#dr soobin

[soobck]

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[kiiboluver3000]

dr characters as txt memes

[thetxtdevil]

I am both with TXT’s Anatomy and it makes me cry 🥲

There are two types of writers:

1. 'It's fiction, it doesn't need to make sense!'

2. 'I didn't account for the rotation of the planet and how that affects the constalations while my characters stargazed at different times of year, I have failed as a writer, and this entire thing is trash'

[thetxtdevil]

Pediatric Surgeon *TXT's Anatomy*

Doctor!Soobin x Doctor!Reader

summary: Dr. Soobin requests your assistance on a case, prompting you to prepare for the surgery in a different type of way.

content: smut, hospital setting (if you don't like anything correlating to blood and anything medical don't read), descriptions of surgery, female reader, perv.reader, perv.dom.soobin, wet dream, degrading, mutual masturbation, panty fucking, fingering, panty stealing implied

word count: 2.7k

The early morning sun glowed with an orange hue through the hospital’s corridor windows as you stepped into the bustling building. The scent of antiseptic is thick in the air, yet with a deep breath, you take in a rich, comforting scent from the coffee shop built within the nook of the entrance. Like a moth to a flame, the roasted beans lead you to the cashier, ordering your mocha latte. As you pull your wallet out, a hand is roughly placed on top of yours, “Can I get an iced americano, and I’ll pay for hers too.” The warm, husky tone of the voice makes your head tilt your head up to see a man whom you unfortunately don’t see often, Choi Soobin, a Pediatric Surgeon. He shyly glances at you while taking back his credit card. A slight turn of his lips causes a cascade of his cute features to show, dimples indenting his blushed cheeks, pushing up his dark eyebags, which were almost covered by his thick-framed glasses. Irises that couldn’t help but glance down at your lips, which also turned into a smile. “Thank you.” The man opens his mouth to say something, but only a huff of air comes out. He avoids eye contact with you, hands reaching out for both freshly made coffees, handing one to you. “What? What is it?” You say walking with him up to the surgical floor.

Soobin sips his cold drink, his eyes jumping everywhere except you, deep in thought. “I-I bought your coffee to ask you something. Well, because I am a nice guy, but—” You quirk an eyebrow, watching him fidget with the fluffy texture of his coat, “I have this patient, and I want your opinion.”

You nod. “I’ll take a look after my rounds, is that okay?”

“That’s perfect. Thank you so much, Dr. y/l/n.” His eyes light up. Soobin was so respectful to you, even though he’s been in the field longer than you. You wondered if he was like this to every co-worker or just to you. 

You situate the stethoscope around your neck and scan the patient list on your tablet. The digital clock above the nurses' station read 7:47 AM, it was getting to the time to check on your patients, as the nurses line up to give report, and other occupations stand and wait to speak if needed. You take note of new information about each patient, keeping tabs with every word the nurse says to you. Focused on the pile of charting and prognoses, you lost track of how many patients you had. “Alright, who else?”

“Doctor, those are all your patients.” A social worker says.

“Oh… really?” You look back at your notes, and you see that your schedule has enough free time to fit in Soobin’s patient, if needed. “Well then, let’s get back to work.”

You’re also surprised when you tilt your coffee cup up to only receive a few lukewarm droplets from the lid. That's when you see the tall man turn around the corner, his brown fluffy jacket switched into a white lab coat. Soobin’s clean dress shoes squeak as he stops in his place, noticing you staring. Blush creeping on his face, the color of a rose gets darker the closer he gets to you. “Hello again,” you say in a sultry tone.

“H-hi, here is the patient’s chart. She’s darling, she can’t talk as much, but she already is so kind and calm.”

You couldn’t help but feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach while listening to Soobin talk about his patient. He shows how good of a doctor he is with his patient care. 

Memories flood your mind, thinking about your days as an intern. Soobin was a few years ahead in the program, already working on his specialty. You remember fellow surgeons giving him shit for being shy and wanting to be in pediatrics. Small-minded fools underestimated the specialty, thinking it’s just child’s play. That is, until everyone had a rotation on the floor getting yelled at by multiple parents, then to work on miniature anatomy. The thing that really changed your classmate’s perspective on Soobin was his argumentative skills; everyone hates family confrontation, but Soobin knew how to put parents in their place when questioning their child’s diagnosis. You’re happy that he’s well-respected these days, yet still has that shy demeanor.

However, you’re currently finding yourself having a hard time reading the various numbers from the blood test as you feel his eyes lingering on you. Usually, doctors will continue to talk or take the time to close their eyes for a power nap while their colleague looks over their work, but this wasn’t the case. In your peripheral vision, you could feel his eyes taking in your form. The strawberry flavor from your gloss doesn’t help your habit of biting your lip, concluding the child's prognosis.

Soobin’s intense stare falters, and he lets out a sigh. “I don’t like the way this is going,” he mumbles. You hum in confusion, urging him to explain, “Please don’t say what I think you’re going to say.”

You stare into the man’s eyes. “I’m sorry, Soobin. She needs a heart transplant.” You click out of the patient’s files.

The tall doctor lets out a heavy sigh, eyes for the first time off of you, now closed as a sign of thought. His shoulders were tense, body leaned against the desk. The weight of his stress filled the air; you so badly wanted to hug him. “I’m going to have to call the organ transplant company,” his head tilts, eyes meeting yours again, “you’ll join me for the surgery.” Stunned at his assertiveness, he’s not asking, he’s not wanting help, he just wants you.

“I’ve never worked on small hearts, only… big hearts.”

Soobin chuckles at your comment, “Don’t worry, I’ll do most of the work, but I can teach you.”

Your eyes light up, you were never one to let down a learning opportunity, especially if the teacher is as hot as Dr. Soobin. You stop to admire the doctor before you blurt out, “Am I out of line to say that I can not believe you’re not married with a bunch of kids?” A blush burns across your face, realizing what you had just said.

Soobin’s eyebrow furrowed, head tilting, trying to digest what you had said, “If you were still my intern, yes. However, you are my fellow attending, so all I have to say is, that’s a weird thing to say.”

“I mean, come on, look at you, you’re—“ you pause.

“Pretty?” He grins.

 “Yeah, it seems like you know that already-” this is going way out of line, “You'd think taking care of all those sick children, you wouldn't want to do anything with making one..." Pressing your lips shut, imagining them to magically lock into place before you get yourself into trouble. 

Soobin stands there a bit, his usual soft, round eyes now glaring at you. Shaking his head slightly, he walks closer to you, whispering in your ear, “Sweetheart, you couldn't be more wrong."

Watching the doctor walk off, you shake your head out of disbelief, “I need to take a nap after all that.”

%%%

Your heart beats loudly in your ear, nerves fill your senses as you scrub your arms until they hurt from the sterilizing. Warmth hits your face behind your surgical mask with your one last sigh of confidence. Staring at the operating table through the window, you open the door to the room.

“Alright, everybody, we have a patient here for a heart transpl-” stopped mid-speech, you’re struck with an empty bed before you, “where’s my patient?”

Rushing into the dimly lit operating room, you don’t question the quiet surroundings. Worry bubbles up in your stomach now, noticing you’re in a completely deserted room. “What the hell?” Have I gone crazy? Is there a room full of workers waiting for me in another room? Or is there even a surgery scheduled?”

You stood there like a fool, breaking the sterile field as your hands grazed the lonely table. Suddenly, a heavy weight encapsulates you, arms on your sides, pushing you against the surface in front of you. “Glad you could make it, Doctor,” said a familiar, warm, husky voice near your ear.

You gasp feeling the man’s hips grind against your ass. “Soobin w-what are you doing? I need to get to surgery.” His lips trail hungry kisses along the exposed part of your neck. Your warm sighs made it harder to breathe in your mask, ripping it away and turning towards the man, capturing his lips against yours.

“You have no surgery,” Soobin tugs harshly at your scrub gown, tearing away your pants with it, “however, I’m going to keep you busy.”

You were fully exposed while the other doctor kept his protective gear on. He holds you up, putting you on top of the operating table, then he pulls your legs apart. You could feel your juices dripping down your slit, causing a predatory stare eluminate in Soobin’s eyes. The once cozy, shy guy you knew him as was gone. His teeth bite his bottom lip as his gloved hand runs down your shaking thigh, dipping his fingers into your folds. Whipping your head back, you whine from the weird sensation of the smooth texture of the glove touching you. Playing with your folds, teasing your hole, you jerk your hips out of agony.

Soobin’s work of breathing is fast, warm against your lips, “What a little slut,” a finger slides into you, “but you know that already,” another finger, “you don’t think I notice how you stare at me?” Three fingers slip inside your cunt painfully stretching you out, each drag was smooth yet loud from your arousal. Tears are prickling in your eyes out of pleasure.

“Please, Soobin, please, please…”

Tightly shut eyes relax to flutter open, expecting to see the scrubbed pediatric surgeon and his fingers inside you; instead, your vision clears up to a dusty, dimly lit on-call room. You groan, fist hitting against the firm bed, losing that addictive sexual pleasure. Cursing yourself for coming up with such a lewd dream. Turning in your bed to reach for your work phone, you catch a silhouette of someone across from you. He sat there, still, yet his breathing looked a little erratic. Your eyes trail down, the sparse lighting from the window highlights the prominent veins on his arms, down to his grip on his bulge.

“Soobin, how long have you been there?”

The man shifts in his seat, the grip on his cock tightens. Spit builds up in your mouth, noticing the outline of the head underneath his trousers.

“I came in to get some rest before our surgery, but-“ his plush lips parted, eyes taking in your form lying pretty on the cushion. “I got preoccupied.”

You look at him funny, not knowing how much of the dream was revealed in reality. “What now?”

Soobin once again sighs, head tilting back as he lets his hand go under his pants. You swear you were drooling like a hungry dog watching the scene take place. The bobbing of his Adam’s apple, eyebrows scrunched up, perfect heart-shaped lips releasing whimpers. If he’s going to play dirty, you will too. You slide your hand under your light blue pants, snaking your fingers past the lacey hem of your panties. The tips of your digits push into you, collecting your wetness to come up and circle your clit. Soobin’s sharp eyes watch the way you roll back in pleasure, his dick twitches at the sight. “Shit-” he curses to himself, he was warned about you and he was falling for it. Your eyes wince over to him, your fingers tented your pants, movements evident. “Let me help,” Soobin says in a huff.

“Mmm, I don’t know… You watched me sleeping like a perv.” You say with a smile, all while you lift your hip into your hand. 

Soobin launches himself from his chair towards your bed. Head hovering over yours, you couldn’t help but get turned on by his warm breath fanning over your face. “You don’t realize that I know you were having a wet dream,” your movement comes to a halt, “about me.”

You side-eyed the man. There’s no way he’d know unless you—“Soobin, please, Soobin.” He mocks you. The room was dark, but you both knew how red you’ve become. The doctor’s hand cups your face, thumb soothing your blushed cheek. Leaning down to your ear, and whispers, “Now can I help you?”

Your slow nod signals Soobin to go forward with his intentions. Sounds of rustling movements and creaking of the cheap cot had your hair standing on your arms. Light breaths paired with hums from the man get closer to your lips. The plush flesh molds into you; it was warm and addictive, just like in the dream. Deepening the kiss until the point where all the air rushes out of each other's lungs. Although he was battling with himself, Soobin breaks apart from you, “Let's do something more.” his fingers curl around your waistband, tugging down your pants to reveal your cute panties. A sigh slips from his pink lips, big brown eyes studying the detail of lace outlining the light pink material. You gasp feeling his thumb rubbing your sensitive cunt causing your wetness to soak through the material. Watching the man’s eyes glued to your pussy and play with it, you lean up to leave trails of kisses down his neck. Unbuttoning his shirt, your fingers trace his abs, this only caused you to become impatient, “Soobin, please,” you pause, realizing he was teasing you just like in the dream, “please do something.”

The man pulls down his trousers along with his underwear, fully exposing his fat cock to you. Every vein stuck out, pulsating in desperate need to be touched. Fat tip, red and covered in precum, showing that he teased himself too. His fingers never stopped playing with you, for some reason, your everyday underwear put the doctor into a trance. “C-can I fuck your panties?” The giggle you let out made Soobin blush for a second, but it told him to continue.

He guided his tip inbetween your cunt and the material, you arousal coating his dick made his whole body shiver. Slowly, he thrusts his tip against the fabric, hitting your clit every time. Soobin’s eyebrows knit together, looking at you falling apart, your mouth gaping, a sheen of sweat collecting at your neck. A jolt of electricity, resulting in your thighs twitching every time your sensitive nub gets hit with friction. Both of you turned on not only by the sensations but how his dick poked out from your ruined panties, the bulge was wet and delicious. Both moaning loudly, you know you were going to get caught again doing your “special naps” in the on-call room.

