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I JUST LOVE WHEN JI

[just-a-ghost-aaa]

Mary Oliver, from “Hum Hum”, A Thousand Mornings

[just-a-ghost-aaa]

skz-archive-003.

Han was never the early bird type of person. That is until he walked in on you sleeping peacefully, one autumn morning.

The night before, you had invited everyone for a barbeque night. You have taken your final exam of the semester, and even if the results are yet to be announced, what matters the most is that you passed. That alone deserves a celebration party. You also welcome whoever wants to crash the night. But everyone ended up playing games until 3 in the morning when one by one, they fell asleep in the space of your apartments.

You were the last one standing, tidying up the room a bit before you passed out on the couch. You were too tired to move to your own room, despite it being unoccupied.

Han wakes up a little after 7 with a congested nose. The combination of autumn air and the air conditioner is fatal, especially when he accidentally falls asleep on the floor of the guest room with nothing but the stolen bed cover under him.

He walks out of the room to see the aftermath of last night's party, feeling a headache just by seeing the state of your apartment. He walks past the mess to boil some water. The basic remedy for a congested nose. The pot was starting to boil when he turned and leaned on the kitchen counter. His eyes caught your figure, all curled up on the couch. He smiles to himself. Thinking about how cute you look, with your nose scrunched, just like a little kid during one of those sleepovers.

You stir in your sleep, dragging Han back to reality.

On another occasion, Han came in early to the studio, wanting to finish one of his songs. Chan informed him the night before that you might be around early too, since you're working on a project.

However, he didn't expect to walk in on you sleeping on the couch of the recording room. This time you're wearing a much more warm attire, sweatpants, and a black hoodie. You even have a fabric draped on you as a makeshift blanket.

He doesn't have it in him to wake you up, so you asked the staff if he could borrow another recording room. He watches you sleep as he waits for the staff to prepare another room. Wondering what kind of dream are you having.

Fast forward many coincidences later where he gets to see you in your most peaceful state, only to realize that it's not normal to watch your friend as they sleeps and feel your heart ache with such longing.

"Hi," you spoke softly as you slowly awaken. "You're staring again."

"Good morning, love," he said, pressing a kiss on your forehead, smiling. "How's your sleep?"

"Better now that you're here," you answer. Your smile blooms quicker than your eyes fully open.

Han was never the early bird type of person, but even if he wakes up 5 minutes earlier than you, it's enough for him to get all the energy he needs for the rest of the day.

a/n. written while being sleep-deprived:')

[just-a-ghost-aaa]

Coffee Boy

Summary: When y/n ends up having to close the cafe for the night, what happens when her cafe crush ends up staying with her in the cafe til the snow calms down.

Content warning: None.

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Posted: 12/01/2023

He's always here, same time, same booth every day, yet the most y/n has talked to him was when he asks for an Americano at the cash register and the only thing she can say back is "that'll be $3.15, please move up." or "have a good day, sir!"

His name is Felix, and that's one thing she knows for sure she's the one that writes it on his cup every morning. She started to draw little things next to it. One day, a sun. The next day, a cat is anything she could think of on the top of her head. She enjoyed seeing the smile and nod he would give her after seeing the drawing.

Same routine of this for the past 4 weeks or at past that's how long she had been counting and she still couldn't find the courage to speak to him and whenever she thinks she finally has the chance and confident to do he's left. At the same time, as always gone to who knows back into the cold winter air with an even colder Americano in hand.

Today was like any other 9am y/n had already clocked in standing at the front finger tapping on the table as she looked back and forth from the clock to the front door of the cafe. 'He still hasn't come in yet, wondering what happened,' she thought.

Hours had passed, and he never showed up. 'Guess he's not showing today.' As she's wiping off the last tables, the last worker there withher runs up. "Hey y/n! Can you maybe do the closing shift for me? I have a date with my boyfriend tonight, and I can't miss the reservation."

Y/n blinks for a second, "I- I mean, I guess.." "Really?! Oh, thank you, babes! I own you a big one! Okay, bye!" Y/n stares a little confused at the interaction as her coworker runs off the door. "I guess I'm closing tonight.."

As the night goes on for longer, the snow picks up while y/n is busy making sure everything in the back is good and not put out of place until she hears loud bangs on the entrance of the cafe.

She quickly runs out the of the back, thinking someone was breaking in only to be met with the blonde boy she had been waiting for earlier. She quickly runs to the door, opening it to let him in.

