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oh wow i disappeared for 10 months

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⋆ ★ riki bf thoughts

✿ pairing! nishimura riki x reader ✿ genre! drabble ✿ wc! 274 ✿ warnings! none

❀ A/N ! this is all MY opinion! also his mbti may not be accurate as there were like 3 diff answers on google so idk. also i am so sorry for my sudden disappearance i ran out of ideas on what to write (and the motivation to do so) LMFAO i’ll be back tho maybe no promises

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• contrary to popular belief i don’t think he’d be the biggest prankster especially if he hadn’t known you for the longest, maybe if y’all were close beforehand

• i’d say he’d be a 50-50 in between cocky and shy

• i’d say he’d be a 50-50 in between cocky and shy

• hear me out, he would be cocky and confident but i feel like making any big move on you would end up in him being EXTREMELY shy

• he doesn’t strike me as the most confident lover but a big (and not necessarily good) flirt

• i think he’d be the type to throw in the funniest pick up lines, that type that’s like they’re so bad that they’re good

• BACK. HUGS. hear me out on this one

• you wouldn’t be able to look at him in the eyes which would be his biggest weakness (simp) plus with the height difference he’d be able to lay his chin on your head/shoulder so its a win win situation

• he doesn’t have rizz. i’m sorry but he just doesn’t. at least he’s cute

• he’s adorable and i feel like he’d really try his hardest to make you happy which is all that matters

• he’d have high expectations for himself in a relationship as, based on his mbti he really values his loved ones a lot

• just because he’d be shy, doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t love physical affection and he seems like the type to really value you making the first move too

• just generally very loveable but he’d require a lot of attention imo

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THIS IS SO GOOD HOLY SMOKES

i. minho x reader

ii. just a little drabble that’s been sitting in my drafts

🦋 taglist: @meowmeowisdaname @h0neydewmoon @snow-pegasus @starlostseungmin @spicyfrogbrain @venustired @chriscentric @l3visbby @abiaswreck @septicrebel

“The two of you I swear,” Hyunjin grimaces as he finds you and Minho cuddled up on the couch.

“Can we help you,” you ask as you snuggle further into Minho’s chest.

Hyunjin scrunches his nose as he looks between the two of you.

“Yeah stop canoodling on my couch.”

“Who even used the term canoodling anymore,” Jisung asks as he emerges from the kitchen with a fist full of cereal in one hand and a box of milk in the other.

“I do! And do I even want to know,” Hyunjin asks as he gestures towards the cereal.

Jisung shrugs, “Bowls were dirty.”

“Do you all mind? We are trying to watch a movie and I’m really invested,” Minho grumbles as the other two turn to face you both.

“If the movie is Y/n’s lips then I’m sure you’re very invested,” Hyunjin rolls his eyes causing you to flush.

“I still don’t know how the two of developed feelings for one another,” Jisung states as he plops down on the other end of the couch.

“Same. I’m still convinced Minho was a demon sent here to kill Y/n but ended up becoming fond of her.”

“How did you know,” Minho’s tone is serious which causes all of you laugh.

He finds himself laughing along as well and he tightens his arms around you, snuggling closer to you.

When Hyunjin and Jisung excuse themselves from the living room, the two of you resume your movie, of course pausing to share a soft kiss here and there. Minho thinks Jisung’s words just happen to be a coincidence. There was no way he could have known that was the truth.

Right?

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⋆ ★ “stained by the last piece of you.”

✿ pairing! hwang hyunjin x reader ✿ genre! angst/drabble ✿ wc! 111 ✿ warnings! just very sad (apparently), lowercase intended

❀ A/N! i wrote this in 5 minutes lmao. thought it might be cool to post it here.

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they were right, beauty is pain. why did your relationship have to be so beautiful?

tears fell, with your mascara you drowned yourself with, as it poured itself into your features.

and when you wondered why, the reason was simple. it was all too beautiful and you didn’t deserve it.

and it was proven to you, as you left him, because the mascara never stopped dripping. the last piece you’d have of him, was leaving too.

that damn mascara, the one he gave you. you promised you wouldn’t do it, wouldn’t let go because of yourself. but you did.

and as “goodbye, hyunjin” left your trembling lips, a last black tear fell.

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enhypen; seeing you again after a long time apart

ot7 x reader | comfort/fluff | seeing you again after a long time apart | tumblr sucks and deleted 75% of jays and i didn’t save it :( sorry

heeseung would immediately grab your face and kiss your forehead the second he came into contact with you. “you’re alive!” he would pull away and begin inspecting you, still grabbing your face but moving it around, “and unharmed!” 

you giggled as he grabbed your arms and squeezed his hands down them. a part of him kept wanting to touch you all over, wanting to be sure you were real and not going away any time soon. “i made it out alive! nothing was out to get me, you know. everything went well.” you pulled him in by the back of his neck and gave him a firm, tight embrace. “come here.”

“i know,” heeseung squeezed you and ran his hands all over your back. “i’m just always worried about you.” he didn’t realize just how worried he had been about you until he held you and felt his entire body relax. “let’s take a nap.”

when you agreed, heeseung sighed of relief— he could finally sleep contentedly for the first thme in weeks with you in his arms. he knew you were completely safe with him, and that made him feel safe, too.

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⋆ ★ “cat shaped clouds”

✿ pairing! lee minho x gn!reader ✿ genre! fluff ✿ wc! 0.7k ✿ warnings! none

❀ A/N ! another req! sorry for the inactivity i kinda lost motivation and things have been happening lately. hope you guys enjoy! love u. (i rushed this im at school as im writing this bare w me) (this sucks so bad oh my god)

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College wasn’t the most fun thing for you, not that it was bad or anything, but it was boring. It can’t be so fun to learn so much information at once and to sit down for so many hours on end without talking to anyone, can it?

It’s not like you can leave either because you have absolutely nothing to do anyway, so might as well sit down in your class and pretend you understand what’s going on there. Your friends were also busy with college themselves and especially your lover, Minho, had his schedule packed. So, you really had nothing else to do.

As you sat in your seat, tapping your fingers on your desk, you noticed that your phone started buzzing with notifications. And so you checked, thinking that you’d have some random notifications popping up, you notice that your boyfriend’s name sat on your notification screen. You missed him, which is why you didn’t waste a single second on checking his messages. Quite literally, he was spamming you.

Minho 🤍

hey

hey

hey

hey

wyd

hey

okay bye

You giggle as your eyes lay upon the “okay bye” message, he was clingy and he hated admitting that. So cute, you thought.

heyyyy

sorry i was in class :(

don’t ignore me now

k.

