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The 1st Verse ★★★★★

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awww hyuk bias! my baby :( thb i’m ot5 rn cause i really can’t decide… they’re all so loveable </3

That is so real they're all so adorable 🥹🥹 love them all so much the debut is gonna break me for sure ghifgjk

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PHOTOS YOU’VE TAKEN OF YOUR BOYFRIEND SEOK

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hellaur who is your 1verse bias?

ARMANI HII

Sdhdghj good question I'm a 100% hyuk bias (also ot5 secretly bc cmon now) but nathan... he's been so dangerous lately... I'll be fighting for my life

what about you?? ♡

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I'M SCREAMING WTFFF

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my honest reaction ^^

'nonchalant' uni bf yuma

[ author's scribbles ! ] i want him.

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no one could believe when the news of you and yuma surfaced. yuma? the cold, nonchalant guy? dating you, the bubbliest person in the whole world? yeah, no way.

yet…

“i’m telling you” you laughed, accidentally nudging one of the traces with food. you were starving after a long lecture but forgot to bring your wallet today. your friends offered to pay but you refused; you never really liked the food at the campus cafeteria anyway. “yuma is really sweet. he just pretends to be a bad boy”

“sometimes i get shivers when i look at him. he’s scary” one of your friends giggled, tucking her hair. 

“he’s not!” you whined. your sweet yuma? scary? 

“whatever. i’ll believe once i see it.” another classmate of yours chimed in. “you do make a cute couple, though”

“mhm. speak of the devil” someone said.

you turned around and saw him. upon closer examination, you hummed to yourself. maybe they were right…

yuma was wearing an all black outfit, ripped jeans. some jewellery on his neck and fingers. black bag hanging off his shoulders, headphones on his head, and dark, thick glasses sitting atop of his nose. and his resting face did not seem approaching at all. 

his eyes were searching through the crowded cafeteria, students blended into masses. but he was looking for just one specific person.

you.

you waved happily and his dark eyes met yours. his features changed slightly, barely noticeableably - but not for you. you didn’t miss the way the corners of his lips twitched gently, eyes softened, the hold on his bag loosened. 

“hi baby” you hummed when he approached you, leaning to place a tender kiss atop of your head. your friends exchanged surprised looks. 

“hi. i brought you snacks” he hummed, voice low. 

as he handed you the goods - your favorite bar and drink - he glared at your company. someone shivered. 

he always brought you snacks. you didn’t even have to tell him what is your favorite one, exactly - he was just observant like that. and he always had the same excuse–

“i just picked this up on my way ‘cause i wanted something for myself. no big deal” as he said, shrugging, a huge smile broke on your face. right, totally. 

“thank you, baby. you have a lecture now, right?” you asked, turning to look at him.

“yes. i’ll pick you up after your last class.” yuma nodded and ruffled your hair before walking away nonchalantly. 

there was a moment of silence before someone spoke up.

“nope, still scary!”

but the snacks in your hands told you otherwise.

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"The only catch was he insisted on pretending to be a different insufferable type of client so you could “practice customer service”" i can't this is so kenny coded

☽　DIFFICULT CLIENT　( 郝瑞然 )

genre fluff , established relationship , kenny x nail tech!reader   cw none   wc 456   request @1009high   note so i thought it might be hard to write for kenny but tbh i think i nailed it (pun intended hehe)   net @kstrucknet

“I want almond nails… but like, bordering on stiletto… and also if you could give me a bit of a flat edge, that’d be great.”

You took in a sharp breath, already resisting the urge to smack your boyfriend over the head. “So which do you actually want: almond or square? I’m not giving you stiletto. You’ll probably poke someone's eye out,” you deadpanned. 

“I actually prefer cashews,” Kenny said, completely straightfaced. 

Having your boyfriend at your disposal to practice different nail designs on was both a blessing and a curse. He sat relatively still and was a decent pretend client— plus you had 2 free hands to do whatever you wanted with whenever you wanted. It was all extremely convenient. The only catch was he insisted on pretending to be a different insufferable type of client so you could “practice customer service”. Half the time it ended in you slapping him, and the other half of the time you had to feed him snacks to shut up.

He was always extremely indecisive about the length and shape of the nails, despite knowing whatever set you gave him would only last a couple of days. He absolutely despised cuticle care, and always got nervous whenever you got out your trimmers and pushers. You were always gentle with him, perhaps even more gentle than you would be with your actual clients just because he did hate it, but it didn’t stop him from letting his complaints be known as loudly as possible.

You had told him on more than one occasion that his questionable shrieking during nail care would absolutely guarantee a refusal of service at any other salon but your own, but he paid almost no mind to your warnings. 

