luhna

she¡her ✮ 20 requests open english isn’t my first language

[userluhna]

࿔⋆ MASTERLIST

💐 | squid game masterlist

࿔⋆ | hwang junho series x f!reader

࿔⋆ | oneshots | headcanons

🛰️ | project hail mary masterlist

࿔⋆ | COMING SOON!!!

[userluhna]

i’m just gonna write about ryland grace because i can’t get him out of my mind

[userluhna]

hi! how are you? this is not a request or anything but I just wanted to check up since you haven't posted in a while. you're one of my favourite writers and I think your writings are really amazing. I really love how you write, it's really creative and expressive o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o but seeing that you haven't post much concerns me a little. I really hope you're doing well, take care ^_^

hi—!

first of all thank you SOOO MUCH for checking in it’s so so sweet okay :(<33

i was off a little because of uni and because i didn’t have any ideas around squid game since its dying a little.

however i’ve been thinking if maybe i would write with just a random character built around junho (like a male character like him basically.) short stories etc.

i don’t know if some of you would like it?

anyway tell me,

love, luhna <3

[freshranchfirefestival]

[Squid Game] Happy Endings

Artist- @Sevvanto

[userluhna]

hiiiii ! first i wanted to say that i love your writing. it really touches me in a way that i can’t describe 🫶🏻

could i request a dae-ho x reader one shot, where him and reader are dancing in the living room on the song « johnny » by faye webster after reader had a nightmare about the games?

reader can be fem, male or gender neutral, anything is fine 🫶🏻

don’t feel forced to do it and take your time! 🩷

xoxo🩷🫶🏻

HIII!!

it’s so sweet okay :( thank you so much <3

you can found your request here

i took so long i’m so sorry, i’m trying to balance my summer job / holiday and my hobbies okay!!

take care <3

[userluhna]

࿔⋆ JUST A LITTLE BIT

kangdaeho x reader

based on this request

words: 665

warning: pure fluff. soft daeho.

the music was spilling out of the speaker—straight from your phone. the shared playlist, the one with hundreds of songs. daeho was at the counter, chopping vegetables. sweatpants slung low on his hips, that one tee that was always a bit too big on him. barefoot. hair down and soft.

you were leaning lazily on the edge, stealing the little cut pieces when you thought he wasn’t looking—teasing, half-smiling. “aah, stop it,” you say, shaking your head with a grin tugging at the corners of your lips, still reaching. he points at you with the back of the knife. “don’t steal my food.” your hand presses to your chest, mock offense.

“your food?” he nods, slow and sure. “and you’re threatening me. with a knife?” he clicks his tongue and turns back to the cutting board. you steal another piece. he exhales—long, slow, not really annoyed. “don’t blame me if i cut your finger.”

you laugh, the sound lazy, drawn out. “oh i will.” he bumps you with his hip. a quiet nudge, side to side. the song changes. slowly. you recognize it right away—you’d added it to the playlist, probably listened to it earlier that morning. and something in the room shifts. you move closer. your head finds his shoulder, settling in, and he knows what this is. he knows you. knows the way your body leans when you go soft like this—quiet, clingy, warm.

he hums, low. “nothing,” you mumble, but it isn’t. not really. your hand slides up his arm, resting briefly at his bicep. you give it a quick squeeze—just once. then you find his hand, tugging him gently from the counter.

he lifts an eyebrow, amused. but he already knows. you step back, guiding him with you, and he follows without resistance. “i know what you want,” he says. “yeah?” you ask, tilting your head, teasing still.

his hand finds your waist, fingers curling at your hip, thumb slipping under the hem of your shirt. the other hand stays in yours, guiding you into a slow spin. you let out a little laugh—soft, easy—and it makes him smile.

“there you go,” he murmurs, almost under his breath. and when you turn back to face him, he shifts closer. your bodies begin to sway, slow and close, barely moving but still dancing. his hands find your back, fingertips tracing gentle circles. one hand slips beneath your shirt, resting just under your ribs. you hum quietly, your head tucked against his chest. his chin settles on top of your head.

“i could stay here forever,” he says, voice barely above a whisper. “please do.” he laughs, quiet, and his lips brush the top of your head. you hear the breath leave him—slow, deep.