You quietly chuckle at you both and the childish behavior you two have. It’s what makes it fun! Overall both of you are still young.

you finally answered

are u still busy?

i mean i am in class so..

but what’s up? i can make

some time for you

great come outside

im waiting for you.

WHAT???

HELLO?????

Your mouth formed an “o” knowing that he was busy yet he was outside? You were in the middle of a course though. Still, you wait 5 more minutes until the course is over, take your bag and sprint outside excitedly yet kinda confused. The shock hit harder when you saw your boyfriend waiting for you outside. For some reason, you really thought he was joking.

He takes your hand in his. “Hey, sorry for stealing you, but i have something prepared for both of us, if you don’t mind, of course”

Without even letting you speak, he starts dragging you somewhere. “Not so patient are we?” you say. He laughs.

Stuck in your thoughts and feelings, confused and yet very excited, you didn’t even realize that you reached a park, more specifically one that was mostly grass, and that your boyfriend already laid down a blanket for the both of you.

He pulls you to sit down and you do. Surprisingly, your lover also pulls you in his arms. He’s not the romantic type usually, but its been a while, he missed you and you did too. He used his actions to show you how much he really did miss you.

However, you were kinda hungry and he knew that, which is why he prepared some food for the both of you. It’s adorable how considerate he is of you. Thats why he started laying down the foods from the picnic basket he carried all the way there.

As you both were eating the foods he prepared, you were talking with eachother, until it all fell into comfortable silence. After you finished eating, you laid down together, staring at the clouds. He was so excited when he spotted a cat shaped cloud! To you, it was so adorable. And so he started rambling about his day and mostly about what his cats did for the time being you two weren’t together.

He was honestly most comfortable with you and you loved that. You loved him. And as he was speaking, you were just staring at his features, those you loved so much. This day alone showed you how much he cared. And you appreciated that, a lot.

When you had to part ways, you really didn’t want to. But he promised you that tomorrow would be another day for you two together, if you didn’t mind the steal, of course.

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soft, gentle, brilliant — nishimura riki. best friends to lovers. fluff.

synopsis. after years of giving pieces of yourselves to one another, riki thinks it’s finally time to say something (1.2k words)

You’ve never really found the right words to describe Nishimura Riki. 

Maybe you’d start with the fact that he always has a smile on his face around you, wide and mischievous as if hatching his next greatest plan. Black hair and rough hands with training and work, with his worn out yet comfy clothes. He is excitement in human form, ethereal, a rush of energy everyone craves for. And sometimes soft, gentle, brilliant. 

Perhaps, that was a good enough explanation.

Riki was surely everything you had mentioned, but it just so happens that he was also so much more. It was hard to pinpoint everything about him - he was always reserved with those who weren’t part of his inner circle. However, you are sure that Nishimura Riki is your overly excited best friend who is currently draining all the color in your hand as he’s pulling you out of the car into the surprise date he was taking you in.

He had figured that since you’d been having a bad week, it was only appropriate to end it the way it should’ve started; exciting and full of potential. 

He’s very thoughtful. Not a lot of people know this about him. 

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6:50 pm; would you still

LFX

Masterlist

wc: 1.4k

warnings: none this is pure teeth rotting fluff

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Rain was your favorite, but Felix hated it. He loved the sunshine and the warmth and being able to bask in the light. Whereas you liked falling asleep to the rain hitting the window, the smell left on the grass by the storm so that you could wake up in the morning and feel like you were in your own movie.

It was a sunny day, Felix forcing you to go on an afternoon walk with him to the coffee shop a bit ways into the city. You couldn’t say no, he was just too convincing with his promise of buying you whatever pastry you wanted and infinite cuddles when you got back. Of course, you took him up on the offer for quality time when you were finally able to come home.

Snuggling on the sofa was one of his favorite things to do. With you on your back and him nuzzled into your chest, Felix loved to be able to make sure you couldn’t escape him. Somehow, you always ended up like this, being lovingly crushed under his body weight as you threaded your fingers through his hair. He was almost purring at the safety he felt, arms wrapping around you tighter despite them starting to go numb. Felix didn’t care as long as you didn’t go anywhere.

The movie of choice tonight was The Age of Adaline, picked by you after he pretended to not want to watch another romance. He never took much convincing, seeing how he got just as– if not more– into the story as you did.

Felix stayed put on top of you throughout the whole thing, only getting up to use the bathroom and feed you snacks. You were sniffling by the end of it, causing your boyfriend to shoot up in a confused manner.

“You’re crying? Baby, they had a happy ending,” he cooed, forcing you to sit up and handing you a tissue. Tears weren’t streaming down your face, but your eyes did get watery.

As you sniffed again, Felix spread your legs and sat between them, hooking your lower legs over his thighs so he could cradle you. Discarding the tissue, you reached for the opened banana milk on the coffee table to sip on and rehydrate.

“It was so sad,” you admitted, wiping the single stray tear that almost rolled down your cheek. Felix couldn’t help but laugh, bringing his hands up to cup your face and place a kiss to your forehead. He couldn’t stop giggling as you continued, “I don’t think I could handle going through what he did.”

“Who? The main guy?”

“No, the dad!” Your exclamation sent him tumbling back into the couch cushions, laughing while his legs kept you locked in his lap.

Letting out a slightly exasperated and overly dramatic sigh, Felix rubbed his face into his palms and sat back up abruptly. “He also had a happy ending.”

“But she disappeared for sixty years! Even after she broke his heart, he still loved her. Then she went and got with his son! That’s so– I’d be embarrassed and so heart broken.” He was almost speechless, admiring the way your eyes lit up as you spoke despite the monetary sadness. “It’d be like if in twenty years, you started dating my daughter.”

“Y’know dating your own kid is still incest, right? Super illegal, by the way.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his lack of seriousness, hitting Felix gently in the chest. He pretended to be hurt, clutching at himself and falling back onto the couch again. Only this time, you followed, sitting on his thighs and leaning over him to give him a peck to the lips.

Chasing after you, his hands slid up the sides of your thighs, not going any higher than that. If you were smart, you’d have dragged him to the bedroom by now. But you’re not, still upset over the fictional movie. “I’m serious,” your voice lowered to a whisper.

“So am I,” the response was almost immediate.

“Would you still love me? Even if I disappeared for sixty years?” The hands you used to steady yourself over him dropped to lean on your elbows, staying face to face as his breath fanned your lips. How they could stay so pretty, pink, and plump, you’d never know. All you could do was admire them, admire him any and every chance you got. 

