#Hyunjin!003

[xlemonciel]

❛❛ Circus ❜❜

Estaba muy nervioso ese día, habían acudido muy pronto al recinto donde era el evento y había un montón de gente por todos lados. Félix sentía la ansiedad en la boca del estómago constantemente ¿Qué pasaba si alguien se daba cuenta de lo que era? Esa mañana había devorado las pastillas casi sin pensar y a pesar de eso aún estaba aterrado. Últimamente había estado apoyándose en esas pastillas como si fueran a solucionar su naturaleza o como si pudieran cambiarle por completo, si que su olor ya era casi imperceptible cuando las tomaba pero su cuerpo empezaba a resentirse y en los ensayos acababa destrozado, se cansaba mucho antes y tenía dolores de cabeza constantes y a veces muy fuertes. Pero el pánico a que la gente descubriera que era un omega hacía que no pudiera vivir sin esas pastillas.

Los miembros aún así parecían darse cuenta de su estado porque estaban más pendientes de él que de costumbre, Felix nunca estaba solo, siempre había uno de ellos cerca dispuesto a ayudarle en lo que fuera que necesitara. Pero eso no calmaba del todo su pánico. Estaba tan nervioso que tras acabar su turno en maquillaje tiró sin querer uno de los productos al voltearse, la mujer le miró bastante mal antes de chasquear la lengua e ir a recogerlo, Felix se sintió terriblemente mal y se disculpó mil veces, sintiendo la mirada de Hyunjin que estaba en la silla de al lado clavada en él, pero también la del manager que estaba cerca y que le agarró bruscamente de la mano cuando se dispuso a ayudar a la mujer. — Deja de empeorar más las cosas Yongbok. — Felix asintió, callándose cualquier queja por el fuerte agarre. — Tsk, omega inútil — pudo escuchar al hombre murmurar entre dientes, no era la primera vez que pasaba, y de hecho era tan común en la discográfica que Felix ya casi se había hecho inmune a esa clase de comentarios, habiendo descubierto que era mejor callarse que afrontarlos, sobre todo en un lugar con más gente como aquel.

[sunboki]

METANOIA — a four part anthology miniseries

INCLUDING. Christopher Bahng, Lee Minho, Seo Changbin, Hwang Hyunjin (Hyung Line) | WORD COUNT. 10.6k |WARNINGS. mentions of pregnancy, self-doubt, insecurity, suggestiveness, cursing | TROPE. non-idol au, friends to lovers, friends to lovers, angst, fluff, comfort, college au

( ✉️ ) — perhaps it’s a sort of longing for a new beginning with the person you love that started this, maybe not. that’s for you to figure out—so, decide for yourself and tell me what you think. yours truly, august.

SERIES PLAYLIST

✶ P.S. there’s seriously no good explanation as to why i made this mini series, i just liked the word Metanoia. started typing, enjoy my brain dump.

001. Record Player Lover with Christopher Bahng · ( sep. 24 )

There’s a new guy working at the Record Shop you’d been to countless times as a kid. So when you show up and see a stranger working the register and not the sweet old man who’d give you lollipops, you’re not too pleased.

⎯ ( moodboard )

002. The Moving In Diaries with Lee Minho · ( oct. 04 )

Playful banter while driving to your new home is a must, but upon opening the door to your first home together, the big moment truly sinks in — especially when he wakes up beside you the next morning. Wow.

⎯ ( moodboard )

003. Spring Is For Us with Seo Changbin · ( oct. 14 )

Spring is supposed to be a time for second chances and new life, yet when you propose the idea of starting a family there are some doubts from Changbin who isn’t confident in his abilities as a father despite how much he wants to.

⎯ ( moodboard )

004. Sunday’s Paradigm with Hwang Hyunjin · ( oct. 20 )

He was a cold person. Spiteful and brash to all people too close, scared to let his walls down. Except, to him, you’re a spectacle. A classmate he realizes he can’t exactly find reason to dislike while he sketched you from his stool in the art room.

⎯ ( moodboard )

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[1025flora]

pinky promise

SYNOPSIS !

hwang hyunjin left y/n five years ago with a promise that he would be back before they graduated. now, y/n is entering her second year at university and so far no hyunjin to be seen. they pinky promised back in middle school that they would be entering university together, side by side. y/n doesn't know what to think when a certain boy comes back to town after half a decade of no contact, acting like nothing has changed.

paring: hwang hyunjin x fem!reader

genre: ex-childhood best friends to lovers, comedy, fluff, some angst i guess? non-idol au, smau

featuring: skz, itzy yeji and chaeryeong, aespa ningning, enhypen sunoo and more

warnings: kms/kys jokes

DISCLAIMER: this is not a 100% accurate representation of these idols. i do not know them personally, this is just my interpratation of them if they were in these situations.

taglist: @miryofshampoo @katsukis1wife

STATUS started 12/24/2023

author note

omg hi guys this is my first series.... i really hope you enjoy it!!

profiles: girl squad!! (+ sunoo) , stray kids whoo!!

001 the goat isn't wanted back🔥🔥

002 couple goals!!

003 coffee with WHO.

004 pretty girl aaa don't hurt me lol

005 he's not a boy anymore

006 ...

[ilovehimyourhonour]

nepo babies masterlist

rich! yang jeongin x rich! fem! reader . smau series . fluff , ‘enemies’ to lovers , (maybe) angst , mutual pining , slightly suggestive , fast paced(?) , fake dating

yang jeongin is a bad influence—words that fell from your parents lips, almost as a warning. yet despite jeongin's behaviour, the yang family was well respected, and your father would have been foolish to refuse a business partnership with the multi-millionaires. the collaboration led to you attending school with jeongin, who mindlessly trailed after you wearing his infamous smirk as he attempted to pick you apart. phrases meant to send you crying falling from his lips as he slunk an arm over your shoulders, nose grazing your cheek as he muttered every rude word that came to his mind. eventually you graduated, as did jeongin—surprisingly. and as your classmates went into the world, you hoped jeongin would do just the same. you planned on staying in seoul for awhile, having recently gotten a modelling contract with laila magazine. but unfortunately for you, yang jeongin had other plans, ones involving: a yacht, champagne, and a midnight swim.

status currently paused ! taglist open !

navigation | stray kids masterlist

profiles 1! | profiles 2! | privs

001. youre ill

002. you rat

↳ 002.5 my first sober kiss (w)

003. this is actually disgusting

004. say less

↳ 004.5 it’s not a fight without snacks

005. your big baby?

006. hyunjin is majestic

007. why is he in the bath?

↳ 007.5 that man is whipped

008. idk why he refuses to smile

↳ 008.5 did you leave the ac on? (w)

009. homeless french cats

010. what does lee know?

011. roaches take this?

↳ 011.5 is he crying?

012. baby girl are you dumb?

↳ 012.5 look at my lawyer dawg i’m going to jail

013. honey face pookie bear is kinda crazy ngl

↳ 013.5 kicks a child?!?

