#ah-yeon tag

[gl-saveme]

Fingers crossed Friendly Rivalry leads to more GL kdramas🤞🏼so here are 10 kdrama actresses I would die to see as GL leads that nobody asked for

Bona (Kim Ji Yeon)

Nana (Im Jin Ah)

Seol In Ah

Shin Hye Sun

Jeon Jong Seo

Lee Ho Jung

Go Yoon Jung

Kim Go Eun

Jo Yu Ri

Han So Hee

Disclaimer: Kim Tae Ri and Lee Hye Ri obviously lol

[gotaksboyfie]

Hi I!! I just wanted to say how much I absolutely adore your writing— I may or may not have binged all your stories in one night because I got completely lost in your writing hehe. If it’s not too much trouble, I’d love to make a little request! ❤️

could you please do a sieun x reader where we the reader leaves cute little notes in his textbooks after studying together? :3 I feel like it’d be cute, maybe something like little words of encouragement or small explanations to make some difficult concepts easier !! 🫶🫶

study buddy

gif creds: @seolinguk

pairing yeon sieun x gender neutral reader

summary you and sieun study together, and have a silent way of communicating with each other

word count ~600

warnings/tags fluff

being rank 2 in the school wasn't all that hard, not with a study partner like yeon sieun.

sieun didn't talk much, was emotionless most of the time, and literally only ate and drank when absolutely necessary. he was a living studying machine.

his methods were more to make studying more efficent—sieun's words, not yours—but you think he's just burning himself into the ground. it can't be healthy, min-maxxing studying like this.. he's already naturally smart, so what the hell is he doing all this for?

he’s focused. intense, even. he rarely speaks unless it’s to ask a question (extreme rare) or point something out. but you can feel his eyes drifting over sometimes, watching the way you take notes with colorful pens, how you underline things with little stars and write silly ramblings in the margins.

still, it was nice to study with him. his neat notes organized everything into sections that made it easier to grasp concepts. not to mention he would never let you slack off—always pushing you to stay on top of it with no break.

you stared blankly at your calculus homework while sieun was already working on his chemistry II work. differential equations made no sense, how did sieun already finish the homework?

"sieun-ah, can i see the homework? and the notes for differential equations?" you sighed, putting your pencil down. the numbers weren't adding up, so might as well refresh on the concept.

you flip through his notebook, and even his handwriting is completely straight. it's looks like he printed it out, but small ink smudges prove otherwise.

tearing off a small pink sticky note, you decide to leave him some encouragement. hopefully he'd enjoy it, and not just toss it out the next day.

fighting!ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ you got this sieunnie ☆

he doesn’t mention it the next day. doesn’t spare a second glance at you. but the note is still there, standing out against the monochrome background.

so you keep going. it turns into a small habit. you start leaving similar messages of encouragement, explanations, and even dumb jokes.

he doesn't react or say anything, but you swear you can see the smallest quirk of his lips as he reads over your latest one.

what's a math's teachers favorite dessert? π (￢‿￢ )

one day, you ask for his notes again to double check something. as you open it, you see all your notes neatly taped side by side on one page.

remember.. even geniuses have to take breaks sometimes! ╮(︶︿︶)╭ go drink some water!

you forgot to plug this rule in, you doofus :P

yeon sieun you want to buy me tteokbokki sooo bad right now ꩜꩜

[bad sketch of him studying] <3

(・_・)! i did not know you could solve it like that..

you laugh to yourself. it was silly, just a few lines scribbled in messy ink and hidden between practice problems. but he saved them. all of them. and maybe he didn’t know how to say things aloud, but the way he kept your words close made your heart flutter.

sieun's ears were dusted pink as you handed it back to him, and his face looked slightly embarrassed.

you opened your own notebook to see a ripped piece of paper with writing on it. there's no way, right?

Thank you.

you glance up and his head ducks down quicky, eyes fixed on anything but you. (so much for being subtle sieun..)

you read over the note again. it was just two words, but they felt like thousands—especially since they were coming from sieun.

maybe studying wasn't so bad with him around.

fin

a/n so short im sorry😭

[frost-queen]

Collide (Reader x Lee Rang)

Requested by: anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @floatlosers, @alex–awesome–22, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly , @denkisclown, @wildiefleur , @meyocoko , @subjecta13-thefangirl , @m-rae23, @melsunshine  , @venomsvl , @the-uncoordinated-house-cat , @rosecentury , @evilcr0ne , @vviolynn , @niktwazny303 , @avada-kedrava-bitch-187, @erikasurfer , @slythetic  , @eliscannotdance, @p0nycurtis, @slythetic, @bitchybananaflower, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr

Summary: Lee Rang finds himself outside your work place whilst confronting Yeon. When you see him, you decide to sneak up on him & surprise him. Unaware his brother Yeon is present as well. Acting all lovely, which comes to a surprise to him as it has always been a low profile.

His gaze was fixated on his screen. A tiny smile hiding in the corner of his lips. His eyes going over the same text numerous times. Your name clear at the top. Finding himself go back to it just to relive the moment when he first received it. Unintentionally wanting to bottle the feeling. A simple but a typical text from you that made him smile. Smile at how silly you could sometimes be. Finding you funny even when you weren’t trying. Some cherry blossoms twirled down before his hands. Making him blow at it before it could land on his hand or phone.

Becoming aware of a presence, made him slowly turn his head. Smile faltering with annoyance. – “Aish.” – he said tugging his phone away. In the empty lane stood his older brother. Lee Yeon. – “Rang.” – he called out. Rang scratched the back of his head vigorously, getting up from the bench he had been sitting on. – “What do you want.” – he replied, turning his posture away from him. Walking off in the other direction.

Tugging a hand in his pocket. – “Rang!” – Yeon repeated calling out louder to him. He sighed, looking bothered away when he his younger brother wasn’t listening. Still walking off. Yeon clicked his tongue annoyed before going after him. Keeping a firm pace but almost catching up with him. – “Lang-ah, we need to talk.” – Yeon spoke walking just a few paces behind his brother. – “Then talk.” – Rang replied not slowing down.

Yeon rolled his eyes that his brother wasn’t taking the time to stop and listen. – “I’m sure you have something to scold at me for again.” – Rang filled the brief silence with a follow-up. Leaving the park, taking a mindless turn. Greenery changing for buildings and roads.  – “Ya!” – Yeon called out, struck with sensitivity. Pausing briefly, fist raised.

Moving it with a tensing of his muscles, needing to withhold himself from giving his young brother a beating for trash-talking like that. – “Am I wrong?” – Rang added with a smirk. Knowing just how to rile his older brother up. Yeon moved his fist a bit back with a scolding expression. Sucking in a breath between his teeth. Rang moved his hand over his head, waving him away without a glance. Going down the road. Taking another turn at a new block.

“I wasn’t done.” – Yeon called out coming after him again. Hurrying up a bit up before slowing his tempo down once more. Remaining two steps behind him. Rang took another mindless turn, not having acknowledged his brother once with a gaze. Ignoring him as he followed like a desperate dog. – “Ji-a.” – Yeon called out to get a reaction from his brother. Rang didn’t stop, turning into another street.

Yeon went after him continuing to yap about her and something he accused his brother off for doing to her. Lee Rang kept ignoring it. Bubbling it up till he finally reached his boiling point. Coming to a firm stop. Turning around angrily. – “Ya!” – he called out to silence his brother. – “Michyeosseo!” – shouting back at losing his patience. He approached his brother, poking his finger at his chest. – “I have better things to do than torment your friend!”

Yeon scoffed loud, not believing him. – “I know you!” – Yeon responded. Rang laughed at that. Trying to hide the fact that deep down it hurt a bit that his brother saw him that way. Still did. – “Whatever you accuse me off, I didn’t taunt her!” – Rang made clear. – “Why even?” – Rang puffed at the end of sentence.

“To torment me.” – Yeon accused him. Rang licked his underlip subtle, looking away. – “Did she lie to you that it was me?” – he asked. Yeon remained silent. His silence was enough to make Rang laugh hard once. – “You haven’t even asked her. You just assumed.” – Rang responded, moving his hands to his hips.

Exhaling loud, you moved your chair back from your desk. Stretching your arms out above your head. Squealing soft with your stretch, head slightly turning. – “Mwo?” – you said in surprise doing a double take. Rolling your chair closer towards the window that stretched from ceiling to floor. Grabbing the railings of your chair. Blinking surprisingly seeing him stand outside your workplace. Just a bit out of sight.

A smile curled up, making you bite your thumb bashfully. Was he here to surprise you? The thought alone made you all giddy. Too excited to continue working. Letting your gaze bounce thoughtfully around, you wondered what to do. Rolling a bit back to your desk, you reached for your phone. Fingers hovering over the screen. Debating if you should text him or call him. Then again if it was a surprise, you shouldn’t ruin it with a stupid text or call.

Placing your phone back, you eyed the clock. Knowing it would be lunch break in half an hour. Looking around, you saw your co-workers still busy. Knee trembling with excitement, you couldn’t sit still. Fighting the urge till it became too unbearable. Taking your phone, you got up. Bowing your head at your co-workers. They barely batted an eye thinking you might just go to the restroom.

Once in the hallway, you hurried towards the elevators. Jumping in one of them the last second. The doors closing behind you. Patiently waiting till the elevator reached the lowest floor. Hurrying out, not caring if you bumped against some people. Panting softly as you pushed the doors open. Greeted by a soft breeze once you felt the sunlight on your face. A welcoming gesture after being couped up inside all morning.

Coming to a brief pause, there he was. Back towards you. Smiling giddy, you ran up to him. – “Rang-ah!” – you called out wrapping your arms around him from behind. The sudden gesture made him jump out of his skin. – “Rang-ah did you come to surprise me.” – you said in a sugary sweet tone. Swaying his body a bit in your embrace. – “Rang-ah.” – you repeated in the sweetest tone, calling him with an affectionate tone in your voice.

Your eyes widened seeing a person move his body to the side, coming in your view. – “Annyeon Y/n.” – Yeon spoke. His sudden appearance made you gasp loud, arms dropping immediately from around Rang. – “Joesonghamnida.” – you let out, bowing deep immediately. Not aware that Yeon was here as well. Having thought it was only Rang. Yeon’s gaze went to his brother. Wanting an explanation. Rang touched his ear shyly. Avoiding his gaze.

You nervously dared to look at Rang. Begging for forgiveness with your eyes. Whatever was going on between the two of you had always been a low profile. Now it was outed so blatantly because of you. Rang’s gaze went to his brother. Seeing the soft glare in his eyes. Rang mimicked his glare. Sensing the tension between the brothers, you felt it wasn’t your place to be here. Bowing your head at them, you shuffled a few steps back.

Taking your distance from them to disappear quietly. Lifting your upper body up, you turned around, ready to leave when a grip kept you in place. Stopping you with force, being pulled back by Rang. He let go of your wrist, wrapping an arm around you. Scooting you closer against him. – “Taunting Ji-a has not even crossed my mind.” – he told his brother, making it clear it wasn’t him. Rang then turned his head, looking down at you. – “For my mind could only think of her.” – he confessed touching your chin with his thumb.

You blinked surprised back at him. He had never acted so openly towards you. It was always in secret and small gestures. – “Alright, alright.” – Yeon responded waving his hand to the front. Rang looked at his brother with a silly smile. Yeon sighed soft, touching his forehead thoughtfully.

Pushing his hand without a glance back at you to let you know it was alright. You slipped away from Rang, going up to Yeon. Surprising him with a hug. Yeon sighed bothered at the sudden affection. – “Be gentle with him.” – you whispered to him. Yeon sighed again, patting his hand against your back. A double meaning. Wanting you to let go and a promise. You let go of him, stepping back to Rang.

Yeon shook his head at his brother with a deep sigh. Acting like he was unbothered. Yet deep down he was glad for his brother to have found someone that truly understood him. Rang turned more towards you, holding you both by your hands.

“You need to go back inside.” – he urged you, knowing you were still on the clock. You hummed soft but with some disappointment. – “Come pick me up after work?” – you asked. Rang hummed with a nod.

Getting on the tips of your toes, you snuck a quick kiss against his cheek before he could fully understand what was happening. Staring in shock in front of him, you let go of him, running back inside. Yeon sighed loud patting his brother on his back. Motioning with his head to leave.

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[seangelfish]

"Can you peel me an orange?" (w/ BAE)

Featured Characters: Allen Sugasano, Hajun Yeon, Anne Faulkner ♡ Tags: Fluff, established relationships, no mention of pronouns ♡ Word count: 1,184 ♡ Synopsis: Inspired by the Orange Peel test that's going around the internet lately, but this time with BAE! Click here for Kanata's version.

🍊 ALLEN SUGASANO

It was around 10pm when you asked him to peel you an orange. You had gotten this idea from a video Anne showed you, so you were curious about how Allen would react especially when he was busy writing new music.

But you did feel kind of bad asking him to do this now, when he was so concentrated and in his element. However, you knew this was the perfect opportunity to do so.

"...Huh?" Confusion was scribbled on his face, but he didn't put his pen down, so you assumed he wasn't listening.