Soobin pants, pecking your neck before stuttering out, “D-does this f-feel nice? Do you want more?” Before you could say anything, you feel the man’s long fingers venture under your panties, tracing your hole. The drag of his digits paired nicely with the attention he gave your clit. He curled his fingers searching for gummy spots, making you squirm underneath him. Once he had you drooling, going dumb to the point of your climax, his movements sped up. Built up pleasure released, harshly clenching around the man’s cock. He twitched, thrust becoming more erratic, Soobin’s whole body clenches, emptying his load, making your panties useless. 

You whine, “Soobin- look what you did.” The man lying on you shakes his head, basically telling you that he didn’t care. You roll your eyes, your hands grooming his soft, dark locks. He kept his obsession with playing with you until you got whiny again. Head lifting from your chest creeps down to your pussy, ridding the fabic. Soobin’s big eyes look up, “Call one of your roommates to get you new ones because you’re not getting these back.” He smirks before shoving his face into you, tongue lapping up your juices and cleaning up the mess he left on you.

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil 🩺

taglist: @blue-moon-514, @naoristerling, @inkigayocamman, @izzyy-stuff, @biteyoubiteme, @saejinniestar

[circesastro]

Circe’s Note #2

Note: These are just my own observations, ideas, thoughts and theories. This is just for entertainment purposes. Also, please be respectful of my observations! It is perfectly understandable to not resonate with some of my personal observations but please do not leave any disrespectful comments! Lastly, please don’t plagiarize any of my works!Without further ado, enjoy!

**All photos are from Pinterest**

✿ Capricorn in the 3rd house can indicate the native being the more responsible sibling. They feel like the most mature sibling or they can actually be the older sibling.

✿ Men with Scorpio Venus tend to come from wealthy families.

✿ Chiron in the 10th house can actually indicate that the native will be very successful within their careers (after many setbacks) and they usually make a pretty big name for themselves.

✿ Pisces Moon women are so gorgeous 💗Ex: Wonyoung, IU, Audrey Hepburn, Winona Ryder, Vanessa Hudgens, Winter (Aespa)

✿ Also, Pisces women tend to get loads of hate for being too pretty. They are often accused of having plastic surgery...example Angelababy and Madison Beer. It could be Neptunes influence causing other people to project onto them so harshly.

✿ I can’t remember who said this already 😭 but Aquarius Suns really do have the prettiest noses. They won the nose genetics❤️ (J-hope, Rose, I.M, DK, my dad 💀) Either way their nose tend to be a prominent part of their face. 

✿ Also why is it that idol groups always choose detrimental mars as their leaders? (Ex: TXT’s Soobin (libra mars), Seventeen’s S.Coups (libra mars), Enhypen’s Jungwon (taurus mars), Twice’s Jihyo (libra mars), BTS’s RM (cancer mars), Aespa’s Karina (taurus mars)).

✿ I also can't remember who said this before (if anyone knows the original creator who said this please let me know so I can give credit) but your Mars sign (degree + house) can indicate the reasons that you get "canceled" or the reason you receive hate..

If you have an Aquarius Mars or Mars at 11, 23 degrees you could get canceled for the most random things

if you have a Libra Mars or Mars 7, 19 degrees you could get canceled for being in a relationship.

Pisces Mars or Mars at 12, 24 degrees could be canceled dr*g use or being drunk/under the influence.

Sagittarius Mars or Mars at 9, 21 degrees could get cancelled due to cultural appropriation...

Examples:

Cai Xukun has his mars in cancer and he had a scandal concerning getting a woman pregnant ( and he also has a scorpio moon and his mother allegedly hired someone to stalk her...)

Lisa has her mars in virgo and when she was on Youth With You, she got a lot of hate for being "too strict" as a mentor.

Jackson Wang recieved a lot of hate due to him constantly drinking alcohol during his concerts. (pisces mars)

G-idle's Soyeon recieved lots of backlash for "hogging attention" and she’s a Leo mars.

✿ Water sun men have the prettiest eyes…something about them is just so alluring (ex: WAYV’s Winwin, Ding Chengxin, Ding Yuxi, TXT’s Beomgyu, Stray Kid’s Hyunjin, Xu Kai, etc.)

MASTERLIST

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[🌸] taste of love w/ txt

✿ pairing: ot5 x reader (individually) / silly fluff 🌸 ✿ mini-fics with each member for the same situation / less than 500 words for each member / altogether, word count: 1819 words ✿ in which you cook for them and this is how they react ✿ my love language is cooking so this is just me ✨projecting✨ (also i know i was mia for a while but hi hello! ;w;) [masterlist 🌸] / other members under the cut! / @kflixnet​ 🧑‍🍳

the house is quiet apart from the clinks and clanks coming from the kitchen; the only source of light present as the sun begins to set. the waft of deliciousness (or you hope you're not being biased to yourself) sets in the air as you begin plating the food, well-aware that the time is near. there's a kind of tranquility in the waiting, the pace, and the anticipation for–the light rummages and jingling of keys makes you smile. your heart palpates, yet, you try to remain composure as you calmly make finishing touches to the plate of food you're about to serve...

[🐰] soobin soobin grows wide-eyed at the sight (even though he already knew in advance–it's all he could think about for the entire day until this very beating moment) and almost forgets to breathe. it's the way you laugh and beckon him over that he nearly trips over his own foot to get to where you are. scrambling to sit down, he expertly grips onto the chopsticks to start eating. upon taking the first bite, he slowly chews as the taste begins to seep into his tastebuds. he's well-aware he has eyes on him that he looks up with a sheepish grin, spreading his arms open that lures you in. he nuzzles into you as he continues eating; digesting the flavors that comfort him as he squeezes you tight. he doesn't say it with words, but it's almost as if you feel it with the way his arms embrace you–this is so, so, so good. and you're able to confirm it when you gaze down to meet with his smile; the little twinkle in his eyes gives it away past the tiredness weighing his eye bags; thank you. and it's like he can hear the vowels being sounded out into his ears when he hears you chuckling; you're always welcomed.

tl;dr: this boy will remember this for days. it could be a regular occurrence, but in the quietest of moments when soobin misses you, he remembers your cooking. he might get overtaken by excitement to begin digging in first but trust that soobin's eternally grateful to be taken care of by you; especially through cooking. he only remembers to take photos of it midway through, but it's better than nothing as it serves as a reminder of the meals you've made for him. will probably randomly spam you of the food you've made for him as a subtle hint he's wanting it. (or he just really misses you, our resident soft boy here is subtle but not really)

[🦊] yeonjun yeonjun is on you quicker than you can process, nearly tackling you down on the kitchen floor as you let out a squeak of surprise. he begins peppering kisses all over your face, barely taking in the sight of the food despite that being on the spotlight. it's only after a few beats that he calms down to sit by the kitchen island, biting down on his lip so he can listen to you tell him what you've made for him as he patiently waits until you're done. then, it's the moment you're waiting for. he takes the first bite... second... third... and then it happens (as it always does). you watch as he goes wide-eyed and starts to clap his hands; a sort of slow applause that echoes through the walls as he aggressively gets louder and then, the next phase happens. it's the rambling of how good everything tastes, that he'll need another plate after this despite only taking a few bites of his (still very full) plate. the universe grants him to be able to muster up a few more sentences before he's met with silence. the cheekiness in his smile, the shyness in yours, blossoms laughter that enables him to grab onto your hand and plant a kiss; thank you, baby.

tl;dr: yeonjun's loud with his expressions, but it's in the quietness too that you feel how appreciative he is. i see him exaggerating his reactions but it's not necessarily false, but as he's someone who does the cooking, he knows how it must feel to be appreciated with his cooking. and he truly enjoys your cooking, which is why he's just as expressive as he usually is. i can see him either being really loud and dramatic, or quiet and soft with the respect that you took the time to cook for him, coming home to a warm meal.

[🐯] beomgyu his reaction is what makes your heart melt when he rushes over, almost forgets to ditch his bag before he swoops his arms around you as he watches you make finishing touches before the plate is fully his. as he hooks his chin on your shoulder, he gets comfortable in molding his body to yours, as if that's where he belongs. not even the way you try to tell him you're sweaty (or that he's sweaty) would get him away. if anything, he only insists in staying by your side as he opens his mouth, pointing at the food with his wiggling brows. you scoff (but he reads very quickly there's no malice) as your hands start to make a spoonful of the perfect bite to bring it up to his lips. you're able to turn your body a bit to see how his eyes snap shut as he chews on the food, his grip tightening around you. you try to ask if it tastes good but he holds a fist up to his mouth as he shakes his head. you cherish this silence for now, knowing very well as the night progresses and with more bites, he's about to yap your ear off. either one, you come to love and anticipate when he opens his eyes and meeting yours... with his mouth hanging open for more. (cheeky little shit, but you oblige for another before you'd give him the spoon to gobble it all down)

tl;dr: the excited one that gets progressively excited as he continues to eat. beoms gives the impression that he'll be gentle in the beginning, but as he continues to eat, he gets aggressively expressive with how good he wants to tell you the food tastes and would insist you take a bite (despite you being the one making it and knowing very well how it tastes–i don't make the ruls, if beoms wants to feed you a bite, you better take it).

[🐿] taehyun taehyun skips his way into the kitchen and tries to see if there's anything he can help you with (be it putting things aside, back to where they belong or–) but he has no chance of doing so when you're already navigating him out of the kitchen. he sets his butt down on the dining chair and makes it a point to get you to look at him so he can thank you for the food. it always warms your heart to see how appreciative he is, but you beckon for him to take a bite as you fetch yourself a plate. you peek from the kitchen to see him attempt to wait until you're with him to take a bite but the curiosity gets the best of him to get a small bite while he waits before digging in completely. you pause from a distance to watch his reaction and from this small smile he has while chewing, grows into a big one as he hands his head down in attempts to hide his satisfaction. (not really hiding, but you can tell he's hiding because he doesn't want to make it seem like he didn't want to wait for you to eat, but in reality he just knows the food would be amazing so you can't really blame him, alright?)

tl;dr: taehyun's the silent appreciator at first, but after, he'll be sure to make it a point you know how much he appreciates it. i see him as being someone who would return the favor by cleaning up or be the one to buy dessert to sort of "balance" things out, even though it shouldn't be transactional–it's not like that for him, it just makes him feel good knowing he's able to give you something in return one way or another. just know that despite his silence or even though he's more "quiet" compared to the other guys in terms of showing excitement, he'll remember every single dish or food that you've made for him and be sure to compliment your efforts in every way possible.

[🐧] kai the loudest gasp fills your ears before you feel a pair of arms gripping onto you tightly and almost swinging you around before you remind him that you have a plate full of food–his food–and you would very much like it for him to eat the food than for it to end up on the floor. he sheepishly sets you down and takes your instructions to sit by the kitchen counter, obediently taking the utensils to begin eating but not until you're seated with him and takes the first bite. this dramatic boy almost pretends to faint on the counter but not when you playfully nudge him to–be serious, kai! how's the taste? past the giggles and laughter, he can't reply with words when he has a mouthful but he tries to his best ability to give some garbled compliments but you already see how he feels about it when his face is lit up with the taste and the thought alone of how much time and effort you must've taken to make this for him... kai just knows he'll be showering you with love and affection when the meal is over. and you know it when you see him glancing around at the pots and pans, the chopping board by the sink, the discarded trash by the door... then you meet gazes with him and it's the way he holds out to grab onto your hand and gives you a squeeze. that alone was an indicator of: thank you. with the squeeze you give back, it was a reciprocative: always.

tl;dr: this boy would nearly forget that you made him food in the first place. lost in the opportunity to give you affection and show you gratitude that he nearly forgets the food you've made him in the first place that's got him all appreciative. even though he might be dramatic with his expressions, just know that he truly, deeply appreciates it when he knows how much time and effort goes into cooking and preparing food for someone. will constantly question how you can cook the way you do when he thinks it's pure sorcery but will not hesitate to try anything you make and help clean up after.

[dr-solomon]

— txt masterlist.

🔞 [MDNI]

SOOBIN;

× link + thoughts

YEONJUN;

↪ 429; Daniel only call you when it's half past five, he has a collection of your lipsticks, every day you spend together is like your last day, one of you needs to stop your relationship, and it's the day he tries it.

↪ wet dream; you see your best friend in your wet dream and he wakes you up in your moaning.

↪ oranges; jun's dirty live.

↪ "you were dreaming about me?"

