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I literally cant fucking breathe 

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piano man

angst, mention of death.

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated!

Zerobaseone disbanded a few years ago. They all went their seperate ways.

Hanbin has taken over his mother's cafe, serving customers. He sees the regular crowd coming in and leaving in a constant flow.

Zhang Hao is teaching his stsudents how to play the violin, teaching them ZB1 songs. Giving them a sad smile remembering his ZB1 days.

Yujin is still on the stage, singing zb1 songs for his fans, Zhang Hao and Hanbin listening to him on their TV, smiling at their maknae.

Gunwook is smiling at Hanbin who hands him his coffee.

"I miss everyone." Gunwook says as tears stream down his face. Hanbin can do nothing but give him a pat on the head. "Hyung, I believe this is killing me." He tries to smile to no avail.

"I'm sure we could have been Movie stars like Jiwoong hyung if we could move on." Hanbin says smiling at Gunwook who just stares at this coffee with tears streaming down his face.

Gunwook smiles hearing Hanbin's words because he's right. Everyone moved on, but at times it was comforting seeing the faces of his old friends.

Now Taerae took an old offer and joined another company as a soloist. Kim Taerae the romantic, who never had time for a wife.

He's talking to Junhyeon who's still in in TIOT and probably will be for life.

And matthew is now in a lot of commercials. Enjoying his time promoting different fried chicken brands. Sending fried chicken to his old friends knowing that food is the only way of feeling like they're still together.

Ricky's business is going successful, his dad is proud of his son. Ricky looks at the cafe seeing the posters of ZB1 all over the place. He has an awkward expression on his face as he realises that it's all gone. ZB1 is history that this cafe is not planning on letting be forgotten.

They're sharing a drink they call loneliness, but it's better than drinking alone.

The cafe is home, a refuge for all 9 of them.

Sing us a song you're the piano man, sing us a song tonight. Well we're all in a mood for a melody and you've got us feeling alright.

He looks at the crowd, it's a reasonable crowd for a Saturday. Hareum waves and gives him a smile, knowing they all came for him, to relieve their old times and forget about the pain of the present.

Gyuvin enters the cafe with his daughter and son in a pram. Hareum takes the pram taking them to the park so Gyuvin can relax.

He looks at a table, where Gunwook, Yujin and Hanbin are sat together, chatting about their current life. He doesn't move, he stands near the back exit not wanting to miss a moment.

Jiwoong enters the cafe as Matthew enters behind him. Gyuvin doesn't miss the way Matthew's eyes lit up seeing Gunwook. He also doesn't miss how Hanbin stops talking and his eyes fill with a look of familiarity and love as he hears a violin playing a song they called their own. Turning in his seat to see Zhang Hao approaching them whilst playing the song on his violin.

Hanbin gets up pulling Zhang Hao into a hug as Jiwoong ruffles Yujin's hair and Matthew and Gunwook smile at eachother knowing time came in the way of their relationship.

Their eyes betray them. Their eyes are still filled with love, longing and something even stronger. A friendship that was ruined by the terrible thing called time and distance.

Taerae enters a few minutes later, his dimples still as prominent as ever. His smile causing Gyuvin to tear up knowing he hadn't seen that smile in so long. They all gather together at the table waiting for Ricky and Gyuvin.

"What are you doing here?"

Gyuvin turns to face the source of those words. He didn't speak, only kept looking at him, fearing that if he looked away or blinked Ricky would disapear.

Ricky smiles at Gyuvin and he grabs his arm and pulls him towards the table where the 7 men were already sat.

Eventhiugh they all grew up, went different paths and would never be zerobaseone again, they were still one.

They were a group of people who became friends at their lowest point of their lives. They promised eachother that no matter what would happen, they would still meet up once a while. Gyuvin had been the one to arrange this meeting.

They all smiled, sitting down together. Matthew had brought some fried chicken, which they all ate with happiness.

Hanbin smiled seeing them all together after so long. A part of him feeling like a failure knowing he couldn't keep them together.

Yujin, Taerae and Gyuvin stood up standing on the table as they sang their hearts out.

Ricky laughed seeing how sad Gyuvin looked.

"Sing us a song you're the piano man, sing us a song tonight. Well we're all in the mood for a melody and you've got us feeling alright." They all sang together as Hao started playing his Violin and Jiwoong played the piano that was next to him.

They all stared at the letter that Matthew had handed out. He was getting married and he wanted them to be his groomsmen.

