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Happy Jisung day everyone

[sunwoowrites]

Comfort.

oneshot.

Lee know x reader

fem!reader

established!relationship

angst, fluff, comfort

"And then she totally-" She sighed. "Y/n. Can you give everyone else a chance to talk? It's so annoying. And you wonder why non of us hung out with you in school." My eyes widened and I looked down at my lap. "Gosh I'm so sorry, I never realised I spoke so much." She ran a hand through her hair. "How could you realise over your squeaky ass voice?" I frowned and kept quiet after mumbling a quick apology. They continued their conversation and I sipped on my coffee. What is wrong with me. How did I not realise. "Alright guys I'll see you later." One of the girls said standing up. "Yeah Me too." I mumbled grabbing my purse and phone. Immediately going to message Minho.

Y/n

Hey Min. Can you come pick me up please?

Min 🥺

No.

Y/n

Oh. Okay Nevermind then I'll get a taxi. See you at home.

Min 🥺

Hey I was kidding. I'll come get you. Is the reunion over already?

Y/n

Its fine. I'm on my way home already. Bye.

I sighed switching my phone off and looked out of the taxi window. What if he thinks the same? I felt my heart sink. I can't lose him. I need to fix this. I need to be better. For him. I used a tissue to dab my tears away. The make up is gunna make me look horrid if I cry.

I paid the driver and got out and walked up to my front door with my shoulders slouched. What a lovely reunion. I sighed and pushed in the passcode walking in. "Y/n? Jagi!" Minho ran up to me and pulled me into a bone crushing hug. "Are you okay? You sounded so down over text. Why didn't you wait for me? I would've picked you up. I was just kidding when I said no, baby. I told you. But you got a tax-" I smiled. "Its fine. I got a taxi." He frowned. "Baby-" I looked over his shoulder. "I'm going to go change." I mumbled before letting go of the hug and scurrying of to the room.

I sat on the bed after changing into my pjs, then lied back looking at the ceiling. I sighed. "Baby." Minho walking in with a cup of tea. "here." I sat up, took the mug and didn't say anything. "So what happened at the reunion. Did ya see your friends?" I stared at the tea in my cup. "Min..." He looked at me, eyes sparking. "Do I? Do you...Am I.." He frowned at my jumbled words, put my cup down and took my hands in his. "What is it?" He asked softly and I sniffled. "Do you ever get tired of me talking too much, Is it annoying?" His face fell.

"Tired? never. And why would it ever annoy me" He wiped the tears that slipped down my cheeks. "You telling me about your day, ranting about everything. Talking to me in general. It comforts me. It makes me feel like I'm home. You're my home. Your voice calms me down. And when you talk about that new artwork you've been busy with, your eyes sparkle. Its the most beautiful thing ever. I absolutely do not get tired of you talking and no, it doesn't annoy me." I pouted.

"really?" He nodded. "really jagi." He rubbed our noses together. "wanna tell me about that reunion?" I nodded and pouted before mumbling a small "yeah."

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How to mend a broken boxer

How to mend a broken boxer

✦ Boxer Lee Minho, Dancer Lee Minho, SO Much Hurt/Comfort, Strangers to Lovers, Insecurities, Han Jisung is a Sweetheart, Making Out, Injuries, Convenience Stores, Falling in Love, Healing

✦ Written for the Minsung Ficathon on Twitter

✦ Finished, 38k

✦ Rated M

[strayontheroad]

in museums

[quokkimon]

mine all mine

[keepswingin]

Challenge time!! Write a stand alone scene with 143 words. 😉 (I personally would prefer Minsung or Felix but you can choose whatever you want 😂)

"You're not supposed to die."

Minho huffs. The blanket he's bundled in feels stiff and heavy around his body, anchoring him to a floor that's long fallen out from beneath him. He looks up at his other half, and feels his chest twist.

"Everyone dies eventually," Minho throws back, words snapping against the bitter silence that's settled around them. Jisung's nose is red. The skin around his fingers is brittle and torn as he reaches out, months old callouses scattered across his knuckles.