“oh i will.”

and when the song fades into the next, something quieter, something with space in it—you shift, just a little. he holds you tighter. just a bit.

“stay for a bit.” and you do. just stay.

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[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

"reblog to give the person you reblogged this from a strong motivation to write fanfics" actually it's comment nice things on your favorite authors' fics to give them each a strong motivation to write fanfics

[userluhna]

࿔⋆ TIME OUT

dad!myunggi x reader

based on this request

words: 775

warnings: fluff. this is my version of this character. no mention of squid game

enjoy! :)

it was just after a live stream.

like he always did, he checked his phone once it ended—scrolling through comments, reactions, little messages. sometimes he replied, sometimes not. sometimes, your leg would be draped across his lap, his hand resting lazily on your ankle, thumb brushing soft circles into your skin while you read or scrolled through your own phone.

“something new?” you’d ask. and most of the time, he wouldn’t say anything. just shook his head, or turned the screen toward you so you could see for yourself. sometimes he only stayed on it for a few minutes—just a quick check—then he’d get up. lean down, kiss your forehead, then your lips, while you were still curled up on the couch across from him.

“hey,” he’d say, when he was feeling soft. a little needy. you’d smile up at him—soft, slow. eyes drifting from his jaw to the little smirk tugging at his lips. sometimes, his thumb would graze your bottom lip just before he kissed it. and sometimes, his—your little girl would crawl into his lap like it was the most natural place in the world. her head resting on his chest, tiny hands grabbing at his shirt like it grounded her. his free hand—the one not holding his phone—would brush her hair back, and his lips would press gently into the top of her head. “you’re not sleepy?” he’d ask, voice low. she’d shake her head, barely. but her eyelids would flutter, already giving her away.

on those nights, you’d kiss his cheek even if he groaned at it. but he always smiled after. you’d kiss the top of her head too, and she’d let out this little sigh. not the annoyed kind. the kind that meant she felt safe. tired. warm. you’d turn off the light, and the only thing lighting up the room would be the pale blue glow of his phone screen. once, he got annoyed. oh, he could get annoyed sometimes.

“fucking saying that, but the guy couldn’t even—”

“oh fuck you,” he’d mutter under his breath. but if she was there, he would take a big breath instead. the kind that made his chest rise slow, like he was holding everything in. “appa mad?” she asked once. he just hummed, nodded a little, lips still pressed to her hair. “why?” he didn’t answer. kept scrolling.

so she did this one thing—took his phone right out of his hand and tossed it onto the couch. not far. just enough. his eyes went wide. “hey—hey, what the—” and she just giggled. “no more phone!” he blinked. it took a few seconds for him to even register what just happened. you were nearby, holding back a laugh when he shot you a look like did you see that shit?

“hey what—why?” he stared at her, confused. “no phone,” she said again, serious as a three-year-old could be. “baby, you can’t just throw my phone.”

“oh, but she just did,” you called from the kitchen. “you’re taking her side?” and that made her laugh even harder.

“oh you laughing?” he said, scooping her up. he spun her around the living room until she was squealing stop! between bursts of giggles. eventually, they collapsed back onto the couch, both of them a little dizzy. she was still in his lap, facing him.

“you still mad?” she asked, peering up at him. he shook his head slowly. “nah. not after that.” she grinned like she’d just saved the entire world. when she looked at you, you winked. “good job, baby.”

and later that night, when he found you in bed, he kissed you slower. like his hands remembered something. like his mouth had time. his voice dropped low when he whispered, “you know, i think there’s other ways to stop being annoyed by random comments.” you rolled your eyes, punched his chest—just a little. and then kissed him again.

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[userluhna]

Hiii

If you write or want to write for player

Lee Myung-gi how about him as a dad of a little almost 3 year old girl that puts his smartphone in time out after she noticed how he became super upset after some mean reactions in a live stream? Cute Family fluffness (i belive an AU Version of him could be a good dad!)

