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You just have to say aigoo kyeopta

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I like guys that are pretty like girls …

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Tds4 being their best concert yet

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Ultimate Teaser Images // RENJUN 【Go Back To The Future】

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I dont live in usa but as a fellow poc its absolutly disgusting how they treat fellow pocs there. They have as much rights as non poc people to live there.

though this isn't related to my usual content, i'd like to take advantage of the platform i've grown and shine light on the raids that are happening in LA right now. as a POC who grew up in LA for the majority of her life, it is so incredibly heartbreaking to see the treatment ICE is doing to these innocent people and their families.

the fact that our rights are being threatened is actually insane to me. i can't believe we have to live in a world where people are being attacked for using their freedom of speech, families are being broken up, or people fearing of even going outside because of the possibility of their family being affected.

as an 18 year old, someone still so young, i never thought there'd be a time where i had to constantly worry about my own family, my life currently, and my future. please, if you think that these ICE raids are "helping our country" or support that man in the White House, do me a favor and unfollow my account. i will not interact. because yes, it is that serious.

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Renjun💔💔

breathing

𖠚 warnings: renjun uses petnames for the reader (“flower,” ”love”), reader has suggested mental health issues, angst with comfort/jst comfort (idk which to call it), be safe reading this!!!!!! nothing rlly gruesome is mentioned but i jst wanna make that clear ♡, reader has jst had a rlly bad day bro, also this is heavily self indulgent

𖠚 synop: despite your struggles, renjun has always helped your heart keep beating.

𖠚 pairing: gn!reader x nonidol!renjun

𖠚 w.c: 362

𖠚 a/n: i loev dream( )scape sm guys *written through tears* (´□｀｡)…

you had a long day. from grumpy professors and a mean boss, you could attest to it all. all you wanted to do was get home, curl up in your boyfriend’s arms, and cry your heart out. and thankfully, renjun was more than ready to let you do just that.

renjun was your rock. he was your comfort in times of chaos. he was a sweetheart, really, and he understood mental health issues and struggles more than anyone you knew did. he never judged, never laughed or shook his head. he listened, and he really, truthfully heard you. it never felt like you were talking to a brick wall or trying to forcefully explain what was going on with your head.

you walked through your front door, and immediately your eyes landed on renjun. “welcome home, flower,” renjun called softly from the couch where he sat, that same gentle smile he always had when he saw you. you took off your jacket, hanging it up and taking off your shoes. you went to the couch and practically flopped into his arms, your eyes fluttering close as you nuzzled into his neck.

“hi, junebug.” you mumbled, voice muffled by his shirt. renjun let his arms fall around you, peppering kisses onto your head. “bad day?” he asked. he wasn’t going to press, and was happy to hold you with no complaining, but was still curious.

you nodded, feeling tears well up in your eyes just thinking about it. you pulled back from his chest, slipping off of him to lay down on the couch, leaning your head in his lap and looking up at him. “horrible,” you corrected, “horrible day.” renjun hummed, running his fingers through your hair and frowning. “let it out, love. i’m here.”

and, you did. tears falling down your cheeks like rivers, quiet whimpers leaving your lips as you laid there, and renjun remained sympathetic and open. he didn’t stop you, didn’t make you, “calm down,” or suggest you just tough it up. instead, he made sure you never had to face anything like this alone again. from the smallest set offs to the biggest inconveniences, renjun never judged.

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May this love find me

[Strawberries & cigarettes]

haechan x y/n | college au | short au | inspired by a song

INTRO: Do you ever get the feeling you know someone—really know them—even if you've never said a single word to each other?

That’s how it is with Haechan.

NOTE: not read proof

Sometimes,

Sometimes it just happens

You find what you were never looking for on a random Thursday on your school rooftop

That day you saw him

Leaning against the railing, cigarette tucked lazily between his fingers, hair kissed golden by the late afternoon sun. He didn’t see you. You stayed hidden, something about the moment too fragile to interrupt.

He took a final drag, exhaled slow and thoughtful, then popped something into his mouth.

Strawberry mint

A contrast of sour and sweet, and from that day you couldn’t help but wonder what his lips taste likes

Strawberries and cigarettes.

It lingers in your thoughts like the ghost of a song stuck in your head. Sweet and sharp. Familiar, but unreachable.

Like him.

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At first, you tried not to be there when he was. You’d hear the door creak open, the soft scuff of his shoes on the concrete, and you’d slip away quietly—like a shadow avoiding the sun.

But somewhere along the line, you stopped leaving.

