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[moonstruck-muses]

Part 1 coming soon to a screen near you.

Criminal Love--Sneak Peek.

Maybe one day I'll finish this--I've gotten the beginning written and the last 2000 words written, now to fill in the gaps. But it's been long enough so hi everyone.

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Once upon a time, you yearned to be able to come home to someone’s waiting arms. You thought you could be just like those heroines in the movies you’d secretly watch in the dead of night, or the book leads who, despite their tragedies, always had love prevail. Now you know better. 

Now you get spend your nights sitting in a car with Jay, staking it out in case your target shows up. It’s raining tonight, and the soft patter of the rain against the windshield provides a lullaby against the hum of static air in the silent car. It’s near 3 a.m. and neither you nor Jay have a said a word in hours. He kept his eagle eyes trained on the unassuming apartment building seemingly without blinking, that sheaf of black hair falling around his face and  razor sharp jaw, making him look every bit as dangerous as he was—a living breathing weapon. You’d known each other for several years, but you wouldn’t have guessed it with the way you and him would barely exchange a word when it wasn’t necessary. You weren’t one for unnecessary speech, and Jay was a statue drifting far away on another island, impossible to read, impossible to crack. But on the field, where it really mattered, with the cold metal of a gun burning against your hand, you were one fluid deity. His motions completing yours, you picking up any brief moment of slack when his back was turned, the two of you an indomitable force, that had led you to be known as somebody to reckon with within the syndicate, even if you were still, by all accounts, a nobody. 

Despite the exhaustion that clung to you like water droplets, you found focus in the solace of the moment. Every nerve felt high strung, and you were taut, like a bow right before the arrow was let loose. If Jay could tell your tension, he didn’t let on. You flicked a bored gaze through the driver’s window where you sat, forcing some sort of motion to keep yourself alert.

“Are you capable of doing this?” Jay asks, finally breaking the silence. His tone leaves no room for questioning, a sharp reminder of why you two were ever paired together in the first place. 

“Of course,” you respond coolly, leveling your voice so it betrays no sign of emotion—or so you hope. Jay slides an indecipherable glance in your direction and then his eyes hitch on something in the distance behind you. 

“Shoot,” he says calmly. 

“What?”

“Shoot, now, Y/N. On your left.” 

You realize what he’s referring to, and you feel the ice shoot through your blood, paralyzing every nerve. You force your gaze over through the driver’s window, and immediately, crushing relief nearly knocks the air out of your lungs. Nobody’s there. But too late you realize—

“If you were truly capable, you would’ve shot without hesitation.” Jay turns his head fully, and the intensity in his eyes bores through you as he rakes his gaze over you. Indignation bubbles up, hot and angry, like a scolded child.

“I needed to check to make sure the target was there! It’s raining and—“ 

“You’ve never needed to before. I say shoot and you point.” 

“Isn’t it the other way—I point and you say shoot?” You retort. 

“You don’t need to think, you are just an extension of my armory.” 

Jay is infuriating as is, but you’re too worn down from exhaustion, the adrenaline from the circumstances keep you teetering on a dangerous ledge. 

“Fuck you,” you hiss venomously. You want to curse him out in a million different languages, but you hold your tongue before you say anything worse . He’s right, in a way. He can say whatever he wants, and you can never react. Not like how you want to. You were on thin ice for far too long, and it’s a miracle you’re still alive, much less have any ranking after what he did to you. No, not Jay. Someone else, someone who even though you buried in your heart and mind years ago, you wish you could’ve buried well and good for real. Somebody you swore if you ever saw him again, you’d tear his heart out with your bare hands, just like he slaughtered yours when he chose to throw you to the wolves. Somebody, that if push came to shove, you didn’t know if you could actually shoot him tonight. And the worst part of it all, was Park Jeongsongcould see right through your bullshit. And you didn’t know which terrified you more. 