The blanket shifts slightly as he finds one of Minho's hands, freezing fingers slipping against his warm palm. He should be cold like Jisung, but he isn't, fever burning him from the inside out.

"Not you," Jisung whispers, heartbroken. "Not like this."

Minho doesn't know what else to say.

There's nothing left to say, when he's never felt more alive.

[creamybinne]

⛓️ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

a deadly heart 1/2

TW!WARNING: this has a mention of gore and dead bodies. this relationship shown here is abusive and a halfway onesided love.

remember everything written is fake and used for entertainment, purpose only !

a cold, never ending rain poured over jisung milky skin as the cold feel of metal pulled the boy slowly out of unconsciousness. the disgusting smell of rot and decay filled his nose. his mind was fuzzy as he tried to shift, and found himself unable to move, metal wrapped tightly around him. panic settled over his mind. his fingers twitched as he tried desperately to push away the pain, an unwelcoming warmth falling over him briefly. the cold iron metal digging into his skin and muscle. metal clinging to his arms and legs, around his neck.

he tried to jerk, only to wince as the band around his neck dug into the back of it. his eyes snapped open, some sort of liquid falling onto his body as he took in what was around him. the uncomfortable constant dripping down his back made jisung feel sick, his body trembling as his mind raced. what happened? why was he here? jisung groaned as he heard nails scraping the wall. but no one was in the room. the boy shook his head, so desperately not to hear THOSE noises. it brings back so many memories as he tries to forget them for so many years.

however... he heard them anyway.

screams...?

a voice broken let out a piercing scream, they were desperately calling for mercy. the crunching and ripping, the screams and squelches, the trembling of earth and pain of metal... the burning of unhealed wounds... it all crashed down over him.

"NO—GET AWAY"

"GET AWAY"

"IM SORRY"

thoses exact words were running through jisung’s mind. was he next? what was going to happen to her? He had to get out. with thoughts running through his head, he scanned the room. his vision was getting blurry each moment of panic.

CRASH

jisung’s head turned right to the noise. something tumbling down the stairs. jisung couldn't do anything. it was a body. he caught a glimpse of the body's sweet face amongst him. It was his boyfriend . chan.? bang...? chan?

bangchan..

bangchan’s stomach and his upper body was only attached by a few amounts of flesh that lay in a small growing pool of blood. he wanted to scream. To scream to where his lungs burst or until he is left sobbing and whimpering on the floor. but he couldn't, he couldn't even get a peep out with his throat so dry. his breath came in shallow gasps, chest rising and falling rapidly as if the weight of his fear threatened to suffocate himself.

jisung’s heart pounded against his chest, a thunderous, dangerous beat that reverberated through his body, matching the rhythm of his escalating panic. he wanted to throw up. He needs to. he couldn't bear the sight. his own boyfriend. DEAD. upon him. him of all. until he heard footsteps.

CLACK

CLACK CLACK.

jisung looked up to where the stairs were. where the sound was coming. the shoes made a rhythmic click, which echoed across through the shallow walls. His heart beared in his chest as his baby hair stuck to his forehead. "d-darling ?"

a boy’s voice called out.

who was he calling darling too? couldn't have been him? but the voice got dangerously louder and clearer as a tall slender male stood in front of the boy. he was wearing a black v neck, almost into a crop top. his brown hair was beautiful and long, up to his shoulders and pulled away from his face, gathered and secured at the back of her head with a black clip. only his bangs remind in front of his face, covering part of his eyes. but jisung remembers that face. that same expression he saw from the corner of his eye when walking home.

when entering his home.

when eating at a cafe.

when he entered school.