You still wouldn’t trade him for almost any other client. He did pay extremely well in both boba dates and free kisses, so you had little grounds to complain. And you owed your mastery of nail art to his willing cooperation as well. You would still be struggling with fruits and flowers if you hadn’t done at least twenty sets on Kenny first. He was your little test subject, and he didn’t mind that your weekly dates were slowly turning into five hours getting his nails done every Tuesday.

It was, like you always said, how you balanced each other out. It was in your precise concentration while he talked your ear off, or your steady hands holding the file while he struggled to choose what colour polish he wanted that day. And his stupidly cheeky smile when he made a bad joke while you tried to hide how your lips were twitching upwards— all of it made up the most defining moments of your relationship.   

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˖ ֹ੭୧ happy mother’s day ⊹ ࣪ ⑅ — n. kento

AUTHOR’S SCRIBBLES ! i won’t allow myself to be controlled by a calendar 😾 fuck it, happy mother’s day!!!!

you feel yourself dozing off, finally having some peace. on your chest is laying your six-month old daughter, her gentle snores like a pleasant melody compared to her aria of wails performed just mere moments ago.

the day comes to an end, warm hues of sunset ripping through the window. you’re trying your best to stay awake but it’s too hard.

recently, you’ve been exhausted. taking care of a half-year old is one thing, having to look after a two-year old at the same time is another. you and your husband decided you would stay at home and he would provide the financial support. needless to say, you’d never think you’d admit to miss work.

constant cries, bodily fluids, headaches, small bites, having to look out for every single possible threat, not having a moment to yourself… you could go on. 

luckily, your husband was a heaven-sent. he helps as much as he can, given his hectic work schedule.

which is why he left work earlier today and right now he’s on a walk with your older daughter. 

the soft breeze sneaks through the open window, birds chirping a soft melody. you could go on a walk too… 

there’s a quiet noise and creak of door opening, signaling that they’re back. 

“mom?” 

you sigh and close your eyes. you had hoped that the walk will tire your eldest out and nanami would come back with her fast asleep. 

“mommy is asleep, your sister too” your husband’s voice is quiet. he closes the door and soon enough you hear footsteps “see?” 

your baby babbles in response, a small rustle can be heard. 

“let’s sleep too, hm? aren’t you tired, baby?” kento whispers. you suddenly feel him putting a blanket over you two, a warm feeling spreading through your heart. you’re trying your best not to grin. 

his footsteps fade away and you assume he went to lull his firstborn to sleep. 

and before you can realize, you’re falling asleep too. or rather, you’re being woken up. 

you frown, creaking an eye open. 

it’s already dark outside, the chirps of birds replaced by a choir of crickets. your baby is not laying on your chest anymore – before you can panic, you realize it must’ve been me to who moved her. 

“hi pretty” he smiles softly, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

you yawn and stretch, sitting up. 

“what time is it?” you ask, rubbing your eyes. 

“almost nine pm. i’ve tucked them both into their beds, now time for my big girl, hm?” kento smiled softly, sitting at the edge of the couch. you grin and before you can add something, he hands you a small, pink bag with skye on it. your two-year old loves paw patrol and skye is her favorite, which already makes you crack a smile. 

you look at him suspiciously and he just scoffs. 

“i didn’t have the heart to say no, you know it” 

you gently reach inside and your fingers brush against a scratchy surface. you take out a heart shaped, glittery box. kento smiles at your confused face.

“open it” 

and you do. it’s a box of chocolates, with a small envelope. your fingers gently pry it open too. inside, there’s a gift card for a massage at the spa you’ve been meaning to go but never had time. 

you’re completely confused. 

“happy mother’s day” kento finally cracks and leans closer to place a tender kiss on your temple. your eyes widen as you scan his face. 

“it’s today? i completely forgot” you hum in disbelief. 

“mhm. they’re too small to realize so i figured i’ll spoil their hardworking mom” your husband reached to interlock his hand with yours. 

your lower lips quivers, eyes threatening to get teary. 

“thank you, ken” you whisper and squeeze his hand. 

“i love you” he says and leans closer, resting his forehead against yours “thank you for your hard job. thank you… for wanting to be a mother of my children” 

and you break, pearl tears rolling down your cheek. maybe it’s the pent up tiredness or his words. but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

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៸៸៸　GOODBYES FOR NOW　( NATHAN KOUSOL )

genre lil angsty , childhood friends to ? , nathan x fem!reader   cw goodbyes , a little crying , lowkey right person wrong time , not proofread   wc 506   request no   note nathan is the most childhood best friends to lovers coded member of 1verse like i have discussed before w @lexeees, however i'm very sorry for how this turned angsty...   net @kstrucknet

“You’re really leaving tomorrow…?”