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I’d die for u

🍎👖👢🐶💃🏻

💃👊🏻🌊⬇️⏬⏬⏬

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🍎👖👢🐶💃🏻

💃👊🏻🌊⬇️⏬⏬⏬

[moonstruck-muses]

love u so much id die for u

Who are some of your favorite authors on here? I’m looking for more fics to read but don’t know where to start

so I actually don’t read a lot of fics because I’m mostly here to publish my own work, but here are some stories/authors I’ve loved:

taste of heaven by my best friend @moonstruck-muses

waiting room by the very talented @heejamas

[moonstruck-muses]

WELL I MIGHT ACTUALLY HAVE TIME TO WRITE NOW SO

Criminal Love--Sneak Peek.

Maybe one day I'll finish this--I've gotten the beginning written and the last 2000 words written, now to fill in the gaps. But it's been long enough so hi everyone.

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Once upon a time, you yearned to be able to come home to someone’s waiting arms. You thought you could be just like those heroines in the movies you’d secretly watch in the dead of night, or the book leads who, despite their tragedies, always had love prevail. Now you know better. 

Now you get spend your nights sitting in a car with Jay, staking it out in case your target shows up. It’s raining tonight, and the soft patter of the rain against the windshield provides a lullaby against the hum of static air in the silent car. It’s near 3 a.m. and neither you nor Jay have a said a word in hours. He kept his eagle eyes trained on the unassuming apartment building seemingly without blinking, that sheaf of black hair falling around his face and  razor sharp jaw, making him look every bit as dangerous as he was—a living breathing weapon. You’d known each other for several years, but you wouldn’t have guessed it with the way you and him would barely exchange a word when it wasn’t necessary. You weren’t one for unnecessary speech, and Jay was a statue drifting far away on another island, impossible to read, impossible to crack. But on the field, where it really mattered, with the cold metal of a gun burning against your hand, you were one fluid deity. His motions completing yours, you picking up any brief moment of slack when his back was turned, the two of you an indomitable force, that had led you to be known as somebody to reckon with within the syndicate, even if you were still, by all accounts, a nobody. 

Despite the exhaustion that clung to you like water droplets, you found focus in the solace of the moment. Every nerve felt high strung, and you were taut, like a bow right before the arrow was let loose. If Jay could tell your tension, he didn’t let on. You flicked a bored gaze through the driver’s window where you sat, forcing some sort of motion to keep yourself alert.

“Are you capable of doing this?” Jay asks, finally breaking the silence. His tone leaves no room for questioning, a sharp reminder of why you two were ever paired together in the first place. 

“Of course,” you respond coolly, leveling your voice so it betrays no sign of emotion—or so you hope. Jay slides an indecipherable glance in your direction and then his eyes hitch on something in the distance behind you. 

“Shoot,” he says calmly. 

“What?”

“Shoot, now, Y/N. On your left.” 

You realize what he’s referring to, and you feel the ice shoot through your blood, paralyzing every nerve. You force your gaze over through the driver’s window, and immediately, crushing relief nearly knocks the air out of your lungs. Nobody’s there. But too late you realize—

“If you were truly capable, you would’ve shot without hesitation.” Jay turns his head fully, and the intensity in his eyes bores through you as he rakes his gaze over you. Indignation bubbles up, hot and angry, like a scolded child.

“I needed to check to make sure the target was there! It’s raining and—“ 

“You’ve never needed to before. I say shoot and you point.” 

“Isn’t it the other way—I point and you say shoot?” You retort. 

“You don’t need to think, you are just an extension of my armory.” 

Jay is infuriating as is, but you’re too worn down from exhaustion, the adrenaline from the circumstances keep you teetering on a dangerous ledge. 

“Fuck you,” you hiss venomously. You want to curse him out in a million different languages, but you hold your tongue before you say anything worse . He’s right, in a way. He can say whatever he wants, and you can never react. Not like how you want to. You were on thin ice for far too long, and it’s a miracle you’re still alive, much less have any ranking after what he did to you. No, not Jay. Someone else, someone who even though you buried in your heart and mind years ago, you wish you could’ve buried well and good for real. Somebody you swore if you ever saw him again, you’d tear his heart out with your bare hands, just like he slaughtered yours when he chose to throw you to the wolves. Somebody, that if push came to shove, you didn’t know if you could actually shoot him tonight. And the worst part of it all, was Park Jeongsongcould see right through your bullshit. And you didn’t know which terrified you more. 