HIII!!

need to write more about him—

JUST POSTED IT :)

[userluhna]

I TAKE SO LOOOONG for my requests guys I SWEAR I’M TRYING MY BEST<33

[userluhna]

࿔⋆ SPARE KEY

hwangjunho x f!reader series

words: 1.7k

warning: none!

a/n: FINALLY!! requests are open for this series if you e got any QUESTIONS or for any feedback—i read everything.

maybe it just felt right.

maybe it was too early. but it still felt right anyway. maybe it was in the way his fingers always found that familiar spot on the small of your back when you laid your head on his shoulder. or the way he tucked your hair behind your ear—even when you weren’t paying attention, even when you weren’t looking.

maybe it was that one evening when taeyang had a rough day, upset about something he wouldn’t name, and you helped him through it. quiet, kind, patient. and later, when the noise died down, junho found you. he came up behind you, arms slipping gently around your waist. he leaned in, voice soft and close against your neck, and whispered, “you’re too good to them.” or maybe it was the way he remembered your favorite drink from when you were seventeen. how you’d always find it waiting in his hand when he knocked on your door. maybe it was the way he called you “love” with that rough, sleepy voice in the early mornings—especially after one of the many nights he stayed over.

you didn’t know where exactly it started, this feeling. maybe it was the kisses he pressed to your knuckles when you got anxious. or that one time he pulled you into his lap, told you to stop fidgeting, and tucked you closer against his chest. you’d let yourself lean into him, fully, and after that, you never hesitated again. he always brought something for your cat. a new toy. a treat. sometimes just a crumpled ribbon he knew she’d play with.

and it was in the little things, too. like the way his pinky always found yours under the table at his mom’s place. how he’d link them together and keep them there. she always asked about your job. “are you sleeping enough?”

“are the customers nice to you?” you told her about the middle-aged man who came in almost every day. how he called you “kid” last time and you ended up crying in the backroom. she just smiled, like she always did.

soft. gentle. warm. she kissed your cheek before you left and packed up leftovers in containers like she always did. “get home safe,” she told you—and then glanced at junho with a teasing smile.

“get my sweet girl home safe.” and he always nodded. always said, “i will.” his hand would find your thigh when he drove, thumb brushing slow, calming circles over your skin. sometimes, just so he could keep touching you, he’d switch gears with his other hand. you teased him every time.

“you really can’t get enough, huh?” your head would fall back against the seat, eyes on him. he’d smirk, just a little.

“never of you.” you’d laugh—quiet, through your nose. like it lived in the space between you. it was the way he parked so easily in front of your building, like he belonged there. the way he always walked you to the door. how he memorized the digicode without asking. how he held out his hand for you to take as you climbed the stairs.

and when he stepped inside, it felt like he just—knew. his shoes went in the same spot. his coat on the same hook. he let himself drop onto the couch, arms already out, already reaching. “come here,” he’d say, voice low and soft, smile lazy and worn from the day.

you’d settle against him without a word, your back to his chest, his lips brushing your neck, his arm wrapping around your waist like instinct. you stayed like that for a while. until your phone rang. you shifted to grab it. but it wasn’t your phone you picked up. it was your spare key. his key. he sat up, slow. the soft glow from the hallway lighting his face. and maybe you looked at him for a bit too long, fingers tight around the key. maybe that’s why he stood, eyes steady, walking toward you.

“what’s on your mind?” you held out your hand. “give me yours. and close your eyes.”

he laughed, just a little, eyebrows raised. “what?” you gave him that half-smile. the one that curled a little crooked. the one you always had when you were hiding something sweet. “just trust me. come on.” and he did. because he trusted you. because after months of dating, after years of knowing you—he always had. you placed the small key in his palm. you could see the smile forming already.

“you can open them now.” he did. his brows furrowed, but his lips were already curling at the corners. “you’re giving me a key?” you nodded. a little shy. he looked at you, eyes soft. “from your apartment?” you nodded again, slower this time.

his smile broke wider. “oh, angel,” he breathed, voice caught somewhere between disbelief and wonder. one hand closed over the key, the other reached up, fingers brushing your jaw. “are you serious?”