"w-who are you?" quavered jisung as he watched the boy's lips form a small pout. "you don't remember me? i am your classmate. try and guess!" he fumbled his hands behind him as jisung was left dumbfounded. "i-i don't know you, whether your in my class or not, fuck,ugh let me go!" jisung pulled from the chain only to groan and wince from the pain.

the boy tsked as he shook his head in disbelief. "i-its me minho! you gave me your umbrella about... 51 weeks ago!" minho chirped but jisung’s face twisted in disgust. why and how did she remember that was 51 weeks ago?

"d-did you.. kill..." jisung couldn't even finish the sentence. the word kill already felt sour on his tongue. "oh.. him? in fact, dear i didd!~" the boy sang. jisung’s stomach aches. it was a whole roller coaster. "i’m sorry darling b-but i cannot help but be jealous when you talk to other people. especially that.. bitch.." he kicked the lifeless body on the floor. tears poured into jisung eyes as he bit his lips in tears.

"oh darling don't cry, I-I have a game for us!" minho swooned, pulled out a key from his back pocket. "lets play hide and seek? wanna hear the rules?" jisung’s breathing got heavier as he glared at the boy.

"hm, okay. here’s this, you’ll have 2 hours to hide. if you win then i’ll turn myself in to the police and you'll go home! If I win..." minho paused and just giggled as he walked over behind jisung chain's and unlocked it. "i’ll tell you later~" minho pushed the boy, making him shriek. "i’ll start counting to.. hm 20! 1...2...3..." his counting faded slowly as jisung ran up the stairs. he wasted no time.

the game had begun.

or has it already begun?

part 1 completed

𓈒 ୭ৎ 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙮𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚. ۪ ݁ 𓈒

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Minho: I'm back on my bullshit. Jisung, grabbing his hand: No... WE’RE back on OUR bullshit.

[echo-rambles]

minsung au where they just recently start dating after years and years of pining and yearning and 'it's reciprocated they're both just idiots' vibes, and they spend some time trying to figure out how to tell the others and wondering how they'll react. minho is sure that they have some sort of betting pool going on because he would too if the situations were reversed and jisung thinks they must already suspect something, and felix is just waiting for the perfect moment to ambush him about it.

none of their predictions could sufficiently prepare them for the actual reaction when jisung finally just blurts out "we have something to tell you! about us... together..." while gripping minho's hand.

immediately hyunjin gasps and asks felix "wait did we forget their anniversary?"

"what? no. definitely not. it's in august."

"no it's not, my birthday's in august." changbin chimes in. "their anniversary is july."

chan makes a confused little noise. "it's definitely in april."

"no no, I think changbin-hyung is right, it's july."

"thank you innie."

"I think it's this month." seungmin adds to the conversation, tone dry as he smiles at them both. it's the smile of someone who knows things.

"no way, it can't be! we'd know if it was this month."

"oh, maybe they're finally doing something for their anniversary, like finally inviting us to celebrate with them."

"for the first time in years? doubtful."

"what the fuck." jisung mumbles, mostly to himself, and minho just cackles.

[chronorawr]

Madam

summary: 1960's, Minho and Jisung meet in a Mexico bathed in gold and cinema, music and dance, but a pair of ladies' heels resonate in the void of a hidden relationship.

word count: 2,715.

tags: Dancer Lee Minho / Singer Han Jisung / Mexico / Alternate Universe - 1960s / Mentioned Migration / Pretend Relationship / Jealous Han Jisung / Lack of Communication / Implied/Referenced Cheating but not Cheating / Secret Relationship / Title from a Yuridia song / Miscommunication / Background Relationships / Possessive Han Jisung / Historical Inaccuracy / Translation

inspiration song

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The lights of the city were beginning to awaken, with the sun beginning its journey to its lair for the next 12 hours in which its lover was in charge of safeguarding the people who danced in the silver light of its reflection.

The streets of Mexico City seemed to be filled with a magical light when the stars began to decorate the blue sky, everything disappeared like a summer dream, the few cars that circulated through the Historic Center went away to their homes, like a flashing carousel in a Christmas decoration.