A big gust of wind and snow blows in with him as she shuts the door again, feeling like she had just been stuffed into a freezer. "Jesus, it's freezing out there, I didn't notice it had snowed this much!"

"Yeah, they had been talking on the news about a blizzard coming through. I didn't think it would be this bad.." Felix said as he shook some of the snow off himself. "Oh! You must be freezing, I'll go get you something to warm up with. " He shakes his head, "No, no, you're fine. I'm fine, really!"

She looks at him for a second. "You sure? Your face looks all red. I can get you some hot chocolate, I haven't turned the machine yet." Felix touches his cold face. The red one of his face deepens in embarrassment. "Yeah.. I guess hot chocolate would help a bit. Thank you." She smiles. "No problem!"

As Felix sits down in the booth, he usually sits in y/n walks to the hot chocolate machine freaking out on the inside. 'This is the most I have ever talked to him. What the fuck-'

She comes back with two hot chocolates in hand, setting one in front of him as she sat down across the booth from him. "Didn't know you liked hot chocolate usually you get an Americano and those don't have that much sweetness to them"

He gives a small smirk, "You remembered my order?" She looks up from her drink, eye widen."uhm, I mean, it's just that you come here a lot and never have changed your order, so you know it just kinda stuck, I guess. Sorry if you think it's weird." Felix laughs, "No, it's cute, really. Also, I love those little drawings you put on the cup."

"Really?" She surprised, "Yeah, the little smiley sun was my favorite. Do you draw them on every cup?" She pauses for moments embarrassed to answer his questions, "Hm, no..just yours, really.."

He smiles at her, "Well, thank you for that. Helps me smile in the morning." She smiles back at him face brighter than ever at his compliments. They talk for who knows how long. Y/n looks out the window, seeing the wind and snow calming down.

"Oh, I think it's stopped snowing." Felix looks out the window before checking his phone, "I should probably get going while it's stopped. My roommate is probably wondering where I'm at." He puts on his jacket, y/n following his lead.

"Me too. It's way too late for me to be here. I was supposed to close a while ago." She picks up their empty hot chocolate cups bring them to the kitchen, til an idea came into her head.

"Felix!" She comes out of the kitchen a to go cup in hand, "Oh y/n! I was wondering where you had gone, but I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye first." She smiles at him, handing him the cup.

"It's still cold outside, and I didn't see you come in a car or anything, so take this to keep you warm on the home." Felix looks down at the cup wear the names are usually written instead a phone number, y/n phone number, written with the smiley sun he liked so much next to it.

Felix looks back up at a nervous y/n standing in front of him. "Thank you again, y/n. I'll be sure to repay you for this." She smiles at him, "I hope you keep that promise, Felix."

They both leave out together, waving goodbye as they walk opposite ways home, stupid smiles on their faces. As y/n enters her house, she feels the buzz from her phone looking at the notification, making her want to giggle like a little girl.

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1-×××-×××-××××: y/n? It's Felix! Was wondering if you wanted to go out this weekend. You know, as repayment<3

A/N: YAYYY‼️ ANOTHER FIC‼️

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༊*·˚ overworked with skz

♡. genre: fluff, hurt to comfort.

♡. a/n: hii! i've told @hyunestrella i'll write this for her so long ago, I'm embarrassed lmao dfhdh. i'm sorry, beloved :( I started this when i was going through writer's block and i hated it so i rewrote the whole thing. anyways!! this is basically your skz boyfriend comforting you after a rough day (at work/school or wtv you want it to be). ily I hope you enjoy this!! <33

꒰ °CHAN ꒱ -

“Come here, sweet thing.”

Opens his arms and welcomes you into his comforting embrace, coaxing you to melt into him and pass all of the day’s worries and stress onto him, reassuring you he’s strong enough to carry it all. And he is because you instantly feel better.

Kisses the top of your head and stays like this until you feel better and finally come out of your hiding spot, raising your head from his chest. When your eyes meet, he gives you the biggest smile he can muster, pecking your forehead.

Asks about your day, even though he knows it’s been a long and tiring one just in case you need to vent and let it all out.

Then, will go to run you a bubble bath, with candles and everything. If you want him to, he will join without complaint and sit behind you innocently, washing your hair and back and just handling you with utmost gentleness.

꒰ °MINHO꒱ -

Is usually your biggest cheerleader, encouraging you to push forth and do your very best in any situation. However, the moment he notices you pushing yourself a little too hard, his pom-poms come off.