Gunwook sobbed when Matthew had asked him to be his best man.

The atmosphere was beautiful. Gyuvin knew he had to say it now. He knew everything would change, but he was scared of having to leave without a proper goodbye.

He sighed as he looked at the guys who were singing along to the song. He waited until the song was over and they had all calmed down.

"I have something to tell you all." Gyuvin spoke up.

They all looked at Gyuvin, some were looking at him with a glint in their eyes, thinking maybe Gyuvin was going to remarry after his wife's death.

Nothing could have prepared them for the words that left Gyuvin's mouth.

"I'm dying."

There was silence, complete utter silence. Taerae's dimples were gone, the glint of mischieve in Yujin's eyes was replaced by utter terror.

Gunwook and Matthew stilled, Hanbin and Zhang Hao grabbed eachothers hands to steady themselves.

Jiwoong put his cup down.

Gyuvin looked at Ricky who looked back at him with emptiness in his eyes.

No one spoke up for a few minutes.

Hareum came back with Gyuvin's kids. Seeing the solemn mood, she knew Gyuvin had told them what he had told her.

Gyuvin smiled as Taerae sat down on his chair looking at his cup.

"Death is inevitable. I'm sorry that our path had to end this way."

Hanbin shook his head as Yujin and Matthew wiped their tears.

"What do you want to do?" Ricky asked. Gyuvin couldn't help but tear up seeing him try to be strong. He saw the way Ricky was shaking.

"I want to perform as Zerobaseone, together, all 9 of us one last time."

They all looked at Gyuvin with a sad smile on their face.

"Hareum put on a song for us" Hanbin shouted to his sister, who only nodded and went to put on piano man again.

knowing this would probably be their last time with all 9 of them.

They made the best of it. All of them standing up and singing as zerobaseone one final time.

They sang as tears streamed down their faces knowing so many words had gone unsaid. They held eachothers hands knowing that for the time Gyuvin is here, they will spend it reliving their youth.

what zb1 got up to after their disbandment.

Gyuvin left the music industry to become a family man and was the father of two adorable babies who he called rose and zero.

Hanbin who took over his mother's cafe and became a part-time kindergarten teacher.

Taerae who is still a singer at another company who treats him well. He has had a few collab stages with Yujin whose career is kicking off.

Yujin who graduated knowing that the hyungs who were there were no longer zb1, but hyungs who were now strangers.

He couldn't help but feel alone. His hyungs were at the back cheering him on, and he was on the satge with his diploma feeling more alone than ever before.

Jiwoong went back to acting, becoming one of the highest paid actors in south korea with a very packed schedule, he made time to come over to Hanbin's cafe and Gunwook's apartment to catch up with them.

Ricky, who even though took over his family's business was casted by KOZ. He knew that korea was not going to accept him, but seeing Sungho and Jaehyun telling him to join the company he couldn't help but accept the offer.

Zico had smiled when he accepted the offer knowing that he would make sure that Ricky would shine the brighest on the stage.

Matthew who had finally gotten fried chicken ads was doing better than ever. He would frequently send food to his ex-members hoping they were healthy and well. He would eat chicken pretending all his friends were still

Gunwook who decided to focus on his studies and started a youtube channel where he would react to videos zerose had made. His YouTube channel had caused him to get casted for an educational programme.

Zhang Hao who decided he wanted to give teaching another chance. He taught some students who were now independent artists. He would smile seeing them pop up on his TV, 9 of his students had created a little group.

Hao couldn't help when he saw hints of the ex-zb1 members in his students.

authors note: I was inspired by the song piano man, seeing all those videos of kpop groups had me welling up.

This morning I saw some (well to be fair I searched them up) zb1 disbandment videos on tiktok. Those videos caused me to get really sad and emo and I was like "hmmm what better way of dealing with my emotions than writing an angst story about zb1???"

Gyuvin getting sick was lowkey inspired by his past life hypnosis video and well because he's really kind and sweet and those people always die or get sick like (DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED HOUSE MD OR ARE PLANNING ON WATCHING IT) wilson.

I also wanted to make it to be a bit like how house ran away with wilson so they could spend his last days together.

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piano man

angst, mention of death.

likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated!

Zerobaseone disbanded a few years ago. They all went their seperate ways.

Hanbin has taken over his mother's cafe, serving customers. He sees the regular crowd coming in and leaving in a constant flow.

Zhang Hao is teaching his stsudents how to play the violin, teaching them ZB1 songs. Giving them a sad smile remembering his ZB1 days.

