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guitarist namgyu x reader (this has been on my mind all week cuz in my head, he knows how to play an electric guitar)

‧₊˚ ┊Namgyu guitar drabble

Namgyu has a hidden talent he’s keen on keeping private

contains: established relationship , g/n language , guitarist!namgyu , 307 w/c

> a/n: anon u r sooo right i fear. also im sorry this is so short, ive been wracking my brain for what else to add n now my entire fyp is about playing guitar LOLLL but anyways i wrote this with “I was made for lovin’ you” by KISS in mind <3 hope u enjoyyyy

Namgyu loves to play the guitar, especially electric. It’s probably his only hobby besides mixology. But he’s really private about it, as if he’s embarrassed by the skill.

The thing is, he learned how to play it for some guy he liked in his late teens. He became decent at playing chords— better at melodies honestly— but for whatever reason he refuses to play guitar in front of people while sober.

You’ve mentioned it in passing, mostly when you two are out. Each time he’d just scrunch his nose in disgust and disregard it with a wave.

Now if he’s drunk or high, or a cross of both, he’s immediately looking for his prized instrument to perform. On multiple occasions, you’ve come out into the living room at early hours of the night to Namgyu just shredding it.

When he finally spots you, his eyes light up. Instantly, he’s trying to rip his headphones out to show you what he’s been practicing for the past few nights. And he will not accept ‘no’ as an answer. He needs to serenade you with an erotic guitar solo.

Namgyu’s fingers glide fluently across the fretboard of the guitar as he presses each string just right. You can see the concentration in perfecting the riff webbed into his features.

He’ll definitely be doing a lazy attempt at singing whatever song he’s playing, especially if its lyrics are particularly explicit. That signature wicked grin never fails to spread across his face seeing you get flustered by each filthy word.

Finishing up, his hand pushes fallen strands of hair out of his face as he looks to you expectantly. You jump up and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing the guitar between you both. You say that you love it, wish he’d play more, but he silences you with a kiss.

I wasss gonna write smut with this, but I wanted to post something bcuz I haven’t in a while (my family’s been over and I will not be caught dead writing that near them 😭 (but they’re also coming this weekend sooo mb if I disappear again))

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can I request a fanfic or headcanons of a nam-gyu whos usually not affectionate whatsoever coming home from a bad day at work and he’s all clingy and lovey dovey?

Like he comes home from work and slides into bed next to the reader, waking them up and hes like nuzzling into them n stuff! :D reader is just like “oh? Whats this?”

‧₊˚ ┊𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐠𝐲𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐨…

Who knew all it took was some assholes at work to have Namgyu crawling into your arms!

contains: hc format , established relationship , fluff , g/n language , clingy!namgyu , 492 w/c

> a/n: tyssm for the request ml, i had a lot of fun writing this teehee; he’s so not good with nonsexual intimacy (projection) it pains me </3 n e waysss i hope u enjoy ❤️‍🩹

Namgyu who… is not the affectionate type by any means. To say it makes him cringe internally is probably an understatement. He just isn’t like that. Neither is he exceptionally clingy. Don’t get him wrong— he loves physical touch— but he won’t do anything crazy (which is like, snuggling you in his eyes) unless you initiate it first. The most you’re getting is him silently spooning you at night.

Namgyu who… has had such a shitty night at work. So bad, he’s sitting in the driver’s seat of his car, knuckles gripping the steering wheel so tight they’re bearing white, disassociating. Eventually he lights a cigarette and starts on his way back to your guys’ shared apartment as the sun starts to rise.

Namgyu who… opens the front door and is immediately greeted with the pleasant smell of home. The mellow sound of the television in your room growing louder as he travels further inside the space. He enters the bedroom with a small laugh seeing you snoozing wildly, mouth agape, and starts undressing to get ready for a much anticipated shower.

Namgyu who… would much rather have you in the bathroom with him, lacing your adroit fingers in his raven colored strands as you massage various hair products into his head; him relaxing into the side of the tub. Knowing you’d go on and on, he’d ask what each product was, and how it ‘supposedly’ improved the health of his hair, just to listen to your voice.

