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Update!

Hi hi sorry for basically being mia. Life has been well crazy and I’ve had no motivation to write and when I did my heart wasn’t in it.

The Hyunlix fic and Han fic are on a slight hold (don’t worry I’ll still write and post them) but instead I am working on a little series featuring dear Hyunjin! I’m excited to venture into this little world I’m creating and I can’t wait to share it with you. 💙

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Aww you’re so sweet ☺️ we’ll hide those bodies 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️😂😂

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Hahah that's tricky cause I have 30 wips BUT my favorite is: 👱🏻‍♀️😳👨🏻‍🦰😎😍 (spoiler: is for hongjoong)

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

My bestie @jehhskz cause she always has the best advices and @moonchild9350 cause she is always so calm and positive. Ily girls 💜

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I step into august with clarity, courage, and calm. I release what no longer serves me and rise rooted in purpose. everything meant for me flows with ease, and I honor each day as sacred.

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🫧 250801 – lee know bbl update:

It’s Soonie with his eyes opened looking so kind As expected of my child I think (Soonie) takes after me

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He is so hot and to die for my sweet sungie 🤭

Business Casuals

Jisung x fem!reader

Warnings: Suggestive 18+ MDNI

Genre: Established relationship, fluff

Summary: Your boyfriend Jisung returns home after a presentation, and is yapping away about his day and all you can see is how good he looks in that outfit.

a/n: Sorry 🫢 I haven't written in a while. But I am so inspired after last night 🙈

You’re sprawled on your bed, propped up on your elbows, flipping through a magazine, when your boyfriend, Han Jisung bursts through the door with a triumphant grin. He’s a vision in his fitted black button-down shirt - the sleeves rolled up to his elbows - and those tailored pants hugging him in all the right places.

It’s rare to see him in formals or business casuals or whatever, and damn, does he wear them well. Too well, in fact. Your brain’s already melting as you sit up slowly, your eyes raking over him. And he hasn’t even noticed yet. 

“Okay, so the presentation’s done. Oh God it was going so good! I’m doing the final Q&A after the presentation, right? This one guy - I think he's a finance major - tries to trip me up with a question about the case study’s ethical implications -”

He’s gesturing wildly. His shirt is tucked perfectly, the sleeves rolled just enough to expose those delicious forearms you absolutely adore. He's all in his story, and you?

You're sitting cross-legged on his bed, blinking up at him. Processing none of what he’s saying.

Because this man - your obnoxious, filthy-mouthed, sunshine boyfriend - is dressed to kill, and no part of you is okay.

None. Zero. 

And Jisung keeps talking.

“So I’m like, ‘Wow, that’s a great question, Tim,’ and then I say, ‘I’d love to answer it, but I already hit my word count twenty minutes ago.’ Mic drop?!”

He looks so proud. Literally. 

Until his eyes meet yours and he freezes. 

Because you’re on your knees now, on the edge of the bed, hands on his belt loops. Pulling him closer. 

Already working on the first button of his shirt.

“Uh…” He blinks. “So… are we…?”

You glance up. Totally unbothered. Dead serious. So gone at this point. 

“Yes Jisung, we are.” You reply softly. “We are.”

He short-circuits and starts his nervous yapping. 

“Oh. Okay. Shit. Yep. This is - yep, this is happening. Great.”

You keep going - button after button - until the shirt parts enough for your fingers to graze his bare skin, the muscle of his chest, the dip of his abs.

“You look really good in this shirt,” you murmur.

He swallows, watching your hands roam his body. 

“I - I can wear it every day. I can sleep in it. I can marry you in it.”

You raise a brow. “You wanna marry me in  business casuals?”

He shrugs, breathless. “Or naked. Whatever works.”

You laugh softly, then drag your hands up under the fabric, pushing it off his shoulders.

He watches, stunned, as you lean in and place a single kiss - right in the middle of his chest.

Then another, just under his collarbone. He’s fully breathless now, gripping your hips like he’s grounding himself.

“So, you like me in shirts.”

You grin. “So much.”

And then you're kissing him. Messy and deep, pulling him into bed with you. His hands are everywhere, his grin turning feral, his breath warm and eager against your mouth as he murmurs, “Remind me to schedule more presentations. Every week. Full suit. Maybe a tie. You like ties?”

“Baby, I like you in anything.”

“Even in nothing?”

“Especially in nothing.”

He whines.