Times like these were rare, fleeting due to external conflicts that neither of you could control, be it work, school, or roommates returning at the least optimal of times. But by now, the latter was the least of your worries. You practically lived at his place despite having a dorm on campus, making fast friends with his group members so that the awkward tension ceased rather quickly. Work had to have been the worst, Felix’s practices running late into the night and having to travel a lot. It wasn’t that you minded, the time away only allowed you to love on him even more when you got to. That was what he appreciated the most, your understanding and affection even when his life did everything to prevent it.

Felix let out another sigh, but one of contentment this time. Reaching up, he brushed a loose strand of hair from your face and tucked it away, keeping his hand there to bring you in closer. Just barely, he let his lips graze yours almost as if he were teasing you with his kisses. It was hardly satisfying, to say the least. You could kiss him for hours if he’d let you– typically, he did. But for now, he kept you at a distance, wanting to savor the moment where you were both at peace.

To say that time stopped, you’d be lying. If anything, time flew by too fast. What felt like seconds was, in reality, minutes of you just staring into one another’s eyes while you fought the urge to press your lips fully into him. It tingled wherever he touched, even after all the time you’ve already spent together. It never felt like enough, how could it?

His steady breath kept the skin of your cheeks warm, blushing uncontrollably under his intense stare. That was another thing– he always knew how to make you nervous. Lips parting just slightly, he looked as if he were about to speak but stopped himself. You didn’t push him, letting Felix take his time to answer you.

The handle on your thigh slid up, slipping under the fabric of your house shorts to caress the skin beneath it. Acts like these never felt sexual, not that he ever intended for them to be. It was out of the pure need to keep his hands on you, feel you always because if he didn’t, you’d disappear from under his fingertips.

Blinking slowly, you pushed his hair from his forehead and gently traced his freckles with the pads of your fingers. Felix parted his lips again, “I would still love you.”

He finally closed the little space that lingered between your lips, letting them slot against one another in a soft, sensual kiss. There was no urgency behind it, not in the way you do when you want to ravage someone, no. The tingles spread throughout your body, enjoying the feeling of the plushness that came with kissing him. You didn’t want to let go, you couldn’t as you fell into a trance. Reluctant, Felix pulled away from the kiss first.

You whined, “would you still love me even if I broke your heart?” The question was light hearted now, not holding any weight behind it as he smiled fondly.

“I would still love you.” Dragging you down by your neck, he peppered playful and sweet kisses across your cheeks, lips, nose, forehead, anywhere and everywhere to make you laugh out in love.

Giggles filled the empty space of his shared living room, not caring if his friends walked in right now and saw the compromising position, being his utmost unapologetic self. The kisses turned into tickles, making your arms collapse from under you and falling onto him. It was a ploy, though, to get you to lay on him just so he could wrap his arms around you and keep you trapped against his body. He pressed firm, loving kisses into your neck as you rest your head in the crook of his, breathing in his scent of pure vanilla.

As you melted into him, Felix’s heart started beating faster again. “Wait, you’re not planning to break my heart. Are you?” He knew it wasn’t true, but couldn’t stop himself from asking just because he wanted to hear what you’d say.

Biting into his throat and slinking your arms under his shirt to feel the skin of his torso, you murmured into him, “I would never.”

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A/N: self indulgent little blurb cus I did actually cry watching The Age of Adaline. I'm not too great at straight up fluff but I have no regrets, enjoy this piece while I get back to being a self proclaimed smut writer heh.

-momo < 3

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☆ HOME, choi beomgyu.

❛ pairings: choi beomgyu x gn!reader.

❛ content: angst to fluff. reverse comfort. wc: 580. no pronouns are used for reader.

❛ warnings: mentions of overworking and having a fever, crying, beomgyu is insecure and homesick. idol!gyu. pet names (baby). established relationship. lowercase intended.

❛ notes: requested by @dollskillwithlove. i hope you like it!! have a great day :)

beomgyu's tired. you can tell he is. he's sprawled out on the floor of the practice room, droplets of sweat glistening on his skin, his breath coming in short huffs.

one night of overworking himself isn't that concerning, considering it's beomgyu— he's always been a hard worker despite his outwardly carefree attitude, anyone who knows him knows how dedicated he is— but something's been off about him all week.

he hasn't talked to you or his members that much, he spends way too much time practicing, and his sleep schedule is practically nonexistent. his smile drops every time he thinks no one is looking. just yesterday you saw him curled up in his bed gazing longingly at a photo of his family.

he's sad. and as his partner it's your duty to cheer him up. knowing beomgyu would do the same for you only makes you more determined to see him smile again.

you step inside the room and lie down next to beomgyu. he tilts his head towards you, puzzled, and the dark circles under his eyes make your heart ache.

"hey, gyu," you say softly. "how're you feeling?"

"fine," beomgyu sighs, looking away.

you frown. "baby, you need rest. can you please come to bed?"

he shakes his head. "i'm fine, really."

you raise a hand to his forehead, startled when you feel it's slightly too warm. "i think you have a fever. please just take it easy."

you stand up and pull him up by his hands, leading him out of the practice room and back to his room.

he goes in for a shower, while you go and get him some food and water.

when he comes out, he sits on the bed and slowly starts eating what you got him, as you take a towel and gently start drying his hair.

its only when you've finished that you realise beomgyu's eyes are brimming with tears.

you hug him, arms holding him tightly as he sobs quietly.

"what's wrong, gyu?" you ask him softly.

he sniffles, turning his head towards you. "my head hurts. and i'm tired, and i want to sleep, but i need to practice. moa are expecting me to be perfect, but i'm going to end up disappointing them, i know i am. i'm not good enough. i'm not even good enough for you. i just- i just want to go home."

"sweetheart, no one expects you to be perfect," you tell him. "you're already amazing, moa will always love you no matter what you do and how you perform. you're not disappointing anyone. especially me. i love you, you're everything i need. and just being with you is enough for me."

beomgyu looks at you, eyes still shimmering with tears. "really?"

you press a kiss to his forehead. "of course."

he breathes out shakily, nodding, and you hold his hands in yours.

"and gyu- i know i'm not a substitute for your family, but- whenever you're away from home- let me be your home. i'll keep you safe and be there for you, i promise. i love you."

beomgyu's eyes widen, cheeks slowly reddening as he blushes and murmurs, "i love you too."

you smile, pressing a kiss to his forehead and putting a blanket over him. "good. now go to sleep and get some rest, okay? goodnight."

"goodnight.. i'll dream of you," he says. and as you laugh and turn the lights off, beomgyu smiles a genuine smile in the dark.