Namgyu who… takes extra care to make sure the bathroom door clicks closed quietly. It’s quite sweet, really, how eagerly he slips beneath the sheets to join you in bed. The dip of the mattress isn’t what stirs you at first, it’s the added weight around your waist.

Namgyu who… presses a few kisses into your stomach as his head settles just below your chest. “G’morning,” you whisper to him in a raspy voice that nearly startles him. His arms just tighten around you as he hums an incoherent “morning” to you in return, relaxing once more.

Namgyu who… buries his face into you when your fingers thread into his hair— you nearly melt into a puddle of endearment. But you know this isn’t Namgyu’s usual behavior, a doting boyfriend, so, of course, you prod. And, of course, you guess correctly that work upset the life out of him with a muffled “mhm” as confirmation.

Namgyu who… tightens his grasp around you at the suggestion of you stealing his only source of comfort by getting up and fixing him breakfast. “No,” he says turning his head from your body, “‘M not hungry.” He nearly purrs feeling you wrap your arms around him in return with a gentle kiss planted on his head.

Namgyu who… has already fallen asleep in your arms when you say he should be clingier more often. Your hand just pets his hair as a soft snore falls from his lips.

clingy namgyu save me

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hiiiiiii!!!! my friend told me about this idea and i LOVE it. Could you do a Kang Ha Neul x reader (dae hos actor) where reader and Ha neul always end up being in shows and movies together… and they both don’t know they have roles in squid game and reader is talking to Jo Yuri on the way to squid game set like “if HaNeul is there i’m going to go crazy” bc reader has a crush on him not knowing he loves her too. anyways they get to set and see eachother and they are freaking out of happiness and basically just them stupidly oblivious in love. THAK YOUUU!

thank you sm for the request hun, but unfortunately i don’t think i can write rpf 😭😭 idk i js can’t get into the mind of them like i can with a character and produce something i believe is accurate,,,

but it is a cute idea! n i loveeee haneul (my pinterest n tiktok faves can attest teehee) ❤️‍🩹

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HII!! I’m not sure if requests are open or if you even take them (totally fine if not btw!)

But please can I request a kind of comedy fic where he spills black oil on your favourite carpet (or he just ruins it in general) and you stop talking to him for a few hours but he makes it up to you. Maybe finishing off with a bit of fluff..

It can be with either Nam-Gyu or Dae-Ho.. OR BOTH! Idm.. hehe

SORRY FOR THE ODD REQUEST! I JUST DON’T SEE MANY THINGS COMEDY RELATED

Loved ur nam-gyu fanfic btw!! 🤍

‧₊˚ ┊𝐑𝐮𝐠 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧

Namgyu n Daeho ruin your new ‘prized’ possession, how do they make it up to you?

contains: separate fics , established relationship , fluff , g/n language , nothin’ crazy icl , bf!namgyu , bf!daeho , 1.4K w/c (total)

> a/n: tysm for this request ml ❤️‍🩹 i have no idea how to write a comedy fic lmao so I went for a more lighthearted/fluffy approach, I hope u like it nonetheless!!! also tytyty i was so nervy abt posting my other fic </3

Namgyu ⬎

“Fuck bro, this isn’t funny!” Namgyu’s currently on his knees, desperately trying to clean your new pink rug. The one you’ve been telling him about nonstop since you got it because of how perfectly it fit the heart theme of your bathroom.

Thanos stands next to him, admiring his freshly dyed hair in the mirror. “Not for you,” he snickers while ruffling his violet locs, “but it’s kinda for me. I’m not gonna get killed by my—” He doubles over the counter when Namgyu punches the back of his leg.

Purple is splattered all over the floor, including your new rug. The scrubbing only seems to be making it worse with the dye now spreading into a dark-muddled mess. Frustration sets into Namgyu’s movements until he throws the sponge and stands up, cursing like all hell.

“Maybe she won’t notice?” Namgyu blinks at Thanos, and his hand balls up into a fist to strike him again. “Or, what if we dye the whole thing?”

