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JUNHAN WITH PIGTAILS !!!

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Xdinary Heroes Beautiful Mind

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beautiful life visual cam cutiepie endings - stringz line ♡

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YOU!! YES, YOU!! GO WRITE THAT FANFIC YOU THINK NOBODY BUT YOU WILL READ!!

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whose boyfriend is this ???

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welcome to jaypril, brother jjongcat!

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१⟆ fool

pairing: seungmin x reader wc: 754 requested?: no. . .💚 genre: one-shot, angst, comfort warning(s): heartbreak, situationship, avoidant attachment, slightly suggestive if you squint synopsis: something serious was not what you were looking for initially but then he came along and shook things up.

Evening sunlight pouring in through the windows. Coloring your bodies in it's innocent glow, as you stared out at the blue sky. Lost in thoughts of what had just transpired only moments ago. A million things running through your head as you lay next to him. Him fast asleep and snoring, peacefully next to you. Your heart was being pulled in multiple directions. In the beginning, you didn't have to go through these lengths just to get him to stay.

You wouldn't have to call him, he would just show up out of the blue to surprise you. Just to see you, even if it was just for 2 minutes. He'd bring you flowers, he'd take you out on dates. Now, three months in, he was barely replying to your messages 3 days later unless explicit pictures and conversations were being exchanged. Your hours long phone calls had now dwindled down only 2 minutes max. The visits to one another had now only been for hook ups and nothing more. You knew from the very start what this was going to end up being. You had tried to keep your expectations low but you couldn't help but hope that it would eventually turn into something more stable, however; things had taken a turn in the wrong direction. Now it was like you were doing anything just to get a sliver of attention from him.

Every time this happened with him, you felt disgusted with yourself. You knew you deserved better and yet, you couldn't help but cling on to that little patch of hope you had buried deep that maybe someday, he'd change his mind and make things work.

You turned toward him, his back facing you. You started to well up. You promised yourself now, that this would be the last time you did this. You would never come back here, immediately blocked when you got home. You had promised yourself this multiple times before but something this time was telling you, you had to stick to it. You had gone back on that promise so many times in the past. But you meant it this time. You were choosing yourself this time.

Wiping your face of the tears that had now started to seep, you got out of bed and put on your clothes as quickly as possible. Stumbling as you did so, he didn't so much as stir. You took the overnight bag you'd brought and were out of there.

-

About a week had gone by and he had not bothered to call or text you since that day. Not one word was heard from him. The first few days, it had bothered you to the core. You were dying to speak to him, just to hear his voice. Something.

As more and more time started to pass, it didn't hurt to think about anymore. In fact, it was the opposite. You had nothing but resentment towards him. You regretted the way you had allowed yourself to be treated, regretted giving him the amount of chances. What he had been doing to you was not worth your mental health. And just as you were moving on, like they always do, he left you a voicemail. “Hey sweets, it's been a while since I've heard from you.” He chuckled as your face turned red upon hearing his honey thick voice again. “I’m sorry things didn't work out between us the first time. I was wondering… if you wanted to get a drink sometime and talk things through? See if we can give it another go?” Your blood started to boil, you had been waiting for this moment. You knew he would come back, they always did. You had been thinking about what you wanted to say to him for quite sometime now. Quickly, you called him back. “Hello?”

“Hey, it's me.” He knew who you were. He knew your voice best.

You could hear him smiling as he spoke, “Hey, I didn't think you would call me back.”

“Called back to let you know I'm blocking you on everything and you need to lose my number. I'm done dealing with you and the fact that you think you can come back and just try to quickly sweep all that you did under the rug is crazy work.”

“I'm not trying-” Before he could finish his sentence, you hung up and did as you so promised yourself. You weren't going to be stuck under his thumb again. It was time you chose yourself.

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१⟆ more than i like

pair: Jooyeon x reader wc: 884 requested?: no. . .💚 genre: angst, slice of life, one-shot warning(s): threatening to break up, roller coaster of a relationship, toxic behavior, cheating synopsis: When things were good, they were great. When things were bad, the whole world felt like it was against you.

It wasn't like this was something new. Your eyes were stinging and burning, sniffling as the two of you sat there staring into space. Millions of things running through your mind. Where had things gone so wrong? What had made this so toxic? Things hadn't always been this way. 

In the beginning, he would bring you flowers, he would call you every night; you would make him sweet treats, buy him cute little things that made you think of him. 