Nathan nodded, speaking only in soft murmurs. “5AM.”

A chill ran up your spine. Not from the slight breeze of the late evening wind, but from the realization that for the first time in your entire life, your best friend wouldn’t be one house over from you. You would no longer be able to go to his room uninvited and start talking about whatever random topic was on your mind that day. You wouldn’t be able to pull stupid all-nighters together and then walk to school the next morning, slightly delirious and laughing at every dumb thing that was said. You wouldn’t be able to hear him practice guitar or sing random songs at your request, and there would be no more “Judge Y/n” who was brutally honest in pointing out every mistake in his dancing. Nathan had been the center of your life for over fifteen years, but now, things were really coming to a close.

He’d been wanting this for so long— to be accepted as a trainee, a real shot at pursuing his dream. But after so many failed auditions, you had started to expect the results before they even came in. You had gotten too secure that no one would actually take him away from you, and maybe you even secretly selfishly wished he wouldn’t go even if he was accepted. Maybe if you begged him enough, he would stay, just for you. 

But it was a stupid thought, and you knew it would never work. You’d feel awful for even asking or voicing how it all made you feel. Truth was, it wasn’t about you. This was his dream, and finally, he had a real shot at making it come true. You had been suppressing all the emotions for the past week when he first told you, but now that it was your last few hours in the same country as him, you couldn’t bottle it down any more. 

You leaned on his shoulder, burying your face into his hoodie. It worked well to conceal the tears on your face, but you knew Nathan was aware of them anyway. You heard him let out a sigh it felt like he had been holding for ages, and slowly his arms came around yours to hold you back. It was quiet. Somehow, it was comforting. 

Even with the looming reality that he’d been gone all too soon, for that moment, Nathan was yours, and it gave you some solace. He didn’t say much the rest of the night; just wiped your tears, kissed your forehead, promised to call every day he could, and stared at you a bit too intimately for just friends. 

Both of you knew that wasn’t what you were anymore. That line had been crossed long ago, though it was never admitted out loud. And now, you weren’t sure if it would ever lead to anything. 

Tomorrow, he’d be an ocean away, and for the first time in your life, your Nathan wouldn’t be yours anymore. 

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Cha Kang yoon is such a cutie. He escaped from my pocket guys. What an adorable human amulet. And the way Gyeonu just accepts his fate that he's gonna be touched I can't-

This is Gyeonu. Gyeonu loves his personal space.

This is Jiho. Jiho also loves Gyeonu's personal space.

And why are Yihyun's characters always such baddies.

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Jiho was super cute this episode 😭

The way he was protective over gyeon-woo even though they're technically love "rivals"

He gave up his figurine for him 😔

Bro legit even became a human amulet for him

(ow my heart)

Gave the century's performance to steal his phone(to protect him ofc) tooo

Like, and he even attended his grandmother's funeral and stood up for him against his fuckass uncle

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Defended and cherished against his will

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Hello, Shaman. Shouldn't you say hello back?

HEAD OVER HEELS 견우와 선녀 (2025)

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evil spirit lady when i catch you....

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gosh my heart hurts for jiho :(((

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EVERYONE STFU IT'S HAPPENING!!!

I might be overreacting but irdc

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An eric nam fic...IN THIS ECONOMY??!??

⟡　ONE DAY..　( 에릭남 )

genre fluff , established long term relationship , eric nam x fem!reader   cw marriage talk , not fully proofread   wc 1212   request no   note basically wanted to write for eric since 2022 or even earlier. i know eric fics will never make waves but mostly doing this for me than anyone else <3   net @kstrucknet

You’d been past the awkward stage with Eric’s family for almost five years, to the point that they already considered you family as much as Eric, Brian, or Eddie were. Your name followed Eric’s in natural flow like a set pair, and you were used to the doting comments from his mother or teasing from his brothers, all while he watched you with his usual loving gaze. Between his busy work schedule, you always made time to visit his family for Christmas or summer vacation; a non-negotiable. 

It was during dinner your third night at a nice lake-side cabin Eric had booked for the whole family that Brian brought it up and heat crept up to your ears.

“When are you going to put a ring on her finger, anyway? You act like you’ve been married for years, but haven’t even done it yet. You’re getting old, man,” he joked, shoving some roasted veggies into his mouth. 

“I’m not that old—” Eric’s attempt to intercept was immediately interrupted by Eddie.

“You and Y/n have been dating longer than me and Brittany. You can’t keep a lady waiting for that long. You work too much.”