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sim jaeyun (jake) fic recs - pt.1

main masterlist

· ♡ · · tysm to the amazing creative minds of the writers for giving me sevaral moments of joy reading your creations

pls reblog if you like any of my recs and don´t forget to support authors!❤️

[note: yess, ik you´ve seen this before. i just reorganized my whole m.list by memebr, hope yall like it!]

pics i posted on my ig story for my crush to see - ( @lattegyu ) ig stories, fluff, crack, smau, non idol!jake

brought the heat back - ( @jayniks ) smut, idol!jake, giving him a bj while he´s on weverse live sdlkjlsd WHEWW

hello kitty meets batman - ( @star-sim ) fluff, angst, lowkey smut, dark horror creator youtuber!jake, downbad!jake, beauty vlogger youtuber!reader. fans had no idea their fav youtubers were in a long-term secret relationship. THIS IS SO GOOOOOODDDDDDDD plsss, i wish i could read it again for the first time

things we never said - ( @hoonigiris ) very angsty, jake au. it’s heeseung’s wedding, jake’s had too much to drink, and really, he just misses you. perhaps what happens after are the things he should never say. This is realllyy well written, i loved it

taste of heaven - ( @moonstruck-muses ) vamp au, smut, fluff, angst, vamp!jake, human!reader. he´s keeping his true nature a secret. THIS HAS IT ALLLLL and the smut is so gewd too, pls i would love the see another part of this

waiting on calls - ( @miumura ) fluff, angst, exes to lovers, second chance romance, ex bf!jake, non idol au, I LOVE THISSSSSSS, its so different and well written

ouch my head - ( @jakesangel ) loser desperate jake, smau, crack, fluff, "when y/n almost gets hit by a random hot basketball player who happens to have a huge crush on her" this is an on going series, so so so entertaining and fun to read lmao

everything but nothing - ( @cherryrikis ) ANGST (i love that shii), non-idol!au, break up talk, football cap!jake, fluffy happy ending, comfort

too sweet - ( @star-sim ) fluff, suggestive, badboy!jake, nerdy!reader, downbad!jake. Jay is scared he will hurt you in the future so he tries to break things off but at the end of the day he´s whipped LMAOOO, I LOVE ITTTTTT

fuck buddy jake - ( @heeseungsbm ) smut, lowkey fluff bc he´s got a fat crush

texts with ex-bf!jake - ( @bywons ) fluff, CRACK, he´s down bad fr

pictures of bf!jake enha send you - ( @ddksoo ) text, fluff

serendipity - ( @kaiyunsim ) fluff, spiderman!jake, if you love hot loser!jake as much as i do, you´re gonna LOVE this.

between the shelves - ( @liuhsng ) fluff, strangers to lover, soulmate au, alpha!jake, omega!reader, alpha!enha. I LOVEDDD THISSSSSSS, jake´s so dreamy cool and collected, got me giggling and kicking my feet

the price of perfection - ( @woniedarlin ) angst, fluff, academic rival!jake, academic pressure. now now, i know i said i hate those academy rivals, work rivals, enemies to lovers tropes, and i do!, BUUTTT this one´s differente. They aren´t really rivals, she´s just jealouse and jake´s just vibing lmao, but they end up being what each other´s need

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Guys I forgot how hard I ate this one up.

jake halloween req where you’re both at the same party and have matching costumes even though neither of you planned it

bonus if he’s pining after u <33

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BOOMF BOOM BOOMF! Remember when you requested for this halloween AND THEN I SENT IT FOR CHRISTMAS LMFAO It's fine, enjoy this on the waning hours of the holiday where they are now at a Christmas party.

The secret truth to Jake Sim was he fucking loved being corny. He loved awful Hallmark movies, bad Valentine’s candy, and cheap haunted houses. Which meant, when the holidays rolled around, he had his house decorated by the first of the month, gifts bought even before the holiday season started, and Christmas music that started in November. Tonight, he was at a friend’s White Elephant party. He was wearing a garish sweater that couldn’t even be classified as ugly, it was straight up hideous. And he loved it—right down to the little button you could press on Rudolph’s nose that would make it light up. His sweater was nothing short of a spectacle. 

The party itself was hosted by his roommate’s friend, and Jake quickly made himself the life of it, chatting up with everyone, downing cups of eggnog, and shoving festive cookies down his throat. 

