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My life recently in a nutshell...

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Hybe's drama ooof and here enha dancing in Nikis phones flashlight 😭

I've always known mhj had something under her sleeve like tf you mean 'njs fame is all due to me'..... yeah she said that

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Do you take requests? Can I request boyfriend sunghoon getting angry at reader ?

No I don't take requests, I've mentioned it in my rules.

Please check my rules before sending an ask 🤍

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Just 5 minutes more...

PAIRING : Idol! Park Jongseong x gn Reader

GENRE : fluff, birthday post

Warning : kinda suggestive?

Word Count : 0.3k

Author's Note : happy birthday to MY boyfriend 😚 a little something before a mini break </33

The sun shined brightly, waking you up. You silently grumbled as you had forgotten to put the blinds on yesterday night. You reached for your phone, 9:03 AM it read,why hadn't the alarm woke you up?

You were supposed to be up and baking a cake for your boyfriend's birthday hours ago. Your lovely boyfriend who looked just so ethereal even while sleeping, the sunshine hitting his face just the right way.

Jongseong was a morning person so it was rare to wake up before him. So once in a blue moon when you woke up before him, you cherished the moment. It felt so domestic anc calm.

Your fingers softly caressed his features, stopping at his unconsciously pouted lips. You leaned in, kissing the corner of his lips, they were just so tempting.

You pulled away, only to meet his eyes that were already gazing down at you with a fond expression.

"Well, good morning to you too darling." he said, his voice sounded a lot deeper than it normally is. God why was he so beautiful so early in the morning.

"Happy Birthday baby." you said, voice coming out hoarse. What's with only him having that attractive morning voice thing?

"Thank you." he said, pulling you even closer and burying his face in the crook of your neck. He trailed soft kisses on your neck and collarbone.

"Jay," you said softly, warning him, "we have to get up." Your resolve fading away as he persisted with his actions.

His hands slipping in your (his) shirt made you snap out of the trance he had put you in. "Get up, you have schedules today." you said pushing his hands away, yet not getting out of the bed.

He grumbled remembering his schedules, couldn't they let him rest for one day?

"Just 5 minutes more, I promise." he said pulling you closer again, his hands slipping in your shirt and lips on your neck once again.

You both knew the promise was just empty words, but who was complaining? At the end of the day, Jay always won.

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Happy Birthday to boyfie <33

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You might've already seem it coming, but I'm taking a short break from writing. My mental health isn't the best currently, and I don't any motivation to write :((

I might come back if motivation suddenly hits. I will be active once in a while, so keep talking to me if you want. <3

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tysm for the tag pengie!

last song — fancy by twice

favorite colors — pastel pink, lavender, black

currently watching — nothing ://

spicy / sweet / savory — spicyy till it burns my tongue 👹

relationship status — Jay and I are very much in love tysm

current obsession — sunghoons new haircut and his bread cheeks, kiss of life, ice creams <33

tagging (sorry if double tagged</3) — @pshcomforts @yenqa @star-sim @seowa @ashtxrie @enhagvrl + anyone who wants to join!!

— nine people i'd like to get to know better ❣️

tagged by: @lix-ables one of my fav creators on here!! ily and just so you know i would Also like to get to know you better <3

last song: sugarcoat (kiss of life NATTY solo)

favourite colour: dark blue, I love it a lot it’s a calm color and somehow reminds me of rainy nights

currently watching: i'm not a person who watches much, so right now I’m watching stray kids content videos

spicy/savoury/sweet: this is hard! Because I love all three 😭 but I’ll take a mix of spicy and savory

relationship status: currently single!

current obsession: sherlock cover by stray kids, hyunjins silky hair

tagging: @cgnab @bbyquokka @jinnie-ret I don’t even know 9 ppl (not forcing!)

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YOONIE HE SAID I WAS PRETTY OHMYGOSHWHSGDO I DO

VANYA OMG OMG HES SO TRUE😝

I don't know how to behave in these situations but let's hope he asks you out soon (as in confesses) or you can be girlboss and do it yourself🤭

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Hi! Can i req a fic wherein jays the campus cold guy but has a soft spot for his bestfriend!reader sjdkjwis

Im sooo obsessed with this trope

Hey tysm for sending an ask!