Yujin is still on the stage, singing zb1 songs for his fans, Zhang Hao and Hanbin listening to him on their TV, smiling at their maknae.

Gunwook is smiling at Hanbin who hands him his coffee.

"I miss everyone." Gunwook says as tears stream down his face. Hanbin can do nothing but give him a pat on the head. "Hyung, I believe this is killing me." He tries to smile to no avail.

"I'm sure we could have been Movie stars like Jiwoong hyung if we could move on." Hanbin says smiling at Gunwook who just stares at this coffee with tears streaming down his face.

Gunwook smiles hearing Hanbin's words because he's right. Everyone moved on, but at times it was comforting seeing the faces of his old friends.

Now Taerae took an old offer and joined another company as a soloist. Kim Taerae the romantic, who never had time for a wife.

He's talking to Junhyeon who's still in in TIOT and probably will be for life.

And matthew is now in a lot of commercials. Enjoying his time promoting different fried chicken brands. Sending fried chicken to his old friends knowing that food is the only way of feeling like they're still together.

Ricky's business is going successful, his dad is proud of his son. Ricky looks at the cafe seeing the posters of ZB1 all over the place. He has an awkward expression on his face as he realises that it's all gone. ZB1 is history that this cafe is not planning on letting be forgotten.

They're sharing a drink they call loneliness, but it's better than drinking alone.

The cafe is home, a refuge for all 9 of them.

Sing us a song you're the piano man, sing us a song tonight. Well we're all in a mood for a melody and you've got us feeling alright.

He looks at the crowd, it's a reasonable crowd for a Saturday. Hareum waves and gives him a smile, knowing they all came for him, to relieve their old times and forget about the pain of the present.

Gyuvin enters the cafe with his daughter and son in a pram. Hareum takes the pram taking them to the park so Gyuvin can relax.

He looks at a table, where Gunwook, Yujin and Hanbin are sat together, chatting about their current life. He doesn't move, he stands near the back exit not wanting to miss a moment.

Jiwoong enters the cafe as Matthew enters behind him. Gyuvin doesn't miss the way Matthew's eyes lit up seeing Gunwook. He also doesn't miss how Hanbin stops talking and his eyes fill with a look of familiarity and love as he hears a violin playing a song they called their own. Turning in his seat to see Zhang Hao approaching them whilst playing the song on his violin.

Hanbin gets up pulling Zhang Hao into a hug as Jiwoong ruffles Yujin's hair and Matthew and Gunwook smile at eachother knowing time came in the way of their relationship.

Their eyes betray them. Their eyes are still filled with love, longing and something even stronger. A friendship that was ruined by the terrible thing called time and distance.

Taerae enters a few minutes later, his dimples still as prominent as ever. His smile causing Gyuvin to tear up knowing he hadn't seen that smile in so long. They all gather together at the table waiting for Ricky and Gyuvin.

"What are you doing here?"

Gyuvin turns to face the source of those words. He didn't speak, only kept looking at him, fearing that if he looked away or blinked Ricky would disapear.

Ricky smiles at Gyuvin and he grabs his arm and pulls him towards the table where the 7 men were already sat.

Eventhiugh they all grew up, went different paths and would never be zerobaseone again, they were still one.

They were a group of people who became friends at their lowest point of their lives. They promised eachother that no matter what would happen, they would still meet up once a while. Gyuvin had been the one to arrange this meeting.

They all smiled, sitting down together. Matthew had brought some fried chicken, which they all ate with happiness.

Hanbin smiled seeing them all together after so long. A part of him feeling like a failure knowing he couldn't keep them together.

Yujin, Taerae and Gyuvin stood up standing on the table as they sang their hearts out.

Ricky laughed seeing how sad Gyuvin looked.

"Sing us a song you're the piano man, sing us a song tonight. Well we're all in the mood for a melody and you've got us feeling alright." They all sang together as Hao started playing his Violin and Jiwoong played the piano that was next to him.

They all stared at the letter that Matthew had handed out. He was getting married and he wanted them to be his groomsmen.

Gunwook sobbed when Matthew had asked him to be his best man.

The atmosphere was beautiful. Gyuvin knew he had to say it now. He knew everything would change, but he was scared of having to leave without a proper goodbye.

He sighed as he looked at the guys who were singing along to the song. He waited until the song was over and they had all calmed down.

"I have something to tell you all." Gyuvin spoke up.