“of course,” you whispered. and let your cheek rest in his palm. he hugged you so tightly that night you could still feel it in your chest, even now. and it was new year’s when he used it. he came to pick you up for a gathering. friends, some from the café you ran, others you’d both known for years.

you weren’t ready yet. you’d locked the door because junho’s mom always sent messages like, “did you check the stove?” or “make sure everything’s locked, sweetheart.” you were still half-dressed in the bathroom when you heard the soft click of the door. his shoes off. his voice, light. “baby?” you peeked out of the bathroom and smiled. he waved, holding up the key with a quiet jingle. he’d gotten a little keychain for it. a simple one. you noticed. said nothing.

you ended up at one of junho’s best friends’ places that night. everyone gathered. laughter spilling out into the street later. taeyang and kira dancing half-drunk, seojin and minho chatting about the food. some friends talking work. things you didn’t quite catch. and then midnight. he kissed you. slow. careful. his hand on your jaw, yours curled around his wrist. his lips moved against yours like they had all the time in the world. his forehead rested against yours after. “god, i’m so glad you came back to me.”

“i’m so glad i found you again.” he kissed you again after that.

took a picture of the two of you. sent it to his mom, even though she was probably asleep. caption read: “happy new year eomma. love you.” she replied two minutes later. “happy new year. tell my girl i wish her everything good.”

after that night, he didn’t use the key that often—but when he did, it mattered. sometimes, he’d let himself in to make you dinner if you were stuck late at the café. or if you’d had a long shift and passed out the second you got home, he’d show up quietly the next morning and start cleaning.

and eventually, one quiet evening, he gave you a key back. “we’re always at your place anyway,” he said, but he still wanted you to have it. still wanted you to know—you were part of it.

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[lovemepartly]

first dates ✩ squid game characters

featuring: in-ho, sang-woo, dae-ho, jun-ho, thanos, namgyu, the salesman, myung-gi, gi-hun, gyeong-seok

synposis: it's in the title! first dates with squid game characters... where they would take you, how they would act, etc

warnings: a little bit suggestive? gi-hun's is post-games. not proofread

a/n: based on this request! i drank a whole bottle of carrot juice while writing this + fell 10x more in love with wi hajoon.. lmk if you guys want me to expand on any of these with a mini oneshot or something

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hwang in-ho

• where he takes you: a fancy restaurant— not to show off his money but because in-ho expects a certain level of quality and wants to create a good first impression for you. the restaurant is upscale and modern with a rooftop view.

• how he acts: stoic and composed. he's pretty quiet, but will participate in the conversation just enough to not give anything away about his job. he'll compliment you once throughout the night, something simple but sincere, enough to make you remember it for the rest of the week.

• end of the night: drives you home. he'll walk you up to your apartment and if he senses that you're interested in him (and c'mon how could you not be?) he'll kiss you— soft and sweet. he won't try to initiate anything else and will end the night with the promise to call.

cho sang-woo

• where he takes you: a quiet restaurant that you've never heard of but he swears it's his favorite. sang-woo likes this place because it's just elegant enough without being flashy and quiet, tucked away from the busy main street.

• how he acts: quiet, but more so because he's nervous and not good at letting people in. sang-woo's good at keeping conversation going, but honestly, doesn't want to waste his time or yours, so he might ask some deeper, personal questions.

• end of the night: walks you home and gives you his jacket to drape over your shoulders. he'll walk you up to your front door and might hesitate a little bit but will probably lean in to kiss you softly. if you invite him inside for drinks, he won't say no but won't do anything more than kissing.

kang dae-ho

• where he takes you: to an arcade. dae-ho likes to have fun on dates, especially on first dates, since it eases some of the pressure / expectations and to him, it's the best way to get to know someone. he'll have so much fun playing with you throughout the night and will probably do his best to get a cute stuffed animal from the crane to gift you.

• how he acts: lighthearted and funny. the kind to genuinely want to have fun on a first date and get to know you, playing every single game and secretly trying to impress you.

• end of the night: walks you home with the plushie he won you in your arms. he'll hold your hand on the walk home and has probably been working up the courage to find the right time to kiss you the whole night. when he gets to your front door, he looks like he wants to kiss you, but chickens out last minute and just kisses your cheek quickly before nearly tripping down the stairs.

hwang jun-ho

• where he takes you: his apartment, for a homemade meal. a true romantic. he'll cook a whole meal for you, probably some traditional food. he'll have a table set up with candles to provide dim lighting, and you just know that he thought about every small detail.

• how he acts: sooo charming and romantic— hell, this guy is making a whole meal for you. jun-ho listens intensely to everything you say, absentmindedly reaching for your hand across the table and tracing small circles on the back of your hand.