I'm very sorry to say this but I don't think I'll be able to write this any sooner, a lot of things have been happening in my family and I just cant get my thoughts straight. My mental health is just not the best right now.

I might write this in the near future when I feel better. Im very very sorry and i feel very bad but I hope you understand.

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not the coughing disease! (jungwon)

PAIR. non-idol!jungwon x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship, reader is sick and jungwon is doing his absolute most to help you recover WORD COUNT. 1.1k WARNINGS. none :) NOTES. finally wrote about the loml i love jungwon IN WHICH: you? sick and miserable? under jungwon's watch? impossible.

the door to your room creaks open, and yang jungwon shivers as he peeks inside, holding something behind his back. he looks around the room, his eyes taking in the empty water bottles stacked around your armoire, then to the open window allowing frigid air to breeze inside. 

“it’s freezing,” he says absent-mindedly, unsure of what to do first. he obliges with running over to sit on the side of your bed, staring at you with kind eyes.

“what’re you doing in here?” your voice is hoarse as you speak, and you cough suddenly. you jerk your head to the side, leaning up as your chest contracts. “you can’t be in here won, you’re going to get sick—“

jungwon smiles at you with the same soft expression, putting his hands on your shoulders and pushing you back down. “stay here, you’re sick.” he sniffs, then looks around, amused. “the healing energy in your room is all wrong.” 

you give him a questioning look before sniffling. "since when were you into that kind of stuff?"

he ignores you as he glances at the cups, the empty bowls, and the tissues strewn along your floor. “[name], that’s disgusting.” he laughs, then grins. “i’m going to help you get better, you’ll see.” 

you sigh, reaching half-heartedly to shove him out. he leans to the side, nimbly dodging your hand. “i’m going to make you the best soup you’ve ever had, just like how jay hyung taught me”

you sigh, stuffing your pillow over your face. “you’re making it really hard for me to hide my feelings right now.” the pillow muffles your voice and jungwon starts to hum a melody he came up with in the kitchen, pots clattering against the stove and the fridge door opening and closing again. you catch him singing a little song about defeating the viruses in your body with the "absolutely amazing scrumptious show-stopping soup" he's making, laughing as he rhymes "fighting disease" with "i'll kick them with my feet".

soon enough, something wafts into your room, and it is strong enough, good enough, for even you to smell with your congested nose and throat that aches when you take in a breath. 

jungwon nudges the door open with the tip of his foot, stepping inside and carrying a tray with two bowls of soup. he places it on the desk beside your bed, then frowns as he remembers the state of your room.

he tsks, the nerve of him, and laughs as you struggle to sit up.  

“stop, stop—“ he says in between laughs, “let me help you.” he grabs a pillow that had fallen to the floor, then gently eases it behind your head, making it easier for you to sit up. 

he reaches for the first bowl of soup and gives it to you, and you smile up at him, taking a sip of the broth.

it’s chicken soup, your favorite. and like usual, jungwon is right, and soup does taste especially good when you’re sick. 

you turn to thank him, but he’s already working on your room, his back turned to you as he picks up the tissues from the ground and throws them one by one into the waste bin near the corner of your closet.

"this one's for you," he teases, turning toward your face as he aims the last tissue at the trash can from your bed. "i'm doing intense projectile motion physics calculations right now, jake taught me."

the tissue lands in its target in a perfect arc, leaving the two of you yelling and pointing at the successful landing in equal shock. jungwon was sure that this was a sign that physics was his calling. you insisted that he just got lucky.

with the ground now clean, he gathers the various cups ("i'll be right back!") and retreats into the kitchen, the faucet turning on as he washes the rest of your dishes and sets them out to dry. 

when he returns, he looks momentarily satisfied, and sits back on the corner of your bed, reaching for the second bowl of soup.