They all looked at Gyuvin, some were looking at him with a glint in their eyes, thinking maybe Gyuvin was going to remarry after his wife's death.

Nothing could have prepared them for the words that left Gyuvin's mouth.

"I'm dying."

There was silence, complete utter silence. Taerae's dimples were gone, the glint of mischieve in Yujin's eyes was replaced by utter terror.

Gunwook and Matthew stilled, Hanbin and Zhang Hao grabbed eachothers hands to steady themselves.

Jiwoong put his cup down.

Gyuvin looked at Ricky who looked back at him with emptiness in his eyes.

No one spoke up for a few minutes.

Hareum came back with Gyuvin's kids. Seeing the solemn mood, she knew Gyuvin had told them what he had told her.

Gyuvin smiled as Taerae sat down on his chair looking at his cup.

"Death is inevitable. I'm sorry that our path had to end this way."

Hanbin shook his head as Yujin and Matthew wiped their tears.

"What do you want to do?" Ricky asked. Gyuvin couldn't help but tear up seeing him try to be strong. He saw the way Ricky was shaking.

"I want to perform as Zerobaseone, together, all 9 of us one last time."

They all looked at Gyuvin with a sad smile on their face.

"Hareum put on a song for us" Hanbin shouted to his sister, who only nodded and went to put on piano man again.

knowing this would probably be their last time with all 9 of them.

They made the best of it. All of them standing up and singing as zerobaseone one final time.

They sang as tears streamed down their faces knowing so many words had gone unsaid. They held eachothers hands knowing that for the time Gyuvin is here, they will spend it reliving their youth.

what zb1 got up to after their disbandment.

Gyuvin left the music industry to become a family man and was the father of two adorable babies who he called rose and zero.

Hanbin who took over his mother's cafe and became a part-time kindergarten teacher.

Taerae who is still a singer at another company who treats him well. He has had a few collab stages with Yujin whose career is kicking off.

Yujin who graduated knowing that the hyungs who were there were no longer zb1, but hyungs who were now strangers.

He couldn't help but feel alone. His hyungs were at the back cheering him on, and he was on the satge with his diploma feeling more alone than ever before.

Jiwoong went back to acting, becoming one of the highest paid actors in south korea with a very packed schedule, he made time to come over to Hanbin's cafe and Gunwook's apartment to catch up with them.

Ricky, who even though took over his family's business was casted by KOZ. He knew that korea was not going to accept him, but seeing Sungho and Jaehyun telling him to join the company he couldn't help but accept the offer.

Zico had smiled when he accepted the offer knowing that he would make sure that Ricky would shine the brighest on the stage.

Matthew who had finally gotten fried chicken ads was doing better than ever. He would frequently send food to his ex-members hoping they were healthy and well. He would eat chicken pretending all his friends were still

Gunwook who decided to focus on his studies and started a youtube channel where he would react to videos zerose had made. His YouTube channel had caused him to get casted for an educational programme.

Zhang Hao who decided he wanted to give teaching another chance. He taught some students who were now independent artists. He would smile seeing them pop up on his TV, 9 of his students had created a little group.

Hao couldn't help when he saw hints of the ex-zb1 members in his students.

authors note: I was inspired by the song piano man, seeing all those videos of kpop groups had me welling up.

This morning I saw some (well to be fair I searched them up) zb1 disbandment videos on tiktok. Those videos caused me to get really sad and emo and I was like "hmmm what better way of dealing with my emotions than writing an angst story about zb1???"

Gyuvin getting sick was lowkey inspired by his past life hypnosis video and well because he's really kind and sweet and those people always die or get sick like (DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED HOUSE MD OR ARE PLANNING ON WATCHING IT) wilson.

I also wanted to make it to be a bit like how house ran away with wilson so they could spend his last days together.

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I have been waiting all year to post this.

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welcoming back this iconic post

when she says she doesn’t send nudes

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which one of u was going to tell me that tea tastes different if u put it in hot water?

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Sign this petition if you want to prevent this disaster by searching “Protect the Porkies, Protect Lake Superior— Stop the Copperwood Mine!” at change.org.

