jeonchry

[jeonchry]

You have a very, very lovely portfolio. Your art is very charming and I am very curious about the comics you post on your portfolio page. But, there are only a few pages. Is there anywhere I could go to see your comics in their entirety?

ty for the kind words!! i'm so sorry i didn't see this question earlier.. the full versions of some of my older comics are up on behance:

the loneliest whale

our glorious deeds

reunion

dear wonderful world

also a bunch of fancomics i put up on kofi for free bc i am lazy and it was faster to save and upload the pdfs than to resize every single page

my genshin / ff14 fancomics on kofi

tbh i put them on kofi thinking i would be able to see stats like number of downloads, etc, but i can't, maybe bc i made them free LOL...

have fun and ty for reading!

[jeonchry]

[jeonchry]

“you’re really starting to grow on me, you know.”

You feel a pair of strong, sinewy arms wrap around your frame as you’re standing by the counter.

It makes you sigh.

it’s almost torture when he keeps driving you over the edge like this.

it stirs something in you — it sparks a tiny twinge of hope inside you that one day he will magically fall in love with all of you and want you as badly as you want him.

well, it’s clear as day to everyone that he wants you but your conscience laughs at the falling in love part.

“How did you sleep?”

You try to keep the conversation normal as if normal is something you guys do.

heesung breathes into your neck, your question remaining an echo.

he’s doing this on purpose.

you roll your eyes, too familiar with his shticks to play along.

he hums softly as he plants his lips onto your spine, his hand going toward your tummy as his kisses trail up to your hair.

if cocaine is the most addictive stimulant ever, heesung comes at par.

“i.. am meeting up with my friends today.” your voice is shaking.

heesung stops whatever he is doing and it almost scares you for a second.

“did i do something wrong?”

his fingers remain on the waistband of your shorts as he glances over at your face, brows furrowed in confusion. it is a rare sight to see.

did i do something wrong?

the question ticks you off a bit.

“no.”

your one-word answer clearly says otherwise and he senses it, because you see his pupils constrict a little and his brows stitch together further.

“(y/n).”

you’re crying. fuck. you’re crying?!

not now. not now.

you chant the words in your head, gulping down the lump in your throat.

his expression changes in an instant.

eyes that showed nothing but indifference and lust, now stares at you with vivid emotions. his lips seem to quiver a bit too as his hand leaves your abdomen.

it’s as if you unlocked a part of him that he has hidden from you forever.

“i’m sorry.”

he breathes out, feeling like the biggest asshole ever. the last thing he wants is to see you cry because of him.

you feel warm tears soaking up your cheeks and you look away, embarrassed.

you ruined everything, is the only thing ringing in your head. everything around you, from the kitchen walls to the lovely set of cups you bought with your mum, is now a big blur.

you’re so lost in your inner turmoil that you only realize heesung has pulled you into his chest when you breathe in his scent again.

suddenly, the kitchen comes back to life, with its vibrant colored interior and wooden floor that seem to make gentle creaking noises.

his embrace is warm and comforting, almost like a billow of clouds hugging you. his fingers are rubbing your arms gently, and he pulls back to glance at your face.

heesung has a gentle expression on his face, one you didn’t even know he was capable of making. his eyes are genuine and they stare back at you warmly. nothing like the sea of ambiguity that you’d normally be looking into.

his lips part to say something but he stops midway and decides to revel in the silence between you.

the day goes on as if any of this never happened and it was all in your head. you don’t go out to see your friends, deciding to spend your day with heesung instead.

you start to think it might have been one of his gimmicks to keep you right where he wants you, wrapped around his fingers.

but there’s something different about today or maybe it’s a sweet lie you tell yourself, because he talks about his thoughts as you lie in bed together, his arm over your tummy, his other hand in your hair.

you laugh over some funny dialogues from your favorite romcom but you also feel like crying because this feels like the end. the end of something that never happened.

when the night comes, he cradles you in his arms like a baby, as if he’s trying to make up for all the times he upset you.

“(y/n).”

his voice vibrates in your ears.

“can i keep you?”

maybe you’re dreaming. your eyelids are droopy and your chest feels really warm and heavy at the same time.

“heesung. don’t play with me.”

your response makes him chuckle softly and it’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard.

“i am not.” his response is prompt and defensive.

“i don’t want to be selfish anymore. the prospect of diving head-on is scary but if it’s you then…”

there is a pause and it makes you look up at him as you feel sleep leaving your body.

“I don’t mind.”

[jeonchry]

wonwoo caressing your temple as you try your best to relax. you're laying face to face with him, his nose centimeters away from yours. wonwoo is really just trying to soothe you, to give you a good night of sleep. he can see his phone lighting up with messages, most likely from his members, but he can't seem to care.

he just stays there, fingers tracing your features with a feather like touch. your eyes are closed, but you can feel how deep he's looking into your being, your soul.

his thumb rubs your temple again, in a silent promise to take away your anxiety - and he does.