From among the trees a figure walked towards the Palacio de Bellas Artes, the branches swayed carefully as if they were trying not to hurt him with the simple act of swinging, the veil of stars rained from between the leaves bathing his skin kissed by the sun, his brown hair fell softly over his forehead, swirling gracefully as he moved making him look like an angel. Every step he took brought him closer and closer to the majestic building, its windows emanated a warm glow and he could perceive the distant sound of the music that was being played inside the premises, the young man who was now able to be enveloped by the art that was there. He felt his puffy cheeks blush with cold.

His steps seemed heavy, as if Mictlantecuhtli himself would accompany him at the end of his path on earth. Maybe there was no blood from this beautiful land in him, but they had welcomed his family when they didn't know where else to go, making him feel tequila and mezcal running through his veins. He adjusted his thick glasses over his large eyes, sometimes people looked at him knowing he was different, his skin was also bronze but there was something different about him, and he understood it when he didn't see anyone similar to him or his family in the room. theater or cinema, much less in his passion, music.

He always dreamed of being an opera singer, bringing his voice to every person who could listen to him and understand why he did it, being the representation of his people in the great reflectors of the world, being the star in the deep sky of a thousand hopeful glances; but he was afraid, he believed that he would not be accepted by the confused looks of the people.

That was until he saw him.

Lee MinHo... That was his name.

He found in that young and talented dancer an inspiration to continue singing, to continue dreaming, and without a doubt, to continue loving.

Although he had continued his career as a singer after seeing an incredible Japanese actor playing someone from that land where he grew up and lived, and being amazed by his work and performance, it was not until he attended a dance performance in the building to which he was arriving, he felt the burning passion of art in his veins again, his heart beat again with the intensity of the sun and he wished, more than ever, to be able to sing about love.

It was a night of cloudy skies and a few days before the new moon, some of his friends from the opera and orchestra with which he was beginning to perform took him to the presentation of one of the most magnificent dance groups in the country. A day had passed since her birthday, that September 15, 1963 he had met the flame of an eternal fire, as if it were what he wished for when he blew out her candles, that night he met the man who would change his world, he would meet the love of her life. Amalia Hernández's Mexican Folkloric Ballet would perform at the Palacio de Bellas Artes, where he once dreamed of singing, delighting the world with his voice, entering in some way he wanted and this time he would achieve it.

And there he was, inside the high white walls, dressed to the nines, waiting for life to fill his veins and lungs, when he saw him... he was an angel. An angel dressed in vibrant colors and unmatched beauty, his golden skin sparkled with the lights of the room, as if the stars wanted to decorate him with their light.

During the performance he could not take his eyes off that majestic man, his movements were as beautiful as the flashes of an eternal sun, alive and passionate, full of a power that nothing and no one can match, his heart beat strongly every time he observed his mischievous smile.

He did not know when he walked until he found himself in the dressing room of that dancer with the feline face, he could not control his hand when he took the knob and turned it after knocking on the door and receiving a response inviting him to come in, he could not even clearly understand the moment. in which those agile hands were already on his waist caressing him carefully while his cheeks began to burn. He was just there, in front of that talented man, feeling good... as good as when he sang in front of people.

There was something in the way he studied his face and body, his gaze was so deep and even though he didn't know him he was so affectionate, he just felt more than he could ever feel.

That was his first meeting, surrounded by musical notes, mischievous lips and a passion that ate him alive, the traces of that meeting never left his skin, like marks of a burn from the sun's rays on a blank canvas. Those memories did not leave his mind either, he woke up wanting to hear the dancer's voice filling the room where he slept only with the shadow of a half-awakened love, he longed to feel the artist's playful fingers tracing every curve in and out of his figure on his naked skin, a palace of memories created from the moments they began to share from that night on, that meeting marked their lives forever.