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BANG CHAN — SKZ-TALKER GO! S5EP19 ARLINGTON

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Hyunlix fic will be on hold for a little. I’m gonna try and write my Han fic that’s been in my wips for literally months. I’ve scrapped it so many times but I think this plot is the winner!

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How to spot AI use in fics: an unofficial & friendly guide (July 2025)

Hi everyone~ I don’t think this post will come as a surprise to anybody. It is a joint effort with @cb97percent—a lot of the research you see on here is hers. We spent a considerable amount of time trying to understand ChatGPT in order to recognize its patterns. It doesn’t mean, however, that it helped us understand the people who sit in front of it, feed it a few prompts to generate fics, and then post those fics as theirs on here or onto other online spaces. That, I will never fathom. 

But if you’re like me, like us, and like the few people who have voiced their wish to avoid those AI-assisted or AI-generated fics but have no idea what they might look like, this post might be for you. And… this other post, beautifully and eloquently put together by our very miss @cb97percent, shows a perhaps even darker side of the story. It displays GPT’s “personality”, and how people can spot it. (Because, yes—some of these accounts use it to interact with their audience)

It’s just tumblr, it’s just rpf/fanfic, why do I think it’s so important: because what happens in subculture spaces matters. What the audience chooses to read, to give notes/likes/reblogs/interactions to is a vote of sorts. You can see it as a form of election almost. What gets interactions prevails. So, readers cast their votes every day by scrolling the tags, sampling, reading, and then choosing to leave comments or interactions, or not. So if more and more people use AI to generate fics, post them on here, and if more of the audience gives them interactions, soon enough, it’s all that will remain on fanfic spaces. 

And what happens in subculture spaces usually shifts in culture. We are already seeing it. By allowing it to happen in our online spaces, our ao3, our tumblr, and others, we are saying: let it happen in our novels, too. In our films, our video games, our music, our visual arts. And while I realize it’s pretty much inevitable, I decided I would not be passive about it. 

So—a few tips to help notice AI-generated content in fics (but it got longer than I thought it would)

This is knowledge I gathered by running limited experiments primarily on ChatGPT and a little bit on Gemini. With time, those AIs will learn more and this post will be outdated for the most part. I am also NOT an expert at ALL. This is really just based on those experiments and the things I saw on tumblr or other fic spaces.

↬ Clinical language: Most fics are generated on ChatGPT. It has an unmistakable, clinical voice that mimics human emotion without actually breaching it—look for overly poetic sentences but short paragraphs + a lot of paragraphs breaks. The lyricism won't serve a purpose in the storytelling, it will be hollow. It's a strange feeling once you spot it: that line between clinical and lyric. Uncanny.

If you know me, you know I'm all for imagery and metaphors, but... The prompt here was two friends reunited after a long time + friends to lovers. Oh, and I should probably get this out of the way—GPT adores everything sacred and religious and holy. It might be an easy shortcut when there is yearning to be written—what else are you gonna do when you've never felt it or anything else?

You can see how quick it is to go from one thing to the other, there's no lingering on any emotion or feeling, just clean vocabulary, clinical, short sentences. And holy stuff. So much religious stuff.

↬ Dialogue tags: ask any seasoned author “how can I replace the ‘said’ dialogue tag and they’ll probably just tell you to use said. It's basically invisible and allows for a better flow in both reading and writing because it doesn't catch the eye. I found that ChatGPT sometimes used "said" and other times avoided it at all costs—there was no in-between. However, other times, it didn't really use any, since its sentences are so straightforward.

And then it will just throw any other words at you:

I've seen a lot—“You melt.” “You cling to him.” "He grins." All that stuff.

Also: This isn't something I can provide an example for because it's something you feel with your heart, but humans are awkward! They are uncomfortable in romantic or other situations. They have humor that relates to culture, to past experiences, to real life.

GPT is only creating an illusion of that. True love, but make it under 10k. To me, GPT's generated stuff feels like a collab between Hallmark movies and Booktok. It utilizes shortcuts to make readers think of emotions as opposed to authors who evoke them.

↬ Unusual text formatting: I’m aware that there have been trends on here with certain formatting styles with bold and italics for example. I’ve seen it in the last two-ish years in fics themselves, but in the last few months, with the growing use of AI, it’s exponential. 

How a human author would use italics: to emphasize a word in a sentence, when there is a written letter in a chapter (or even a text message), song lyrics, etc. You get it. 