"Allen, could you please peel me an orange?" you repeated.

Still not stopping his rhythm, he replied, "What...? Why can't you do it?"

You could tell he was just genuinely confused by how his eyebrows were raised.

"Are your hands okay?" he continued, looking up at you. "Let me see them–"

"What? No, they're fine!" you laughed. "It's okay, you don't have to."

You weren't too upset at his reaction to this test. After all, he was busy and 'in his zone', so you decided to just leave it at that.

Allen stopped for a moment as if he was thinking about something. If he rejected your request, would you be disappointed in him? Maybe your hands do hurt, but you didn't want to admit it. Or perhaps it was just something a boyfriend should do for his lover? 'Yeah, it's probably that...' he thought.

He stood up from his seat and headed over to the kitchen. He grabbed an orange and washed it before peeling it. He was rather quiet about it as if he was pouring all his concentration on this one simple task.

"Well, here you go, (Y/N)!" he exclaimed happily once he was finished peeling. "That was random, but I hope you enjoy!"

You instantly smiled at this, appreciating how cute and kind your boyfriend was. "Thank you, Allen," you said softly. "I love you."

"Mm, no problem! I love you too, (Y/N)."

Allen was already back in his seat, scribbling away at his notebook. You couldn't just leave him here to himself after he kindly accepted your request, so you kept him company the whole night, feeding him pieces of your orange before drifting into a peaceful slumber.

🍊 HAJUN YEON

You had just returned home from a long day of work, annoyed but still upbeat. After all, your boyfriend Hajun was here to greet you with one of his sweetest smiles.

"Ah, welcome back, (Y/N). How's your day been?" he asked you, looking up from a sheet of paper that he was previously scanning.

"It could've been better," you answered with a yawn.

However, this time, Hajun didn't greet you with his usual hugs or kisses. You wondered why until you noticed the orange he was eating.

"Hmm... I want an orange too," you said nonchalantly.

"Sure, go ahead and get one."

"Aw, but Hajun... could you not peel one for me, please~?" you playfully begged as you clasped your hands together in a way to get him to oblige. "I've been having a rough day so it would be nice if you could do that for me!"

You were just joking, but when Hajun wouldn't move from his seat and then stated you could peel an orange yourself because 'you were perfectly capable of doing so', it ticked you off.

"Come on, Hajun... You're my boyfriend..."

"Are you really that dependent on me, (Y/N)? Haha, how cute..."

He was clearly making fun of you with his lighthearted jokes. You just weren't in the mood for that today and because of that, you got easily irritated. You didn't really want to go back and forth with him even if it was playful banter either.

“Here, an orange for you to peel yourself~” Hajun continued to joke.

You stared annoyingly at the orange he tried to give you. You rolled your eyes in response, preparing to make your leave to your room.

"Why couldn't you just peel me an orange...?" you muttered to yourself. Hajun had caught that, but before he could reply, you were already in your room.

You laid yourself on your bed, groaning into your pillow. “He’s so annoying!” you yelled, your sounds muffled by the cotton.

“Who’s annoying?” asked Hajun as he opened your door.

“You obviously.”

He chuckled and sat beside you on your bed. “Are you really that upset I didn’t peel you an orange?” he questioned, stroking your hair softly. “Is that what you really want?”

You didn’t respond.

“Please look up, (Y/N).”

You groaned again but obliged. As you lifted your head, you noticed a bowl of oranges in front of you, peeled and separated.

“There you go. An orange peeled just for you~”

You couldn’t stay mad at him. A giggle escaped your lips. Throwing a pillow at your boyfriend which he caught with his face, you finally said, “You’re so annoying, but thank you.”

As you happily began eating the oranges, Hajun watched you attentively. Maybe he should peel you more fruits from now on if that's what makes you happy.

But not after teasing you, of course!

🍊 ANNE FAULKNER

It was a chill day where you and Anne lazed around on the couch together, scrolling through your phones. A particular video had caught your eye and so you decided to test your partner on it.

"I'm hungry..." you groaned.

“Okay! Then I’ll tell Hajun to cook something up for us!” exclaimed Anne.

“No, you can’t!” you quickly refused. You didn't want to disturb Hajun especially when he had already cooked lunch for everyone a few hours ago.

"Well, you know I can't cook," said Anne.

"I know you can't," you teased which resulted in Anne tickling you in response. "Hahaha! Could you just give me an orange?"

"Haha, sure thing, love."

They jumped off the couch and walked towards the kitchen. You waited not more than a minute for them to come back to you with an orange.

Now this was the best time for you to drop the question. To ask them to peel that orange for you. The video that caught your interest earlier mentioned the orange peel test where you tested your partner in doing a simple task for you. You wondered whether Anne would peel you an orange or not. You didn't doubt that they would though, but it didn't hurt to try.

You began, "Oh, Anne, could you–"

Yet they interrupted you. "Wait a minute," they said.

You watched them in surprise when they started peeling the orange in front of you. Even when they kind of struggled with it, you watched your partner in awe and love. Anne would peel an orange for you without being asked to.

"Okay, done~" they sang. "Here, love. Say ahhh~"

You giggled, playing along to their game.

"Ahhh~" you repeated as Anne plopped a piece into your mouth. It was sweet just like your partner who smiled at you brightly.

"You passed the test!" you exclaimed, eating yet another piece that Anne fed you.

"Hmm? What test?" they asked curiously.

"Hehe, don't worry about it~"

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[ofqueensandwitches]

Title: Only been here for a moment

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: 약한영웅 Class 1 | Weak Hero Class 1 (TV)

Relationships: Ahn Suho | Stephen/Yeon Sieun | Gray

Characters: Yeon Sieun | Gray, Ahn Suho | Stephen, Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Aged-Up Character(s), Domestic Fluff

Summary:

Sieun was thirty years old when his life changed.

“Ah, Yeon Sieun! There you are!” his next-door neighbour greeted him when Sieun got home from work. A child stood beside her—a little girl who looked to be around seven years old at most. She had a purple backpack on her back, and it was so comically large that Sieun wouldn’t have been surprised if she could have fit inside it.

“Mrs Go,” Sieun said politely in lieu of a greeting. “Um, is there anything I can help you with, ma’am?”

Mrs Go raised an eyebrow at him and propped her hands on her hips. “Don’t you recognise your own sister, Sieun-ah?”

[justmochi]

GOT7's Jenn To Make Acting Debut In Spin-Off Drama of "Hospital Playlist"

The wait is nearly over—”Resident Playbook” is finally coming to the small screen next month! tvN has finally revealed the final cast member.

On March 10, tvN unveiled the first teaser and poster for "Resident Playbook." The poster introduces the four first-year Obstretrics and Gynecology residents through their name tags, featuring Oh Yi Young (GOT7's Jenn), Pyo Nam Kyung (Shin Si Ah), Um Jae Il (Kang You Seok), and Kim Sa Bi (Han Ye Ji).

Jenn will make her acting debut portraying Oh Yi Young, a first-year Obstretrics and Gynecology resident at Jongro branch of Yulje Medical Center.

The newly released teaser begins with a nostalgic look at the Yulje Doctors from the original “Hospital Playlist” series including Jo Jung Suk, Jeon Mi Do, Jung Kyung Ho, Yoo Yeon Seok, and Kim Dae Myeung as well as the text, “Thank you to everyone who waited for us until now.”

The teaser previews a return to Yulje Medical Center, sharing, “The story of people who will become wise someday—begins now.” When a doctor comes looking for Oh Yi Young amongst the first-year Obstetrics and Gynecology residents, the other residents shake their head, only to later reveal Oh Yi Young hiding behind the door.

Hours after the teaser was released, Jenn went to Weverse to announce the big news.

"Were you guys surprised to see the news? I still can't believe it myself. I've wanted to pursue acting for a very long time. I took classes for several years but because my schedules were always so hectic, I never had the time to attend auditions. If I were to ever make my screen debut, I wanted it to be the best performance I could give. I poured my everything into this role and it feels like a dream come true. As I grew up with many health issues, I have such a deep respect for those in the medical field and hold it very close to my heart. Before I became an idol, one of my ambitions was to work with people and medicine. Oh Yi Young is very special to me, and I feel like I am accomplishing one of my dreams by being able to play her. I hope you love her as much as I do. Yours and only ever yours, Jenn"

“Resident Playbook” will premiere in April. Stay tuned for updates!

[kdramamilfs]

✨character wrapped 2024✨

9 favourite characters that i met (&fell in love with) in 2024 - thanks for tagging me @deankarolina ♥

row 1: oh yoon-hee (the penthouse), im jin-hee (the cursed), jung seon-ah (the devil judge)

row 2: olivia bloom (mary kills people), cho yeon-joo (one the woman), madeline scott (proven innocent)

row 3: ryu ga-eul (pale moon), jett kowalski (jett), han so-ra (eve)

tagging (if you want to & dont think its a little late for this kdjfhs) @lesbiantahani @asalesbian @sunriseverse @lonely-night @gudansoo @dykedivorce <3

[pajarinwrites]

The Perfect Set 03

➳ fem!reader x Jacob

➳ wc: 7.7k

➳ TAGS: volleyball player!jacob, college!au, best friends to lovers

➳ WARNINGS: mentions of underage drinking, Cobie has a steamy dream about reader but it's, again, pretty tame descriptions

➳ AN: it's my one year anniversary of publishing writing here, so I finally felt enough pressure to publish something; I tried finishing two pieces, but I only realise the occasion yesterday, so I didn't make it in time; enjoy this :)  

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Despite your worries, Jacob sleeping over ended up feeling like the most normal thing in the world. You shared your cereal in the morning and walked you to class, hugging you goodbye as always.

“Will I see you for lunch,” he asks and you have to shake your head with a pout on your lips.

“I promised Juyeon I’d eat with him…”

Jacob smiles, although it looks a little tight-lipped. The fight must still be a sore topic, you assume. But he reassures you that is fine and says he’ll see you tomorrow for lunch, instead. You wave until he’s around the corner, only then do you wander into your lecture building.

It’s the same dreary monologue as usual and you heave a sigh of relief when it’s finally over. You’d like to be out of the room before your professor can think of any reading he wants to assign. But you can’t scoot out of your row when someone plops down in the seat next to yours, throwing an arm over your shoulders.

“Hey, babe.” Juyeon says, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“Do you have to call me that?” You say in lieu of a greeting. He grins in response, “Just trying to get you riled up.” It earns him an exaggerated eye-roll from you.

“Why are you here already?”

“Snuck out a little early to pick you up from class,” he chirps.

“Why are you in such a good mood today?” You ask, remembering how troubled Jacob still seemed to be by the fight. How could Juyeon treat it like it was nothing, when his friend was still so upset about their argument?

“Just happy to see you, maybe?” He winks at you.

“Okay, cool. You can actually be happy to see me outside the room as well.” You insist with one eye on your professor, who’s just taken a look at his notes. The first lingering students have started leaving the room and you wish they would just walk faster. Why have they still not figured out he’ll give us reading if we stick around too long, you think in agitation.

“Why are you in such a hurry. I wanted to ask you where you wanted to eat?”

You stand up in an effort to hurry your fuck buddy out of the row of seats but he will not budge. You have half a mind to just climb over his lap but you’re sure he’d use it to cause a scene.

“I don’t really care,” you say instead, trying to pull him up.

“What are you doing?” Juyeon asks.

“Juyeon, please, for the love of god start movi—"

“Ah before I forget,” your professor says.

“Ohmyfuckinggod,” you groan.

In your opinion, Juyeon brought your terrible mood on himself. Even his offer to buy you lunch didn’t lift your spirits. You were munching on your free fries, burning holes into the table with your eyes. “Two hundred pages! Two hundred, Yeon! Until next week!”

You think you hear him mumble, ‘Not quite two hundred…’. But he’s clever enough to drop it at the glare you shoot him.

“Sorry… But I couldn’t know he’d give you that much reading,” he tries to justify, but you throw a fry at him. He picks it off his shirt and throws it into his mouth.

“Sure. Except I told you about this dude two days ago. Juyeon, I was trying to get you to leave for five minutes and you wouldn’t budge. So now we have two hundred pages of reading.”

“Okay, okay. I really am sorry. But there’s nothing I can do about it now, is there?”

“You could be a little more empathetic.”

“Am I not being empathetic right now?” You’d like to throw another fry but that will probably just end up making you even more mad. Instead, you decide to redirect your righteous anger to the most pressing issue at hand.

“Anyway, how are you today. Jacob’s been… talking about your fight.” He cocks his eyebrow as if to insinuate you’d speak anything but the truth. Maybe you even want Juyeon to be a little miserable about this. Especially with how Jacob had been acting this morning, you feel like the emotional burden of the row is unevenly distributed between participants. Juyeon shrugs, “I’m fine. Volleyball’s been getting on my nerves anyway.” 

Now it’s your turn to raise an eyebrow in disbelief.

“Sure”, you muse, “the sport you’ve been playing for almost a decade and have been super passionate about since I first met you is something you were actually sick of this entire time. I can’t believe I didn’t see the signs.”

