. his phone in his hand.
dinner yet to be cleaned up- still piled on the coffee table in front of you two. half empty glasses, a bottle and it's cork by its side. nights like this usually ends up the same way. his head eventually finding your shoulder, with a quiet sigh. a moment of stillness– before he buries his face into the curve of your neck, breathing you in.
taesan never really speaks about the deeper parts of his mind when it comes to your relationship. the limits– how far he'd really go. not because he doesn't want you to know. there just isn't exactly any way to describe all the wrong paths he'd willingly follow for a feel of your presence; or the way he loves you so hard he can sometimes hear it echo
bunny reader and cat taesan. that is all i wanted to say. :3
contains: “kitty” taesan x “bunny” reader, can be seen as hybrid or personality types, established relationship (bf/gf), penetration (p in v), implied unprotected sex (don’t!), multiple rounds implied, lmk if i missed anything!
bunnies are cute, soft, and high energy. cats are the same way; it just happens that that personality comes out after warming up to the other party.
that's how you and taesan were, his reserved charm having worn off after a month of being just friends, until you both started to date. now, it's only a matter of time, usually an hour (or 10 minutes since meeting up again if you are that needy), before you both are glued to the hips, unable to let go of each other as the two of you beg the other for more.
your walls have practically been shaped to comfortably fit him in, the sticky mix of liquids amplifying the sounds that get created in the small room of yours. "taesan, please, harder," you moan out, your teeth nibbling onto his neck as your boyfriend did as you pleaded. it's been at least a good 2 hours since the two of you got inevitably horny, his cock still drilling into you as you both go for another round. who knows how many times you both have cum; it is surely a lot though, judging by the wetness leaking out of you as you feel him hit that spot inside of you like it's routine.
neither of you could keep your hands off of each other, like typical bunny and cat behaviors, and taesan's nails were sharp. they'd be akin to a kitty's claw, the feeling of them poking into your sides only making you feel dizzier. he couldn't handle being even a centimeter away from you, holding you closer to him as he kept slamming into you. and with his head nested in the crook of your neck, he breathes in your scent, memorizing it again as he notes the way you put on less perfume today—though it may just be less fragrant because it’s mixed with sweat now.
who truly knows? sex isn't something you two are good at ignoring. especially not with each other, the bunny and kitty duo that people rarely see outside of class these days, since you’re too busy in the sheets.
What do you think of mc imatating Elizabeth Bennett play from pride and prejudice play and Taesan as Mr Darcy saying what should I call you when I am cross and she says you may call mrs Taesan when you are in hopelessly happy as he kisses her forehead
a/n: ohmygod this is sooo cute im gonna sob... when i saw the movie and watched that scene i was like OHMYGODDDD THIS IS SO FREAKING ADORABLE and with taesan? i can sooooo see him being like darcy anyways, the slow burn tension of it all... anyways i hope you like this.. <3
wc: 595, contains: taesan x fem!reader, implied established relationship, jealous taesan, kissing, cuddling, marriage thoughts
one cute movie of your choice, and at the very of it, you were squealing into his arms.
taesan still doesn't really get some of it. most of his qualms are with the fact that you find mr. darcy to be so very charming, his yearning need for elizabeth making him a 'better man, worthy of her.'
well, he gets it. he just doesn't want to admit he's jealous.
it's been well over an hour, you both cuddling into the night. you cannot stop talking about it, and usually at the end of your movie nights, he loves that you like to discuss what you both watched so in depth. but he's jealous! and he doesn't like that you can't stop talking about a mr. darcy when your mr. darcy has you in his arms at the very moment. he really couldn't take it anymore, so he decided to take matters into his own hands.
"y/n," he calls out to you, making you pause mid thought. you were still gushing, all of your scene analyses ending with the very last one of the movie being replayed over and over in your head.
he used that to his advantage, reading your mind. clearing his throat, you both shifted your positions to be facing each other.
"how are you this evening, my dear?"
you gasped, understanding where he was going with this. so you followed him, clearing your own throat and licking your lips to form a grin before continuing, "very well... although I wish you would not call me 'my dear.'" (truth be told, it's one of your favorite things he calls you by, but for the sake of the scene? so be it.)
"why?"
"because it's what my... da—father always calls my mom—i mean mother—when he's cross about something," you try to remember the lines, blinking at him right after.
he let out a short and breathy laugh, finding your slip of tongue adorable. "what am i allowed to call you then?"
"let me think... 'y/nnie' for every day, 'my pearl' for sundays, and... 'goddess divine'," you playfully articulated the last one, "but only on very special occasions."
"and... what should i call you when i'm cross? mrs. han?"
hearing him call you that made you feel something you've never felt before. the idea of marrying him and taking his last name wasn't something you'd ever really put out into the open air, simply opting to fantasize about it one in a while. you suddenly understood, on a much deeper level, what elizabeth must've felt hearing mr. darcy say so.
"no. you may only call me... 'mrs. han'... when you are completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy." your voice grew fainter with each word you said, unknowingly letting out a breath you had no idea you'd kept in you for so long.
taesan simply listened, his hand bringing up your own to his lips, kissing the back of them. "then how are you this evening... mrs. han?"
it really did feel like your lungs were getting both sucked out of air while also getting supplied with it by his voice and presence at the very same time. his lips touched your skin so softly, and your chest rose with each kiss and utter of the term so fondly.
"mrs. han," he kissed your forehead.
"mrs. han," he kissed your right cheek.
"mrs. han," he kissed your nose.
"mrs. han," he kissed your left cheek.
"mrs. han," he kissed you.
what taesan was doing out of jealousy instead became what he dreams of having with you one day: a real title, as your real spouse.
a/n. hi loves!! i’ve decided to let bonedo join enha + txt for this series on my blog ^__^ the very first one being taesan~ AKA. another self callout post . please enjoy onedoor <33
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taesan is for those who fail to love in moderation; you can see it in the way they speak so fondly of their friends; the various trinket collections scattered around their room; the way their voices raise a pitch around babies or animals; the love letters they’ve never sent collecting dust in the closet.
taesan is for those who treat their playlists like little diaries; bits and pieces of them hidden behind lyrics they relate to all too well; the people they think of when those love songs play; the memories associated with each soulful melody; the endless nights they spent with music as their only comfort.
taesan is for those who obsess over personality tests, archetypes, and astrology because they have an ache to be known; for anything to give breath to their identity because its proof that they are someone (what’s ur favorite uquiz… i know u have one,,).
taesan is for those who cringe whenever a particular name shows up in their predicted text box or photo gallery memories (they can’t hurt you anymore, i promise).
taesan is for those who are hyper independent because they don’t believe that their needs are worth the time of others (to deny help is a disservice to yourself,,, i hope that one day u can open up your heart again my love).
taesan is for those who carry a particular melancholy with them, who have diligently learned to live alongside it despite it all (happiness isn’t something meant to be deserved, but you deserve it all).
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req to be added to taglist !! ^^ until next time xx take care of yoursellf <3