Maybe it was the way he stood at the edge, not like someone chasing a view, but like someone catching his breath. Or maybe it was how he never brought anyone with him. No loud laughter, no flirting, none of the charm you’d see him toss around like confetti in the courtyard.

Up here, he was quieter. Still.

He was not "Haechan"

Sometimes, you wondered if the rooftop was his only real version of silence, too.

The guy part of the Dreamies—loud laughter echoing down hallways, mischief written in his smile, always surrounded by people like he was born to be the center of gravity. And yet, somehow, he always feels a little bit out of reach.

It became a kind of ritual—him on one end of the space, you on the other. Not speaking. Not acknowledging. Just existing in the same stillness. It should’ve felt awkward, but it didn’t.

Not even once.

You started to time your walks by him. Not on purpose, not exactly. But you noticed the days he didn’t come up. You noticed that those days felt heavier. Like you were missing something small but important, like the last lyric of a half-remembered song.

And even though he never spoke to you, his presence said something.

And so did yours.

Until today—when, for the first time, he breaks the silence.

He turns around slowly, cigarette half-lit between his fingers, and catches your eyes.

"Didn't know this spot was taken” he says. Not defensive. Not cocky. Just honest. Almost cautious.

You blink, unsure if you imagined it, unsure if you should respond.

“You’ve been here before” you say finally, your voice steadier than you feel.

He glances around like he’s seeing the place differently now. “Guess I have.”

He walks over—not too close, but closer than usual. The air feels stretched thin between you.

“You always come around the same time” you add, a little quieter. “When the light’s like this.”

Golden hour settles soft across his skin. You wonder if he knows how he looks in it. You wonder if it matters to him.

He exhales, smoke curling in front of his mouth. “And you’re always already here.”

It isn’t a question.

You meet his gaze. “Yeah.”

A pause. Then, slowly, he reaches into his hoodie pocket, pulls out the now-familiar foil.

Strawberry mint.

He unwraps it casually but doesn’t look away from you.

“I noticed you, too.”

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The next day, you don’t mean to wait for him.

You tell yourself you're just up there for the air, for the quiet. For the way the sky bleeds into orange and pink this time of day. But when the door creaks open at 5:03 and Haechan steps out onto the rooftop, something in you softens—like a thread pulling gently loose.

He spots you instantly. Doesn’t look surprised.

No cigarette this time. Just a bottle of Coke in one hand and that familiar silver wrapper poking out from his hoodie pocket.

“You always come here for the sunset?” he asks, walking toward the railing where you’re leaning.

You nod. “It’s quieter than the library.”

He huffs a soft laugh and takes a sip from the bottle. “Guess that makes two of us.”

For a few minutes, there’s only the sound of fizzing bubbles and wind. It should be awkward, but it’s not.

There’s something in the silence now—shared, not separate.

You glance over at him. He’s staring at the sky like it’s telling him a secret. There’s a crease between his brows, soft but there, like he’s trying to hold something back.

“You always seem different up here” you say before you can stop yourself.

He doesn’t look at you, but you see the corner of his mouth twitch.

“Different how?”

You hesitate. “Quieter. Less… full of noise.”

He turns his head then, eyes meeting yours. They’re warmer than you expect. “People expect me to be loud. Funny. The mood-lifter. It’s easier that way.”

“Is it?” you ask softly.

He shrugs, but there’s a weight in the gesture. “It works.”

You look down at your hands. “You don’t have to work up here.”

That hangs in the air for a second too long.

Then, he smiles—not the big, teasing grin, but something quieter, a little crooked. The kind of smile you want to memorize just in case it never happens again.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the mint again, holding it between two fingers.

“You want one?”

You blink. “Seriously?”

“I mean…” he shrugs. “If we’re going to keep sharing this rooftop, might as well make it official.”

You take it. Your fingers brush his as you do, and it’s such a small thing, but it sends a flutter up your spine.

The mint is cold on your tongue, sweet at first, then sharp.

Just like him.

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Heol this fawking crazy ass face card...

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I still love him

⌕ haikyū!! • sugawara.

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let’s just keep this simple!!!

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Renjun you're insane

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Exactly like i hate when they use ai to make them look different

why is there a sudden influx of generative ai accounts on here 😟

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HOW MANYYYY?😈🗣️‼️

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im going insane why did no one tell me about this !!!!!

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HAECHAN SOLO IS COMING OUT IN Q3 (july-sep)

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NCT as MLP: Renjun as Fluttershy