“i still can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” he looks at you as he eats, his brown eyes looking into yours.

you frown. “how did you find out?” 

jungwon straightens. “you left my message on delivered. right after i said "i love you" too. and you never do that!”

you smile sheepishly. “oh. that must have been when i was sleeping... i'm sorry wonie.” you hold his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers. "but that means i can just say it now right? i love you too, jungwon."

jungwon smiles, and a hint of adoration flickers in his eyes. “i figured you weren’t feeling well, i mean, either that or i had done some horrible offense in the past 24 hours— so i just dropped by to check on you anyway” his eyes sparkle, and he stands up. "you didn't leave your boyfriend on seen. i was about to septuple-text you, damn whatever those double-texting rules say."

you’re about to respond, but you cough from your attempt to laugh.  you hurry to set your bowl on the side of the desk and throw the covers aside, rushing over to the bathroom. 

jungwon can hear your coughing growing worse as you spit out phlegm, and he sighs, twisting his lips into a flat line. he looks at the window, sighing as he sees it open, and reaches to pull it shut. the glass is misty and speckled with raindrops, and he remembers just how cold it is outside. 

when your return, jungwon smiles at you holding a large, fluffy blanket. he throws it over your form as you lay back down, and he reaches for your phone to choose his favorite playlist. 

“won, put that down.”

he looks up at you, confused.

“my phone has germs. you’ll get sick.”

jungwon shrugs, continuing to browse through your music library.  his finger rests on the playlist with a photo of the two of you, and he clicks on it.  

“i remember this one,” he says with a huge smile on his face. “remember we made it together last year?”

you nod, already fighting away drowsiness.

the music fills your room, and you sigh, happy. jungwon is here, the music is soft and beautiful, and you’re happier than you’ve been in a long time. 

“thank you,” you finally breathe out, letting your eyes flutter shut as you doze off. "i love you so much."

when jungwon is sure you’ve fallen asleep, he reaches to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“bye, [name]. i love you more.” 

he stands up, softly closing the door behind him. 

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Thank you for the tag!!

HELP??? yes I have glasses...

tagging : @yenqa @star-sim @jlheon @seowa @pshcomforts @enhagvrl

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THE QUIZ & PICREW

thank you so much for the tag kaybae :3 @alvojake TAGGING. @luvhyun3 @jungqkook @ctrlemis @enhalpy @koishua @boyfhee @heelvsted @heesbaby @cornenhapovs @www-jungwon @okwonyo @eeunoia @leaderwon @tyunni @jjunae @stariekis @lheebra @isoobie @lilyuwon @ms-no1kpopstan @theyluvvaubery @fakeuwus @jaylaxies @moon7jay @sserasin @sparklovespink (no pressure!)+ anyone who wants to do this just reblog from me > 3 < !

THE MONSTER FEELS SORRY FOR ME??? HELP?? Thank you???

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Thank you for the tag yen!!

I cried like 5 mins ago...

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WHICH YN STEREOTYPE ARE YOU?

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Can I please request a fic wear reader, and Hoon go skating on a date and at first he thinks he’d be fine to do it, but he ends up getting really overwhelmed by being on the ice again, and it brings back some bad memories for him and he tells reader he wants to stop and at first she doesn’t understand why then he just says he doesn’t feel well and wants to go home & she comforts him

Hey, tysm for requesting!!

Im so sorry for the late reply, I was busy with family functions ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა

You can read it here, hope you like it and do let me know your thoughts!!

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Home.

PAIRING : Park Sunghoon x gn Reader

GENRE : hurt, comfort, established relationship

Warning : Sunghoon panics a lot (could even be called a borderline panic attack), crying, struggle breathing

Word Count : 0.9k

Author's Note : requested. this is somewhat of an insert of myself as I used to be a swimmer (and I was taught by my dad so the pressure was doubled😝)

In your 7 months of relationship with Sunghoon, not a day passed when you felt a little less loved. His love for you just seemed to grow day by day.

He was honestly the best boyfriend, always making time to take you out despite his busy schedule.

You were on a date with him at the ice rink, as an ex-figure skater, Sunghoon wanted to show you his professional side. But he forgot one thing, the bad memories that come with the stinging coldness of the rink.