014. i’m so dumb, pathetic, stupid, insane, crazy, idiotic, etc…

015. my ovaries are sobbing

↳ 015.5 NAH CUS WHY HE LOOK SO FIIIINEEE

more to be added…

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© ilovehimyourhonour

[vnamps]

pride and prejudice

PAIRING : prince !hwang hyunjin x gn!reader

CONTAINS: enemies to lovers , slowburn, reader and hyunjin commute through poetry and art, reader is a bit prejudice and shy, usage of the name y/n, felix is reader's best friend

CHAPTERS

001. maxident palace, minimum thoughts

the reader is introduced as a new palace worker who's there on a trial to come and help touch up the palace for prince hyunjin's upcoming coronation

002. they intrigue me

prince hyunjin is intrigued by the new painter of the castle who seems to be... avoiding him?

003. In the home of the prince hyunjin

after finally catching up to the reader, prince hyunjin tries reasoning with them to see what his life is actually like.

004. a night to remember

the reader and prince hyunjin catch each other at night and they share an intimate moment by the waters with the floating lanterns [rapunzel-inspired]

005. a big misunderstanding

there are newcomers in the castle and prince hyunjin is caught in an [forced] intimate situation with a princess from another palace who he is being forced to marry to keep the royal blood alive; the reader finds out and begins ignoring prince hyunjin, feeling he is taking advantage of them

006. in a form of spite

hyunjin catches the reader laughing with prince minho and assumes they have a thing going for them which causes him a confused episode of anger and spiteful messages toward the reader.

007. the milky twilight and the moonlit floor

despite their negative energy toward each other, both hyunjin and the reader spend all night glancing at each other with small pits of jealousy, wishing they had gone together.

008. will they, won't they?

prince jisung notices hyunjin's recent behavior and gives him the advice to try and make up with the reader which he finds time for when they're alone to do so.

009. a time of joy

hyunjin and the reader spend a sweet day out in the garden together, marking their first day together secretly dating.

AUTHORS NOTE: this story is inspired by something I read back in 2022 that I adored so much and I am very excited for it and for others to read along with the many stories ( such as many many enemies to lovers bc we need that or at least I do ) I'm publishing in the future !!

[anqlicrosie]

⣼ moodboard girle . ꤦ🛍️

𐙚. GUIDE : here's a list to all the links of moodboards, gifs and edits i've posted on my page! each section is divided based on grps w/ mb events at the end!

no. of moodboards created : 47

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˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 everglow: yiren 一 001 (😈) aisha 一 001 (😈)

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 illit: iroha 一 001 (🟤),

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˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 skz: hyunjin 一 001 (⛰️)

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꒰ MILESTONES ⎯⎯ v. ꒱ 🫧

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 milestones: one month anniversary (🪵), 100 followers (🌲), 200 followers (🤍)

[mixtape-racha]

it's a scream, baby! | hyunlix

chapter five: movies make psychos more creative

words: 2.01k // warnings: cursing, suggestive content, references to anxiety

OFFICIAL GHOSTFACE KILL COUNT: 003

after she climbed out of the shower, dressed in a spare pair of (y/n)'s pajama’s and towelling her hair dry, yeji walked carefully into minho’s room - which he’d happily offered her to have for the night as he was staying with seungmin anyway. 

when she walked in, feet happily taking in the softness of his rug, she was met with jisung perched on the end of the bed, scrolling through his phone. sighing internally, she came and sat next to him - she knew this was a situation she’d have to come to eventually, and now was better than never.

“hanji…” she started, placing a hand tentatively on his leg. “thank you. you didn’t have to stay and look after me.”

locking his phone and tossing it onto the bed, he turned to look at her, taking both of her hands in his.

“yej, you never have to thank me, okay? i wanted to. you needed someone and, as much as we both love (y/n), i don’t know, i feel like after all this time i’ve very equipped to understand what you need when you’re in a bad place.” he joked, a small smile appearing on his lips.

it had, in all honesty, been a long time since yeji and jisung had been alone together. 4 months, 3 weeks and 6 days to be exact, not that either of them were counting. their breakup hadn’t been particularly messy, just too many obligations not allowing them to spend time together and causing a rift to form in their relationship.

and neither of them could deny the way they couldn’t fall out of love with the other - as much as they had tried, and they definitely had. yeji threw herself into college work, pulling any extra shifts at her evening job, spending more time at home with her family. jisung, on the other hand, entered what his friends referred to as his “whore phase” - partying, drinking, promiscuous sex with whoever wanted him. it wasn’t ideal, or healthy, but it got him through the first month after the breakup.

having a mutual best friend in (y/n) also simultaneously made things better and worse. while they could check in with each other through (y/n), but the way they kept accidentally bumping into each other made moving on increasingly difficult. but they persevered. they truly did enjoy one another’s company, whether as a couple or as friends, and so they wholly agreed that spending time together with (y/n) with them was pleasant.

“i just– sorry for throwing myself on you like that out there. i guess you still hold a lot of comfort for me, and being around you really calmed me down.” yeji smiled, a small blush creeping across her cheeks.

jisung’s expression mirrored her own, hands unconsciously squeezing her own as a show of love. which, he had to admit, he really was still in love with her. and she was with him, which made their proximity so much more intense.

“i mean, i feel bad for it, but it actually made me really happy. not the situation, obviously, but the way you still seek me out to make you feel better. i’m glad i can still do that for you.” he blushed, eyes avoiding yeji’s own in case his words upset her in any way.

but instead, she cupped his cheek in her palm, her eyes turning to cresents as she looked at him with a level of admiration he hadn’t felt in a while.

“han jisung, you will always be like home to me. i still love you, dumbass.”

“and i love you, hwang yeji.”

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- 

when (y/n) awoke the next morning, head still fuzzy and in hyunjin’s warm embrace, she could’ve almost forgot the hellish experiences of the day before. for a simple moment, she felt like a normal college student – but the bubble was quickly broken by the settling of an uneasy anxiety in her stomach.

pulling herself away from hyunjin’s arm, she sprinted to the bathroom with the fear her anxiety was going to find its way out of her body and into the toilet bowl. never had anyone in woodsboro been so fearful to wake up in a new day, and all of a sudden every resident

 was triple locking their doors, only leaving when they absolutely had to.

it was absolutely hellish in every way.

by the time she woke up, everyone else had left the apartment - either for classes, or to accompany others on errands. it seemed after a double murder on the supposedly safest campus in the state, maybe even the country, no one wanted to be alone anymore.

she felt it was probably best to let hyunjin sleep in - he had no classes until late afternoon, and (y/n) had kept him up most of the night due to bad dreams and anxiety about yeji. heading to the kitchen, she flipped the kettle on, opting to wake herself up with a coffee and a shower to start her day.

her first class wasn’t until 1pm, so she had time to take her morning routine slow and relaxing as possible. she sat at the kitchen island nursing her mug of black coffee, almost in a sleep-like transe staring at the wall. almost exactly as the clock hit 11am, hyunjin stumbled into the kitchen, a smile gracing his lips as he caught sight of (y/n).

“morning, love,” he mumbled, placing a soft kiss on her head and rubbing her arms softly. “did you sleep okay? i was a bit worried that you weren’t in bed when i woke up.”

she smiled softly, shrugging her shoulders as she took a sip of her drink.

“just couldn’t stay in bed anymore, and didn’t wanna wake you. think i’m gonna shower in a minute, though.”

“no worries, angel. i’m gonna head out in a second though, okay? i have some errands to run before classes, but call me if you need me at all and i’ll be right here, yeah?”