Sits at the end of your bed after bringing you a snack, facing your desk while you work and observes for a moment before his whole demeanour softens and he pleads you take a break. Can’t handle seeing you on the verge of tears because of some stupid schoolwork.

When you finally join him on the bed, he falls back and drags you on top of him for some much-needed cuddles, petting your hair and holding you so tight like he wants you to become one.

Whispers praises in your ear, telling you how amazing and smart you are, how good you’re doing and how much you also deserve to rest. At some point, your hand finds his and he swears he’ll never let go again.

“It’s okay, you can cry if you want. I’m here and I've got you."

꒰ °CHANGBIN ꒱ -

The moment you call him after work asking for a ride back, voice devoid of any of the love reserved for him, Changbin gets into his car ready to fight.

He does not care about the circumstances, about hearing the whole story or anything like that. He just knows his baby isn’t happy so he’s coming over to do something about it, even if that means taking down a whole corporation. Literally anything for you.

Is so upset when he arrives that he stomps all the way inside like he owns the place, with everyone scrambling out of his way despite not knowing who he is. He’s that powerful, okay?

Has a talk with your boss without telling you, demanding he gives you some time off because the way you’ve been working yourself to the bone has been worrying him sick. He knows you’re the most amazing person on Earth, but the company won’t fall without you.

You’re so confused when he pulls you back in bed the next day, caging your body into his strong arms as he starts peppering sleepy kisses all over your neck while mumbling the sweetest things and giving you butterflies. “Noo, stay here with me and let me pamper you.”

꒰ °HYUNJIN ꒱ -

He realizes something is wrong the moment he comes home and you don’t hurry to greet him, house silent as he takes off his shoes and jacket. Confused, he makes his way straight to your shared bedroom.

Getting ready at top speed, the bed dips next to you as he finally gets under the covers and that’s when he hears you sobbing and his heart stops beating for a moment.

Immediately pulls you to him, holding you so tight and whispering reassuring words against your hair, worried sick. Urges you to lay your head on his chest, knowing the sound of his steady heartbeat never fails to comfort you.

At some point, sits the both of you up and turns on the lamp beside the bed, wiping your tears with his gentle fingers while also moving the hair out of your face.

Gives you the biggest smile, trying to stay strong for the both of you. Will encourage you to take some time off for yourself but if you can’t, he’ll make it a habit of taking you out of the house at the end of every day. Usually somewhere calm like a beach or a park, where you can listen to the waves and watch the stars, spilling all of your worries to him as he tries his best to chase them all away and make everything better.

꒰ °JISUNG ꒱ -

If that’s what you need, he’ll give you the best advice ever heard by man. Jisung is wise beyond his years so he always knows what to say and how to comfort you. Confiding in him makes everything feel so much lighter, problems not as huge anymore.

“Come here, baby. Tell me, what’s bothering you?” And suddenly you’re telling him everything that’s been bothering you since you first started school in first grade between sobs.

The voice he uses with you when he notices something’s wrong is so soft and gentle that it brings you to tears 9 out of 10 times before you can even start talking. His worry and care are so obvious that you can’t help but feel overwhelmed by the love he carries for you.

Pulls you in his lap in the studio and helps you do breathing exercises while holding your hand the whole time, squeezing each time to remind you to exhale.

Speaking of, you’ll end up together on that couch for a well-deserved nap. He doesn’t care if you protest, you will both sleep the hours away until you wake up refreshed and ready to take life on again. You won’t leave that studio until you feel better.

꒰ °FELIX ꒱ -

Will stay up all night to listen to you vent about everything and anything and if you happen to cry, he’ll inevitably tear up as well. Once you start talking, you never seem to stop when Felix is the one listening.

Holds you with your back to his chest, gently caressing your face, hair and body as his way to help you feel grounded and safe when vulnerable.

Offers to give you massages, handling you with care like one would dough. He hums and nods at your every word, to show you have his full attention and support.

Won’t let you blame or talk bad about yourself even for a second, managing to scold you with his eyes alone. You’re his whole world, why would you talk about yourself like that?

Tries to take your mind off of it by doing the most. Playing video games, cooking and baking for you, going for a walk or to a cute café – he’ll do all of your favourite activities just to remind you life is so much more than working or studying.

꒰ °SEUNGMIN ꒱ -

Will be there, hovering over you almost like a shadow but never getting too involved unless you specifically ask him to. He doesn’t want to cross your boundaries nor does he want to stress you out further by being too pushy.