You could tell your boyfriend had no reply to Eddie’s jab, and for his sake, you quickly switched the topic of conversation. Eric was simmering for the rest of dinner, unusually quiet as he mulled over Eddie’s words. Although he told himself in his head that it didn’t matter and his brothers had no business pointing it out in that way, the fact that he couldn't stop thinking about it set off alarm bells. Eddie had been happily married for five years, and already had three kids. Eric would be lying if he said he didn’t wish he was in that situation at times.

He’d talked about it with you before. Plans for the future. You were always on the same page with things, and were always able to come to an agreement even when you didn’t have exactly the same idea. Marriage was something Eric wanted. Of course he did— and he wouldn’t even think twice about it when it was you he would be marrying. But maybe it had shifted to the backburner. Perhaps your relationship, although not lacking in romance or affection, hadn’t been his main focus lately. 

Work was all-consuming at times. New albums, company considerations, filming, and touring. There was barely a day when Eric wasn’t busy with something. It was a routine you got used to quickly when you first got together with him, and it wasn’t a problem. You knew his busy schedule before you even went on your first date. If it had been a dealbreaker for you, you wouldn’t have been dating him for this long.

Not getting married any time soon wasn’t a dealbreaker for you either, although you did dream of it in the back of your head. Kids would be nice; you would adore having a little mini you running around. But it also wasn’t a priority for you. Life seemed to be taking a leisurely pace, and you weren’t going to try to speed it up. Eric rushed through things quickly enough as it was. You liked being the easy and quiet part of his life. You brought him his happiest moments away from his busy worklife, and truly, you cherished that.

But, the thought continued to bother Eric for the rest of vacation, even when he had mastered his bright smile during family activities. You could see through the little act, though, and you knew he would bring it up when he was ready. The time came almost a week after you arrived back home.

A hot and muggy July evening seemed to bother both you and Eric. Even after cold showers and the aircon set to a low temperature, the air in the room seethed and blistered. Eric only paced when something really wasn’t right. Like a pot about to boil over, you knew that Eric would break in a matter of seconds.

“Are you upset that I haven’t given you a ring yet?” 

There it was. The topic he swore wasn’t a big deal at family vacation that had been following him like an ominous shadow for a week and a half. He couldn’t bear it anymore. 

“No, but it seems like it’s bothering you.” 

He frowned, “I thought it wouldn’t, but I can’t stop thinking about it. We’ve been dating for six years, and I just feel like maybe we’re taking it too slow? At the same time, anything else feels overwhelming— or maybe it’s just because it’s surreal to think about. Am I just crazy?” he let out an awkward laugh, staring at the ceiling for a moment before he dared to meet your eyes again. You just blinked at him, a smile creeping onto your face.

“You want to get married, but you’re not sure how it would fit into your schedule,” you suggested. 

He let out a breath, “Yeah. That’s the feeling.” He wasn’t sure how you were always able to put into words the feelings he couldn’t. 

“Come here,” you prompted, hand outstretched, beckoning him to take a more comfortable place by your side. He did, almost warily, although his tense posture relaxed when you intertwined your fingers with his. “Listen, I love the thought of us getting married, but if you don’t think you’re ready—”

“It’s not that. It’s not. I’m ready. Heck, about ten different jewelry stores are still bookmarked on my phone, and I almost bought one a few months ago until I realized I’d have to hide it from you for so long. You know I’m really bad at keeping anything from you,” he said softly. “But I want to marry you so fucking badly.”

You laughed, partly at how endearing the sentiment was and how it was washing away any of the lingering doubts you might have had of this truly being a big issue. 

“You know what will happen if we do get married, right?”

He cracked a smile, tilting his head in a teasing manner, “Your parents are gonna start expecting grandkids the week after the ceremony.”

“You know them so well,” you grinned. “Practically acting like my husband already.”

“Brian’s right, you know. We act like we’re married even though we aren’t.”

“Sometimes I feel like weddings are just a big scam.”

Eric frowned, “I want to see you walk down the aisle, though.”

You glanced at him, amused. “You’ll start crying like a big baby as soon as you see me in a white dress.”

He laughed, “True.”

“Eddie had a point too, though. You do work too much,” you nudged him.

“I know. It’s the only thing I know how to do— only thing I’m good at.”

“Hey, you’re a pretty good pretend husband too!”

Laughter bubbled up once again before it was swallowed with kisses and lingering touches and a silent agreement that it was time to cuddle under the covers until sleep came. But once you were curled up close to Eric, wrapped up in the covers that smelled like him, cheek pressed against your pillow, he spoke again.

“I don’t want to be your pretend husband forever— I’m gonna make it real soon.”

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