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As a Korean girl, I just love KDH to another level...

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The way I jumped

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The Bad Guys 2

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daily planet workplace romcom. 💜 (see you soon, SDCC! artist alley table HH-24.)

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mr. bedtime - CK. ── .✦

You're curled under the covers, screen glowing in your face, finger mid-scroll. Clark shifts beside you, already in his usual sleeping position: one arm tucked under his head, the other reaching for you blindly like a sleepy sea creature.

"Baby," he mumbles, voice low and warm from sleep. "Put the phone down."

"In a sec," you murmur. "Just one more thing."

“Mhm.” He doesn’t believe you. He never does.

Instead of arguing, he does what he always does — rolls over slowly and wraps himself around you like a human weighted blanket. Big chest pressed to your back. One leg thrown over yours. A soft kiss behind your ear.

“Five more minutes,” you promise.

Clark lets out the smallest dramatic sigh. “That’s what you said twelve scrolls ago.”

You snort. “Are you counting now?”

“Yes,” he says. “Because I’m being ignored. Neglected. Replaced by a tiny glowing rectangle.”

He nuzzles into your neck like a needy puppy. “I’m cold. And alone. And possibly dying.”

“You’re 6'4" and 200 pounds of cuddle,” you giggle, leaning into him.

“Exactly,” he says, smug now. “You’re lucky I haven’t suffocated you with affection yet.”

With that, he gently but firmly grabs your phone and sets it on the nightstand. The room dims immediately, leaving only the soft yellow hue of your bedside lamp.

“Hey!” you whine.

“No more blue light, sweetheart. It’s time for cuddles.”

And then he tucks you into him. Tight. Chin over your shoulder, arms around your belly, one hand petting slow, sleepy circles into your hip.

“See?” he whispers. “Way better than doomscrolling.”

You huff, but you’re already melting. The warmth of him, the rhythm of his breath, the safety of his arms — it’s your favorite place on Earth.

“You’re annoying,” you mumble, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

“I’m Mr. Bedtime,” he corrects, smiling against your skin.

You roll your eyes. “That’s not a thing.”

“It is now.”

And before you can argue, he whispers:

“Sleep, baby. I’ve got you.”

You fall asleep five minutes later. Phone forgotten. Heart full. Clark already snoring softly into your hair like the big bedtime menace he is.

✦ please do not copy, repost, or translate this work. © lazysoulwriter // i write with a lot of love and care, so please respect that.

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clark, who perks up when you call his name the way dogs react to hearing the word walk. pleasantly startled, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed energy in a six-foot-something frame.

clark, who insists on carrying all the groceries. so now you just walk beside him, one arm looped through his, watching him play pack mule with unconcealed joy.

clark, who sits beside you at the fountain, tearing bread crusts into little hunks for the doves.

clark, who taps your knee when he spots a squirrel in the park. stops mid-step and whispers, “look, look,” with the same excitement of one pointing out a comet—never mind it’s just a rodent with a peanut.

clark, who sets his lockscreen to a selfie of you both. candid, taken mid-laugh. your head resting against his shoulder, his smile half-formed, cheek pressed into your temple. he carries a printed copy in his wallet, too.

clark, who texts you pictures he’s taken. things that remind him of you, or things he knows you’d like. a cat loaf in a patch of sunlight, a diner chalkboard advertising your favourite pie, or a silly meme he figured you’d laugh at.

clark, who always ends up the big spoon, no matter how you start. even if you fall asleep facing him, curled into his chest. by morning, you’ll wake up with his arm around your waist.

clark, who really knows how to cook. real food, too—not just bachelor chow reheated in a pan. i’m talking soups from scratch or stews that simmer for hours. he doesn’t let you lift a finger unless it’s to taste-test something off the spoon.

clark, who hums commercial jingles around the apartment while doing chores, such as lifting the entire couch (with you still on it) so he can vacuum underneath.

clark, who carries you bridal-style to bed.

clark, who packs little sandwiches in wax paper when you work late. your name written in block letters across the front.

clark, who leaves post-it notes behind cabinets, in the pockets of your jackets. blue ink scrawled sideways. “i love you,” “you looked really pretty this morning.”

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i just love ateez so much :(

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just focus on the tiger, focus on the chonky tiger I say 🥲

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Which group would you like to be with?

I forgot to post Kpop Demon Hunters content here. Be warn, I’m addicted with them. 👍

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didn't know which of their songs to pick but chose this since the colors looked so fun! 🩷

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your idol sketches because I might be a bit obsessed with the song and their performance

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best part of KPop Demon Hunters is all the ridiculous faces the girls make

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Local man thinks the woman trying to kill him asked him out. He shows up anyway.

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Some JinuRumi for the soul AUGGGGGH ✨️

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pucker up (based off this)