They had been talking for a few months, they had left behind the carnal relationship that only existed, the depth of their contact made them take hold of each other's souls, becoming entangled and drowning in each other's existence, knowing every corner of their mind and body... and although it had all started Just for the excitement of exploring their bodies, the hours full of laughter and discoveries were more important to them than anything outside their bubble of attraction and interest.   They knew each other, and they did it very well, he knew it, but... a few days ago when he was walking near the place where he had finally arrived, he saw that broad but delicate back walking nearby, he felt the need to run and cling to that waist that he loved to caress while the owner of his heartbeat rehearsed for his presentations and asked him to sing in his skin, although he was already accompanied, at his side, a woman with golden locks took him by the arm, her head leaning lightly on his man's right shoulder, he was his partner... what was he doing walking with a lady, when he had never mentioned that there was another person in his life? He didn't want to make a scene in broad daylight, much less when he noticed that other people were with the couple, some gray hair was beginning to paint their mustaches and curls, their skin decorated with wrinkles, they didn't deserve to see the disaster the man who lied to him would face if he caught him in his tricky ways, and she… she had to know what was happening, she had to know that he was his to love.

That was why he was in that place, with his best clothes and with the words in his hand, tonight she would know what was happening between the two of them, he knew that saying it would be difficult but he was prepared to receive the consequences of that sin, the consequences of loving him and the desire of him been only his.

In front of the doors of the beautiful palace there was a group of people, they were wearing long stunning dresses and perfectly tailored suits, the way they dressed was incredible, even in the eyes of someone who constantly had encounters with people from that social stratum, it still impressed him, it was intimidating to say the least. The fingers of his hands felt numb, the fear that seemed to anticipate a strong altercation was coming to life through his extremities... maybe he shouldn't have done it, but, he couldn't let that situation go unnoticed, he didn't know if he should talk about it with Minho first, before facing the woman who was being deceived by both of them, but he also wanted to make it clear to the lady that he and only he could fill the dancer's heart; maybe he would know what to do when he meets either lover.

His heart raced when he saw in the crowd a blonde head that was difficult to forget, her tanned skin shone like the late sunset glimpses in a beautiful bay with that emerald dress and her movements were so attractive that they seemed to bewitch you into her orbit so that anyone will gravitate towards her. His breathing stopped a little when he noticed that he was not so far from the woman who was accompanying her boyfriend, it was like meeting the queen after having kissed the king in the living room after a royal banquet, he being a simple royal knight; He felt that his heart could burst out of his chest at any moment and he would flee to the nearest avenue and throw himself into the surrounding cars, hoping for a better path than the love that seemed to end him.

"Excuse me," he cleared his throat, after looking at a ring decorating her beautiful hand "madam."

"Yeah?" The woman turned gracefully on her high shoes. "How can I help you, sir?"

He felt his legs tremble when those deep, dark eyes looked at him carefully, as if an eagle would look at its prey before eating it in one bite, analytical and calm, but always intimidating. He noticed that in the hand where she was wearing the ring, which could be presumed to be a diamond, she was holding a cigarette holder with her respective cigarette, playing with it on her perfectly red makeup lips.

"I would like to talk to you about Lee Minho" He savored that name as he had before he had delighted in his kisses. ", I think you know that name."

"Oh, of course I know who you're talking about, sweetheart." Her previously monotonous voice was filled with mischief as she said the last word.

The young man felt his cheeks burn at the tone with which the woman in front of him referred to him, he did not want anyone to speak to him like that, even less when he wanted to make it clear who was who in that strange relationship that seemed to exist, he tried to contain the words that wanted to escape from his lips but it was in vain, soon his tongue had no brakes and he lost his composure.

"It's good that you know him, ma'am... he is my partner. I don't know what kind of relationship you have with the gentleman, but he and I are committed to a serious relationship, and I wouldn't want anyone to interfere with what we have built."

"Oh, sweetheart, are you Mr. Han Jisung? Minho told me about you." The man interrupted her before she could add anything else.

"Yes, I am the man he told you about... I wouldn't want to hurt you but, he is mine to love, I don't know if that ring he wears on his ring finger is his but, he and I are more than everything, our souls are intertwined . Please, I ask you not to try something with him, you don't deserve to be hurt."

