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' 𓂃 . 𐑞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ︶ ⟢ ' ✦ 대답해 줘 𝐠𝐩𝐭 ◞ 넌 내가 안 궁금해? .
' 冬◞¡ 이대로도 충분해? . '
' ♦ ⋮ 𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 ⸝⸝﹒ৎ ' ( 🌱 )
𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒: 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥! 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭 !
' 𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐟𝐚𝐧, 𝐞𝐬𝐭 '𝟐𝟒 © 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬!
' 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤!
It’s really not weird that Lexi would want to stay a virgin, when she grew up watching her sister and friends get sexually abuse and physical abuse by men all the time. Like that’s shit’s traumatizing!
guess whos freshly single..
guys ive been grinding on adopt me lately and i really need some pets 🥹🥹 someone pls hmu if u want to trade (arianaava22 on roblox LMFAO)
thเᥒg᥉ ᥡꪮᥙ ᥒꪮtเᥴꫀ tꪮꪮ ᥣᥲtꫀ ៸៸៸ ˒˒ ㄔ ִ
𓏏𓏏ָ 𖦹 ۪ ࣪gn!reader (i had female in mind when writing though, my apologies) cw: reader is going through abusive relationship, hyunjin highkey is oblivious, friends to lovers, hes always liked her, not fully proofread (typos), kissing
if you are in a relationship that is anything close to y/n and her boyfriends rl, please do talk to somebody. as someone who has gone through similar rls its better to get out when you can. stay safe guys ❤️
a/n: hi guys!! i've missed writing lately, so i decided to come back and finish up my drafts that have been sitting here since october before summer comes 🥹 haven't been feeling too well lately so i might disappear again!! but i hope this and the next fic im releasing will hold you over for about 2 weeks 🧐 i love you guys!!
req for ml @hyuneskkami !! so sorry for the wait cry 🥹
mᥲ᥉tꫀɾᥣเ᥉t
at first, nothing was wrong. nothing that stood out, at least.
you were still you, still met hyunjin outside the humanities building after lectures, still complained about professors who spoke like they were allergic to proper, punctuation, still stole sips of his iced americano even though you hated coffee and he pretended not to notice.
so when small things changed, he told himself they were just… things.
university and stress did that to people. so did relationships.
he didn’t notice when you stopped teasing him for staying up too late, or say anything when your laugh softened before fading. he didn't even think twice when you began to check your phone during conversations, thumbs hovering, eyes flicking away nervously, like you were bracing for something.
hyunjin was extremely busy too, of course. dance practice ran late, deadlines stacked. life moved fast enough that the quiet shifts slipped through the cracks... until one morning in the practice room.
you showed up late, which was pretty rare for you, and slipped inside while he was stretching. your hoodie was zipped all the way up despite the heat, hair pulled low around your face, and you looked as if you were suffocated, but you didn't make a move to unzip the zipper.
“hey,” he said, smiling automatically. “you alive?”
yo,u smiled back, your smile smaller. “barely.” thankfully, he didn’t tease you about it, making space beside him on the floor. you sat down, cross-legged, shoulders hunched, hands tucked into your sleeves like you were trying to disappear into the fabric. yhat was the first time he really looked.
when you pushed your hair back absentmindedly, ranting softly about a sports competition at your university, the collar of your hoodie shifted, and there it was. it wasn't dramatic or cinematic, but it was definetely painful as he stared at the faint, yellowed bruise on the edge of your neck.
hyunjin’s breath caught. he chose to not say anything, not then. he told himself there was a dozen explanations. you always had been clumsy. you were constantly bumping into doorframes, tripping over air, and collecting bruises on your legs like they were souvenirs, but he couldn't stop looking, and you noticed.
your hand flew up instinctively, tugging the fabric higher. your smile didn’t falter, but something in your eyes did.
“you good?” you asked, too quickly.
hyunjin nodded. “yeah. im just… tired, i guess.”
lies, lies, lies.
from that day on, he noticed everything. you flinched when someone raised their voice in the hallway. he wanted to believe it just startled you. you stopped staying late on campus, always leaving early, always checking the time. he decided that you were just finally getting better at time management. your phone buzzed and buzzed and buzzed, and how your shoulders stiffened every single time.
you also began to talk less. when he would ask how you were, you said, “i’m fine,” like it was a reflex instead of an answer.
one evening, you canceled dinner plans last minute.
something came up. sorry.
he stared at the message for a long time, unmoving.
then, a week later, you showed up to class with makeup you didn’t usually wear. it was heavy around the neck, thick, deliberate. too deliberate.
hyunjin walked beside you across campus that day, pretending not to stare, pretending his chest didn’t feel tight. “cold?” he asked casually, gesturing to the scarf wrapped around your throat. you nodded stiffly, looking like it hurt to speak. “yeah. i guess winter’s early.” it was early autumn.
he didn’t push, but something inside him started to unravel.
that night, he couldn’t sleep.
he kept replaying moments in his head, times you’d gone quiet mid-sentence, times you’d apologized for things that weren’t your fault, times you’d looked at your phone like it was going to grow limbs and hurt you.