“Okay, well maybe it didn’t get on my nerves. But I can enjoy a short break. Maybe it’ll give me room to focus on my academic achievements for once.” You snort into your milkshake, looking up at him.

“Yeah right, ‘cuz you’re always so motivated about those.” You two share a laugh that makes you appreciate how easy Juyeon is about his own shortcomings. You’re used to Jacob being too hard on himself for every little mistake he commits. Maybe Juyeon’s lazy confidence is what drew you to him in the first place. Still, his carefree attitude isn’t something you’d want to encourage. Especially not if it’s about something that is important to so many people: Juyeon himself, your best friend, their team. And in a way, it’s even in the best interest of the university and its students if you press the issue. Your volleyball team never stood a better chance at finals, after all.

So with the heavy heart of the harbinger of hard truths you say, “You shouldn’t take it this lightly, Juyeon. Jacob is actually mad at you. And even you admitted that he had a point about your lack of motivation. I know volleyball is important to you. And I know your teammates are important to you. You shouldn’t forget about that. If this is seriously what will make you throw the next match, I think you’ll regret it afterwards.” His frown had darkened with every word you uttered until he was glaring at you close to the same way you had been glaring at the table earlier.

“I don’t see why you feel like you have the right to talk down to me like that.” You want to interrupt him to reiterate that you weren’t trying to patronise him, only trying to look out for a friend, but he doesn’t give you the chance.

“You’re so entitled with your unbiased opinion. Tell you what, you’re anything but unbiased. You don’t give a shit about whether or not I want to re-join the team. You only want your bestie to be happy. You’ll always look out for him first, before you consider anyone else’s happiness.” He stands up, towering over you with an expression hung up between anger and sadness. You’ve never seen Lee Juyeon truly hurt, so you’re at a loss for words when you should be standing up stopping him. Stopping him leaving in anger. Stopping him from hurting. Stopping him from rushing out of your sight with the idea in his heart that you don’t truly care about him. Instead, you sit there, like the terrible person you are, and watch him disappear around the corner.

You had to finish your lunch stewing not only in your quiet but also in your own spiralling thoughts. If you hadn’t known that Juyeon always needs time to cool off, you would’ve liked to call him and set things straight immediately. It’s times like this that you regret having formed the most part of your group of friends around the boys from the volleyball team. With Jacob busy and preoccupied, you have to carry your worries around with you for another day until you can finally fall into you best friend’s arms with a sigh.

“Juyeon can be so insufferable!” You groan. Jacob chuckles, picking you up lightly and squeezing you tight.

“I know. Although I think in my case it was actually me who was being insufferable.”

“Probably,” you whisper into his neck. He lets out and soft ‘hey’ in mock offence before letting you follow him into the student accommodation. The two of you make yourselves at home in the communal kitchen with you packets of instant ramen, tofu, and kimchi in tow. The number of times you’ve cooked together makes for a comfortable atmosphere, not even disturbed by his dorm mates checking in once in a while. You’re done with preparing the tofu and only waiting for the ramen to cook when a light on your phone alerts you to a new message. It’s from Juyeon, who’s telling you he’s outside Jacob’s dorm in case you want to talk. You didn’t expect him to reach out so soon; you hadn’t even had time yet to discuss it with your best friend or make up your own mind about how to continue the discussion. One glance back at Jacob and you decide that you don’t want to squander the golden opportunity that has presented itself.

“Jake?” You breech the subject softly. He only hums in response, so you continue, “I gotta go out real quick. Just like five minutes. Juyeon’s waiting downstairs.”

Honesty is the best policy, you decide. And if you see a slight hint of disappointment in Jacob’s eyes for a second, you blame it on your own damned hopeful imagination. You take his jacket off the back of the kitchen chair and hurry outside. Juyeon’s standing across the street under one of the big oaks.

“Hey,” he mumbles as you cross over to him, standing as close as you dare without annoying him. You’d like you reach out but you’re scared he’ll push you away.

“How did you know I was here?” You ask.

He shrugs, “Your dorm window was dark. Where else would you be?”

An uncomfortable silence settles over the two of you until you decide to ask the question you hadn’t even realised had been burning on your soul until now, “Does it bother you that we’re so close?”

Juyeon cocks an eyebrow, “Of course not,” he says, “I know he comes first. You’ve always made that clear. I just want you to admit that as well. To me, but more importantly to yourself, I think.”

Who’s being patronising now, you want to say. But somewhere inside you know he’s right.

“I’m sorry I pretended to know better than you yesterday,” you say instead, “I really did want to help. I always thought volleyball was as important to you as it is to Jake.” Juyeon smiles softly in the dark. His eyes twinkle a little too much to be completely dry.

“No, you were right. I’m just scared he’ll still be mad at me. It’s hard to get him angry, but he was pretty intense during our fight.” You nod, remembering how hard he was training after the altercation.

“Yeah, but he knows it’s the best for the team to let you back on. You just gotta make sure to be on time once and again.” You want to joke, but it comes out a little too seriously and for a second, you’re scared that you’ve crossed a line again. At the end of the day, you aren’t involved in the volleyball club in any way shape or form. There’s nothing that would justify you to pass judgement on any of the players in such a way. But Juyeon seems to only have been lost in thought about your comment. His voice is impassive when he continues, “Yeah. About that… we should probably start seeing each other less.”

“What? I didn’t… that’s definitely not what I wanted to insinuate, Yeon.”

“I know. I just think it’s for the best.”

Every further word feels like a punch to the chest. You stare at the man in front of you with wide eyes. Some part of you seemed to have begun to take his affection for granted because between his apathetic tone and the distant expression in his eyes you can feel your heart constrict.

“Did I… Is it because I… because of what I said?” You question. He shakes his head softly, but you can’t stomach the pity on his face any better than the apathy.

“Nah, it’s just about to be exam season, and we’ve got our matches coming up. Also, we were never exclusive, and I wanted to remind you of that.”

You nod, your head full of lead. Of course you knew that. That had been one of the conditions of your agreement but you had gotten used to his steady presence. Still…

“Is it something I did?” You need to hear him say it, explicitly. It may be selfish but you need Juyeon to tell you that he still likes you, still cares for you.

“Of course not,” he placates your worries and you release the breath that had been stuck in your throat for minutes. His gaze is soft, “I just think we could both use the break.”

You don’t agree. You want to scream at him that he has no idea what you want or need or use. You want to scream that he clearly knows how you’re feeling right now and still doesn’t seem to give a single fuck about your emotions. About the fact that, apparently, you needed him more than you thought. In the end all you can murmur is, “I like when we spend a lot of time together. But if space is what you need, I won’t be the one to stand in your way.”

Juyeon looks regretful, saddened to a degree beyond your own superficial disappointment. His eyes are still glistening. He nods, turning to leave. At the last second, he breathes parting words, so low and softly that you don’t catch them, can’t make sense of them until he’s long gone and has left you standing alone in the dark.

“I think you only like spending time with me because then you don’t have to think about him.”

You’re still shell-shocked from his words when you make your way back into Jacob’s dorm. He’s still standing in the kitchen, just finishing up the plating for your dinner and looks up with a bright smile as you re-enter.

“Woah,” his smile drops, “did you see a ghost or something?”

“Umh, not really…” You open and close your mouth a few times, trying to make sense of the words in your brain but before you can find any way to string what just happened into a coherent sentence, Jacob lifts his hand.

“Actually, I don’t want to know. I’ve already had to suffer through so many locker room stories of Juyeon’s make-outs.” You blink, getting your wits about yourself enough to chuckle.

“It’s not that,” you admit, wiping furiously at your eyes.

“Hey, hey, hey. No, what’s wrong?” Jacob coos, hurrying over to you at the sight of your tears. He pulls you into a hug, soothing his hands up and down your back. For a few seconds you stay like that before he pushes you to his room, gently. He sits you down on his bed, rushing back to get dinner. At the sight of your sniffling, he rests both bowls on his nightstand before sitting next to you. His hand returns to your back, still trying to calm you with soft, steady movements.

“What happened out there?” He asks.

“He said we should stop seeing each other,” you heave between sobs. The hand on your back falters for a second before resuming its rhythm. You drop your head to the side.

“And you hate that?” It’s phrased more like a statement than a question, but you still nod against his shoulder.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Jacob whispers. The two of you are encased in silence for a few beats before he continues. His voice is hesitant as he suggests, “Maybe you should tell him. I don’t know what exactly your relationship is. But if you’ll miss him this much, maybe you should… fight… for him?”

You reply with more sobs, “I don’t think he likes me anymore.”

“Nonsense! Not even Juyeon’s that big of an idiot.”

You giggle into his shoulder weakly. “So, what do you think I should do?”

Jacob is silent for a long time, so long you almost start to think he has no answer. Eventually, he replies in a whisper, so low that it’s hard to tell his tone, “It seems to me like you should ask him out.” It sounds less than sure, and he must see your doubt when you lift your head to meet his gaze. He immediately elaborates, “Up until tonight, he seemed to have been… good for you…”

Your best friend turns to the night stand before you can get a proper glance at his face. He hands you a bowl of ramen, decisively.

“No good decisions are made on an empty stomach and sadness,” he proclaims. He sets his laptop down in front of you, turning on Gilmore Girls. By the end of the second episode, your eyes have dried and you’re smiling softly. He puts an arm around you, gingerly. You lean into him.

At the end of the night, he has to wake you from where your head is buried in his shoulder. One of your hands has been draped across his lap since you shifted to face him earlier, nuzzling his side in your sleepy, half-awake state. Jacob allows himself a minute of self-indulgence, simply watching your face. He can still make out the trails of tears down your cheeks. His insides churn at the thought of Juyeon, the way he’d made you feel. And a not so small part also bristles at your reaction. He hadn’t known the extent of your feelings for Juyeon. But if you cared about him this much, maybe he would have to… let you go. For lack of a better term. All Jacob knows, with certainty, is that he hates seeing you upset. And if his friendship isn’t enough to keep the tears out of your eyes, he needs to shove that confusing churning in his chest down, that wants Juyeon and you to stay apart.

He wakes you softly, helping you up and walking you all the way to your own dorm, hand in hand, because you’re still drowsy from sleep. As he waves goodbye in front of your building, you stop him, a hand twisting in his sweater. His words have struck a chord, you think, and you want clarification before you take any further relationship measures.

“Did you mean it? What you said earlier?”

“Which part exactly? In the kitchen? Where I told you I’d do all the chopping because I don’t want any fingers in the food? Yeah, pretty serious.”

“Har har. I meant after I met Juyeon. That we look good together or something…” Your gaze remained stubbornly on the hands in his sweater. Looking at Jacob’s expression seemed an unsurmountable task at that very moment, even though you simply couldn’t fathom why looking at him would ever make you nervous.

“Sure,” there is hesitance in his voice as he sounds out his reply, “I mean, you said you’re happy. And that’s the most important part. I’m glad you’re in a relationship that makes you so… happy.”

You’re doubtful of his tone and the confusing lack of eloquence. Nevertheless, you nod, unsure on what this swirling feeling in your chest indicates. Instead of contemplating it, you give your best friend another tight squeeze and a small kiss on the cheek. He stiffens in your arms, and as you stand in front of your apartment complex, waving good night, it somehow feels like a farewell.

The air between the two of you still doesn’t seem to be cleared when you meet two days later at your favourite café. He places your usual order in front of you.

“How have you been?”

“Since when are you so formal?” You laugh.

Jacob replies smirking, “I just interviewed for an internship. I guess my conversation setting hasn’t reset to ‘standard’ yet.” 

You shake your head in amusement, returning to a former discussion of the merits and shortcomings of your favourite comfort sitcoms, and other silly subjects. He’s just begun telling you another funny locker room story from a recent practice, when a jingle alerts you to the entry of a new customer. The silhouette is familiar, even from your peripheral and you whip your head around. Juyeon enters, chatting with a girl on his arm. You think you’ve even met her before, once or twice.

Jacob follows your gaze, looking caught somewhere between pensive and pent-up. You wonder if it’s a good idea to bring up their row, but Jacob beats you to the conversation.

“You should talk to him,” he says. His eyes are fixed on his hands.

“You think?”

“Yeah, I mean… look at you. You clearly miss him.”

You only make a noncommittal noise, looking over at the two laughing again. You’re not sure yourself of what these feelings are. But no one knows you better than Jacob. So, if anyone could give you good advice, it was him. Definitely.

“Maybe you’re right,” you say, sounding about as convinced of the idea as Jacob himself. “I’ll be right back.” When you leave, he finally lifts his eyes. You don’t see the way they follow you.

“Juyeon,” you interrupt the two while they’re taking their drinks off the counter. He turns in surprise.

“Oh, hi!” The girl is first to answer, smiling widely at you. “It’s been such a long time, y/n! How have you been?”

“Uhm, to be completely honest… I’ve been better,” you glance at Juyeon and the girl follows your eyes, realisation hitting. She looks between the two of you before taking a step away from Juyeon.

“Oh, uhm, well… seems like you two have something to discuss. I’ll be waiting… uhm… over there!” She points into a vague direction before rushing off.

“I’ll be there in a sec, Heather!” Juyeon calls after her.