How AI uses italics: Well, for a first, it uses it a lot. No, I mean, like. A LOT. It won’t just emphasize one word out of the sentence, it will emphasize entire parts of it using italics, which isn’t something that was ever typical in a novel-like genre before. Quick example: 

How a human author would use boldface: maybe to emphasize a word in a paragraph that's already italicized, or I know sometimes people use it to mark the passage of time/time jumps, etc. It's really not something you see a lot in the text itself otherwise, except for occasional stylistic choices with purpose, or in text message format again (or chat, like a social media AU etc), something of the sort.

How AI uses boldface: well. It uses it a lot. I've seen it in all sorts of ways. Randomly on a character's name, or the first time a character is mentioned in a story/chapter. Chatgpt uses boldface on character's names a lot. Or on words of a sentence that the AI considers "dark" or more harsh. Example:

(was that another religious metaphor? what a surprise!) But I think those examples speak for themselves.

What about the em dash? Everyone's talking about the em dash.

Yeah well—I'm a huge fan of the em dash. (the irony...) It's true that AIs use them a lot, but so do many authors including myself.

HOWEVER, I've noticed something, and it's that in many cases, humans use the em dash without spaces between the words—like this. And the AIs often put a space between the dash and the word — like that. Because you see one or the other doesn't necessarily prove anything, I know, but I still thought I'd mention it.

↬ Random indented text: This is also something that a human can do, I'm aware. But ChatGPT, by default, uses indented text a lot (which are 'blockquotes' over there). I think it's because at it's core, it's a research tool and it's more of a visual thing. It'll give you a paragraph and then emphasize something using an indentation, making it look like note-taking almost.

In the case of fiction, of a fic—it'll use that indentation on a dialogue often. To me, it feels like it's doing it for some sort of dramatic effect or something. As such:

(in this example, the prompt was simple: a handsome, mysterious man named Jinu 🤭 meets MC for the first time. I didn't input any other specifics regarding context. It seems GPT made the location some coffee shop, a common booktok trope.)

By the way, you can't make this up. You have it all here: the blockquote/indented text, the italics, the boldface, the vocabulary and succinct sentences...

⇉ Why it's important: When you copy paste directly from the GPT website onto tumblr, those blockquotes adopt the "Indented" text format from the tumblr text editor. By default—so it could be a decent indicator of AI-assisted or generated text that hasn't even been edited to look otherwise.

It looks like this.

↬ Oat milk? : There was no place for these observations in this post but it is almost humorous the way ChatGPT suggested or reused some of the same flavors and scents over and over during this experiment. If GPT was a real person, it would be really into coffees or teas with oat milk (often no ice for cold drinks, or extra hot for warm) and vetiver-centered scents. I don't know what to do with this information, but I cannot unsee it. It really likes eucalyptus too, tonka bean... I'm not sure what it means, but I truly cannot unsee it. #whowantsanoatmilkcappuccino

↬ The rate at which works are posted: It takes a lot of time to write 10k words, and that's before all the revising, formatting, making your post banners (if applicable) etc. To be able to release this much every week is any author's wet dream, which would be desirable by many readers. But there's decent speed, then there's inhuman.

We all want to be this productive—but is it actually realistic? Over extended periods of time? Without periods of quiet, of struggle? Could even Stephen King himself pull it off? Run a blog full-time, answer asks elaborately with all this formatting (btw, it does take time to format on tumblr if you're not just copy/pasting from GPT), upkeep lore posts about our fics (GPT loves lore, by the way. don't know why. it really wants to give you lore and build around its own scenes), have little to no downtime.

This is really just my personal opinion, but this is how I know my author is human. A lack of time. Struggles. A crack in the porcelain. Incomplete WIPs, genuine excitation over them though. Incomplete events—but still trying. Trying different things in different stories. A voice that is theirs. Having a voice in the first place.

Writing out of passion and not as a performative act.

So... A continuous flow of content and posts... would bring in a lot of readers, I'm sure. People want to be entertained. Constantly. They want content and they want it from a reliable source, somewhere they know they won't have to wait for the next chapter. But when things are too good to be true—sometimes, it just means they are not true.

In conclusion—if anybody even made it this far—it can be difficult to spot a GPT in the wild when you've never seen it, or never known that you've seen it. Hopefully, this and miss cb's post would have been any help to those for whom it is the case.

At the very least, I hope it made a few people aware that it is a situation that is happening not just in other places, other fandoms, or just hypothetically. It is very real. And it will have an impact on the culture that you will consume in the future. I would love to say that it's not to late to change things, but I'm not sure it would be true.