he thought about the way you’d smiled less around your boyfriend. the way you stopped inviting hyunjin along when the three of you used to hang out. the way your world had slowly shrunk.
and the worst part was that you hadn't even told him, not because you didn't trust him, but because you didn't want to be a burden. that had hurt more than anything, honestly.
thats all thats going through his head today. it's the kind of day where the world feels rainy and grey, like something was going to go wrong.
you're sitting alone outside the library, knees tucked to your chest, staring at nothing. hyunjin spots you from across the quad, along with your douche of a boyfriend. he's standing too close, with rigid posture and a sharp voice that hyunjin hears, even from a distance.
you’re not speaking, staring off like you don't want to be there, nodding again, and again, and again.
hyunjin doesn't think as he walks, stopping beside you. "hey, you ready to go?" your head snaps up, relief flashing across your face before you can hide it, and your boyfriend scoffs. "we're kind of in the middle of something, dude." hyunjin turns to look at him, his expression calm and controlled. "sure doesn't look like it."
you quickly stand up, inching towards hyunjin, before your boyfriend speaks, jaw clenched "are you seriously leaving right now? i'm talking to you." you hesitate, and hyunjin softens his voice. "you don't have to listen, or explain anything. just come on."
that’s all it takes for you, and you stand. your boyfriend mutters something bitter and resentful about how you're a whore, and storms off into the rain. the second he's gone, your hands start shake and you make a small sound, and hyunjin notices immediately. his skin is soft on yours as he shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around you, pulling you gently under the awning of the store nearby, and you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding.
through a sob, you whisper. "i didn't want you to find out like that." hyunjin swallows quietly, still there. "find out what?"
theres pure silence for a minute, then your voice cracks. "just..him, i guess."
that’s when he gives up, stepping closer and leaning down just enough to be at eye level with you. "you don't have to protect me from this, y/n," he says softly. "don't carry it alone."
you shake your head. “i-i didn’t want to ruin things. i didn’t want you to look at me differently.”
he laughs softly, sadly, before something slips from his mouth. “i've been looking at you the same way for years.”
you go still before blinking up at him. "what way?"
he exhales, cursing himself silently before speaking again. “like someone i care about. you deserve so much better than what you've been given.”
tears roll down your cheeks, and he wipes them away with his thumb as you speak again. "i don't know how to- how to get out," you admit quietly. "even if i did, i don't think i would be brave enough."
hyunjin reaches out again, slow and careful, like he’s asking permission with every inch. he cups your face with his hands carefully.
“then we’ll figure it out together,” he says. “one step at a time.”
you cry then, letting his words into your heart, and relief and grief tangled together.
he doesn’t rush you.
he just stays, like he always does.
it’s weeks later.
you’ve ended things with your ex. it was painful and messy, but it was for the best.
the healing isn’t automatic or linear. some days you feel good, easy, and others it feels like you're falling back in that hole again... but hyunjin is there for all of them.
hes there for your late-night study sessions, your quiet walks. he does gentle check-ins that never feel invasive, and he makes you feel protected.
one evening, you’re sitting on his dorm room floor, back against his bed, sharing takeout and a shitty tv. you glance at him suddenly. “can I ask you something?”
“always,” he says softly, his gaze moving from the tv to you.
“why didn’t you ever say anything?” you ask. “about… how you felt.”
hyunjin goes quiet for a minute, his gaze not leaving yours, before smiling, small and real. "i didn't want to be another person who would ask you for something."
you turn toward him. “hyunjin.” he remains looking at you, his eyes soft, fond, like he'd hang the stars for you.
“i love you,” he says simply. “i have for a long time. but i don’t need anything from you, at all. i just need you safe.”
your chest aches, and before you know it, you're reaching for him, arms wrapping around his neck gently, before you kiss him.
when you kiss him, it’s slow, careful, full of trust.
he kisses you like he’s afraid of hurting you, and like he never will.
you’re sitting on the couch in his apartment, legs tangled, his hoodie swallowed whole around your frame.
hyunjin presses a kiss to your temple while you scroll through your phone, and you smile a bit.
“you okay?” he asks, still checking, always checking.
you look up at him, your expression soft. “yeah. i really am.”
he smiles back, soft, proud, a little emotional, and plenty in love with you.
for the first time, love feels quiet. safe. yours.
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uhhh
I'm actually in tears 😭 these two deserve nothing but happiness and love together, thank you for this beautiful writing, darling, next time pls kiss the brick it lands on my heart.