(y/n) nodded, still a little out of it and drowsy, before puckering up her lips to offer hyunjin a kiss - which he of course accepted. they had decided the night before that it wasn’t the right time to start a relationship. they had everything a relationship did anyway, but the label wasn’t needed at that moment in time. which, in all honesty, (y/n) was elated that hyunjin understood her perspective and was respectful enough to agree to give her as much time as she needed.

saying goodbye as hyunjin grabbed his belongings and left, (y/n) drew herself up from her seat and trudged back towards her bedroom to shower and prepare her bag for the day. as much as she wanted to take her time getting ready, she rushed through her shower so she could sit on her bed and watch youtube videos for as long as possible before needing to leave.

as she locked up the dorm and headed towards the elevator, she felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket. pulling it out, she flipped the screen on to see a message from a privated number. weird. who would be messaging her from a private number? unless one of the guys lost their phone and used a friend’s or something.

pressing on the notification, she was greeted with a strange message that sent a shiver up her spine.

‘watch your back, princess. people are keeping secrets from you, and sometimes shadows in the dark will hurt you the most. –  👻’

what the fuck?

who the fuck was messing with her like that? was it one of the guys? no, they wouldn’t fuck aroun like that after seeing the state of yeji yesterday… maybe someone hanging around outside yeji’s building?

whoever it was, it was not okay. but being mature, (y/n) chose not to entertain it. to not justify it with a response. and, just to be on the safe side, she decided not to tell the boys… not yet anyway. theres was no need to worry them too bad.

but the anxiety settled in her chest and stayed with her all day. she kept zoning out during classes, having to say it was a lack of sleep when asked what was wrong. she wasn’t even sure how she managed to walk between classes, to the library, to study for 2 hours. she had no clue how she’d ended up back in her dorm at 7pm to be greeted with jeongin making dinner for himself and (y/n).

it turned out minho was staying with seungmin again, even though yeji and jisung had vacated his room, so jeongin thought it would be a good chance for him and (y/n) to have some good food and catch up on some shows they’d been watching.

she truly did appreciate the thought, happily joining him to eat a feat of bibimbap and bulgogi, and watch trashy tv of insanely attractive people joining a reality show to find ‘true love’. it was refreshing, to be at home with jeongin and not worrying about anything.

except, deep down, she was.

by 10pm, (y/n) had excused herself to her room - claiming to be exhausted, and having a headache coming on, which honestly wasn’t too far from the truth. jeongin, being the ever so loving roommate and friend he was, offered to come and check on her later, but in all honestly (y/n) just needed some time alone.

within an hour, she heard jeongin shut down the tv and head to his room, but the silence was worse than anything else. after the text she had received earlier, she couldn’t think about anything else.

every noise felt intensified, every door slamming across the hall had her ready to call the police. even worse, she had begun to feel like she had left it too long to tell jeongin - or any of the guys - about her ominous text without them disbelieving her.

just as the adrenaline had worn off and she was truly ready to fall asleep, (y/n) heard a noise that had her shooting up out of bed and grabbing the closest thing to her to use as a weapon. she could have sworn she just heard the front door open. it couldn’t be minho or jeongin - they would’ve messaged to say they were either getting home or leaving.

surely, jeongin would’ve let her know if he had someone coming over too. but he didn’t, and so fear was washing over (y/n) harder and harder by the second.

hearing quiet footsteps crossing the dorm, and disappear down the hallway, (y/n) cracked her door open the slightest, looking for any sign of movement. seeing a shadow down the far end of the hallway, seemingly headed toward jeongin and minho’s room, she grabbed her phone - the emergency service number up and ready to call at any given second.

upon hearing a door creak open, she headed out of her room, running silently across to the kitchen to grab a knife. taking careful caution to not make any noise, she braced herself before tiptoeing down the hallway down towards jeongin’s bedroom. she couldn’t survive if she heard him being hurt, so she concluded on apprehending the intruder before they could attack first.

rushing towards his door, (y/n) took a deep breath ro prepare herself for the worst when opening the door. knife clutching her hand, blade held out ready to swing if and when required, she squeezed her eyes shut before swinging the door open and screaming…..

only to be met with two familiar screams reverberating back at her.

opening her eyes slowly, (y/n) felt like her heart was going to mump out of her throat. looking like two deer in headlights, jeongin was straddling chan’s lap, both boys shirtless on jeongin’s bed. on closer inspection, (y/n) could see that chan’s lips were swollen and jeongin had budding marks appearing on his chest and neck.

“nah, man what the actual fuck–!”

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[chansslvr]

linked lines-hwang hyunjin x male reader

+hwang hyunjin+

+003, linked lines, hwang hyunjin, _chansslvr+

+genre; angst+

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warnings: mentions of bl00d, beating the reader up, angst, divorced parents, abuse, swears (i think im not too sure lol)

m/n lived in a world where everybody had soulmates. they could communicate by drawing/writing on their body. most people found their soulmates, but m/n wasn't keen at all. in fact, he promised himself that he would never meet his soulmate, he would only drag them down.

m/n hated his life at this point. he was depressed, and if he said he wasn't he'd be lying. even though it was pretty severe, he was still popular. people did notice how he was usually upset or quiet, but nobody commented on it. he was popular due to his looks. did he like the attention? sometimes. and those 'sometimes' were very very rare. he was pretty, and everybody knew it.

m/n was currently in maths, and he hated the subject. hell, he hated school. what was the point? it wasn't gonna get him anywhere anyway. m/n furrowed his brows as his teacher kept on talking about algebra. how the hell did letters have anything to do with numbers? he looked down at his book, to be met with a few answers he copied from the person next to him.

with a sigh, m/n grabbed his pen. after a few seconds of hesitation, and thinking of the detention he was 100% going to get, he began doodling on his arm. it was small, nothing too special. it had loads of lines, like he was sketching. except it was on his arm. m/n continued doodling until he got bored. he sighed again and looked back at his book, deciding to focus on his work.

towards the end half of the lesson, m/n felt a tingling sensation on his arm. he pulled his sleeve up ever so slightly to see the words 'you're a good artist!' with a small smiley face. m/n furrowed his brows and picked up his pen, quickly writing down 'no i'm not.' he watched again as the tingling sensation came back. now the words 'don't think so badly of yourself' proudly presented themselves on his wrist.

m/n frowned and put his pen down, resting his elbow on the table and letting his head lean on his palm. before he knew it, the lesson ended. with a slight groan, m/n stood up and packed away his belongings before abruptly leaving the classroom, ignoring the yells from the teacher saying stuff like, "i didn't tell you to pack up!" and scoldings, along with the murmurs and whispers from the class.

it was now saturday, which m/n dreaded. tomorrow, he had a taekwondo competition tomorrow, which he was not excited for. he heard rumours that a group called 'stray kids' were going to perform. he shrugged it off, and sat at his desk. he put on his headphones to ignore the yelling coming from downstairs as his father yelled at his new 'girlfriend.'

his parents had gotten divorced when m/n was around ten, he remembered the day as if it was yesterday.

"i'm sick of this, minjun! we have been married for fourteen years and you're deciding to cheat on me now?!" m/n's mother yelled at m/n's father. m/n watched from behind the wall, tears streaming down his cheeks. his parents had gotten into fights, but they were never this bad.