“Are you fucking stupid? A purple rug in a pink fucking bathroom?” Thanos shrugs and continues his appreciation of his appearance. Threading his fingers behind his head, Namgyu takes a deep breath. Think. Think. Think…

“I’ll just act like I have no idea what their talking about if they bring it up,” he says rubbing his face. “Yeah,” Thanos laughs sarcastically, “like that’s so much better than my idea.”

Namgyu starts collecting the various cleaning products used before shooting the other a dirty look. “Get the fuck out of my house.”

Thanos just gives him a denigrating grin in return, turning on his heel. “See ya later my boy. Don’t die!” He yells over his shoulder.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

It’s early evening now, and Namgyu’s sitting in your living room mindlessly scrolling through his feed. The click of the door unlocking perks his head up, and for a moment he actually forgets about the impending doom awaiting him a few feet away.

“I’m home,” you say bending over the couch to place a few kisses on Namgyu’s forehead. “Gonna go shower before I make dinner. Feel gross.”

He nods in response, going back to his phone. You screeching of his full government name sends a chill down his spine. Should he run now and go back to his apartment? No, no. That’d be wrong. But, so is ruining your new carpet…

Namgyu shakes away his thoughts stepping into your restroom, his gaze locked onto you the entire time. “Hm?” He hums so innocently that you know he’s done something wrong.

“My new fucking rug? Did you have Subong over?” You question, staring holes into the man. Finally he looks at the crime scene— damn, he did a poor job at cleaning it up. “I’ve never seen this rug a day in my life.”

That’s how he’s sitting on the floor at your bedroom door, pawing at it like a restless dog. “Sweetheart? I know you hear me,” he shouts from the other side. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d freak out this bad over a damn bathroom mat.”

His weak attempts at an apology is met with silence, and it’s deafening. Namgyu’s angry. He’s angry he’s made you upset, but he’d rather die than admit he’d done something shitty. “You can’t stay locked up in there forever. I know you’re hungry.”

When he’s still given nothing, he gets up and storms off grabbing his keys. “Fuck this, I’m leaving.” But he knew he’d be back with an apology meal. That’s usually how he got through to you when he was actually feeling contrite.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

About an hour later you hear Namgyu’s final knock. “Food,” he says, placing it by the door. Before he can move, you’re opening it. You stare at him, and he senses this may be his only chance to reconcile with you.

“I fucked up,” he says softly, averting eye contact— it might actually kill him. “I should’ve thought about moving your rug, and really shouldn’t have lied about it.”

The both of you stand there awkwardly for so long Namgyu becomes a little uneasy. “Fine, hate me forever. Eat something at least,” he mutters starting to leave again, but you throw your arms around him, head buried into his back.

“I accept your apology,” you mumble into him. “But you and Subong are banned from using my bathroom.”

Namgyu smiles, relief coursing through his veins. “That’s fair.”

Daeho ⬎

Tucking his hair behind his ear, Daeho plops down on your couch. He’d cleaned up your entire apartment as a special ‘just because,’ just because he loved you.

It really started with you asking him to move your old rug out because you had bought a new one. One thing led to another, and now the entire place is sparkling with a faint cleaner scent in the air.

Daeho lays down, his lids so heavy it’s a bother to fight them anymore. He was going to call you, but you’d be home any moment anyways, he’d just talk to you then.

When he wakes, its by you shaking him— a little urgently at that. “Daeho, did you clean my place?” you ask in exasperation. “Hm?” He replies in that low, silky note, “oh, mhm.”

A joyous smile spreads across your face as walk around the couch. You fall into his chest, laying on top of him. Instinctively, his arms surround you and he’s pulling you further against his body.

“Thank you,” you mutter, lifting your head to stare into those big doe eyes of his. He can’t help but plant kisses all along your face. “Where’s the carpet though? It was new, you didn’t have to clean that too.”

Daeho’s brows furrow as he pulls his lips away from you. “What do you mean new? You asked me to get rid of it.”

“My old one… I already had it moved…” the realization sets into his muscles and his eyes glaze over. “Dae?”

“I thought it looked too brand new…”

You roll off of him onto the floor. Your knees draw up towards your chest and your hands cradle your face. “Dae,” you despairingly mutter, “it took me forever to save up for that. I…” your voice starts to crack a little, “I hadn’t even payed it off fully yet.”