thanks so much mindy 🥹❤️❤️ sorry for throwing without looking LMFAO
haaiiii it’s been a minute 😵💫 hope you’re doing well (:
i wanted to drop by and request some skz (any member!) x fem!reader (can be 9th member or best friend) hurt/comfort where she’s trying to get out of a toxic relationship w a trashy ex or a toxic household w fuckass parents 🥹
ofc it’s always fine if you choose to not write this in case you don’t feel like it or if you aren’t comfortable w any such topics 🩷
have a good dayyy <33
hii mlll omg im so sorry 😭😭 ive been so busy with school and some mh issues i never got it finished!! i just finished and posted 🥹 read here!! hope u like it❤️
thเᥒg᥉ ᥡꪮᥙ ᥒꪮtเᥴꫀ tꪮꪮ ᥣᥲtꫀ ៸៸៸ ˒˒ ㄔ ִ
𓏏𓏏ָ 𖦹 ۪ ࣪gn!reader (i had female in mind when writing though, my apologies) cw: reader is going through abusive relationship, hyunjin highkey is oblivious, friends to lovers, hes always liked her, not fully proofread (typos), kissing
if you are in a relationship that is anything close to y/n and her boyfriends rl, please do talk to somebody. as someone who has gone through similar rls its better to get out when you can. stay safe guys ❤️
a/n: hi guys!! i've missed writing lately, so i decided to come back and finish up my drafts that have been sitting here since october before summer comes 🥹 haven't been feeling too well lately so i might disappear again!! but i hope this and the next fic im releasing will hold you over for about 2 weeks 🧐 i love you guys!!
req for ml @hyuneskkami !! so sorry for the wait cry 🥹
mᥲ᥉tꫀɾᥣเ᥉t
at first, nothing was wrong. nothing that stood out, at least.
you were still you, still met hyunjin outside the humanities building after lectures, still complained about professors who spoke like they were allergic to proper, punctuation, still stole sips of his iced americano even though you hated coffee and he pretended not to notice.
so when small things changed, he told himself they were just… things.
university and stress did that to people. so did relationships.
he didn’t notice when you stopped teasing him for staying up too late, or say anything when your laugh softened before fading. he didn't even think twice when you began to check your phone during conversations, thumbs hovering, eyes flicking away nervously, like you were bracing for something.
hyunjin was extremely busy too, of course. dance practice ran late, deadlines stacked. life moved fast enough that the quiet shifts slipped through the cracks... until one morning in the practice room.
you showed up late, which was pretty rare for you, and slipped inside while he was stretching. your hoodie was zipped all the way up despite the heat, hair pulled low around your face, and you looked as if you were suffocated, but you didn't make a move to unzip the zipper.
“hey,” he said, smiling automatically. “you alive?”
yo,u smiled back, your smile smaller. “barely.” thankfully, he didn’t tease you about it, making space beside him on the floor. you sat down, cross-legged, shoulders hunched, hands tucked into your sleeves like you were trying to disappear into the fabric. yhat was the first time he really looked.
when you pushed your hair back absentmindedly, ranting softly about a sports competition at your university, the collar of your hoodie shifted, and there it was. it wasn't dramatic or cinematic, but it was definetely painful as he stared at the faint, yellowed bruise on the edge of your neck.
hyunjin’s breath caught. he chose to not say anything, not then. he told himself there was a dozen explanations. you always had been clumsy. you were constantly bumping into doorframes, tripping over air, and collecting bruises on your legs like they were souvenirs, but he couldn't stop looking, and you noticed.
your hand flew up instinctively, tugging the fabric higher. your smile didn’t falter, but something in your eyes did.
“you good?” you asked, too quickly.
hyunjin nodded. “yeah. im just… tired, i guess.”
lies, lies, lies.
from that day on, he noticed everything. you flinched when someone raised their voice in the hallway. he wanted to believe it just startled you. you stopped staying late on campus, always leaving early, always checking the time. he decided that you were just finally getting better at time management. your phone buzzed and buzzed and buzzed, and how your shoulders stiffened every single time.
you also began to talk less. when he would ask how you were, you said, “i’m fine,” like it was a reflex instead of an answer.
one evening, you canceled dinner plans last minute.
something came up. sorry.
he stared at the message for a long time, unmoving.
then, a week later, you showed up to class with makeup you didn’t usually wear. it was heavy around the neck, thick, deliberate. too deliberate.
hyunjin walked beside you across campus that day, pretending not to stare, pretending his chest didn’t feel tight. “cold?” he asked casually, gesturing to the scarf wrapped around your throat. you nodded stiffly, looking like it hurt to speak. “yeah. i guess winter’s early.” it was early autumn.
he didn’t push, but something inside him started to unravel.
that night, he couldn’t sleep.
he kept replaying moments in his head, times you’d gone quiet mid-sentence, times you’d apologized for things that weren’t your fault, times you’d looked at your phone like it was going to grow limbs and hurt you.
he thought about the way you’d smiled less around your boyfriend. the way you stopped inviting hyunjin along when the three of you used to hang out. the way your world had slowly shrunk.
and the worst part was that you hadn't even told him, not because you didn't trust him, but because you didn't want to be a burden. that had hurt more than anything, honestly.
thats all thats going through his head today. it's the kind of day where the world feels rainy and grey, like something was going to go wrong.
you're sitting alone outside the library, knees tucked to your chest, staring at nothing. hyunjin spots you from across the quad, along with your douche of a boyfriend. he's standing too close, with rigid posture and a sharp voice that hyunjin hears, even from a distance.
you’re not speaking, staring off like you don't want to be there, nodding again, and again, and again.