But maybe, by making people a little more aware, we can give their voices back to some human authors, those who use their souls as ink—not shortcuts.

If you did make it to here, thank you—thank you for caring about what you read, and for encouraging and supporting the people who write it.

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HAN ✶ SKZ TALKER GO! S5EP17 — SAN FRANCISCO

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Seungmin is hereeee I love it! And I love that he and hyun are besties 🤭 Jisung freaking out at Seungmin declaration made me chuckle 😂

Snippets Of Our Youth - Four

Hwang Hyunjin, Han Jisung, Lee Felix, Kim Seungmin x Reader (f.) Genre: Coming-of-age, Slice of Life, Romance, Angst, Comedy, unrequited love, slow-burn, Unreliable Narrator (1st person p.o.v) Warnings: somewhat proofread WC: 1k A/N: this Seungmin is probably gonna be one of my fave seungmins to write 🤭 hope you all enjoy the addition of another petal! Comments, Reblogs, Likes are greatly appreciated! Happy reading! ── MASTERLIST

Extra Note: Prespective/P.O.V. jumps from third person to first throughout the entire series. <Italicized, bold small> sections allude to snippets from a diary.

Synopsis: Five petals come together to make the perfect flower. A retelling of friendship, snippets of firsts and dreams of an everlasting romance.

Missed a chapter? - One / Two / Three

FOUR. THE FOUR OF US ───────────────

Three was fun, three was great.

And probably would have been for the unforeseeable future, if not for Hwang Hyunjin to absolutely suck at math. 

Suddenly he was moved to the front of class, seated next to the class’ biggest math nerd who even with his deadpan expressions and sarcastic remarks, helped out the clueless boy, with expressions that dripped of silent patience and a gaze that gleamed with challenge.

And then Hyunjin realized. Three might be fun, but who knew four was an even better number.

Although, number four of this little friend group was a flight risk.

Kim Seungmin was oddly endearing. Yet, still odd nonetheless.

Polite, and well liked by those around him. Teachers loved him, a true nerd. Parents doted on him, always the goody-two-shoes. But amidst the crowd of familiar faces and those he was friendly with, he had an entirely different personality.

And Hwang Hyunjin found him to be absolutely hilarious. His very own comedian.

Perhaps the taller boy was out of touch with his humor. Or perhaps it was the way Seungmin delivered his jokes, even if sometimes Hyunjin wasn’t sure if he was joking or not. Brows furrowing as the punchline flew right over his head. Still, he laughed. His cackles always garnering the attention of Y/N and Jisung from their desks at the back. Wondering just who Seungmin was to elicit such reactions from the hard to please Hwang Hyunjin.

And while Jisung did eventually get around to figuring out how this new addition’s thought process worked, going as far as creating their own inside jokes, Y/N always found herself at the opposing side when it came to Seungmin and his antics. The two, almost opposite in personalities.

Y/N always ready to flutter away, while Seungmin preferred to settle still. Perhaps he wanted to be a rock in some other life.

A total bore.

The two, often on either ends of a back and forth bickerfest that Hyunjin has learned to ignore, glancing up once to shake his head and sigh, while Jisung instigates deeper for funsies.

The mathlete however, did not expect to be the only normal one among the three who were so different yet alike all at once.

Or so he claimed.

The Trio of Crazies™. A Seungmin copyrighted title, one of many names he called them. Though Y/N would love to argue that he was probably the craziest amidst them all, the youngest brunette having had some brow-rasing moments of his own.

A silent menace.

Like when they were fifteen and after bickering for the better part of their morning, theu found themselves on the opposite benches of the lunch table. Seungmin’s tray clattered over the surface and he suddenly declared that he would marry Y/N. 

His tone, flat, and annoying in the Seungmin kind of way.

Jisung blinked too many times in the span of a second, faltering mid-bite of his food, cheeks full.

And although Hyunjin also sputtered from the initial surprise, he cackled loudly, head darting between the stunned girl next to him and the nerd across.

Seungmin only stared at a baffled Y/N, his eyes boring into hers as if challenging her to say something that would top his stupidity.

Perhaps it was out of spite, finally thinking of something that would have really rendered me speechless after making him groan and clench his jaw from irritation all morning, though it was moreso his fault but of course he would never acknowledge that.

And render me speechless he did.

Or perhaps it was another chance to drive me crazy. An opportunity of a lifetime just for him to have the last laugh.

I scoffed and he furrowed his brows into a frown, eyes boring into mine as if asking ‘what’s so funny?’. An underlying challenge in his stare.