“Hee!” He shouted out when he saw the host of the party come into the kitchen. “Do you have more Nog?”

“So most people tap out after one mug of it, you freak,” Heeseung scoffed, but there was a playful grin on his face.

“How many have you had?” An unfamiliar voice said behind him. Heeseung stepped aside, and Jake felt his heart skip a beat. “Jake! I mean three!” He stammered, complete caught off guard at the sight of you. He watched you raise your eyebrow and fight back a laugh, and his heart unspooled with the scrunch of your nose and the crinkle of your eyes. 

“Okay, so clearly you’ve had a lot,” You teased. 

"No, I’m great, I’m peachy!” Jake protested, tips of his ears turning red. “I’m Jake,” he said awkwardly holding out a hand.

“So I’ve heard,” You said, meeting his handshake. “I’m Y/N.” 

His eyes wander down to your sweater, three dancing penguins in a snowfall, and his face lights up. “Nice to meet you you, Y/N. I appreciate someone who can appreciate the theme of a party.” 

“Oh, anything for a bit,” You say with a sly grin. 

“So how do you know Heeseung?” He asks, the world around him falling away. 

“I started working with him and Jay this year, guess my dazzling personality is so endearing they just couldn’t resist inviting me.” 

“Don’t flatter yourself that much,” Heeseung teased. 

“I have to, I’m the personality hire,” You joke. 

“No, the office would fall apart without you,” Jay chimes in, having joined the kitchen group at some point. 

“Now I feel left out,” Jake pouts. “I’m getting FOMO.”

“From our absolutely riveting desk jobs? Please,” You scoff. 

For a moment, Jake feels embarrassed, desperately wanting to impress you, but before he can linger, you’re already laughing about some smart remark from Heeseung. He admires your ability to so easily flit through the conversation, and he hangs on every word coming from your mouth, like the refrain of a melody he wants to hear again. 

“So what do you Jake?” “Oh nothing exciting—“

“He’s an astrophysicist,” Jay butts in and your jaw drops. 

“Okay, so you’re like smart smart.” Instantly, Jake feels the heat rise in his cheeks. “Not really,” he mumbles. “It’s cool though.” 

“Jake was always cooped up in the lab in college, he was scouted by multiple research groups right out of graduation,” Heeseung chimed in with a clap on his friend’s back. 

“Guys stop!” Jake protested. “I’m too embarrassed now!”

Jake covers his face with his free hand, and you throw your head back and laugh, joyous as a little kid. 

“Okay, okay, I’m gonna go mingle some more, but it was great to meet you Jake!” And Jake desperately wants to stop you, but of course he can’t stop you at a party, he can’t be creepy to his friends’ coworker. 

***

The moment you leave the kitchen, your heart is pounding. You definitely were not on the prowl for anyone tonight in your camp sweater and peppermint schnapps coursing in your veins. Jake. He was practically tripping over his own words, so dorky, so sweet—and clearly smart. God knows he wasn’t your type—you had an issue with picking…problems so to speak. But Jake—no. He was your coworkers’, your friends’ friend. He was off limits. You find yourself trying to mingle with the crowd, but the booze keeps bringing you back to Jake, or maybe his smile and the soft mop of curling hair on his head. 

Jake found himself pestering his friends for more information, to the point where they were about to punch him, stopped only by the fact that his persistence golden retriever energy made it impossible to actually be mad at him, and it was actually quite endearing.

“So how long have you been working with her again?” “It’s been like 9 months,” Heeseung responded, nibbling on the head of a Santa cookie. 

“Okay and…has she mentioned a boyfriend, girlfriend, fiancee, spouse, longstanding situationship that’s absolutely sucking the life out of her?” 

“Dude,” Jay groaned. 

“I think I’m asking perfectly reasonable questions!” Jake protested. There was a moment of silence as Jay and Heeseung rolled their eyes. “So…that’s a no on a situationship?” Jake prodded. 

“JAKE!” Heeseung and Jay both chided in harmony. 

“Just go talk to her,” Jay said with a playful nudge. 

“I completely froze up when she was here. I don’t even know what to say,” Jake whined. 