hyunjin doesn't think as he walks, stopping beside you. "hey, you ready to go?" your head snaps up, relief flashing across your face before you can hide it, and your boyfriend scoffs. "we're kind of in the middle of something, dude." hyunjin turns to look at him, his expression calm and controlled. "sure doesn't look like it."
you quickly stand up, inching towards hyunjin, before your boyfriend speaks, jaw clenched "are you seriously leaving right now? i'm talking to you." you hesitate, and hyunjin softens his voice. "you don't have to listen, or explain anything. just come on."
that’s all it takes for you, and you stand. your boyfriend mutters something bitter and resentful about how you're a whore, and storms off into the rain. the second he's gone, your hands start shake and you make a small sound, and hyunjin notices immediately. his skin is soft on yours as he shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around you, pulling you gently under the awning of the store nearby, and you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding.
through a sob, you whisper. "i didn't want you to find out like that." hyunjin swallows quietly, still there. "find out what?"
theres pure silence for a minute, then your voice cracks. "just..him, i guess."
that’s when he gives up, stepping closer and leaning down just enough to be at eye level with you. "you don't have to protect me from this, y/n," he says softly. "don't carry it alone."
you shake your head. “i-i didn’t want to ruin things. i didn’t want you to look at me differently.”
he laughs softly, sadly, before something slips from his mouth. “i've been looking at you the same way for years.”
you go still before blinking up at him. "what way?"
he exhales, cursing himself silently before speaking again. “like someone i care about. you deserve so much better than what you've been given.”
tears roll down your cheeks, and he wipes them away with his thumb as you speak again. "i don't know how to- how to get out," you admit quietly. "even if i did, i don't think i would be brave enough."
hyunjin reaches out again, slow and careful, like he’s asking permission with every inch. he cups your face with his hands carefully.
“then we’ll figure it out together,” he says. “one step at a time.”
you cry then, letting his words into your heart, and relief and grief tangled together.
he doesn’t rush you.
he just stays, like he always does.
it’s weeks later.
you’ve ended things with your ex. it was painful and messy, but it was for the best.
the healing isn’t automatic or linear. some days you feel good, easy, and others it feels like you're falling back in that hole again... but hyunjin is there for all of them.
hes there for your late-night study sessions, your quiet walks. he does gentle check-ins that never feel invasive, and he makes you feel protected.
one evening, you’re sitting on his dorm room floor, back against his bed, sharing takeout and a shitty tv. you glance at him suddenly. “can I ask you something?”
“always,” he says softly, his gaze moving from the tv to you.
“why didn’t you ever say anything?” you ask. “about… how you felt.”
hyunjin goes quiet for a minute, his gaze not leaving yours, before smiling, small and real. "i didn't want to be another person who would ask you for something."
you turn toward him. “hyunjin.” he remains looking at you, his eyes soft, fond, like he'd hang the stars for you.
“i love you,” he says simply. “i have for a long time. but i don’t need anything from you, at all. i just need you safe.”
your chest aches, and before you know it, you're reaching for him, arms wrapping around his neck gently, before you kiss him.
when you kiss him, it’s slow, careful, full of trust.
he kisses you like he’s afraid of hurting you, and like he never will.
you’re sitting on the couch in his apartment, legs tangled, his hoodie swallowed whole around your frame.
hyunjin presses a kiss to your temple while you scroll through your phone, and you smile a bit.
“you okay?” he asks, still checking, always checking.
you look up at him, your expression soft. “yeah. i really am.”
he smiles back, soft, proud, a little emotional, and plenty in love with you.
for the first time, love feels quiet. safe. yours.
taglist: @rockstarkkami @sirloncelot-of-bananas @jisunggy @me-on-a-archive @hyunjiiza @hyuneskkami @highway-143 @hvseunq143 @chimmyn0chu @sadeeeeee @qwonyoung23 @jesuisstay@stilldontknowhoiam @katsukis1wife @beal-o @finding-nikaa@inlovewithstraykids @ryvannanightshade-kpop @velvetmoonlght(im pretty sure i missed somebody so hopefully they see this)
perm taglist is open! please comment/send an ask/dm if you would like to be added <3
want to hear what i was listening to as i wrote? follow my spotify and listen to my playlist!
if i created a discord server would u guys join 🥹
hell yeah
hell no
uhhh
hi guys!! its me conner!! i know that i have not been active since around january 😭😭 ive been so busy with upcoming finals and getting my license, along with a trip that i have this week to the point where ive had zero motivation to do any writing lmfao 🥹 i have been looking forward to coming back tho!! so happy with all the recognition that my writings gotten while ive been gone. thanks so much again guys and ilysm 🥹❤️
hi so i was very wrong 🌝 will be posting within the next 2 days bbys
guess whos mrs incorrect AGAIN ugh
hi guys!! its me conner!! i know that i have not been active since around january 😭😭 ive been so busy with upcoming finals and getting my license, along with a trip that i have this week to the point where ive had zero motivation to do any writing lmfao 🥹 i have been looking forward to coming back tho!! so happy with all the recognition that my writings gotten while ive been gone. thanks so much again guys and ilysm 🥹❤️
hi so i was very wrong 🌝 will be posting within the next 2 days bbys
hi guys!! its me conner!! i know that i have not been active since around january 😭😭 ive been so busy with upcoming finals and getting my license, along with a trip that i have this week to the point where ive had zero motivation to do any writing lmfao 🥹 i have been looking forward to coming back tho!! so happy with all the recognition that my writings gotten while ive been gone. thanks so much again guys and ilysm 🥹❤️
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Know(Ler): Lee Know
Words: 1.3k
T/w: Claustrophobic descriptions
A/n: 12 hours before my shift!!(aka I’m writing this before actually writing the fic). This is for my glorious, beautiful, amazing, sweet, cute, wonderful, generous, respectful, bodacious, pretty, lovely, magnificent queen @itzsana-kiddingmenow 😛(hope you like it!!)