"for the last time sun hee, i was not cheating!" m/n's father screamed back. the day was perfectly fine before m/n's father had brought someone home from work. m/n saw it too. he watched as his father made out with some young, ugly woman. 'doesn't papa only do that with mama?' m/n asked himself as he watched from the sofa, as his father was now unbuttoning the lady's blouse.

then, they went upstairs. m/n furrowed his eyebrows, before shrugging and turning back to the tv. after a few hours, m/n heard the front door open. m/n's mother entered, she looked tired as usual. she entered the living room after taking off her heels and replacing them with slippers."ah, m/n. has papa fed you yet?" m/n looked up at his mother and shook his head. m/n heard his mother sigh, probably from fatigue, and gently kissed m/n's temple. the gentle, loving gesture being cut by a loud moan. m/n's mother pulled away from his son's forehead and looked at the stairs.

"one second, mama will be back, okay?" m/n's mother ruffled m/n's hair and went upstairs. m/n looked at the stairs for a few seconds before looking back at the tv. all of a sudden, m/n heard his mother scream. it was more of a gasp, but the kid was nine, his imagination wild, what did you expect? m/n went upstairs, and watched from behind the door as m/n's mother stood, frozen in shock, horror, disgust and anger as she saw her husband sleeping with another lady.

"what the hell?!" m/n's father yelled in english, looking up to see his wife. he sat up and glared at her.

that's how they were in the situation now. after a few minutes of loud yelling, and the lady getting up, dressing herself and leaving, m/n's mother now grabbed a suitcase and began packing her belongings. "yah, sun hee! what are you doing?!" m/n's father yelled, standing up and watching as his, now, ex wife packing to leave. "i'm leaving. forget you and your cheating ass!" m/n's mother cursed as she opened the closet, grabbing all of her clothing. after what seemed like hours, m/n's mother left the bedroom, then noticed her son. she put the suitcase down so it stood up and kneeled so she was on the same eye level as her son.

she gently caressed m/n's wet cheek, dripping with salty tears full of upset and horror. "m/n, mama will be back okay?" she pulled m/n into a hug, but all m/n could do was stand there in shock. "mama, where are you going?" m/n managed to say, his eyes wide and lips trembling. "mama's gonna take a break from papa. be a good boy for mama, yeah?" m/n's heart broke as he realised his mother was leaving. for good.

"why are you leaving me, mama?" m/n asked, his little face now scrunched up in upset. "mama isn't leaving you. she's gonna be back when she can, alright? don't cry my baby." she brought m/n's head to her chest, caressing his scalp gently. all while this was happening, m/n's father glared daggers into his son. he was the problem, and he knew it. but he still blamed it on his good for nothing son. after a few minutes of m/n's whimpering, his mother pulled back, smiling slightly, her eyes red from crying too much. she kissed m/n's forehead and stood up, dusting off her skirt and leaving. m/n ran downstairs, he couldn't let his mother leave him. no way. his heart got shattered into millions of pieces as his mother walked out, not even looking back once.

then, m/n just grew up. he was hit, by his father, but also hit with the emotional trauma and depression he had got gifted. now and again, m/n's father got a new side hoe, m/n was so grateful for those times. then, he wasn't hit. instead, it was the women who got his pain.

m/n shivered as the memory bubbled back up from the deep dark depths of his mind. he looked down at his arm, still seeing the writing from earlier. he scrubbed his arm with a wet tissue before giving up and starting on his long pile of homework. after completing three assignments, one being of art and the other two science (more specifically chemistry and biology), he felt the tingling sensation on his arm. he looked down and saw a few sentences. m/n's brows furrowed as he read through them. it clearly read 'hey, yk we are soulmates and all, right? i was wondering why you never write. like, the only time i hear from you is when your doodling all over our arms, and then writing random letters.'

m/n groaned and picked up a pen before clearly writing 'i don't want a soulmate. i don't want you, and you shouldn't want me either, okay? i'm not interested, alright? and also, why don't you get it? if im not writing, it's pretty clear i want nothing to do with you. leave me alone and don't write to me.' m/n could feel his heart wrenching when he wrote that. he didn't mean to word it so harshly, he just didn't want to make his soulmate feel depressed because of his pity story. he rubbed his eyes, tears now threatening to fall. he played his song louder to drown out the yelling from his father and starting his english essay.

*hyunjin pov*

hyunjin felt his heart breaking as he read the words his soulmate wrote. he was in the practise room, he was sitting in the corner, leaning on the wall. the other members were drinking, more like gulping, down water. hyunjin, however, thought that this was the perfect opportunity to communicate with his soulmate. seungmin eventually noticed hyunjin's heart broken expression and sat down next to him and glanced at his arm.

*sorry i don't rlly know what to write here- but it's basically all the members finding out that hyunjin's soulmate was a 'bitch'*

m/n sighed as he pulled off his shirt to change. it was now sunday, which meant he had a huge taekwondo competition. he was in the changing room, and was getting changed. his coach was trying to hype up m/n with shoulder pats and words of advice. basic stuff like, "you're my best student kid, you can do it." and "i have faith in you."

after changing, and being introduced to one of his many opponents, the competition began. m/n was quite a thin boy, due to the basic lack of nutrition his father provided, but still managed to beat the other, much bigger and muscular, guy. m/n put his pain and trauma into every punch and kick. it wasn't like anybody was rooting for him. why was he even doing this in the first place? all these questions bombarded m/n's mind and before he knew it, the second round was over. with a few pants for breath, m/n bowed to his opponent before his coach came into the ring and patted m/n's back with a proud grin.

"m/n, i knew you could do it!" m/n looked up to his coach and smiled slightly. for once, he seemed slightly proud of himself. he was brought to a bench to recharge for his last and final opponent, he was pretty big so m/n had to work pretty hard to win. there was a short break and stray kids came up on stage. m/n raised a brow as he began drinking his water. so the rumours were true. stray kids began to perform venom and maniac. through the performance, m/n was sat next to his coach, who was telling m/n how proud he was, and stuff like that.

m/n's coach was the only type of father figure he had, and his coach understood m/n's situation and had loads of sympathy for the boy. m/n's coach was nice, friendly, the middle aged father figure everybody needed once and a while. m/n could remember those nights where he couldn't handle it anymore, and whose arms did he run into? his coach. m/n knew his coach since he was five, where his mother and father brought him to a taekwondo class. his mother said it was needed in case m/n was in a risky situation, but never expected m/n to get a brown belt when he was nine. his father, however, couldn't give a shit.

m/n rested his head against his coach's shoulder. "hey, who organised the whole performance thing?" m/n asked curiously as he watched stray kids perform maniac. "oh, one of the directors, i believe." m/n's coach replied, watching the performance too. "ah, okay." m/n nodded slightly, sitting up and drinking some of his water.

after the performance, stray kids sat back down in their seats, the next and final match beginning. the members had to admit, that the h/c boy was pretty good. especially if he took down all those bigger guys he had to go against. after a few minutes of throwing punches and kicks at each other, m/n's opponent finally fell to the mat. m/n looked up, panting, and looked at his coach who was grinning so hard his jaw probably ached.