The beautiful woman's eyes opened at such words, and then closed slightly when she a smile formed on her face, was she making fun of him? What did she find funny about the situation? Didn't she understand the seriousness of the situation?

"Oh Jisung," She approached the singer a little, taking his cold hands. "we've been married for a few months now."

He felt his world break, how was that possible if a few nights ago the man he loved had promised to live next to his in this and the lives they still had to live? Was it possible to make those loving promises with an empty soul?

He could only stammer out a broken “What?” before he felt his vision blur, he couldn't believe it, he didn't want to believe it, he wouldn't.

The warm hands that were still holding him pulled him lightly into a hug. Was the woman his partner had a marriage with hugging him? Why was she doing it? He was the person they cheated on her with every day she had spent since her marriage, so she shouldn't have to feel empathy for him, should she?

"Jisung, it's not what you think," She gently pushed him so he could look at him. "Minho and I are married but he loves you."

"Eh?" The young man only managed to say, he didn't know if she was lying to him so that he wouldn't cry in front of all those people or if she was telling him the truth.

"Really, honey, he and I are married to keep up appearances, we are great friends… We both have a partner outside of the relationship, he talks to me about you, how I talk to him about her." She turned his face looking for someone else among the sea of wealthy people.

A female figure approached the scene after a sign from her boyfriend's wife, her scarlet dress contrasted with the dress that her companion was wearing, it made them look like two majestic deities, her skin the color of gold and her hair as black as the night made her unique in anyone's eyes... then he noticed that she was wearing an identical necklace to the blonde lady who was still holding his hand. The women embraced each other warmly, as if they wanted to merge into a single soul and body... just as he and Minho did.

He had been completely wrong.

He apologized to the lady who had intertwined his destiny with the love of his life, so that they could be free together... he felt so ashamed for behaving in such a childish way without knowing what was happening, he wanted to disappear at that moment, never to see her again, never to see all those people, to never come back…

Until his waist was embraced by such large and soft hands.

"Were you waiting for me?" A voice he knew perfectly purred in his ear. "Why didn't you go into the dressing room? You know the way, don't you?"

The contact was brief, as if it had never happened, he knew that people would not understand it, but he wanted more, he wanted to be dragged to hell by the warmth of his partner's body on his, his wet kisses all over his neck, by his words and ideas that took him beyond the limits of what was known, he wanted to be everything with Minho and for everyone to know it.

"I think you've already met Claudia, forgive me for not telling you about her before, I swear I'll make it up to you, love."

"Minho... you must tell me everything, I love you and you know that I will understand everything that happens around you, no matter what it is," Jisung pleaded, looking his partner in the eyes, "just trust me."

"Forgive me, Jisung, don't cry for this, please, my swallow." Regardless of who was looking at them, the oldest hugged the singer in his arms. "Something like this will never happen again, we will be free. You and me."

[sunwoowrites]

Best Friends?

Part 1

Y/n x BangChan

fem!reader

angst, comfort.

TW: swearing, self-degrading

I used to be your best friend. Used to. Just stop sulking y/n. I sighed as I stared at my phone screen. Our chats were dry. The very few texts resembling tumbleweeds across a desert. He doesn't fucking care about you, you know. I know. I switched my phone off and pulled the duvey cover over my head. I should say hi. Its 3 am he won't reply. He will. He works late doesn't he. How would you know. He doesn't speak to you anymore. Touché.

I pulled the duvet off. But its worth trying? And if he doesn't reply, you'll just end up being the needy slut you are. A tear rolled down my cheek. I'm not a needy slut. Sure.

Y/n

Heyyy...Its been a minute. How are you?

Attention whore. Shut up.

I stared at the screen. Its been like a month since we last texted and it wasn't even a proper convo...we would text all the time. I sighed. What happened to us. He got tired of you.

Channie

Hey Y/n. I've been okay. You're up late.