• end of the night: definitely gets shy at the end of the night, wondering if it's the right moment or not to kiss you. he'll lean in cautiously but will kiss you softly, one hand cupping your face. jun-ho definitely likes to take things slow, so he wouldn't try to initiate anything else, but would ask if you need a ride home.

thanos (choi su-bong)

• where he takes you: his penthouse. partly for convenience, to show off the house he bought when he blew up as a rapper, and well... because his bed is there. he'll probably order some takeout for the two of you and put on a movie or you'll play video games together.

• how he acts: definitely overconfident, especially if this is in the peak of his career. su-bong is the kind of guy who pulls the corniest moves— pretending to stretch and somehow draping his arm over you. he doesn't wait till the end of the night to kiss you, he'll do it in the middle of the movie when you so happen to meet his gaze that's been flickering back and forth between you and the screen for the past half hour.

• end of the night: it's not necessarily because he's not looking for anything serious, but su-bong just moves fast. the kisses throughout the night will eventually get more heated, so don't be surprised if you end up tangled up in his sheets. he has absolutely no objection to you spending the night, and honestly probably prefers it.

namgyu

• where he takes you: just a regular restaurant. not fast-food, but also not luxurious. it's very rare for namgyu to do serious relationships, so he likes to think of first dates as a middle ground to see how he feels about you, a simple restaurant is just the place to do so.

• how he acts: if he actually likes you, a little shy— hands fidgeting as he nods intensely to whatever you're talking about. if he's not looking for anything serious, he might look a little disinterested, eyes roaming over your figure. he thinks you can't notice but he's not very subtle.

• end of the night: it totally depends on how namgyu feels. if he wasn't looking for anything serious or felt like you guys didn't really click, he'll probably ask if you want to come over to his place. he'll take your yes as an answer and once at his apartment, he'll kiss you quickly and messily, hands slipping under your shirt. however— if namgyu actually likes you, he'll be a bit shyer and will probably only kiss you at the end of the night, although the kiss itself is intense.

the salesman

• where he takes you: a fancy restaurant. the salesman likes to show off the money he has, so expect the place to be luxurious. chandeliers, dim lighting, and white tablecloths.

• how he acts: confident and always with a small smirk on his face. the type of guy to order your meal for you. he listens intensely to everything you say, preferring that you talk, although he probably already knows everything about you. knows how to hold eye contact so well, making you look away and your heart flutter. with the salesman, it's all in the subtleties that will make you obsessed with him.

• end of the night: he'll drive you home, a hand resting on your hand the whole ride. also the type to kiss your hand softly while he drives— another small detail that he knows you'll be thinking about for weeks. he'll kiss you at the end of the night, slow yet intense, but won't try to initiate anything else.

myung-gi

• where he takes you: the aquarium. he'd want to do something more interesting on the first date and to him, going to an aquarium is such a cute idea. it could make a special place for the two of you as the relationship gets serious.

• how he acts: somehow both confident and nervous. confident in the way that he holds your hand and points to a pair of fish— "look, that's us!" but nervous in the way that he'll stumble over his words and his cheeks will flush every time you look up at him.

• end of the night: drives you home, his hand holding yours on the center console the whole time. he'll kiss you in his car, his hand cradling your face, slow and sweet. it's enough to leave you wanting more, but honestly, if you invite him up to your apartment, things could definitely escalate.

gi-hun

• where he takes you: similar to namgyu, just a simple restaurant where you can get to know each other. despite being somewhat of a romantic at heart, he likes to keep it simple on the first date but will definitely be willing to splurge more for you once it becomes official.

• how he acts: quiet and guarded, but sincere. he doesn't talk much, but has genuine interest in what you're saying. his eyes are always soft when he meets your eyes, but intense. he's hesitant to tell you about himself, feeling like his life before and during the games is completely separate to the one he's living now.

• end of the night: walks you home, hand holding yours softly. he'll kiss you softly but hesitantly, like he's scared to drive you away. he won't try to take things further, but wouldn't mind to continue getting to know you better if you invite him inside.

gyeong-seok

• where he takes you: (yes i'm going to romanticize him because i can) an art museum. as someone who's introverted, gyeong-seok loves dates like these because it gives space for conversation and silence.