“You’re a big boy, you’ll figure it out,” Heeseung said with a hearty clap on his back. “Now please get out of my kitchen before you eat all the snacks meant for all guests.” Jake pouted and shuffled out of the kitchen, trying to place you in the crowded living room. 

There. He spotted you in the corner, nursing a red solo cup while making small talk with another group of people. 

“Just talk to her Sim,” Jake muttered under his breath. 

“Jake!” His focus was shattered as somebody tackled him in a bear hug. 

“Ricky!” Jake grinned at the younger boy on his shoulders and before he knew it, he had been wrapped up in another conversation. He was antsy the whole time, casting sideways glances, trying to find you and your ever weaving penguins in the crowd. 

***

The party was dying down, and Jake had barely had another chance to talk to you—and it was really starting to irk him. Every time he was about to make a move, somebody either captured your attention, or somebody else came up to him. And god, had Michael Buble always been that irritating? The more the party went on, the more his sultry Christmas baritone began to grate against Jake.  At some point, he knew, he had to call it quits. When it was almost midnight, he decided he had to give up, even if he knew he’d regret it later. The stars didn’t seem to want to align on this one. 

Jake started to weave his way down the hall towards the bathroom, where to his surprise, there you were. Y/N. Somehow looking even cuter than the last time he saw you, and both of you probably drunker too. 

“Y/N!” He exclaimed, delighted. You looked up, startled, and then flashed a smile. 

“Jake! What’s up dude!” He internally winced at the dude. How could he have been friendzoned so quickly? 

“Um. You know. Just…gonna go take a piss I guess?” He said awkwardly. 

“Oh! Cool!” And you also kicked yourself at the awkward answer.  

“So. Y/N. Do you have a partner?” “Beg pardon?”

Jake immediately turned beet red. 

“Like…a boyfriend, girlfriend, companion of nonbinary origin?”

“Nonbinary origin? Like did I pull them from a fucking crater on Mars?”

“N-no! No! God no!” Jake put his head in his hands. “I am just trying to make conversation, and I’m failing so badly at that.” You stare at the boy quizzically, and start bubble up in laughter. 

“You sure are something Jake.” 

“I’ll do us all a favor and kill myself,” he groaned. 

“No that’ll be awkward. I do have to see Hee and Jay on Monday.”  

Jake made an indiscernible sound. 

“I’m painfully single. By the way.” 

“Huh?”

“I do not have a boyfriend, girlfriend, Mars Rover, or otherwise nonbinary partner. I am, chronically, painfully, single.” Immediately, Jake perked up. “Oh! Yeah me too!” 

“You sound proud of it.” 

“Are you hellbent on embarrassing me?”

“Maybe. It’s fun.” 

Jake looks up and there’s a wicked smirk on your face. He really wants to wipe it off your lips, preferably with his lips. Too bad there’s no mistletoe around. The bathroom door swung open and you waved at him. 

“See you around Jakey!” And you slipped inside, leaving him floored and most possibly, hopelessly in love.

[moonstruck-muses]

Criminal Love--Sneak Peek.

Maybe one day I'll finish this--I've gotten the beginning written and the last 2000 words written, now to fill in the gaps. But it's been long enough so hi everyone.

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Once upon a time, you yearned to be able to come home to someone’s waiting arms. You thought you could be just like those heroines in the movies you’d secretly watch in the dead of night, or the book leads who, despite their tragedies, always had love prevail. Now you know better. 

Now you get spend your nights sitting in a car with Jay, staking it out in case your target shows up. It’s raining tonight, and the soft patter of the rain against the windshield provides a lullaby against the hum of static air in the silent car. It’s near 3 a.m. and neither you nor Jay have a said a word in hours. He kept his eagle eyes trained on the unassuming apartment building seemingly without blinking, that sheaf of black hair falling around his face and  razor sharp jaw, making him look every bit as dangerous as he was—a living breathing weapon. You’d known each other for several years, but you wouldn’t have guessed it with the way you and him would barely exchange a word when it wasn’t necessary. You weren’t one for unnecessary speech, and Jay was a statue drifting far away on another island, impossible to read, impossible to crack. But on the field, where it really mattered, with the cold metal of a gun burning against your hand, you were one fluid deity. His motions completing yours, you picking up any brief moment of slack when his back was turned, the two of you an indomitable force, that had led you to be known as somebody to reckon with within the syndicate, even if you were still, by all accounts, a nobody. 