He looks at your pained figure, and it truly takes all of his strength not to crumble into a million tears of embarrassment. Not only that but you were upset; because of him for that matter.

“Love, I—” he’s cut off by you wiping your eyes in the crook of your elbow and storming off towards your room. He nearly trips and hurts himself stumbling up and off the sofa. “Wait!” He shouts after you, but it’s too late. The silent treatment was cemented.

Daeho doesn’t worry himself with banging on your door repeatedly waiting for you to come out. It’d probably make just make this a whole lot worse. No, instead he puts into action his best effort at an apology.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Hours later, the aroma of a comforting candle makes you sit up in bed. What is he up to? A card is slipped under your door as three shrill knocks are laid. You can hear footsteps retreating from which they came.

Skeptically, you rise to your feet to retrieve the mysterious letter. It was encased in a pink envelope sealed with a heart-shaped sticker. You’re a little annoyed at how endearing it was, but you rip it open it anyways.

Inside was a detailed apology so sweet it almost brings a tear to your eye. The final words were an invitation to have dinner with him. Your heart simply melts, how could you ever stay mad at Daeho like this?

You leave your room in a hurry, following that oh so sweet smell to the dining table. There, a classic, romantic, candlelit dinner was awaiting you.

Daeho’s face lights up instantly at your appearance. He picks up a carefully arranged bouquet and strides over to you. “My love,” he says softly, “please forgive—“

You cut him off by pressing your forehead against his chest and letting out the biggest sob. He doesn’t quite know how to react, just enveloping you in his arms; his natural warmth comforting in it of itself.

“You’re forgiven,” you manage to say between cries. Daeho’s face is wrinkled in concern. “Are you okay? Are-are you feeling well?”

“I’m fine,” you reassure, “I just… I dunno how I got so lucky with you.”

I wrote this in a night n a half can u tell 🧌 n e ways i wanna write for Daeho more </3

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‧₊˚ ┊𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

Namgyu ‘takes care’ of you during lights out… ᢉ𐭩

contains: nsfw , f!reader , fingering , dry humping , light degradation , hair pulling , pathetic!namgyu , 2k w/c

> a/n: my first official fic ahh hope you enjoyyy!!! he’s prob ooc, mb ; also cross posted on ao3!

Eyes down, you repeat to yourself, eyes down. Yet, you can’t help but survey the events in front of you unfolding after the rebellion. Well, failed rebellion. Everyone who truly believed it would succeed looked like a small child who’s just had the twinkle in their eyes pillaged. The ones who did survive the game that followed, hide and seek, lost their spirit completely.

For some reason, they weren’t the ones consuming all your attention right now though. Your gaze drifted from person to person until it locked onto him. “Sweetheart.”

Ugh. You could practically feel the pet name ghosting the back of your neck just looking at him. Namgyu, and that stupid pet name he insisted on calling you because “señorita just didn’t fit.” It some how flattered and demeaned you in the same breath— most definitely his intention.

Inky-black strands of hair stuck to his face with a mix of blood, sweat, and grime. His dark eyes are sunken in, lifeless. No doubt because of his scuffle with the guards about something he left behind in the game area; you weren’t really paying attention then. He’s now quietly curled up on his sheets, save for a few twitches of his body. You watch from afar.

Eventually the guards call for dinner, both startling and ripping your eyes from their muse. Everyone falls in line, but you can’t help but notice a missing Namgyu. You brush it off as you receive your meager dish and retreat to your bunk. It’s probably a blessing that he’s seemingly disappeared, even if it may be for a short while.

The seedy mattress of your bed creaks as you sit and dine. The meals are truly one of the biggest reasons you’ll be glad to escape this place alive. Just as you start to enjoy whatever slop they serve here, a shadow casts over you.

“Sweetheart,” Namgyu says leaning on a beam in front of you. His sullied attire is much more apparent with a closer view; blood splatters stained into the jacket that hangs off his arms loosely.

“Namgyu?” you return with lidded eyes, and you see the irritation flash in his before its blinked away. “You’re still alive,” he says, “and now you’re voting ‘O’ without needing a little convincing, huh?” His finger jabs into the blue patch on your tracksuit with such force it stings.