↪ blow

↪ silicon diamonds

↪ bad boys (w/beomgyu)

↪ hey, prada (w/kai)

TAEHYUN;

↪ you're here for getting wet?; your boyfriend accepts your sweet request and brings you to the gym, but something doesn't go your way. [requested]

↪ tangerines; tyun's dirty live.

↪ my girl; "you can't get out of my car until you feel better."

↪ taehyun plays with you

& txt's reaction to you crying during sex

©dr-solomon 2024

[kumiwon]

𐔌 dr masterlist ! 𐦯

! dr name [s/o] !trope/other info !

★ —> my main drs

┆ ⤿ 🦢 𝐊𝐏𝐎𝐏 𝐃𝐑𝐒 ⌗

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟭 ⠀:: enhypen [jungwon] !soulmates ★

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟮 ⠀:: enhypen [jungwon] !shared dr

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟯 ⠀:: enhypen [jungwon] !shared dr

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟰 ⠀:: enhypen [riki]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟱 ⠀:: enhypen [no s/o]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟲 ⠀:: enhypen [undecided?] !male dr

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟳 ⠀:: illit [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟴 ⠀:: iland [jungwon] !rivals to lovers

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟵 ⠀:: newjeans [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝗢⠀:: katseye [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟭 ⠀:: zerobaseone [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟮 ⠀:: le sserafim [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟯 ⠀:: twice [no s/o]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟰 ⠀:: stray kids [hyunjin]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟱 ⠀:: idol school [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟲 ⠀:: kpop staff [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟳 ⠀:: lucky fan [no s/o]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟴 ⠀:: Txt [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟵 ⠀:: 2nd txt [soobin]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟮𝟬 ⠀:: Boynextdoor [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟮𝟭 ⠀:: Riize [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟮𝟮 ⠀:: Soloist [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟮𝟯 ⠀:: IVE [jungwon]

┆ ⤿ 🦢 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏 𝐃𝐑𝐒 ⌗

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟭 ⠀:: rubaex [jungwon] ★

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟮 ⠀:: V0RT3X [jungwon] !co ed grp, exes to lovers

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟯 ⠀:: vespra [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟰 ⠀:: seraphix [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟱 ⠀:: redcat [jungwon] !shared dr ★

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟲 ⠀:: Girlnextdoor [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟳 ⠀:: Vlush [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟴 ⠀:: Mortem [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟵 ⠀:: Hexa !coed group [jungwon]

┆ ⤿ 🦢 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐒 ⌗

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟭 ⠀:: hogwarts [jungwon] !friends to lovers, golden trio era

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟮 ⠀:: hogwarts [jungwon] !rivals to lovers, golden trio era

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟯 ⠀:: hogwarts [jungwon] !modern era

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟰 ⠀:: ilvermorny [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟱 ⠀:: beauxbatons [jungwon]

┆ ⤿ 🦢 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄/𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐒 ⌗

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟭 ⠀:: dark moon [jakah/jungwon] ★ !forbidden love

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟮 ⠀:: cozy life [jungwon] ★ !soulmates

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟯 ⠀:: small town [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟰 ⠀:: royalty [jungwon] !europe, arranged marriage

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟱 ⠀:: royalty [jungwon] !ancient china, happy love

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟲 ⠀:: Royalty [jungwon] !ancient korea

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟳 ⠀:: royalty [jungwon] !fantasy

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟴 ⠀:: street racer [jungwon] !rivals to lovers ★

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟵 ⠀:: Street racer 2 [jungwon] !friends to lovers

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟬 ⠀:: underground fighter [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟭 ⠀:: underground fighter 2 [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟮 ⠀:: better cr [no s/o]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟯 ⠀:: Better cr 2 [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟰⠀:: figure skater [sunghoon] !friends to lovers

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟱 ⠀:: figure skater [sunghoon] !rivals to lovers

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟲 ⠀:: vampire [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟳 ⠀:: jurassic world [no s/o]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟴 ⠀:: urban explorer [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟵 ⠀:: zombie apocalypse [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟮𝟬 ⠀:: parent [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟮𝟭 ⠀:: high school [jungwon] !love at first sight

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟮𝟮 ⠀:: high school [wonki] !love triangle, strangers to lovers & exes to lovers

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟮𝟯 ⠀:: chaebol [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟮𝟰 ⠀:: chaebol [jay] !arranged marriage

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟮𝟱 ⠀:: streamer [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟮𝟲 ⠀:: professional dancer [ni-ki] !childhood best friends

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟮𝟳 ⠀:: mafia [undecided]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟮𝟴 ⠀:: living in another country [no s/o] !paris

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟮𝟵 ⠀:: living in another country [no s/o] !china

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟯𝟬 ⠀:: living in another country [no s/o] !nyc

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟯𝟭 ⠀:: childhood [no s/o]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟯𝟮 ⠀:: fantasy [jungwon] !mermaid

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟯𝟯 ⠀:: fantasy [jungwon] !fairy

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟯𝟰 ⠀:: pirate [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟯𝟱 ⠀:: actress [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟯𝟲 ⠀:: waiting room [no s/o]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟯𝟳 ⠀:: superhero [jungwon] !partners in crime

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟯𝟴 ⠀:: detective [undecided

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟯𝟵 ⠀:: fashion designer [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟰𝟬 ⠀:: bakery [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟰𝟭 ⠀:: dream job - pediatrician [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟰𝟮 ⠀:: College !fashion student [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟰𝟯 ⠀:: College 2 !law [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟰𝟰 ⠀:: Ancient egypt [no s/o]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟰𝟱 ⠀:: 1950s [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟰𝟲 ⠀:: Shifter boarding school [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟰𝟳 ⠀:: Spidersquad [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟰𝟴 ⠀:: Spiderman [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟰𝟵 ⠀:: Witch [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟱𝟬 ⠀:: Witch school [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟱𝟭 ⠀:: spy/agent [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟱𝟮 ⠀:: own band [jungwon]

┆ ⤿ 🦢 𝐊𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐒 ⌗

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟭 ⠀:: the world of my 17 [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟮 ⠀:: true beauty [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟯 ⠀:: true beauty [seojun]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟰 ⠀:: lovely runner [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟱 ⠀:: extraordinary you [undecided]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟲 ⠀:: Alchemy of souls [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟳 ⠀:: Alchemy of souls [seo yul]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟴 ⠀:: Tale of the nine tailed [jungwon]

┆ ⤿ 🦢 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐒/𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐒 ⌗

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟭 ⠀:: mcu [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟮 ⠀:: descendants [jungwon] !enemies to lovers, daughter of queen of hearts

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟯 ⠀:: descendants [jungwon] !daughter of white queen

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟰 ⠀:: descendants [jungwon] !daughter of cheshire cat

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟱 ⠀:: mean girls [no s/o]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟲 ⠀:: winx [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟳 ⠀:: percy jackson [jungwon] !daughter of nyx

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟴 ⠀:: henry danger [henry] !daughter of ray

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟵 ⠀:: the thundermans [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝗢⠀:: how to train your dragon [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟭 ⠀:: victorious [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟮 ⠀:: monster high [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟯 ⠀:: tinkerbell [no s/o]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟰 ⠀:: miss peregrines home for peculiar children [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟱 ⠀:: big hero 6 [no s/o]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟲 ⠀:: hotel transylvania [undecided]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟳 ⠀:: pen15 [shuji]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟴 ⠀:: pen15 [ni-ki]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟵 ⠀:: lilo and stitch [no s/o]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟮𝗢 ⠀:: sanrio [no s/o]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟮𝟭 ⠀:: strawberry shortcake [no s/o]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟮𝟮 ⠀:: my little pony [no s/o]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟮𝟯 ⠀:: descendants [jungwon] !daughter of Cupid

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟮𝟰 ⠀:: Oceans 8 [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟮𝟱 ⠀:: Xo kitty [minho] !kitty’s sister, rivals to lovers

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟮𝟲 ⠀:: Xo kitty 2 [minho] !friends to lovers

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟮𝟳 ⠀:: Xo kitty 3 [jungwon] !strangers to lovers

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟮𝟴 ⠀:: Barbie [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟮𝟴 ⠀:: Single’s Inferno [jungwon]

┆ ⤿ 🦢 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐃𝐑𝐒 ⌗

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟭 ⠀:: jeans [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟮 ⠀:: dollhouse [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟯 ⠀:: (y)our expected fate [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟰 ⠀:: starlight [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟱 ⠀:: sure thing [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟲 ⠀:: melting point [sunghoon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟳 ⠀:: soulmarked rivalry [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟴 ⠀:: business proposal [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝗢𝟵 ⠀:: love 119 [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝗢 ⠀:: truly madly deeply [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟭 ⠀::  off my face [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟮 ⠀::  take a chance with me [jungwon]

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝟭𝟯 ⠀::  scripted [jungwon]

might be updating this list over time!

[bluhourz]

when he's a doctor

-

The evening had started out fun and carefree. You were out with your closest friends, chatting and laughing over drinks and snacks at your favorite hangout spot. Everything seemed normal, but as the night went on, a strange wave of dizziness washed over you. At first, you brushed it off, assuming you were just tired or dehydrated. But the feeling didn’t pass—it worsened.

“Hey,” one of your friends said, concern flickering in their eyes. “Are you okay? You look pale.”

You tried to respond, but before you could, the world tilted, and everything went black.

---

When you opened your eyes, bright fluorescent lights greeted you. Your head felt heavy, and there was a soft beeping sound nearby. Slowly, you realized you were lying on a hospital bed.

“Hey, you’re awake!” one of your friends exclaimed, relief evident in their voice.

“What... happened?” you mumbled, your throat dry.

“You passed out,” another friend explained. “We were all so freaked out. We called an ambulance just to be safe.”

Before you could process what they were saying, the door to the room opened, and in walked a tall, soft-spoken doctor. His coat was crisp and white, his hair perfectly styled, but it was his kind eyes that held your attention. He looked young, maybe a little older than you, and his presence immediately made the sterile hospital room feel a bit warmer.

“Hi,” he said, his voice smooth and calming. “I’m Dr. Choi Soobin. How are you feeling?”

“I... uh, I’m okay, I think,” you replied, your voice shaky.

Soobin smiled gently and stepped closer, pulling a chair to sit beside your bed. “That’s good to hear. Your friends told us what happened. I just want to ask you a few questions and run some checks to make sure everything’s okay.”

You nodded, unable to tear your gaze away from him. His calm demeanor and soft tone were strangely comforting, making you feel less like a patient and more like a person he genuinely cared about.

He picked up your chart and glanced at it before looking back at you. “Have you been feeling dizzy or lightheaded before tonight?”

“A little,” you admitted. “But I thought it was just because I was tired.”

He nodded thoughtfully, his brow furrowing slightly as he jotted something down. “And have you been eating and drinking enough today? Sometimes dehydration or low blood sugar can cause fainting spells.”

“Not really,” you confessed, feeling a little embarrassed. “I skipped lunch because I was busy.”

Soobin let out a soft chuckle, but it wasn’t condescending. “That might explain it,” he said. “Your body needs fuel, you know.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his light teasing, feeling a strange flutter in your chest.

“Alright,” he continued, reaching for his stethoscope. “I’m just going to check your heartbeat. Can you sit up for me?”

You obeyed, and he leaned in closer, the cool metal of the stethoscope pressing against your skin. His touch was featherlight, and the proximity made your heart race—though you were sure it wasn’t from the fainting spell anymore.

“Your heart’s beating a little fast,” he said with a small smile, pulling back.

You flushed, looking away. Yeah, no kidding, you thought.

After a few more checks—your blood pressure, oxygen levels, and a quick look at your pupils—Soobin set his tools aside and met your gaze again.

“Everything seems normal,” he said, his voice full of reassurance. “It was probably a combination of dehydration and low blood sugar. But I’d recommend taking it easy for the next couple of days. Make sure you’re eating regular meals and drinking plenty of water, okay?”

You nodded, your heart still doing little flips at the way he looked at you. “Thank you, Dr. Choi.”

His smile widened, and he stood, slipping his hands into the pockets of his coat. “You can call me Soobin,” he said. “And if you have any more questions or feel unwell again, don’t hesitate to come back. I’m here most nights.”

There was a hint of something in his tone—playfulness, maybe—that made your cheeks heat up.

As he turned to leave, one of your friends leaned over, smirking. “Is it just me, or was he way too cute to be a doctor?”

You tried to brush it off, but the truth was, Soobin’s soft touch and kind eyes were all you could think about as you left the hospital. You had a feeling you’d be very diligent about following his advice—if only to have an excuse to see him again someday.