• how he acts: a subtle gentleman— will open doors for you and gently place a hand on your back to guide you. he doesn't speak much, but always loves to share his thoughts or observations on certain art pieces.

• end of the night: gyeong-seok will buy you something small from the gift shop, like a small print of a piece that you mentioned you really liked. he's shy about it when he gives it to you, but wants you to have something to remember the night by. he'll walk you home and lend you his jacket if you're cold. definitely more hesitant on kissing you at the end of the night because he's scared you might not feel the same, but if he does it's soft and slow.

[userluhna]

Can u write Gihun x Reader cuddling with a fluff and angst?? Gihun said to reader "I won't leave you". Thank you >0<

HI!!!

yes of course just posted it :)

thank you for your request!!!

[userluhna]

࿔⋆ WON’T LEAVE

seonggihun x reader

based on this request

words: 760

warnings: hurt/comfort. poor baby needs a hug

enjoy! :)

it was around 3am when you felt arms wrap around you. slow at first, maybe even unsure. like they weren’t used to softness anymore. like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to be soft again. you’d heard gihun pacing for a long time. quiet footsteps across the bedroom floor, back and forth, like he was trying to walk the thoughts out of his head. then, finally, he came back to bed. found you in the dark.

he was shaking. not enough to make you worry out loud—but enough that you noticed. the way his body trembled just a little as he pulled you closer, like even that took effort. like he was afraid you’d vanish if he didn’t hold on tight enough. you turned to face him. his eyes were still closed, but his forehead was damp with sweat. the moonlight slipping through the curtains cast a faint glow across his face, enough to catch the way his jaw clenched and loosened again.

“hey,” you whispered. so soft that you weren’t even sure if he heard it.

he didn’t answer right away. just moved a hand to your back, the other sliding up behind your neck, careful. steady. drawing you in until there was no space left between you. “i won’t leave you,” he said. finally. voice low and rough, like it had scraped its way out of his chest. like it had been buried under too much silence.

“i swear i won’t.” your forehead rested gently against his, your thumb brushing beneath one eye. not to stop the tears—just to say i see you.

“i know you won’t,” you whispered. and he exhaled. a long, shuddering breath, like he hadn’t let himself breathe for hours. like just saying it out loud helped him believe it. you felt his breath against your collarbone. his hands were still gripping your back, clutching your shirt in fists, as if letting go would make this moment disappear. you didn’t pull away. maybe you even held him tighter than you ever had before. like if you blinked too long, he’d slip through your fingers.

you fell asleep like that. limbs tangled, breaths shared, hearts still too loud. you woke before him. which didn’t happen often anymore. he was still holding you. not quite as tight, but close. you watched the way his chest rose with each slow breath. his eyelids twitched like he was dreaming, but his face was peaceful in a way it hadn’t been for days.

you brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. leaned in to press the softest kiss there. light enough that his skin barely felt it, but enough that you meant it. minutes passed. then he stirred. his fingers flexed against your spine. a quiet little smile tugged at his lips—not wide, but honest. he could feel you watching him. could feel your warmth still tucked against him.

“hey,” he mumbled. his voice was low, coated in sleep, but softer than the dark. somehow always softer with you. “hi,” you whispered back. he blinked a few times, then looked at you.

“you’re still here.” you nodded. didn’t say much. didn’t need to. and then—after a pause long enough to let the air settle between you—

“so are you.” he kissed your cheek. then your forehead. maybe his lips brushed your jaw too, like he didn’t want to miss anything.

“told you i won’t leave you.”

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[userluhna]

hii!!! Im so sorry if this bothers you but do you have anything ready for the jun-ho series?? Its SO good!!

hi—first of all, I’M SO HAPPY YOU GUYS LOVE IT OKAY!!!

i swear i’m bringing more very, very soon. i’m just trying to get through my requests and enjoy a bit of summer break too <3

[userluhna]

taking some time off with friends this weekend, guys.

i’ll be going through my requests on monday (love them all—can’t wait to write!!)

and starting a new chapter of my series hwangiunho x f!reader!! (finally.)

take care <3 MWAH 💋

[userluhna]

man i think i miss sangwoo