You don’t respond, no. An entirely too long moment of silence hangs between the two of you. Through a few shivers of his body, the impatience and irritation threatening to boil over Namgyu’s surface becomes abundantly clear. He wants something from you, but he’s too prideful to ask.

With a tepid sigh you finally bite. “What do you want?”

“It’s not what I want,” he says pushing off the metal to lean in closer to you. “I need you to vote ‘X’ next time— you are gonna vote ‘X’ next time.” The tone he uses is so condescending that he may actually believe you’d listen to anything he demanded just because.

“No.”

You can see the physical restraint Namgyu takes to not completely lampoon you in front of the whole damn room. “Sweetheart,” he says rubbing his face, “You have some fuckin’ compassion in that soulless body, don’t you?”

“No.” Like hell was he going to insult you in the process of asking for a favor. By now the nerve of him had you clutching your fork.

“You bitch— I…” Namgyu crosses his trembling arms over his deflated chest, “I’ve been off my… meds for way too long and- and it’s starting to have its effects.”

He moves to take your hands, and you let him, fork dropped to your sheets; he’s so pathetic right now, it’s the least you can do. His grasp is firm ignoring the increasingly intense rattle to it. Just how strong is his prescription?

“So, what’s in it for me if I do?” you prod. “Do I get your share of money once we leave?” Namgyu lets out an angry sneer. “No, no, c’mon, that’s unreasonable,” he complains, rubbing small circles across your knuckles.

That depraved smile spreads across his face, and in an instant he’s crawling into your bed despite your protests. “Hey, hey! shut the fuck up,” he whispers harshly. “You’re gonna draw attention, stupid bitch.”

Namgyu settles into your bed, kneeling between your legs. His nails dig into either side of your thighs with a rigid grip as he effortlessly makes you feel small, fragile, vulnerable. Your back hits the back wall trying to escape him.

“Hey, Listen,” he says tightening the pressure on your legs, “I-I’ll protect you during lights out— you remember what happened last time, hm, Sweetheart?” Namgyu releases you, and even sits cross-legged while shooting you a saccharine look. He watches the fear flicker over your face at the thought. He watches you actually consider letting him protect you during lights out.

You draw up your legs and eye him with such hatred he avoids eye contact. But, he did have a point; a great one. “Fine,” you mutter flatly, “but if you try some bullshit, I’ll slit your throat.”

He laughs and nods in agreement. “Yeah, sure, okay,” he says looking around your sheets, grabbing your food and fork, and handing it to you. “See you tonight, Sweetheart.”

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Lights out in less than 10 minutes, and Namgyu still has not returned to make good on his promise. Whatever. If you both do survive this night, you can watch him suffer being forced to stay in here, or die—

Suddenly someone’s warm palm, taking rest on your hip, rips you from your thoughts. Their head follows up afterwards, snuggling up into the crook of your neck. “I’m back,” they coo into your ear, their breath fanning over your skin.

“Namgyu?” you question. His arm snakes around your waist to press against the plush of your tummy, pushing you into him as you attempt to pull away. “Mhm, I’m here.”

Your hand moves to dismantle his grip from your abdomen, but he swats it away to continue his gentle kneading. “Don’t,” he nags quietly.

“What are you doing?”

Namgyu smiles, and you can feel his cheeks move to do so. “‘M protecting you.”

The lights dim before he finishes his sentence, and a silence falls over the entire room. “Seems like you’re falling asleep groping me.”

He groans an irritated sigh, propping himself up on an elbow. The opportunity to move presents itself, and you take it by rolling onto your back. The mattress gives a long winded creak under the combined weight.

"Y’know, those seeking life shall croak. Those seeking death shall live.” Your brows furrow with confusion, lips pouting, and he rolls his eyes.

“You worry too much, Sweetheart,” he says finally, looking down at your face etched with discomfort. His pointer and middle fingers dance up your arm to your nose ‘booping’ it. “‘N I know how to fix that, if you’ll let me.”

That wicked smile breaks over Namgyu’s face once more as his hand drags lower, and lower, until it’s caught by yours midway down. Was this always his plan? “You’re implying… here? Now?”