[huenistar]

the txt members as brainrot

(fuck @/always4gowon u trump supporting bitch i hope u and you mama fall down the fucking stairs, poorly educated prolly a casserole eater (white person) fuck. u dont understand how politics works and u should not have an opinion. i wouldnt be surprised if ur IQ was under 70 because ur dumbass self brings religion into politics but the thing is u believe in a religion that has more sexual abusers and pedophiles than normal, well educated, independent, mentally stable people thats js crazy imo!! hope u get mental help cause something aint right in ur brain, you think slower than the average person and i wouldnt be shocked if u was a white female who lives in Delaware. fuck your racist ass and fuck ur mama for raising you like that)

i dont fuck with the trump supporting individuals, this post WAS but is not inspired by anyone that i know of. idgaf if u “made” this trend or wtv, until u show and tell me you political beliefs and views this post is my idea idgaf

thank u for reading that and i dont give 2 shits if u agree or not, as a woc i have the right to say this idea is mine until you show that ur beliefs are the same as mine. im not giving any credit to a fucker who wants abortion gone, immigrants gone, groceries higher and who brings up religion when we are discussing something that could genuinely affect more than 3 billion lives

doing the txt members cause i didnt script a friend group in my txt dr, and no i do not affiliate myself with that weirdass ho. lets continue on though

YEONJUN | 연준

fein, lunchly, thats what they called me in highschool

“fein fein fein fein” how about u start feining for a job!!!! IM TIRED OF HEARING FEIN

“5 minutes before we go on stage” “fein fein fein fein fein fein feinnn ohhh yeah fein fein” i have unwillingly picked up this habit

“did u guys see that four legged beast over there” “thats what they called me in highschool”

i cant say Shit around rhis man without him saying “thats what they called me in highschool” YOU ARE 25 YEARS OLD.

“i like my cheese drippy bruh” how about i slap u into next week u poorly educated bafoon

SOOBIN | 수빈

gap gap wap wap, 𝓲𝓶 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓿𝓻𝓸, sigma/beta/alpha

2 am at the dorm, the sounds u will hear is

loud clicking noises (beomgyu playing games)

‘hmmm’ every 5 seconds (yeonjun deciding on what clothes to buy)

laughing and giggling (tyunning watching a tiktok together)

and soobin saying “gap gap wap wap” for the 289th time that day (KEEP IN MIND THAT ITS TWO AM.)

“𝓲𝓶 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓿𝓻𝓸” ur born in 2000 and im born in 2002 if we think harder about this i have the right to sue u

instead of u saying “𝓲𝓶 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝓿𝓻𝓸” to me how about u get a girlfriend and say that to her u LOSER.

“ur definitely a beta and im definitely an alpha” im employed what does this mean?

“isn’t hueningkai so sigma” uhmmmmm what

BEOMGYU | 범규

livvy dunne, baby gronk, gyat, everything.

most brainrotted of them all. hes too far gone

“oh my gyat what the skibidi!! livvy dunne got a sigma gyat and vro i just saw this edit an epik moa made of me and i look like such a mogger in it instead of a POTATO ;-; 🤫🧏 THOSE WHO KNOW💀💀 gimme mah kookey :c”

he uses any and ALL brainrot from ALL OF THE YEARS. how are u using vro and talking like ur role playing in “Adopt and Raise a Cute Baby🏠” ???

nothing he says makes sense at this point.

TAEHYUN | 태현

i forgor, perchance, paracetamol, galvanized square steel

he’s secretly brainrotted dont let his magic tricks fool u.

“hey taehyun” “wait i forgor” “HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😭😭😭😭😭😭😂😂😂😂😂”

it was a SPELLING MISTAKE. NOT ME ACTUALLY SAYING I FORGOR.

“i forgor but this might perchance be paracetamol” he MIGHT use sigma every once in a while

“paracetamol, paracetamol, perchance paracetamol”

LORDDDDD SHUTT ITTTT IVE BEEN HEARING GAP GAP WAP WAP, FEIN, GYAT, RIZZ, AND PARACETAMOL ALL DAY.

he tries to be all big, buff and mysterious but if u say perchance he bust out laughing and suddenly everyone can hear him.

he genuinely watches those galvanized square steel videos because he thinks he needs to know how to build a house for 1.982 decilion people.

“perchance this is galvanized square steel and can u get me some… i forgor oh i remember! can u get me some paracetamol?” and keep in mind, HES LAUGHING AS HES SAYING THIS ??

HUENINGKAI | 후닝카이

rizz, sus, BOII 🫱🫱🫱, 👌

ik u saw that clip of hueningkai saying taehyun is lizz king.

he uses rizz on a daily basis

“you have so much rizz on stage..” STOP IT.

“this is so sus.. like among us his evil laugh”

i fear he says “BOII” whenever hes playing games with yeonjun

“look at my shoes dude… 👌” you are 22 years old not 12 years old.

“should i turn to my left or right when i do this?” “ur left side looks so sus today.. ur right side has so much rizz!!!”

I ASKED YOU WHICH SIDE LOOKS BETTER NOT WHICH ONE HAS MORE RIZZ.

[do11yhrtz]

KPOP DRS ✸ IDOLS TO BE FRIENDS WITH

'99 — '00 — '01 — '02 — '03

'99 line

chuu — soloist

tzuyu — twice

dino — seventeen

hyewon — iz*one

yeonjun — txt

yena — soloist

kim lip — artms

yuqi — gidle

xiaoting — kep1er

yeri — red velvet

'00 line

shuhua — gidle

yiren — everglow

sunwoo — the boyz

yeji — itzy

chaewon — le sserafim

jaemin — nct

felix — stray kids

soobin — txt

giselle — aespa

heejin — loona

'01 line

chaeryoung — itzy

jackie — ichillin

i.n — stray kids

chenle — nct

heeseung — enhypen

chloe young — badvillain

yunjin — le sserafim

choerry — artms

yuri — iz*one

keeho — p1harmony

'02 line

chaehyun — kep1er

ruka — babymonster

ningning — aespa

gaeul — ive

sunghoon — enhypen

huening kai — txt

joonie — ichillin

nakyoung — triples

jake — enhypen

natty — kiss of life

'03 line

seoyeon — triples

kazuha — le sserafim

sunoo — enhypen

yujin — ive

haewon — nmixx

dayeon — kep1er

intak — p1harmony

jaehyun — boynextdoor

yuna — itzy

seunghan — riize

[angellesword]

BAGGAGE | JJK (10)

Summary: Drowning in debt and blood, Jeon Jungkook knows he's better off alone, lest he brings people down with him.

But one drunken night changes everything.

In a blink of an eye, Jungkook found himself drowning not only in debt and blood, but also in dirty diapers and judgmental stares from you, a.k.a his long-lost love and the guardian of the son he didn't even know existed.

Genre and warnings: best friends to lovers, co-parenting, idiots in love, slow burn—really slow burn mutual pining, angst, fluff, implied smut, kissing, minor character death, slight getting back together, cursing, blood, stabbing, loan sharks, OC cusses excessively so watch out.

Pairing: dad! Jungkook x adoptive mom!Reader

Word Count: 5.6k

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*****

Present, 2023:

Your tensed shoulders indicated you were still angry after leaving Jungkook's apartment. You knew it would be unwise to meet Jang Min, especially Soobin, in this condition, so you decided to cool down by walking in a park.

According to Yoongi, your therapist, misplaced anger was something you were prone to doing. It was probably triggered when Jisoo encouraged you to vent your hurt to her after what the people in the club had done to you.

Your Jisoo-unnie was less threatening. You could hurt her, but she wouldn't budge. In fact, she'd tell you to hurt her more—this horrifying realization baffled Yoongi, though he had to remain calm, mainly because you seemed to be having a panic attack.

You will never forget that day. It was your third appointment with Dr. Yoongi. Verlaine accompanied you, but he stayed in the other room of the clinic as each session was exclusive for the doctor and patient only. Besides, Verlaine had to look after your nephew.

Soobin was a few months old at this time. It hadn't been long since his mother passed. You were mourning, but your quiet resentment was gnawing at you. You hated that you were grieving your traitor of a sister.

Yoongi tiptoed at first, validating your fury. Unfortunately, you were distraught. You were blind and deaf by any information that did not benefit you.

"She told me they were lonely." You reiterated to your therapist Jisoo's reason; the veins in your neck throbbed painfully. "She might as well just stabbed me in the fucking heart. How could she say that? How could they be so cruel to me!?"

Yoongi sighed softly and stopped writing bullshit in his notebook. Ideals were what the therapist said he liked to write. He would give these 'ideals' to his patients so they could follow them. You thought it was bullshit, mainly because you felt like Yoongi was not on your side.

"You'll be surprised at how lonely people deal with things. Sometimes, they hurt people close to them."

"But why!" You kicked the chair. You were tired of asking these questions—none of them gave you the answer you needed. "Why would they hurt me? What did I ever do to them!?"

"Nothing." Yoongi looked at you, breathing in and out until he coaxed you to do the same. Your chest tightened as you inhaled. "You're not at fault here, but this isn't about you either. It's about them. Decisions are not always made to be justifiable or morally correct. Sometimes, they are simply made. It's a hard pill to swallow, but their choices are for what they want and feel— not for you."

Jisoo and Jungkook didn't have it in them to think about you in their most desperate and vulnerable moment. Lonely people just wanted to escape, and sometimes, they chose the easiest way because their hardening hearts and noisy minds were already challenging to deal with. The night of their betrayal was the easiest time to relieve their pain because Jisoo and Jungkook understood each other. What did you even know about fucked up decisions and sickness when all your life, you had been sailing the smoothest path?

"It's not fair, I agree with you. However, you cannot get better if you're constantly pinning the blame on them. They hurt you; it was their choice. Now, it's up to you if you want to heal or live in misery. But you can reclaim your power. You can decide for yourself—the decision they cannot and did not do for you."

But you shook your head, ears tightly shut.

"I don't care what you say. It's not an excuse to hurt me. Fuck them—and fuck you for defending them and putting the burden on me!" You wanted to slam Yoongi against the wall.

The wall—

Your eyes were wide. On the other side of the wall was Soobin.

"The kid..." You thought, voice grave. "He shouldn't be alive! He's proof of their betrayal to me! My sister chose him instead of chemotherapy! She wanted to die to relieve herself from the guilt of hurting me!"

You stood up, turning to face the door. Yoongi was alarmed. He seized your wrist.

"Where are you going?"

Soobin. Your eyes seemed to say. The kid was an extension of those who had hurt you--

"You're not planning to hurt your nephew, are you?"

You gasped, knees turning weak. You turned your head to look at your therapist, horror painting your face.

"No." You denied it, panicked. "No. No. Please, don't. I didn't mean to."

Yoongi read your mind. He knew your dark thoughts. No.

"Please, Doc. You have to believe me...” You hiccupped. “I...I wasn't thinking straight. I'm not actually going to hurt him. Please. I love Soobin. I am just lonely."

Lonely.

You felt like you were hit by a fast-moving track, dragging your bloody body until your heart stopped.

No. This wasn't how you were supposed to understand Yoongi's point. It was too cruel. 

'It's not about you.' Yoongi's words echoed in your mind. You felt as if someone put a pillow on your face, asphyxiating you.

"Hey, are you okay? Are you--!!" The therapist exclaimed, but you had no idea what happened next. You passed out because of stress. When you woke up, you were already back in your apartment. Verlaine remained by your side, waiting for you to return to your senses.

The first thing you did when you woke up was look for Soobin. You were hysterical, thinking that Yoongi diagnosed you as an insane person and, hence, not fit to care for Soobin. Your therapist had ideals, but he wasn’t mean. Verlaine told you that he and Yoongi made a deal.

"You have to get better and see your therapist regularly. You're too stressed. You can't take care of Soobin in this condition. I'll just stay with you for a while. Is that all right?"

You nodded vigorously. You didn't care what the conditions were. You only wanted Soobin to stay with you, so for years, you diligently took care of your mental health until you were deemed fit to be Soobin's guardian.

You thought you needed time alone before you saw Soobin today. You were afraid you’d had the thought of hurting your neph—son just like before. Jungkook brought out the worst in you, and confronting him today messed up your mind.

You stayed in the park for an hour before returning to your apartment. You flagged down a cab, calling Lee Sung on your way so he could bring Soobin back to your home. You couldn't stay with Jang Min forever. You know your boyfriend was a busy man, too.

Naturally, Soobin and Lee Sung reached your apartment first since Jang Min's home was only a few blocks away from yours. Soobin was already sleeping when you arrived.

"Sleeping again?" Your forehead creased, a frown etched on your lips. However, Lee Sung simply shrugged.

"I told you already. Your son loves boss a lot. He ran around while you were..." Lee Sung paused and eyed you from head to toe. There's a sly smirk on his face. "Out."

You disliked how Lee Sung looked at you but didn't comment. As Jang Min told him everything, Lee Sung probably knew where you went; he was Jang Min’s right hand, after all. In your defense, though, you didn't do anything wrong. Jungkook only pissed you off.