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⋆♱✮♱⋆ D is for delightful (part 2)

Ni-ki Nishimura x fem!reader

wc. 1.9k words

summary: after pairing up with a slytherin for a potion project, you somehow find yourself unable to tear away from him  

tw. fem!reader, reader is implied to be a gryffindor, enha and giselle (my beautiful gorgeous queen 😫🧎🏻‍♀️) mentioned and all implied to be Slytherins, party & mention of minors drinking and smoking.

a/n. I didn't know what to choose for his cologne so I looked up what parfum ni-ki wears (i felt like a fucking creep 😭) say someone said it was a Jo Malone basil mandarin perfume so yeah 😁

part 1

Quidditch season has its way of bringing students of the same house together. No matter your opinion on your fellow housemates, quidditch is quidditch. Heading down to the great Hall for breakfast, you can feel the excitement of the first match of the season; Ravenclaw against Slytherin. You sit down at the Gryffindor table, serving yourself some porridge, fruits and a cup of coffee. As you start eating, you feel a light tap on your shoulder. You turn around, met with Ni-ki, a cocky smirk adoring his face. “We’re hosting a party tonight after the match, wanna come?” You knit your brows. “Already planning a party? You didn't even win yet?” He flashes you a confident smile. “Winning is guaranteed, Ravenclaw’s team isn't winning anytime soon.” You snort, teasing him. “Nah y’all are gonna lose.” 

Ni-ki gasps dramatically at your response, clutching his heart, pretending to be in great physical pain. “How dare you. Do you have no faith in me???” You laugh at his dramatic antics. “Are they even gonna let you play? You skipped detention the whole week.” Ni-ki grins slyly at you, as if you had asked an absurd question. “Of course they’ll let me play, I'm the best chaser we’ve got.” He says cockily, earning himself a glare from Jake. “Besides, I’ve already got out of those detentions with a little help from Jay, no need to worry.” You roll your eyes, serving yourself another cup of coffee. “Please don't bring Jay into your shit…” You look around, trying to catch a glimpse of the boy. “Jay isn't even here, is he still asleep???” Heeseung pipes up. “He's up, probably still under the shower.” You nod. “You better catch the snitch quickly, it's cold as shit outside.” Heeseung rolls his eyes at your comment and scoffs. “Don't tell me what to do, I'll catch it at my own pace.” You sigh, already regretting not bringing something hotter against the cold november weather. Before anyone can add anything, Jay arrives, greeting everyone with a nod. “Well well well, look who decided to join us…” At Jay’s arrival, you decide to take your plate and cup, sitting down at the Slytherin table. Jake smiles, knocking your shoulder with his. “Finally decided to join us huh?” You nod, swallowing your food. You glance to your right, Jay still standing up, half asleep. You pat the spot next to you. “Sit down and eat. You have 10 minutes before you guys have to leave.” Jay’s eyes meet yours, he nods and takes the stop next to you, you serve him a cup of coffee and Jungwon starts piling up food on his plate. Jay blinks a couple of times, trying to chase the fatigue. “How are you so… hyper this morning?” “This is actually my fourth cup of coffee.” Jay shakes his head, mumbling something that sounds like Lord have mercy under his breath. Sunoo, who was uncharacteristically quiet, finally pipes up “If we win, will you come to the party Y/n?” Ni-ki sends him a look “You mean WHEN we win.” “Of course I will” You smile and glance at Ni-ki who's already looking at you.

The next few minutes are spent by Heeseung, Sunghoon, Ni-ki and Jake discussing the best way to beat ravenclaw – in the most humiliating way possible – Jay nodding along, playing with the food on his plate. They leave in a hurry to get changed in their quidditch robes. Jungwon gets up and starts heading to the quidditch area, you and Sunoo following. The three of you head out of the school, the freezing November breeze making you shiver. Tucking your face into your scarf you decide now is the perfect time to talk. “I am NOT lasting ‘til the end of the year, Nishimura is gonna be the death of me.” Sunoo laughs, as if he was expecting you to bring up Ni-ki, Jungwon on the other hand looks concerned considering how much you ramble about him. “May I ask why Nishimura out of all people is gonna be the death of you?” He inquired, his voice tinged with playful judgment. You flash him an apologetic smile and start gushing about Ni-ki. “Did you see how he looked at me earlier??? I thought I was gonna have a heart attack. I don't know if I wanna punch him or eat him up-” Sunoo grabs your arm, a delighted laugh escaping his lips, as Jungwon gives you a weirded out look – he's not quite sure what you mean by that. 