He replied. Out of pity. He sounds like he's sick and tired of you. He isn't. Oh really? Ask him whats he been up to. Or better yet tell him that you're up thinking about how he hasn't messaged. That you're always thinking about him. That you're in love with him. Tch. In love with someone who is hardly even your friend. Matter fact doesn't even want to be. Shut up. Shut up. Shut the fuck up. I wept silently. Soaking my pillow with tears and snot, mustering the all in me to type out a reply.

Y/N

yeah couldn't sleep. So what you been up to.

Channie

Here and there. Mostly in the studio. You know how it is.

Y/N

yeah I know...

Channie

So...anything new?

Wow. He's bored. Boy am I surprised. Shut up. I sniffled. It hurts. Of course it does. Everything hurts for you. You weak little bitch. Go away. Oh but I won't.

Y/n

Not really no. You're probably busy. I should leave you to your work. Sorry Channie|

Channie? You've got guts. He's not yours you know. He probably has someone better. A new bestfriend, or girlfriend. How could you even possibly think that he'd like you? That he would care for someone as low as you. He deserves someone pretty don't you think? Someone smart. Someone like him. I know....you have no right calling him that.

Y/N

Not really no. You're probably busy. I should leave you to your work. Sorry Chan.

Channie

Y/n? Is something up?

You're such a whore for everyones attention aren't you y/n. Tell him.

Look I know we don't talk much but you're still my best friend. You can talk to me you know.

Oh the pity.

Y/n?

Y/n

Channie...

Channie

You at home? I'm coming. Wait right there angel. I'll be right there okay?

oh see what you've done. Now he has to drive here late at night because you can't take care of yourself. You're useless. Please stop.

Y/n

You don't have to do that Channie. I'm fine. I promise.

Channie

I'm on my way y/n. You wait for me.

I sighed and sat up. I got out of the bed and went into the kitchen. Tears still rolling down my cheeks. I took out the best friend mugs I bought with channie, We are best friends. were. Right. We were...

I made two cups of tea and took out biscuits, layed then on a plate while sniffling. I stumbled back into my bedroom, putting on my slippers and went back to the kitchen. I moved the things to the coffee table one by one. Everything seems to just fall apart these days. How dramatic.

I heard a knock on the door. I walked so fast as if i walked any slower he'd leave. I typed out the passcode and opened the door. "y/n" Chan breathed out.

I looked up at him, eyes and nose red, still sniffling and tears still falling uncontrollably now. "hey channie." I mumbled moving to the side. "come in." He frowned but still came in changing his shoes. "you made tea?" I shrug my shoulders. "yeah i'm sorry, its weird...." He turned and I hiccuped. "Don't apologise angel. Its not weird its just. You know you dont have to do this all for me. I'm your best friend." I moved to sit on the couch. "are you....?" I whispered out. "what?" He sat down next to me.

"are we still best friends?" I looked at him and sniffled.

[nj-in]

happy 2 week anniversary!!!!! I’ve used MediBang for two weeks now that’s crazy 🤯 here’s all my art in the span of 2 weeks (average of like 2-4 hours each, if it’s rendered/colored)

11 artworks: so basically drawing a lot idk 🤷

uh so hope you like them :]

[skz-vla]

Home is where the flame burns brightest

Home is where the flame burns brightest

✦ Dragons, Strangers to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Angst w/ a Happy Ending, Falling in Love, Accidental Dragon Acquisition, Sharing a Bed/Body Heat ✦ Minsung ✦ Finished, 25k ✦ Rated T

[yeshyung]

NEW(ish) FIC ALERT!!!!!!

“You didn’t,” Hyunjin laughs, walking toward the dartboard. Jisung suddenly feels embarrassed. “It’s motivation.” “You’re obsessed with him.” Jisung lets out an offended sound. “I’m throwing sharp objects at his face!” “Throw darts at it all you want, but you still printed out his picture and hung it on your wall.”

or

Minho and Jisung are art students embroiled in a heated rivalry. But the lines between love and hate, like the lines of modern art, are painfully fine.

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