Hey hey hey this is a tickle fic so like scroll if you don’t like it don’t hate man
i normally don't read tickle fics but this is so cute🥹🥹 guys my bsf is the best
hi guys!!! i know i haven't been very active on here recently 😓 i keep coming back and dropping off and it pisses even me off. after this week im gonna try my best to write and release at least once a week! ty for being patient with me 🥹❤️
death threats are not attractive or scary this is literally tumblr
ts is so real omg 🥹🥹 like why are we trying to be intimidating on a site it js looks stupid
omg i freaking love ur blog its so cute 🥹🥹🥹
eee tysm !! yours is so cute too 🥹🥹 im literally just about to change my theme too 😭
tysm twin 🥹🥹 and omg im sure the next one will be cute too!!
dꫀᥣเᥴᥲtꫀ ‧˚˶- ﻌ -˶
さ 𝇃𝇂 ৴꒰つ gn!reader, can be read as anything, cw: drinking, partying, sort of nepo baby reader?, kissing, fake dating, not fully proofread, some misspells (i know i can't spell guys), reader almost gets run over, ex seen (u can interpret how it ended however u want !!!), strangers to lovers, or ???, based off of nick and norah's infinite playlist
when you're the daughter of a music producer, you're normally seen as the perfect child. never allowed to party, or have boyfriends, or basically do anything, for that matter. you felt supressed. until you met seungmin...
a/n: hi chat!!! its been so long since i uploaded anything!! im so excited to be back and i hope you guys enjoy 🥹❤️ this is also highkey ass 😞😞 i might do a pt 2 if it gets enough notes since it kind of ended on a random note
ꪑᥲ᥉tꫀɾᥣเ᥉t
the bass was too loud to think. you could feel it in your ribs, pulsing through the cracked tile and sticky floor of the club your father would absolutely die if he knew you were in.
the daughter of a famous music producer wasn’t supposed to be here. you were supposed to be at some industry dinner, wearing something elegant, shaking hands with people who called themselves visionaries and couldn’t play a note.
but you were here instead, half hidden near the bar, head tilted toward the small stage where a duo was sound-checking, and pretending you belonged in a place that smelled like neon and sweat and possibility.
that’s when you noticed him.
tall, dark hair, ripped jeans, an old leather jacket that had clearly seen better nights. he wasn’t loud or messy like everyone else. he just… was. calm in the chaos, talking to the sound tech with his hands in his pockets, that quiet kind of confidence that didn’t need attention to exist.
you didn’t know his name then. you didn’t know that he’d be the reason the night would stop feeling endless in the wrong way and start feeling endless in the right one.
you only knew that your ex had just walked in, and your stomach sank.
he was all gelled hair and smug grins, flanked by the same group of friends who thought every conversation was about them. his eyes scanned the crowd once, twice, until they landed on you, and then he smiled like the world was his again.
you hated that smile. you hated that you used to fall for it.
so before your brain could talk you out of it, you walked-fast-toward the boy in the leather jacket.
he turned when he noticed you coming, brows lifting slightly, polite confusion flickering in his eyes.
and you didn’t even say hi. you just reached up, pressed your hand against his chest, and kissed him.
it wasn’t long. just long enough to make your ex stop mid-step and scowl. just long enough for the boy to freeze in surprise, then tilt his head slightly and kiss you back, gentle but sure, like he’d decided to go along with whatever story you were trying to tell.
when you pulled away, he was smiling.
“should I ask what that was for?” “long story,” you muttered. “short answer: that guy.” you gestured toward your ex, who was now dramatically whispering to his friends.
he followed your gaze. “ah. decoy move.”
“sorry,” you said, suddenly mortified. “i didn’t- i mean, thank you-”
"hey.” he leaned closer, still smiling. “you used your one free kiss with me to get revenge on a guy with a bad haircut. i’m flattered.”
that made you laugh, really laugh, and the knot in your chest loosened for the first time that day.
the duo on stage started their first song, guitars crackling through the speakers. the boy, seungmin, you learned from the band calling out to him, stayed beside you, half watching the set, half glancing at you like he was trying to figure out why you looked familiar.