Despite the exhaustion that clung to you like water droplets, you found focus in the solace of the moment. Every nerve felt high strung, and you were taut, like a bow right before the arrow was let loose. If Jay could tell your tension, he didn’t let on. You flicked a bored gaze through the driver’s window where you sat, forcing some sort of motion to keep yourself alert.

“Are you capable of doing this?” Jay asks, finally breaking the silence. His tone leaves no room for questioning, a sharp reminder of why you two were ever paired together in the first place. 

“Of course,” you respond coolly, leveling your voice so it betrays no sign of emotion—or so you hope. Jay slides an indecipherable glance in your direction and then his eyes hitch on something in the distance behind you. 

“Shoot,” he says calmly. 

“What?”

“Shoot, now, Y/N. On your left.” 

You realize what he’s referring to, and you feel the ice shoot through your blood, paralyzing every nerve. You force your gaze over through the driver’s window, and immediately, crushing relief nearly knocks the air out of your lungs. Nobody’s there. But too late you realize—

“If you were truly capable, you would’ve shot without hesitation.” Jay turns his head fully, and the intensity in his eyes bores through you as he rakes his gaze over you. Indignation bubbles up, hot and angry, like a scolded child.

“I needed to check to make sure the target was there! It’s raining and—“ 

“You’ve never needed to before. I say shoot and you point.” 

“Isn’t it the other way—I point and you say shoot?” You retort. 

“You don’t need to think, you are just an extension of my armory.” 

Jay is infuriating as is, but you’re too worn down from exhaustion, the adrenaline from the circumstances keep you teetering on a dangerous ledge. 

“Fuck you,” you hiss venomously. You want to curse him out in a million different languages, but you hold your tongue before you say anything worse . He’s right, in a way. He can say whatever he wants, and you can never react. Not like how you want to. You were on thin ice for far too long, and it’s a miracle you’re still alive, much less have any ranking after what he did to you. No, not Jay. Someone else, someone who even though you buried in your heart and mind years ago, you wish you could’ve buried well and good for real. Somebody you swore if you ever saw him again, you’d tear his heart out with your bare hands, just like he slaughtered yours when he chose to throw you to the wolves. Somebody, that if push came to shove, you didn’t know if you could actually shoot him tonight. And the worst part of it all, was Park Jeongsongcould see right through your bullshit. And you didn’t know which terrified you more. 

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guys. I have a crazy request. I was at the stray kids concert on Saturday and I was sat next to this middle aged woman who is a massive Atiny. Like flew to Germany for send off Atiny. She was reading this fic during the show (her phone was at like 200% magnification you can’t blame me for reading along) with Seonghwa and Wooyoung and it involved them being at an auction?? Can anyone PLEASE help me find this fic. There was also a scene where they were sat together drinking tea?? Like she was sat during Truman reading please ANYBODY

[moonstruck-muses]

do u mind if I sit here

yeah I already got a matcha for u

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I miss writing long fics so if I draft another one…..which one should I pick?? I have tewwww many ideas and so little time

I also have this draft of an undercover assassin au with sunghoon that I have yet to finish…so there’s that too

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omg this is so awkies bc shawty was saying that YOURE saaaaaur quiche!

Shawtie.

Why didn’t you tell me you had apple bottom jeans 🦔

shawty was saur quiche!

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thank you to everyone who’s STILL been showing me love on taste of heaven 🖤 I still very much love enhypen and i very much want to write but I’ve been so caught up in life and depression that my next project hasn’t made it to fruition yet. But fear not it’s in the works!

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sorry for bitching and whining. unfortunately i have to or else ill start killing and eating people instead

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this feels like when Hannah Montana took off her wig btw

if you love Sunghoon you neeedd to check out @paarksunghoon

hilarious that you recommend that blog because that’s me :)

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platonic third base: when you get to know someone well enough that they start making mortifyingly specific observations about you

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adult friendships are so dumb like yeah i think i can find a time to hang. how’s february 17th at 4pm