"Then you can go now." You ended the conversation at once. You were almost pushing Lee Sung out of the door. "I'll contact you if I need you. Please look after Jang Min-ssi for a while."

Jang Min had a business trip abroad. You wouldn't see him for weeks or months. You didn't mind, as you and Jang Min had been long-distance for the majority of your relationship. Jang Min frequented in Russia more.

You thought your life was okay as long as Soobin was by your side. Thankfully, Lee Sung didn't disgrace your home by staying too long.

It was still a bit early, yet your energy had been sucked up fully. You picked up Soobin, gently moving his tiny body into your room so you could sleep beside him.

Your son wasn't at risk of bed-sharing with you anymore. You used to be driven by paranoia; you took caring for Soobin seriously, and any danger for a child scared you senseless. It took you long before you started feeding your son solid food for fear of choking. Soobin was well-behaved, though. He listened to your advice to chew his food properly and slowly. (Save for when you had crab spring rolls because Soobin would inhale that food in seconds.)

Like father, like son.

You looked at Soobin's sleeping form. Your heart throbbed painfully in your chest. I love you like my own. Tears welled up in your eyes as you embraced your kid. Don't betray me like your parents did.

*** Jungkook was left in his shit hole of an apartment alone. The loud slam of the door rang in his ears, vibrating straight in his heart. Your retreating figure reminded him of what he couldn't have.

Jungkook mumbled your name pitifully. He knew. He knew he had long lost the right to cling to you. Gone were the days he could claim you with a choker and playfully call you mine.

Jungkook called your name again. His voice held a tremor as he desperately reached out his hand toward the door.

Jungkook felt tears trickling down his cheeks, ignoring his long streak of holding it together. His life had been so fucked up that he didn't dare wish for someone like you to stay with him.

But Jungkook can't. His heart felt as if there was a gaping hole that only you could fill.

“No…” Jungkook couldn't take it anymore. Despite his aching wound, he barged out of his home, running after you.

It didn't matter if you decided to fill the hole in Jungkook's heart with rough sand or a cold mix of asphalt. He wouldn't dare whine at your rough insult or stone-cold face—he would accept anything, but not you leaving.

Your encounter today was like a huge slap in Jungkook's face—how he made everything worse for you. It was a sudden realization. Jungkook wasn't even sure if he would think the same later, but one thing was for sure: Jungkook wanted to catch up to you now.

He did.

Jungkook watched you walk aimlessly at the park. It took you an hour—or maybe more—before you hailed a cab. Jungkook didn't mind, realizing how much he craved looking at you—even from afar.

Afar.

You got inside the cab, which, in just a few seconds, was already far from where Jungkook was.

Jungkook panicked, hand digging into his pants pocket to see if he had money left.

He did not.

Of course, he didn't have anything with him.

Jungkook mumbled your name again. The desperation colored his face once more. He ignored his wounds for the nth time, choosing to chase the cab instead. Unfortunately, Jungkook's speed was no match for a vehicle or a normal human being. But he didn't stop. He ran like a lunatic as his eyes darted on street signs.

"Imperial Gardens," Jungkook murmured as he picked up the speed. "26006..."

Jungkook shook his head violently, feeling the cold air hit his face. No. He memorized your address wrong.

"2200..." He recalled and smacked his head—as if doing so would make him remember.

"R-Royal Heights. Incheon...Ugh." Jungkook's body was still weak. His steps halted to check if his wounds were bleeding. Thankfully, they weren't. It gave Jungkook the dumb idea to continue running, praying to Gods he didn't believe in to make him remember your address right.

The Gods had been terrible to him before, but not this time. It took him a while, but he successfully reached your apartment. It had your surname on a signage plastered on your front door. The place was probably twenty times bigger than Jungkook's rented room, making his hand shake. The confidence he mustered earlier faded in the face of your big home.

She was doing so well. Jungkook licked his lips. What if I just ruin her?

The other part of his brain frowned at him, 'If she's doing well, then why would she come to you?'

For a while, two sides of Jungkook's brain argued. He didn't know where to listen. All he knew was his eyes were heavy and his wounds, despite not bleeding, hurt.

Jungkook blinked. Sweat cascaded his forehead down to his neck. It was hot, and he felt like throwing up.

He gently flopped down the ground, leaning against your massive front door.

It's okay. He told himself despite his clenching heart. It's not okay. He's afraid. He was so scared you would open the door and realize you didn't want him in your life anymore.

It's okay. Jungkook told himself, and the door opened just like in his imagination.

Jungkook heard a gasp, followed by a hand gripping his shoulder.

"Jungkook? What are you doing here? What the fuck—"

It was clearly your voice, but Jungkook was so out of it. He was awake, but he couldn't focus on anything other than his body pain.

"You're sweating." You helped him get to his feet. "What are you—" Then you snickered when you realized what had happened. "You—!! Did you run here!?"

You told me to go to you. Jungkook thought, but he only bit his quivering lip. You gave me a chance.

"Fuck. I don't know what I'm going to do with you!" You cursed, yet you anchored Jungkook's hand into your shoulder, gently guiding him inside your massive home.

You helped Jungkook sit on the couch. Jungkook groaned, eyes clamping shut. He was in too much pain. His wounds had been aggravated. Again.

You shook your head in disappointment as you fished your phone out of your pocket to call for help.

"Hold it." You said before carding your fingers through Jungkook's sweaty hair. "Help will be here in a while—Jungkook? Are you listening?"

Jungkook could only answer with a nod. You let out a breath. This is enough. At least he didn't pass out because of pain.

You were able to book an emergency appointment with a home doctor. He lived around the area, so it didn't take him long to arrive. He examined Jungkook, and contrary to what the nurses said, the doctor said it was okay to stay home as long as the patient didn't strain himself and followed a strict diet schedule.

The doctor cleaned Jungkook's wound and prescribed him medicine (which you immediately had someone deliver.) As usual, you took care of everything while Jungkook slept. He was barely making it while the doctor talked to him.

Doctor Ace had to turn to you instead. "You've listed what should and shouldn't be done with him, right? I trust you can follow it. I'll be back tomorrow to check up on him. For now, just let him rest."

"Thank you, Doc." You listened to some more of the doctor's advice before escorting him out of your home. Afterward, you returned to the living room to look at Jungkook resentfully.

You wanted to hit him, but in the end, you simply sighed and let Jungkook off.

Shitty bastard.

****

Jungkook felt like he was stuck in a nightmare. He felt his whole body ache after exhausting himself to get to you.

It seemed like Jungkook always had to run. Because if he didn't, those people would catch up to him—insistent on making him miserable by first dragging his body to the ground.

"Don't make trouble." Someone would press his face to the floor until he couldn't breathe properly, and then he'd feel that person grabbing his hand, his fingertips caressing Jungkook's wrist. "It'll hurt more if you resist."

It hurt at first— but soon, it only tickled. Jungkook thought the troubling memories would fade over time, yet they still haunt him while he was asleep. The nightmare persisted, making it hard for him to breathe.

The ticklish feeling from before could be felt even now. Jungkook struggled. He shook his head and forced himself to wake up.

It's a nightmare. He reminded himself. The feeling of someone grabbing his wrist and forcing him into something happened years before. It might haunt him in his sleep, but it couldn't—wouldn't hurt him if he woke up.

So he did.

"Nggh—!!" Jungkook jolted awake. The ticklish feeling was gone, yet he felt his body hurt. He blinked and looked at his wound, realizing that his stomach was covered in a bandage.

Right. He had been stabbed.

Jungkook rapidly became aware of his surroundings. He stupidly chased after you and made his barely healed wound worse.

Now he was—

Jungkook looked around.

—He was at your house.

Jungkook bit his lower lip, hands clammy. He was safe. He was at your house. Lee Sung didn't know this place. Those men in his nightmare couldn't reach him here.

It was going to be okay. Jungkook tried to convince himself. Sadly, his hands wouldn't stop shaking.

He grabbed his wrist, trying to steady it, when he felt a wet feeling in his hand.

Jungkook looked at the back of his palm. His eyes shrunk as he studied his hand. Through his peripheral vision, he saw a small figure sitting on the floor beside the couch where he sat.

Jungkook finally focused his gaze on that small figure.

Soobin.

Considering that he was in your house, it shouldn't come as a surprise. Nonetheless, Jungkook still felt as if the air had been robbed from his lungs the second he laid his eyes on the kid.

Soobin was sitting obediently on the floor while holding a paintbrush—this explained the wetness in Jungkook's hand and the ticklish feeling he thought was induced by his nightmare.

As it turned out, Soobin was painting something on the back of Jungkook's hand.

"Heart!" Soobin suddenly spoke and gently grasped Jungkook's hand to point at his painting there.

Jungkook's mouth parted slightly, heart skipping a beat when he felt Soobin's soft hand grazing his skin. Yeah. This is different from the touch of those men before.

Soobin was a harmless child who liked showing off his heart painting, which looked like a simple red-colored circle.

"D'ya like it?" The child asked innocently; his touch remained gentle as he remembered your reminder. You told Soobin not to bother Jungkook and just keep him company.

Usually, you would not impose such a task on a small child, especially on Soobin. However, Jungkook kept his hold on you even when he was asleep. He kept murmuring, ‘Do not leave me,’ so you had no choice but to turn to your son.

You had to cook dinner on the other side of the room while Jungkook slept, and Soobin silently held his hand and painted hearts on it.

There were two hearts. They were horribly painted, but Jungkook smiled—a genuine smile he hadn't made in years.

"Of course, I like it." His large hand moved to ruffle Soobin's hair. They were soft, partly because he was a kid, and the other reason was because you took good care of your son.

"Am happy!" Soobin giggled and attempted to paint another heart on his father's hand. Meanwhile, Jungkook fell into a stupor, his heart faintly aching from the memory that flooded his brain.

Back then, Jungkook excitedly ran toward your apartment. He knocked like usual, excitement whirling at the pit of his stomach as he waited for you to open the door.

You just swung the door open when Jungkook came near you. You two were chest to chest.

"Hey, look! I got these today!" Little Jungkook basically shoved the watercolor and paintbrush into your chest. "They're so cool!"

Your eyes glistened in awe. At this time, you weren't used to speaking to Jungkook yet. You simply allowed Jungkook to pester you. Luckily, you didn't have to force words out of your mouth. Jungkook willingly let you use the paint first.

You were shaking in anticipation, yet you painted a perfect heart shape on your wrist.

"Me too. Let me paint!" Jungkook gently grabbed the brush from your hand, though he didn't let go of your hand. He used it as a canvas and painted a heart on the back of your palm.

"Big," you observed softly, eyes narrowing to see the shape. It didn't look like a heart, just an ugly, drawn red circle.

But Jungkook was overly proud of his painting.

"It is big.” The brunet grinned. “I made it for you. It’s bigger than your heart because it’s my heart. I love you!”

Innocence always suited children. Jungkook was once a child who was never afraid to voice his feelings for you. He liked you. He told you he loved you on the first day you two met. Jungkook used to be simple-minded. He’d promised to hang out with you because he loved you.

But you weren’t children anymore. Heck. Jungkook had a child of his own now. He blinked back to reality to stare at Soobin. The kid was still busy painting hearts; his lips were puckered while his brows furrowed.

It’s my child. Jungkook thought, trying not to have a panic attack. He had heard worse news. This was just a child…

Just a child…

Jungkook’s heart violently trembled.

He had a child.

“You—” Soobin’s arched brows were higher. He let go of the brush upon noticing Jungkook’s weird expression. He was a perceptive child. “Not like Soobin's heart?”

Jungkook’s breathing was ragged, throat and mouth dry. But he knew he had to force himself to look okay. Honestly, he should give himself some credit for being able to pull himself together despite the shocking news that he unwillingly got to know of.

“I like it,” Jungkook smiled. It wasn’t as genuine as the first one. He scratched his throat before patting Soobin’s head. “Where’s your Ma?”

“Oh!” Soobin’s eyes were comically wide. They shone bright at the mention of his mother. Soobin had forgotten all about painting. “Mama!”

The little kid ran. Jungkook was shocked, but he immediately recovered and followed Soobin. He didn’t run, though. He really should stop abusing his body. Soobin didn’t run far. He just went to the kitchen where you cooked.

The food aroma wafted through the room. Jungkook’s stomach grumbled; he focused on the smell before he realized you were looking at him with a creased forehead. You held a spoon in your right hand; your other hand supported Soobin’s weight. Soobin wrapped his arms around your neck, having no intention to let go.

“You’re awake.” You broke the silence, eyeing Jungkook from head to toe. The bastard looked fine. “Did Soobin wake you up?”