“yu’re friends with them?” you asked, nodding at the stage. “yeah. we went to school together. i help them out sometimes.” “as in, tech support or moral support?” he grinned. “whichever pays in free drinks.”
he didn’t ask what you were doing there. he didn’t ask about your last name or the weight it carried. he just handed you a cup of water and said, “you look like you needed this.”
and he was absouletely right. you did.
half an hour later, you were both sitting on the curb outside. your friend mira was very drunk and insisting she could “absolutely walk home in these shoes.”
“she can’t,” you whispered to seungmin. he raised an eyebrow. “you think?”
you tried to call a car, but your phone was dying and the app wouldn’t load. he offered to help, but his car wouldn’t start either, something about a dead battery. mira ended up going with another girl from school who promised to drop her off safely.
that left you and seungmin standing under the club’s flickering sign, surrounded by half-empty streets and the hum of the city that never really slept.
“so,” he said, hands shoved in his pockets. “you stranded too?” “looks like it.” “good. misery loves company.”
you snorted. “you’re too calm for this hour.” he shrugged. “night feels easier. like everything’s already forgiven.”
you looked at him then, properly looked at him. the soft curve of his mouth, the faint shadows under his eyes, the way the light caught in his hair. he looked like someone who belonged to the night. quiet, but not lonely.
“walk with me?” he asked.
and you did.
you walked without a destination. past closed shops and glowing streetlamps, past strangers smoking outside late-night diners, past the versions of yourselves that existed before this night.
you told him about how you used to love music until it started to feel like business. how every melody now came with a contract. he told you about the first time he saw his friends perform, how it made him feel like the world could still surprise him.
“you talk like you still believe in something,” you said. “maybe i just haven’t learned not to yet.” “that’s kind of nice.” “you sound surprised.” “i don’t meet a lot of nice people in the industry.” he looked at you sideways. “maybe you’re looking in the wrong places.”
you didn’t have an answer to that.
it was past midnight when the drizzle started.
of course, you’d forgotten your umbrella. of course, you hadn’t checked the weather. of course, seungmin pulled his jacket off without hesitation and draped it over your shoulders.
“you’ll get cold,” you said. “i run warm,” he said simply.
the streets shimmered under the rain, reflections bending the light until everything felt unreal- like the world had slipped into another version of itself where anything could happen.
and then you almost stepped into the street without looking.
the car came out of nowhere, headlights slicing through the rain. you froze, just for a heartbeat- and then seungmin’s hand was around your arm, yanking you back hard enough that you collided with his chest.
the car sped past, horn blaring, and you stood there, breathless, his hand still on your waist.
“you okay?” he asked, voice low and rough. you nodded, but didn’t move. couldn’t, really.
rain plastered your hair against your face, but he didn’t look away. he just brushed your cheek with his thumb, gentle, careful, like you might break.
“you have to look before you walk,” he murmured. “i forgot,” you whispered. he smiled, small and crooked. “good thing I was here, then.”
you didn’t know what to say to that, so you said nothing. just stood there, heartbeat matching the rhythm of the rain, both of you too close and not close enough.
when the rain got heavier, you ducked into a hotel lobby, one of those older buildings that smelled faintly of coffee and nostalgia. The clerk barely looked up when you asked if you could wait out the storm.
you ended up on one of the velvet couches, seungmin’s jacket still around you, both of you dripping onto the carpet and laughing about it.
“i can’t believe this night,” you said. “i can,” he replied. “feels like the universe needed to mess with you a bit before it gave you a break.” “you think this is a break?” he tilted his head, studying you. “you’re smiling now.”
you hadn’t realized you were.
it felt easy with him. no performance. no expectations. just two strangers sharing a sliver of the same midnight.
somewhere between the second round of laughter and the soft hum of the lobby music, your hand brushed his. he didn’t move away. neither did you.
the silence stretched, delicate and perfect. then he leaned forward, slow enough that you could stop him if you wanted to. you didn’t.
the kiss wasn’t rushed. it wasn’t even planned. it just happened, soft, curious, the kind of kiss that feels like a question and an answer all at once.
yhen you finally pulled back, you both exhaled at the same time.
“i don’t usually do this,” you said quietly. “i know,” he said. “you don’t have to explain.”
and he meant it.
you spent the rest of the storm talking. about everything and nothing. about favorite songs and childhood dreams, about the way city lights look softer in the rain. he told you he liked songs that felt unfinished, “like they’re still waiting for something.” you told him you liked people who didn’t need to fill every silence.
by the time the rain stopped, the city felt different. cleaner somehow. quieter.
he walked you home, neither of you saying much, because the quiet between you was enough.
at your door, you hesitated. “thank you. for tonight.” he smiled. “thank you for kissing me before even knowing my name.” you laughed softly. “worked out okay, though.” “yeah,” he said. “it did.”
you lingered in that pause where goodbye should’ve gone. yhe streetlight flickered. yhe city hummed. he reached out, brushing a raindrop from your hair.