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I’m here

♡ pairing: bang chan x reader ♡ genre: angst, hurt/comfort ♡ word count: 1.5k  ♡ short summary: you are hurt and run away to cry alone, but Chan finds you and is your comfort place  ♡ a/n: lately I have been going through very hard times. I’m not very good mentally and Chan helps me a lot. I wrote this wanting to translate this into writing, but along the way I realized that all the words in the world are not enough for me to express what this man offers me. 

You desperately run through the bustling city. The sun has set a long time ago, it’s already dark. It has been raining non-stop for several hours, but that doesn’t stop people from walking briskly on the street. They walk hidden under their large umbrellas, probably hurrying to get home from their tiring job. They walk past you without noticing you. This is exactly what you want. You want to run away, to become invisible, to become one with the darkness that settled over the sky. However, the headlights and the noise of the engines of the increasingly numerous cars because of the rain, create a strange feeling of claustrophobia. A painful lump forms in your throat, while you force your legs to keep running even though they are shaking and hurting.   You keep running until you leave the hustle and bustle of the city behind and enter the familiar residential area. You didn’t realize where you were going at first, but your body seems to know by itself. You only stop when you reach the small children’s playground. Hidden between the apartment blocks, empty because of the night and the rain, the park welcomes you as always - your little refuge, away from the prying eyes of people. You sit directly on the asphalt, hidden between swings and slides. You are already soaked to the skin, big raindrops running from your long hair. But you don’t care. You pull your legs up to your chest, gripping them tightly with your own hands and resting your head on your shaking knees. And you cry. You cry as if you haven’t cried in a long time, you cry with sobs and hiccups. You cry and let all the pain and suffering come out of you, flow with the rain. “I knew I’d find you here.” His soft voice drifts towards you. From the moment you hear it, you know who it is, but you still lift your head and look at him. Chan is standing right in front of you, dressed in his usual black hoodie. He wears a hood over his head and his face is shadowed by his black cap. His clothes are as wet as yours, a sign that he ran all the way here, just like you. The difference is that he ran to look for you. You stare at him in silence, saying nothing. Part of you is shocked that he’s here, right in front of you. You know how hard Chan works, leaving his studio extremely rarely. But another part of you knew he would come looking for you. Even after he debuted, Chan didn’t forget about you. He will continue to be your friend, always leaving a special place for you in his busy life. The years you spent together as two foreign children in South Korea bonded you to each other in a way that only the two of you can understand. “Can I sit next to you?” Chan asks you aside, it’s the first time he sits next to you. He speaks to you in a low tone, as if he is afraid he might scare you if he speaks louder and that you will run away from him again. But you stay where you are, as if hypnotized by his voice. He removes his mask, letting you see his face. Even though the cap shadows his face, you can see his gentle but worried gaze. He gives you an encouraging smile that brings out the dimples you love so much. “You can ask me to leave, but you know I won’t do that. So can I stay?” You approve slowly with a movement of your head, and Chan slowly steps towards you. He sits down just as slowly in the puddle you’re sitting in, without caring that he’s getting more wet. It seems that his only concern is not to make sudden movements that scare you. Chan’s shoulder touches yours, making your body relax almost immediately. It’s amazing how something in his presence always managed to calm you down and make you feel safe. He looked across the park, biting his bottom lip thoughtfully. “As soon as Felix told me something was wrong with you, I knew I had to come here. It’s been a while since we last came here, hasn’t it? It seems like years have passed since then. Wait, they really passed, right?“ Chan giggles at the end, and your stomach tightens into a painful little knot. But he’s right. This is your place, the place you and Chan came to when he was still a trainee, and where the two of you would look up at the stars, laughing, telling stories, and dreaming of the future together. Back then, you lived a little further from the park, and Chan always insisted on driving you home. He’d taken care of you since day one, when you knew him as the funny boy with pink hair. He continued to keep his voice low, almost a whisper to you. You feel like only Chan’s soothing voice and the sound of the rain are heard throughout the world. And he knows the effect his voice has on you, so he keeps talking. ”Remember I used to rock you in that swing?“ Chan asks you, pointing to a certain swing. ”I used to push you up so hard, that you screamed at me to let you go easier. But you know that I would never let you fall.“ He says the last part looking at you. You look at him in turn, losing yourself in his gaze. Chan moved, cupping your cheeks with both hands. ”I will never let you down, Y/n. Whatever happens, I will catch you.“ he whispers to you while wiping the tears from his face with his thumbs. In fact, you don’t know if it is wiping raindrops or tears. Both mingled on your cheeks. ”Damn, Y/n, you’re so wet.“ Chan immediately takes off his hoodie, leaving only his black shirt. He helps you put it on, pulling it over you as if you were a small child, then he made sure to cover your head and wet hair with the hood. Even though it’s wet, the hoodie is warm and smells like him. ”Better now? It’s raining so hard, I’m afraid you’ll get sick.“ Chan is worried about you. Your good and sweet Chan stands in the rain for you, but worries about you. You feel again how the tears gather in your eyes and a bitter sigh leaves your lips. You get up on your knees in front of him, not knowing exactly what you want to do. ”Chris.“ you whisper his name in a voice hoarse from crying, losing your balance and almost falling on him. But, as he promised, he catches you. His strong arms tighten around your trembling body, pulling you towards him and pressing you against his hard chest. ”Come here, little girl.“   You grip his shirt in your fists, burying your face in the curve of his neck. You squish and go small in his arms, Chan gently lifting you up and letting you nestle into his arms. Now you’re no longer sitting on the cold, wet asphalt in the park, but you’re effectively in Chan’s warm arms with your whole body. He lets you cry, gently rocking you and tenderly stroking your back. ”It’s ok, Y/n. I’m here.“ He kisses your forehead, then he puts his chin on your head. ”You are not alone. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.“ You listen to Chan’s voice and hide your face even more in his neck. You inhale his scent. Chan smells like aftershave, rain, home. Your home.   ”You don’t have to run away from me. Even if you think I’m busy, you have to run to me.“ He moves away from you a little to look you in the eyes. You are sure that you look pathetic at this moment, with red and puffy eyes from crying and wet like a dog. He, as always, looks like a dream.   ”I will always be here, waiting for you and meeting you. And I promise you that I will always do anything to protect you. I don’t know why you are crying now, but together we will find a solution. I will help you, whatever it is. I’m here for you.“ And with that, his hand finds the back of your neck, pulling you back into his arms. You sit there, letting yourself be surrounded by his warmth. In Chan’s strong and gentle arms, you feel safe and understood. You feel that he has put himself between you and the surrounding world, making a place for you where nothing can hurt you.   To the rest of the people, he is just another idol. For you, he’s your comfort place. And right there, on that rainy night, the only thing you think about is how lucky you are to have Chan in your life.