Wakes you up tenderly each morning with loving kisses all over your face and a warm beverage ready, trying to set a good tone for the day ahead.

Is extra gentle and careful, no more snide remarks or teasing. Hugs you for a little longer, squeezing tighter as he asks about your day with a smile. Never forgets to remind you how amazing you’ve been today, praising you for all the work you do.

Drops everything if you want to talk to him, even if he’s doing something important. Listens while holding your hand and making eye contact, and even offers solutions to some of your problems if you want him to.

Sings you to sleep and plays with your hair at the end of each day, saying how much he loves and admires you and your strength – how he’s always in awe each time he looks at you and how lucky he is you chose him out of everyone around.

꒰ °JEONGIN ꒱ -

Is a bit taken aback, especially if you start crying but pulls himself together quickly to hug you tight and offer the comfort you need. After, he’ll take you to the bathroom to clean your face and jokingly tease you about your red nose and puffy eyes, trying to hide the way seeing you like this hurts him.

Has the talent to make your problems and stress seem so insignificant, in the best way. “Wait, that’s what has you so upset? We can fix all of that together, sweet thing.”

Will literally fight everything and everyone that’s been causing you stress, no questions asked. Is very serious about your well-being and happiness so, someone will get a piece of his mind for interfering with them.

Takes you to hang out with his friends, knowing their crazy and loud nature will make you laugh until your stomach hurts and you forget all about work/school.

Tries to bring your inner child to the surface, taking you out for a long walk or visiting an arcade. Tickles you and makes jokes at everyone’s expense just to lift your spirits, never leaving your side no matter what you decide on doing.

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“what was your first impression of me when you saw me for the first time?” you asked faintly and minho abruptly raised his head to look at you. he tilted his head to the side. “why are you asking?” he responded, confusion clearly seen on his face. “just answer me,” you urged him and he gulped loudly. “i... i don’t know, i can’t really remember,” he mumbled, lowering his head again. you scoffed at his words, pouting and he sighed at that. “why do you want to know anyway?” you looked at him with teary eyes and shook your head. “forget it,” you whispered, wiping your eyes. “no, honey, please. what’s going on?” minho ran to you, sitting next to you on the couch and bringing you to his chest. he rocked you gently from side to side, rubbing soothing circles on your back as you cried silently. minho was dumbfounded - he knew about your insecurities and he was always there when you needed him, but he just assumed you were dealing with them just fine. “i don’t really look friendly, do i? i look like a bitch,” you mumbled into his t-shirt, not daring to look up at him. he placed a gentle kiss on your temple and hummed, trying not to giggle because of your directness. “but you are friendly, you don’t have to look a certain way to prove a point,” he said softly, as if he was talking to a scared child. you whined at his words, straightening up and looking him in the eyes, your vision blurry. “but i don’t want people to think i’m rude. i’m nice and kind and-” “exactly. then why do you care so much about the way your look?” minho interrupted you and it confused you, though after a while you exhaled loudly and nodded. “yeah, you’re right. i’m just overthinking it...” you said, laying on his chest again. you closed your eyes, inhaling deeply. minho wrapped his arms around you once again, creating a much needed safe space for you. your insecurities hadn’t evaporated in an instant, but minho’s words and support helped you to get through this episode of self doubt and you were forever grateful that there was at least one person who loved your not-so-friendly-looking face.

this is very self indulgent bc i have a resting bitch face and because of that people think im rude and dont want to talk to me so bear with me yall ive been overthinking it for the whole day

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[just-a-ghost-aaa]

I didn't accidentally love you | Hwang Hyunjin

Genre: Hopelessly romantic fluff, angst, poetry, a little comedy

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x gender neutral reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: reader is an insecure poet, heartbreak, bad self esteem, poetry clubs, Hyunjin is dripping charisma, shameless flirting, reader thinks hyun is a jerk for like a second, reader.exe stops working multiple times, reader gets shy, i just HAD to be funny at the end OKAY

Synopsys: Your friends forced you to become part of a poetry club, and when you receive a task to write a poem about sadness, you realize you accidentally write it about Hyunjin, the guy you had a crush on and tried to forget about. And he finds out.

A/N: I promised @astraystayyh to write this, here you go sugar &lt;3

Artists have many moments of weakness.