A few days ago, the two of you had been cuddling on the bed watching some movie after having a romantic date to celebrate your 3rd year anniversary but now…  

Last night, he wasn’t answering your calls, his location had been turned off, he hadn’t come home until six in the morning. You had called his friends worried and panicking about what might have happened to him. None of them could give you a straight answer. They never could give you a straight answer, it was always ‘he’s in the bathroom I’ll have him call you later, he’s with Jun right now, try calling him, haven’t heard from him in about a week – can’t help you.’ Always excuses. 

When he had finally come home, you immediately confronted him about it. You hadn’t gotten any sleep, so he definitely was not going to sleep. To hell with letting him rest, “Where the hell have you been? Why haven’t you been answering me?” You tried to keep an even tone. You couldn’t blow up on him otherwise he would just shut down like the many times he had done before.

“I was with Gunil, ended up going out to a few bars, went back to his place and fell asleep.” He tried to walk past you and into your bedroom to go lay down. You followed him, he wasn’t going to get away with it. There was no way you bought any of that. Previously, when he had pulled this stunt (because of course this wasn’t the first time), you had let it go. You figured it was just a rough week and he needed a night out. But then, it had been continually happening. It was becoming a habit. It was breaking your heart that he was just doing this repeatedly. 

He was attempting to get comfortable but you stopped him, “Who is she?” You accused.  He looked at you like you had lost your mind. “Jooyeon, you’re covered in body glitter and smell like sweet perfume.” 

He sat on the side of the bed, “It’s not like that. Some girl wanted to dance at the bar, so I danced with her. It’s not a big deal.” 

Rage was burning inside you, you knew 100% that it wasn’t just a dance. He had cheated on you a few times before, you knew the signs of when he was doing it again. You should have left the first time he cheated but you couldn’t help but forgive him and take him back. Which was silly of you to do because he’s only been doing it repeatedly since then. “Don’t think you can play innocent with me! You’ve cheated on me before, what's to stop you from doing it again?” 

He sighed heavily, “It’s the whole truth! Call him if you don’t believe me!” 

“Funny, because I did call him. He told me you were out with Hyeongjun. So, what’s the real truth?” 

That’s what had started the whole argument which had led to a screaming match, which of course gave your neighbors a good show. Hours had gone by since then and now, you both were sitting here. You with puffy eyes and snot pouring out of your nose. Him with a blank stare, not one hint of emotion being able to be seen on his face. It was like he was emotionally checked out and had been for quite some time now. 

Your head and heart were torn, you knew you needed to end it but in your heart of hearts you knew he was a genuinely good guy and was more than capable of giving you the love you deserved. But you also knew that if he really wanted to make things work, he’d put in the effort to do it. “Get all your crap and get out of my home.” You muttered after a few minutes of silence. 

You had never kicked him out before. This would be the first. He looked at you, eyes blown wide. He knew you were upset with him but never in a million years did he think you would kick him out or seriously dump him. “Please, we can work it out, baby!” He begged.

Never had you been more serious about anything. This was it, you’d finally reached your point of enough being enough. You were going to cut this cord no matter how much it hurt you to do it. “Now or I’m calling the police on you for trespassing.” It was ripping you to shreds to do this but it was hurting you more to stay. You were choosing yourself over someone who clearly did not care about you. 

“Please…!” He pleaded. 

“I can’t do it anymore. Get your shit and go. Stay with Gunil, stay with that girl. I don’t care, get out.”

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Can you do a reading on the possibility of enhypen visiting latin america this year with his tour? Sorry for my bad english, it's not my first language.

Sorry, I don't read tarot:(

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I AM NOT OK.

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Xdinary Heroes

"Beautiful Life" M/V Behind

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Xdinary Heroes - <Beautiful Mind>

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FLIRT ALERT! series⌇NI-KI | Prev

pairing ᝰ ni-ki x fem!reader | word count: 2k+

⌇ … warnings & genre ↺ friends to lovers, lots of beating around the bush, no other warnings I think.

synopsis — Riki creates a playlist for you, each song reflecting your shared moments. As you listen, you uncover his hidden feelings and the confession tucked within the final track, leading to a sweet, music-filled moment where your love story plays out in perfect harmony.

lee's ₊˚⊹ ᰔ comment ┊the ot7 series is done :( BUT NOW I CAN WORK ON LONGER AND DETAILED PROJECTS HURRAYYYY, hopefully yall like those when they come out!

The playlist shows up on your phone one evening without warning.

You’re sprawled across your bed, textbooks pushed to the side, a half-empty coffee cup perched precariously on your nightstand. The dorm is quiet except for the distant murmur of voices in the hallway. You’re mid-scroll through your music library when you notice it—For Y/N.

Your thumb hovers over the screen.

Weird. You don’t remember making this.