He nods. “It’s much easier to protect you when you’re sound asleep.”

Your immediate answer is no. Not ever. Not in a million years; however… he might have a point? And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t ever so slightly turned on by him. “But what if—“

Namgyu’s finger presses against your lips, shushing you. “You’re gonna worry away that dumb little head of yours,” he murmurs, “Just trust me.”

“Fine,” you whisper, turning onto your side again. He follows after, settling ever so closer behind you; if anything he might enjoy this far more than you.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

His, surprisingly delicate, hands move up towards your chest. They take their time unzipping your jacket and slithering under your shirt to cup your breasts. You let out a strained breath at the growing ache forming in the pit of your being.

“Namgyu,” you whisper as quietly as possible. “Fuck, you’re so impatient.” Kisses are peppered along the side of your neck with soft nips and hums sending vibrations to your core. Your hips push backwards in desperation, and he grabs them immediately.

“No, mm-mm,” his sultry voice coos, “Can’t protect you if I’m all fucked out.” But even you can see how flimsy his restraint was. Namgyu’s teeth sink down on the sweet spot connecting your neck and shoulder. You swear you see stars feeling him soothe the forming hickey by lapping at it.

Were you always this sensitive to touch? Or was it just him— the effect Namgyu had on you. There isn’t much time to ponder this question as he’s asking you to lift your hips. Once you comply, he’s tugging at your joggers, tossing them to the end of the bed, and pulling you onto your back, still cradled by one of his arms.

Namgyu lifts one of your legs to lay across his lap. His nails run relays on the inner part of your thigh causing a shiver to break across your skin. All the while he’s whispering filth in your ear just low enough for you, and only you, to hear.

“You’ve been dreaming about this since we’ve got here, hm?” he teases, playing with the waistband of your underwear. He runs his fingers over your clothed sex and they come back drenched— he really could’ve came then and there. “Me crawling into your bed ‘n using you how I please.”

Lifting his fingers to your mouth, he shoves them past your lips, smearing your slick all over your tongue. “Your mess taste good?”

His digits leave your mouth with an audible ‘pop’ gaining a snicker from Namgyu. He buries his face back into your neck to dot sloppy kisses on your bruises. Finally, his hand disappears in your underwear, and two fingers are pushed against your clit.

The pressure alone threatens to push you over the edge. The small circles he’s running over the sensitive bud earns a whimper from you. A curse is mumbled in your ear and the speed of his movement doubles. Your fingers thread themselves in Namgyu’s locs just as you feel the edge of pleasure begin to tear through you.

Then it stops.

Namgyu removes his fingers, and you swear you see him lick them, savoring the taste, before finding your entrance and plunging into you with haste. Your back arches off the mattress as he sets a sickening pace for your soaked hole.

“Take it,” he says between his own ragged breaths, “you were made for this, whore.” Namgyu can’t hold back for much longer before he’s bucking into your leg searching for his own release. Your grip in his hair tightens at the base. His breath labors in between low grunts of desire.

He curls his digits just right, brushing against that tender spot in your cunt again and again. Your legs close around his hand as your walls clench hard. Something inside you spills and you gush over his fingers. A warmth blooms within your soul as he continues his thrusts, an obscene ‘squelch’ emitting from your ruined hole as ecstasy fogs everything.

Namgyu works you well into overstimulation. He doesn’t stop until you’re squirming and prying his hand off of you. Even then, he switches it to dig into your leg as he grinds against it. “Fu-fuck,” he whimpers into your shoulder, “needed this s’bad.”

Again, his teeth sink into your skin; this time so hard it draws blood. The metallic flavor floods his mouth, tipping him over the edge. His hips stutter as he spills into his boxers with a muffled moan, and a few more languid thrusts, before giving up completely.

He sits there for a moment, panting. After a while he fishes for your pants and helps you slip back into them. Namgyu drapes his arm across you possessively as he lets his lids fall closed.

“‘M just letting my eyes rest for a sec Sweetheart,” he slurs.

ty 4 readinggg ^_^ / ; I feel like I yip yapped abt a whole lotta nothin but it’s okay ig 💔💔