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The match finally came to an end, Slytherin completely obliterating Ravenclaw with a whooping 250 to 50. You meet up with the rest of the group in the Great Hall for dinner. “Ni-ki that goal was something else, I mean throwing the quaffle all the way from the Slytherin goalpost and scoring? It was amazing.” Jake nods in agreement, headlocking Ni-ki, ruffling his hair. “You were insane out there mate, I didn't expect you to score like that.” Ni-ki finally getting out of Jake’s tight grip, he smirks at you. “Told ya we were gonna win. Now you better come to the party angel” You roll your eyes trying to ignore how your stomach seems to be doing cartwheels because of a simple pet name. Giselle, a friend you made since you started hanging out with Slytherins smiles at you “Wanna get ready together? You can bring your dress with you so we can get ready in my room!” “Okay!”

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“You look great.” You make eye contact with Giselle through the bathroom mirror, adding some mascara to your lower lashes. You’re wearing a black slip dress, with black heels and your hair is down. You smile. “Thanks Giselle, I love your dress by the way. It's so cute!” Giselle smiles, tugging her loose soft pink hair behind her ear before crouching down to put on her heels. You let out a yawn, feeling the lack of sleep of last night – as well as the caffeine crash – getting to you. You set the mascara tube down, giving yourself one last once over, before heading into the Slytherin common room with Giselle. As you both get down to the common room, Giselle whispers “Go get your man.” in your ear. The party is in full swing, music blaring and people drinking and dancing everywhere. The room is dimly lit with Slytherin color, the atmosphere lively and electric. In the sea of partying students, you spot Ni-ki, cigarette in one hand, drink in the other. He spots you too, greeting you with a hug. “Hey, nice dress” He speaks loudly, trying to make himself heard over the loud music. He hands you a drink. “Thanks! Giselle kinda left me. Do you know where she went?” Ni-ki looks around, trying to find her. He taps your shoulder, giving you a shrug. “I can't see her sorry angel.” He pauses, taking a hit of his cigarette, blowing the smoke into rings. He smirks, eyes roaming around your body. “Seems like you’re stuck with me sweetheart.” You roll your eyes, unable to meet his – suddenly finding the content of the drink he had handed you interesting. 

You take a sip of your drink, face scrunching at the taste of alcohol burning your throat. You turn back to look at Ni-ki, only to find him already looking at you. It's not the way he usually looks at you, with mischief because saying or doing something that would get him in trouble, there’s something different in those eyes and it seems whatever changed somehow makes you even more drawn to him. You can already feel your body loosening up, the alcohol making its way in your system. You grab the half burned cigarette from his grasp, taking a hit. There's a hint of surprise in Ni-ki’s expression, that's quickly replaced by delight and something else you can't quite place your finger on. 

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You are not God's strongest soldier. Three drinks in and you somehow found yourself resting your head on Ni-ki’s chest, arms around his waist, one of his hands on the small of your back, the other holding onto his – technically yours since he stole it – drink. The scent of his cologne – a citrus and amber-like scent– filling your nostrils. The party is still raging, people everywhere and it doesn't seem to stop anything soon. Ni-ki gently whispers in your ear. “Hey sweetheart can't have you falling asleep on me, why don't you call it a night huh?” – You can practically hear the small smirk that must be forming on his face by now – You distance yourself from him, just enough to see his face. His eyes find yours and he smiles. It's a smile you could get used to seeing – it's sweet and it makes you believe you might actually have a chance with the boy – you nod, silently agreeing to call if for today. “Mkay… I'll go to sleep.” Maybe it was because of the smile he’d flashed or maybe it had only to do with the alcohol you had, but you get on your tiptoes, kissing him goodnight. “I think you missed darling, you must be very drunk if you don't know where my lips are.” Its harmless teasing really, usually a simple eye roll to brush it off would have done the trick. But today, you decide that yes, maybe you should kiss him if it means he’ll finally realize you’d like to be the only one he flirts with, the only one he kisses. And so you roll your eyes, “You’re so demanding Nishimura, you’re lucky I love you.” and kiss him. It’s sweet, you can taste the lingering taste of the alcohol on his lips. He pulls you closer, deepening the kiss, his lips moving against yours and you're suddenly aware of what you're doing. You break the kiss and mumble a quick “Good night.” before heading upstairs, crashing in Giselle’s room