"l/n m/n has won the competition." the presenters announced through the black speakers located around the hall/stadium. m/n's coach practically burst into tears as he watched m/n's arm get raised by the referee (im not rlly sure, i don't do taekwondo, please correct me if i'm wrong). after m/n's win was announced, m/n's coach quickly ran up to m/n and hugged him tightly. "m/n! you did it! i knew you could!" m/n could hardly hear his coach as the crowd erupted into screaming. m/n smiled slightly, just slightly and was brought off the mat. he was given his bottle of water and a few minutes later, had to go back up to receive his award by the idols.

chan gave m/n his medal with a smile and congratulating him. m/n muttered a small 'thank you' as he received the award. when m/n reached his arm out to be handed his medal, all the members then saw the writing that had also been on hyunjin's arm. hyunjin's smile just faded and the same thing happened with the rest of the members as they were now slightly glaring at m/n. after he received the award, m/n's coach approached m/n and brought him back to the changing rooms, now pulling him into a sort of side hug.

now m/n was by himself in the changing rooms. he pulled his shirt off of his shoulders and shook his head, trying to get some of the sweat out of his hair. he was about to change, but he was suddenly pushed to the lockers, the lockers banging loudly against each other. m/n's breath hitched as he looked up at the guy who he thought was going to kill him. to his surprise, it was the guy who gave him the award.

"shit." he curses and began struggling against chan's grip. "what the hell? get off of me." he tried to push chan off, but his grip tightened. all of a sudden, m/n felt blood coming out of his mouth, and leaking from his nose. it took him a few seconds to realise he just got punched in the face by one of the other members. 'fuck, i'm going to die today. twice.' m/n thought as he realised he was probably going to get beaten up here, then get beaten to a pulp at home by his father, who was most likely already beginning his drinking cycle.

he tried to kick the two members off but only got met with a punch to the stomach. m/n shook his head and began to feel lightheaded. he was used to it, though. his body just got used to the beatings, but some places weren't quite prepared. as soon as he felt another punch in the shoulder, he knew he was gonna faint or die. whichever came first.

before he knew it, his head just lunged forward as he lost consciousness. chan immediately let go of the boy, his body going limp and falling to the ground, unfortunately for m/n, head first. "chan, what the fuck did you do?!" minho whisper yelled as he looked at the now bleeding boy. "i didn't punch him! it was changbin and jeongin!" minho turned to the two boys who just stared at the unconscious boy laying on the, what seemed to be, concrete floor. "fuck, we're going to prison." felix said and shook his head before trying to grab the boy. seungmin nodded slightly and helped felix, now laying the boy on his back so he was facing the ceiling.

well, if he was alive anyway. chan, along with the rest of the members leaned in ever so slightly to see the boy's injuries. han flinched and took a few steps back. to say they were bad, would be an underestimation. m/n now had a bleeding nose, blood literally oozing out of his mouth, a bruise on his temple and a cut on his forehead. "shit." chan whispered. "someone check his pulse." felix suggested and changbin quickly brought two fingers to the boy's left upper side of his neck. "he's alive. i think." seungmin rolled his eyes and put his hand on the boy's now bruised chest. "yeah, he's alive."

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STOLEN LOVE

Synopsis: Bang Yn and Lee Minho were the perfect couple in all their college, just two sweethearts who fell in love with each other, so why Yn suddenly breaks up with Minho to go back in Australia? No one knew the answer. Now, three years later, she’s back in her city but she has a someone else with her: her daughter, Aera, Minho’s daughter. What’s going to happen when her ex applies to be Aera’s babysitter?

Pairing: LeeMinho x f!reader — non idol Au, college Au

Genre: exes to lovers

Warnings: Minho is a bad boy, mention of sex (well they have a baby so), some angst (i will try my best to make you guys cry), a very protective Chan

Characters: Stray Kids, Jake from Enhypen, Rosé from Blackpink (she’s a soloist here), Christian Yu.

Starting: 01/07/2023

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↬ 001. Aera (written)

↬ 002. Bro’s wild

↬ 003.F in chat for Han

↬ 004. Yn found work

↬ 005. Momma’s boy

↬ 006. Am I Cupid?

↬ 007. Ariana what are you doing here?

↬ 008. light skin stare

↬009. Dada

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[ 003 ] wants vs needs.

⎯⎯ PAIRING: han jisung x reader/oc ⎯⎯ TAGS: rockstar!3racha plus jeongin, non!idol au, lovers to exes to enemies, one tour bus instead of one bed trope, subtweeting but in songs dropped during concerts, childhood friends to lovers ⎯⎯ RATING: 18+, mature ⎯⎯ WARNINGS: the following tags are not fully comprehensive in order not to reveal the entire story. proceed at your own risk⎯ swearing, mentions of past drug use and addiction, deep discussion of cheating and infidelity, one really disgusting/hateful comment about addiction ⎯⎯ WORD COUNT: 4,064

⎯⎯ SUMMARY: it’s been three years since the break up, three years since leaving the band you helped start, three years since you’ve even talked about your ex. not only have you been able to avoid talking about him, but you’ve been able to avoid him all together. until that same band you helped start decides to change labels and not a single person warned you that your safe place was about to be invaded by three men you’d do anything to avoid.

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It takes no more than 30 seconds, once Ultra Violet steps off stage and the show ends that the others are on you. Chan is immediately fuming, pushing his way to the front of the small mob.You can’t help but wonder if it’s to protect or to take the first swing, though you have a silent bet on it being a bit of both.

Minho sees how angry the three are as they approach and steps in front of you, a warning glare at the three fast approaching musicians. “Not here,” he warns, arms crossed. Chan nods once and points at the dressing rooms. All but stomping over to the cracked door and shoving it open. A chill crawls up your spine at his anger, having never been on the receiving end of it. To say you might be a bit nervous would be a simple understatement.

Your hand slips into Felix’s, squeezing his fingers in a silent plea not to leave your side. The other hand is taken by Hyunjin, his way of promising that you won’t be alone and he has your back as well. Minho leads the group, heading to the dressing room first. You follow with Hyunjin and Felix, clinging to both of them. Seungmin brings up the rear, a silent watcher as he tries to take in everything.

“That stunt was crossing the line and you know it,” Chan snaps once the door is closed, turning toward you with the full look of his fury. To some benefit, you don’t flinch away from his look no matter how much you want to. Instead your eyes meet his and keep his glare, rapidly letting your own anger boil over. Suddenly he’s not so scary and you’re not intimidated at all. You let yourself feel that pain again, to let it be a reminder of why you’d done the song in the first place, why you’d decided to throw the love of your life to the wolves without a backward glance. You let it remind you that even if Chan hadn’t been the one to cheat, he hadn’t stuck around either at the end.

“How is that any different than listening to him play stupid love songs about us all weekend?”

“Those are just songs, don’t try to shift blame here.”

“Don’t insinuate that I’m stupid, Christopher. It’s so blindingly obvious that you will always take his side, after everything. You shipped me off and said fuck all to me after, pretty clear what side of the fence you’re on. I’ve made it so incredibly clear how I feel more than once and that wasn’t respected. Fair is fair, isn’t it?” You’re in his personal space, not even realizing you’d gotten closer and closer until you can feel Seungmin pulling you back and Changbin stepping between you two.

“Exposing your drama like that was the best way to be heard?” Chan’s shouting over Changbin’s head. You feel a strong arm around your middle and just know it’s Felix by the way his hand rests so carefully and respectfully on your hip too.

“It’s none of your goddamn business!” You’re shouting right back. Though you want to lunge at Chan, at Changbin, at Jisung, you don’t. Not because of the restriction of Felix around your middle but simply because even in your anger you don’t want to physically hurt them. Not really.