Those moments when you start to question your craft, whether you're even worthy of being called an 'artist' or you're just a fleeting talent that is going to wash away with time, just like the hobby or interest of a preschooler. You inquire if you're worthy staining pages with ink, using the words of the dictionary just to feel the high of belonging - the high of doing show and tell with your emotions like it's a new toy your parents gifted you; or you should just remain a consumer, and observe the beauty that lies in others, the beauty others can create. Could your craft ever rise to all these expectations?

But what else is there to life, if not making art?

Perhaps you've always been clinically insane, but you've only truly felt alive when you felt the beauty of the world - dark and bright alike - conveyed through you in the form of poetry and words, sent by the angels above for a mere human to toy with. So you pick up the pencil again.

The paper before you is blank, and you're frankly uncomfortable in the position you are in, notebook on your thighs, back curved over the page as if you're shielding unwritten words from the sun itself to not read them. But you've always felt more at ease writing outside, under the natural light of the sky, with the clouds passing by carelessly, like they don't have doubts about their worth like a human would. But the stares of the students passing by are not exactly comfortable. You take a breath and urge yourself to focus; they don't care about what you're doing, they're just heading to their classes, living their lives (hopefully) with that same hunger you have for art, for their chosen subjects.

You face your paper again and remember the prompt you were given - writing a poem involving the feeling of sadness - that you're supposed to hand over to the club in a couple of days. Insecurities and procrastination led you to keep putting it off, but the dread of a deadline has always been a great motivation for humanity. Your friends urged you towards this, to join the poetry club of your university - it's a small, non-profit club put together by a bunch of random art and literature students. It's so non-profit in fact, that it barely has any funding at all. They had to fight tooth and nail to be allowed to host the club meetings every week in the sculpting room - and that, late in the day, when the cleaning staff unlocks the doors for their cleaning sweep. You sit on awkward, stained chairs, and make sure to raise your feet up one by one to not stand in the way of the mop and brooms. But the club members would withstand anything, and would pretty much commit homicide to keep the club running. One more reason why, when faced with the passion and fighting spirit your club mates have, you wonder if you even have a space with them. You had to be shoved - one could say even blackmailed - by your friends to take the step forward and join, so you could be able to share your craft with others. You were perfectly happy letting your poems stack up in endless notebooks on top of your dusty bookcase. You didn't feel the need to share them, per se - but everyone else insisted it would have been a crime to keep them to yourself selfishly like that.

Sadness, sadness. You need to embody sadness for this prompt. You look around for inspiration, but there is no sad sight to see. The sky is clear, in colors of baby blue and soft whites, the branches of the green, young trees are barely even swaying in the wind, and there's college students laughing all around. Has anything sad happened in your life lately? Not really, nothing to inspire poems at least. Not that you are bursting at the seams with happiness, but you believed no one really is. There's a lot going on behind the cover of every human passing by, and even if all you can feel is the slight shoulder brush of a stranger, you do know those shoulders carry as much, if not even more weight than yours.

That's it. You start writing, and word by word they flow, one line, two lines until you have seven of them - you even managed to rhyme! It's not much, but it's honest work. Since there is no one close by, you begin to read the poem out loud softly. Hearing what you wrote always helps you perfect the rhymes, the punctuation and change around words if they sound too awkward. After erasing, rewriting and erasing again just to end up redoing the whole last two lines, you finally thought it was good enough.

---

Here and now, I must take a vow:

You'll never hear me confess, that in the depths of my weary chest

Underneath the smile I wore, there's a sadness in my soul;

Nothing's wrong - it's my biggest lie, hiding a muffled cry

Just behind a giggle and a laugh, acting is my biggest craft;

I loved you - but heard the ticking of the clock and thought

No more. It's time I stopped and gave you up.

---

You smile, because for a split second you actually think your poem sounds really good. But then, the insecurities crash on top of you again. Your club mates are probably writing long, heart-wrenching poems that are going to make you cry when you read them. Your idea will surely seem shallow and rushed in comparison to theirs. With a sigh, you wish to be able to just give yourself this one. Tell yourself you did good enough by trying and move on - brush it off and think progressively, that your next poem is going to be even better than this one. But you don't truly feel that way, so you begin to beautify the first letter of every line with calligraphic letters to overcompensate for the lack of skill you feel you have. The capital H at the beginning of the first line, the capital Y at the beginning of the second line and so on; you turn them into beautiful, aesthetic calligraphy as much to your ability. In the end, you just think you've made a mess, and that there is simply too much ink on the page now.