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Drinking was not a good idea. At all. Whatever was in the drinks, it was strong, strong enough that you find yourself waking up the next morning having absolutely no recollection of why you were not in your bed. You can tell Giselle is in bed by the steady sound of breathing behind you. You try getting up an arm wrapping around your waist, someone snuggling into you. You freeze, turning your head slightly – to your surprise Ni-ki is behind you, still asleep. “Hm Ni-ki? Wake up.” You try shaking him awake. He makes a noise between a groan and moan but he opens his eyes, taking you in. “What?” His voice is still laced with sleep, deeper than usual. You look at him bewildered, wondering how he could be so calm. “What??? What do you mean ‘what’??? What the fuck are you doing in Giselle’s room and why are you sleeping next to me???” Now it’s Ni-ki’s turn to look confused. He props himself on his elbow. “Hey hey hey, calm down princess, I'll have you know last night you crashed in MY room, and I need my beauty sleep so I slept in my bed. I was sure you wouldn't mind… You know since you love me.” he adds teasingly. Oh the bastard. You can already feel your cheeks flustered and unfortunately for you, the memories of last night are finally becoming clearer. And you can clearly remember not only telling him you loved him but the feel of his lips against yours. You blink trying to chase the memory from your mind. “I- ok maybe I do. But so what?” He smiles as if he knew you would say something like that. “I was thinking about asking you out so that we could share our first kiss more… romantic setting but looks like you beat me to it angel.” “Oh shut up Nishimura.” He smirks. “So, can I be your boyfriend?” “Yes”

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pukicho you will always be a radiant goddess in my eyes

i was under the impression you were a woman for years

I must have seemed a radiant goddess in your eyes

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Who’s the tallest man alive?

Me with my patented Sky Boots

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musk is going to die in a Tesla explosion in 6 months after sticking his nose where it doesn't belong and we will never get a conclusive answer on whether it was a CIA car bomb or just a normal Tesla malfunction

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⟡ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒔─────𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅.

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝑙𝑖𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑦⠀⠀⠀୨୧ ⠀⠀⠀𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀⠀〝⠀ 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆. heeseung is rather strict about his phone, and if anyone else asked to use it, he’d hesitate, always peeking over their shoulder to make sure they didn’t see what they weren’t supposed to. but with you? he’s entirely different. the second you glance at his phone, it’s already yours. whether it be to google something stupid or just go through his camera roll, he wouldn’t mind. if you take a few silly photos of yourself—your tongue sticking out or your nose scrunched—he’d smile earnestly upon discovering them, staring at the pictures of you like you’re the prettiest, most dear thing ever (to him, you are). the only thing he doesn’t want you to stumble upon is the secret photo album that he’s made just for you; he goes through it when he’s especially missing you, but that’s far too embarrassing for you to find out. if you ever ask why he doesn’t care when you take his phone, he’d simply shrug, pretending to be casual, but the grin on his face gives him away. “because it’s you. and i trust you.”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆. jay likes to keep his personal space, and he always makes sure anyone around him is at a reasonable distance. he’s different with you, though, making an exception just because of how tender your touch is. sometimes, when the two of you are sitting next to each other and you’re feeling weirdly shy (despite the fact that you’re literally dating him), jay would notice. it’s in the way you contemplatively glance at his hand, debating whether to reach for it or not. he’d smile before deciding not to let you think any harder, grabbing your hand and holding it in his—tight enough to express his love, but not to the point where he’s hurting you. he’d shift closer, so close that there’s no space between the two of you, before tilting your head into the warmth of his neck while his thumb drew slow, soothing patterns up and down your arm. there’s no real explanation for you to be this close to jay—he just wants you to be. as uncharacteristic as it might be for him to crave proximity; he craves it with you, because it just feels so right. if anybody thought to tease him or you about it, he’d scowl, shooing them away, for all he wanted was a moment more with you and just you.