Curious, you tap on it, and the first song begins to play.

A soft melody hums through your earbuds, and immediately, something tugs at your memory. You know this song. It’s the one that you played in your dorm last winter, the night you and Riki sat by the window watching the first snowfall of the year.

You close your eyes, and the memory comes back in vivid detail.

“You think it’ll stick?” you had asked, blowing on your hot chocolate. The glass pane beside you was fogged up from the warmth inside, but beyond it, the snowflakes swirled under the streetlights.

“Doubt it,” Riki had said, drawing random doodles on the glass window like a kid. He had been watching the snow too, his expression calm. Then, he smirked. “But hey, if it does, I’ll let you abuse me with snowballs as a reward.”

You had laughed, rolling your eyes. “Like I need your permission for that.”

Now, lying in bed, you wondered about the playlist and its meaning.

Wait how did it even get on your phone?

The next day drags by in a haze of half-heard lectures and restless thoughts.

You barely remember getting dressed, barely remember grabbing your bag, and now you’re here—seated across from Riki at your usual table in the campus café, fingers curled around a cup of coffee that’s gone lukewarm.

And he says nothing.

Not a single word about the playlist.

You watch him, searching for any sign that he’s waiting for you to bring it up. But Riki is as casual as ever, scrolling through his phone between bites of his croissant, occasionally glancing up to make some offhand comment about a ridiculous campus rumor or the professor who showed up to class with the worst fashion sense ever.

Meanwhile, your thoughts are a tangled mess.

The playlist. The songs. What do they mean?

Your heart slams against your ribs just thinking about it.

Does he know you listened? Does he want you to say something?

You grip your coffee cup a little tighter, clearing your throat. “So… did you do anything interesting last night?”

It’s a test. A chance for him to bring it up naturally.

Riki hums, still staring at his phone. “Not really. Just played some games with Jake, went to bed late. You?”

You blink. Your fingers tighten around the cup.

Seriously?

He’s going to act like nothing happened?

Your eyes narrow, and you wait—wait for the moment he cracks, for the smirk, for the teasing remark, for anything that shows he knows exactly what he did.

But nothing comes.

“Just slept,” you mutter, forcing yourself to take a sip of coffee, even though it tastes bitter now.

The silence stretches between you.

It’s unbearable.

Your mind races through possibilities. Maybe he sent it by accident. Maybe it wasn’t meant for you at all. Maybe—

Riki stretches lazily in his seat, his hoodie slipping off his shoulder. “Oh, by the way,” he says, and for a second, your breath catches. Finally.

But then—

“Wanna grab ramen after class?”

You stare at him, your stomach flipping.

That’s it? That’s all?

Your grip tightens on your cup as you force a nod. “Yeah. Sure.”

Riki grins, completely oblivious to the storm raging inside you.

And as he goes back to his phone, casually sipping his drink, you realize—

If he won’t bring it up, you might just have to.

but of course Riki doesn’t bring up the playlist over ramen either.

You sit across from him in the crowded little shop just off campus, the air thick with the scent of broth and spices. The steam from your bowl curls between you, but it does nothing to chase away the tension sitting heavy in your chest.

You’ve been waiting—waiting—for him to say something, to acknowledge what he sent you. But instead, he slurps his noodles like it’s just another night, like he didn’t put together an entire playlist filled with memories.

And it’s driving you insane.

“You’re quiet today,” Riki remarks, his chopsticks hovering over his bowl as he watches you. His tone is light, but there’s something in his gaze—curious, a little teasing. Like he knows something is up.

You set your spoon down a little too forcefully. “Am I?”

His lips twitch like he’s holding back a smirk. “Yeah. So weird too. You usually don’t shut up.”

Your jaw tightens. Unbelievable.

If anyone else had made that comment, you’d have thrown a napkin at their face. But right now, you can barely focus on coming up with a comeback.

Your stomach flips just remembering it.

The worst part? Riki looks normal. Like none of this is affecting him at all.

Fine. If he wants to play it cool, two can play that game.

You lean back in your seat, feigning nonchalance. “Maybe I just don’t have anything to say.”

Riki quirks a brow, tilting his head slightly. “That’s new.”

Your fingers tighten around your chopsticks. Say something. Bring it up. Ask him.

But just as you open your mouth, he reaches over, stealing a piece of your fish cake right off your plate.

You slap his hand, scowling. “Excuse me?”

He just grins, chewing obnoxiously. “What? You looked distracted. Figured you wouldn’t notice.”

You do throw a napkin at him this time.

And just like that, the moment passes. The conversation shifts to something else—an upcoming test, some campus drama, a new game he’s been obsessed with.