“You made it everyone’s business when you sang that song,” Changbin cuts in. You barely register his voice, softer than the shouts between you and Chan. He’s still standing between you two but it’s clear the two of you won’t actually take a physical swing at each other. Verbally? You’re aiming for the fences, wanting your words to hurt each and every atom in their souls- just like yours had when you found Jisung and that pretty lead singer he said you didn’t need to worry about.

“Disrespectfully, I don’t fucking care. He can’t respect the one thing I’ve asked of him in three years, why should I respect anything about him?” This whole time you’ve refused to look at him until now, eyes finally sliding over to him. He lingers behind his other band mates, hands shoved so far into his pockets you wonder if he’s trying to disappear into the denim.

When he realizes you’re looking at him, he opens his mouth to say something. You cut him off with a snapped demand. “Don’t. Don’t waste your breath because I don’t want to hear it.” You side step out of Felix’s grip. He allows you but his hands linger just off to the side, ready to grab should the feral animal lunge for a throat. “I can’t be here right now. I’ll be back by morning.”

You shove any hand that reaches for you. Slamming your way out of the dressing room, letting the heavy door crash against the wall with the force of your exit, you bolt for the nearest exit into the much cooler night air. You’re in a strange city, in the middle of some downtown neighborhood. You know exactly what you want, what you need right now. So you set off in any direction and wait to find the telltale signs of your kind of people. The ones you relate the most to.

Felix and Hyunjin do their best to keep up but you’re quick, easily sliding between rushing staff members and ducking around twisting corners before they can really catch up. By the time they’re outside, heads whipping back and forth in a vain attempt to see you, do they accept that you’re gone for the night.

More than one call sent to voicemail after a ring tells them you don’t want them, want anyone. After their combined fifth attempt do you turn off your phone. After they are directed again to your voicemail, immediately on the sixth try, do they turn around and head back inside to a waiting group of musicians.

“Gone. Lost them by the time they got outside.” Hyunjin’s eyes are more expressive than his words, filled with worried tears as he looks between his other two friends.

“Probably ran off to get high.” Chanbing’s words are muttered but heard enough. So many faces turn to him, some angry and a few shocked he’d say such a thing.

“Not that it’s any of your business,” Seungmin is quick to defend. “But Red’s been completely sober for almost three years. Not that you’d know, since you weren’t the one to help them or support them. You just dumped and ran.” He isn’t a violent person really, but defending you brings out a type of anger that he’s almost too familiar with. That first year was the worst for it, all of them coming to defend you and support you. Even if you’d just met the four of them, they were all in your corner from day one.

With nothing left to say to each other, everyone departs for something. Some rush to help the rest of the clean up work, some head back to the hotel in hopes of finding you. One remains, sliding down the wall until his face is hidden in his knees. He replays it all from the start: the relationship, the shared moments, the highs and lows. He wonders what things could have been like if he hadn’t been such a coward. But mostly he replays that song over and over, committing the words and the message to memory.

And as if she might have a telepathic sense for when Jisung is at his lowest, his girlfriend’s ringtone cuts through his thoughts. He sends the call to voicemail after the third ring.

・❥・

“You are going to have to tell them the truth, Ji.” Chan’s words are firm but there’s still love behind it, carried by the weight of worry that he has for one of his closest friends. “Red deserves to know what really happened three years ago.”

“It’s too late for that. You know that I can’t.” He feels like they’ve had this same argument over and over for the past year, since Chan had accidentally found the truth himself. Truthfully, Jisung was glad to finally tell someone even if it was the wrong person. But it made that heaviness in his heart a little less crushing by telling him. “If they know the truth, if Red finds out, you know they will do something stupid and possibly ruin their career for good. I can’t.”

“So you’d rather let them hate you for a lie than help you with the truth? All of that, just to protect them?”

“Yes!” He’s so quick to agree, throwing his hands up. Fingers rake through his sweaty hair for what feels like the millionth time tonight. “You don’t get it. I would do anything in the world to protect them, I made that promise and I’ll never break that.”

“That promise wasn’t part of his vows for nothing,” Changbin’s voice joins the conversation, two pairs of eyes turning to look at him as the door closes behind him and Jeongin. He sets his key card on the small table by the door before joining Chan and Jisung on the bed. A hand comes up to pat Jisung on the back, his attempt at being supportive of his friend.

The youngest member stands to the side, a bit awkward as he’s trying to piece it all together. “Vows?” He mutters, mostly to himself, dropping to sit on the bed as Jisung groans and falls backwards. With a pillow over his face he screams but it doesn’t make him feel any better.

“Feel better?” Chan jokes, reaching for the pillow and throwing it at Changbin with a laugh. The drummer gives him a disgruntled squawk before reaching forward and hauling Jisung back into an upright position.

“What did you hear?” Large eyes glance between Changbin and Jeongin, anxiety settling in the pit of his stomach. Jisung hadn’t even wanted to talk about this in the first place but Chan wouldn’t leave the topic alone, especially after the stunt that was pulled during the last show. He doesn’t blame Chan at all for this, it really isn’t anyone’s fault but his own that he’s in this mess in the first place.

“Enough to know that you lied about cheating on them,” Changbin answers without hesitation, knowing that even pretending to hide that he didn’t know wouldn’t work. Jisung groans and mutters something about ’so everything basically’ to which the drummer shakes his head. “No, not everything. I don’t know why you’d do that. I think I’m still missing a few key details.”

“I know you think you’re doing the right thing,” Chan is quick to add. Now that things have started to get worse about this, he wasn’t just going to sit back and take a passive role. Normally he’s happy to just support his friend in what he chooses to do, he’s been doing it since he learned everything himself. “You’ve seen how that lie has changed them, haven’t you? You may have protected them but at what costs?”

“Okay, I lost the love of my life but–”

“No,” Chan interrupts, shaking his head. “They don’t trust anyone, they don’t look or seem as happy. That’s damage you did. Their confidence, self-worth, name it- because cheating hurts more than just your relationship. That’s something that they’re going to carry with them for the rest of their life, a little voice in the back of their mind telling them that they’re not enough. That there’s something wrong with them, even if they know that your cheating wasn’t their fault.”

“But I didn’t actually cheat!”

“That’s not the point, Ji. They don’t know that. That’s the reality that Red lives in, the one you created and handed them. And until they know the truth, that’s the world they’ll be in.”

“I’m sorry,” Jeongin says, leaning in a little. There’s a look on his face that he’s thinking too hard, confused by something. “Do you mind if we circle back to vows or was that just a synonym?”

“Legally, we’re married.” He falls back on the bed, grabbing the remaining pillow and throwing it on top of his face. Instead of a scream he gives a hard groan and thrashes about a bit. He doesn’t want to look at the expression on Jeongin’s face, knowing that his mouth will be hanging open in surprise.

“What? When? How?” All questions he expected though it didn’t make him any less annoyed and groaned again. “Sorry, I just- How did you guys keep that a secret? When did that even happen?”

Both Chan and Changbin make a gesture as if to say ‘Don’t look at me’. Jisung flings the pillow off himself with another groan before turning his head to look at the youngest member. There’s a silence that settles over the four of them while Jisung gathers his thoughts, sorting through what he should and shouldn’t share right now.