“She seems nice,” you supply pointlessly. Juyeon doesn’t deign you with an answer, only stares down at you intensely.

“I…” you really should’ve thought this through more thoroughly. You’re melting under his gaze, but the memories of his teary eyes break to the surface.

“I don’t want to stop seeing you,” you whisper. Juyeon’s eyes widen in surprise.

You continue, “I like you way too much to suddenly cease all contact with you. If this is what you need, of course I’ll stay away. But… I just wanted to make sure that you knew that I really care for you, and I love seeing you, and you make me laugh, and I will miss you a lot, and maybe we could find some compromise or—“

Juyeon interrupts you with a hand on your face. His expression is more vulnerable than you’ve ever seen it before as he presses his lips to yours, softly, hesitantly. An inquiry, rather than a reply. He pulls away, his face inches from yours. All you can think is that this is horrifyingly embarrassing to be doing in front of the counter of a busy campus coffee shop, but you try to suppress your awkwardness. You giggle, causing Juyeon to also break out into a smile.

“I’m so glad,” he murmurs, “I don’t think I could keep seeing you as just a friend. Or worse, just some fuck buddy.”

“Huh?” You ask, but Juyeon blazes over your remark.

“I never thought you could feel the same way. I always thought,” his eyes flit over to somewhere else for a split second, so short you wonder whether you imagined it. “I always thought there was someone else. But I’m so relieved now.”

“Uhm, yeah… me too,” you stammer, feeling anything but relief. Is this what you came here to do? Was this how you had wanted this to go? Jacob seemed to think you and Juyeon would be good together. That implied a relationship, didn’t it? You are still thinking when Juyeon gives you another kiss.

“I kind of promised Heather to help her with some assignments. But I’ll text you. Maybe we can hang out, no, go on a date tonight? A proper one.” He beamed at you, making your heart squeeze. This is excitement, this feeling in my chest. Surely, it must be, you think.

“Sure, yeah. Text me.”

He hurries over to Heather’s table, who greets him with a wide grin and a ridiculously loud high-five. When you return to your own seat, Jacob’s expression tries to emulate the same feeling, but falls painfully short.

“You really should address that fight with him,” you murmur, your cheeks burning. Jacob replies in a short grunt that could mean everything and nothing at all. He’s staring at his hands again.

You try to shake off the weird feeling, but it lingers for minutes. Only when Juyeon and Heather leave can you breathe more freely again. Jacob doesn’t seem to share your sentiment, and you spent the better part of ten minutes wondering what could be the issue. He responds to none of your prompts properly, preferring to stir his coffee continuously. Eventually you get so sick of his attitude that you announce the first coming to your mind. In hindsight, you still don’t know what possessed you to utter your next statement.

“I could set you up. I mean, Heather’s cute.” It feels like bile is coming up with the words immediately. Your throat feels tight.

“Juyeon’s friend?” Jacob asks, finally looking up.

“I just remembered that Heather likes you a lot. And she seems super nice!” You smile.

“I thought you didn’t like Heather?”

“That’s just ‘cuz we have nothing in common. She’s actually super nice. I have that on good authority!” You insist.

“Whose authority?”

“…Juyeon.”

His face falls a little and you wonder when the two of them will start getting along again. You reiterate both that Heather is a perfectly wonderful person and that Jacob should really sort out the argument with Juyeon before your best friend mumbles that he’s meeting a classmate in the library for a project. You nod, a little taken aback at the abrupt end to your conversation. You go your separate ways when you return to your dorm.

Somehow, your brain isn’t able to turn off, switching incessantly between guilt about Juyeon and doubts about Jacob. So, a relaxing evening turns into a lot of mental gymnastics and unrest for you. At some point you call Shuhua, asking whether she has a time for a movie evening. She immediately agrees, and is standing in front of your door in her pyjamas, with four different sorts of gummy bears and chips in hand within fifteen minutes.

“Did you sprint here?” You laugh, immediately feeling your spirits lift at the sight of her hair rollers, mid-way through the process of falling off her head.

“You expect me to remain calm when you say you want to watch Mean Girls with me? Hello? Do you know me?”

In the end, you’re barely watching and mostly catching your friend up on the events of the day. Shuhua always has the best reactions, gasping in shock or cracking a joke in exactly the right moments. You feel tons lighter after your talk, leaning against each other and chewing on gummy worms. With her presence, you feel almost peaceful as you hang after your own jumbled thoughts, desperately wishing you could pinpoint what had been off between Jacob and you for the past few days so you could work past it. When Shuhua falls asleep on your shoulder, you cover her with a blanket, shooting Jacob a quick text.

You should seriously ask out Heather. You two would be so cute together.

Inside, you wonder if the two of them would really be so perfect for each other but you’ll be damned if you take your best friend’s chance at a nice relationship just because of these funny feelings in your chest.

“I don’t think he’s getting the message,” Heather murmured, looking at the training from the bleachers.

“How do you mean?” Juyeon asked, cowering lower in the hopes of his teammates not spotting him.

“I don’t think your captain has understood, that you now got dibs on his girl.”

“She’s not his girl,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Suddenly. That’s what you’ve been calling her for, like, two years.”

He smiled down at his girlfriend, who was currently filming the boys’ serves to help them review their form. “Luckily I was wrong.”

“And you’re not bothered that he’s basically all over her?”

“They’re best friends. They’ve always been that close.”

“He’s hanging off her shoulder.”

He turned away from the court, facing his friend directly, “I appreciate that you’re worried about my fresh relationship, Heather. But I know I can trust her, and you need to trust my judgement on that.”

“I don’t question her motivations. I just know boys. And I that looks like a boy hopelessly in love with his best friend.” 

“He would never—“

“Love makes you do stupid things, sometimes.” She insisted, raising a cocksure eyebrow.

Juyeon threw his hands up in defeat and shouted, “What’s your suggestion, then, Heather?” A few of the players on the court looked up at the outburst. He winced, waving carefully at them. To his immense relief, most of them waved back. When Jacob followed their gaze and turned around, his captain only acknowledged him with a curt nod. Nothing to work with, but at least he didn’t kick me out, Juyeon thought.

Heather leaned forward, waving towards Jacob. From the corner of her mouth she whispered, “Maybe… okay this sounds a little weird, but, like, mark your territory?”

“That sounds more than a little weird.”

“You know what I mean,” she insisted, leaning back in exasperation, “look, they’re finishing up. Just go down there and make out with your girlfriend for a while. Jacob will see that the two of you are fully committed, and I bet y/n will not mind getting to hang onto you for a bit.”

He mulled it over for a second, considering that the others had already spotted him anyway, and Jacob didn’t seem to be too annoyed at his presence. Although Juyeon wasn’t sure whether making out with Jacob’s best friend in front of his face might not tick him off after all. All hesitance flew out the window when you turned around, spotting him with wide eyes. You waved, smiling widely. Before he could even register it, he was already out of his seat, jumping over the row in front of him instead of taking the long way around.

When he reached the side of the court, he picked you up and spun you around. You giggled, surprised when he covered your mouth with his upon setting you back down on the ground. His hands wrapped around your waist. You sighed against his lips, your hands wrapping around his shoulders as you cocked your head to deepen the kiss. He always lost track of time when he kissed you, missing the smirks of his team mates, and the soft groan of his captain. Only when Heather startled him, tapping him on the shoulder, smiling, did his senses return to his surroundings.

“Are you two ever going to stop again?”

He grinned, while you smiled at the floor. He considered whether to tease you about your reddening cheeks, but a more than mildly annoyed shout of Jacob, urging them to free the gym for the next club, cut him off before he had the chance. He followed the rest of the team out, fingers linked with yours.

Jacob did decide to take your suggestion seriously. After all, there was no person who knew him better and almost no one whose opinion mattered as much to him. It still took him close to a week to gather up the courage to text Heather. The timing also most definitely had nothing to do with what Jacob had witnessed at training the day before or the resulting dream. Not a dream that was entirely new to him, either, but one that stood out against the great majority with unprecedented clarity, and ruined his mood for the entire morning.

Maybe it had been pent up frustration from a subpar practice or the fact that he had to stand in the gym like an idiot, watching his teammate suck his best friend’s face off for a solid five minutes. Jacob could have looked away, of course. But his ever-busy brain was intent on analysing the exchange, making observations that all found their way into his night-time routine. He only had one singular experience to go off of (a very drunk one, at that), but he knew the way you had melted against him, pressing your chest into his with adamance. It was nothing akin to the way that you had leaned against Juyeon. (Jacob didn’t want to attribute it to the publicness of the whole situation.) He knew how your hands wandered, how they grasped when they were looking for something to hold onto, to pull closer. He knew how you sighed in pure bliss when he returned your warm gestures in kind. And he believed, whether true or not, that whatever had happened with Juyeon had been nothing like that. Unfortunately for Jacob, somehow, it seemed a short step from his night time routine to his REM brain. One second, he was lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling and lost in thought. The next, he was pressed up close to you. His treacherous body apparently remembered every second of that night, it was stamped across every fold and ridge of his frontal lobe, it seemed.

“Love,” he breathed against your mouth, because he wished every day that he had said it back then.

You giggled, removing yourself just long enough to tease him about his sappy streak. He didn’t have it in him to counter anything, just smiling at you, in his arms, where you belonged. It was a haze, as dreams usually are, leaving him with nothing but the memories of kisses trailing down your soft tummy, nipping at the flesh of your thighs, taking extra care and time in all the places you were insecure about. Memories of your hand in his hair, something he hadn’t known could drive him this mad before you had been the one to do it. You shuddering under his calloused touch, your head thrown back, the glistening of your skin, your touch, your taste, your voice, you, you, you.

Jacob woke up, swearing he could still taste you on his tongue, feel your skin under his fingertips, your shape in his arms. Groaning, his consciousness dragged him back to the surface, sunlight filtered through the slit in his curtains. He felt beaten and bruised from the sudden absence of you. It registered slowly, together with the pitiable state of his aching cock. To add insult to injury, after the cold shock of reality came the dragging sludge of shame. It crawled up his neck and settled into his burning cheeks as he groaned.

Jacob knew he hadn’t chosen this. He hadn’t deliberately had another scandalous dream about his long-time best friend. But by now he knew from experience that the guilt never lessened any for that fact. Maybe he should avoid you for the foreseeable future. And maybe he should try to get his mind off you.

Jacob Bae fancied himself a more considerate person than to jump onto the first chance of rebound he could find. So, he rid himself of his most pressing problem during his morning shower before pondering his options for the better part of the day. Finally, he conceded to give a date with Heather a shot. She seemed perfectly kind and funny over text, and when he first met her, she didn’t look like she had minded that he got in touch with her over a mutual friend instead of talking to her in person. They went to the park for a walk since she said she saw enough of the inside of a coffee shop during her part-time job. Jacob learned a lot about her daily life and her substantial interest in collecting different kinds of coffee. Heather was opinionated and enthusiastic, and he didn’t mind listen to her rant with a big smile on her face. On a later date, he learned that the actual reason they hadn’t gone to a café the first time was actually because Heather could get too absorbed in a thorough critique of the establishment’s roasts and preparation techniques. He laughed at her sheepish expression when she confessed this and after walking her home that afternoon, he leaned in to kiss her. She returned the kiss, smiling against his lips and whispering, I’ve been waiting for you to do that. They kept kissing until a notification on his phone reminded him that he really had to get to practice. And if the whole affair had been keeping him from spending time with you, well it wasn’t really his fault.

You are waiting in front of the gym for him, frowning in disapproval when he admits that he still hasn’t cleared the air with Juyeon. You let out a breath and get to your feet. The slinking feeling that you only got to see your best friend when you showed up to his volleyball practice, when he couldn’t escape you, didn’t exactly put you in the mood for diplomacy.

“Disappointed. But not surprised, Jacob. Which is why I texted him that he should come because you wanted to talk to him about that silly argument you had ages ago.” Jacob isn’t really sure why he is flummoxed; he really shouldn’t be. The self-satisfied grin on your face is, after all, something he has come to grow accustomed of over years of your scheming.

“In fact,” you point out merrily, “that should be him, over there.” You spin and vanish into the gym with a soft wave of the hand. The man in question saunters up to Jacob, cocking an eyebrow.

“I figured it was a set-up and that it wasn’t you, who wanted to see me.”

Jacob heaves a sigh, “Well, I guess she wasn’t completely wrong either. We should talk about this.”

“Not that she already tried hard enough on your behalf,” Juyeon hisses. This is news to Jacob, who had never expected for you to breach this sensitive subject with your boyfriend. Much less to apparently take Jacob’s side in those discussions.

He clears his throat, “Be that as is may, we should talk about it face to face. It’s not exactly her concern after all.” It comes out a little sharper than he would’ve liked.

“Sure. I assume you’re going to apologise, find a convenient excuse for the fight like ‘we were tired, it had been a long day, assignments were stressing us’, and ask me to re-join the team, right?”

Jacob purses his lips in reply. He was planning to do just that. But now he has to fight down an impulse of spite. Before he can confirm or deny any suspicions, however, Juyeon continues, “You’re much too peaceable, you know that? Don’t be a pushover to make others happy.” His friend holds eye contact with him but there is no challenge, neither in his tone nor his expression. So, Jacob gives in, nods, and smiles softly. He realises he had missed Juyeon’s well-intended meddling.