But underneath it all, the tension lingers.

Because you know the truth.

Riki put together that playlist for you.

And no matter how hard he tries to pretend it’s nothing, you know.

The only question is—when are you going to make him admit it?

That night, you give in.

You’re lying in bed again, phone resting on your chest, screen glowing softly in the dark. Your thumb hovers over For Y/N, heart hammering like it’s some kind of forbidden secret.

Riki still hasn’t said a word about it.

But you can’t let it go.

With a quiet breath, you press play.

The next song starts slow, familiar guitar chords filling your ears. The moment it plays, you recognize it—it’s from that weekend trip to the beach last summer.

Your lips part slightly as the memory washes over you.

The sun had just started to set, painting the sky in soft pinks and oranges. You and Riki had been sitting in the sand, sneakers discarded, the distant sound of waves blending into the music playing from his speaker.

“If I had to pick a favorite sunset, this would be it.” You had stretched your arms behind you, leaning back, letting the breeze tangle in your hair.

“You say that every time.” Riki had scoffed, but his voice was softer than usual.

“Because it always feels true in the moment.”

He hadn’t responded right away. You remember that part clearly. He had just looked at you for a second, something unreadable in his gaze. Then, instead of saying anything, he had reached over and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before quickly looking away, pretending like he hadn’t just done it.

You had pretended, too.

Now, lying in the dark, you exhale shakily.

You’re not imagining this. You can’t be.

These songs—they’re not just random picks. They’re moments, his moments, things that must have meant something to him.

And the more you listen, the clearer it becomes.

You need to talk to him.

The next day, it happens by surprise.

Because of you.

You’re sitting outside the café on campus, staring at your untouched drink, mind replaying the song over and over, when Riki slides into the seat across from you with a lazy grin.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he teases, stealing one of your fries without asking.

You don’t respond. Just stare at him, long enough that the grin fades slightly from his lips.

“What?” he asks, chewing.

“Why won’t you admit that you made it?.”

His chewing slows. “Made what?”

You inhale sharply. “The playlist.”

Silence.

Riki freezes for half a second—so quick you almost miss it—before he forces a shrug, looking off to the side. “Yeah, so what? I made it.”

You blink, caught off guard by the casual admittance. “So what? You weren’t ever going to bring it up?”

He scoffs. “Didn’t know I had to.” Then, before you can say anything else, he pushes his phone across the table toward you, screen lighting up with his music app. “Just—listen to the last song.”

Your stomach twists. “Riki—”

“Just listen.”

And the way he says it—quiet, firm, almost nervous—makes you reach for his phone without another word.

You hesitate for only a second before pressing play.

The song starts slow, just like the last one—soft piano notes trickling in, delicate and familiar. It takes only a few seconds before you recognize it.

Your breath catches.

This song—it’s from that night.

The night it rained.

You remember it so clearly now, like the memory has just been waiting to resurface.

You and Riki had been caught in the sudden downpour, running through the empty streets, your shoes slapping against the wet pavement. You had been laughing, breathless, soaked to the bone, and Riki had grabbed your wrist, pulling you under the awning of a closed bookstore.

“We suck at checking the weather.” You had panted, pushing your dripping hair out of your face.

“No, you suck at checking the weather,” Riki had corrected, shaking out his arms like a wet dog.

You had rolled your eyes, shivering slightly. Without a word, Riki had tugged off his soaked hat, shaking off the rain before draping it over your head.

“Riki—”

“Just wear it,” he had muttered, avoiding your eyes. “Protects you from the rain a bit.”

The moment had stretched between you, heavy despite the laughter that had just filled the air. You remember how his fingers had brushed against yours when he adjusted the hat, how close he had been, how the rain had clung to his lashes when he finally looked at you.

And now—this song.

It had been playing from the small speaker outside the bookstore, blending into the sound of raindrops and your pounding heart.

Back in the present, sitting across from Riki in the café, you slowly set his phone down.

He’s not looking at you, gaze fixed on the table, fingers tapping against his cup.

Your chest feels impossibly tight.

“This song,” you whisper. “I remember it.”

Riki lets out a quiet breath, barely a laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah? thought you wouldn’t with your short term memory.”

Your heart stutters. “Why—” You swallow. “Why put this one last?”

Finally, he looks at you. There’s something in his expression you can’t quite place—something cautious, something vulnerable.

“Because that’s when I knew.”

Your stomach flips. “Knew what?”

He exhales sharply, shaking his head like he’s frustrated with himself. Then, he meets your gaze, eyes steady.

“That I liked you.”

The words hang between you, weighty and real.

“Me too” you responded.

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