---

Here and now, I must take a vow:

You'll never hear me confess, that in the depths of my weary chest

Underneath the smile I wore, there's a sadness in my soul;

Nothing's wrong - it's my biggest lie, hiding a muffled cry

Just behind a giggle and a laugh, acting is my biggest craft;

I loved you - but heard the ticking of the clock and thought

No more. It's time I stopped and gave you up.

---

Oh no.

Your eyes open wide and you can't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation.

The first letter of every single line, from top to bottom, spell HYUNJIN. The name of the boy you swore to yourself you've moved on from.

Hyunjin, who spoke about life as if it was art itself and spoke about art as if it was life itself.

Hyunjin, with the calm and warm voice - quiet and observant and yet, from the ocean in his eyes, bathed in a soft moonlight, it always seemed like his mind was in faraway lands, dreaming, humming, sighing before a field of lilies in the middle of the night.

Hyunjin, who seemed like through every song he listened to and sang, every poem he read and wrote, every painting he saw and painted, he dicovered all the secrets the universe had. As if human life was a melancholic, nostalgic memory to him, life experiencing itself all over again - he seemed so kind, so unfazed, so utterly in love with existence.

Hyunjin, who read every single one of your poems and told you he'd never allow you to leave the club. He was always so warm, you could hardly believe he wasn't doing it out of habit, spreading his magical touch over the wounds in your heart just like he would with anyone else. But it wasn't his fault you always questioned your worth.

Hyunjin, with whom you've fallen in love with gravely. For every smile he showed around you, for every squeal-like laugh he gifted you, for every time he held your hand gently to calm your nerves, you added one more day to the delusion of hanging on to him.

Hyunjin, who was merely a pipe dream.

He is the co-leader of the poetry club you're in. That's why you've always considered his compliments and encouragements to be just him doing his job - and yet they continued to fuel that foolish fire of yours for far too long. You never confessed to him, of course. But there would be nothing wrong with you two dating, from an ethical point of view. This is just a poetry club ran by students, it's not like having a crush on your boss. But still, the title of co-leader put him above you in a way you couldn't describe. Maybe it's the fact that he has more experience in art. Maybe it's the fact that he's more skillful. Maybe it's the fact that he's taught you many techniques and actually became a figure to rely on. Therefore he was still above you in a way, and so was the leader.

The leader of the club, she resembled Hyunjin in an almost eerie way. People do say, someone who is beautiful on the inside will always radiate beauty on the outside, too. That was a clear description of both of them. She too, was a romantic and an artist, she had a feather light laugh, star like freckles dusting her face, and eyes that could hold galaxies. She was the end of Hyunjin's sentences and the beginning of his thoughts. They made an incredible pair and their teamwork was impeccable as leaders. They weren't dating, but your heart kept telling you, that one day they will. It would be simply impossible for two souls so perfectly woven for each other to simply separate and go their different ways. And yet, you still foolishly had fallen for Hyunjin and every single week, the pain in your chest grew.

Oh, it hurt. It shouldn't have, really. You were just a newcomer being silly and they were fit for a lifetime. You had no chance nor the courage to hope and dream a miracle would land you in Hyunjin's loving arms. She wasn't to blame, he wasn't to blame, your pain was fully your fault. You fell in love and you had to fix it. So you made an oath with yourself to let it go, get those heavy rocks off of your lungs and allow yourself to breathe. There will be other boys in your life. They will not be Hyunjin, but other boys will exist.

You thought you were done with the tears, with the heartache and the love-sick poems. But it seemed you did have one more poem left in you, and it bubbled to the surface.

If the sun wasn't that bright, you wouldn't even have noticed the shadow of someone looming over you. You heard a melodic hum above your head and when you looked up, your heart dropped.

"What do we have here?" He teased, snatching your notebook right out of your hands. You couldn't even react in time, he was already standing up before you, reading the contents of your poem. His lips hung slightly open and he let out a gasp, and you really thought poetry was perhaps the only way to describe the look on his face. You watched his eyes travel the page, his chest deflating very rarely as if he was holding his breath. He looked surprised, but it wasn't an anxious type of bewilderment, nor an excited one either. He was looking at your notebook as if it was some sort of mythical creature, something that shouldn't possibly exist-

And then his eyes found yours. They wrecked you from the inside out, a brown so blown out, so dark, unalike what you've seen before. There was no more serene skies and calm seas in his eyes, there was a storm, a hurricane - a complete blackout. He looked frightened. Maybe he was in fact, still shaken by the secrets of the universe. Maybe humans are not supposed to know what mythological creatures actually look like. Maybe denying their existence would be easier on the collective-

"I can explain!" You jump up from the bench you were seated on. "That was an accident - it's not what it looks like!" He's not listening to you. His mind has gone to those faraway lands again, and he's dreaming while he glances at the page. You move to take the notebook away from him, but he raises it above his head. He's too tall to reach, so you don't even try.