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That's okay, thank you for telling me. Would you be more comfortable doing something like your suggestive fic with Heeseung?

𝗱𝗮𝘇𝗲𝗱

lee heeseung x gn!reader

0.4k words, making out, implied hickeys at the end, suggestive, not proofread tbh

a/n: hi anonie!! tysm for sending in a request ^_^ i hope u enjoy <3 lol i feel like i always take a different route for each suggestive fic i write but it's like,, , idek nevermind 😭💀

"Kiss me."

Lee Heeseung's eyes went as wide as a deer in headlights. Maybe if he wasn't hyper focused on the fact that you had just said that to him, he would have realized he just gave himself whiplash. "Sorry?" 

It was probably his poor hearing. The club's music was practically pulsing through his bones at this point, so he wouldn't be surprised if he had completely heard wrong. 

But your wide, desperate, dilated eyes were telling him otherwise. You grabbed him by the lapels of his bomber jacket and yanked him toward you. He felt the warmth of your breath dance on his lips and he was trying so, so hard not to look. 

But your mouth was right there.

"My ex is right there," you said to him, loud and clear. "Please. He won't bother us if he sees."

Heeseung struggled to swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing roughly. He cleared his throat—oh god, his heart was going to jump out of his ribcage. "Yn, you're not in the right state of mind. We can go to a different part of the club, maybe!"

"He's coming over," you squeaked. "I won't kiss you if you're uncomfortable, Hee, but please—"

Christ, you were begging. 

Heeseung leaned over, grabbed you by your cheeks, and swooped you into a kiss. Oh good god, your lips were so soft and pillowy, the kind of heaven that he couldn't have ever imagined. He could feel you relax against him for a split second, before you were pressing your mouth against his with just as much fervor. 

The smell of your perfume overwhelmed his senses, made him drunk and dizzy and dazed; he could only dive deeper and deeper. 

He tilted your head back to deepen the kiss and pressed you up against the side of the booth, your back flush against cool, polished wood. You whimpered into his mouth, and he nearly melted. 

Heart hammering against his chest, he pulled away. Both of your chests rose and fell rapidly as oxygen flooded your lungs. Heeseung searched your eyes, and wondered if you had enjoyed that as much as he had. Wondered if you wouldn't mind if he…

"Your neck is so pretty," he rasped to you, voice hoarse and roughened. His left hand trailed down your jaw and ghosted over your throat— "Can I mark you up, baby?"

There was that dilation. Your eyes widened, and now you were the one gulping. "Yes." You had no clue where this side of Heeseung had come from, but you were suddenly glad that you had asked him to kiss you. Yeah, your ex was gone, but it didn't mean either of you wanted to stop what you had begun. 

And as he cupped your neck in one hand and suckled the skin on your collarbone with his mouth, you had no one else but Lee Heeseung on your mind, on your tongue. 

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sorry for the lack of posts! been a lil busy these days :( but i’ll get back on track soon! i already have some things in mind i wanna write but is there any requests you guys have also? also thank u for the appreciation on my fics :’) i really appreciate it 💖

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hey!! i was wondering if you could write a reaction for stray kids where they forget to pick up the reader (and maybe it’s raining / late)? whether it’s from work or somewhere further away? i feel like this can have so many plot twists AHAHAHAHA thank you 💞 fairly angsty pls with a happy/neutral ending

stray kids when they forget to pick you up

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 1.2k

warnings: use of the word 'hell'

author's notes: lowercase intentional. for this scenarios sake, all of the members can drive! thank you for requesting anon, i hope you enjoy this!

bangchan

he was busy. very busy. and he just completely forgot.

chan's car approached you at 10 minutes to midnight. your shift ended at 10:30 pm. so he was late. very late indeed. the front lights of his car seemed to cut through the pouring rain, illuminating the cold droplets which relentlessly fell from the sky for as long as you could remember. you were standing there, slightly lighten by the dull light of the lamp post, with your body thoroughly drenched and shivering from the lack of a coat.

you watched as your boyfriend got out of the car with a black umbrella in his hands. he walked up to you, one hand shoved in his pocket, the other hand outstretched with the umbrella, so when he got to you, you were finally sheltered. his expression was soft, sad, sorry. he didn't say a word, but you could see in the feelings in his eyes that he was apologetic enough.

so you both just stood there, gazing into each other's eyes, with nothing to say.

minho

"it's not that bad if you think about i-"

"not that bad? i was waiting for an hour! hell, i could've walked back by myself!"

"then why didn't you?"

you flinched at the bluntness of his words. you two had been arguing about this for the whole journey home.

"because i thought that my boyfriend wouldn't want me walking back by myself at night. i actually thought that you cared!"

minho slammed on the breaks. the car halted abruptly, making you both momentarily drag forwards in your seats. you looked at him with wide, worried eyes as he stared ahead.

"i do care about you," he stated, and you couldn't tell if his tone was blunt or slightly frantic. you knew he would never say sorry, but you could see in his shining eyes - the glisten of the streetlights from the outside making his eyes sparkle and expose his worry, his regret - that he was. he was sorry.

changbin

"y/nnnnn~~~~"

changbin was met with silence again, which was a real stab at the heart for him. he hated this. he knows he messed up, but there was a part of him that felt like you were being a bit unfair. or maybe he was just worried that he messed up big time.

"i said sorry! please talk to me."

"just drive, bin."

"no! i'm not driving until you say you've forgiven me."

he said stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest defiantly, much like a child would when they sulk. he could feel the tension and guilt press down on his heart and he couldn't continue on with the night unless he knew he was on good terms with you. his eyes were glimmering as he gave you a big, cute pout that even your tired and annoyed self couldn't help but smile at.

"yeah, that's more like it."

hyunjin

"it's romantic out here, in the rain, isn't it?"

you turned to see hyunjin, a smile ghosting his features, half playful, half apologetic. you hadn't noticed he had sat down on the bench next to you moments ago, watching you're tense expression never once faltering. you thought he was a crazy person; coming out here with you, making himself comfortable while you both got swallowed up by the cascading rain.

you wanted to slap him. but you couldn't deny how handsome he looked: long black hair starting to stick to the side of his face and his warm eyes sparkling in the moonlight as he stared at you, fondly. you hated him and loved him all at once. you felt angry and helpless and hopelessly in love.

and with this love, with this ridiculous and irritating and perfect man beside you, the pouring rain didn't seem so bad anymore.

han

"i am sooo sorry sweetie."

han kept pouring out apologies as he stayed with you on the phone while he drove to your destination. he didn't realise just how much time he spent in the studio this night, and time had just flown by. in the back of his mind he knew he had to pick you up, but he became so engrossed in his work that by the time he checked the clock he was more than late to pick you up.