“It was after we went public with our relationship,” he starts. “I wish there was a romantic proposal story but it was just this moment we looked at each other and decided that life could only get better if we were married.” The pain on his face mixes with something a lot softer, something that warms his eyes and makes his mouth push into a soft smile. “We told Chan and Changbin that night and by morning we were married.”

“So what are you protecting them from? What’s so bad that you would rather let them think you cheated?” Changbin is gentle with his question, head tilted to the side as he studies one of his closest friends. He doesn’t want to pressure his band mate but he doesn’t know how to help if he doesn’t know the full story. Jeongin seems to be in agreement, making a noise and nodding as Changbin speaks.

“I love you guys, you know that. But I can’t tell you. Not-” he cuts off any protesting from the others, holding up his hand to stop them. “Not that I don’t want to; I can’t. If I’m going to tell anyone, it’s going to be them first.”

“I hate to say this but if you don’t say something soon, this entire thing is going to end badly. That stunt the other night? It was different when it was just private but now it’s hurting you personally, professionally.” Chan tries to keep his tone as even as possible, despite his flaring anger at all of this. “Dragging us into it.”

“Yeah! And I’m the totally innocent one here.” The teasing does what he wanted, diffusing some of the tension settled around the group. Half-hearted chuckles from the four, Jeongin looking proud that he was able to bring some humor into it all. The topic is dropped for now but Jisung knows that Chan will bring it back up. And soon.

・❥・

With your phone still turned off, you’re not quite sure what time it really is when you return. The hotel lobby is quiet and only one person behind the desk- you assume it’s early hours of the morning. The person greets you with a sleepy smile and a wave before going back to whatever held their interest before your arrival.

The elevator ride is quiet. There’s no music, just the rhythmic ding of each floor as it passes. Number after number before the doors slide open at your destination. The floor is just as quiet as the lobby, with soft ambient lighting. There’s a serene calmness settled around you, a kind of soft quiet that reminds you of first snow falls and watching a sunrise on the terrace. Times when the world seems to have paused just for you, a brief moment of serenity to get you through the day.

You stand in front of the door, blinking a few times at the number on the wall. Your key card won’t grant entry through this door and your hand doesn’t seem to want to rise to knock. Standing in front of the room feels like a mistake, like you should just walk away and head up one more floor to your room- but your feet won’t move from their spot.

In the end you don’t have to knock because the door is pulled open and the person on the other side does not look at all pleased to see you standing there. Chan holds the door open with his foot, arms crossing over his chest as he stares at you. Under his scrutiny you feel so much smaller.

“I came to apologize.” The words are heavy on your tongue. It seems to soften the protector in Chan and he steps aside, gesturing for you to come into the room. Letting out a sigh, releasing a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding, you follow him into the room. Three more pairs of eyes turn in your direction and you freeze as they all look at you.

“Let’s give the two of them some time.” Changbin stands from the bed and grabs Jeongin’s upper arm, pulling him up as well. You’re grateful that your groveling won’t need to be witnessed by everyone though you know you owe them an apology as well. One step at a time, you remind yourself, watching as the three quietly leave the room. Once the door closes behind them, your attention turns to Jisung.

The first thing you notice is how miserable he looks, eyes a little red as if he’d been crying. There’s a slowness to your movements as you sit on the edge of the bed, back to him. You don’t look up when the bed shifts, when he sits next to you, when he takes your hand in his. You don’t move away from him, you don’t take your hand away. Instead you put your head on his shoulder and slide your fingers between his.

You’re the first to speak. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. Sang the song.”

“Why did you?” His voice is even, clearer than you expected him to sound, as if he isn’t as heavy as you feel. Maybe he isn’t, maybe he’s not as torn up as you expected- as you’d hoped he would be.

“I was hurt, angry. I still am. This is so hard for me- being around you. I will never not love you, Jisung. But I told you to leave me alone, that I didn’t want you around. But you still sang those songs and it was so painful to stand there and listen to you sing about me. But then I was just angry that you’d hurt me again so I sang the song. I know I shouldn’t have, that doing so was malicious and evil but I just needed to not hurt for once.”

He shifts, forcing you to lift your head and look at him. His free hand reaches for your face and you don’t move away, you sink into the comfort that his touch brings. The warmth and familiarity, the softness in his eyes, pulls you in a little deeper. You’ll never leave the endless expanse of loving him, you will never know what it means to not love Han Jisung. And somehow, you’re okay with that.

“Do you really want me to leave you alone?” He whispers as he presses his forehead against yours.

“I need you to.”

“But you don’t want me to.”

“What do you want me to say? That no, I don’t want you to leave me alone? Because I don’t. That I will always want you? Because I will. What I need and what I want aren’t the same and saying it only hurts. What good does it do to say it?”

“It means we want the same things. If we want the same things then we can work on this, on us.”

“We can’t. I can’t.” You pull away from him then, shifting to stand and walk away from him. You need space, you need to not have every sense flooded with Jisung. Maybe then you can think a little clearer.

“We can! You’re just scared. I know I messed up but I want to prove that this will be different. You’re scared to let yourself be happy with me. But I promise I won’t hurt you, ever again.”

“Of course I’m scared!” You snap, though your voice doesn’t raise much. The serenity of the late night still seeps into your bones, offering the comfort you want to seek out from his touch again. “I’m terrified. You broke my heart, you broke me. You broke it into some many little pieces that the only way I could stop from hurting was falling further and further into my addiction. I nearly died! I was so close and maybe part of me wanted that kind of ending, to finally be free of this pain.” You don’t realize you’re crying until you feel the tear drop roll off your chin and hit your collarbone. You make no move to wipe them away. “I’m so scared that it will just be a cycle, that you’ll hurt me again and I know this time I won’t be able to survive it.”

“Let me prove it to you, please.”

“I can’t. I can’t go back there. I’m so terrified that I’ll fall back down and Chan won’t be there to save me this time.”

“Chan? What does-”

“He never told you? He’s the one who found me the night I overdosed. He’d come to check on me, I think. He’s the one who saved my life and then got me into rehab. I made him promise not to tell you. I always assumed he would eventually, I guess.”

There’s a long silence as he processes everything you’ve given him. He remains seated on the bed, hands in his lap and head hung down. Even without looking at his face you know that he’s taking what you said and letting himself feel guilty over it. You should tell him it wasn’t his fault, that it’s your disease and your struggles that landed you at rock bottom. You don’t.

The silence stretches for minutes, so long that you’re about to turn toward the door and leave until he speaks up again.

“Is there any way that I can prove it to you? That I mean this, that I promise to never hurt you ever again?”

“No, I don’t think so. I don’t know.”

“Just let me show you, let me prove it.”

“Just let me go, Ji. Please, let me go.”

“I can’t. You’re it for me, you have been since we met in Changbin’s dusty garage freshman year. I’ve been in love with you so long I don’t know how to not love you. It’s part of who I am.”

“No, it’s not. Because if that’s true, if that is how you felt, then you wouldn’t have cheated on me. You wouldn’t have lied to me.”

“I’m so-”

You cut him off. “Stop. I’m tired of your apologies and your excuses. You know the worst part of it all? I don’t even fully blame you for it either.”

“No, none of it was your fault.”

“For so long I believed it was. That I was the problem, that I wasn’t good enough. Pretty enough, smart enough, sexy enough, talented-”

“You are all of those things and more.”