Hyunjin found it funny though. Absolutely amused, all but shoving me into the brunette nerd’s direction, while Jisung’s brows raised in confusion, jaw slowly resuming to chew on his food but eyes still squinted with suspicion, probably wondering how that would even work.

“Take her.” Hyunjin had laughed, already in support of a marriage that would never happen.

Seungmin’s number one fangirl would not give up the chance to make him family, of course.

Disloyal to the bone that Hwang Hyunjin, effectively ignoring the glare I shot him. I liked him better when he was shy and hid behind his mother.

“I thought you two don’t get along?” Jisung questioned.

Seungmin shrugged his shoulders, smug-faced as if he hadn’t just declared the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard him say. 

A joke that wouldn’t age well.

I scoffed. He firmly pressed.

“I will marry her when we grow up.”

Of course he took back his words only two years later. As if he had never made those claims in his life. That asshole.

Reluctantly though, he was kept.

And for a while they were four. Evenly split.

Seungmin and Hyunjin became the best of friends, the athletes of the group bonding over such things like baseball and soccer, things that Y/N and Jisung had no care for.

Hyunjin and Seungmin once spent the winter break with the brunette’s grandparents in the countryside and came back two whole inches taller. Something Jisung was not happy about. 

Still to this day he grumbles about it. Claiming the countryside air must have gifted them the extra height. As if he and Y/N didn’t spend that same break doing all sorts of things that the shaggy haired kid claimed to be the “most fun he had ever had in his life.”

It was nice though, the step siblings having close friends other than each other, ones they could vent to, rant with, share secrets and everything else kept close.

Four made sense.

Yet, even didn’t seem quite right for a group who had always been odd. 

A missing puzzle piece they wouldn’t find until they were moody teenagers on the precipice of adulthood.

A piece that washed ashore from somewhere far.

A blonde with freckles that astonished everyone who was lucky enough to get a closer glimpse.

Lee Felix was as surprised to find the four as they were him.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ to be continued.

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I am planning on working on hyunlix fic more this week. I promise yall!

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Awww sungie 🥹 you described him perfectly hehe and he seems to fit well with her and hyun!

Snippets Of Our Youth - Three

Hwang Hyunjin, Han Jisung, Lee Felix, Kim Seungmin x Reader (f.) Genre: Coming-of-age, Slice of Life, Romance, Angst, Comedy, unrequited love, slow-burn, Unreliable Narrator (1st person p.o.v) Warnings: mentions of blood, drinking, somewhat proofread WC: 1k A/N: we're out here collecting our petals! Comments, Reblogs, Likes are greatly appreciated! Happy reading! ── MASTERLIST

Extra Note: Prespective/P.O.V. jumps from third person to first throughout the entire series. <Italicized, bold small> sections allude to snippets from a diary.

Synopsis: Five petals come together to make the perfect flower. A retelling of friendship, snippets of firsts and dreams of an everlasting romance.

Missed a chapter? - One / Two

THREE. GREAT THINGS COME IN THREES ────────

Good things come in duos, but greater things are trios.

Like the beginning, middle and end of a great story.

Like breakfast, lunch and dinner

Red, Blue, Yellow.

Like Hyunjin, Y/N  and Jisung.

The chubby-cheeked boy, who barreled into their lives.

Literally.

The ten year old fell off of the monkey bars at the park and rolled into the sand pit. Starfished limbs on the ground, and big eyes stared up at the two kids who stumbled upon his flat form, peering down at him in astonishment. Slight concern painted their faces, while a laughter threatening to erupt just simmered underneath. 

Their heads tilted, brows furrowed as they towered over him.

“Hi.” He squeaked with a grin.

Y/N beamed at the smiling kid with tousled hair full of sand, his big eyes darted between the upside down view, while Hyunjin grimaced with disgust at the sight of blood dripping from the fallen kid’s nose.

A start to a beautiful friendship. 

A great thing.

Han Jisung was everything and nothing all at once.

He was smart, way more than a normal ten year old. Listing off facts that both fascinated and confused Hyunjin and Y/N altogether. Yet, couldn’t for the life of him, follow the most basic instructions. Forgetfulness his second nature.

Jisung, whose bursts of chaotic energy were sometimes a little too much for the step-siblings, and they were wild already on their own to begin with.

The chubby-cheeked boy also had a tendency to ramble his deepest thoughts randomly as the three lazed around one of their living room floors. Questions that threw the other two ten years into an endless loop of existential crisis’ and the sudden urge to start a business, weirdly. 