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍. it’s not like jake lets you tickle him. he hates being tickled by anyone, let alone his girlfriend! too bad for him, ever since you learned of how ticklish he was, you’ve been absolutely abusing the fact: tickling him when you wanted something, when he said no to you… the likes. it’s just that everytime your hands reached for his ribs, he didn’t pull away, even though he very well could, being stronger than you and all. perhaps it was the way your eyes glimmered, reflecting the mischievousness in your head that completely stilled jake’s brain, rendering him defenseless. the giggles that left his mouth against his will made you laugh, as well. “no—stop! seriously!” he protests, but his hands lay at his sides, not even trying to push you off, an observation that made you grin. after a few more seconds of your hands on his torso and his laughter in the air, you finally decided to pull your hands away. as soon as you did, jake’s fingers wrapped around your wrists, pressing you against his undulating chest. you barely had time to process this, because before you knew it, his hands loosened on your wrist, moving to gently hold your face, and then his smiling lips were on yours: soft, yet playful still. when he pulled back and saw your half-closed eyes, he grinned even wider. “now you’re the speechless one,” he teased. “shut up! you giggle like a girl…”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍. “you know,” sunghoon’s accusatory voice cuts through your focus, making you freeze. you slowly turn to him with guilt written all over your face, caught in the act of rummaging through his color-coordinated closet, looking for yet another piece of clothing to ‘borrow.’ “you’re lucky i like you enough to let you take my clothes,” he says, a small smirk playing on his lips. “i’m not taking your clothes!” you lied, unconvincingly so. sunghoon just laughed and walked closer to you. he picked up a soft, gray hoodie—the one he knew was your favorite—and held it up to your torso. the familiar scent of sandalwood and roses greeted your nostrils as he hummed in consideration. “i don’t mind, though.” sunghoon’s tone was softer now. “you look cute in them. just you.” and it was true. sunghoon barely lets even his closest friends borrow his clothes—his wardrobe is far too expensive, and he doesn’t trust anyone to treat it right. but there’s something so cute about the way you look in his hoodies, the ones that you drown in, that fall all the way down to your thighs and hang over your hands; he can’t help but lend you any piece of his that you want. even if you do stain his clothes, he wouldn’t mind, not really. he would just laugh softly and kiss away your worried apologies while whispering that he could always buy another one. seeing you in his hoodies is worth any stain or wrinkle.

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎. whenever anyone else so much as tries to grab a bite from his plate, sunoo slaps their hand away—“you have your own plate!” he’d say, even if they didn’t, as he shielded his plate. but you’re not anyone else, for the second his gaze caught yours lingering on his food, he’d smile, ready to give you anything you want off his plate and then some. “hungry?” sunoo tilts his head, your sheepish eyes giving him the answer he already knows. “here.” sunoo holds up a forkful of his mango fruit to your mouth. your eyes spoke depths of gratitude, and starvation. however, just as you leaned in, he laughed, pulling it away from you. “you have to say please, first.” your jaw dropped slightly in disbelief, but sunoo just shrugged, “it is my food, after all.” after a few seconds of silent expectancy, your expression shifted into one of desperation. “sunoo!” you whined, your tone drenched in plea and reprimand. his laughter softened, and he finally relented, letting you eat the fruit. the vague tang of the mango made you smile, and any irritation you held suddenly dissolved. “be glad i tolerate you,” you huff, plucking another slice off his plate while sunoo watched, his heart brimming with warmth. between all the mangos and the little jokes, sunoo decided that you were the sweetest thing of all.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍. jungwon is, without a doubt, one of the busiest people you know! he has places to be and things to do; if he’s having a particularly busy day, his first priority would be to finish any and all tasks he has, and if anyone else asks him to take a break and spend time with them, his answer would be an immediate but gentle ‘no.’ but, you on the other hand; nothing comes before you when you need him. he would give up anything to spend time with you, no matter when you asked. “jungwon, can we hang out? i’m bored,” you’d suggest, and without hesitation, he’d drop whatever he was doing to go see you. “won, 5 more minutes, stay.” you’d whine during the lazy mornings, pulling him back under the covers so you could once again be wrapped in the cozy, warm haven of his arms. it doesn’t matter if he has an important event or a choreo practice to attend—as soon as he sees you with that adorable bed-head and those big, sleep-dazed eyes that always managed to get their way, he’d be all yours once again (when was he not?), kissing you gently until you were lulled back to sleep in his grasp.

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈. riki hates being styled by anyone but himself. every outfit he wears is handpicked and carefully arranged to fit him best, down to even his socks! if anybody else even tried giving him suggestions on what to wear, he’d furrow his brows, and their words would go through one ear and out the other. however, with you, he’s different. as you go through his closet, inspecting his clothes, he’d watch you, absorbing everything you said, even if you didn’t know the first thing about fashion. “you should wear this…” you plucked out a dark hoodie, “and this!” you held up a pair of ripped, mud-dyed jeans proudly. and that’s exactly what he wore the next day. he’d saunter around in the outfit you chose and if anyone asks him about it, he’d proudly state “my girlfriend chose this for me. yeah, my girlfriend.” and if you went one step further and styled his hair for him, carefully tousling it with your hands, he’d lean into your touch with content, and for the rest of the day he’d make sure every strand of hair on his head stayed exactly as you placed it. your advice and input meant more than anything to him, of course.

𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝓈𝗍. @bywons

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