“No.” Jungkook shook his head, not sure how to continue the conversation.

“Okay. Sit.” You gestured toward the chair. “I’m almost done. Dinner will be ready soon.” There was a high chair beside the spot Jungkook chose to sit on. It was for Soobin, so you carefully settled your son there.

Jungkook watched the mother-son duo quietly. He was clueless as to how to approach this whole ordeal. He allowed himself to be impulsive, running after you just cause he was scared to see you retreating.

Now, though, he didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t like his circumstances had changed. Jungkook’s life was still utterly fucked.

“Have some of these first.” You came near the two boys to offer them some pudding. You were surprised when Soobin and Jungkook both reached for the strawberry-flavored one.

Time seemed to stop. Soobin and Jungkook looked at each other, seeing who’d let go first. Jungkook’s grip on the pudding tightened, making Soobin gasp.

“You two...” You were lost for words.

Jungkook’s instinct told him to grab the pudding tighter, but for once, logic sided with him. He instantly let go of the strawberry pudding when he realized he was competing with a child.

His child.

“Here you go, little one.” Jungkook smiled. He then turned to you; his face was unreadable when he wordlessly accepted the coconut-flavored pudding from your hand.

It made you sigh loudly. Damn Jungkook and Soobin for basically being the same person. They really were…

“Soobin ate all the strawberry-flavored ones. That’s the last one.” You explained, “Make do with that for now. I’ll buy more strawberry flavors next time.”

Next time. Jungkook’s heart swelled. There is a next time. You…You weren’t planning on kicking him out.

“T-Thanks.” Jungkook mumbled, voice barely above a whisper, yet you heard it loud and clear.

“Right.” You went back to preparing dinner. You made a crab soup and added purred vegetables to it. It was a simple meal that Doctor Ace approved. It was good for Soobin, too. Your son liked it so much that he asked for another bowl.

“Crab addict.” You clicked your tongue. Jungkook’s eyes flicked to you, thinking you were referring to him.

“It’s good.” Jungkook ladled another bowl for himself. “I haven’t had this in a long time.” He let himself slip off.

You stopped drinking your soup. You stared seriously at Jungkook. “Why not? Too busy to buy? Or to make one?” You hadn’t seen each other in years. You didn’t know if this bastard learned how to cook.

“No.” Jungkook blew on his soup, still high from the addicting taste that he forgot to lie. “I just couldn’t afford it.”

You weren’t surprised, considering the state of Jungkook’s home. But you couldn’t help your curiosity. You took advantage of Jungkook’s relaxed aura. “Why not? Aren’t you a billionaire? Where’d all your money go?”

“I lost in on—”

You swore you were close to finding out the truth. It was easy to bait Jungkook with food, specifically crab food. But Jungkook wasn’t the naïve boy he used to be. He couldn’t—wouldn’t give in.

The silence was deafening. Jungkook stopped drinking his soup, too.

Your mood soured, but you should have seen it coming. Jungkook would never trust you. How much more pain did you have to go through to realize that?

Jungkook called your name when he noticed your mood plummeted. You wouldn’t look at him anymore.

“Forget it.” You stood up, bringing your bowl with you. You poured its contents into the sink. You took your time washing that one piece of bowl and spoon. Thankfully, Soobin announced he was done with his soup, too.

Jungkook stood up and grabbed Soobin’s bowl before you could reach it. Your hands brushed. You pulled at once, though, not liking the electricity that pricked your skin just by simple skin contact with your former best friend.

Damn it.

“I’ll wash the dishes.”

You didn’t respond. You only carried your son in your arms. You started walking away. There were approximately fifty steps before one could exit the kitchen. You were twenty steps away from Jungkook when you paused.

“Your room is on the first floor. White door. Mine’s the one beside that, black door.” You didn’t look back. “You’re welcome to stay whenever. If you need something, just knock on my door--”

You suddenly stopped talking. Soobin yawned; he kissed your cheek before rubbing his head on your chest.

Your lip caught between your teeth. You exhaled, “—I will answer when you call.”

After that, you walked away. You didn’t have any helpers at home. If you needed anything, you just hired an hourly maid, and if Lee Sung was here, all mundane tasks fell on him. You didn’t like calling him, though. You preferred handling things independently, especially if the matter was about Soobin.

Soobin wasn’t difficult to deal with. You didn’t take long to clean him up and settle him to bed. Soobin liked bedtime stories, so you made up one. It was pretty short, though, as your mood was foul after dealing with Jungkook.

“I love you, mon bébé. Goodnight.”

Soobin’s response was a hum, relishing your soft kiss on his forehead. You watched Soobin sleep for a while before retreating to your room. Your mood did get a little better after a long shower. Honestly, you were confused and still afraid of what happened and what would happen next. Jungkook just showed up at your house, and while you shouldn’t have been surprised (you were the one who gave your address to him), you still were. But that’s the thing about Jungkook. He had always been unpredictable. You wouldn’t even blink if Jungkook left now. It was in his nature to run away, and you were the only one who insisted on things happening.

To talk was what you wanted to do, but Jungkook was evasive. Even if he wasn’t, the situation never seemed to be on your side. There was always an accident whenever you tried to face each other.

You didn’t know how long you could hold on any longer. You sighed and opened the door of your bedside drawer, picking up a framed picture of your departed sister there.

Should I just go back to France? Your hold on the frame was firm. I kept my promise. I told him about Soobin. What else can I do if he doesn’t want—

You couldn’t finish your train of thought. It hurt to think about what Jungkook thought about you and Soobin because after all this time, you still—

Your thoughts were once again interrupted. This time, by a knock on your door. You looked at the baby monitor. Soobin was sleeping soundly in the other room, so…

You swallowed thickly. The person outside your room could only be Jungkook. Your heart skipped a beat; you felt like floating when you opened the door for your former best friend.

As expected, Jungkook was there, hovering awkwardly at the door. His head snapped up to meet your gaze.

“Hi.” It's a classic greeting. You already knew this conversation wasn’t going anywhere. Talking never went well for the both of you.

“What do you want?” Your tone was more tired than biting. The rollercoaster emotion earlier got to you. You wanted to sleep now or maybe talk to your Jisoo-unnie, see if she stopped being a pain in the ass, and her burning spirit in hell would show up and tell you it’s okay to go back to France.

“I want to thank you for dinner and letting me stay here…”

You noticed Jungkook fidgeting. This was new. Jungkook was always teasing you. Now he just looked…embarrassed? And he wasn’t making a move to escape. Was this a miracle?

You didn’t dare rejoice early. The situation was still unpredictable. You needed to wait first.

“Is that all?” So you remained calm. You folded your arms across your chest.

“Yeah.” Jungkook nodded, seemingly unsatisfied. He paused before saying, “Good night.”

“Goodnight.” You were halfway through closing the door when Jungkook held the door, stopping you.

"What.”

Jungkook’s lips were pursed into a thin line. You waited for a while. However, you never claimed to be a patient person. You were going to slam the door now. Damn Jungkook and his stupid face.

“One question.”

“What?” You were more confused now. What was this shitty bastard up to!? Did he have a question? If so, why couldn’t he just go straight to the point?

“I don’t want to lie anymore…” Jungkook cleared his throat. He looked you in the eyes. “But I can’t promise to answer all your questions at once. I…”

There was ringing in your ears—as if you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

" I will try my best to answer one of your questions each day.”

It was your turn to be quiet. You didn’t know what to say. Earlier, you were surprised that Jungkook followed you here, fidgeted around you, and stayed the night willingly. Was there a miracle? Was this a fucking joke? Or were you dreaming?

Jungkook called your name tentatively.

You pinched yourself. Aw. You thought. It was real—this was real.

“Is that okay for you?”

There was a slight buffer in your head, and then you realized Jungkook was enquiring about his proposal—how he was willing to answer your question every day.

It felt too good to be true, but you found yourself agreeing.

“It’s okay.” You sucked in a deep breath. “I’d like that.”

Good. Jungkook thought, but he didn’t say it out loud. He only smiled—a second genuine smile for this day. It felt odd, but not in a bad way. He liked smiling for you and Soobin, he realized.

“Okay.”

“Okay.” You mimicked Jungkook.

You looked at each other for a while. No words were exchanged.

The silence lasted for a few minutes.

“I should go to bed.” As usual, it was you who broke it.

“Me too,” Jungkook said, but he made no effort to move. “Good night.”

“Good night,” you said, not moving either. You were looking at each other; no one dared to break eye contact.

“Good night,” Jungkook said again, voice much softer this time.

You couldn’t take it anymore. “Good night.” You said at last before slowly shutting the door.

Jungkook made no effort to stop you. He let you close the door; your calm eyes were the last thing he saw.

Jungkook let out a breath. Good night, he said, yet it took him an hour to stand in front of your door before retreating to his temporary room.

Good night, indeed.

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A/N: Will Jungkook stop being an ass? We'll see...we'll see.

What do we think about this chapter? I'm pretty sure there are some typos here, but iamdeadandtired!!! i would probably die if i try to edit this chapter tonight (maybe tomorrow, but gosh i am so busy with work.) i try to update weekly, but :((( next week will be much more hectic for me. work sucks but we live in a capitalistic world...sighs.

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[hwaslayer]

project: make you love me (jyh) | two.

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—summary: yunho can’t stand how you’re so wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.

—pairing: jeong yunho x f. reader x park seonghwa

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers/friends to lovers, college au | fluff, angst, (eventual) smut

—word count: 3.6k

—chapter content/warnings: nothing too bad since we're still in the beginning stages of things lol, cussing, friends being supportive, friends being instigators and projecting!!, hwa still being hwa, yunho being shy and awkward but very caring

You scrambled to get your literature review done, almost forgetting that you had to send it to Yunho before officially submitting it to your professor. It's a bit past midnight when Seonghwa decides it's time to drop you off— even if it gets incredibly late, he'd prefer to drop you off at home rather than let you stay.

All Seonghwa's bullshit plans.

You yawn as you quietly step into your shared apartment, careful not to wake your roommates as you pull out your laptop and finish your lit review on the kitchen island in the dark. It fucking sucks that absolutely nothing is coming to you for this review because now, Yunho is probably going to think you're just flat out dumb for not being able to see what everyone else sees.

"Hey." You whip your head up so fast you almost give yourself whiplash. Seungmin groggily walks out of his room and into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. "Why are you working out here in the dark? Did you just get home?" You nod.

"Mhm. Forgot I had to finish that literature review and send it to Yunho."

"Forgot already?"

"Shut up, okay? Not my favorite assignment to work on. Besides, I wanna give him some time to review it and chew my ass if he needs to. Rather him than Dr. Nelson at this point." You type away, probably hella nonsense and gibberish about the movie at this point.

"Hm." Seungmin hums as he quickly drinks his water. "Don't stay up too late."

"I won't. Just gonna give this a few more words then send it off." You sigh. God, you almost regret asking Yunho [out of all people] for help. He's super smart and he always knows what he's doing. Was this the right route to go? Maybe you should've just asked Dr. Nelson and dealt with it.

"Mkay. Goodnight then, Y/N." Seungmin yawns as he drags himself back to his shared room with Soobin. You decide that you're gonna take another 10 minutes to finish off the review, giving it everything you can think of right now. If it needs tweaking or any additional details, Yunho can surely step in and help. You feel exhaustion hitting you quickly, giving your review the last bout of energy you have left before you shower and call it a night.

"Done." You say to yourself, sending it off to Yunho as an attachment. 

He probably won't look at this until later.

You make sure to double check your emails and assignments, keeping track of everything that's due and needs to be turned in—

Ding.

You peep the notification that pops up on the bottom right of your laptop screen.

"1 New Email from: Jeong Yunho (jeongyh@kq.edu)"

"What the fuck?" You mutter to yourself. It hasn't been a whole 10 minutes since you sent the email. You click on the notification anyway, letting it bring you to the new email in your student inbox.

— do you have time to meet really quickly later today? i wanna go over your review with you. cool if you can't though, just prefer to talk to you in person instead of marking up your page without any explanation to back it up.

You sigh and sit there, trying to remember your schedule for tomorrow. You do have a 45 minute break in between your morning classes. Hopefully, he's free.

— sure! i'm free from 10:15-11. does that work for you?

"1 New Email from Jeong Yunho (jeongyh@kq.edu)"

— yup, i don't have class till after lunch. i'll be working at one of the booths in the library.

You sit back and respond, feeling a bit of relief.

— cool, see you. :) thanks for your help.