They’re still debating if they want to open a pet cafe together or not. They couldn’t decide between cats or dogs. Hyunjin suggested birds.

It’s been sixteen years. They definitely are not, yet still entertain the idea when the hours are late and the drinks in their system don’t help at all.

But we’ll get to that later.

For now, it’s about Han Jisung. Jisung and his passion for music. Learning to play the guitar and forcing his two friends to listen to endless strings of “sick tunes” he came up with. 

And at twelve he twisted his ankle trying to show off, doing something reckless Hyunjin had encouraged him on menacingly for, and acted as if the world had ended. Even if he couldn’t figure out how to properly use crutches. He still found a way to make everything about him.

Treating the siblings as if he were their master. And surprisingly—or perhaps unsurprisingly, they happily lit up with his ridiculous demands and furrowed brows as he hobbled around school grounds.

Jisung, who was my first kiss. 

Another memory I’ll get to later.

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By thirteen the trio were inseparable. The chubby-cheeked boy, the tall, lanky one and the ever-so hyper girl. Their names always spoken together, like a string of words that had no special purpose on their own. Sights of Y/N’s arms wrapped around theirs as she tugged them along with her down the school corridors, the sidewalk, though sometimes she abandoned her annoying step-brother in preference to Jisung when the pavement wasn’t wide enough, had become a commonality of sorts.

Jisung and Y/N had become closer, like vines twisting around each other. A fact Hyunjin pretended not to be envious of as he scoffed “great, both dummies are best friends.”

But there was never any bite to his words. Rolling his eyes, yet still picking out extra wildflowers as they lazed over the grassy field on certain spring afternoons. Blue blooms decorated into Jisung’s shaggy hair while the younger dozed into his “much needed” naps, always a pretty sight.

Only for the chubby-cheeked boy to wake up and try and feed Hyunjin grass because taking flowers and leaves out of his hair was always a hassle. And his mom teased him when he went home with a poor attempt of a flower crown.

Hyunjin would shrug, long limbs easily keeping the shorter boy pressed against the grass as he continued his flower assault. Y/N would laugh and snap pictures of him all pretty and pouty lips at the end anyways.

Miss Hwang adored Jisung.

Her son wasn’t one to make friends easily, with his shy nature and initial hesitations. He always missed the chance befriending schoolmates, especially other boys. So seeing a bouncing shaggy haired boy beaming at their doorstep was both a surprise and a relief altogether.

He reminded her of a squirrel, always eating whatever snacks and meals she made with full cheeks and such gusto that she would often sit at the dining table while the three kids ate, just to feel satisfied.

Jisung loved complaining, a trait that would soon rub off on Hyunjin. The shy boy who soaked things up like a sponge. Except that trait would stay and morph into his own personality. Creating a whining and dramatic creature that put that little shy and polite boy he once was to shame.

It’s what happens when you’re comfortable with those that you surround yourself with. At ease, unburdened. You allow yourself to be free. You bleed into each others’ lives seamlessly.

Though the oldest boy liked to groan about becoming a babysitter for his reckless sister and her equally chaotic best friend, there was always a glimmer in his gaze that gave way to his amusement as he watched Y/N and Jisung walk ahead of him on the sidewalk, linked arms and snickered conversations.

Much like the fond gazes Miss Hwang wore when she watched over them.

He was his mother’s cherished son after all.

A clear indication that threes are definitely greater.

Especially since the Han Jisung was the youngest of the trio. And even if the birthdays amongst them differed with just a few months in between, the step-siblings still made it a point to treat him as such. Babying him often.

Jisung gets first dibs. Jisung chooses. Jisung’s favorite. 

Something he wholly takes advantage of, batting the lashes of his big gleaming eyes and pouting his lips when he wants something in particular.

As if the mentioned boy had been an excuse for us once only-children of our parents to spoil rotten. Like a new not-so-little brother we never had. 

Though this one ate too many bars of chocolate, and had demands for all sorts of things.

Not that the youngest ever complained about it either. He had an older brother of his own, yet their large age gap never really gave them a chance to be as close as he was with two of his closest friends. 

He loved the attention, thrived even.

That was until the fourth addition.

The new youngest.

And although Kim Seungmin had been an unwilling addition to the “Trio Of Crazies” as he often called them, he was a surprising perfect fit.

Threes were great. But perhaps there was something better? ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ to be continued.

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