"Well." He speaks, softly, anxiously, awkwardly. He softly lowers the notebook, but he holds it tight to his chest. He won't let you take it back. "I think now it's only fair I dedicate my poetry to you as well." Now it's your turn to remain with your mouth agape. You're blinking at him, and you don't realize you're looking at him exactly the same way he looked at you a minute ago. You're both scared and yet in marvel, and he takes a step closer. You inhale sharply, but it gets stuck in your throat. You can't breathe, your stomach is tense, and a shiver is shaking the fingers of your hands. His eyes are transfixed on yours, and he moves even closer, he's too close - and he asks for permission. "If you'll allow me?"

He's asking you to become his muse.

But you couldn't answer him even if you wanted to. It's embarrassing, but the only thing you can muster is a whimper.

He continues to stare at your face, until slowly and gradually a smile tugs at the corner of his lips and he lets out a giggle. He waves a hand in front of your face and cocks an eyebrow, in an attempt to bring you out of your daze. You're so confused you could die.

Was the last few minutes just a joke? Was he just mocking you-? He must have been. Nothing is as good as it seems, and Hwang Hyunjin couldn't be any different. Maybe he was just a self centered jerk under the dreamy romantic aura he carried. It would be easier to start hating him than to continue helplessly liking him, right?

You barely register Hyunjin putting your spiral notebook down on the bench to gently rip out the page with the poem. He folds the page in two and then hands you your notebook back.

"As the co-leader of the club, I reject your entry. You must write another poem, I'm confiscating this one." You cock your head. What is he saying? Is this still, all part of the joke?

"What- what are you- what are you gonna do with it?" You manage to spew out a sentence, not that it was the most important question to ask. Hyunjin raises his shoulders.

"Put it on my wall? Tape it in my journal? I'll find a place." He answers nonchalantly. You see his eyebrows dance on his face as he thinks for a second, then his expression tells you he got an idea. "Or... I could give it back to you... If you visit the seashore with me."

You side eye him and furrow your brows. "To do what?" He raises his shoulders again.

"I need inspiration for all of the poems I'm gonna start writing about you." He's calm, almost too calm as he says it, and he begins to smile once more as he watches your mouth hang open again.

"Are you making fun of me?" You finally ask, and Hyunjin looks downright offended. He raises his eyebrows, and comically cranes his neck back, pointing a finger at himself and then at you.

"ME? Make fun of YOU? Why? I'm... asking you out on a date..." And you're somehow supposed to process that information without finding a million excuses why this shouldn't be happening and wouldn't be happening. But it is happening.

"So you're not joking?"

"No?" He replies shaking his head.

"You're being serious."

"Yeah.." He replies, this time nodding his head.

"Seriously?" He laughs, finding you adorable.

"Seriously." Suddenly, the situations is a little too real and too much to take. Your hopelessly romantic and yet heavily insecure brain almost ruined a moment you could have only dreamt about, and you almost thought Hyunjin was a jerk. You hide your face in your hands and let out a muffled whine. Hyunjin is extremely amused, and feeling a little playful, he comes closer and cocks his head close to your face. You can't see him, but you peek through your fingers when you hear him speak again. "So is that a yes?" You watch glimpses of his face between your fingers and nod back at him. "Great then!" His face is so bright, and you can't hide your eyes from his anymore. Today, you saw how his eyes looked with a storm in them, but now they look different once more - like a sunrise above a beach, it's all so golden and full of life, sweet like honey and rich like gold. Warmth spreads through your chest, and he places a hand gently on your arm. His thumb caresses your bicep for a few seconds. "I'll text you the details."

You feel drunk, as his touch leaves your body but still lingers. He walks away to his next class, but he turns around briefly to remind you of your task.

"And don't forget you have to write a new poem until Thursday!" He waives the page he stole from you between his fingers and laughs his ass off at the exasperated sigh you give in return and the angry squint and pout.