"yeah whatever, it's fine."

there your voice sounded through the bluetooth in his car. you sounded fed-up, and he couldn't blame you. leaning his head against the steering wheel of your car as he waited for the red light to turn green, he sighed deeply. there was a sinking feeling of guilt at the pit of his stomach.

"i'll make it up to you, i promise baby."

felix

you had to call him to pick you up. you're not going to wait forever, obviously, and you know that's the only way he would remember. because with felix, he was on time for everything. he wasn't likely to slack off, to run late, if he could help it. so if he was late, it was likely to be that he had completely and utterly forgotten.

and you're right. he's laying down on his bed, scrolling through his phone, not thinking of anything else except for what was on his screen. then suddenly: a call. your name pops up, and his eyes grow wide. the realisation hits.

shooting out of bed and grabbing a jacket and his keys, he finally answers your call.

"y/n i am so sorry oh my gosh i completely forgot i had no idea what happened-" he rambled as he rushed to the car. he felt so frustrated with himself, and would beat himself up about it the whole journey to you. you were more forgiving of him than he was.

seungmin

"hi."

your boyfriend's voice sounded beside you. he had a coat in his hand which he immediately pulled over your shoulders, and an umbrella in the other which he shielded you from the rain with. he winced as he caught sight of you glaring at him. he had no idea what to say, so he just guided you into his car.

your jaw was tense as you slid into the passenger seat of the car. you wrapped your hands around your arms and rubbed them up and down in an attempt to warm yourself. you shivered in your seat as seungmin got in the other side. as you gazed over at him, you could sense his nerves. worried eyes that avoided yours as he fumbled around with his car keys. you couldn't be mad at him. you knew he didn't mean any of this. it wasn't fair for either of you.

"thanks for the coat," you mumbled softly, in hopes that seungmin's nerves and regret would start to disappear...

jeongin

you marched up to his car fiercely, a purpose in your step as he pulled up beside you. anger whirling around inside of you; so much had built up to this moment. the standing, the waiting, the weather that decided that, no, today was not going to be your day, after all.

yanking the car door to the passenger seat open with full force, you shoved your body inside the vehicle.

"thanks a lot for showing up, where the hell were yo-"

you stopped at the start of your rant when you finally turned to him, now fully in the car. jeongin was sitting there, a nonchalant expression on his face, and a massive bag of your favourite takeaway food on his lap. he smiled sheepishly, "sorry?"

you didn't want to let him off that easily. but man, he knew how to apologise in the best way possible.

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⋆ ★ “it can’t be dull if you’re around”

✿ pairing! lee minho x gn!reader ✿ genre! fluff ✿ wc! 0.3k ✿ warnings! none

❀ A/N! a req made by a friend, fluff isn’t really my thing so im sorry if this is cringe LOL. I’m a new writer so like i say in every post, bare with me.

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Mornings with your boyfriend usually started at around 5:00 AM, due to the fact that both of you worked the same job. Even if your job wasn’t anything special, pretty ordinary if you were to ask anyone else, it was special because you met him there.

For around three years, you both worked together, and in less than a year after meeting eachother, your beautiful relationship bloomed.

This morning tho, you both had a free day, and whats better than sleeping in when such an opportunity exists? Thats how you woke up at 1:53 PM, tangled to your boyfriend, Minho, as he was heavily snoring. Though, as he felt you move, he woke up himself.

You pecked his forehead and he scrunched his face in a form of disgust unknowingly, even tho he loved it. Thats just how he is.

Yet, he mumbled to you “can we stay like this for a little bit more?” as his voice was slightly raspy and lower from his sleepy state. How could you say no? He was so adorable like this. With no thought, he put his face in the crook of your neck and fell asleep once again. And as you played with his hair, you thought to yourself about how something so ordinary and boring like an office job would be the best thing that happened to you.

Thats how you found yourself thanking the universe for all of those moments in that dull place. It’s what allowed your relationship to sprout and grow. And as you were reminiscing the most beautiful moments in your life that you spent with him, you fell into deep slumber, tangled to your lover once again.

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↬ [00:54] ҂ lee felix

felix tries to keep the noise as he opens the front door of your shared apartment to a minimum. he sent you a text earlier to let you know that practice was running late, so you must be fast asleep by now. felix can't wait to get into bed with you and hold you to sleep, practice has left him exhausted and having you close always lifts his spirits.

however, as he steps in, he's greeted with a different scene than the one he expected. from the entrance where he's locked the door after him and is now taking off his shoes, he gets a clear view of your living room. felix doesn't see the tv from his spot, but he does see the flickering light coming from its screen, letting him know that it's on. it illuminates your figure, curled up on the sofa, and casts a dim light over your features. upon seeing the way your eyes are closed and your mouth slightly open, as well as the slow rise and fall of your chest, he realises that you are, indeed, asleep. just not where he expected you.

you must have stayed up to wait for him despite knowing that he would be back home late. the thought makes him feel guilty to be the one you're compromising your sleep for as much as it makes his heart swell. the fact that you missed his company enough to want to wait up for him fills his chest with warmth.

the two of you have been going out for a while now, so you're pretty used to life together by now. nevertheless, moments like this make felix wonder how much of you being this sweet his heart can take.

he approaches you slowly and crouches to be at eye level with you. tucking a piece of stray hair behind your ear, he wonders who he got this lucky.

“pretty.” he can't help but mutter under his breath, completely enamoured with the way your cheeks look slightly puffier than usual, one of them smushed against the arm you're resting your head on in the most adorable way. you usually look very soft look overall, but your face just looks so peaceful like this, eyelashes fanning your cheekbones and lips slightly parted.

nevertheless, he needs to get you to bed. sleeping on the couch is bound to make you wake up with at least ten body parts sore and he simply cannot allow that. besides, he still wants to hold you.

no matter how careful he tries to be when scooping you up into his arms, you waking up proves to be inevitable. you're not a very heavy sleeper, after all. and so, felix hears a sleepy hum from you as soon as he has gathered you safely in his arms and he stops in his tracks, giving you time to realise your current placement before he walks the short way to your room.

“hey, angel. did you wait up for me?” he pouts at you, ready to give you a mini lecture about not letting his job ruin your sleeping schedule, but you completely dismiss his question.