“get some sleep,” he said. “you too.” "i’ll try.”
you stepped inside, turned once to look back. he was still there, hands in his pockets, head tilted toward the sky like the night still had more to tell him.
and maybe it did.
because somehow, you knew this wasn’t the last time you’d see him. somehow, you knew he’d always just… be there. at the right time. In the right place. like the universe kept putting him in your path, one quiet, miraculous moment at a time.
taglist: @rockstarkkami @sirloncelot-of-bananas @jisunggy @me-on-a-archive @hyunjiiza @hyuneskkami @highway-143 @hvseunq143 @chimmyn0chu @sadeeeeee @qwonyoung23 @jesuisstay@stilldontknowhoiam @katsukis1wife @beal-o @finding-nikaa @inlovewithstraykids @ryvannanightshade-kpop @velvetmoonlght (im pretty sure i missed somebody so hopefully they see this)
perm taglist is open! please comment/send an ask/dm if you would like to be added <3
want to hear what i was listening to as i wrote? follow my spotify and listen to my playlist!
do you think 5th gen was a good era?
yep!!
ehh
mixed feelings
no
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tysm mindy 🥹❤️❤️
dꫀᥣเᥴᥲtꫀ ‧˚˶- ﻌ -˶
さ 𝇃𝇂 ৴꒰つ gn!reader, can be read as anything, cw: drinking, partying, sort of nepo baby reader?, kissing, fake dating, not fully proofread, some misspells (i know i can't spell guys), reader almost gets run over, ex seen (u can interpret how it ended however u want !!!), strangers to lovers, or ???, based off of nick and norah's infinite playlist
when you're the daughter of a music producer, you're normally seen as the perfect child. never allowed to party, or have boyfriends, or basically do anything, for that matter. you felt supressed. until you met seungmin...
a/n: hi chat!!! its been so long since i uploaded anything!! im so excited to be back and i hope you guys enjoy 🥹❤️ this is also highkey ass 😞😞 i might do a pt 2 if it gets enough notes since it kind of ended on a random note
ꪑᥲ᥉tꫀɾᥣเ᥉t
the bass was too loud to think. you could feel it in your ribs, pulsing through the cracked tile and sticky floor of the club your father would absolutely die if he knew you were in.
the daughter of a famous music producer wasn’t supposed to be here. you were supposed to be at some industry dinner, wearing something elegant, shaking hands with people who called themselves visionaries and couldn’t play a note.
but you were here instead, half hidden near the bar, head tilted toward the small stage where a duo was sound-checking, and pretending you belonged in a place that smelled like neon and sweat and possibility.
that’s when you noticed him.
tall, dark hair, ripped jeans, an old leather jacket that had clearly seen better nights. he wasn’t loud or messy like everyone else. he just… was. calm in the chaos, talking to the sound tech with his hands in his pockets, that quiet kind of confidence that didn’t need attention to exist.
you didn’t know his name then. you didn’t know that he’d be the reason the night would stop feeling endless in the wrong way and start feeling endless in the right one.
you only knew that your ex had just walked in, and your stomach sank.
he was all gelled hair and smug grins, flanked by the same group of friends who thought every conversation was about them. his eyes scanned the crowd once, twice, until they landed on you, and then he smiled like the world was his again.
you hated that smile. you hated that you used to fall for it.
so before your brain could talk you out of it, you walked-fast-toward the boy in the leather jacket.
he turned when he noticed you coming, brows lifting slightly, polite confusion flickering in his eyes.
and you didn’t even say hi. you just reached up, pressed your hand against his chest, and kissed him.
it wasn’t long. just long enough to make your ex stop mid-step and scowl. just long enough for the boy to freeze in surprise, then tilt his head slightly and kiss you back, gentle but sure, like he’d decided to go along with whatever story you were trying to tell.
when you pulled away, he was smiling.
“should I ask what that was for?” “long story,” you muttered. “short answer: that guy.” you gestured toward your ex, who was now dramatically whispering to his friends.
he followed your gaze. “ah. decoy move.”
“sorry,” you said, suddenly mortified. “i didn’t- i mean, thank you-”
"hey.” he leaned closer, still smiling. “you used your one free kiss with me to get revenge on a guy with a bad haircut. i’m flattered.”
that made you laugh, really laugh, and the knot in your chest loosened for the first time that day.
the duo on stage started their first song, guitars crackling through the speakers. the boy, seungmin, you learned from the band calling out to him, stayed beside you, half watching the set, half glancing at you like he was trying to figure out why you looked familiar.
“yu’re friends with them?” you asked, nodding at the stage. “yeah. we went to school together. i help them out sometimes.” “as in, tech support or moral support?” he grinned. “whichever pays in free drinks.”
he didn’t ask what you were doing there. he didn’t ask about your last name or the weight it carried. he just handed you a cup of water and said, “you look like you needed this.”
and he was absouletely right. you did.
half an hour later, you were both sitting on the curb outside. your friend mira was very drunk and insisting she could “absolutely walk home in these shoes.”
“she can’t,” you whispered to seungmin. he raised an eyebrow. “you think?”
you tried to call a car, but your phone was dying and the app wouldn’t load. he offered to help, but his car wouldn’t start either, something about a dead battery. mira ended up going with another girl from school who promised to drop her off safely.
that left you and seungmin standing under the club’s flickering sign, surrounded by half-empty streets and the hum of the city that never really slept.