You're pretty sure he didn't believe you when you said that poem was an accident. And he never will, even when you try to explain it to him on your first date. And on the second date you swear it wasn't on purpose, and on the third date you tell him for just how long you've liked him and how you tried to let him go. And on the fourth date he tells you he knows your poem wasn't an accident no matter what you think or say. And on the fifth, you agree with him.

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he is not an idol. he is my college boyfriend kim seungmin (real)

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nobody talk to me

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HAN / SKZ TALKER EP. 59

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snork mimimi

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Welcome back!! I missed your posts hahah, you're my dayly motivation. Good luck with the things you need to do. Don't overwork yourself, please. :} ♡

11/16/2023

omg i've been gone for so long.. after my internship ended, i did nothing for a week aside from small assignments for class. although my semester technically doesn't end until mid-december, i'm leaving for europe in two weeks so i need to get everything done before then !!! i only have two things to do but they are HUGE ! i need to finish the draft of my 30-page paper by thanksgiving and study for the state bar (which i'm planning to take while i'm on vacation😖). anywho, here are some pics of what i've been up to..

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{3:25 PM}

high school au; wc: 701

“If we were meet again in the next life, what would your first words to me be?“

Hyunjin glances over his shoulder to you, your full attention still concentrated on the setting sun over the city’s horizon. He then looks at the sun, so far away from the school rooftop, then to you then the sun again, thoughts going at miles per second trying to figure out why you would ask the question out of the blue.

“I-I mean—“ He stutters out as he mentally continues pondering on the thought, resting his cheek on his arms folded over the railings in the meantime. “Do I know you already in that scenario? How would I know you from my past life in that case, then? What—?”

The boy misses the way you roll your eyes at his questions but he does catch the way your lips twitch in amusement. “Just entertain the question for a sec, Jinnie.” You cut through his ramblings effectively, earning you a pout from him. “No other conditions, just the question as is: what would your first words be to me in the next life?”

“Hi?”

“That’s all?”

“You’re not exactly giving me much to work with.” He points out with a shrug, feeling his own lips twitch up in a smile when you finally turn your entire figure towards him as you mirror his pose. “If it were just like right now or the first time we met, a ‘hi’ would do, I suppose. It’s a new beginning, after all.”

You ponder on it for a moment, your brows furrowing in thought as a pout unconsciously settles on your features. Hyunjin, in the meantime, fights the urge to poke your cheek.

“Then what would you say to make me remember you?” You ask next.

“Where is this coming from all of a sudden?”

You smirk teasingly and raise a brow this time. “Is that your answer?”

Hyunjin shakes his head. “You can’t be the only one asking questions.”

“I’m just curious.” You shrug, moving your folded arms closer to his and the rest of your body naturally following.

“Well, if I still have my memories of you in the next life…” He trails off, eyes darting everywhere across your face. He doesn’t miss the way you gasp slightly as your breath gets caught up in your throat in anticipation. “I’d tell the you that you asked me to remember and to tell you when I meet you again because you wanted me to say something good when we reunite.”

A long pause falls on top of the two of you after that, your expression morphing into something unfamiliar and unreadable to Hyunjin as he replays his own words over and over again, wondering if he said something wrong.

“Remembering me is a good thing?” You ask when you do speak again, standing up straight again and looking away.

This time, Hyunjin props his elbow up on the railings and rests his cheek on his palm, nodding with a hum. “Of course, it is.” He assures, studying your face against the afternoon sunlight carefully. Your lips quiver the slightest. “If I could, I’d remember you in all of my lifetimes.”

“That’s—“

“Too much?”

“No, it’s…” You sigh, briefly biting your lip. “I-I don’t know what to say, I—“

“Well, you asked…” He breathes, still trying to figure out why you asked in the first place.

“Then I guess I should also say that remembering you is one of the good things in my life. One of the few good things, actually.” You smile up at him, sadly almost—as if you’re holding something back from him. “And I’m glad I got to meet you in this lifetime, Jinnie. In case I haven’t said it yet.”

Though the question rests dangerously at the tip of his tongue, Hyunjin holds back on asking. He figures you’ll tell him in time, that this is just one of the moments where you’re either trying to prepare him for something or gauging some kind of reaction for later.

He hopes it’s not something so awful or anything that’ll separate the two of you.

So he just reaches a hand out to caress your hair softly, meeting your gaze with a small smile. “Me too, Y/N.”

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Chan who would never let you walk alone at night. He doesn't matter if you need to cross the street or walk for kilometers, he doesn't mind if you're heading home or just to your car. He is there making you company and will leave only when you are safe

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kim seungmin...