“oh! you were in my dream right now. does that make you the man of my dreams?” your eyes close again as soon as you assess your situation, wiggling a bit in your boyfriend's hold to get more comfortable. your speech is still a bit slurred with remnants of sleep, and felix doubts you know you're smiling right now.

his heart still does somersaults in his chest, butterflies still go rampant in his tummy. he thinks that science doesn't have units or systems big enough to amount the love he has for you.

“i hope i am.” he giggles in pure joy when you throw your arms around his neck.

“dream you is cute, but i prefer real you. dream you doesn't carry me like a princess.” you lightly peck his cheek before resting your head in the crook of his neck.

felix suddenly thinks that he could stay standing like this all night long if being held like a princess is what you want.

“he doesn't? that's unacceptable. don't worry, i'll have a word with him.” felix jokes. “let's get you to bed, okay?”

you mumble a sleepy “okay” and felix carries you to bed. he makes a little show of twirling with you still in his arms before placing you on the bed, and even adds a little “whoosh” for sound effects while he's at it. even in your half-asleep state, you find him to be the most endearing person in the entire universe.

and if he thinks he can leave you alone in this bed he's sorely mistaken. which is why you grab his wrist when you realise he's not joining you, pouting at him.

“where are you going?” you whine.

“i'm still sweaty and smelly from practice. let me shower real quick and i'll be back with cuddles.” placing one hand in the back of your head, felix leans down to kiss your forehead, and this time, you reluctantly let him go.

as promised, he's back in bed with you after the fastest shower in the world, and surprisingly, you're still awake. you make grabby hands at him and he dives right into your open arms returning the embrace as soon as he's settled.

“how can you get more handsome each time i look at you?” you wonder out loud, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose “how was your day?”

“you're the one who gets prettier by the second.” he counters, returning the kiss. “practice was exhausting,” he honestly answers your second question. “but i already feel better now that i'm with you. how was yours?” his smile could outshine the sun when he drapes an arm over your waist.

the two of you stay like that for a while, talking about everything and anything. and before you know it, you're a mess of bodies pressed together and entangled limbs. through it all, felix doesn't waste a single chance to place kisses all over your face. you look up at him with still sleepy eyes? a kiss on your temple is mandatory. you compliment him on all the hard work he's putting when he goes to practice? he gets the sudden urge to smooch your forehead. you tell him that you've missed him even though you were together this morning? he can't stop himself from kissing your cheek, and he actually gives it a little bite that is more of his teeth grazing against your skin and less of them actually digging into it. comfortable silences are filled with eskimo kisses, and many sentences are interrupted with pecks here and there in between. when you squirm a bit to find a more comfortable position and he gets better access to your neck, he takes his sweet time leaving plenty of kisses there too. and when he stops, he spends even more time kissing your lips.

whatever you were talking about is forgotten as soon as his lips touch yours and his hands grip your waist a bit harder. felix kisses you slowly, and your sanity hangs by a thread when he chuckles in that deep voice of his against your lips. happiness radiates off him in waves, and knowing that you're the cause of it makes your chest feel all warm and fuzzy with how much you love him.

“i definitely prefer real you over dream you.” you state in between kisses.

“glad to know.” he softly laughs. “i have to keep my competition in check, even if the competition is myself.”

“there will never be competition for you.” you honestly tell him, looking lovingly into his eyes.

felix pecks your lips one last time before he says:

“have i ever told you how much i love you?” he has. he tells you millions of times every day that he loves you; when you're together, in little notes he leaves for you when he goes to practice, over text when you're away from each other.

he tells you plenty of times, but still, you can't resist answering:

“i don't know, have you?” you feign ignorance when you answer him, and felix plays along your little charade.

“now that you mention it, i'm not sure if i have either.” he then gets even closer to you, his mouth right against your ear when he whispers:

“but that just means i have to keep kissing you until you know.”

that night felix kisses you over and over, and the words “i love you” travel from him to you in each brush of his lips against yours.

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⋆ ★ “forever boy”

✿ pairing! non-idol!lee felix x reader ✿ genre! angst & hurt/comfort ✿ wc! 0.6k ✿ warnings! forms of sh (pulling hair, scraping lips with teeth), very brief mentions of blood

❀ A/N! this was requested by someone i know and is actually very much inspired by the song “save me” from BTS !! i’m not good at writing fluff so im sorry if the end is cringe lmfao. i’m also very tired at the time im writing this and this is kinda rushed but nonetheless i hope you enjoy!!

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To say you weren’t in the best mental state is nothing compared to how you were actually feeling. Nothing feels worse than being surrounded by people, yet feeling alone. Spending your day being a ray of sunshine to the people around you, until the night hits. You can’t even think of something worse than staying up late, in the night, analyzing where you went wrong. Realizing that no matter what, your fights are only yours and no one is even trying to do anything.

Thats how you found yourself on a hill close to your house, looking at the sky. In all honesty, you weren’t even staring at the stars, all you could see were those gut wrenching memories replaying again like a vinyl movie, ready to destroy your fragile state again. Not even crying is possible to you anymore, but right now, something just hit. It was one of those rare days where everything came pouring at once, which got you to this stage of crying, sitting on your knees. You wanted to scream, but you couldn’t, because you can’t afford anyone hearing you. Rays of sunshine are strong, bright and happy. Your image is more important than anything, no? But fuck that.

For some reason, you found yourself venting to nothing, constantly muttering words of the type “help” and “save me”. Tho, you weren’t even sure who you were begging to save you. The moon that was shining onto you couldn’t save you, could it? How stupid. It was all so so stupid.

And at this moment, you allowed yourself to break down entirely. Might as well crumble and stay in your own filth forever than keep an image that wasn’t even true, right?

You found yourself punching the ground, pulling at your hair, as you kept muttering random words under your breath. You started chewing on your lips as blood started showing itself through them, you were a mess, though can you really blame yourself? You weren’t in a good place at all.

You ruined yourself and you ruined it all. But you had to go back, even if you couldn’t push anymore. It was impossible to just disappear, sadly. Everyone cares only when you’re gone, and you didn’t want that type of attention.

The moment you tried to get up, your life changed entirely. A hand sticking out to you, waiting to lift you up. It was an understatement to say that you were embarrassed, but he looked at you like you were one of the stars in the sky. And in that moment, you can feel a breeze brushing onto you both, as he mumbled “I’m sorry, i wasn’t supposed to be here through all of that. But i’m willing to help, i can’t guarantee to save you, but i can help you save yourself” You stared at him, frozen, but you reached out to take his hand. He was.. very comforting. His presence made you feel safe and understood, without him doing necessarily anything. When you manage to get up, he looks at you once again as he murmurs “My name’s Felix, by the way”, as he proceeded to look away from you, still holding your hand. Wow, he was stunning in the moonlight.