“Stop! Just stop! Because I know that now. I know that I’m more than enough. It took me a really long time but I know my worth now. With the help of people who care about me, who love me for me. And really, the worst part still is that I don’t fully blame you because my addiction issues would be too much for anyone. So I don't blame a coward for running.”

And for the second time that night, you leave before he can say anything else. As you ride the elevator up to your floor, key your way into your room, and crawl into bed after stripping off your stage clothes, you expect the tears to come. You expect the pain to be crushing, the torment of memories to be harsh and unforgiving. But all you feel is serenity as you fall asleep. For the first time in three years, you don’t have a nightmare.

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[jinnify]

mixtape: on track 𓆩⟡𓆪 l.mh + h.hy

synopsis. After orbiting the same groups of friend groups for years, it was only inevitable for these two unlikely friends to have fallen for the same girl.

pairing. hyunjin x yn. lee know x yn. slight hyunjin x jeongin. yn x ot8 [platonic]. bff!yunjin x yn [platonic]

genre. smau. college life. crack. fluff. eventual angst.

warnings. cursing. kys/kms jokes. crude language. angst. frequent dialogue heavy, written chapters. pacing is wonky probably. shitty humor. this is a love triangle.

status. discontinued.

started. june 10. discontinued. october 12.

taglist. open; send ask with anon off to be added.

NOTE. ignore timestamps. also, i changed the face claim to karina jiji

profiles.

charlie's angels fight club

chapters.

001 002 003 004 005 006 007 008 009 010 011

bonus.

001 _ charlie's angels instagrams

002 _ unforgiven girls

003 _ teasers

004 _ felix ur scaring the hoes

[leaderwon]

TRUE BEAUTY

Pairing : Jake sim × fem!reader

"i just wish you could see yourself through my eyes"

SYNOPSIS : Y/n was a teen. A teen who was bullied to an extent to the point she concludes to transfer out. Until she masters the art of make up, and after that? She becomes the hot topic in her new school. With the people in her new school treating you like a queen, what happens when your old bullies start to spread pictures of your old appearance? For the whole world to see, and worse, the people from your school.

Genre : smau, angst, f2l, idk atp

Characters : Enhypen members, haerin nwjns (face claim), le serrafim eunchae, chaewon, kazuha, yunjin, stacy sumin as the bully, skz hyunjin as sumin's bf - More will be added as i progress writing.

MASTERLIST

PROFILES - 001 - 002 - 003

#1 - The start

#2 - Socialising!?

#3 - Bicycle Cross!?

Started - 25/3/23

Status - Discontinued

Disclaimer : Anything stated in this fanfiction does not depict idols in real life. This is written solely on my imagination and my imagination only.

For entertainment purposes ONLY.

Heavily inspired by the K-drama true beauty.

© leaderwon 2023. Do not copy, translate or plagiarize in any platform.

If anyone notices someone doing this pls lmk.

Taglist Status : OPEN! (Send an ask to be added!)

Taglist : @seungiepup @pluviophilefangirl @luvistqrzzz @bluxjun @paragonofroyalty @l0veflrws

[harperwasstaken1]

[어떤 일이] 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝐻𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠

Masterlist

➪°°°☁︎☆- 2 Kingdoms, 2 Kings, 2 Queens, 2 Heirs, and 1 Forbidden Love. 'Whatever happens' to them when they fall inlove with the Rivalry still going?

Pairings: Rival!Prince!Nishimura Riki 🝮︎︎︎︎︎︎︎ Princess!Reader

Genre...Royal, Fluff, Angst, Rivalry

Warnings: Mentions of Death, Swearing, Kys & Kms mentioned, Crazy Fan

Taglist: [Open][Send ask or answer this form]

@flower0930 @forever-in-the-sky2

Status; Incomplete

Featuring: Enhypen, Le Sserafim's Yunjin and Chaewon, TxT's Taehyun and Beomgyu, Ive's Wonyoung, P1Harmony's Soul and Keeho, Skz's Felix and Hyunjin, and BTS

Playlist: Here

Profiles... 001, 002, 003, 004, 005, 006

Chapters...

001- Kingdom of Solaíre

002- Kingdom of Risqué

003- Operation Ynki gc

004- W Rizz tbf

005- Who tf is Topher?

006- Protests? What

007- Treaty Signing?

008- KYS

009- Princess Y/n will be a Nishimura?

010- Que? Y/N es mi esposa😍

Tba...

[hanniesmoodboards]

✮⋆˙ my moodboards : (mostly straykids!)

s t r a y k i d s

bangchan ୨ৎ : (001🏀),

leeknow ୨ৎ : (001⛸️). (002📓)

changbin ୨ৎ : (001🏋🏻)

hyunjin ୨ৎ : none!

han ୨ৎ : (001🍭), (002📘) (003🧟‍♂️)

felix ୨ৎ : (001☀️)

seungmin ୨ৎ : (001🍪)

i.n ୨ৎ : (001🍵)

a e s p a

karina ୨ৎ : none!

giselle ୨ৎ : none!

winter ୨ৎ : (001🩰) ningning ୨ৎ : (001🦋)

(g) i d l e

miyeon ୨ৎ : none!

minnie ୨ৎ : none!

soyeon ୨ৎ : none!

yuqi ୨ৎ : (001🎸)

shuhua ୨ৎ : none!

note: hiiiii these are just some groups I am working on, though Straykids is my ult group so I will be mostly working on them!! I might do some other groups aswell soon! Have a great week <33

[writerblock-sucks]

( 🎻 ) … faith songs on skz-replay album

authors note : break down on songs and m/v coming soon

layout by @skz-bibi and @skz-angel

✰︎ … NEW SONGS

004. yoga ft. hyunjin

lyrics by : faith, 현진

composed by : faith, 한 (3racha)

arranged by : faith, bangchan (3racha)

003. mr. incredible

lyrics by : faith

composed by : faith

arranged by : faith

✰︎ … PREVIOUSLY-RELEASED SKZ RECORDS

001. mrs. potato head

lyrics by : faith

composed by : faith

arranged by : faith, changbin (3racha)

002. boys will be boys

lyrics by : faith

composed by : faith

arranged by : faith, 지성 (3racha)

[kynrki]

if your moots were playing the protagonist in your favourite romance movies, which idol would you pair them with as the love interest?

001. @hikyeom | repunzal

LOL i feel like minghao from svt!! only bc his looks are vv eye catching and like i feel he would okay the perfect roll of falling for someone he shouldn’t fall for.

002. @completelyrain | purple hearts

ENEMIES TO LOVERS!!!!! def with jay ngl,, i feel like he would 100% deny having a crush on you, meanwhile he does couple things with you, and would only tell you he likes you when you tell him first.

003. @haknom | midnight sun

OOF i think i would say hyunjin from skz, ONLY bc he looks like that person that would fall for you. hard. but also tried to hide his pain by seeing you in pain, which is why when you catch him crying, he cries even harder.

004. @ox1-lovesick | love and monsters

one word. YEONJUN. like he would go all out jus to find you. he would never stop trying to find you until he does. i feel hes a passionate lover so his love has no limits for you.

005. @delcakoo | to all the boys ive loved before

WITH WONIE!!!! like i feel he would be popular in school ngl and 100% fall for you once he notices you. ema would also play hard to get tho bc knowing him, he could have any girl in the school.