Yunho sits at his desk, feeling a bit awkward and nervous even though you can't see him right now. It's probably a little pathetic at how quick he opened up your email, but to be fair, you seemed like you really needed the help and that's what he wanted to give you. You aren't necessarily writing bad reviews, since you're hitting all the right points. But, he has Dr. Nelson figured out. He doesn't want just the facts— he wants you to think outside of the box, write out the emotions, feelings, outcomes of all the actions, give examples, state what your thoughts are on how this effects the surroundings, other characters. You just need to add that little umph to your reviews and give him more than the bare minimum. Yunho gets it though, it's not easy to tap into that all the time. That's why he's here to help. 

He's hoping he can be the help you need.

"Did you come in pretty late last night or was Seungmin sleep walking?" Soobin scratches the side of his head as the two of you walk towards the library.

"No, that was me." You chuckle.

"Did Seonghwa at least walk you to the door? Cause that's late."

"Yeah right." You scoff and Soobin shakes his head. "Whatever though, he drops me off as close as possible to our building."

"Still. He should at least walk you halfway."

"Mm, yeah." Is all you respond with. "Anyway, lunch later? I have to meet with Yunho to talk about this review."

"Oh? You're actually meeting with him? That's new. I feel like that's something out of the ordinary for Yunho."

"He asked if we could so that he could explain better instead of just marking up my review." 

"That's nice of him."

"Yeah, hopefully I'm not too much of a pain in the ass."

"Doubt it. You just need a little guidance, that's all. Sure he'll be super helpful." Soobin smirks. "He seems to not go out of his way for people, maybe he likes you."

"Are you serious right now? All because I need help over a literature review." Soobin laughs.

"Just saying. I already like Yunho way more than Seonghwa."

"Okay, I'm leaving. I'll see you later." You roll your eyes and enter the quieter side of the library where the booths are located. It's easy to spot Yunho, especially with that towering figure of his even while sitting. Today, he's wearing a navy and white flannel, with a grey shirt underneath. His hair falls to his face as he leans over to write some notes. He has one finger placed on a page in his textbook, while the other hand is busily writing away. He glances to and from every now and then, only looking up at his surroundings when he feels you approaching.

"Um, hi." You awkwardly stand near the booth with your books tucked against your chest. He simply looks at you before giving you a tiny, pursed smile and returning his attention to his books.

"Hey." He moves his book and notebook closer to himself in order to give you some room. "Sorry, just need to finish this right quick."

"That's okay. Take your time." You slide in awkwardly and set your books on the surface of the table. "Thanks for going over my review."

"No worries." He says softly before finishing up his notes and shutting his books closed. He brings out his laptop and types away to unlock it, pulling up your document before turning the laptop towards you. "So."

"Sorry, I know it was bad." You look at him, a little shy and embarrassed. He tilts his head a bit and furrows his brow while looking at you.

"Huh? No, it wasn't bad, Y/N." He lets out a small chuckle. "You're hitting the right points, Dr. Nelson is just super complex and wants you to use these facts a bit more." He points at a line in your review. "You talk about the characters feelings here after an upsetting moment, which is right. But, how does it affect their surroundings? Their actions, the people around them, what they get themselves into to cope. How does feeling bad branch out to all these things? Why? How does it contribute to their overall attitude, to the overall character?" You nod. 

"It seems so easy to talk about, but I don't know why I have so much trouble doing it. I feel kinda dumb." He shrugs.

"You're not. You just have to dig into the details a little more and use those examples instead of staying safe and stating what we know already. It's easy to stay safe because you know what you're stating is gonna be right. Dr. Nelson just wants a little more than that, is all."

"Thanks, Yunho." He gives you a toothless smile.

"Of course. Uh," He scratches his temple. "Let's go through everything else? So, I can be of better help to you?" You nod.

"Only if you're okay with it."

"Yeah. Just wanna make sure I help you out correctly." He lets out a shy chuckle before thoroughly going through your literature review with you. He asks you the right questions, allowing you to edit your own document on his laptop while the two of you continue to converse. He shares his thoughts and the things he's included on his review, making it easier for you to understand what you were missing and leaving out in your own.

Literature was never your favorite. You partially didn't care enough to put in enough effort, hence the lack of patience and understanding with the assignments— the lack of patience and understanding with your own professor.

As 11 closes in, you sit and look at your fully edited review feeling content. You look at Yunho, a small toothless smile on your face while he awkwardly glances around the library to avoid long eye contact. He gently taps his hands against the surface of the table, waiting for you to break the silence.

Which, you eventually do.

Thank god.

"Yunho, I feel so much better about this." You slide the laptop over to him. "Thanks for helping me, seriously. I don't know what I'd do if I had to see Dr. Nelson's comments again."

"It's not a problem." He shrugs. "I um, can continue to look at your reviews if you want?" Your eyes light up as you nod delightfully.

"Really?"

"Sure."

"I have to repay you somehow, that's too much on your plate isn't it?"

"It's not. I wouldn't offer if it was." He chuckles a bit.

"Lunch one day?"

"You don't have to."

"I would like to. Or, if our schedules don't work, we can always meet for coffee and go in on the café desserts."

"Sounds good." He smiles and pulls out his phone to slide it towards you. "Mm, do you think I can grab your number? Sorry, don't mean to be lame about it. I just figured it'd be easier instead of emailing each other. Unless that's what you.. prefer?" You chuckle and shake your head.

"No, this is totally easier. Don't worry." You plug your number in before sliding it back to me. "There."

"That's me." He says after giving you a quick ring so you can save his number on your own phone. You start to gather your things to start heading to class when you hear a familiar laugh come from one of the aisles to your right. You turn over your shoulder to catch wind of the noise, finding Seonghwa deep in conversation with another classmate, another senior girl [actually this one is probably Hyeri?] She seems to be laughing at his jokes, even though they probably aren't that funny. Somehow, the way he looks at her [along with any other female who isn't you] breaks your heart.

Breaks your heart even though there isn't anything else left to break.

Seonghwa briefly makes eye contact with you before his eyes quickly dart to Yunho, then back to Hyeri in front of him. You quietly continue to gather your things and swallow the lump forming in your throat, unsure why you allow this feeling to completely ruin your mood. Yunho takes note, for sure though. Again, he's not sure if he should feel bad because you surely knew what it was like getting tangled with Seonghwa. That was no secret on campus. However, he's an empath, and seeing that you've been kind and calm around him— he can't help but feel bad. A tiny bit sad, upset even, that you continue to let yourself mess around with Seonghwa when you deserve so much more.

Yunho challenges Seonghwa a bit though, letting his eyes linger on him until Seonghwa breaks away first. He checks on you and parts his lips slightly because he wants to say something, anything— he's just not sure what. Eventually, he settles with:

"Are you okay?" It's clear you're not and Yunho immediately feels stupid as fuck for settling with that question.

"Hm, yeah. Just tired, is all." He nods, watching as you slide out of the booth and swing your bag strap over your shoulder.

"Don't hesitate to text me if you need anything else. I'll try and help." When he says it, he's hoping you can catch onto the fact that he's someone who could listen to your troubles. He's not good with words or opening up to people, but he thinks he could at least offer that after seeing the way you sank in front of him. His eyes dart back up to you when you tuck your books back to your chest and smile at him.

"I will. Thanks again, Yunho. Lunch or coffee soon, okay?" You say sweetly before leaving him back to his lonesome. 

"How was your date with Yunho?" Soobin asks as he forks his salad and takes a big bite. You glare at him before shaking your head.

"This is how rumors spread, you idiot." Chaery smacks him on the back of the head, making him laugh but slightly wince in pain at the same time.

"I'll whoop your ass if you say that word and Yunho in the same sentence one more time." You roll your eyes. "My literature review session with him went fine. He did help me out a lot, practically added another page to my review from all the edits we made."

"That's good." Soobin says, laughing. "Are you gonna have him review your literature stuff from now on?"

"Probably, it comes so easy for him. Or, maybe I just lack the patience." You shrug. "But, his help would definitely be nice. I need to push my grade up."

"Mhm." Soobin wiggles his brows.

"He's pushing this Yunho agenda so much." You point at Soobin while looking at Chaery and she shrugs.

"I mean don't get me wrong, I'm on the same bloat." You glare at her. "But, I'm on your side more than anything!" She quickly bounces back, making you sigh.

"I give up." You mumble as you rest your chin on the palm of your hand. Suddenly, your phone vibrates off to the side, making you lazily tap your screen to see who the notification is from.

"Better not be Seonghwa." You glare at Chaery once again.

"I'm taking this to the couch." You stick your tongue out before grabbing your phone and walking over to the couch in the living room. Because it's not, and you don't really wanna deal with your teasing friends even more.

yunho: btw, i like this website if i don't really wanna dig too deep into the details

yunho: it's a good website that summarizes a lot of the themes in books, and they have a huge catalog

You smile and respond back, feeling appreciative that he thought of you.

yunho: srry for the triple text, hope i didnt bother

you: you didn't. thank you, yunho :) i'll bookmark this that way i won't have to bother you so much lol

yunho: you're not a bother haha but np. have a good night!

you: you too!

Then, another comes in. And of course it's Seonghwa. But, the message isn't your typical message, no. It's a message that easily rubs you the wrong way because why? Why does Seonghwa like to pull this shit?

seonghwa: since when did you talk to jeong yunho? lol

you: why does it matter?

seonghwa: it's a simple question?

you: you're ridiculous, you know? we're in the lit same class. again, not that it matters .. ?

seonghwa: how am i ridiculous? lol

you: whatever seonghwa

seonghwa: why are you upset, baby? i'm just asking. i don't see what yunho's point is

you: he has no point, he's just helping me out.

seonghwa: okay, sure lol do you wanna come over? could use your company ): 

you: not tonight

you: maybe you can call hyeri, or whatever her name is. i'm spending time with my roommates

seonghwa: baby, seriously? i was talking to a classmate. can we not fight over dumb shit again?

you: goodnight seonghwa

You sigh out of irritation, tossing your phone aside. It's a bit close to 10pm, but you feel like getting some fresh air and taking a quick walk around the complex would do you some good. 

"Chaery, can we take a walk?" She looks at you and nods.

"Sure."

"What about me?" Soobin asks with a mouth full.

"You're eating."

"I can take it with me."

"It's girl talk." He cringes a bit and shakes his head.

"Nevermind. Be safe, come back soon." You chuckle just as Chaery walks out of your shared room in a hoodie. She has one of your jackets in your hand, handing it over as she gets closer.

"It's a bit cold tonight. Jacket?" 

"Thanks." You smile at her as you throw it on and zip it up, sliding into your slippers before walking out. Chaery is right; the air is colder, crisp. It has a little bite, especially against your skin. Chaery wraps her arm around yours, pulling you close for extra body heat.

"What happened, babe?"

"Huh?"

"You told Soobin it was girl talk." You laugh a bit and nod.

"Oh yeah, right. It is." You sigh as you hold her close. "Nothing, it's just Seonghwa. He texted me just to ask when I started talking to Yunho and what his point was. Got on my nerve."

"Ew, what's his problem? Y/N, seriously. You can do so much better than him. I know it's not easy, and I know he has his moments with you. But baby, you deserve someone who is always sure about you and who will be happy to flaunt you off."

"I know." You sigh. "It's like every time I think about leaving, he does something to keep me close."

"But, it shouldn't be this way, you know? You shouldn't have to wait for these moments. It should happen every day if he really cared about you."

"Yeah." Is all you can say because what can you say? It's hard to break it off with Seonghwa because this is your routine, something you've gotten used to— his presence is something you've gotten accustomed to. Even if it he isn't necessarily the best, he keeps you company. The kind of company that you like.

"How was meeting up with Yunho? Did he help you with your review?"

"A lot. He is super helpful, and he offered to keep helping me."

"Aw." Chaery giggles. "That is so sweet of him."

"He's actually really kind, and patient. I offered to take him out for lunch or something one day."

"Cute. Yeah, you should! Get to know him. Maybe he just needs a little pushing out of his shell, you know? You could probably help him in return." You shrug.

"Maybe? He's still—" Suddenly, Chaery's eyes shoot up to the figure ahead. She does a little gasp before making a cute noise and dragging you closer.

"Yunho!" She says, waving at him. He looks a little startled, but he stops in his tracks and waits with his hands in his pockets— a shy, small smile creeping at the corner of his lips. "Wait, oh my god! I didn't realize you lived here, too! I mean, so does the majority of campus, but still!" You sure as hell didn't know either, and you feel a bit bad that you just probably never noticed. 

"Uh, yeah. I just live over there." He points at his building.

"Who do you live with?"

"Kang Yeosang." Chaery nods.

"Ah, cute. What a pair." You give her a look before shifting your attention back to Yunho. He quietly waits for the next part of the conversation, his eyes softly gazing over you. 