That moment, somehow, you knew he was your forever boy. Because even after he saw you like that, he tried to help, more than your so called “loved ones”. You were a stranger to him, but he gave you his hand, and you can’t even thank him enough for giving you the wings needed to progress. Even during it all, he’s still with you, and has no plans of leaving you anytime soon.

Throughout the worst, you found your best. During your lowest, you found your forever boy.

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⋆ ★ “18, what a nightmare”

✿ pairing! quantum jumper!yang jungwon x reader ✿ genre! sci-fi (?) ✿ wc! 1.4k ✿ warnings! kinda angsty, happy ending, one curse word lmao, this is a mess

❀ A/N! i added limits to quantum jumping for the sake of the fic. this is pure fiction! therefore don’t take this as how quantum jumping really works. almost everything said here is just for the effect of the fic. Once again im a new writer so bare with me. Love u guys!

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If there was one thing Jungwon could’ve changed, it would’ve been his life purpose. Oh, how he wishes he could’ve been just a normal guy, one that could finish education, engage in things he enjoys, maybe even find a lover that he could spend the rest of his days with. Yet, Jungwon was not able to get that. The young man he wished to be, wasn’t in his reach.

His purpose was to travel in between realities, explore the bigger part of the universe and find answers to what the higher beings wished to know. Tho, Jungwon never knew why he was the one chosen to do this, but he had no choice but to obey and no chance of changing his mission.

The red haired boy’s life started when he was born in Korea, thinking he was meant to live a normal life just like the people around him, yet it wasn’t like that, and it would never be like that. From a child who everyone thought had an incredible imagination, to a young man with a mission, therefore being a quantum jumper. All of his life, Jungwon had vivid dreams every night of things he couldn’t even understand, he sometimes found himself in places that he couldn’t even explain, but no one understood him when he came back. No one believed him, thus the young boy was always viewed as just an adorable imaginative child. Eventually, he had to give up trying to explain his situation, which made everything harder.

It was never his choice for his life to play like this. If there was one thing he regretted most, tho, it was meeting you. But at the same time, it was one of the best things that could’ve happened to him. Being childhood friends, ever since you talked to him in primary school, to growing up having a crush on you. If he knew that this was his fate, he would’ve never made plans for your guys’ future, never gotten attached to you, or even talked to you. But he did all of those things and regret is now suffocating him.

The poor boy didn’t even have any idea of what was waiting for him. Thats how he found himself in his bed, right before his 18th birthday, planning how his birthday would go and how he would confess his feelings to you. He was so ready, equally happy and excited as well. Little did he know that in that night, he would cut ties with this reality for way too long. Longer than he wanted to. As he fell asleep, he imagined himself being with you. Of course he did, because you too felt the same way. You both showed it, its just that one had to take a step forward and that would’ve been him. But now, he couldn’t. He wasn’t aware of it, at least.

When he found himself in yet another inexplicable place, he was less than not phased, because this has been going on forever. One thing he didn’t know, was that this time, he wasn’t going back.

As he saw how much time has passed without him going back, he was confused and especially anxious. Was he going to lose his birthday? His confession? He couldn’t. Even if his body was still there, doing everything he planned to do, he wanted to be there. He wanted to feel it.

He kept thinking that he needs to wake up, he was trying his hardest to pull his awareness back to his body, but that was until an unknown energy, yet with a bright and positive aura came to his current body and talked to him in the sweetest yet saddest tone he ever heard. “Please stop trying, Jungwon. You have a mission to finish. Going back isn’t a choice yet” He was confused, but he was more shocked than anything. The moment this being of light stopped sharing its message, he looked back at it and screamed as he felt tons of emotions at once “What the fuck is going on? Why can’t i go back? WHAT mission?” he spilled out as tears swelled up in his eyes. He could feel that this energy was protective, hence he immediately calmed down after shouting at it out of anger. He felt in a way, calm. “You’ll find out, for now i can’t give you any answers, but i will guide you the best i can. Good luck, Jungwon” the energy said as it slowly started disappearing into thin air. The moment he tried to reach for it, it was gone. All that could be heard after was Jungwon’s screams and cries, him begging for it to all be dream. He couldn’t see his parents, friends and especially you for so long. Yet he got up, as he reminded himself that he just had to finish the mission in order to go back. He will see all of you again, no way he could give up. It couldn’t take that long, right?

As for you? That day you woke up ecstatic because it was your best friend’s and crush’s birthday! Oh, little did you know, that a part of Jungwon was out there, struggling to see you again. Yet, you would never notice, because Jungwon? He was still here, with you. He just wasn’t aware of it.

Your best friend was finding information and answers to so much stuff, he met so many different beings, but his only focus was still on you. All he did was for you, and it took him thousands of years to finally finish his purpose. Although, in your timeline, only 65 years have passed. For one second, Jungwon didn’t forget you.

The moment he was congratulated, his questions were answered and he was given the free will to finally travel wherever he wanted, the boy was ecstatic. Yet, it still took him way too long to find his original timeline again, because even tho he could, he didn’t know how to travel where he wanted.

As he saw himself in his original timeline, the boy, now temporarily an old man was found in a small yet beautiful house. He rose from the bed, and as he recalled his memories from this body, he realized the things he feared most. His parents were long gone, his friends were now old and all married & ill, and you, his now wife, was dead. When he tried to get out of bed in order to analyze his surroundings, he realized that it was all true. He, himself, was now old. Which he wouldn’t have hated, but he didn’t see any of his loved ones or himself grow up. As fast as he could, he reached your grave, which wasn’t far from the house. Everything was so beautiful, your “forever place” was covered in beautiful flowers, perfectly positioned under a tree which gave it the prettiest shadow ever seen, yet it was the saddest sight he saw in all of his years. As he stared at the name thats carved on the decorated piece of stone, the name he sighted was yours, and it broke him.

And as tears left his eyes, thats when he decided, that no matter what, he would find a way to travel to another reality where everyone he loved most wasn’t out of his life. And he did, but it took him so long to learn and finally be able to reach it. He jumped in between realities for so long. Nevertheless, he never gave up.

As he woke up in his original bedroom that he fell asleep in the night before everything happened, he was enthusiastic. Before he could even recall his memories from this body, in order to tell if he was in his desired place, he saw his parents, but more importantly you, staring at him from the doorway. When he spotted a cake with the numbers 1 and 8 on it, as you and his parents screamed “Happy birthday, Jungwon!” he finally sighed in relief. That’s the moment where the red haired boy realized that it was finally over. He could finally live the life he always dreamed of. In the end, he was free.