“so,” he said, hands shoved in his pockets. “you stranded too?” “looks like it.” “good. misery loves company.”
you snorted. “you’re too calm for this hour.” he shrugged. “night feels easier. like everything’s already forgiven.”
you looked at him then, properly looked at him. the soft curve of his mouth, the faint shadows under his eyes, the way the light caught in his hair. he looked like someone who belonged to the night. quiet, but not lonely.
“walk with me?” he asked.
and you did.
you walked without a destination. past closed shops and glowing streetlamps, past strangers smoking outside late-night diners, past the versions of yourselves that existed before this night.
you told him about how you used to love music until it started to feel like business. how every melody now came with a contract. he told you about the first time he saw his friends perform, how it made him feel like the world could still surprise him.
“you talk like you still believe in something,” you said. “maybe i just haven’t learned not to yet.” “that’s kind of nice.” “you sound surprised.” “i don’t meet a lot of nice people in the industry.” he looked at you sideways. “maybe you’re looking in the wrong places.”
you didn’t have an answer to that.
it was past midnight when the drizzle started.
of course, you’d forgotten your umbrella. of course, you hadn’t checked the weather. of course, seungmin pulled his jacket off without hesitation and draped it over your shoulders.
“you’ll get cold,” you said. “i run warm,” he said simply.
the streets shimmered under the rain, reflections bending the light until everything felt unreal- like the world had slipped into another version of itself where anything could happen.
and then you almost stepped into the street without looking.
the car came out of nowhere, headlights slicing through the rain. you froze, just for a heartbeat- and then seungmin’s hand was around your arm, yanking you back hard enough that you collided with his chest.
the car sped past, horn blaring, and you stood there, breathless, his hand still on your waist.
“you okay?” he asked, voice low and rough. you nodded, but didn’t move. couldn’t, really.
rain plastered your hair against your face, but he didn’t look away. he just brushed your cheek with his thumb, gentle, careful, like you might break.
“you have to look before you walk,” he murmured. “i forgot,” you whispered. he smiled, small and crooked. “good thing I was here, then.”
you didn’t know what to say to that, so you said nothing. just stood there, heartbeat matching the rhythm of the rain, both of you too close and not close enough.
when the rain got heavier, you ducked into a hotel lobby, one of those older buildings that smelled faintly of coffee and nostalgia. The clerk barely looked up when you asked if you could wait out the storm.
you ended up on one of the velvet couches, seungmin’s jacket still around you, both of you dripping onto the carpet and laughing about it.
“i can’t believe this night,” you said. “i can,” he replied. “feels like the universe needed to mess with you a bit before it gave you a break.” “you think this is a break?” he tilted his head, studying you. “you’re smiling now.”
you hadn’t realized you were.
it felt easy with him. no performance. no expectations. just two strangers sharing a sliver of the same midnight.
somewhere between the second round of laughter and the soft hum of the lobby music, your hand brushed his. he didn’t move away. neither did you.
the silence stretched, delicate and perfect. then he leaned forward, slow enough that you could stop him if you wanted to. you didn’t.
the kiss wasn’t rushed. it wasn’t even planned. it just happened, soft, curious, the kind of kiss that feels like a question and an answer all at once.
yhen you finally pulled back, you both exhaled at the same time.
“i don’t usually do this,” you said quietly. “i know,” he said. “you don’t have to explain.”
and he meant it.
you spent the rest of the storm talking. about everything and nothing. about favorite songs and childhood dreams, about the way city lights look softer in the rain. he told you he liked songs that felt unfinished, “like they’re still waiting for something.” you told him you liked people who didn’t need to fill every silence.
by the time the rain stopped, the city felt different. cleaner somehow. quieter.
he walked you home, neither of you saying much, because the quiet between you was enough.
at your door, you hesitated. “thank you. for tonight.” he smiled. “thank you for kissing me before even knowing my name.” you laughed softly. “worked out okay, though.” “yeah,” he said. “it did.”
you lingered in that pause where goodbye should’ve gone. yhe streetlight flickered. yhe city hummed. he reached out, brushing a raindrop from your hair.
“get some sleep,” he said. “you too.” "i’ll try.”
you stepped inside, turned once to look back. he was still there, hands in his pockets, head tilted toward the sky like the night still had more to tell him.
and maybe it did.
because somehow, you knew this wasn’t the last time you’d see him. somehow, you knew he’d always just… be there. at the right time. In the right place. like the universe kept putting him in your path, one quiet, miraculous moment at a time.
taglist: @rockstarkkami @sirloncelot-of-bananas @jisunggy @me-on-a-archive @hyunjiiza @hyuneskkami @highway-143 @hvseunq143 @chimmyn0chu @sadeeeeee @qwonyoung23 @jesuisstay@stilldontknowhoiam @katsukis1wife @beal-o @finding-nikaa @inlovewithstraykids @ryvannanightshade-kpop @velvetmoonlght (im pretty sure i missed somebody so hopefully they see this)
perm taglist is open! please comment/send an ask/dm if you would like to be added <3
want to hear what i was listening to as i wrote? follow my spotify and listen to my playlist!
do you think 5th gen was a good era?
yep!!
ehh
mixed feelings
no