He felt the walls closing in on him, the cold air suffocating him as he remembered all the times he fell, and all the times he was denounced for it. The disapproving looks as he failed yet another step, or the way he was only praised and sweet talked to when he did good.

Never best, only good.

It sucked, especially because Sunghoon loved the sport. He loved the free feeling the ice gave as he glided on it. But the freeness didn't last long when he was put in official training. Everytime he stepped on the ice, all he could feel was a sense of being trapped.

Was all that he went through really worth it? He left the sport as soon as he could, wanting to be away from the familiar coldness and those disappointed looks. God everyone treated him like a machine, one that's only purpose was to win that damn medal, even if it meant sacrificing his sleep, health and mental state.

It sucked when everyone who wasn't related to the rink saw him as some kind of god, or a loser because apparently figure skating isn't a sport.

Going through all that and yet being bullied because the sport isn't manly enough.

Sunghoon couldn't breath, his breath coming out in short gasps as his chest rose and fell fast. Fast enough for you to notice.

"Sunghoon." he heard, or maybe it was his mind. His ears were ringing. His vision was blurry and he felt dizzy. God why was he back here, with you at that.

Like a ray of light in the darkness of his thoughts, your hands came up and cupped his face. Your hands were warm in contrast to the coldness of the ice.

"Hey, are you okay?" you said, worriedly looking in his eyes to search for something, anything other than that face. God you were so pretty, so pretty he forgot what he was so overwhelmed by.

"Sunghoon, what happened? Say something." you said, getting annoyed as he kept staring at you.

Cupping your hands in his large, cold ones he said, "Can we go home?"

His voice came out shaky. He really didn't want to worry you but his voice was betraying him. He just wanted to go home and lay in the bed, cuddling you and forgetting all of those memories.

You furrowed your eyebrows at his question, after all you had arrived at the rink just 10 minutes prior. "Why? What's wrong?" was the simple question on your mind.

"Nothing," he said, shaking his head and letting go of your hands, "I just want to go home." He was avoiding your eyes.

"Sunghoon, you know you can tell me anything, right? We can go home if you aren't feeling well, but at least tell me the truth." you said, cupping his cheeks to make him look at you.

"I-" he stopped suddenly, wide eyes filling with tears as he attempted to wipe them away, it was of no use his tears continued to flow.

You were taken aback, you had never seen him cry. His friends had said numerous times how Sunghoon isn't one to cry easily. So what was it about the rink that made him cry so much?

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, running your fingers through his hairs and whispering sweet nothings in his ears. You were trying your best to calm him down, but you knew that he really needed to get these emotions out of him.

Pulling away from him, you softly wiped away the remaining tears.

"I just have too many bad memories from when I was a figure skater. The pressure was too much for me, every other day my coach would t-tell me how much of a disappointment I was. And I-" he said, gulping down the lump in his throat. His eyes filling up with tears again and his breathing picked up.

" Hey, hey, hey, calm down, Sunghoon, look at me. Breath with me." you said, slowly breathing in and out with him.

" We can go back home if you want, but I want you to know one thing, hoon, you're now far away from the coaches and the pressure. And I know It was a hard time for you, but didn't you say to yourself that skating on the ice makes you feel alive? You can't run away from something that brings you joy." you said, softly running your thumbs on his cheeks.

Sunghoon leaned down, connecting both of your foreheads and closing his eyes, "God, I love you so much." he breathed out, finally feeling calm. "Guess there's no running away from you then?" he says with a cheeky smile.

"Nope," you said, popping the 'p', "you ain't getting rid of this one."

This was reason number 98179357 why Sunghoon loved you. You seemed to know exactly what to say and how to calm him down. It would take him sometime to look at the familiar rink and not think about the past, but he knows that he'll create many memories with you at this same rink to replace those.

After all, home for Sunghoon is wherever you are.

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your princess treatment sunghoon fic was so yummy omgosh !? i loved it sm! thank u for writing it!

omg tysm!!! I'm glad you loved it >.<! I was having a massive hoon brain rot while I was writing it🫣