“I’ll try,” he yields. Juyeon claps him on the shoulder, a similarly tentative smile on his lips.

“I’m sorry, too. I never wanted to fight with you. Especially not over… volleyball.” Jacob is going to invite him in to practice when he is prevented by a familiar voice calling out for him. The two men spin around, surprise on their faces at the sight of Heather striding across the concrete to them. Jacob calls back, waving, and trying to smile in earnest at the unexpected visit.

He is greeted with a kiss before she moves on to give a hug to Juyeon, who looks almost more excited to have her here than Jacob.

She lets them know that she came spontaneously to watch them practice, and Jacob doesn’t have the heart to tell her that practice is technically closed for outsiders. So instead, the three of them make their way inside together. Their greeted by an equally confused team and you, with an expression that drops from elation to something akin to consternation real quick. Jacob doesn’t have time to find it weird before their coach calls them onto the field. They’re warming up and he glances only once or twice over to the bleachers, where Heather has joined you and tries to make conversation with you, who is clearly enveloped in watching them practice. The next time he checks, you’re still watching attentively. Heather has taken out her phone and started scrolling. Jacob doesn’t bother to look back over until after practice, when Heather’s face lights up at the final whistle. He winces at the thought of all the solo practice he’d usually add to their regular schedule. His girlfriend bounds over, her arms open wide, but stops herself short, a mere metre from him. He listens to her tease him about being sweaty and smelly while he sees Juyeon stroll over to you behind Heather’s back. He leans in to whisper something in your ear. You look confused for a second before you reply. Jacob would love to listen in on the small discussion between the two of you before you eventually roll your eyes, lean forward, and smack a kiss onto Juyeon’s lips. He frowns and when Juyeon turns around to cock an eyebrow at him, Jacob leans forward, asks for permission, and starts kissing his amazing, pretty girlfriend. She’s all too eager, as long as she gets to keep her hands from any part of exposed skin on Jacob and it takes them a few minutes to detach again. When he looks over, both you and Juyeon have long gone.

Sandra Oropeza enjoyed nothing more than watching the two of you grow up together. She remembered your family move into the house across the street, the burning heat of the summer sun was especially intense when the movers had finally finished and your family van pulled into the driveway. Your mom helped you out of the car and you immediately took off across the lawn towards the swing set under the big oak tree. Your blue sun hat tumbled off your head, but you didn’t seem to notice, throwing yourself, belly first, onto the swing. You spent almost the entire afternoon in the shade of that tree, content all by yourself.

In the evening, one of your parents picked you up and walked you around the neighbourhood, greeting everyone and distributing home-made popsicles. You waved at most of the people excitedly, until you made it to the Bae’s household. Sandra had to lean far over the edge of her front porch to see the door open to reveal Jacob. His eyes widened and he hastened back, out of vision, as his mother stepped forward. The grown-ups made small talk until you tugged at your parent’s shorts and whispered something up to them. Within a second, you had reached past the doorway, and pulled little Jacob out by the wrist. The two of you took off across the, luckily empty, street and into your garden.

Mrs. Oropeza stayed out longer than she usually would have, watching the two of you swing, laugh, and eat ice cream. The rest of the summer, until the start of first grade, Jacob and you could always be spotted under your oak tree or in his backyard. Sometimes his older brother joined, but it was obvious that the two of you, so close in age, simply clicked into place.

She remembers countless Halloween’s in which you two came dressed up together, matching as salt and pepper, Dora and Boots, Lilo and Stitch, Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable, and so many others.

She remembers watching Jacob sprint over to your place and present you with his newest treasure: a brand new Mikasa volleyball. And how you spent hours practicing digging and setting with him, even though she could tell you were having a hard time.

She remembers babysitting the three of you when your parents were out, before Jeff got old enough to take on the job. How you two would also stick together and agree on things, how no fight lasted longer than ten minutes, and ended with either of you running to the other to apologise.

She remembers watching Jacob’s games with you, wondering when the expression on your face had changed from friendly support to unconditional admiration, and whether you were aware of it.

But most importantly, she remembers something she thinks both of you have, at this point, forgotten. You were in high school, stumbling home in the middle of the night. She was looking out her open window by chance, but couldn’t help watch in amusement at the tell-tale lack of coordination in your steps. Both of you were laughing too loud, and then shushing each other until you broke out into another fit. Jacob took a step forward, trying to press a hand over your mouth, but couldn’t keep his balance, taking you down with him. The giggling died down and Sandra knew she should stop intruding on this particular moment, but the need to see the two of you at least make it inside safe and sound was too strong.

As expected, young people were nothing if not predictable, Jacob leaned down. It was a short kiss, nothing more than a peck, really. But the two of you stayed down, staring at each other for a small eternity, especially given the late hour. Eventually, he helped you up, whispering something Sandra had no way of making out from all the way across the street. With another quick kiss he was gone, towards his own house and out of view. You waved cutely before unlocking your door with some difficulty and entering your house. She heard another door shut before the night returned to its previous state of summer silence, crickets chirping, the wind blowing softly through the leaves. She closed her window and went to bed. She wonders if both of you truly forgot, or if you simply thought it easier to pretend.

[writing-writings]

heir to good taste

hey! i wrote this little thing because han beum-woo charmed me with his vulnerable eyes and silly behaviors -- it's omegaverse, with yeon-joo being his alpha and them expecting a baby (pup) together

here's the ao3 link (also omg there's no fics of them at all there, there's no fandom tag either ;-;) but i'll leave it under the cut too!

Heir to good taste - Anonymous - Tastefully Yours [Archive of Our Own]

After the rush hour of the afternoon, the restaurant was lulled into a quiet peace, with the gentle light of the sunny day seeping into the place, illuminating with a soft warmth. After their hard work, the cooks and waiters of Jungjae allowed themselves to eat.

Yeon-joo, who liked to see what tastes she could convey, which emotions she could resurface with her food, which souls she could heal with it– had been watching her mate enjoy his meal, relishing in every detail.

Beom-woo’s hums were appreciative, his eyes fluttering closed as he savoured her food, making a swell of pride fill her chest. She had succeeded in satisfying his cravings, once again.

Beom-woo had been eyeing that day's menu throughout the shift, as he placed the plates in front of their clients with practiced ease and charm. Yeon-joo had caught his lingering stare, the hunger in it, but the refusal to let himself indulge right then, when there was a job to do.

But now they had no clients in, and Yeon-joo had made sure to sit down the man and serve him, feeling warmth bloom in her chest by providing – by making sure that her omega and pup were well-fed. Chun-seung had complained about him not getting anything special, and Myung-suk had elbowed him with a playful scowl.

“You're not carrying her pup, of course you don't get special treatment!” she said, eating her own, less carefully crafted, meal.

Beom-woo had just smiled mid-chew, before his eyes met Yeon-joo’s. She smiled brightly, unlike her usual reserved nature. Her cheek rested on her hand and she just knew that she must look absolutely besotted.

Her omega was just perfect, who could blame her.

A perfect silly mess, obstinated, with a bit of a short-fuse… and he was all hers.

“Yeon-joo, you have to eat too,” Beom-woo said, gathering some of his food onto his chopsticks. He raised it close to her mouth, opening his own as a guide. “Ah, open wide–”

Yeon-joo's smile dropped shyly, knowing that Myung-suk and Chun-seung were most likely watching (sure enough, she threw a look at them, and Myung-suk was smiling in charmed delight, and Chun-seung was nodding his head in approval) - but she opened her mouth and received the bite, pulling a contented sound from Beom-woo. If her omega wanted to be corny and romantic, she wasn't about to deny him.

“Hm, my baby has great taste,” she said while chewing, and Beom-woo scoffed with a smile, taking more food for himself.

“Their good taste came from me,” he said, bringing the food to his mouth. Then he let out a sigh, closing his eyes. "Oh, it's so good."

Yeon-joo smiled sweetly, seeing him now scarf down the food. He didn't offer her any more. Good, she wanted him to eat well and keep both himself and their baby healthy.

After their meal, there were still no clients. Yeon-joo, when she and Beom-woo found themselves standing side by side, allowed herself the indulgence of trapping the man in between her arms, with their little bundle of joy pressed between them. Myung-suk had claimed that they'd take care of the dishes – with Chun-seung agreeing so that way her and Beom-woo would be able to canoodle all they wanted until new clients arrived.

They often called them the newlyweds, standing their shows of affection, even if Yeon-joo tried to be more discreet about it. Something about the honeymoon phase, they had called it, especially with their recent mating and subsequent pup.

Everything happened quickly, with no drag out to it. Married one day, mated the next, and a pup on the way being revealed to them two weeks after their mating night.

She wouldn't have it any other way, though. And hoped that time would stride by a little bit faster, just to pamper her omega some more, to admire his full form with their offspring, and to hold their baby in her arms.

Yeon-joo pressed against Beom-woo just a little bit more, her hands resting on the lower back of her omega as she just brought him closer.

The curve of his belly pressed against just under her chest, given their height difference – Beom-woo’s belly had stopped looking like a simple bloat, swallowed by his dark work clothes. Now it stood out, pushing insistently against the fabric, letting everyone know that right there, snuggly and safe, grew Yeon-joo's pup.

The man's arms wrapped around Yeon-joo's shoulders and they shared a soft smile.

[kamirai-k]

Summary:

She had sworn it was just a joke. "I didn't mean to," she would say, "Can you blame me?" Or Haesol being Haesol and the "consequences" that come with it.

Pairing: Yeonwoo / Haesol

Tags: Cuddles, Married au, Romantic Fluff, Haesol's down bad, Fluff

Word Count: 1.3k

Yeonwoo and Haesol were having their daily cuddle session in front of the TV in their room when it happened. 

A larger body enveloped his smaller one in a tight yet all-the-more comforting grip. Not wanting to let go, and Yeonwoo preferred it that way. Just don't tell Haesol that. 

All had been well her practically surrounding him, her front pressed against his back, the warmth all the more present as she only wore a tank top and his own matching attire just in a different color. It certainly didn't help in that manner. Yeonwoo, however, wasn't a high schooler anymore. He was a husband and the way her hands now roamed all over him was certainly not reason for the fierce blush that wouldn't go down. 

No. 

The reason for that was her lips pressing against his neck and leaving trails in their wake. The heat of them, more precisely, was what had him reacting as though they were teenagers once more. 

It's not his fault she knew him so well! 

Yeonwoo's neck was sensitive.

“Mhn, Hae-haesol- hah- the movie.” He panted his disapproval.

Kang Haesol the beast she was didn’t relent. In fact, this emboldened her and as he was trying with all the might of a rabbit resisting the tantalizing carrot for he knew it was a trap, a trap he didn’t know he desperately craved or wanted to reject, she kept going and licked the shell of his ear.

His shallow pants soon turned into small occasional whimpers and he knew she wouldn’t stop. 

“I’ve been neglected all week Yeon-ah let me have this, please.” The fact she had the gull to lie to him when she screwed his brains out just last night. Kang Haesol was a wolf that hid behind that handsome appearance and Yeonwoo wanted to cry because how could he deny her when she looked at him with those eyes? 

“N-noo,” His attempts at refusal were cut short when she bit down on his exposed shoulder and the shock that action had on him resulted in Yeonwoo throwing the remote he held in his hands with a vice grip across and onto the floor. Right when the episode ended too. 

Yeonwoo turned his head to her brows furrowed and lips pulled into a pout, “Haesol! Look what you did now.” He humped, pushing her away to go get the remote. “You really can’t be patient at all can you.” 

He turned, crawling across the bed towards the edge, not letting her get a word in as he did so. 

“It’s not my fault,” Haesol deadpanned, “I just wanted a kiss.”

“What do you mean kiss? You bit me!” He’d just reached the edge of the bed, spreading his knees as he leaned down to get the remote not too far away, “If you wanted a kiss you could have done that better.” or ask she could simply ask.

He didn’t hear anything from her so he kept at it. Scolding her for her behavior had grown fun over the years.

“I mean come on. Now I have another mark to hide and just when all my others were healing,” He reached over, ass in the air for balance, and triumphantly grabbed the remote, “We even have a meet-up with the others and now I know they're going to ask questions. Nari and Junhyuk won’t stop teasing me, the menaces they are, and don’t even get me started on Yese— AHH?!

Yeonwoo hadn’t meant to he really hadn't but can you blame him? How was he supposed to know Haesol would take him by the hips and hump and grind into his (thankfully) clothed ass???

Was it his fault that he had spun around completely by reflex and accidentally smacked her head with the remote? 

The hard smack could be heard throughout the room and Yeonwoo gasped, “OH MY GOD! Haesol Are you OK!? 

His movements were frantic as he came out from under her to balance on his knees and grab her face in his hands. 

“I’m so sorry. It was just so sudden and I was scared. I didn’t mean to!” He whined as he gingerly touched the injury, “I’m so sor-

Haesol cut him off with a finger to the lips much to his surprise. 