You're cute.

"What are you doing out here this late?"

"Could ask the same for you two." He chuckles and nervously scratches at the nape of his neck. "I, uh, can't sleep sometimes. The walk kinda helps."

"Ah, I see. Makes sense."

"So.." He awkwardly says, shifting weight from one foot to another. "Also couldn't sleep?" You shrug.

"We just needed to get out and get some air." Chaery cuts in for a follow-up to avoid any Seonghwa talk. Though, she knows Yunho wouldn't do that to you. 

"It's getting late though, and pretty cold."

"We're just gonna walk to the end then walk back."

"Hm, okay." 

"It was nice running into you." Chaery smiles. "I hope you can get some rest tonight!"

"Hopefully. Have a good night." He looks at her, then you; he gives you a very tiny, very subtle nod of acknowledgement. With that, the two of you walk past to continue your walk, Chaery praising how gentle and good-looking Yunho is until the end of the walk. Yunho knows the community is safe, but he cuts his walk short just to head up to his building and get a better view of yours. He hangs over the railing near the stairs, catching sight of you and Chaery. He watches as you circle back around to your building, slowly heading up the stairs. He can hear your laughs from where he stands, and he's glad you seem to be okay tonight.

It's good that you have great friends by your side.

When your figures disappear into the hallway, Yunho feels content, relieved— knowing you've both made it safely home. He turns on his heel to make it to his own apartment, greeted by a dark living room with echoes of Yeosang yelling at his PC.

At least you're okay. 

At least you're not outside, waiting in the cold.

At least you're with good company.

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Update:

Writing my thoughts down and progress on works

TXT Anatomy

Pediatric Surgeon (Soobin): Is currently being worked on, and I want to exclusively work on this fic for the next few days so it can be published asap

General Surgeon (Huening Kai): Have not started it yet but I have ideas ☝️🤓

Cardiacthoracic Surgeon (Dr. Reader): I had this grand finale thought out but since this series took forever to write and slowly declining in popularity I’m not sure if I’ll write it. I may create a poll for you demons to decide.

Miscellaneous

Still love and willing to write hybrid fics. I have a few requests waiting but I’m fine to receive more!

Don’t forget I’ll write Enhypen fics! Spoiler I have a vampire thought/hc written out already. 🤭

A new potential series I thought of was TXT fairies 🧚‍♂️ Nothing much is planned, just a spark that popped in my head…

That’s all the news I have for you demons. Stay in touch, let me know your thoughts! ❤️‍🔥🫵

[qqtxt]

[🌸] lifeline pt.1 w/ txt

✿ pairing: ot5 x reader / idol!txt / non.idol!you / minor cursing (none with ill-intentions!) / reader calls ‘beomie’ in beomgyu’s / mentions of food and eating ✿ mini-fics with each member for the same situation / less than 500 words for each member / altogether, word count: 2,244 words ✿ when they visibly get frustrated with work and you try to soothe them. [masterlist 🌸] / @kflixnet​ ✨ / other members under the cut! 

normally, when he’s at the studio, you’re either one of two things: in or out. oftentimes, you’re out and about minding your own business, occasionally dropping by for an hour or two before heading home together but today, you’ve decided to occupy the vacant sofa to keep him company. one, two, a plethora of crumpled up paper balls and pencils meeting the table frustratedly later, you decide to pull him out of it for a second before he self-destructs under stress...

[🐰] soobin  soobin mumbles a soft yeah? when you call for him. he doesn’t look initially, until he notices the lack of follow-up from you that would usually come through. it takes every nerve in his being to break away from what he’s focusing on, looking over his shoulder to meet with your worried gaze. it only deepens the frown on his face, creases lining his forehead he doesn’t notice and the way his nose scrunches ever so slightly.

“i uh... i want to go get a drink from the vending machine,” you start slowly, rising from your seat on the sofa, rocking on the balls of your feet. with one hand behind your back, you extend the other to him, “follow me?”

his face softens; starting from his eyes, soon the lines on his forehead eases off and his face relaxes altogether. he briefly glances back to the tornado of stress and cluster fucks staring back at him, haunting him, then he looks back at you to see the way you already know what’s going through his mind, what’s best for him that he slowly reaches up to put his hand in yours.

it’s a silent admission of thank you, that sounds great, and soon, the two of you are quietly walking down the corridors to reach the vending machine. it’s a pretty long walk and soobin already feels the effect of being able to breathe around you; hand-in-hand, almost as if it’s a nice reset.

soobin doesn’t reply with words but instead shows it in his action when he chooses your favourite drink from the vending machine, opening it for you and making you drink it as you two walk back to the studio.

tl;dr: appreciates that you don’t try to talk to him when he’s stressed and would gladly, willingly dive into your embrace to clear his mind. if he needed reassurance, he’ll voice it out or give signals but apart from that, he’s very much appreciative for the way you use actions and gestures to make him feel better. if anything, holding your hand, taking a walk with him was already more than enough. (he’ll gladly cling onto you like a koala for the remainder of the time, finding that your touch and hold on him makes him calm)

[🦊] yeonjun on any other day, he’d notice the second you take your departure because wherever you go, that’s where i belong. today, however, it’s a little different considering he looks like his mind is about to explode. with that, you were able to quietly escape momentarily, only to return with him still glued to the computer, frustratedly clicking on things. it’s not until you clear your throat does he look over his shoulder to–“oh…”

you watch as his eyes, initially hardening from the stress and pressure, softens at the sight of instant ramen you’ve gotten from the cafeteria–his favourite, too!–alongside a couple of sodas for his taking. he helps you ease it onto the table, the spot next to his work station, rising to his feet almost immediately. you half-anticipate for him to get digging when he peels the eating utensils from your hands but you’re proven wrong when he chucks them onto the table and slings his arms around you to reel you towards him.

it automatically makes you smile into his chest, your arms willingly cocooning him as he buries his face in your neck, dipping closer and closer until there’s barely any space that can keep him apart from you. with one hand, you use it to rub it against his lower back while the other curls around his hip to secure him to you. that’s when you feel a smile in your neck and his arms shifting to hug you tighter.

“i’m so lucky to have you,” he murmurs quietly, nodding against your neck, “you’re too good to me...”

normally–on any other day–you’d pry away from him and tease him that the longer he hugs you, the soggier the noodles would get. but with the way you can feel his nerves melting under your touch... you’ll let it slide this once. his face slots deeper into your neck as his arms tighten around you and it’s like in this moment and time, everything is just you and yeonjun; yeonjun and you.

tl;dr: this man would immediately be grateful for the way you’re trying to steer him away with his favourite thing: ramen. his love language threads between bringing someone ramen (he views it as a hot commodity) or using words. so use either one and yeonjun’s heart will melt and his knees would be weak at your mercy.

[🐯] beomgyu beomgyu is never one to turn away your advances or affections even when he feels like the world is ticking down to a deadline he needs to finish by. the stress and the pressure to deliver never ceases to get beneath his skin but it’s just the way your hands rest on his shoulders lets his body know that it’s time to take a break, beomie.

at first, he remains being tensed, unwilling to let go. but the longer he feels your warmth on his shoulders, the easier it was to let go of everything. he completely ignores everything, turning around on his seat to clutch onto whatever part of you he can get his hands on. it makes you chuckle when he’s suddenly so enthusiastic. you nearly stumble backwards but it’s impossible when beomgyu’s arms snake around your waist to make you step between his legs and he clings onto you. face pressed to your abdomen, arms crawling around your waist as he buries himself into your embrace.

“‘m tired...” he half-mumbles, half-whines against you, shaking his head.

you run a hand through his hair, the other securing him around his shoulders as you dip down lightly to cocoon him. “let’s go eat something, then? get your mind off this for a bit?”

“i have to finish this...”

“you have to eat too, y’know,”

“...can’t argue with that–”

“okay, let’s go–”

“but could we just...” beomgyu refuses to let you pull him away, clinging onto you with a garbled protest. you feel him smiling against you as he takes a deep inhale and exhales to curl his arms around tighter. “just wanna stay like this for a while...”

with the way he succumbs to taking a break, just by being in your arms, how could you say no?

tl;dr: poor boy would initially be torn between needing to finish his work and giving in to your advances. but the answer becomes fairly clear when his body already melts to the familiarity that you bring. the kind of comfort that he relishes in and when you remind him that he needs to take care of himself before he can take care of business is what really gets to him. so he definitely takes comfort in having you physically comfort him above anything.

[🐿] taehyun  telltales of taehyun being frustrated and stress tenses the air and it’s like you know just as it happens. when it builds up, to the point it grows like a never ending blackhole willing to suck everything in, it’s a sign for you to get up from where you’re seated. taehyun notices the door opening and closing but he can’t bring it to himself to get up and follow (on any other day, he’s already on your trail to follow you out the door but today... it’s not any usual day).

instead, he hunches over the table and takes a moment to close his eyes. feeling the strain tugging the nerves that rest along his eyelids; the bated breath he’s held in from the start of the day since he’s been cooped up in here... going nowhere with the amount of work that’s tugging on his–clink.

taehyun’s a bit confused but he opens his eyes to see a cup of his favourite drink on the table; the steam coming from the lid considering it’s still warm that it makes him smile without him realizing. 

“you...” taehyun’s voice trails off, turning the cheek to see you now kneeling beside him with a small smile, “i didn’t know how else to make you feel better so i–oof!” your voice gets cut off when you feel him lunging forward, arms curled around you as if he’s reaching for a lifeline to grab onto. it makes you smile wider as you hold him, both of you now sinking onto the carpet of the studio room as you stay there, him clinging onto you as he nuzzles his face to your neck.

“you’re too nice to me,” he murmurs, giving you a squeeze, “i don’t deserve you,”

"yeah, and the sky is green,” you scoff a laugh, making taehyun lean back to raise a brow at you, a sign he’s confused. “oh, i thought we were just listing out things that weren’t true,”

you see as his lips form a small pout, his eyes lowering to–he doesn’t have a chance to go any lower when you gently lean your forehead onto his, eyes staring into his in a way that breathes life into his lungs, “you deserve me, always.”

“...even when i don’t know what i’m doing?” he whispers.

“even then, and more.”

tl;dr: i see taehyun as someone who is reluctant to ask for help or comfort when he needs it... but when his other half is willing to pamper him and make him feel loved, he turns into a small ball of mush. it makes him feel warm inside knowing there’s someone out there who cares for him more than himself on the days he needs it, and taehyun shows his gratitude through actions rather than words.

[🐧] kai  kai’s normally responsive whenever you bring out the big guns of being cute. it’s kind of his love language; to show that vulnerable side of not giving a shit when really, being able to express himself however he likes–however you like–is a sign of trust and... despite knowing all of that, kai’s unable to focus on what you’re saying with all the stress swimming in his mind.

even if the plushie you’re showing him is adorable–oh my god, it’s so fluffy–but it’s not enough to reel him out of the pool of frustration.

“you don’t like it?” you’re gently removing the plushie away from his face, noticing how he’s not reacting like he usually would. it makes his heart feel a tug when he notices how sad you look.

“n-no, no,” he stammers out quickly, snatching the plushie from you to give it a squeeze, “it’s cute! it’s just...”

it’s moments like these that kai is grateful you know him better than himself to think he was able to hide it from you.

he lets you pull the plushie away so he can feel the way your fingers fill between his own. a small tug to pull his hands onto your lap as you take a seat next to him that’s vacant by the piano makes him smile a little at the proximity. it’s like you’re in his bubble with him; where you make things safe, warm.

“we don’t gotta talk about it but i just...” you let out an exhale, blinking at him, “i just wanna make you feel better but i don’t know how,”

at this, it makes kai smile. not just with his mouth, but his eyes are sparkling as he gives your hands a squeeze. you don’t know what to make of his reaction but you don’t have enough time to process much when kai lets go of your hands to heave you onto his lap, earning himself a muffled squeal. within seconds your heart is at ease, feeling him cling onto you and finding his place in your neck as he breathes there, snuggling into you with a small smile.

“we can... stay like this, just for a while,”

“how long of a while are we talking?” you ask, but you don’t have any intentions of letting him go, not when you feel how calm his heartbeat it against you and the softness of his hair to your skin.

“not answering that,” kai chuckles, squeezing you as he readjusts his arms around you (but really, it was a silent answer of we’re gonna be like this for a while... and you’re totally okay with that).

tl;dr: kai’s a sucker for cuteness, of course, but in his moment of being stressed, i don’t see him being into it as much. but he–similarly as taehyun–would prefer physical touch or comfort rather than words. just to be silent and together through moments of stress as he tries to digest what he’s feeling or going through, while having you by his side.