Deep pools of indigo locked with eyes reminiscent of afternoon sunsets in the warm light of their room. Her steady gaze contrasted his panicked one as he touched her face to make sure he hadn’t done any permanent damage. 

“Yeonwoo,” She called for him and he didn’t have a chance to reply, her tone so warm and face so close he had to pause. In that brief pause, Yeonwoo didn’t even register those warm hands circling his waist and pulling him to her so they fell onto the mattress with Yeonwoo straddling her. 

Yeonwoo blinked, looking down at her. He hadn’t even opened his mouth to ask what she was doing when she interrupted him.

“If you're so worried why don't you kiss it better,” Haesol smirked up at him. A rare thing and Yeonwoo sucked in an annoyed breath at her audacity. After he’d almost cried in worry she now lay there with that insufferably attractive grin. How unfair.

Yeonwoo pouted but relented nonetheless. How could he say no to her when she asked so politely? He leaned down, slowly, of course, he would obviously make her wait for it. He may be easy but not quick to indulge. His chest pressed against hers, slow, and Yeonwoo was all the more aware of her eyes on him and even more so of how they had significantly darkened. He moved up to sit on her stomach and brought his hands to cradle her face.

“Cold,” Haesol said breathless.

Yeonwoo chuckled, “You’ll have to warm them up for me later.” 

He brought his lips to kiss the place he had hit her, her forehead, and let it linger. Haesol’s fingers curled in his hair and Yeonwoo suppressed a whimper as he kissed her eye and moved down towards her cheek. Haesol’s one hand buried in the tresses of his hair her other hand slid down the length of his spine to grab a handful of his ass check and he whined. His lips pulled from her cheek at the motion and he looked down at her flustered and now wanting. 

Like a child knowing no shame she grinned up at him and Yeonwoo wanted to wipe that smirk off her face. So he did. His lips met hers a moment later and the feeling of euphoria and heat that would envelop him hadn’t left him since their first kiss. The kiss did what he wanted it to, her hand was off his ass that that smirk gone. Not, however, her hands had moved to cage him into a tight hug and the pressure had him moaning into her mouth. 

Haesol took her opportunity and slid that hot tongue into his mouth and he groaned into the kiss, arms on her shoulders and mind clouded. She was such a good kisser it wasn’t fair. 

Her tongue was relentless as she devoured everything he had to give, gliding over places she knew were sensitive, the roof of his mouth especially, and he went limp. She had long memorized every place that made him an utter mess and would gladly exploit each and every one.

Haesol led him further into the kiss and Yeonwoo had long given up control to allow her her fill of him. The kiss was too long and not long enough. Soon enough their bodily need for air crept its way toward them and Haesol released his lips with a wet pop. 

Yeonwoo pulled away to sit back up as he looked down at her, chest heaving, face flushed eyes heavy with want, and his hands on her stomach. 

Haesol looked up at him, not a hair out of place, and smiled, “That’s one way to ‘kiss it better,’”

Yeonwoo rolled his eyes exasperated before leaning down for a peck at her lips, “You're insufferable you know that.”

“You love me.” Haesol chuckled before kissing his forehead and how could he not concede to that?

[moonartemisia]

✧.* HOMEBDY || Hajun Yeon × OC

SYNOPSIS: Starting to question where their bond lies... hitting on their private room inside the club without no one is looking. Their friends and fans might be suspicious of the two of you getting comfortable with each other. Away from the noisy rave, the breath of intoxicating cigarettes, people drinking and chattering; what's left between the tension folds? "What are we?" Is the question to this desirable feeling of uncertainty that you wish to fade... Tags: drugs, fwb, situationships, mentions of alcohol, foreplay, rough sex, semi-bondage, mutual stimulation, edging, one-night stand turned sneaky link, drama, psychological matters, familial issues notes: no beta reads! This is a oc × canon story, dark contents will be present in this prompt by the following tags, and korean or any foreign words in the story. Based on the song "HOMEBDY" by DEMÍ ft. slimedemidemislime & Madman Stan

╰┈➤ i. Talk the Talk ✧.*

A hefty rain poured the dim night, and the city neon lights glimmered along the corner street alleyways of Roppongi. Around those tall buildings, the busy crowd of people walking at 10 pm — between two stores where a club was held "Razzle Dazzle Bar". An opening reservation of VIPs and regular customers come to attend this certain rave inside, this known club is home to one of Japan's most popular hip-hop groups performing among others.

Cheering, the clanks of shaking ice in their glasses; sipping alcohol. A fog of smoking cigarettes filled the area as the loud music pounded the dancing herd of raving people at the center of the dance floor. They lost their minds over the beat of the EDM drums the DJ played going wild. As if the music trampled their minds over their dignity releasing all the freedom they can do once in a while.

Different groups sitting in different seats, different people in different places where they can drink, smoke, chatter, some have their ways to sneak into weed, beans, and damn inhaling whatever illegal substances under their pockets without getting caught — a Sabbath party full of people you'll meet at a typical club. Not technically. Lastly, it's no surprise of common hookups here and there. A room was made for special hookups in this particular bar.

Inside this crazy world, a trio where present at their usual spot talking to a bunch of fans who recognized them as having a good time rambling about random stuff. Entertaining them delighted by how popular they are in Japan's hip-hop industry.

"Ah, B.A.E. is so cool! I've been a fan! This is such an opportunity to talk to you, Suzaku!"

In his manner to greet his fans, a boy around 20 years old humbly thanked them, his hand scratching the back of his hair. Giddy at his overwhelming happiness complimenting him, the boy chuckled.

"It's no big deal, the B.A.E. are trying to make good music for everyone. Please to meet you, I'm happy you love our songs."

"Hey, Allen! More drinks to clunk in!"

"Of course, Anne... geez!"

The boy walked back towards their special seat where he heaved a relieved sigh. Grinning at them, one of his members was also busy chatting with their guests and fans.

"Don't drink too much, Hajun... you know you'll get the reactions at this time later."

A clink of glass echoed the crowdy noise, bringing his hand down away from his lips.

"I know how to take my alcohol intake. Don't lecture me like a child."

A smooth peeved of his lips coiled a thin line — his eyes intently viewed through his pink neon glasses meeting the other's gaze. As they chuckled, sitting down with their legs crossed.

"Man, I'm only being sarcastic! This night was the best!"

Flipping their long red strands fabulously with a sip of whiskey on the side.

B.A.E.'s members; Allen Sugasano, Anne Faulkner, and Hajun Yeon gathered the night's sensational performance. They never expected to exceed far, but as they know what they stand defining their music with passion the trio embodies confident upbeat. They are one of Japan's popular hip-hop groups representing unique songs without limiting their ability, of who they are; self-expression is the key to their moving success.

"Right, but we are ahead, humbly speaking we have to keep our heads low. I mean — "

"Come on, Allen... don't sugarcoat you enjoy this recognition you wanted."

Anne chided as they grinned at Allen. Meanwhile, the Phoenix Rapper took a seat at the center of his members.

"Now the time, I cheer to us for this wonderful night performance!"

With a toast of their drinks in hand, the trio clunked their glasses shouting their congratulatory greetings in all relieving glee on their faces. Anne pumped up high, Allen in his wide gaping smile, and Hajun... Hajun maintained his calm composure sharing his toast with the two.

"Man, I hope this night is endless... we should party more!"

"Anne, remember don't be so reckless at nights like this... you'll get the reactions." Hajun confided taking his whiskey drink in his left hand a sip before putting it down back at the glass table. Spatting the same lecture as Anne did.

"Right, but it won't be a hassle? Come Allen—"

They dragged the young rapper onto their hands bringing him onto the dance floor along with other people dancing at the centre of. It left Hajun alone to sit by — guarding their spots and drinks aside, he shook his head. He thinks about what kind of friends he has gone wild over gaining recognition, but he certainly enjoys how Allen and Anne are serving their time in this bar.

Although, Hajun is always acquainted with such parties, watching other hip-hop groups perform live here. He shows a distinct approach to anyone he sees. Relatively enough to distance himself, since he partakes in no social connections, unlike Allen and Anne. He, on the other hand, has much regard for his friends or what could be...colleagues he thinks.

It's so keen to think this blonde rapper underneath his charming smile has a side they don't know for certain. He is mysterious behind the mask to unveil.

Whilst the duo danced and cheered all night, Hajun couldn't care less. He sits there only to watch his precious ones enjoy the night of their own — he has his own... But not at this moment to rejoice. It doesn't feel like he is into it at all. The mood is loud compared to what the Korean rapper anticipates. This gave him a silent sigh watching the duo intently along with the crowd joining them to dance.

"Oh, I didn't see you here, Hajun."

His ear perked up, hearing his name from the noisy background of the playing EDM music banging his consciousness. Hajun turned his head to see a familiar figure, standing across from where he sat. A person in all black, merely resembling a gothic chic look. The tight black blazer underneath is probably a simple strapless tube to keep her modest in all forms. A tight black pencil-cut skirt with matching fishnet stockings and boots to compliment the blackening aura. Those striking hairdo of her thick black hair — a hime cut, that has both of her ends in all white highlights. Lastly, her mask concealed her face only showing her glimmering blue eyes facing Hajun's red-pink pupils on lock, blinking.

"Mind if I sit here? I see Allen and Anne were partying wild as ever."

"Letitia... You surprised me. How's your flight from Manila?"

"It went well, though I must say flight allegations were true in my country's customs... The service lacked my expectations there."

"I see, I haven't been there in your country as much as I want to visit. Glad to see you here again, Tish."

The girl beside Hajun took Allen's sit next to his. She reveals her face to show Hajun — not common for him to see her take off her mask. Casually he sips another drink of whiskey. It's been a long time since this girl throughout the industry Hajun met. He seems to have internal affairs with her. Slowly she puts her mask inside her blazer's pocket, her complexion is fair — her dark red plumped lips accessorized with a piercing on showed smiling in Hajun's direction.

"I heard your new release track before your flight. It has already gotten viral." Hajun commented as he looked at her.

"Impressed?"

"Not quite, you haven't seen the rest we had in mind for B.A.E. but — "

Pausing for a while though, Letitia is pleased to hear. Hajun is rather cunning so that statement is not a surprise for her to predict. Nonetheless, she can tell the Korean rapper is impressed by the track he heard of. Letitia curled a smiley giggle from him.

"Oh? I'm not in competition with you guys. Very well, any critics to say, Hajun-nim?"

Hajun slightly gave a turn on her hearing the honorific, how sarcastic of her to pull him that way.

"Overall, you still need more than you can get to impress me. Though, I must say..."

"Liar, tell me it's good."

Hajun scoffed at Letitia's remark. This girl knows how to dig into his skin.

"Yes, however, you being in a solo career away from this kind of battle I have with Allen and Anne to deal with is not fair."

"That's because I wasn't invited to, you were chosen so be it, Hajun-ssi," Letitia spoke looking at Allen and Anne already approaching their way back to their respective seats. Allen was completely off guard as to who he met before his eyes. He froze for a bit seeing Letitia take his seat.

"Ah— hey! Wait—! Letitia? You came back!?"

"Yes, sir~ in the house!"

Allen rushed in to give her a hug from his seat, and immediately Letitia stood up. Finally, Allen was excited to see his long-time friend again here in Razzle Dazzle.

"Sorry, I occupied your space. I was talking to Hajun for a moment."

"Don't be! Take my seat!"

His fiery phoenix enthused her excuses, he didn't mind at all. The delighted presence of her beamed the young rapper to let her sit down for more. Anne chuckled as they went back to theirs, Allen only assisted to sitting at Hajun's which he isnt pleased to give in a space.

"Lucky Filipina, how's vacation back there in your country?" Anne asked her.

"Usual, but I posted my new track before taking my flight back here. I saw your tweets that you three are hanging out in this spot. So, here I am."

"Glad to see you back! Ah, I'm curious since you've been back and forth to come here. It must be a nuisance for you."

"Oh no, it's only three hours to take. It's just the flight that is... Umm, stressful." Letitia slyly said as Anne leaned over a hand placed on their chin listening. Oddly how B.A.E. knows her — Letitia Heidi, the rapper, Filipino, who is a solo freelance artist at 20. Now based in Japan solely focusing on creating a name outside of her country. She is learning to live independently and figure things out. How does B.A.E. even meet her in the first place?

Letitia kicks back in when she stayed in Japan for a couple of months, her previous tracks that she records from her family's agency surfaced internationally. But caters to her Japanese fans more, which opted for her to plan a flight there. Her songs consist of daring tunes that establish herself within her soul self. Talking about embracing what you have deeply — more like a spiritual connection to meet yourself. Plus, self-confidence which Allen was astounded by her motif of music. Similar to his music style. A talented multilingual rapper known for her rapping styles switching from different languages in speed. Aside from rapping, her passion is mainly dancing. The app has a separate account for that. Letitia often shows up with a mask on her face to conceal her identity, a private matter. She isn't fond of meddling with her artist status to her fans. She does entertain them sometimes. Long story short, Allen was the first person to recognize her, specifically here in this bar. And that's when she and B.A.E. have an inner social circle together.

It's a good thing... I came back...

"Lemme hear the song you posted. Is it on your usual platform?" Anne quipped to check their phone from the bag beside them while they pipe up their cigarette in hand.

"Of course, Anne. Take your time!"

"You fucking kidding me? Already viral!? At what time did you post your new song?"

"Umm, about hours ago?"

Allen couldn't hold his bearing shock looking through his phone— showing Letitia's numbers on the track so far. Through his screen, amazed by the rocketing views.

"Uwah— you're something..." the phoenix exasperated.

"Allen, we are better than Tish... Don't get your hopes down over a solo foreign artist who juggles to switch speaking 4 languages in one track." a cocky remark coming from Hajun which Letitia playfully rolled her eyes at him.

"Is it something you're also into, Hajun-ssi? Don't deny..."

"I know, just stating." The blonde teased.

Shrugging off his comeback comment, Letitia tilts her focus on Anne, who is now browsing her songs through their screen. Much to their amusement, they looked proud of how their fellow artist friend also gained quite a lot of views from her new track. Anne excitedly skipped towards Letitia's seat — an arm extended to her shoulder.

"That's my girl~, when will you hold another venue for your performance, Heidi~? This is dope!"

"I'll consider it the next time I have my performance at home, in the Philippines."

"Maybe next time you'll perform here!" Allen suggested.

"Isn't it right, Hajun? We will make up for it— showing up to your stage someday!" The Phoenix rapper nudged Hajun's side expressing his support to a friend he sees concerning the distinctive genre of music they perform. Hajun, on the other hand, only expresses his sigh of composure at Allen's gesture. But, you can't tell if he is giving the same support as the two were.

"Don't pressure him, Allen. Maybe not now—"

"Tish, it would be off best to. I guess..."

His sudden answer shocked them, Hajun giving regards to her for the first time.

"Hey, are you drunk, Hajun? Must be the alcohol."

"No." Hajun pressed Allen away from him as he looked in Letitia's direction. Scoffing at the red hair.

"Weren't you before trying to beat down Letitia?" Anne inserted as they chuckled at Hajun's change of mind towards the Filipino rapper. Not expecting such an answer, despite knowing Hajun shows competitive remarks upon other artists proving his worth and perfectionism, printed his guard. Which is not something Hajun is to mess with.

Hajun and Letitia were particular co-artists. The day Allen introduced Letitia. Their first impressions of his perspective were complicated to describe. He is skeptical of her work. Also, having the same reform of music, she works dedicating homage to herself, additionally her multilingual raps. His reactions to her music kept him motivated to be better yet a competition. Hajun and the rest participated in Paradox Live performances to gain the stepping stones to the goals he wished to validate.

The repression felt inside. Letitia is the exception. She isn't part of it. A solo artist conceals much of her artistic background by just how personal her labels are and even showcasing her life as an artist. Frequently, she engaged such fans to interact about her updates and what her latest works to spoil.

As earlier Hajun mentioned it isn't fair that she isn't competing for ParaLive like an insult to injury for his pride. However, it has appeared to change.

"That's another reason for me, not to say. You did improve a lot..."

"Hajun, you know you shouldn't be so opted about Heidi's progress. I thought we should use her as a tool to, y'know~"

"Anne, no comment."

In between the exchange conversation of the two rappers, Letitia can only laugh at them bickering.

"But, Letitia..."

"Yeah, Allen?"

"As much as you're apart from us in this rap battle. I do believe Hajun dismissed his repression towards your work."

"Hm? Why?" Letitia curiously asked.

"I don't know, I can't tell him sometimes. Rest assured, before he may prick his words by how you were a solo artist and worked all the music. Probably, he changed the way he sees you." Allen reassures her, bringing his odd grin, making things sure. Hajun has no ill intentions.

"Hey, enough of the talk. That's all Hajun is... Allen you sentimental punk!"

Anne jumped into them, tugging the red-haired phoenix over his shoulders, making the other squirm from their grip. Allen tapped them to stop dragging him from his seat — feeling he could topple down any moment as Letitia chuckled, Hajun could only react in silence with how much of a gag the two are together. Moreover, they didn't mind the blonde Korean seeing them being chaotic every day. They were his friends, after all. But to deem Hajun's repressed feelings about Letitia's work as a solo artist is something she isn't aware of. Does Hajun have plans to be one like her, too? Does he ever plan to be a soloist in the future? Letitia's thoughts wandered off deeply. Hajun's mind is not something you can not grasp or tell what he wants to convey. In all respects, Letitia and Hajun may have close ties, but not too close. Yes, she is with the one and only B.A.E., the popular hip-hop group. However, she is mostly with Allen and Anne hanging out. To her, Hajun is a different story. Does he think he can pull off to decide for his future or otherwise?

I don't know what's up with him... Hajun is so mysterious.

"Tish..."

"Hm?"

Hajun called, Letitia's thoughts popped out of the blue.

"Y-Yeah?"

"Come, I just want to tell you something important."

What does Hajun want? Letitia's sky-blue hues met with his red-pink irises on lock as if Hajun's gaze were hypnotizing her way. He does look charming in those eyes the way he asked her. But, this feels quite strange...

Hajun rarely asks me anything noteworthy. What is he up to?

"O-oh? Where are you two off about?" Anne suddenly questioned, still clinging onto Allen, Hajun was already standing in front of Letitia, barely reaching for her hand.

"Nothing, it's only for me and her to know. Allen..."

Allen's ear perked up abruptly towards Hajun's tone when he called him. So firm —

"What, Hajun?"

"Next time... I'll be the one to say to Letitia. You didn't quite get what I wanted to say to her, specifically as I heard." the blonde said with a snot, taking Letitia's wrist in his hand and dashing away from the two. Leaving them dumbfounded and clueless from their seats.

"Wait, H-hajun... Allen didn't mean to speak your repression on your behalf."

Between the filled crowd, Letitia apologized to Hajun for what Allen said. She knows how badly it feels for Hajun if someone ever dares to explain whatever thoughts he has on his mind. Although as Hajun dragged her passing by — he blatantly ignored.

It's unsettling for the Filipino rapper not to know where Hajun is going to take her at this point. However, in the dark alley corner away from the crowd. He sides Letitia against the wall as Hajun stands before her — not pining or blocking her way. His eyes gazed down upon her meeting their height differences, and she gulped. Nervewracking as it looks, only the stares; louder than the silence, testing the tension between the two artists. Standing alone in the corner.

"Maybe, Allen was right. I was repressed." Hajun was then admitted.

"Huh, wha— why?"

"Tish, you know how much I wanted my goals... Call me selfish, but later, you understand what I aim for this. Winning is my boost, and I will do anything just to seek what I want."

"Hajun... look, I may know nothing about you. But, what is it that made you feel repressed about my abilities and my music?"

Hajun paused for a bit — snitching his breath as if he was about to cuss at her. His hand brought up to his lips hissing underneath, laughing at her mockingly.

"you... You're too special, Tish."

"Special?"

"You're special. A wild girl wandering off without any circumstances. Cunning to say, you got no worries at all, huh?"

The blonde spatted at her, giving off a smug look.

"Just say that you wish to be like me so we can finish this off. I'm intimidated by the way you pushed me here just for your bullshit, Hajun."

"Oh? This is bullshit? Save it when you regret it, sooner or later, Tish."

She rolled her eyes at him. This seemed so petty of him. Hajun bringing his ego out of his pride down here wouldn't be a pretty excuse. How pathetic he came up to her like that, irritating the girl before him. So, he sees competition with her, at what cost? The unreasonable insults to pull off of his sleeves were his coping mechanisms if he wasn't in his best mood.

"If I would know sooner, look... I don't like this kind of vibe you're giving me, Hajun. What're all this for to gain your pride aside for nothing?"

"This isn't better for nothing, Tish." Hajun retorted.

"And how cute you even calling me Tish, we are not that close enough as I'm around with your duo!"

Hajun had enough. It snapped him inside, slamming his hands on the wall and cornering Letitia. A loud thud banged by his palms made the girl shrivel. She was shocked to see his reactions.

"I tried to... but probably you out of our league for this. But, no, you are not getting in my way slowly if I do something upsetting, wouldn't it?"

"Hajun, I'm confused really about the way you are behaving towards me. Ever since in this bar, Allen introduced me to you guys... The atmosphere changed when I was with you. Was there something in me that you don't like?"

His repression surfaced once again, biting his lower lip while avoiding his glances at Letitia's question — that he wished not to answer. It only remains a fragment he hated to express.

I don't want to be unwanted over someone who achieves their accomplishments... I feel pressured.

"Hajun... Do you hate me?"

"H-huh?"

"I said do you hate me—"

"Why would I hate you if — if I'm here close to you..."

These senses the tension, uplifting an unexplainable feeling. Hajun's unwavering thoughts on his swirling head almost crossed his mind. He shrugged, one of his hands extending to Letitia's chin tilting the girl upwards; she looked at Hajun firmly as their faces were leaning close to one another. She can sense his strong whiskey from earlier, but to think Hajun's tolerance is this high. The heat got tight and too enduring for the both of them. Silent breaths heaved the articulation of their lungs enclosed.

"You know what? Forget what I said... You will understand about me when you can..."

Before Letitia could say anything else; a pair of lips were met. Hajun leaned in, pressing his lips and shutting her mouth. Letitia's eyes dilated in surprise at his actions. The kiss was not in her thoughts. They were only arguing for just a moment as Hajun involuntarily stole a kiss. His hand was still placed on her chin, facing upward as the kiss deepened. The other hand was positioned on the wall above her head. Cornering her further, he brought his knee between her fishnet thighs. Already begging her consciousness if it wasn't real for the Korean rapper to be bold — Letitia prayed for her dignity to fight back and not dwell on the kiss. But it felt so intoxicating when Hajun did it. Her eyes couldn't take it as she closed them. The kiss kinda felt right. It turned roughly as soon as Hajun pushed his tongue inside of her mouth — Letitia meeked.

"H-hmmm—"

Giving into Hajun's advances, he fought his tongue inside of her — hearing Letitia's retort, he didn't pull away. It rather entices him more when he listens to Letitia's fumbled hums weakening under his French kiss. She could almost taste the bitterness of his whiskey alluring her tastebuds. But soon, he pulled away, leaving a single strand of saliva connecting their tongues. Speechless and unforgiving, the way Hajun kissed her made the Filipina breathless under his wing. Her face was painted red , and Hajun was certain of how he did unimaginable yet bizarre and addicting.

"Cute, but sorry... I got carried away."

"W-why did you do that..."

"Instinctively for you to forget but... I do think I might not forgive myself later."

She couldn't control her numbing lips, Hajun kissed her...

Why did he do that? And yet... A first sudden kiss—

"What do you mean?"

"Follow me, I'll take you somewhere you'll be satisfied to hate me more."

(To be continued)

✧.* @.moonartemisia 2023 || do not copy my works

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[gotaksboyfie]

i just found your page and i am absolutely in lovee ! congratulations you're what's bringing me back to tumblr after a..long time 😅😅

i hope you do amazing on your finals and good luckkk, take your time and dont stress out over anything i'm sure you got this in the bag! 🫡

cannn i request reader getting her period while being with sieun..i like the thought of him not knowing what to do in that situation but you can do whatever you'd like with that prompt

tysmms 💗💗 (i think ill go by 🥩 anon since i'll definitely be a regular..)

emergency .ᐟ

gif creds: @billornot

pairing yeon sieun x female reader

summary you get your period at sieun's house D:

word count ~950

warnings/tags periods (duh), established relationship

you should've known from the moment you felt a dull ache in your lower belly. or from the slight wetness you felt in your underwear, though you thought that was just from being around sieun.

"i'm thirsty, sieun-ah. do you have any snacks?" you stretched as you finally let your eyes rest from the dozens of math problems on your paper. a nice sugary drink would be perfect after hours of relentless studying.

"i have.." sieun paused for a moment, "herbal tea in the fridge.

honestly, what were you expecting.. it's sieun after all. it was better than nothing, you guess, and you got up to head to sieun's kitchen.

there's a sharp exhale as you get up, but maybe sieun finally found a problem that actually stumped him so you head to the kitchen anyway. upon your return, you can see a noticeable red splotch on sieun's carpet.

your jaw hangs open as you stand at the doorway, frozen. sieun is nervously glancing from the stain to you, and he stays silent (like always). his face is stoic, but his eyes give everything away.

"i didn't– oh my god i'm so sorry!" you squeak out, frantically searching your backpack for a pad. the one day you give your emergency pad to another girl.. fuck.

sieun notices the way you slump down after looking through your entire backpack, and awkwardly clears his throat.

"i can go buy some, if you need."

"yes please," you nearly tear up with relief. just before sieun gets up, you remember your now ruined pants. "uhm, sieun. can i borrow some pants—and underwear—please?"

"and what?"

"and.. underwear"

sieun flushes a light pink, but nods. his head is looking to the left as he hands you his clothes, avoiding your gaze. the awkwardness makes you silently curse your body for the timing.

wordlessly, sieun leaves for the convenience store, and book it for the bathroom. making a makeshift pad so you don't free-bleed everywhere, you change into his clothes. his sweatpants hang slightly off your waist, and you can faintly smell sieun's laundry detergent.

it's so.. him. it's strangely comforting despite the circumstances. not wanting to risk staining sieun's bed, you opt for sitting on the edge of the couch—less risk, after all. you're scrolling on your phone, doing anything to distract you from the current situation.

fifteen minutes pass before the front door clicks open, and you stand up immediately.

"i got these.." sieun says quietly, holding up a bag filled to the brim with different brands. in his other hand, you can see another bag with your favorite snacks.

"thank you so much sieun!" you exclaim, going to his side.

sieun rubs the back of his neck and sets the bags down. "i didn't know which ones to get so.. i just got whatever looked good."

you open the bag and search for your favorite brand, hugging sieun before you rush back to the bathroom. sieun is stiff as a board, but he robotically moves a hand to pat your back.

coming back after putting it on, you notice that the couch has sieun's pillows and a fluffy blanket draped over his lap. the coffee table has an arrangement of snacks and drinks, and your heart stutters.

"you didn't have to," you mumble, ignoring the sudden burn behind your eyes. he was so sweet, what did you do to deserve him?

sieun pats the spot next to him, signaling you to sit down next to him. you snuggle next to him instantly, wrapping your arms around his arm.

"is.. is it always like that? just random?" sieun asks, turning to look at you. "well it's not like i can control it," you laugh, reaching for the remote. you turn on a random romcom, settling back into sieun's side.

suddenly, sieun jolts upright and presses a hand to your stomach. "are you okay? does it hurt?" did he suddenly remember what period cramps were?

the feeling is tickling as he rubs your stomach up and down, and you let out a small giggle.

"y/n, this isn't a laughing matter. does it hurt?"

"it comes and goes, but no it doesn't hurt right now."

"how does that work?" his eyebrows are furrowed as his palm presses slightly harder, as if he'd be able to will the invisible cramps out.

"it hurts randoml–y!" your voice cracks in the middle of your sentence as you feel a sharp pain, curling inward. "like right now."

"d–do you need anything?" sieun is frantically hovering around you, soothingly rubbing your back.

"heating pad or painkillers work," you pant out, trying to focus on sieun's warm touch. it's gone mow though, and sieun gets up from the couch.

your eyes close shut and you hear plastic crinkling, then you hear a pill bottle.

"the cashier told me i should get these for you," sieun hands it out to you as you look up. "are.. are they okay?"

how was he so perfect? he bought everything possible just in case. you graciously take the pills and swallow one down, reaching for a chocolate milk carton.

the sweetness bursting on your tongue takes your mind temporarily off the pulsating pain, and you motion for sieun to sit down.

"does it still hurt?"

"it takes a few minutes for them to kick in, but it feels better mostly now."

sieun's face looks relieved and he entangles your hands together in a firm hold. "squeeze if it hurts."

you smile and nod, pressing a swift kiss to his cheek as a thanks. sieun's nervously swallows, but keeps his eyes trained on the tv—clearly too shy to meet your eyes.

resting your head on his shoulder, you're lulled to sleep from sieun's soft breaths and the quiet hum of the movie.

fin

a/n let's just pretend he doesn't live with his mom 🥲 also i'm so happy to hear that!! it's kinda crazy to think that i brought you back to tumblr :0 and tysm for your encouraging words :3 i'm fairly confident i did well 😤💗

i haven't gotten my period in years so i hope this makes sense 😭

[sysba]

my characters

* thought i’d post this list that was sitting in my drafts; not all of them because i have too many but have some (if) ocs ♡

ORIGINAL / MISC VERSES

edith blake. original, the wayhaven chronicles, the exile verse ♡ she/any (queer). november 13th. fc: laura james. 5′11/181cm. ROs: cal, adam du mortain. connections: kiara kingston (sister). 

freddie han. ear candy verse. ♡ he/him (m). february 14th. fc: christian yu. 5′9/174cm. ROs: shiloh rue, winslow montgomery. connections: ryuwon han (sister).

ryuwon han. straight red verse. ♡ she/her (f). nicknames: ryu. fc: kim do-yeon. 5′10/179cm. ROs: jude schofield. connections: freddie han (brother).

zoe beckett. original (modern gods verse), the wayhaven chronicles ♡ she/her (f). fc: misc. 6′/184cm. ROs: veera, nat sewell. connections: jada beckett-jones (cousin). tag.

A MAGE REBORN

atalanta daenys ♡ she/they (nb). specialty: spiritism + alchemy. fc: misc. 5′7/170cm. ROs: elias revelois.

ANDROMEDA SIX

ersa altalune peg’asi ♡ she/her (agender). species: kitalphan. fc: emily browning. 5′1/154cm. ROs: vexx serif.

ATTOLLO

nefta gil ♡ she/her (f). august 15th. fc: misc. 5′1/156cm. ROs: sysba, dreamwalker.

BLOOD MOON

selene king ♡ she/her (f). beta. fc: phoebe tonkin. 5′7/172cm. ROs: farroq khan.

starling baluyot ♡ she/they (nb). alpha. fc: beatrice laus. 5′3/161cm. ROs: marco.

BLOOMING PANIC

anya petrova ♡ she/they (genderfluid). username: gothitax. fc: florzoye on ig. 5′1/155cm. ROs: nakedtoaster, toastyx.

BODY COUNT

kim ngo ♡ they/them (nb). fc: naomi roestel. 5′10/178cm. ROs: arthur campbell.

angelica vaughan ♡ she/her (f). nicknames: angie. fc: benedetta gargari. 5′8/172cm. ROs: vinh nguyen.

CHECKMATE IN 3 MOVES

cahya vinteren ♡ she/her (f). fc: brianne tju. 5′1/154cm. ROs: noir zu, jareth january.

diamond emeraude vinteren ♡ she/they (nb). fc: savannah smith. 5′7/170cm. ROs: sailor bones, hawthorne (spilt milk).

CHOICES: BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOWS

nehal nightbloom ♡ she/all (genderfluid). species: elf. fc: misc. 5′11/180cm. ROs: all. tbd.

CHOICES: OPEN HEART

victoria torres ♡ she/her (f). nicknames: vic, v. fc: tashi rodriguez/ giovana cordeiro. 5′1/155cm. ROs: bryce lahela.

COLLEGE TENNIS: ORIGIN STORY

angel rivas ♡ they/he (nb). fc: omar rudberg. 5′9/175cm. style: all-court player. doubles partner: rayyan. ROs: rayyan afiq. 

FIELDS OF ASPHODEL

persephone ♡ she/any (agender). fc: misc/anya chalotra. 5′6/167cm. ROs: hades, tbd. tag.

INFAMOUS

kate hanna ♡ they/them (nb). august 23rd. full name: kateebah. stage name: arkane (prev: rickety kate). band: dance of the planets. genre(s): alt-rock, pop punk. fc: nour rizk. 6′2/187cm. ROs: seven lawless.

sung-won kang ♡ she/they (f). december 15th. nicknames: sunni, lucky. stage name: lady luck. band: WBM. genre(s): pop rap, R&B, hip-hop, EDM. fc: jeon so-yeon/kang min-ah. 5′7/169cm. ROs: griffin reign + victoria valentine, orion quinn.

OUR LIFE

jamie last ♡ they/them (nb). fc: tbd. 6′/182.5cm. ROs: cove holden.

cierra last ♡ she/her (f). nicknames: cherry. fc: kendra bailey/misc. 6′/182.5cm. ROs: derek suarez. 

marina howard ♡ she/her (f). fc: yvonne logan. 5′/153cm. ROs: baxter ward.

PERFUMARE

sharona west. real name: milagros ramon. ♡ she/her (nb). fc: lizeth selene. 5′3.5/161cm. ROs: flavio esposito.

naomi morren. real name: naomi kurosawa ♡ she/they (f). fc: rina fukushi. 5′10/179cm. ROs: reed esposito, laurent rosier.

PROJECT HADEA

sidra. real name: yuna arai. ♡ they/he (nb). fc: misc. 5′7/169cm. ROs: nash, rohan.

gienah. real name: izzi muhammad ♡ she/they (nb). fc: bonzaimai on ig/misc. 5′9/176cm. ROs: rhaxa. 

SCOUT: AN APOCALYPSE STORY

jamilah durant ♡ she/her (f).   nicknames: jam. fc: sharon alexie. 5′6/168cm. ROs: oliver shen.

SHEPHERDS OF HAVEN

shanna wenrys ♡ she/they (f/nb). fc: misc. 4′11.5/151cm. ROs: blade bronwyn.

kiran rhune ♡ they/them (nb/genderfluid). fc: misc. 5′2.5/159cm. ROs: red antiqua.

SPEAKER

kassandra farhat ♡ she/they (nb). nicknames: kass. fc: jamie gray-hyder. 5′11/179cm. ROs: li cowles, sebastian wynric. connections: sebille (sister), scooby boo (dog).

SUPERSTITION

sage roe ♡ she/her (f). fc: zoë kravitz. 5′2/157cm. ROs: zillah. 

THE BASTARD OF CAMELOT

mordred pendragon ♡ she/they/he (genderqueer). fc: tbd. ROs: galahad du lac.

THE EXILE

farja ja’qhar ♡ she/her (f). title: painted phoenix. fc: misc. 5′1/155cm. ROs: syfyn.

nathair cheronobog ♡ he/him (m). title: gilded gorgon. fc: noen eubanks. 6′5/196cm. ROs: vethna, +nikke.

neamhain rezoth ♡ they/them (nb). title: deathless demon. fc: tbd. ROs: freedom.

saeha lygris ♡ he/him (m). title: white wolf. fc: park seonghwa. 5′8/174cm. ROs: sabir + nikke.

THE MIDNIGHT HOURS

reyna santos ♡ she/her (f). fc: shay mitchell. 5′4/161cm. ROs: rylan villanueva.

ziv mays ♡ they/them (nb). fc: jaiiy d. moses. 6′/183cm. ROs: blane rekner.

salvador soto ♡ he/they (m). nicknames: chava. fc: misc/cristo fernández. 6′3/190.5cm. ROs: k de vries. 

THE WAYHAVEN CHRONICLES

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[s1utspeare]

WIP Tag Game

@hils79 and @lucientelrunya both tagged me in their WIP posts and y'all KNOW i love sharing things that aren't done yet bc i'm a little attention SLUT and also i need to prove i'm not dead!!! so here i am!!! not dead!!! also luci's snippet made me insane bc TWOGUAN and hils included CHICKENS with PANGCAN and i DIED bc of them BOTH so anyway here's some seonhwi zombie AU angst :3

“Fuck you,” Seon-ho snarls, “Fuck you, Hwi, you stupid, self-righteous—I’m killing you! I killed Yeon-ah, I’m killing you, fight back, damn you!” He lunges, wildly, and Hwi lets the blows fall against his chest. Seon-ho has always known how best to hurt him and he still does, his knuckles hitting the spot where the Infection pulses underneath Hwi’s skin. It means to hurt, this snapping, snarling, wild thing that Seon-ho wants to become, but Hwi is used to his tricks. He lets it hurt. He feels it, rattling through his body, through his stiff legs and down to his numb toes.  “Fight back,” Seon-ho begs. “For the love of God, fight back. Please. Please.”  And then Seon-ho is clutching at Hwi’s hair, his arms, his thighs, splaying his fingers and gripping the sides of the muscle and holding as tight as he can, as though he’s afraid that Hwi is going to be torn away from him and he can only use his own strength, born on determination and grit and a fucking beautiful willpower, to keep Hwi there with him. As though he’ll cure Hwi with that alone.

HAHAHAHAHA ok i'm gonna tag @pangzi, @highpriestessofjogan, @forerussake, and @humanlighthouse! OK LOVE U ALL I'LL SEE YOU SOON HOPEFULLY BYE!!!!! <3

[moeruhoshi]

10 song, 10 people

Tyyyy for the tag @otaku-daydreamer-4673

1. SMILEY - YENA - literally listened to this song every day on repeat after my assault to stay sane

2. Don't Leave Me Alone - GOT7 - I'm so happy they left JYP and gave us the best album I've ever heard! AH

3. U - millennium parade - part of the soundtrack from the movie Belle! I'm obsessed with all of the songs 😭

4. BAZOOKA! - GWSN - anything by GWSN slaps and I truly hope they make a comeback 😭 top neurodivergent tunes

5. Matsuri - Fujii Kaze - lord please just listen to this song its soooooo good!

6. Danny - LEE CHAE YEON - as a Danny Phantom girl I'm so obsessed

7. Rollercoaster - woo!ah! - truly the cutest song ever

8. You're Magical - Elisa Rosselli - the believix transformation Winx Club soundtrack LOL it's literally my fave

9. Miraculous - Lou, Lenni Kim - The French Miraculous Ladybug theme 🙈 not much makes me happy like this song does

10. Eternally - TXT - oml this song live is so GOOOOOD! I fell head over heels in love with Terry after watching that angelic man dance to it 😭

Tagging : @acidrain1698 @likubears @kilisworld @caandlle @cobblepottantrum @nalunatic @unisonraidd @superfreakerz @mushi9 @michiamotippete